Joido, delectatio
Disclaimer: I do not own D. Gray man, nor do I want to. Never been much of a fan, had one of my ever-ongoing obsessions for it though.
Summary: Short drabble one-shot centring around one Tyki Mikk.
Warnings: blood, Tyki Mikk. Death, not detailed.
Note: I found this old fic lying around so I decided to post it.
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Joido, delectatio
"Is not life a hundred times too short to bore ourselves?"
– Friedrich Nietzsche
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The blood on his hands.
The smell in the air.
It was so much fun.
He was probably the model example for a controlled personality disorder. Problem was, it wasn't a disorder. Instead it was similar to breathing. For comfort, sleeping, eating; living he needed both. Both sides of himself.
"There are still more?"
He looked towards the end of the alley.
Footsteps. One person. He grinned. Uniform clad.
Exorcists were so much fun. Their powers fragile and completely revolving around their Innocence. Without it they were nothing. Nothing.
Some of their powers were absolutely hilarious and wholly entertaining. There was a certain thrill in crippling these people. Like cutting of a birds wings and watching them struggle.
He liked to relish in that feeling.
Even the exorcists, carrying around their Innocence, were corrupted. Corrupted by their human nature; their selfishness and all the sins they accused the Noah of being. But really, they were all the same.
The young, noble ones were the only ones who actually had a purpose nowadays. What was that aspiration again?
Ah, yes. Saving the innocent. Why was it always the same? First of all; those genuinely innocent must be dreadfully boring, the rest had already been polluted be the corruption that was human nature.
Them being the Yin to their Yang?
Of course not. The Yin was –and had always been– the light side to his dark side. Together they completed him. No human, because that was what he was–regrettably–, could be thoroughly rotten. After all, he understood empathy. Seldom felt it, but could empathise with those who had nestled their way into his heart. Could even like his prey as a person. But sadly; duty was duty, order was order.
There was no way for an exorcist and a Noah to get along. To honestly get along. But there was something appealing about Allen Walker. Something buried deep in his consciousness could feel a familiarity in the boy. He was quite certain Road was aware of said feeling as well.
Or maybe it was just the curse that made cheating boy special.
Ah, well. He would dwell on the matter later. When he'd finished with his prey.
Tyki breathed in, such an exquisite scent.
He lunged forward. A dark smile spread upon his handsome face, it could not be suppressed any longer. The face distorted, eyes crazed and so very different from the normally controlled countenance.
The smell of fear. So magnificent.
He tipped his head back and breathed in. There were screams in the air. Music to his ears. He looked down at his work, features composed, though a sign of dark amusement still lurked in the atmosphere. Or perhaps in the slight upturned corned of his lips.
There was blood on his shoes, but no matter, it could be washed away. To disappear forever, with the body of the blood's master.
He wondered when the exorcists would start evolving. The Earl might be underestimating them, but Tyki knew humanity would adjust to the pressure. After all, he was human. Understanding his own species, whether having a slight different gene, was essential. This time though, the Noah were ahead with their preparations. They had had too much time evolving, to adjust, for the exorcists to have a chance. This time, they would win.
He tilted his hat so it obscured his face and walked onwards.
Having both was so much fun. He could take pleasure in so many things.
As long as he was entertained it was fine.
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