I Was There
Disclaimer: Ain't mine.
Author's Notes: I admit, I've only read the first four mangas. Forgive me if I get something wrong.
Plot Bunny: Someone's in love with D, and it isn't just Leon.
I Was There
I saw their first kiss. The hurried, flushed slide of chapped lips over painted ones. I was there for that, and I was there to witness the first timid brush of his fingers upon the count's thigh. And I was angered, for that could've been me sitting there, could have been my back that his long nails scuttled down. But it wasn't, I wasn't there, with D.
So I began to express my displeasure by nipping at the officer. But each time the count would berate me for my actions. "Bad T-chan, don't eat Officer Orcot." For a few momentous seconds he would be focused completely on me. Then he'd pat my head and return to him. Sit down, chat over tea, nibble on choclates.
I was there when he walked in, sauntered right up behind D and whispered "I need it, D, please." I saw the faint tilting of perfect lips, the way in which their fingers, though one hand soft and the other calloused, interlocked so beautifully.
And I heard the screams, the pants, the moans. I heard because I was there. Could picture their bodies coming together, surely as gorgeous a sight as their clasped hands had been.
When they came out I noticed their sated smirks, the way in which when departing, their gazes locked for longer than before. The next day D walked around smiling, knowing that man's eyes followed his every graceful move. I know because I was there.
But I will never be there, in his arms. I will never be there, seated across from him, feeling his nails scrape my chest. So if I was there to witness the events, I was never ther to partake in them. And that hurts.
Hurts because I know it all. I know, because I was there.
~Owari
Disclaimer: Ain't mine.
Author's Notes: I admit, I've only read the first four mangas. Forgive me if I get something wrong.
Plot Bunny: Someone's in love with D, and it isn't just Leon.
I Was There
I saw their first kiss. The hurried, flushed slide of chapped lips over painted ones. I was there for that, and I was there to witness the first timid brush of his fingers upon the count's thigh. And I was angered, for that could've been me sitting there, could have been my back that his long nails scuttled down. But it wasn't, I wasn't there, with D.
So I began to express my displeasure by nipping at the officer. But each time the count would berate me for my actions. "Bad T-chan, don't eat Officer Orcot." For a few momentous seconds he would be focused completely on me. Then he'd pat my head and return to him. Sit down, chat over tea, nibble on choclates.
I was there when he walked in, sauntered right up behind D and whispered "I need it, D, please." I saw the faint tilting of perfect lips, the way in which their fingers, though one hand soft and the other calloused, interlocked so beautifully.
And I heard the screams, the pants, the moans. I heard because I was there. Could picture their bodies coming together, surely as gorgeous a sight as their clasped hands had been.
When they came out I noticed their sated smirks, the way in which when departing, their gazes locked for longer than before. The next day D walked around smiling, knowing that man's eyes followed his every graceful move. I know because I was there.
But I will never be there, in his arms. I will never be there, seated across from him, feeling his nails scrape my chest. So if I was there to witness the events, I was never ther to partake in them. And that hurts.
Hurts because I know it all. I know, because I was there.
~Owari
