Authors note:This is just a quick glance at the relationship between Zero and Kaname. This fic makes no reference to any form of love, be it straight or gay. Having said that, it can be interpreted as yaoi if you so wish.
I hope you enjoy.
Black and White
By PerfectImpersonation
It's an intricate dance, isn't it? A duet. Dangerous, to say the least. You tell me it's only natural, to play out these coarsen steps. Yet, would moving across a chess board not be better suited to someone of your standing? Black and white should really replace the flowing silks of a ballroom. No, dancing doesn't suit you.
But it's a dance non-the-less. Obsequie in its simplicity yet laced with coarse intricacy. You're callous really, heartless in your brutality. That gaze, filled with such armory, shall it burn a hole in my skull? That would be an interesting trial. But, you would never go through with it, would you? You're not wired like that. Not really. In the end, your methodized views would stop you. It would be fun to watch you try. I've not been in this world long, not as long as you. Nothing can shake you, it seems.
Though, if I were to die, if I were to disappear, would that ruin your plans? I'm sure it would. Positive, in fact. Your twisted disparagement would collapse. I couldn't though. Couldn't disappear. Our contract forbids me. No matter how far I run, how long I hide, there's not a chance, not a hope of that. Ever. I've given everything to you. Laid my cards on the table. This game we play, however, disenables me to reveal certain datum.
I could, if so wished. But that would mean vulnerability. And that sort of weakness, that disadvantage, is not something I can afford to possess. Not yet. To be able to play such a desultory game with someone of your calibre is an honour.
No, not an honour. I would never say I respect it. It's an achievement. You're clever. I know that much. You use everything, everyone, to your advantage. Manipulation is second nature to you. Physical appearances, yours being no exception, add adjutant help. Your physique is perfectly suited to your cause, wouldn't you say? Your mask slips on, a door shutting off your face, your emotions. Falling into place like a well-oiled cog.
You've had practice. Lots of it. It's quite a skill now, don't you think? That look you give me, it's not dissimilar to that which you would give a dog. A slave. It's amusing really. You would never imagine yourself a slave, forced to do others biddings. Not forced. It's your choice, right? It's the part you must play reach your goal. The goal you set yourself to moment you saw me.
The end game is near, isn't it? I can feel it, commerce in its radiance. You sense it too. I'm looking forward to it, truly. But then, it's been approaching for some time now. There's no telling how soon 'soon' is. I'll hold on till the end. Until our dance, our game of master and servant, ends. Until the inconsistent darkness surrounding us disperses. Our last farewells will be soaked in blood, pain.
But, knowing this, how long can you last, Kaname…
23/05/12
Authors note: Well, that was short. But it did get my feelings about the relationship across, right? Constructive criticism is accepted, as are compliments. Flames are as well, but only to a lesser extent.
Thank you.