Summary:

Entry for Nicluvly's "Vow/Promise" Wild Card drabble competition.

An innocuous visit from the twins becomes the end for Nekozawa…


Last Words

The twins got to him first, their identical faces leaning anxiously over him. Entering the Black Magic Club meeting room had simply been an accident. Bored, they had sneaked away from the Host Club in search of some quick entertainment and found themselves in front of the ill-fated door; except, from the perspective of the cloaked Nekozawa lying stunned on the carpet, it was – without question – an attempt on his life.

At the sound of the door handle turning, Nekozawa had merely glanced across the room to greet his unusual guests, hoping from the depths of his hood that they were serious applicants come to embrace a self-imposed darkness and eager to learn every twist in the trade. However, the time was midday, and the season was summer, and the sun was pouring through windows without curtains in the corridor – a fact that Nekozawa had unfortunately overlooked. Shocked, his mouth had parted with horror and the hand wearing Beelzeneff shielded his eyes.

But the door was already open, letting in a bar of pure light from the sun-bathed exterior of the corridor beyond.

Helpless, Nekozawa cringed as the uncensored radiance cut through the murk with its sickening blade, merciless in its task to reach the Dark Prince. When it finally conquered the dusty cobwebs made from cotton and the dismembered joints of countless plastic skeletons blocking its path, the light burned past layers of black linen fabric and pale naked skin as it held Nekozawa in its blinding clutches. Caught, the victim thrashed in mute and over-emphasised agony, rocking like a spider pushed onto its back. He screeched for the door to be shut, to be closed!

'Okay, okay,' said the twins, rolling their eyes as they obeyed the hysterical figure. After securing a candlestick, they crouched beside Nekozawa and poked him with a bone.

Amidst gasps of anguish, Nekozawa uttered, 'Murderers…'

'We're not murderers,' said one of devils peering down.

In the candlelight, the spiky style of their hair resembled the horns of demons, which Nekozawa found somewhat consoling. 'Twins,' he whispered, 'I have some last words… promise me that you'll deliver them to the Black Magic Club…'

'Go on, we're listening…'

With a trembling hand, Nekozawa reached for the tie belonging to Hikaru and pulled him close. 'Curtains… for the windows.'

Then he did the same to the tie of Kaoru and said, 'Locks… for the door.'

'Is that it?' said the twins.

'No,' Nekozawa replied. Summoning the dregs of his strength, he gave them his puppet Beelzeneff. He was barely able to speak. 'For Tamaki-kun… he would have… liked it…'

Then the President of the Black Magic Club expired, missing the wicked grins of Hikaru and Kaoru.