AN: This is a DoctorXCharden fic. As in hot, steamy, guy on guy action™ (or a least, as much hot, steamy guy on guy action™ I can write without being embarrased or exceeding the M rating. ; ) Don't like it, turn back now. I warned you. There will also be some graphic and dark things going on, so beware. Not a romantic fic. At least, not at this moment. ;
//slight implied ChardenxKyoko, but that's just canon XD
Disclaimer: Don't own Black Cat, or Clarissa by Mindless Self Indulgence.
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if you're so smart
explain this clarissa
explain this
clarissa
clarissa
clarissa
explain this
you're so smart
you're so smart
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"You'll be sorry you ever left us, Charden,"
The man stared at his cell phone.
Funny that just one, single voicemail could shift his entire being, from a comfortable assumption that the Apostles were too busy with pursuing Creed's warped perversion of the original plan to worry about Kyoko and himself, to a deep chill, piercing through layers of calm laid carefully over the months. As Charden took deep, shuddering breaths --not unlike those of a dying man-- he slumped over, hands raking into his hair, blond filaments over white silk, holding his head, eyes pressed shut.
One thought comforted him, though, at least Kyoko was safe. In the care of the Black Cat, he doubted that anything would happen to her. The Black Cat was just too good for that to happen. Charden, however, was not.
The Blood Taoist hadn't forseen this difficulty. He should've know, he should've known, leaving a terrorist organisation was not the sort of parting that would be a happy one, not the sort of thing that would end with,"Oh, we understand. No, okay, it's fine, farewell, buddy, see ya soon," or some other sentimental nonsense. He sighed deeply, not for the first time that day, and shook his head, staring at his knees. What to do, what to do?
Leave. Leave, that's what. Calmly, he rose. A plan, something he could work with. Charden could do that. Plans had comfort. Structure settled his nerves. Even if it just consisted of one word, it was something.
He rose, slowly regaining composure, as he packed what few things he needed. His movements were controlled, restrained, almost robotic. He had to stay calm. Indifference put him at ease, it put him in control of his emotions, and control was what he needed right then.
Still, a sense of urgency pervaded his mind, nagging, pulling, pinching, tearing. Stiff as they were, his limbs moved frantically, every movement perfect, fast, but not too fast.
Hat.
Suitcase.
Keys.
Hurryhurryhurryhurry. Hurryhurryhurryhurry. Faster now, faster. Go. Go. Go.
He pressed the unlock button on his keychain as he approached the vehicle, the car chirping twice, like always. He opened the door, threw the suitcase to the passenger's seat. Shutting the door as he got in, he put key to ignition. He saw a bright flash in the rearview mirror.
The needle stung his neck, like a tiny wasp.
"Too slow."
Eyelids fluttered, as Charden strained for consciousness. Doctor, he thought, staring into the bright, black eyes of the other male as he sank into darkness. The proverbial mad scientist grinned sadistically from the backseat, tucking the now-empty syringe back in his lab coat.
"I'm rather surprised. I thought you, of all people, would have the common sense to use your Tao and slow your blood flow, effectively nullifying the tranquilizer. Well, that's good. Despite my disappointment in your cognitive abilities, Charden-san, thanks to your passiveness, you'll live. I was prepared to kill you, but I don't want to lose such a good test subject,"his voice was low, reverent, like every word he bestowed upon the senseless Taoist was a blessing.
"We shall be spending much more time together in the future, Charden-san. And while you may not, I'll certainly look forward to it,"he chuckled, glasses glinting again in the darkness, reflecting light from God knows where.
