Summary: finally the time has come for Jasdero and Devit to bring Cross to his knees... If Jasdevi can handle it that is.
Warnings: mentions of possible slash and torture. It is pure crack. The plot bunny that bit me was rabid this time.
Declaimer: DGM nor its characters are mine.
Jasdevi's imagination
Devit was calmly reading a magazine, flipping through pages, stopping to examine more closely the ones he deemed to be interesting pictures.
The hand with the revolver lifted up automatically to point at Jasdero before Devit even realized his brother was in the room.
"I'm bored" the blond whined.
An answering suggestion "Wanna read a magazine?" was met with apathy. Devit lifted a brow "A dirty one?"
Jasdero tilted his head aside "Don't wanna read, 'tis boring".
It was unusual for Devit not to sense what the other twin wanted through their bond, but apparently Jasdero was in a mood when wanting something but having no idea what particularly.
"OK, then a game: you imagine something not focusing, I'll do the same and we'll see the result". The brothers smirked, lifted up their revolvers.
"I wonder what it's gonna be" Devit thought, "Usually it's the same thing. Oh well, anything's better than Millennium Earl in nothing but a tiny pink apron".
Bang! and... Earl was floating near the ceiling in small circles wearing a pink apron... and nothing else!
Jasdero's jaw dropped "Pervert! How could you think of that?"
"Idiot, you thought of that too since it's materialized!"
With an annoyed "Hm" they dematerialized the cackling Earl.
And then blonde's gaze fell on a cover of one of dirty erotic magazines lying all over the room. "I think I'm horny too..." he gave his brother a crooked crazy smile with stitched mouth.
Devit returned the smirk "We can imagine someone... anyone"
"But who?"
They pondered their choices. "Just not another Noah. Ya' remember the last time we did it, don't cha?" the room was filled with a dreaded silence as the twins suppressed their terrified shudders.
Jasdero supplied an idea "How 'bout that exorcist girl we trapped in the sphere? She's cute!"
"She's scary," was his brothers flat answer, he still remembered the punch of that chick, damn her, should've shoot her down right then and there.
"What about her companions?" the brunet suggested instead, "Just not the vampy guy, nor the fat one."
"That redhead Bookman is cute too," his brother nodded. "And Cross's apprentice too...":
They both froze, the ideas twisting, merging in their minds: redhead, apprentice...
"Cross!" They both shouted at once.
"We could see him humiliated" Devit cried, crazed smile almost cracking his make-up.
"And hurt!" Jasdero added, jumping with excitement, his arms flying in every direction.
"And pitiful!"
"And sorry for ever being born!"
"And begging for mercy!"
"But no mercy he would get!"
"No, no mercy from us!"
"So we can crush him," they almost sang together.
They had to stop and take several deep breaths to calm down and not explode themselves just yet.
"OK, so a humiliated, pitiful Cross on his knees" Devit commanded.
"This is fun," Jasdero giggled with excitement.
The twins lifted their revolvers, the bullet was loading...
"A humiliated, pitiful Cross on his knees," thought Devit, smirking. "And not an arrogant bastard who makes us do dirty jobs and pay his debts!"
Bang!
The smoke cleared up, the twins moved forward, both eager to have some fun and make certain someone to scream.
"You bastards?" came a deep, confident voice. "I have an idea of what you could do."
Cross was smirking at them arrogantly, his teeth flashing, and holding an oh so painfully familiar pack of papers in his hand.
The twins screamed.
- FIN -
*Mad cackle of the author* I hope it was as fun for you to read it as it was for me to write.
And don't think of a pink elephant XD