Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Trinity Blood, or any of their characters, and I make no profit from any of this.
Warnings: Oh yeah, I wrote this. There will most likely be yaoi.
My first attempt at drabbles. Please, be kind.
They think I don't notice, or that I don't understand, because I'm still young. Like anyone could miss it, like it isn't obvious. Cain roughly pulling Isaak to him, kissing and biting, Isaak acting like he doesn't want it, doesn't love it, and acquiescing in seconds. Lying in bed, I know Cain wants me to hear, and I know Isaak does not. The marks Cain leaves are for me, to show me, to dare me. Isaak is his, he wants to fully establish that. And when Cain leaves, I try to ignore Isaak's crying, quiet and lost down the hallway.
A love-sick fool, a romantic, that is what he's always been, ever since I found him. My Isaaks always been alone, no one could appreciate his genius until I. I'm inclined to believe he was a killer long before the girl at the University, he does it so well, so thoughtlessly. Snuffing a life is no harder for him than snuffing a candle, worshipping me comes as naturally to him as to any acolyte. Isaak is my salvation, my inspiration, my one true love, I cannot deny it, but I know to tell him would destroy the illusion, ruin everything…
He doesn't want to wear his clothes, and I know he is too old for this. It is mind boggling to see a genius child running at full-bore down the hall wearing only his underpants and a towel for a cape; now I can say I have seen it all. It's too easy for me to forget that Dietrich is a child, that it is in fact abnormal that he should spend such time cutting up corpses, fixing wires to them here and there, and then sewing them shut again. My child may be troubled, but I love him, nonetheless.
I like that Isaak lets me keep my hair, my real father always cut it. Most of the time I don't think he remembers that I'm here, or at least that I'm a living person, but I love him anyways. He buys me clothes, and feeds me, and he teaches me too. And even though Cain found me, it is Isaak who keeps me and I know that he has to love me too, even if he doesn't say it or creep into my room in the dark to show me. This could really work, and that makes me happy.
The boy is more a problem than he's worth, and I know he knows that I know this. I've seen the way his eyes linger after Isaak, I've heard how needy he is. Every time he gets Isaak's attention over me, our eyes will meet, and he knows I know he knows he has won a small victory. I've been plotting his death almost since the day I gave him to Isaak, and I learned the hard way that some presents just aren't worth the upkeep. I should have bought Isaak a real puppy, not brought home some stray mongrel.
When I look at my Lord now, I feel an empty ache inside me. I have become a favorite possession, or perhaps a favorite chess piece, but only due to strategic value. He keeps me close as his queen, and employs me only when no other will do. I feel no pride in this, because I know that it will be myself kept to shield him from all other players on the board, and though a heavy price to pay, he will sacrifice me readily if he must. I have always been sacrificed by the ones that I have loved.