SPOILERS FOR DGM CHAPTER 187 LIE BELOW.
Oh. Oh my goodness.
Everyone? Say hello to my newest OTP and crack pairing. Seriously, if you haven't seen the most recent chapter in DGM, go look at it. You will then understand my new need for this pairing. It's just--it was so sexy! I couldn't help it!
Tokusa was so... hot in those last scenes. And Cyril... oh my. 8D
NO FLAMES FOR THE PAIRINGS, CHARACTERS, OR MANGA EVEN. THEY ARE NOT TOLERATED HERE.
This drabble piece was a tribute to Tokusa for his (apparent) death, and a new piece to contribute to the return of DGM (which will not come back until November, damn it).
Enjoy, review, and advise please!
He cannot breathe. His hand is covering his face, blocking one of his eyes and making him inhale his scent. He smells, strangely, like flowers.
Tokusa almost smiles at this under the cover of the Noah's hand.
He had always liked flowers.
"Don't worry," the Noah whispers, and strokes Tokusa's face with his black-coated thumb. His voice is seductive and rich like honey, but it has a strange hoarseness to its tone.
(it sounds like death)
At that thought, he suddenly is rushed back to reality. The tears spring up and run from his eyes, escaping down his cheeks, twin snakes in the light. He is going to die here, never to become part of Madarao. He is going to die, die, die—
"We're not going to be the ones to finish you off," the Noah says soothingly. Through the spell he has bound over Tokusa, his voice is slowly luring him closer and closer to death's edge.
From the edge of Tokusa's eyes, he sees two other Noah knock Madarao and Walker to the side. His breath grows ragged, faster, harsher. The remains of his arms throb in agony and he struggles in vain against the Noah's grip.
(pathetic useless experiment, what was the point of being created if you cannot be any more use to any of your comrades anymore)
Tokusa does not want to die. Not like this. Not while he is useless and weak and struggling to live.
"Would you like me to tell you the name of the one who'll finish you off?"
The Noah has covered both of Tokusa's eyes. He can only breathe in pain and panic because he knows that the Noah is only biding time, enjoying himself and bringing Tokusa himself into a panicked frenzy. He grits his teeth to keep from screaming.
The Noah leans closer. His lips are next to Tokusa's ear, the cool, dangerous breath misting the tip of his ear. Tokusa jerks at the feeling and shudders.
(i'm going to die, i'm going to die, i'm going to die)
"It's your—"
Tokusa cannot hear him clearly anymore because the sound of his own heart beating against the cavity in his chest is drowning out everything else that might help him be consoled.
(and then his legs snap backwards, his stomach rips open and Tokusa screams and screams, sweat running down his skin, pain erupting in his body and raging through him like a wildfire. he can't hear himself think anymore, just feel the Noah squeeze him harder and bury his cheek in Tokusa's hair and watch him writhe and bleed and die, die, die—)
"Be at peace," the Noah whispers to him almost pityingly, so quietly that his brothers do not seem to hear.
(he feels true hate running through his veins like acid and he rattles in a copper scented breath)
"I don't need your pity," Tokusa grits out, blood staining his teeth red and running down his chin like water. He gasps achingly, the breath filling his lungs with air and pain. He exhales—
(—and then he is gone)