A/N: This was written after a friend and I had a discussion about how the "Love The Way You Lie" chorus reminded her alot of Alois. We discussed it and some other lyrics for a bit and the first line of this drabble just popped into my mind and it happened. Hope you like it, despite the cliche title.
Love The Way You Lie
It was hot. He felt like his soul was literally on fire. His insides burned. He looked at his hands; his vision was hazy. And all Alois could see was the red dripping out, staining his vest, the floor … He could hear voices around him, but he could barely concentrate. He already tried to plead with the other boy, the one who should understand him so well, but instead …
Footsteps sounded dully, quickly moving away from him and closer .. away again .. Looking up, he could feel tears on his face .. He reached out to his butler … the one he cared for the most .. how ever much he could care in what was left of his heart, his soul.
"Claude … what are you staring at? Look, I was stabbed in the stomach, help me! Quick!" His own voice sounded strange. His hand shook.
The demon didn't seem to be paying any attention. He touched his face gently, where three blood stains were still on his face. He appeared deep in thought, completely ignoring his own master.
"Claude?" Alois repeated incredulously.
The butler still ignored him, licking his fingers and savoring the taste.
"Hoheotararuna ronderotareru!" The boy cried out in desperation, repeating it, until he could suddenly taste something rusty in his mouth. He vomited blood in front of him, choking on it. He gasped for air. Why didn't Claude care? Why didn't …
He smiled, bitterly, noticing Claude had finally looked at him. Looked at him like he was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. Alois mumbled another response, still tasting his own blood in his mouth, before finally all senses left him and he slumped to the floor.
He drifted in a dark, lifeless, meaningless world for a time. Those golden eyes haunted him, accused him, stared at him indifferently.
The one he loved cared nothing for him – no, no, he couldn't believe that. Claude was his butler. He had made the contract, they were bound, bound for eternity. Until Claude was the last thing Alois saw.
"hoheotararuna ronderotareru ..."
Those words that were his tie to Claude, they were his red string of fate, they were his proof, the thing he had to hold on to.
"hoheo -" And yet as he stumbled through the void he was lost in, darkness around him .. mumbling this to himself, "tararuna … rondero ..." He knew … deep in his mind, in his heart that wouldn't believe it anyway … "tareru ..."
Alois knew everything between Claude and him, had there been anything, was done. It was all simply a lie. But he knew he wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop loving Claude. Not even in death could he. If he never woke from this horror, knowing Claude hadn't saved him, or even tried … he would still love him. His chest ached deeply.
He loved all of Claude, even the lies.