The Walls Inside Our Palace or
Alimentary For The Likes Of Us
Disclaimer: don't own
Time line: Infinity.
Warnings: none
Genre: angst
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"And the hapless soldier's cry
runs in blood down palace walls."
'London' by Thomas Gray
"It's funny, isn't it?"
Fai leans back and rests his head against the stark white wall behind the couch.
Kurogane doesn't answer at first. He feels trapped in here, the apartment being too big, too empty, too cold. Being constantly watched doesn't help in feeling safe either, even now when Fai is talking to him. Although what the mage is doing can't really be counted as talking anyway.
"What's funny?" he asks in the end. It was done just to keep Fai from calling him by his name with that bitter tone of his or worse, getting bored and leave to lock himself in the princess' shadowy room again.
Fai, then, runs his tongue suggestively over his teeth (at this, Kurogane is suddenly very thankful the boy isn't anywhere near them as of the moment) and nods toward the half-empty sake bottle the ninja left on the table.
"We both drink almost the same stuff."
Exposing his snow white neck to the other, he tilts his head back to scrub with his fingernails on a tiny red mark that taints the otherwise clean wall behind him.
"We are both guilty of murder, selfishness and betrayal – we should really get along!"
He beams with false, tainted happiness – not at the ninja, but at the blood spot on the wall.
Kurogane feels an ache inside him but stays silent, although it hurts to do so. It makes him feel like he can't breathe, like trying to scream under water.
He leaves the room and stays away, but the ghostly image of Fai's fingers against the wall, against his skin, remains and haunts him.
ThE EnD