SHIT ;- connections
"You're going to shit yourself, you know," he comments, glancing at you from the bed. He's lying on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. How he can tell that you need to use the restroom, you have no idea. Maybe it's your expression.
"I'm fine," you lie.
He ignores you, pulling his PDA from his pocket and sending for Owari. Dammit.
"Don't you dare shit yourself. I can't stand that smell."
(blood mixed with shit mixed with)
"Corpses shit after they die. Shitting yourself is like dying. Don't fucking shit yourself."
Silence lingers for a moment, stroking your face with tendrils of shadow as you sink into a memory. He's in the same place, most likely. These things can't be washed away. They stay with you. Forever.
"I won't," you say stoically.
(red red blood trickling down his face, blood and mucus and tears, his screaming as we kill the mistress)
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
Tools do not feel. Tools simply obey.
Despair. You knew what it tasted like but you'd never eaten it whole, like the others. You couldn't. (Who are you lying to, Peko-chan?) Being a tool had its advantages.
(you hold him still while the young master pistol-whips him and breaks his nose. it bleeds and he calls the young master 'son' for the first time in years, and the young master laughs)
You'd already stolen the guns. It was impossible to know where the Master and Mistress hid every weapon they owned, but you stole all you could find, and as it turned out, that was enough, given the circumstances. No one expected it. Not from their son; not from his tool. It was a well-planned execution of an entire family and their unfortunate laborers.
And the dogs. Why did you have to kill the dogs? Why couldn't you just tie them up and...?
(snarling and growls and barking followed by whimpers followed by silence and you suddenly understand why they've always been afraid of you)
You killed the dogs first, before the family realized anything was wrong. The next casualty was a domestic servant. The Young Master shot him point-blank in the face. He had probably witnessed the carnage in the kennels and was running from the yard to the house. The Young Master was waiting with a loaded revolver. Bang. (BANG.)
Nothing you weren't used to by that point.
The body was discarded in the bushes, and the young master led you to the toilet.
"Shit," he commanded. "Take a shit, but don't you dare flush."
You had done strange things at your young master's request over the past several months, but this was by far the strangest. As he left you to your business, you glanced into the bowl. Two brown logs floated on the surface of the water. An odd numbness came over you as you pulled down your tights and panties and sat.
Your business finished, you were ordered to execute those servants and employees deemed the greatest potential threats by the young master. It was surreal, slinking through the shadows of the manor, stabbing, slitting, SLASHING the men and women you'd grown so accustomed to seeing over the years.
A pistol to his back and the tip of a katana to his throat were all it took. The Master was tied up and forced to watch the executions. This was the first time you'd seen the Master cry.
Fuyuhiko commanded you lead the party of three to the dojo. Naturally, you obeyed. [Naturally.] The Young Master insisted you kill Sensei yourself.
(you ambush him and attack him and dispatch him using the techniques he taught you himself and the young master tells you to lick his blood off your hands and you don't know why but you don't question it you just. do.)
And when everything else was done, you dragged the beaten Master to the bathroom, as the Young Master commanded. "He's shit," said the Young Master. "He's going to die like shit."
It reeked. You held the Master still while the Young Master pushed his face into the toilet. He was laughing. He was laughing so hard he was crying. You said nothing as he slowly reloaded the pistol.
(why are you- why is this happening you shouldn't have let this happen this shouldn't be happBANG in the back of his head and BANG in his groin and BANG in the back of his head again and hes writhing he's dead but his body is writhing hold him still so the young master doesn't miss BANG BANG BANG as he unloads the pistol into the man who raised him)
And when the pistol was empty, the Young Master reloaded it again. BANG. BANG. Blood and shit and bits of brain and skull splattered the inside of the toilet bowl. Some of it flecked on your faces and in spite of everything, your stomach lurched violently when you caught the taste of shit on a shard of skull as it hit your lips.
The Young Master stopped when the pistol was empty again and wiped the blood spatter from his face, panting. Slowly, you released the Master's body. It was still warm, but it wasn't moving anymore.
The Young Master flushed the toilet and grinned at you.
You stared back at him.
He flushes the toilet and grins at you.
You stare back at him.
You stand up, knees weak, unstrap the katana from around your back, and kneel down again.
You place the weapon at his feet and bow your head.
{I'm sorry I couldn't save you.}
"The hell are you doing, idiot?" He flushes the toilet again, and you keep your eyes cast downward.
"I am ready, Bocchan."
"I told you not to fucking call me that. Ready for what?"
"Ready for death."
"The hell are you talking about? Get up. We're leaving."
You're stunned. You were supposed to be the final casualty, weren't you? The last surviving servant of the Kuzuryuu household?
"I told you to get up! Get up!"
You pick up your katana with shaky hands and do as you are told.
"Quit being so goddamn dramatic. C'mon, let's get out of here. Place smells like shit. I can't stand it."
You strap the weapon over your back again and follow him.