Author: Djibriel and Nemi the Nen
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"It's very good that you are meditating Sailor Horus."
Horus cracked an eyelid open to glare at the annoying black feline beside him.
Emperor, why had Serenity not informed him that her advisors from the past were annoying, foolish, fragile, useless felines?
Oh. Wait. Punishment.
Right, that explains everything about this life, really.
"I am not meditating. I am merely reminding myself that this is my propper punishment and that it would not be of the right path to kick or otherwise harm cats." he told them gravely. "I believe the colloquealism is that it wouldn't earn me any points with the family, no matter how satisfying or how horrible the skirt is"
The female cat looked offended, the male cat sympathetic. "Well, I'm sorry." Artemis said quietly, "But this is all we've got to work with."
Alright, maybe when he was forgiven and could be redeemed, he would not kill the male feline. It was, at least, sensible. And sane.
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By the time Horus returned, cup of mocha latte and tray in hand, Nefer had managed to regain his composure and wipe the tear tracks off his face.
Moment of weakness. Must not do it again.
Now, of course, he was filled with righteous fury. This man... had ruined his life. Had caused the repeated violation of his privacy, his personal space bubble, his family, his sanity.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"Sit." he told Horus, indicating the other bench of the booth he was in. "We need to talk. Why are you going around in a skirt?" he asked, keeping his voice just low enough to carry to Horus' ears.
"It is my punishment. I must redeem myself." Horus rumbled as he laid the latte out in front of Nefer. But he sat.
"Alright, you think you need to be punished, that's between you and whoever you wronged. But why the hells did you have to drag me into this?" Nefer hissed, exasperated.
"I know not what you speak of." Horus said, clearly puzzled.
Running on rage, Nefer pulled out his laptop. And for the first time in weeks, used gooble to look up Sailor Horus.
The sheer amount of porn that came up with the newsclip would have made him violently ill if it had not been for the fact he was focusing on opening the newsclip in another window. "This is all your fault."
"I beg your pardon?" Horus rumbled ominously.
"You ruined my life." Nefer returned, beyond caring.
"I rescued you and saved your life." Horus pointed out, flatly, granite face uncompromising.
"Only to destroy it beyond repair." Nefer hissed.
Then he opened the newsclip. The porn. Then he turned the laptop so the screen faced Horus. "Look at this you bald freak! This. Is. All. Your. Fault."
First, Horus looked at the porn, puzzled. "That looks nothing like me."
Then he saw the newsclip.
Then he looked back at the porn.
Then he went red with rage. "...My shame is redoubled. Warp take it!" His punch put a hole in the wall.
"You're going to have to pay for that." Nefer noted, still so traumatized that his mental filters were no longer working. "Speaking of which. My LIFE. You ruined it!"
Feeding off Nefer's clearly exhibited rage and mental trauma, Horus eventually came back to himself. "Is it righteous to exult in your suffering? In our Mutual suffering? I know not, yet, I will laugh."
Nefer reeled from this, face going pale. "I hate you so goddamn much, there are no words." he hissed, fists clenching. He knew he'd never win a fight, but he wanted to punch this bastard so damn much it made him physically ill.
"There are, after a fashion. It is called mocking laughter." Horus corrected him, perversely feeling much better at the sight of Nefer's pale, beautiful face with its expression of outright loathing. Oh, now that was a pretty sight.
The next words were ground out. "The fuckers have hit my webpage. My parents ask me when I'm going to bring the 'girl' home. My friends all whistle as I walk by and insinuate horrible unclean things about me. and it is all your fault."
Horus agreed completely. And yet.. he was having too much fun. "...You should repent for your sins. I am. Every day I pray that my brothers that I turned will suffer as I am."
"Turned? You.. I don't want to know. I'm sure I've never DONE any sins deserving this kind of shit." Nefer hissed. It was only through a supreme act of control that he managed to not throw his hot drink into the man's face.
"I know, and I am enjoying it," Horus said, honestly, his face stony, and yet... and yet one corner of his mouth inched up in a smile.
"You are a sick freak." Nefer choked out, aghast and pale. Shaking from rage and horror. What kind of freak enjoys the suffering of innocents?
"Please, suffer even more greatly." Horus continued. "No man wishes to be alone. I rejoice in your presence." He knew, this was foul. That it was wrong, and he must repent and purge it from him...
But it was so hard.
Nefer, driven to the state of mind that generally causes people to scream in horror and join cults, carefully put his laptop away, left his pay for the drink on the table. Then he threw the latte in Horus face and fled.
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