Disclaimers: SDA.
Note: Stated writing this during history class while learning about the situation in the Middle East. Ah yes.suicide bombers!
Warning: S x K, S x S, K x F, Sorashi, Yuzunagi, OOC, AU
Rating: NC-17..ano.I know that Fanfiction.net has set restrictions on this.but.I've seen people get away with this.so.I'll just kinda put it in.don't read this if you hate yaoi/rape.
Predator and Prey
Chapter 3-Search
By: Yakusoku
He had never woken up to this feeling of such immense dread before in his past nine years since getting over the worst of the pain from his dear sister's death, and in groggy state of mind, his mind struggled remember what he had dreamt about to rouse him so much. After the fog of sleep slowly lifted the veil over his mind, the only thing he could think of, could concentrate on, was fear and pain.the smell of freshly-drawn blood, and the feeling of touches all around the body.gentle, possessive, but all working towards the harsh end of pain. Adrenaline rushed through his veins suddenly as a panic overtook him, but the feeling went away as quickly as it came. He felt absolutely no trace of the Sakurazukamori here in his sparsely decorated apartment, and he trusted his onmyoujutsu instincts even though he was not thinking as clearly as when truly awake. Besides.it wasn't really about himself and the Sakurazukamori that he had been dreaming about at all, or thinking about when he first awoken.
A certain pair of amethyst eyes flashed across his mind suddenly, and he immediately reached over for his wrinkled trench coat hanging on the coat stand, fishing in his pockets for a few moments before finally pulling out the cell phone he carried. Number dialed, his eyes traveled over to the alarm clock to read the time-8:24 at night. As he waited impatiently for someone to pick up the telephone on the respective side, he mentally wondered why exactly he was feeling so much anxiety and apprehension, but his thoughts were interrupted by Arashi's calm but strained voice.
'Something is definitely wrong.' Subaru thought as he caught a wisp of despair and concern buried in the Shrine Maiden's voice.
"Moshi moshi?" asked Arashi.
"It's me, Subaru," replied Subaru calmly, but he knew that the fear in his voice must have shown too, because he could feel his heart racing with an unknown feeling.
"Subaru-san! Have you seen Kamui-san!?" asked the Maiden of Ise urgently.
"No.Is he missing?" asked Subaru, emotions threatening to break free from his sealed heart, but he quickly forced them down so as to remain come in this situation.
"He hasn't been seen or heard from since he went out to walk, and Segawa-san had informed us that Kamui-san didn't visit him," informed Arashi. "Sorata and Imonoyama-san are trying to calculate and find Kamui's whereabouts right now, but the computer just isn't receiving any data about him!"
"I'm going out to search for him. Call me if any information comes up," said Subaru as he dressed himself and listened to the phone at the same time.
"I will, Subaru-san. Sorata, Yuzuriha, and I are just going to go out to search too. Please inform us if you do find anything. Good bye," said Arashi, her voice cracked with worry and concern.
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There was a time when Kamui would have liked the feeling of hands on his naked skin, touching his trembling body in a way that only he dreamt and fantasized about.but this experience was entirely gross and perverted, and he struggled feebly against his captor. A large weight settled on him then, warm breath washing over his pale cheek, golden, predatory eyes meeting those of fearful, violet eyes, and a rough but wonderful kiss was stolen. Lips wrenched open to reveal the sweet, moist cavern beneath the searching, hungry mouth.it ended with a biting of his lower lip, drawing blood from the wound, and he yelped from the pain that followed with it. Tears now streaming freely down his cheeks, whimpers gently forcing themselves out of his throat in soft music, body now shaking with fear and apprehension at the thought of the proceedings.
There came a feeling of utter disgust as kisses and nips fell all over his body.the tongue caressed his body, saliva coating over his skin.warmth and heat, uncomfortable in its wonderfulness.screams and moans of pleasure.his mind screaming for his innocence. Then came a burning pleasure from his groin as something warm and wet enveloped him, and, with reed legs hung over the other's broad shoulders and wrists tied above his head, the entering of such a large object that he cried out in pain as he felt flesh rip and blood flow from such wounds. /.the fullness./. His body sought to push the intruding member from his virgin hole, trying desperately to slip off his legs, but forceful hands wrapped roughly around his frail ankles and bound him in his position. The tears and sobs intensified, the pleas falling to deaf ears. The pain soon disappeared to growing pleasure and tension, moans and grunts and screams echoing off the walls of the dark room, both buried themselves in this one moment of heat and pleasure, locking their minds away from the world. But even as the pain started to come back to the smaller, more delicate of the two, the other refused to stop, and the precision started to decline, causing more blood to appear and ripping more flesh. Even after the warm glow of release ended for the younger, the older continued, grinding his way, closing his eyes to drink in the wonderful cries of half pain and half pleasure emitted by the other, until he, too, came to his climax and collapsed beside the smaller body, panting for breath but oddly satisfied. Pulled out of the boy, he raised himself over the other body, first wrenching the boy's right arm violently so as to dislocate that slender, perfect arm with a dull crack, then grabbing the wrist of the other arm and dislocating that delicate form too. He loved the screams his opposite emitted, the sound like sweet music to his ears. Tongue hungrily licked away the bittersweet tears covering the porcelain face of the other, who was dazed from all of the pain with eyes slightly glazed. He sent his power around the boy's body then, intensifying the pain, then cutting the boy's arms and legs and body with blades of wind, everywhere but near the groin. Blood licked away too to give the other burning stinging around his wounds, he smirked at his trembling prey before lying down besides his catch and falling asleep, one arm wrapped possessively over the other's waist.
Lost dignity, lost innocence, lost virginity, lost hope, lost happiness.life tainted with this moment of intense fear and pain from the one he used to love. He had taken everything away from him, even his identity and heart. He now truly belonged to his predator, and the pain from such an acknowledgement sent him straight into his mental hell of despair. Large, beautiful violet eyes, lashes framing them in a feminine stance, they closed from exhaustion and pain, never ever to regain the spark of liveliness and joy they once held.
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Standing of the edge of a rooftop, the worried Sumeragi gazed downwards, hoping, wishing desperately to catch a sign of the violet-eyed boy that he helped him realize his own heart and life, only to reel backwards as some unknown pain wrecked his body for a single moment before passing by. The shock wore off eventually, but he knew where the pain came from, and the fear within his heart grew into an overly blazing despair. Realizing that he had been hugging himself quite tightly and was kneeling on the edge quite dangerously, he caught himself and stood up, returning to his search.
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Sorata and Arashi made their way around the crowded city of Tokyo, choosing for once to look in the masses of people instead of above them. Happy about their confessed love for each other, all joys and comforts of the moment was veiled suddenly as worry for their leader, the Kamui of the Dragons of Heaven. Just as the day was beginning to grow late and the sun beginning to set signaling the near end of day to and near approach of night, Sorata caught hold of Arashi's hand, and pulled her into his embrace, the both of them needing just little moment of warmth, reassurance, courage.
"We're not going to find him today, Nee-chan, and it's almost night, let's go back and wait for tomorrow." whispered Sorata sadly as he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Arashi's body in his embrace.
Arashi nodded gently, burying her lovely face into his neck for a moment before the two faced each other for a light kiss, then returned to the Imonoyama mansion.
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Yuzuriha had been on her way back to Clamp Campus, along with her faithful spirit dog Inuki, when she suddenly bumped into a person that she had unexpectedly not seen because of her present distraction.
"I'm sorry!" squeaked Yuzuriha hurriedly as she bowed after the two disengaged from their tangle.
"It's alright, Yuzu-chan," said the kind voice she recognized immediately and treasured in her heart.
Her cat ears perked up and her head immediately turned upwards to meet the smiling face of Kusanagi.
"Kusanagi-san!" nearly squealed Yuzuriha as she fought to control her excitement and glee but failed miserably. Before she knew what she was doing, she had Kusanagi in a bear hug, clinging onto him tightly from both happiness and a need for comfort. After the initial surprise wore off, Kusanagi's mind processed that there must be something bothering his Miss for her to act so strangely.
"What's the matter, Yuzu-chan?" asked Kusanagi worriedly.
"Kamui-chan's missing." whispered Yuzuriha, her voice dripping with worry.
"Kamui.?" repeated Kusanagi, trying to think of the reason for the boy's disappearance and knowing the answer almost painfully immediate.
"He's been gone since he went out to walk today afternoon, and we just can't seem to find a trace of him!" blurted Yuzuriha, the tears of fear now staining her childish face as her worry tore harshly at her innocent, kind heart.
"Yuzu-chan." whispered Kusanagi gently as he proceeded to soothe and comfort Yuzuriha with the help of Inuki.
"Kusanagi-san!" came a cheerful voice from afar.
The two looked up from where they sat on the park bench. It was a Dragon of Earth, and it was someone that both of them knew only by his title as the civil servant.
"Yuuto-san?" asked Kusanagi, unsure of the other Harbinger's intentions for visiting them.
"So nice to meet you here!" greeted Yuuto, smiling at both of them. His gaze settled on Yuzuriha before he teased, "And with a miss so pretty with you!"
Yuzuriha turned bright red from embarrassment, but her even perkier cat ears showed her excitement and gratitude for such a comment. This feeling of utter happiness drained away from her, though, quite soon as she pondered something quite seriously within her mind.'How does Kusanagi-san knew this Dragon of Earth.?' And lifted her head to gaze confusedly into the eyes of the person she loved. Kusanagi, of course, didn't understand the question showing clearly Yuzuriha's troubled eyes, but it dawned on him after awhile, and he tightened his hold on the inugami mistress in his embrace.
"I'm sorry, Yuzu-chan." whispered Kusanagi as he turned his head and closed his eyes to hide his shame.shame from hiding the truth about his status and position in the end of the world business, despite his knowledge of hers.
But instead of turning away with disgust and horror as he had expected her to do, she hugged him in an even tighter embrace.
"That's okay, Kusanagi-san.because I know you would never have done anything to hurt people." muttered Yuzuriha, her mind racing, mentally begging that what she had just said was true, that he truly hadn't been involved in any of the earthquakes.
Kusanagi smiled so greatly from relief and hugged the child in his arms tightly as he lifted her chin to face him, showing his gratitude for her trust in him just by merely using his eyes.
"Thank you, Yuzu-chan, for believing in me. I promise you that I have never been in any of these Apocalypse businesses, and that I will never get involved in any of them," confirmed Kusanagi, the determination burning in his eyes.
And that was all that was needed to be heard.
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Kamui woke up to pain, finding cold shackles around his neck, wrists, waist, and ankles, lying on a bed of musty sheets smelling of abuse and rape. Loose clothing sheeted about his body, a large, black, silk tanktop shirt covering his body, one strap barely hanging onto his shoulder while the other relinquished the fight to reveal one smooth, pale shoulder.
/It's so dark./
Fuuma, upon entering the room, was happy that his prey had woken up, for now is the time to play more with his toy. After much resistance and struggle, Kamui was forced to spread his wings, which were immediately shackled too, at the bridge of bone protruding from his back.
"Sing," was the one thing his dark side ordered for him to do, and it was a concept he would have laughed at if not for the hungry fire burning within the other's golden, beautiful eyes. He never thought of singing, always thinking he would never have the ability to do so, but now he was being forced to perform this simple task, he was sure was going to get punished even more from provoked anger from his horrible singing.
Opening his mouth, forcing that first note out, he was quite surprised as he began to sing beautifully, exactly like a nightingale who was singing its beautiful song at night. The music rushed through his mind, and it felt absolutely natural to him.his voice now soft and gentle and feminine, he thought it was not his voice.but it was him who was singing to please his predator, his captor, his abuser.
Then came the dancing, which, to his surprise, came quite naturally to his lithe form too, and he lost himself in his graceful instincts of movements, and with the added wings and feathers to add even more beauty and elegance to his enchanting dance, he sought only please the one person he could ever fall to the mercy of. And the crystalline tears streamed from his beautiful, shatter orbs of perfect lavender, his heart retreating into darkness as the part of him that was submissive to such pain and suffering and did not protest to anything, bid his heart rest and took control over his weary body.
Author: Wheee!!! I LOVE TORTURING KAMUI-KUN!!!
Kamui: *pout pout glare glare pout glare scowl*
Subaru: That's not fair to Kamui-kun here. It's cruel and inhuman!
Author: *raises eyebrow* Kamui-KUN???
Subaru: *blushes slightly* so what if I wanna call him Kamui-kun? It's perfectly normal!
Author: Yes.it just so HAPPENS that you call him Kamui-KUN because you like him.
Subaru: YOU'RE THE AUTHOR!!!
Author: Yes.and I say that you like him.otherwise this wouldn't have been a SxK fic now would it?
Note: Stated writing this during history class while learning about the situation in the Middle East. Ah yes.suicide bombers!
Warning: S x K, S x S, K x F, Sorashi, Yuzunagi, OOC, AU
Rating: NC-17..ano.I know that Fanfiction.net has set restrictions on this.but.I've seen people get away with this.so.I'll just kinda put it in.don't read this if you hate yaoi/rape.
Predator and Prey
Chapter 3-Search
By: Yakusoku
He had never woken up to this feeling of such immense dread before in his past nine years since getting over the worst of the pain from his dear sister's death, and in groggy state of mind, his mind struggled remember what he had dreamt about to rouse him so much. After the fog of sleep slowly lifted the veil over his mind, the only thing he could think of, could concentrate on, was fear and pain.the smell of freshly-drawn blood, and the feeling of touches all around the body.gentle, possessive, but all working towards the harsh end of pain. Adrenaline rushed through his veins suddenly as a panic overtook him, but the feeling went away as quickly as it came. He felt absolutely no trace of the Sakurazukamori here in his sparsely decorated apartment, and he trusted his onmyoujutsu instincts even though he was not thinking as clearly as when truly awake. Besides.it wasn't really about himself and the Sakurazukamori that he had been dreaming about at all, or thinking about when he first awoken.
A certain pair of amethyst eyes flashed across his mind suddenly, and he immediately reached over for his wrinkled trench coat hanging on the coat stand, fishing in his pockets for a few moments before finally pulling out the cell phone he carried. Number dialed, his eyes traveled over to the alarm clock to read the time-8:24 at night. As he waited impatiently for someone to pick up the telephone on the respective side, he mentally wondered why exactly he was feeling so much anxiety and apprehension, but his thoughts were interrupted by Arashi's calm but strained voice.
'Something is definitely wrong.' Subaru thought as he caught a wisp of despair and concern buried in the Shrine Maiden's voice.
"Moshi moshi?" asked Arashi.
"It's me, Subaru," replied Subaru calmly, but he knew that the fear in his voice must have shown too, because he could feel his heart racing with an unknown feeling.
"Subaru-san! Have you seen Kamui-san!?" asked the Maiden of Ise urgently.
"No.Is he missing?" asked Subaru, emotions threatening to break free from his sealed heart, but he quickly forced them down so as to remain come in this situation.
"He hasn't been seen or heard from since he went out to walk, and Segawa-san had informed us that Kamui-san didn't visit him," informed Arashi. "Sorata and Imonoyama-san are trying to calculate and find Kamui's whereabouts right now, but the computer just isn't receiving any data about him!"
"I'm going out to search for him. Call me if any information comes up," said Subaru as he dressed himself and listened to the phone at the same time.
"I will, Subaru-san. Sorata, Yuzuriha, and I are just going to go out to search too. Please inform us if you do find anything. Good bye," said Arashi, her voice cracked with worry and concern.
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There was a time when Kamui would have liked the feeling of hands on his naked skin, touching his trembling body in a way that only he dreamt and fantasized about.but this experience was entirely gross and perverted, and he struggled feebly against his captor. A large weight settled on him then, warm breath washing over his pale cheek, golden, predatory eyes meeting those of fearful, violet eyes, and a rough but wonderful kiss was stolen. Lips wrenched open to reveal the sweet, moist cavern beneath the searching, hungry mouth.it ended with a biting of his lower lip, drawing blood from the wound, and he yelped from the pain that followed with it. Tears now streaming freely down his cheeks, whimpers gently forcing themselves out of his throat in soft music, body now shaking with fear and apprehension at the thought of the proceedings.
There came a feeling of utter disgust as kisses and nips fell all over his body.the tongue caressed his body, saliva coating over his skin.warmth and heat, uncomfortable in its wonderfulness.screams and moans of pleasure.his mind screaming for his innocence. Then came a burning pleasure from his groin as something warm and wet enveloped him, and, with reed legs hung over the other's broad shoulders and wrists tied above his head, the entering of such a large object that he cried out in pain as he felt flesh rip and blood flow from such wounds. /.the fullness./. His body sought to push the intruding member from his virgin hole, trying desperately to slip off his legs, but forceful hands wrapped roughly around his frail ankles and bound him in his position. The tears and sobs intensified, the pleas falling to deaf ears. The pain soon disappeared to growing pleasure and tension, moans and grunts and screams echoing off the walls of the dark room, both buried themselves in this one moment of heat and pleasure, locking their minds away from the world. But even as the pain started to come back to the smaller, more delicate of the two, the other refused to stop, and the precision started to decline, causing more blood to appear and ripping more flesh. Even after the warm glow of release ended for the younger, the older continued, grinding his way, closing his eyes to drink in the wonderful cries of half pain and half pleasure emitted by the other, until he, too, came to his climax and collapsed beside the smaller body, panting for breath but oddly satisfied. Pulled out of the boy, he raised himself over the other body, first wrenching the boy's right arm violently so as to dislocate that slender, perfect arm with a dull crack, then grabbing the wrist of the other arm and dislocating that delicate form too. He loved the screams his opposite emitted, the sound like sweet music to his ears. Tongue hungrily licked away the bittersweet tears covering the porcelain face of the other, who was dazed from all of the pain with eyes slightly glazed. He sent his power around the boy's body then, intensifying the pain, then cutting the boy's arms and legs and body with blades of wind, everywhere but near the groin. Blood licked away too to give the other burning stinging around his wounds, he smirked at his trembling prey before lying down besides his catch and falling asleep, one arm wrapped possessively over the other's waist.
Lost dignity, lost innocence, lost virginity, lost hope, lost happiness.life tainted with this moment of intense fear and pain from the one he used to love. He had taken everything away from him, even his identity and heart. He now truly belonged to his predator, and the pain from such an acknowledgement sent him straight into his mental hell of despair. Large, beautiful violet eyes, lashes framing them in a feminine stance, they closed from exhaustion and pain, never ever to regain the spark of liveliness and joy they once held.
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Standing of the edge of a rooftop, the worried Sumeragi gazed downwards, hoping, wishing desperately to catch a sign of the violet-eyed boy that he helped him realize his own heart and life, only to reel backwards as some unknown pain wrecked his body for a single moment before passing by. The shock wore off eventually, but he knew where the pain came from, and the fear within his heart grew into an overly blazing despair. Realizing that he had been hugging himself quite tightly and was kneeling on the edge quite dangerously, he caught himself and stood up, returning to his search.
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Sorata and Arashi made their way around the crowded city of Tokyo, choosing for once to look in the masses of people instead of above them. Happy about their confessed love for each other, all joys and comforts of the moment was veiled suddenly as worry for their leader, the Kamui of the Dragons of Heaven. Just as the day was beginning to grow late and the sun beginning to set signaling the near end of day to and near approach of night, Sorata caught hold of Arashi's hand, and pulled her into his embrace, the both of them needing just little moment of warmth, reassurance, courage.
"We're not going to find him today, Nee-chan, and it's almost night, let's go back and wait for tomorrow." whispered Sorata sadly as he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of Arashi's body in his embrace.
Arashi nodded gently, burying her lovely face into his neck for a moment before the two faced each other for a light kiss, then returned to the Imonoyama mansion.
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Yuzuriha had been on her way back to Clamp Campus, along with her faithful spirit dog Inuki, when she suddenly bumped into a person that she had unexpectedly not seen because of her present distraction.
"I'm sorry!" squeaked Yuzuriha hurriedly as she bowed after the two disengaged from their tangle.
"It's alright, Yuzu-chan," said the kind voice she recognized immediately and treasured in her heart.
Her cat ears perked up and her head immediately turned upwards to meet the smiling face of Kusanagi.
"Kusanagi-san!" nearly squealed Yuzuriha as she fought to control her excitement and glee but failed miserably. Before she knew what she was doing, she had Kusanagi in a bear hug, clinging onto him tightly from both happiness and a need for comfort. After the initial surprise wore off, Kusanagi's mind processed that there must be something bothering his Miss for her to act so strangely.
"What's the matter, Yuzu-chan?" asked Kusanagi worriedly.
"Kamui-chan's missing." whispered Yuzuriha, her voice dripping with worry.
"Kamui.?" repeated Kusanagi, trying to think of the reason for the boy's disappearance and knowing the answer almost painfully immediate.
"He's been gone since he went out to walk today afternoon, and we just can't seem to find a trace of him!" blurted Yuzuriha, the tears of fear now staining her childish face as her worry tore harshly at her innocent, kind heart.
"Yuzu-chan." whispered Kusanagi gently as he proceeded to soothe and comfort Yuzuriha with the help of Inuki.
"Kusanagi-san!" came a cheerful voice from afar.
The two looked up from where they sat on the park bench. It was a Dragon of Earth, and it was someone that both of them knew only by his title as the civil servant.
"Yuuto-san?" asked Kusanagi, unsure of the other Harbinger's intentions for visiting them.
"So nice to meet you here!" greeted Yuuto, smiling at both of them. His gaze settled on Yuzuriha before he teased, "And with a miss so pretty with you!"
Yuzuriha turned bright red from embarrassment, but her even perkier cat ears showed her excitement and gratitude for such a comment. This feeling of utter happiness drained away from her, though, quite soon as she pondered something quite seriously within her mind.'How does Kusanagi-san knew this Dragon of Earth.?' And lifted her head to gaze confusedly into the eyes of the person she loved. Kusanagi, of course, didn't understand the question showing clearly Yuzuriha's troubled eyes, but it dawned on him after awhile, and he tightened his hold on the inugami mistress in his embrace.
"I'm sorry, Yuzu-chan." whispered Kusanagi as he turned his head and closed his eyes to hide his shame.shame from hiding the truth about his status and position in the end of the world business, despite his knowledge of hers.
But instead of turning away with disgust and horror as he had expected her to do, she hugged him in an even tighter embrace.
"That's okay, Kusanagi-san.because I know you would never have done anything to hurt people." muttered Yuzuriha, her mind racing, mentally begging that what she had just said was true, that he truly hadn't been involved in any of the earthquakes.
Kusanagi smiled so greatly from relief and hugged the child in his arms tightly as he lifted her chin to face him, showing his gratitude for her trust in him just by merely using his eyes.
"Thank you, Yuzu-chan, for believing in me. I promise you that I have never been in any of these Apocalypse businesses, and that I will never get involved in any of them," confirmed Kusanagi, the determination burning in his eyes.
And that was all that was needed to be heard.
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Kamui woke up to pain, finding cold shackles around his neck, wrists, waist, and ankles, lying on a bed of musty sheets smelling of abuse and rape. Loose clothing sheeted about his body, a large, black, silk tanktop shirt covering his body, one strap barely hanging onto his shoulder while the other relinquished the fight to reveal one smooth, pale shoulder.
/It's so dark./
Fuuma, upon entering the room, was happy that his prey had woken up, for now is the time to play more with his toy. After much resistance and struggle, Kamui was forced to spread his wings, which were immediately shackled too, at the bridge of bone protruding from his back.
"Sing," was the one thing his dark side ordered for him to do, and it was a concept he would have laughed at if not for the hungry fire burning within the other's golden, beautiful eyes. He never thought of singing, always thinking he would never have the ability to do so, but now he was being forced to perform this simple task, he was sure was going to get punished even more from provoked anger from his horrible singing.
Opening his mouth, forcing that first note out, he was quite surprised as he began to sing beautifully, exactly like a nightingale who was singing its beautiful song at night. The music rushed through his mind, and it felt absolutely natural to him.his voice now soft and gentle and feminine, he thought it was not his voice.but it was him who was singing to please his predator, his captor, his abuser.
Then came the dancing, which, to his surprise, came quite naturally to his lithe form too, and he lost himself in his graceful instincts of movements, and with the added wings and feathers to add even more beauty and elegance to his enchanting dance, he sought only please the one person he could ever fall to the mercy of. And the crystalline tears streamed from his beautiful, shatter orbs of perfect lavender, his heart retreating into darkness as the part of him that was submissive to such pain and suffering and did not protest to anything, bid his heart rest and took control over his weary body.
Author: Wheee!!! I LOVE TORTURING KAMUI-KUN!!!
Kamui: *pout pout glare glare pout glare scowl*
Subaru: That's not fair to Kamui-kun here. It's cruel and inhuman!
Author: *raises eyebrow* Kamui-KUN???
Subaru: *blushes slightly* so what if I wanna call him Kamui-kun? It's perfectly normal!
Author: Yes.it just so HAPPENS that you call him Kamui-KUN because you like him.
Subaru: YOU'RE THE AUTHOR!!!
Author: Yes.and I say that you like him.otherwise this wouldn't have been a SxK fic now would it?