Disclaimer/Warning/Dedication/Thanks: Yeah, I don't own Noin or Silk or anyone from KKJ for that matter. I wish I did because then I definitely would have overhauled that anime, but that's another matter. Don't sue me! Umm warning, this is Noin x Silk a.k.a. two guys in love. If that makes you squeamish, don't read it and don't complain because I warned you. I'll dedicate this to Quaterine whose e-mail managed to get me off my lazy bum and start working on this fic. Special thanks goes out to Pauline because she knows French!
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Chapter 1 – First Words
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I remember the time I first met him. His shivering form trembled between the shadows and the light in that incredibly small room. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. After all, he was so out of place in the infinite bleakness of Hell. The legends of brimstone and fire are purely myth. Hell is a cold and soulless place. I really don't know how he survived at all. He was so innocent, and to tell you the truth…
I loved him from the moment he looked up at me.
Not to say that he was particularly pleasant to me. In fact, he seemed rather suspicious of my presence. The fire in his eyes always seemed to ask the question, "Why did the Devil send him to me?" Not that I blamed him. We did seem like an unlikely partnership: some embittered human-turned-demon and a ditzy little dragon familiar. However, I saw the kind heart inside of him, even in the shadows of Hell.
I remember how we sat in silence for days…maybe even years or decades for all I know. When you're immortal, time tends to pass a little more rapidly in comparison to the mortal world. Still, I can recall every second that passed. If I close my eyes, I can still hear his fearful, painfully sharp breaths. In my memory, I can still summon up the exact moment when he opened his beautifully carved mouth and spoke to me for the first time.
"Bonjour, je m'appelle, Noin Claude. Comment tu t'appele, mon petit démon?"
All it took was the first offering of gentle words and a warm smile to make my heart melt. He was something that you never saw in Hell. He was loving and kind, untarnished by the evils to which he had sold his soul. I remember the infinite warmth of his body as I crawled into his lap, practically cooing with glee at the chance to speak.
"My name is Siiiiiiiiiiiilk! I'm happy to meet Noin-sama!"
I was his. He was the master, and I was his love sick slave. I never really gave a thought to him reciprocating the feelings that I had for him, but it was enough that he cared for me at all. I helped him with his quest to save Jeanne because he loved her so much. I was nothing in comparison.
But I could dream…
And sometimes, when he did something nice, I would like to pretend that he loved me more than anything or anyone else. It was lovely to dream things like that.
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Author's Notes:
I wanted to write a Noin/Silk fic for my shrine, "Boku wa Akuma Kishi, Noin!" (), and this is the start of it. I don't know if I'll end up uploading it to my site, but I figured I should put it onto FF.net to get feedback and be motivated to write more.
The French is "Hello, my name is Noin Claude. What's your name, my little demon?"