TITLE: Ending
CHAPTER: Hatred Sanctuary
AUTHOR: Kami Beverly
FANDOM: Shaman King
GENRE: General/Romance
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: Clues to one half in first chapter. Second half obvious by end of chapter
WARNING: Yaoi
DISCLAMER: I don't own anything.
SUMMARY: Used, Abused, Destroyed... because he liked it. But now he's back, and now he knows, and he wants more. ...and he's angry.
NOTES: This- is rather unorthodox for me. But I'm finding this interesting. We'll have to see how it turns out. So you don't get confused, capital-H He is referring to the lover. Except maybe at the beginning of a sentence.
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He had always been a masochist, just as his lover had become a psycho-sadist long before they first met: they were a fitted pair. Unfortunately, his lover never thought of him during the endless torturous pleasurable [oxymoron it is not- marks of a masochist] night, but of her- the true light in the tall man's life.
He had never met her, but from the moment he knew who she was, he had been jealous and spiteful and murderous- even in, especially in, the mad throes of passion, it was never the brunet's name He called, but hers. With a horrible, disgustingly acidic taste in his mouth, he watched his lover- (He was his all by right by heart by life by sheer mad obsession He was his, now and forever, but she wouldn't take that, nooooo.)- HIS lover fight with her, fight using her, fight for her. He watched, nauseating hatred bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his love, lover, obsession, want, need caressed the flesh-lacking corpse.
In this life, his perfect-in-every-way match was named Faust VIII
In this life, and as before (for her name held such importance, and such implantation, and as she was always exactly the same in and out again and again and again and as she never learned and never remembered and as her soul was bound by name, bound to his lover 'mine all mine' the way he never would be and he hated her for it and it boiled him into despair- his soul flared and died, but only his strength could keep him to his lover, his desperation, when she never even knew, never even need to try, not like he needed, not like he had to!) And as forever, her name was Eliza.
And still every nerve in his body screamed when he saw her, dead or not.
Then his lover, Kerimey- now Faust VIII, would look at him and the screams would die to a dull whisper as he allowed himself to be entranced, to be taken in, to be taken over and under and beyond, because that's everything he ever wanted-
And they'd be so close suddenly, together but somehow he was always alone and he wondered sometimes when he was alone what gravitated Ker-Faust to keeping him, what did he see? He knew he was attached- attached to a bed as her soul was attached to His, but it didn't matter because those strange green... violet? blue? eyes (sometimes he would forget which color was which but the sight of them was always burnt into his memory so he didn't care) were staring at him, staring into him and sharp pain laced every piece of him and ecstasy ran through him in bursts of happy pain.
This is what it was like to be alive.