Disclaimers : Sniff. Why? Oh why can't I own Weiss Kreuz? Just for one day,
an hour, a minute. Pweez!!! Alright, alright! I don't own it and never
will. *goes of pouting*.
Title: When Blood Soils One's Hands
Author: Black Mirror (stone_devil_666@hotmail.com)
Pairings : Just wait and see! I'm not gonna spoil the fun.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, teenagers from a certain school start missing, love is refused. welcome to Weiss!
Type: Angst and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: YAOI!!! Partial child-rape, blood, murder. All those lovely things we like. Don't say I haven't warned you! Oh! And there might be bad language. Yes, I've made Ken swear. }:p Oh, Raven is mine and I would beg you not to steal him. If you like him enough to steal him, I'll let you borrow him. I also add that some of the torture will be referring to the catholic religion. I hope no one sees that as an inconvenience. Now, stop reading this and stroll down to the fic. }:)
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When Blood Soils One's Hands
Chapter XII
Sin Is the Kitten Who Weeps
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// And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive //
Iris / Goo Goo Dolls
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As I bent down to pick up the tape I'd just found lying on the ground in the middle of the hallway, I was debating with myself on whether I should watch it without the others' consent or not. Being the very patient person I was and still am, it soon became clear to me that -even though I thought it would be more 'equitable' to wait for the two other members of Weiss- I would not be able to stand the time delay. With this tape, we could discover new paths, new clues. We could also discover that they'd finally killed Omi and gone to another victim, but that was highly unlikely because Raven said he'd call us. Why would he call us after killing him? Then again, Raven was Raven and though I hadn't been totally acquainted with him yet, I guess his mind was twisted enough to do about anything.
You rarely find people with a mind this disorganized. It sometimes makes me ponder on what could have happened to make him that way. Was he always like this? Was he born with this hatred of life and with a weird, dreamy goddess implanted in his brain? Or was it all caused by a childhood trauma?
Though we can all presume he is completely nuts, we have to give him credit for one thing: he's a genius. To be able to defy Weiss and leave us in the utter darkness of the infamous 'I-don't-know-what-the-hell-we're-gonna-do' world, you have to have planed this months and months in advance. I'm not trying to praise Weiss in claiming that it is hard to get pass us, I am stating facts. Without publicly declaring that we rule the world and that no one can surpass us, it is proper to admit that we aren't amateurs. To be capable of playing around with us as he does is not everyone's virtue. In fact, it is mostly improbable. Let us not forget that we are also backed up by Kritiker, a society that has practically never been breached itself. This 'scheme' was planed a long way back. This could not simply be a spur of the moment job.
Now, if you take notion that -as this one- every kidnapping must be planed in advance, that suggests that the victims are also chosen in advance. In other words, if we ever catch a member of this sadistic clan, we can force some information out of him: who's the next victim on the list? That is, if ever there is a list, of course.
Grabbing a pen, I wrote this newly discovered information on my hand , assuring myself that I would not forget it. Clues come and go in my mind as they please. I'd have to tell the guys about this one later. I can already guess Yohji's retort: 'You're only three days late on information. Light years away, baka'. I'd have to prepare a catch up line for that one. Hey, might as well prepare it in advance, right? I just notice that in the expression catch up, if you so happen to stick the two words together, it gives catchup. Get it? Ketchup? Never mind. . . this rambling isn't contagious, don't worry about it. Too much mind blathering sets me way off tracks. Now, where was I? Ah yes. . . get to the next chapter already!
I picked up the tape from the ground and felt my fingers brush against something that did not possess the texture a tape usually does. It was smoother, just like glassed paper. As I turned the tape to see what it was, I found out that my fingers were resting on a band of scotch tape which held in place a small piece of grayish paper -must've gotten dirty when being carried here. In brown and unclear letters, I could read: 'Sin is the kitten who weeps'.
It was only after reading the brief and partially vague sentence that I noticed something: the letters were written in blood. Of course, it had dried and turned brown since then, but I could clearly make it out. Believe me when I say that I've seen enough blood to know what it looks like when it's dry, fresh, under water or spattering through the air.
I felt chills run up and down my spinal cord and I remember rubbing my hands together, trying in vain to warm them up for they had suddenly become ice-cold. You try rubbing your hands together with a tape nestled in them. I ripped off the small piece of paper and placed it on the most renowned coffee table, its writing facing the ceiling above.
With a hesitant index, I turned one the power switch on the VCR and waited for the green light to glow. I then pushed the tape in and waited a few moments before pressing the play button. You have to wait a lot when your VCR's fabrication year was at the least twelve years ago.
Strangely, I heard the television open and I surely had not ordered the action. Surprised and taken aback, I turned and noticed Aya standing behind me with his usual frown.
"Don't bother waking Yohji" he explained. "He's been partying all night long and won't get up until this afternoon, unless you propose yourself to carry him out of his bed."
I couldn't believe what the ice-king had just told me. That idiotic playboy had been partying all night. He could have been researching, getting the shop ready for tomorrow, doing flower arrangements, trying to get some information with Kritiker. . . partying! That just seemed so wrong. We were all working -well, especially me- to find Omi and he was just hanging and having a good time. That selfish prick!
"He's been partying?" I asked, annoyance seeping through my voice.
A simple and brief nod proved that last sentence as being correct. That bigheaded Narcissus. He'd thought only of himself and of his self-image while he very well new that Omi was suffering and vulnerable in the hands of a sadistic criminal. Did that last sentence seem right to you? I mean, how could a person be so blind? I. . . I. . .
I decided to keep all my hatred inside and blast it all out on him when he'd awake.
The tape began.
The only thing we could see was a color that resembled red wine. I wondered if the screen's coloring was wrong, but I could see reflects in the strangely monotonous coloring. They seemed to be moving at a slow rhythm; like rings of water dispersing right after being created. I then recognized the image. It was a puddle a blood: a puddle of rich and liquid -newly shed- blood. I repressed my urge to throw up all over the floor by clasping my mouth shut. Was this really his blood? Was this Omi's?
"How's our little kitten doing?" a raspy voice asked.
With a rapid swirl, the camera backed away from the puddle and we were finally able to view the scene.
Raven lurched forward, moving closer and closer to Omi. The blond bishounen turned his head to the side and replied in an annoyed -though it was more infuriated than annoyed- voice:
"What the hell do you want with me?" he yelled back without looking at his kidnapper. It seemed that, though he had begun to face Raven, he wasn't completely able to be brave and resist him. When I say resist, you must take it as follow: he could not resist answering him. Yes, it was clear by the newly carved marks on Omi's arms and legs, that he'd been forced to endure a certain amount of torture. I wondered how Raven had proceeded, curious and enraged all at once, but it didn't take long until I found out.
"Where is Arosaki's body, boy?" he asked.
I couldn't believe it. He was still using that stupid 'now-I-seem-to-be- fucking-alive' Arosaki dude. He was merely testing Omi and hurting him just to see how long it would take to break him. Somebody just had to beat some sense into this maniac.
Closing his eyes, Omi responded in a clear yet whispered voice:
"I don't know what you're talking about."
A wicked smile played on the black-haired man's lips. For a second, Omi's eyes met his and his expression seemed to somewhat worsen. The mere exchanged look had ignited a fiery flame in his eyes. I flame of lust and madness.
Omi yelled to his face:
"I've told you a thousand times and I'll tell you a thousand more. Now let me go!"
Omi twisted and turned on that god-be-damned cross of his and breathed in sharply as the attempt to free himself jarred his injured hands. A single tear fell down the side of his face as the gash opened and ripped his skin.
"Now now, little boy. You know you must be honest with me. Honesty can be such a savior at times" Raven replied with a sick smile, his voice dripping with sweetness and comprehension. The more he spoke, the more I hated that man.
Taking in ragged breaths, Omi's chest heaved up and down rhythmically. His lips were crackled and bleeding, this probably due to the lack of liquid that flowed in his mouth. They must not have been giving him enough to drink.
"How can I be honest if I have nothing to tell? I'm only your usual teenager" Omi yelled at the other, his raspy voice croaking as would a crow's discordant cry.
The smile left Raven's face only to be replaced by a forced pout. He sighed and turned to Omi to answer his previous question.
"And there I thought you were a very resourceful person."
A slight tremor passed through the blond boy's body as the elder man ran his fingers across the broken skin of his once flawless chest. His index pressed on one of the cuts, trying to penetrate it though the cut was to shallow. As new blood pored out of the wound, Raven brought his finger to his mouth and licked the fresh warm liquid, savoring the taste as one would a very expensive wine.
Something exploded in me. It was a feeling I didn't usually come across. I guessed, for I still was not certain, that it was jealousy.
"Then you are no longer useful to me and I might as well dispose of you."
Terror and fright were clearly visible in the ocean-blue eyes. I tried to fix my mind on thinking that Raven wouldn't kill Omi just like that, without any further. . . development, witchcraft or whatever you can call the idiotic things some of those religious freaks do. The torture-master had also promised to call them. He hadn't exactly promised that Omi would be alive when he'd placed the phone call, but one didn't go without the other, right? Though Raven is known to turn facts around and jumble them up. But I've already explained that. I couldn't seem to get my mind off of it. It was my source of light in the darkened tunnel. It was the exit.
I didn't know what to think. First there was this dream, then this weird feeling followed by the 'I-will-finally-get-to-kill-you' declaration.
I just then realized that I was still standing up. I hadn't even bothered to sit down when the film began. I momentarily detached my gaze from the television screen and saw Aya crouched in the corner of the room, his back, as usual, leaning against the wall. If he doesn't stop doing that, we'll have to add extra support to those poor poor walls. Might need a few new support beams, three or four studs vertically and horizontally I'd say.
I backed away from the screen and seated myself on the couch. There, I would probably be more comfortable if another wave of nausea would hit me. At least I was sure to spare the coffee table.
"But, we'll have to do it nice and slow because with love and passion comes swiftness and with vehemence and desire for blood comes slothfulness."
Was he ever going to make any sense?
He grabbed one of Omi's pierced hands and pressed on the sides of the open wound provoking a few repressed screams from the poor boy who squirmed with pain.
"I want to find pleasure in witnessing you bleed yourself dry."
The sentence repeated itself in my head over and over again becoming some kind of sick mantra. As fucked up as Raven could be, this was the last straw. No one could be this sadomasochist. It was mentally impossible -or so I thought. Who knew it could only get worse?
A cloaked man moved forward and, with a glove-covered hand, placed a dagger in Raven's open hand. His fingers gripped the hilt with such force that his knuckles turned white. He placed the blade against his lips and placed a butterfly kiss on its end, his eyes never leaving Omi's face.
Leisurely, he bent down, his nose brushing Omi's. His callous lips approached, wanting to steal a kiss from the perfect ones beneath them. He placed one of his hand on the top of the cross for support and leaned into the forbidden kiss, digging deep in the smaller boy's throat. My gusts twisted and my vision reddened.
The kiss broke as the blade drew near, threatening the seventeen-year-old's chest with such menaces that he would coward away, fleeing it and trembling with fright.
"Please. . ." he whispered with a certain degree of hesitation appearing in his soft yet raspy voice. "Please, you mustn't-"
Two careless eyes turned to him, staring straight into his own. A sparkle set alight their dark coloring: one that brought ill omen.
"Correct. I mustn't do this. In fact, I should firstly remove you from this cross."
Good news? What was he up to? You must learn to take every precaution with this freak and I'm sure he wouldn't do anything to advantage Omi. I could swear on that.
"Bastard" someone exclaimed with a mere whisper. It didn't come from the television so. . . Aya? Well, it surely wasn't me. Sure as hell in fact.
I turned back to the screen, intent on watching instead of presuming to know everything that would happen, which wasn't the case in the least. I'd never wanted to turn out to be a 'little mystical person' that can see the future in his dreams. So I might as well not start acting like one, right?
"Move out" the black-haired man ordered aloud to the few subjects that had remained in the room along his side.
I then realized the reason that had provoked Aya's outburst -I'm still wondering if you can really call the little insult an outburst. How do you think he'd get the nails out? They were solidly anchored in the wood and hands and since they had not totally pierced through the beam, the only way to get them out would be to yank on Omi's hands. Otherwise, it was completely impossible to remove the nails without proper equipment. I sure as hell didn't know what that equipment was. . . so I guess. . . actually I didn't want to think about it. He would actually have to pass the head of the nail through Omi's hand. My stomach twisted into a knot and its countenance crawled up my throat, never spilling out. It was just enough to leave an uncomfortable felling and a sour taste. I swallowed hard.
Raven eyed Omi as the boy shivered uncontrollably, seemingly uncomprehending. The camera moved in on the lying form of my blond companion as he breathed loudly, his breaths whistling as though his airway was obstructed. His blue eyes were haunted and lost, fearful and drowning. I'd always liked to compare Omi's eyes to the most perfect waters of the sea. Now, it was strange to attempt to visualize the sea as drowning. His eyes pooled with tears and I wanted to pass right through the television screen and wipe the clear pearls from his cheeks. I wanted to comfort him. But this wasn't a cheap science-fiction movie, this was life and in the real world, people can't travel from one screen to another.
"But first, I might as well enjoy myself."
Raven bent down anew and reached in for a second kiss. Omittchi shook his head, signaling that he did not want this, gesturing his disapproval silently yet with the entire intensity of meaningfulness. I just couldn't look anymore. I. . . as much as I wanted to, as much as it enraged me and kept me on the edge, I just couldn't watch it anymore. I turned my head away, tilting it down and closing my eyes, resting my chin on one of my collarbones.
Just then, I heard a scream interrupt the awkward silence: a scream that seemed more enraged then painful. I turned back to the television only to see Raven standing two feet away from Omi's prone form, his right hand covering his mouth.
"You inconsiderate fool" he vociferated, his voice loud and clear. His visage took on a mask of tyranny and he growled his discontentment. His hands balled into fists and clenched, his knuckles turning white from the too great amount of pressure. A droplet of blood trickled from his lips. I finally guessed that Omi must have had recovered part of his composure or had acted merely upon reflex. He'd bitten the aggressing lips. Little of the foul blood still lingered on his cherry lips: a drop of venom poisoning perfection.
Raven rushed forward, hands open and ready to grasp Omi's neck and squeeze, just to prove his might and fury. Everything seemed to come to a halt. I raised from me sitting position, prepared to shield the boy, but all this was in vain. I was all useless and I would have to live with. My respiration caught up in my throat.
Seeing Raven's eyes cloud with rage was one thing, but to witness Omi's helplessness was another, one I could not bare to observe. He seemed alone, abandoned. Did he know that we were still looking for him, trying to find clues, desperately wanting him by our side safe and sound? Did he know how much we missed him, how much we cared? He seemed so abandoned and lost.
A few seconds before Raven reached his target, he halted, much to my relief. My stomach finally untied all little and I noticed I could breathe again.
"No, I mustn't" Raven blabbered. "So much to do before that happens."
A weird thought crossed my mind: would Omi be better off dead? Was I simply being a self-centered jerk by wanting Omi to return and forcing upon him so much pain? I wanted to brush off the idea, to lock it behind closed doors and swallow its key, but that was impossible for it kept coming back, nagging and twisting the dagger in the wound, pouring salt over it, no matter how far I'd hide it.
Raven gripped one of Omi's frail wrists with his hand. There was a wicked smile that played on his features and I just couldn't guess what was going through his perverse mind.
"So many things. So much to do."
His vacant stare roamed over Omi's smaller body, violating it with the sole yet incessant gaze. His lizardfish tongue slipped out of his mouth, meandering past his lips, licking to and fro, wiping away the small beads of blood that had dribbled forth from the slight incise.
A single tear poured out of the young boy's eyes.
His hand still firmly gripping the wrist, he gave it a harsh pull and then another. I didn't catch on to what he was doing until a few seconds later. All I could see. . . all I could think about was Omi's twisting and turning on the cross. He couldn't move very much, but his face alone was enough to describe the torture brought on by the yanking. His eyes were closed tightly, wrinkles forming all around them. His mouth was wide open and I could clearly make out every one of the small pearls that were his teeth. He must have been screaming, but I couldn't hear a thing. I was deaf to all sounds around me except my own labored breathing that seemed to be accelerating as time went by.
Another tug, another tear fell forth, winding down his reddened cheek at a leisurely pace. Gaining control over myself, I turned to look at Aya. He still stood in the corner of the room, his position remaining unchanged. Even his facial expression didn't seem to have stirred. Talk about a paranoid android.
I turned back to the television. Some of the sounds were finally getting to me and I couldn't stand it. I heard Omi's desperate screams as they filled the room. I wanted to reach for the remote control and put everything on mute or pause -give myself a break, for pity's sake!- but my arms just wouldn't cooperate. It seemed to me like their weight had tripled in the last minutes. I couldn't even get myself to stand up. I was glued to the spot by some sort of invisible force that pressed me down. The overwhelming force of grief halting one's every single movement had overcome me, claiming my body as its newly acquired shell.
Raven bent down and spoke in Omi's ear, whispering yet strangely I could make out every word:
"J'ai entendu leurs cris
Et sur la tête de chacun
J'ai écrit mon nom.
Ils sont libres maintenant,
Ils sont à moi."[1]
French? Who the hell chants in French. That soon-to-be extinct language was one for nobles, for the French.
He wrenched against the arm again and the nail gave way, its head passing completely through the hand. An instant yell followed. I could hear the hurt, the fright, the distress, but Raven just couldn't stop there. He just couldn't of course.
"Je n'ai pas perdu la tête,
Mais j'ai perdu ma folie.
Je me suis tourné vers le Seigneur
Et je ne le regrette pas :
Il a comblé tous mes désirs.
J'ai perdu toute ma folie
Et, au lieu d'être nu,
J'étais revêtu du Seigneur." [2]
Raven dived in and licked the blood off the wound. It spilled everywhere, crawling down Omi's arm as he cried and bawled. He drank in the palm of the blond boy's hand as would a dehydrated man when finding a source, ecstasy overcoming him whole.
"J'ai reçu le Seigneur
La lumière pour mes yeux,
J'ai goûté sa rosée
Et senti son parfum.
Je suis parti avec lui.
Quelle découverte merveilleuse;
Quelle richesse, quel amour.
Je ne saurais les décrire.
Je suis tombé à genoux
Et j'ai dit : 'Merci, mon Dieu, merci'." [3]
I can't believe it! I don't understand a single word of French and I was able to remember all that was said that day. I remember clearly every single word he uttered.
By now, Raven was crawling on all fours, praying with both knees on the ground stained with blood and holding Omi's hand in his. He smiled to the sky -the ceiling actually- and yelled his sayings, hands joined over his head.
He dropped Omi's lifeless hand, giving it a final lick as it hanged loosely on the side of the beam and moved on to the other one. He could never be content with just one. Hadn't Omi suffered enough?
"Passer une heure avec toi,
Une heure d'amour,
Est plus important pour moi
Que l'ensemble des jours
Et la totalité des années.
Ouvre les sources,
Fais couler le lait,
Gave-nous de ton miel, Seigneur." [4]
He yanked on the hand, once, twice, thrice, as many times as he could, the same faith that had been given to the other. He pulled harder every time and Omi's face contorted, deforming itself.
With a forceful tug, the hand was released. A sharp yell probed into my mind. Omi was hurting. He was suffering. Just thinking about it made me sick. He had two freakin' gapping holes in the middles of his hands. Would the blood ever stop from flowing?
"Pour le Seigneur, le sacrifice
c'est la vérité et le justice"
Behind me, Aya made a surprising comment:
"For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice."
I turned to glare at him in the eye. What did he just say? Did that mean he agreed with this psycho guy who wanted to hand over Omi as a sacrifice?
"Aya?"
Aya lifted his head. I was shocked when I noticed that tears were forming in his eyes. Nothing drastic, of course, and they never passed the edge of his eyes, but still. You cannot mix up Aya and tears together, that just doesn't work. My android theory was slowly going down the drain.
"That's what he said" Aya exclaimed, his eyes meeting mine. "For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice"
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Author's note: Well, hell. . . o there! Has been a while hasn't it. More Omi torture for my lovable reviewers. I've reached 100 reviews. I'm even a little past that. I can't believe it, but it's true. With 11 chapters, 104 reviews I think. I really to get to hear more from you people.
About the little French phrases, poems. . . whatever, they're actually prayers I took from a catholic prayer book. I've been doing some researching. You'll find that some of them could even been considered very sexual, all depending on which way you interpret them. Here are the translations -please understand that these are approximate translations because I'm no translator and I don't pretend to be either:
[1] "I heard their screams,
And on their heads
I wrote my name.
Now they are free,
They are mine."
[2] "I did not loose my head,
But I lost my insanity.
I turned to the Lord,
And I do not regret it:
He fulfilled all my desires.
I lost all my insanity
And, instead of being naked,
I am dressed with the Lord."
[3] "I received the Lord
Light for my eyes,
I tasted His dew
And smelled His perfume.
I followed Him.
What marvelous discoveries;
What riches, what love.
I could not describe them.
I fell on my knees
And said: 'Thank you, Lord, thank you'."
[4] "To pass an hour with You,
An hour of love,
Is more important to me
Then all the days reunited
And the years also.
Open the sources,
Let the milk flow,
Fill us with Your honey."
That's about it for that. The last one was explained by Aya, so I don't think I need to repeat it here. Now, you can see how obsessed Raven is, ne? Oh well. . .
The tape isn't finished yet. The next chapter should be it's continuation. You'll see, of course, when it comes.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this one. }:) Don't forget to review!
Reviewers:
Riisha: You had me scared there for a moment: I thought you didn't like the chapter. I'm relieved you did. Well, there you have it. Your wonderful blond-bishounen torture. Yep, I's a sadistic freak that loves to torture her favorite character. That's what happens when I'm home and sick and drugged with too much Advil. Very weird results, ne? Raven's being his usual. . . whatever he is and I'm still loving him. The thing I love about him is that I can make his do whatever I want and nobody can tell me it's impossible for someone to be doing that. Raven can do anything, but I think you already get that picture, right?
Well, hope you finally got to read your 'hostage' hentai chapter and I hope to hear more from you. Ja ne!
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Amy: The tape has been revealed. Most of the loose ends will get tied up in the end. You'll see. It wont be very long. I give this story a few more chapters. Four at the max, I think. Haven't talked to you in a while. How are you going? I'm fine! Sick for the day, but fine. Well, gotta get those reviews done so that I can post the chapter. I hope to get to talk to you on msn. Until then, Ja ne. . .
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Anime Cat : After multiple attempts, I've kept most of my hair on my head. Well, whatcha think about the chapter. It's a little sadistic, that I'll admit, but the torture isn't done yet. This chapter was getting long enough and so I decided to post it even if the whole tape scene isn't finished yet. Too bad. Hope you still enjoyed it! Tell me about it please. }:)
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Kakarots-Frying-Pan: No apologies needed, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm the one who's review-addicted. _; Well, at least I admit it, ne? I can't believe you print out my chapters when you can't read them. You shouldn't read whilst in the classroom, uh huh. . . that's bad for your school work and your grades. What can I say, I write this during class. Yup, history and math are two very boring classes. Oh well! Hope you review again.
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Jacques: Sowy, this took more time than I thought it would. I'm glad I had you wondering in that last chapter with Omi and Ken. That would have been a very sucky ending, ne? Omi just comes back home. . . weird, ya! Well, hope you liked the chapter and don't forget to review again. Thanks a lot. ^___^
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Blade6: Should I write the 6 or not. Oh well, who the hell cares anyways. I'm glad you liked it. A lot of things going on at the same time. That's why I've changed the romance for mystery in the classification. Yup, now I'm writing a mystery fic. Hope you liked the chapter. Nothing but Omi physical torture and Ken psychological torture. We all love that, don't we? Please keep reviewing.
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Kara Angita: There you go! Another chapter by me! Joy joy joy! Hope you like it and hope to hear about it. Keep reviewing and the chapter'll keep coming, even though they take about a month to be finished up ^_^; Thankies!
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Yami Kitsune: Well, you seem very much into little ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ peoples. That surely brightened my day. Hope this chapter brightened yours even though it's kinda sadistic. Doesn't matter, right? Enjoy! Keep reviewing!
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carrothien: so you were left hanging on the brother thing, huh? Betcha most people forgot about that one already. I'd almost forgotten about it abut it's not very important while writing a torture scene, right? Hadn't heard about you in a while. I hope you keep reviewing. Thanks for telling my that you couldn't think of anything that would make this story better. Makes my days bright and sunny -even though it's raining outside. Keep up the reviews. Thanks.
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Vanessa S. Quest: Thanks for the citrus thing. I wasn't sure after all. I'll hafta think about changing that. Perhaps once this story is completed and I finally decide to re-edit it. Yup, I'll hafta get that checked out. Well, I'm glad you liked the chapter even though it was pretty predictable. How was this one? Hope you liked it. Keep up the reviews. Thanks a lot!
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Princess Ikumi-chan: After receiving your first review, I never thought you'd actually come back to write another one, but you DID! Cool! I have to agree with you on one point you made in your reviews: Yup, Omi is awesome! ! ! He's the best! Hope I get to hear more from you. Thanks!
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mindmelda: *Runs off* "PINK UPDATE STICK! ! ! Run people run!"
Those things are dangerous, especially when they're pink. I even had nightmares about those things. Alright, I am known to exaggerate a little once in a while, but still. . . they're pretty scary. Am I excused for taking so much time. My dog didn't die, but I had homework. Please don't hurt me 'cuz I swear I'm innocent. Have to keep my grades up or mommy'll chop the internet access. *Blinks twice* Well, at least now the chapter's out, right? Better now than never. -_-; Hope you review again. Thanks.
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plutonian kk: Wicked, huh? Well, what's this one? Gruesome? Promises of extreme pain? Well, it's not done yet. The next chapter'll be the continuation of this tape, so. . . more torture ahead. YEAH! Be happy! Hope you reviews again. Thanks a lot!
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Kasra : Almost didn't get your review in time, huh? It's weird to think of some people as working, because I'm mostly doing homework and that's about all -work wise I mean. Well, at least you seem to be seeing the bright side of things, ne? I can't really tell you if the use of the 'virgin' stuffy was deliberate or not because it did cross my mind as I was writing, but I kinda forgot about it later on. I'm glad you still like Ken's sense of humor and all the rest he is -though I do have to admit, he needs a bang behind the head. Well, gotta get this chapter posted on ff.net, hope you enjoyed and thanks for taking the time to review.
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Last message from little me: I forgot to mention that you might want to check out an other story I'm co-writing with Little Wingz. She's new here -on ff.net that is. I'm introducing her to anime. The story isn't Weiss it's YYH. If your interested in Hiei/Kurama and Hiei torture as well as Kurama torture. . . well give it a shot. The first chapter isn't totally completed yet, but it should be soon. I must first of all say that the story will contain a lot of lemons, so. . . beware. Give it a shot, if you fell like it. I don't know exactly when it'll be up, but I'll keep you guys notified.
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Title: When Blood Soils One's Hands
Author: Black Mirror (stone_devil_666@hotmail.com)
Pairings : Just wait and see! I'm not gonna spoil the fun.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, teenagers from a certain school start missing, love is refused. welcome to Weiss!
Type: Angst and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: YAOI!!! Partial child-rape, blood, murder. All those lovely things we like. Don't say I haven't warned you! Oh! And there might be bad language. Yes, I've made Ken swear. }:p Oh, Raven is mine and I would beg you not to steal him. If you like him enough to steal him, I'll let you borrow him. I also add that some of the torture will be referring to the catholic religion. I hope no one sees that as an inconvenience. Now, stop reading this and stroll down to the fic. }:)
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When Blood Soils One's Hands
Chapter XII
Sin Is the Kitten Who Weeps
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// And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive //
Iris / Goo Goo Dolls
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As I bent down to pick up the tape I'd just found lying on the ground in the middle of the hallway, I was debating with myself on whether I should watch it without the others' consent or not. Being the very patient person I was and still am, it soon became clear to me that -even though I thought it would be more 'equitable' to wait for the two other members of Weiss- I would not be able to stand the time delay. With this tape, we could discover new paths, new clues. We could also discover that they'd finally killed Omi and gone to another victim, but that was highly unlikely because Raven said he'd call us. Why would he call us after killing him? Then again, Raven was Raven and though I hadn't been totally acquainted with him yet, I guess his mind was twisted enough to do about anything.
You rarely find people with a mind this disorganized. It sometimes makes me ponder on what could have happened to make him that way. Was he always like this? Was he born with this hatred of life and with a weird, dreamy goddess implanted in his brain? Or was it all caused by a childhood trauma?
Though we can all presume he is completely nuts, we have to give him credit for one thing: he's a genius. To be able to defy Weiss and leave us in the utter darkness of the infamous 'I-don't-know-what-the-hell-we're-gonna-do' world, you have to have planed this months and months in advance. I'm not trying to praise Weiss in claiming that it is hard to get pass us, I am stating facts. Without publicly declaring that we rule the world and that no one can surpass us, it is proper to admit that we aren't amateurs. To be capable of playing around with us as he does is not everyone's virtue. In fact, it is mostly improbable. Let us not forget that we are also backed up by Kritiker, a society that has practically never been breached itself. This 'scheme' was planed a long way back. This could not simply be a spur of the moment job.
Now, if you take notion that -as this one- every kidnapping must be planed in advance, that suggests that the victims are also chosen in advance. In other words, if we ever catch a member of this sadistic clan, we can force some information out of him: who's the next victim on the list? That is, if ever there is a list, of course.
Grabbing a pen, I wrote this newly discovered information on my hand , assuring myself that I would not forget it. Clues come and go in my mind as they please. I'd have to tell the guys about this one later. I can already guess Yohji's retort: 'You're only three days late on information. Light years away, baka'. I'd have to prepare a catch up line for that one. Hey, might as well prepare it in advance, right? I just notice that in the expression catch up, if you so happen to stick the two words together, it gives catchup. Get it? Ketchup? Never mind. . . this rambling isn't contagious, don't worry about it. Too much mind blathering sets me way off tracks. Now, where was I? Ah yes. . . get to the next chapter already!
I picked up the tape from the ground and felt my fingers brush against something that did not possess the texture a tape usually does. It was smoother, just like glassed paper. As I turned the tape to see what it was, I found out that my fingers were resting on a band of scotch tape which held in place a small piece of grayish paper -must've gotten dirty when being carried here. In brown and unclear letters, I could read: 'Sin is the kitten who weeps'.
It was only after reading the brief and partially vague sentence that I noticed something: the letters were written in blood. Of course, it had dried and turned brown since then, but I could clearly make it out. Believe me when I say that I've seen enough blood to know what it looks like when it's dry, fresh, under water or spattering through the air.
I felt chills run up and down my spinal cord and I remember rubbing my hands together, trying in vain to warm them up for they had suddenly become ice-cold. You try rubbing your hands together with a tape nestled in them. I ripped off the small piece of paper and placed it on the most renowned coffee table, its writing facing the ceiling above.
With a hesitant index, I turned one the power switch on the VCR and waited for the green light to glow. I then pushed the tape in and waited a few moments before pressing the play button. You have to wait a lot when your VCR's fabrication year was at the least twelve years ago.
Strangely, I heard the television open and I surely had not ordered the action. Surprised and taken aback, I turned and noticed Aya standing behind me with his usual frown.
"Don't bother waking Yohji" he explained. "He's been partying all night long and won't get up until this afternoon, unless you propose yourself to carry him out of his bed."
I couldn't believe what the ice-king had just told me. That idiotic playboy had been partying all night. He could have been researching, getting the shop ready for tomorrow, doing flower arrangements, trying to get some information with Kritiker. . . partying! That just seemed so wrong. We were all working -well, especially me- to find Omi and he was just hanging and having a good time. That selfish prick!
"He's been partying?" I asked, annoyance seeping through my voice.
A simple and brief nod proved that last sentence as being correct. That bigheaded Narcissus. He'd thought only of himself and of his self-image while he very well new that Omi was suffering and vulnerable in the hands of a sadistic criminal. Did that last sentence seem right to you? I mean, how could a person be so blind? I. . . I. . .
I decided to keep all my hatred inside and blast it all out on him when he'd awake.
The tape began.
The only thing we could see was a color that resembled red wine. I wondered if the screen's coloring was wrong, but I could see reflects in the strangely monotonous coloring. They seemed to be moving at a slow rhythm; like rings of water dispersing right after being created. I then recognized the image. It was a puddle a blood: a puddle of rich and liquid -newly shed- blood. I repressed my urge to throw up all over the floor by clasping my mouth shut. Was this really his blood? Was this Omi's?
"How's our little kitten doing?" a raspy voice asked.
With a rapid swirl, the camera backed away from the puddle and we were finally able to view the scene.
Raven lurched forward, moving closer and closer to Omi. The blond bishounen turned his head to the side and replied in an annoyed -though it was more infuriated than annoyed- voice:
"What the hell do you want with me?" he yelled back without looking at his kidnapper. It seemed that, though he had begun to face Raven, he wasn't completely able to be brave and resist him. When I say resist, you must take it as follow: he could not resist answering him. Yes, it was clear by the newly carved marks on Omi's arms and legs, that he'd been forced to endure a certain amount of torture. I wondered how Raven had proceeded, curious and enraged all at once, but it didn't take long until I found out.
"Where is Arosaki's body, boy?" he asked.
I couldn't believe it. He was still using that stupid 'now-I-seem-to-be- fucking-alive' Arosaki dude. He was merely testing Omi and hurting him just to see how long it would take to break him. Somebody just had to beat some sense into this maniac.
Closing his eyes, Omi responded in a clear yet whispered voice:
"I don't know what you're talking about."
A wicked smile played on the black-haired man's lips. For a second, Omi's eyes met his and his expression seemed to somewhat worsen. The mere exchanged look had ignited a fiery flame in his eyes. I flame of lust and madness.
Omi yelled to his face:
"I've told you a thousand times and I'll tell you a thousand more. Now let me go!"
Omi twisted and turned on that god-be-damned cross of his and breathed in sharply as the attempt to free himself jarred his injured hands. A single tear fell down the side of his face as the gash opened and ripped his skin.
"Now now, little boy. You know you must be honest with me. Honesty can be such a savior at times" Raven replied with a sick smile, his voice dripping with sweetness and comprehension. The more he spoke, the more I hated that man.
Taking in ragged breaths, Omi's chest heaved up and down rhythmically. His lips were crackled and bleeding, this probably due to the lack of liquid that flowed in his mouth. They must not have been giving him enough to drink.
"How can I be honest if I have nothing to tell? I'm only your usual teenager" Omi yelled at the other, his raspy voice croaking as would a crow's discordant cry.
The smile left Raven's face only to be replaced by a forced pout. He sighed and turned to Omi to answer his previous question.
"And there I thought you were a very resourceful person."
A slight tremor passed through the blond boy's body as the elder man ran his fingers across the broken skin of his once flawless chest. His index pressed on one of the cuts, trying to penetrate it though the cut was to shallow. As new blood pored out of the wound, Raven brought his finger to his mouth and licked the fresh warm liquid, savoring the taste as one would a very expensive wine.
Something exploded in me. It was a feeling I didn't usually come across. I guessed, for I still was not certain, that it was jealousy.
"Then you are no longer useful to me and I might as well dispose of you."
Terror and fright were clearly visible in the ocean-blue eyes. I tried to fix my mind on thinking that Raven wouldn't kill Omi just like that, without any further. . . development, witchcraft or whatever you can call the idiotic things some of those religious freaks do. The torture-master had also promised to call them. He hadn't exactly promised that Omi would be alive when he'd placed the phone call, but one didn't go without the other, right? Though Raven is known to turn facts around and jumble them up. But I've already explained that. I couldn't seem to get my mind off of it. It was my source of light in the darkened tunnel. It was the exit.
I didn't know what to think. First there was this dream, then this weird feeling followed by the 'I-will-finally-get-to-kill-you' declaration.
I just then realized that I was still standing up. I hadn't even bothered to sit down when the film began. I momentarily detached my gaze from the television screen and saw Aya crouched in the corner of the room, his back, as usual, leaning against the wall. If he doesn't stop doing that, we'll have to add extra support to those poor poor walls. Might need a few new support beams, three or four studs vertically and horizontally I'd say.
I backed away from the screen and seated myself on the couch. There, I would probably be more comfortable if another wave of nausea would hit me. At least I was sure to spare the coffee table.
"But, we'll have to do it nice and slow because with love and passion comes swiftness and with vehemence and desire for blood comes slothfulness."
Was he ever going to make any sense?
He grabbed one of Omi's pierced hands and pressed on the sides of the open wound provoking a few repressed screams from the poor boy who squirmed with pain.
"I want to find pleasure in witnessing you bleed yourself dry."
The sentence repeated itself in my head over and over again becoming some kind of sick mantra. As fucked up as Raven could be, this was the last straw. No one could be this sadomasochist. It was mentally impossible -or so I thought. Who knew it could only get worse?
A cloaked man moved forward and, with a glove-covered hand, placed a dagger in Raven's open hand. His fingers gripped the hilt with such force that his knuckles turned white. He placed the blade against his lips and placed a butterfly kiss on its end, his eyes never leaving Omi's face.
Leisurely, he bent down, his nose brushing Omi's. His callous lips approached, wanting to steal a kiss from the perfect ones beneath them. He placed one of his hand on the top of the cross for support and leaned into the forbidden kiss, digging deep in the smaller boy's throat. My gusts twisted and my vision reddened.
The kiss broke as the blade drew near, threatening the seventeen-year-old's chest with such menaces that he would coward away, fleeing it and trembling with fright.
"Please. . ." he whispered with a certain degree of hesitation appearing in his soft yet raspy voice. "Please, you mustn't-"
Two careless eyes turned to him, staring straight into his own. A sparkle set alight their dark coloring: one that brought ill omen.
"Correct. I mustn't do this. In fact, I should firstly remove you from this cross."
Good news? What was he up to? You must learn to take every precaution with this freak and I'm sure he wouldn't do anything to advantage Omi. I could swear on that.
"Bastard" someone exclaimed with a mere whisper. It didn't come from the television so. . . Aya? Well, it surely wasn't me. Sure as hell in fact.
I turned back to the screen, intent on watching instead of presuming to know everything that would happen, which wasn't the case in the least. I'd never wanted to turn out to be a 'little mystical person' that can see the future in his dreams. So I might as well not start acting like one, right?
"Move out" the black-haired man ordered aloud to the few subjects that had remained in the room along his side.
I then realized the reason that had provoked Aya's outburst -I'm still wondering if you can really call the little insult an outburst. How do you think he'd get the nails out? They were solidly anchored in the wood and hands and since they had not totally pierced through the beam, the only way to get them out would be to yank on Omi's hands. Otherwise, it was completely impossible to remove the nails without proper equipment. I sure as hell didn't know what that equipment was. . . so I guess. . . actually I didn't want to think about it. He would actually have to pass the head of the nail through Omi's hand. My stomach twisted into a knot and its countenance crawled up my throat, never spilling out. It was just enough to leave an uncomfortable felling and a sour taste. I swallowed hard.
Raven eyed Omi as the boy shivered uncontrollably, seemingly uncomprehending. The camera moved in on the lying form of my blond companion as he breathed loudly, his breaths whistling as though his airway was obstructed. His blue eyes were haunted and lost, fearful and drowning. I'd always liked to compare Omi's eyes to the most perfect waters of the sea. Now, it was strange to attempt to visualize the sea as drowning. His eyes pooled with tears and I wanted to pass right through the television screen and wipe the clear pearls from his cheeks. I wanted to comfort him. But this wasn't a cheap science-fiction movie, this was life and in the real world, people can't travel from one screen to another.
"But first, I might as well enjoy myself."
Raven bent down anew and reached in for a second kiss. Omittchi shook his head, signaling that he did not want this, gesturing his disapproval silently yet with the entire intensity of meaningfulness. I just couldn't look anymore. I. . . as much as I wanted to, as much as it enraged me and kept me on the edge, I just couldn't watch it anymore. I turned my head away, tilting it down and closing my eyes, resting my chin on one of my collarbones.
Just then, I heard a scream interrupt the awkward silence: a scream that seemed more enraged then painful. I turned back to the television only to see Raven standing two feet away from Omi's prone form, his right hand covering his mouth.
"You inconsiderate fool" he vociferated, his voice loud and clear. His visage took on a mask of tyranny and he growled his discontentment. His hands balled into fists and clenched, his knuckles turning white from the too great amount of pressure. A droplet of blood trickled from his lips. I finally guessed that Omi must have had recovered part of his composure or had acted merely upon reflex. He'd bitten the aggressing lips. Little of the foul blood still lingered on his cherry lips: a drop of venom poisoning perfection.
Raven rushed forward, hands open and ready to grasp Omi's neck and squeeze, just to prove his might and fury. Everything seemed to come to a halt. I raised from me sitting position, prepared to shield the boy, but all this was in vain. I was all useless and I would have to live with. My respiration caught up in my throat.
Seeing Raven's eyes cloud with rage was one thing, but to witness Omi's helplessness was another, one I could not bare to observe. He seemed alone, abandoned. Did he know that we were still looking for him, trying to find clues, desperately wanting him by our side safe and sound? Did he know how much we missed him, how much we cared? He seemed so abandoned and lost.
A few seconds before Raven reached his target, he halted, much to my relief. My stomach finally untied all little and I noticed I could breathe again.
"No, I mustn't" Raven blabbered. "So much to do before that happens."
A weird thought crossed my mind: would Omi be better off dead? Was I simply being a self-centered jerk by wanting Omi to return and forcing upon him so much pain? I wanted to brush off the idea, to lock it behind closed doors and swallow its key, but that was impossible for it kept coming back, nagging and twisting the dagger in the wound, pouring salt over it, no matter how far I'd hide it.
Raven gripped one of Omi's frail wrists with his hand. There was a wicked smile that played on his features and I just couldn't guess what was going through his perverse mind.
"So many things. So much to do."
His vacant stare roamed over Omi's smaller body, violating it with the sole yet incessant gaze. His lizardfish tongue slipped out of his mouth, meandering past his lips, licking to and fro, wiping away the small beads of blood that had dribbled forth from the slight incise.
A single tear poured out of the young boy's eyes.
His hand still firmly gripping the wrist, he gave it a harsh pull and then another. I didn't catch on to what he was doing until a few seconds later. All I could see. . . all I could think about was Omi's twisting and turning on the cross. He couldn't move very much, but his face alone was enough to describe the torture brought on by the yanking. His eyes were closed tightly, wrinkles forming all around them. His mouth was wide open and I could clearly make out every one of the small pearls that were his teeth. He must have been screaming, but I couldn't hear a thing. I was deaf to all sounds around me except my own labored breathing that seemed to be accelerating as time went by.
Another tug, another tear fell forth, winding down his reddened cheek at a leisurely pace. Gaining control over myself, I turned to look at Aya. He still stood in the corner of the room, his position remaining unchanged. Even his facial expression didn't seem to have stirred. Talk about a paranoid android.
I turned back to the television. Some of the sounds were finally getting to me and I couldn't stand it. I heard Omi's desperate screams as they filled the room. I wanted to reach for the remote control and put everything on mute or pause -give myself a break, for pity's sake!- but my arms just wouldn't cooperate. It seemed to me like their weight had tripled in the last minutes. I couldn't even get myself to stand up. I was glued to the spot by some sort of invisible force that pressed me down. The overwhelming force of grief halting one's every single movement had overcome me, claiming my body as its newly acquired shell.
Raven bent down and spoke in Omi's ear, whispering yet strangely I could make out every word:
"J'ai entendu leurs cris
Et sur la tête de chacun
J'ai écrit mon nom.
Ils sont libres maintenant,
Ils sont à moi."[1]
French? Who the hell chants in French. That soon-to-be extinct language was one for nobles, for the French.
He wrenched against the arm again and the nail gave way, its head passing completely through the hand. An instant yell followed. I could hear the hurt, the fright, the distress, but Raven just couldn't stop there. He just couldn't of course.
"Je n'ai pas perdu la tête,
Mais j'ai perdu ma folie.
Je me suis tourné vers le Seigneur
Et je ne le regrette pas :
Il a comblé tous mes désirs.
J'ai perdu toute ma folie
Et, au lieu d'être nu,
J'étais revêtu du Seigneur." [2]
Raven dived in and licked the blood off the wound. It spilled everywhere, crawling down Omi's arm as he cried and bawled. He drank in the palm of the blond boy's hand as would a dehydrated man when finding a source, ecstasy overcoming him whole.
"J'ai reçu le Seigneur
La lumière pour mes yeux,
J'ai goûté sa rosée
Et senti son parfum.
Je suis parti avec lui.
Quelle découverte merveilleuse;
Quelle richesse, quel amour.
Je ne saurais les décrire.
Je suis tombé à genoux
Et j'ai dit : 'Merci, mon Dieu, merci'." [3]
I can't believe it! I don't understand a single word of French and I was able to remember all that was said that day. I remember clearly every single word he uttered.
By now, Raven was crawling on all fours, praying with both knees on the ground stained with blood and holding Omi's hand in his. He smiled to the sky -the ceiling actually- and yelled his sayings, hands joined over his head.
He dropped Omi's lifeless hand, giving it a final lick as it hanged loosely on the side of the beam and moved on to the other one. He could never be content with just one. Hadn't Omi suffered enough?
"Passer une heure avec toi,
Une heure d'amour,
Est plus important pour moi
Que l'ensemble des jours
Et la totalité des années.
Ouvre les sources,
Fais couler le lait,
Gave-nous de ton miel, Seigneur." [4]
He yanked on the hand, once, twice, thrice, as many times as he could, the same faith that had been given to the other. He pulled harder every time and Omi's face contorted, deforming itself.
With a forceful tug, the hand was released. A sharp yell probed into my mind. Omi was hurting. He was suffering. Just thinking about it made me sick. He had two freakin' gapping holes in the middles of his hands. Would the blood ever stop from flowing?
"Pour le Seigneur, le sacrifice
c'est la vérité et le justice"
Behind me, Aya made a surprising comment:
"For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice."
I turned to glare at him in the eye. What did he just say? Did that mean he agreed with this psycho guy who wanted to hand over Omi as a sacrifice?
"Aya?"
Aya lifted his head. I was shocked when I noticed that tears were forming in his eyes. Nothing drastic, of course, and they never passed the edge of his eyes, but still. You cannot mix up Aya and tears together, that just doesn't work. My android theory was slowly going down the drain.
"That's what he said" Aya exclaimed, his eyes meeting mine. "For the Lord, a sacrifice is truth and justice"
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Author's note: Well, hell. . . o there! Has been a while hasn't it. More Omi torture for my lovable reviewers. I've reached 100 reviews. I'm even a little past that. I can't believe it, but it's true. With 11 chapters, 104 reviews I think. I really to get to hear more from you people.
About the little French phrases, poems. . . whatever, they're actually prayers I took from a catholic prayer book. I've been doing some researching. You'll find that some of them could even been considered very sexual, all depending on which way you interpret them. Here are the translations -please understand that these are approximate translations because I'm no translator and I don't pretend to be either:
[1] "I heard their screams,
And on their heads
I wrote my name.
Now they are free,
They are mine."
[2] "I did not loose my head,
But I lost my insanity.
I turned to the Lord,
And I do not regret it:
He fulfilled all my desires.
I lost all my insanity
And, instead of being naked,
I am dressed with the Lord."
[3] "I received the Lord
Light for my eyes,
I tasted His dew
And smelled His perfume.
I followed Him.
What marvelous discoveries;
What riches, what love.
I could not describe them.
I fell on my knees
And said: 'Thank you, Lord, thank you'."
[4] "To pass an hour with You,
An hour of love,
Is more important to me
Then all the days reunited
And the years also.
Open the sources,
Let the milk flow,
Fill us with Your honey."
That's about it for that. The last one was explained by Aya, so I don't think I need to repeat it here. Now, you can see how obsessed Raven is, ne? Oh well. . .
The tape isn't finished yet. The next chapter should be it's continuation. You'll see, of course, when it comes.
Well, I hope you enjoyed this one. }:) Don't forget to review!
Reviewers:
Riisha: You had me scared there for a moment: I thought you didn't like the chapter. I'm relieved you did. Well, there you have it. Your wonderful blond-bishounen torture. Yep, I's a sadistic freak that loves to torture her favorite character. That's what happens when I'm home and sick and drugged with too much Advil. Very weird results, ne? Raven's being his usual. . . whatever he is and I'm still loving him. The thing I love about him is that I can make his do whatever I want and nobody can tell me it's impossible for someone to be doing that. Raven can do anything, but I think you already get that picture, right?
Well, hope you finally got to read your 'hostage' hentai chapter and I hope to hear more from you. Ja ne!
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Amy: The tape has been revealed. Most of the loose ends will get tied up in the end. You'll see. It wont be very long. I give this story a few more chapters. Four at the max, I think. Haven't talked to you in a while. How are you going? I'm fine! Sick for the day, but fine. Well, gotta get those reviews done so that I can post the chapter. I hope to get to talk to you on msn. Until then, Ja ne. . .
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Anime Cat : After multiple attempts, I've kept most of my hair on my head. Well, whatcha think about the chapter. It's a little sadistic, that I'll admit, but the torture isn't done yet. This chapter was getting long enough and so I decided to post it even if the whole tape scene isn't finished yet. Too bad. Hope you still enjoyed it! Tell me about it please. }:)
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Kakarots-Frying-Pan: No apologies needed, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm the one who's review-addicted. _; Well, at least I admit it, ne? I can't believe you print out my chapters when you can't read them. You shouldn't read whilst in the classroom, uh huh. . . that's bad for your school work and your grades. What can I say, I write this during class. Yup, history and math are two very boring classes. Oh well! Hope you review again.
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Jacques: Sowy, this took more time than I thought it would. I'm glad I had you wondering in that last chapter with Omi and Ken. That would have been a very sucky ending, ne? Omi just comes back home. . . weird, ya! Well, hope you liked the chapter and don't forget to review again. Thanks a lot. ^___^
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Blade6: Should I write the 6 or not. Oh well, who the hell cares anyways. I'm glad you liked it. A lot of things going on at the same time. That's why I've changed the romance for mystery in the classification. Yup, now I'm writing a mystery fic. Hope you liked the chapter. Nothing but Omi physical torture and Ken psychological torture. We all love that, don't we? Please keep reviewing.
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Kara Angita: There you go! Another chapter by me! Joy joy joy! Hope you like it and hope to hear about it. Keep reviewing and the chapter'll keep coming, even though they take about a month to be finished up ^_^; Thankies!
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Yami Kitsune: Well, you seem very much into little ^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^ peoples. That surely brightened my day. Hope this chapter brightened yours even though it's kinda sadistic. Doesn't matter, right? Enjoy! Keep reviewing!
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carrothien: so you were left hanging on the brother thing, huh? Betcha most people forgot about that one already. I'd almost forgotten about it abut it's not very important while writing a torture scene, right? Hadn't heard about you in a while. I hope you keep reviewing. Thanks for telling my that you couldn't think of anything that would make this story better. Makes my days bright and sunny -even though it's raining outside. Keep up the reviews. Thanks.
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Vanessa S. Quest: Thanks for the citrus thing. I wasn't sure after all. I'll hafta think about changing that. Perhaps once this story is completed and I finally decide to re-edit it. Yup, I'll hafta get that checked out. Well, I'm glad you liked the chapter even though it was pretty predictable. How was this one? Hope you liked it. Keep up the reviews. Thanks a lot!
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Princess Ikumi-chan: After receiving your first review, I never thought you'd actually come back to write another one, but you DID! Cool! I have to agree with you on one point you made in your reviews: Yup, Omi is awesome! ! ! He's the best! Hope I get to hear more from you. Thanks!
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mindmelda: *Runs off* "PINK UPDATE STICK! ! ! Run people run!"
Those things are dangerous, especially when they're pink. I even had nightmares about those things. Alright, I am known to exaggerate a little once in a while, but still. . . they're pretty scary. Am I excused for taking so much time. My dog didn't die, but I had homework. Please don't hurt me 'cuz I swear I'm innocent. Have to keep my grades up or mommy'll chop the internet access. *Blinks twice* Well, at least now the chapter's out, right? Better now than never. -_-; Hope you review again. Thanks.
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plutonian kk: Wicked, huh? Well, what's this one? Gruesome? Promises of extreme pain? Well, it's not done yet. The next chapter'll be the continuation of this tape, so. . . more torture ahead. YEAH! Be happy! Hope you reviews again. Thanks a lot!
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Kasra : Almost didn't get your review in time, huh? It's weird to think of some people as working, because I'm mostly doing homework and that's about all -work wise I mean. Well, at least you seem to be seeing the bright side of things, ne? I can't really tell you if the use of the 'virgin' stuffy was deliberate or not because it did cross my mind as I was writing, but I kinda forgot about it later on. I'm glad you still like Ken's sense of humor and all the rest he is -though I do have to admit, he needs a bang behind the head. Well, gotta get this chapter posted on ff.net, hope you enjoyed and thanks for taking the time to review.
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Last message from little me: I forgot to mention that you might want to check out an other story I'm co-writing with Little Wingz. She's new here -on ff.net that is. I'm introducing her to anime. The story isn't Weiss it's YYH. If your interested in Hiei/Kurama and Hiei torture as well as Kurama torture. . . well give it a shot. The first chapter isn't totally completed yet, but it should be soon. I must first of all say that the story will contain a lot of lemons, so. . . beware. Give it a shot, if you fell like it. I don't know exactly when it'll be up, but I'll keep you guys notified.
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