Story Information
Disclaimer: I don't own Dragon Knights. If I did, why would I be writing fanfiction?
Story Title: Dancing With the Devil
Written By: Minty Fresh Sock (Ginsing)
Beta: aquajogger (Ally). And in thanks, I gave you a little Thatchel scene nn
Chapter Title: Argentine Tango.
Focus Paring: This no longer has a definant pairing of R/C, but the plot will be of them meeting and sharing interactions. See author note for more information.
Warnings: A lot of blood, twincest, heavy language (:cough:ThatsandKitchelandnowRathandBierrez:cough:), references to adult themes such as rape
Notes: A large line indicates a large change of scene and/or time, while a simple '---' indicates a quick change of person, time or place.
Thanks to: Ally (aquajogger) and Kat (Lady Dragonnaine) for being friends with me, even though I am faceless to them and they to me (In a metaphorical way), and to my reviewers for taking time to read this story
Chapter's words: 2658
Start Date: 3/15/05
End Date: 4/11/05
Post Date: 4/13/05
Part I
The crisp morning air was still cool and damp from the night before, the leaves crackling underneath Cesia's feet as she walked closer to her new school. Her parents were still in the city, and had said they would come by to visit once or twice a month. They didn't interact much with their children, and as a result, Cesia and Zoma had grown independent of their parental units and relied heavily on themselves.
The school grounds were quiet and deserted, birds that had not yet left for the winter were chirping in the fading trees. Cesia smiled, 'I guess I have a little time to look around.' The school's office was on top of a hill, various walkways all leading toward it. She walked towards it, noting that a light flicked on and a figure was moving around in it now. A handsome head with brown hair pulled back from its face peeked through the window, and smiled at her. He vanished for a moment, and appeared opening the door just as Cesia walked up to it.
"Good morning! You must be the new student, Cesia. I'm the principle of the high school, Mr. Anderson. But all the students call me Ruwalk," he cheerily said as he ushered her in the door and towards what was obviously an office. "I used to work for the police, so don't think about misbehaving on my watch."
Cesia smiled uneasily back while she sat down, "Heh heh…yeah…."
"Okay," Ruwalk shifted through the mounds of paperwork on his desk, "Ah! Here's your class schedule, plus a map of the campus. Only seniors can…"
And so her first day at Rosemark High School had began.
Mid-morning break had started, and Cesia was once again worrying about the article in the paper, 'Why would those freaks be making such a mess in a regular-sized town?' She was absentmindedly heading towards where a large crowd had gathered, jeering and laughing becoming more audible to the girl as she neared.
"Disgusting freaks!
"Unnatural sinners!"
"You should be the next victims!"
Frowning, Cesia began to shoulder and elbow her way to the center of the mob. People didn't pay her any attention, yelling encouragement and taunts. She stopped at the edge of the circle, bemused at the scene before her.
Two boys with tackily dyed hair were slowly walking towards the other two adolescents inside the circle, one laughing easily and showily flexing his tattooed hands, and the other with a cruel smirk on his face. Their prey had their arms wrapped around each other protectively, their like platinum hair mingling in a large amount of waves and straights rods. Cesia gasped, frown deepening. 'Are these people shallow enough to hassle lesbians?'
She took a step forward, into the clear circle. Immediately the crowd became silent, except for whispers of, "New girl?", and the two boys turned to look for the reason why they were no longer being given attention. "What are you doing?" One asked, bright-red head tilting to the side.
"You shouldn't be bullying them for their sexual preference. Just because two girls fall in love doesn't mean it's unnatural," Cesia said resolutely, spreading jean-clad legs apart and crossing her arms over her bust. Silence greeted her remark.
Finally, a snicker could be heard. The other one of the guys in the circle had covered his mouth with a vein-tattooed hand. Cesia directed her fiery gaze at him. The boy looked up at her with green eyes, and the snickers turned into outright guffaws, "Rune!...She…she thought…you. FREAKS! were lesbians!"
His partner in crime looked disdainfully down at the sea-foam green hair; the other boy was now bent in double with laughter, "Apparently you do not know. These two are twins. Brother and sister."
Cesia was taken aback in surprise for a moment. She glanced over at the two blondes who were still quiet, and they met her curious glance with defiant stares. She looked back at the two boys, "So? What gives you the right to call them unnatural?"
Immediately, the laughter stopped. The young man with the sea-foam green hair stood up, glaring at the girl with the badly dyed bangs who dared question him, "I give me that right."
"Clever."
He snarled a warning, threateningly cracking his knuckles, "You wanna fight, girly?"
Cesia growled an answer, preparing for a fight.
'No!'
Shocked, she looked around, and her eyes met with blue ones of the wavy haired girl, which were imploring her. 'Please don't, we can take care of ourselves!'
But it was too late. She heard running footsteps, and was hit soundly in the breast by Tattoo-Kid.
Part II
"Why didn't you wait her out?" said a man irritably, lounging in a plastic kitchen chair and glaring at his partner. "Now we have a fucking witness." He was dressed casually, with soft cotton pants and a matching top with a draw-string hood. Oddly, the man had two locks of hair from in front of his ears reaching to his torso, and his yellow hair was accented by orange bangs. The man's green eyes shone with irritation; his companion was still paying attention to his book and offhandedly sucking at a red plastic pack, "You could at least take responsibility for your actions, Rath!"
His companion finally acknowledged the other's presence with a glare, and tossed the book aside, but continued to suck at the pack until it was no longer filled. Rath's hair was short-cropped and black. He was wearing dark clothes, and his purple eyes mirrored the irritation of the other man's. Finally, he finished liquid in the plastic and spoke, "Don't get your codpiece in a bind, Bierrez. I'll take care of her. She's just a little girl, and the only thing holding me back was that old spell on the place she ran to."
The two stared at each other across the shoddy table for some minutes, the second hand of the clock ticking loudly in their delicate ears. Finally, Bierrez sat back with a sigh, closed his eyes in defeat, 'Why do I listen to him?' He got up and proceeded to the fridge, where the only thing stored in it were the same packs of red liquid. The blood was cold, nothing they could do would heat it up, and tasted of plastic, but it was still food. "You know," the man began with closed eyes, "A new witch came into town yesterday. Much more powerful then those other two annoying ones. And I think she's a hunter."
Rath sat forward in excitement, black hair brushing across purple eyes, "A witch-hunter? Do you know how strong she is?" he asked eagerly, claws digging into the soft table, eyes beginning to lose their blue in the thought of a hunt.
His companion shrugged casually, "You know I don't pay attention to stuff like that. You're the only one insane enough to go looking for the pests," Bierrez opened lids halfway, unable to keep a smirk from his lips, "But I hear she's pretty easy on the eyes, if you know what I mean."
The black-haired man glared at the other through deep amethyst eyes, and sat back with his arms crossed over his chest, "Well, I don't care if she's a hag or a busty blonde, I'm hunting her. Tonight. It's been ages since I had witch-blood that wasn't poisonous."
Part III
The police station wasn't like it is on the TV shows: the desks were rather neat, and officers were trying to be a quiet as possible, although the combined whispers of the room full of people sounded like a storm of bees. The office smelled of new paint, because it had just been built to house the now large amount of officials needed for homicide. Desks were impeccably neat, and each cup of coffee sat on a coaster. The lights needed working on though: one over the desk of the new cop was blinking sporadically.
The uncommon, blessed silence was quickly destroyed as the doors burst open with the constant, ceremonial loudness. An officer strode in, sending people working at the desks in a flurry as they all tried to appear busy to keep away the 'evil eye'.
"Alright, my chickadees!" Thats shouted, grinning madly as he strode by the desks, to stop in the middle of a room, "Currently, we have over one hundred murders, with little to no evidence! We were lucky with this one, these bastards were careless and maybe left us with some hair! Why are you all so quiet? Should I be giving you more work? I want to see movement and hear shouting! Make sure all pieces of evidence go to the laboratory and follow up on any leads! The state is on my ass, expecting this to be solved in a week! They know we can't do it that fast, but we can show those uptight bastards by being quick about it!"
Whispered conversations now became shouting contests and people were desperately calling various labs about DNA analyzing and the autopsy of the bodies. Thats grinned proudly and began to march towards his office, thinking, 'Ah, I can order up some food! Wonderful food!'
Then Rookie Cop, er…Nohiro came up to him, smiling nervously at his captain, who was grinning even more like a madman.
"Um, sir," he stammered, unnerved as the insane smile turned towards him, "The first of the DNA analyses have come in. They are…interesting."
The smile dropped a little bit, and Thats beckoned him to his office, where Kitchel was waiting impatiently with her usual tote bag. As soon as the door quietly shut on greased hinges, he sagged down into the chair, arms and legs dangling off at odd angles. "So, what's this you wanted to tell me?" Was the weary question directed towards Nohiro.
He smiled in reply, warming up to the enigmatic man, "It isn't human."
Thats, head of what had once been the relatively quiet department of homicide, threw up his hands, "So why don't we call in animal control and give me a break!"
"Because there were human characteristics," Nohiro stated, unaware that he was throwing his over-stressed and under-fed captain over the edge.
"So, we have a mutant on our hands? A biological weapon from terrorist countries? A vampire? A fucking werewolf!"
Thats' outburst was met with a sound thump on the head from the previously ignored Kitchel, "Stop that! Just because you haven't had food for a day doesn't mean you can go screaming your head off!" She turned towards Nohiro, fingers punishingly pinching the other man's ear between them like he was a misbehaving boy, "Now, would you mind going out, calming down those people, and ordering a three-person dinner from the Chinese restaurant?"
The young man nodded, smiling, relieved to have something to do and to be able to get out of the office. When he was gone, Kitchel turned towards Thats, releasing his ear. She looked at him, sighed, and pulled up a chair on the opposite side of the table.
"You aren't just hungry, what happened?"
Thats sighed, burying his head in his hands, "I just came back from the main HQ. The girl is gone, vanished. Our only witness was taken from right under our noses! And she was a little girl!"
Kitchel noticed a dark stain appear on the wood of the table, just below her captain's head. She suddenly felt uncomfortable, and thought about leaving, but duty wouldn't allow it. Hesitating, she got up and crossed to the other side of the table where Thats had not moved. "Um…it's…"
'No. It isn't all right,' Kitchel let out a breath, and put a careful arm around the man's shoulders. He didn't flinch away, but he didn't lean into her, so she just relaxed, keeping her awkward position.
Part IV
Rath lay sprawled on a couch, bored out of his mind and flipping through the channels without even looking at them. Even on the cool autumn day, he only wore boxers, gray-pinstriped ones that clashed with the convenient crimson of the furniture he was laying on.
Bierrez scowled, wiping his bloody hands on a dish-rag, "Why don't you clean up after your meals? It smells like a fucking rotten meat-market."
"Quit jour bitchin'. I'll clean up later. Go jack-off or whateva ya do," Rath lazily said, not bothering to look up from the TV. The other man 'hmpf'-ed and threw his rag on the broken body that had been carelessly thrown behind the couch.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Ring.
The doorbell. He groaned as he pushed his body off the couch and absentmindedly scratched at his hair before dragging his sorry ass to the door. Clad only in his underwear, Rath opened the door to the bright sun and his visitor, "Whassit?"
A single eye regarded him skeptically before shoving past. His skin was the color of mocha, and his hair periwinkle. Without turning around, the man stated in monotone, "You two really should clean up after yourselves."
Purple eyes narrowed at the pristine white shirt, "Great. First Bierrez, then you. Don't come here if you don't like it, Gil," Rath snarled, the effects of feeding beginning to wear off.
Gil turned his head, regarding the boxer-clad man with his single eye before replying, "Your place is always like this. I mean when you hunt. You left behind evidence, even a witness."
"Get off my back! I am taking care of it! And what are they going to do about evidence, say that batman is real?"
The cat-tempered man turned around, snarling, "You now have a high-class hunter on your tail! At least don't kill the people and allow yourselves food for later!"
Rath charged up to his guest, inches away from his nose now, "I'm taking care of her tonight! I will get the witness! Now fuck off!"
"'Her'?" Gil questioned, confused now, "I'm talking about a guy from VAMP."
"…The fuck?" Now Rath was confused now, bewildered even. A guy from…? "Who the hell came up with that retarded acronym?"
Part V
"So…"
Cesia shifted uncomfortably, wincing as a chunk of ice hit a particularly sore sport on her eye, "Sorry about that…"
Tintlet smiled cheerily, "It's alright. It was nice to have someone stand up for us." She sported only a torn lip, the blood currently dripping down her chin onto a pristine white blouse.
"Yah," the elfin-looking girl's lover said from his position next to her, "Wat Sabel an Faveta arwez boser oos, o tsair wus o eed (1)." Cesia looked at him a moment in confusion, processing the words for a moment before understanding.
"Ah…" she looked up at him, idly licking blood off her lip in discomfort, adjusting the ice-pack again over her black eye, "…You know," Cesia said, lifting up a hand in the direction of the boy's broken nose, "I could fix that for you…"
Rune jumped back, his hand which had previously been holding Tintlet's joining the other in covering up what he could of the bloody mess, "O! Ey oold uqeck obkin (2)!"
Tintlet giggled, gently taking his hands off his face and placing them in his lap before kissing him lightly on the temple, leaving a bloody lip-print. "We'll take care of it afterward, but I think they are about to call you in, Cesia," she said, pointing at the office door labeled 'The Principal's Office' from which shadowed silhouettes were now moving. Disgruntled adults bustled out of the room. A woman with bleach-blonde hair and too much make-up disdainfully looked down at Cesia and gave an unsatisfied sniff, before hurrying out with her husband.
"Prick…" Muttered the girl as she got up, stepping towards an open door with Ruwalk waiting silently just inside.
Translation:
(1) But Sabel and Fedelta always bother us, so there was no need.
(2) No! They would suspect something!
Author's Corner
Rambles:
Thats seems really OOC to me in this chapter, but that is how I imagined he would react to a position of command. And he really reminds me, in terms of temperament, of my old Latin teacher, and she was an insane Brit who went around shouting things like Thats did here, and called everyone duckies/children/chickadees. Oo Nohiro will just be randomly showing up to for randomness, he doesn't really have anything to do with the story.
And I have already written the final part of the epilogue of this story, so that means I have to finish it 3 I am already planning out the sequel, which I probably won't do, but it is fun anyway. It would be a mystery…hell, the only reason I am writing this is so I can think about that one. 'Dancing With the Devil' will be more of something for me to use to explore main character personalities in this situation, so that I will have the sequel perfect. The sequel will have the greater plot and romance between Rath and Cesia.
Oh, and sorry for taking a month to update ;; I had this done a while ago, but I was too lazy to get off my ass and edit it then send it to Ally for beta-ing
Beta Comments: I really do like this story. Well, that's probably a good thing, as I beta it. sweatdrop Even if I didn't, though, I'd still like it. It's very cute/intriguing/well done. o So... The point of this note is... Um.. That Ally spent a LONG time trying to figure out what to say here. And that she can't get it right, but that the reviewers just need to jot down and send a brief note. It doesn't take that long. So REVIEW! O
...And Ally-Beta-Girl will luff you. 3
Replies:
Peridot-chan:Eh, this does have some 'alternative' pairings in it (As you know from the twincest). There will be shounen-ai, and maybe shoujo-ai (If I can fit it in). And thank you for the complement, but I feel that I have no mastery of the English language and its use.
ALLY-SAN: I didn't take long with coming out with new chapter…nooooo…
Hououza: Hello, I am glad that you still are paying attention to me. Again, I take your complement with thanks.
RathIlluser-012 Thank you!
