The wedding was white, layered in pinks and lavenders upon the setting sun. It was beyond anything else anyone of the village had ever seen. The usual wear was tossed aside for silks and cashmere.
It was slightly chilly, but that did nothing to remove the love that Vorona felt in her heart.
She was so very happy, just beyond all joys. Finally her time had come. She would be the top of the food chain. She would be able to outshine her own family. While she had been hesitant about a becoming a blacksmith's wife, he had a great strength, monstrously great strength that would help her to kill her own family.
They were useless to her. They commanded her to do stupid things. They made her do everything she didn't want. Yet her mother had one thing correctly, she would marry an idiot who would do as she said and was built for power.
Shizuo was a perfect ten in her books.
She walked out of the building and her bridesmaids all cooed over her, eyes watering as they said how adorable she was. She looked like a princess. She looked like a queen. She heard so many compliments, but none satisfied her enough.
She had to hear Shizuo say it. He had to break down and love her as she walked down the aisle.
She walked to the town hall and opened the door, walking in. She watched the crowd go in awe of her. She watched the priest look at her enviously.
Everything was perfect.
She was just so happy.
Her feet glided her down the aisle, she blushed at the attention. She was in love with the town. She was going to be the most idolized of them all. She was going to be the most popular of the women. She was going to be the most loved.
She walked all the way over to the alter and looked over at her soon to be husband. He wasn't looking at her though.
Oh no.
He was going to have to look. She was his goddess now. He was going to have to listen to her. He was going to have to obey like a good little husband.
She tugged on his jacket sleeve and grew furious. No matter what, he didn't look at her.
"Shizuo."
Nothing. He kept almost glaring at the priest. He kept just ignoring her.
It was just pissing her right off.
Oh, no. This was her wedding. He was going to pay freaking attention to her-
"Do you Heiwajima Shizuo, take this woman to be your wedded wife?"
"No."
The whole building paused, staring at him in horror.
"WHAT?" She glared at him, her precious plans and future crumbling to pieces. It was so… so… "HOW DARE YOU!" She hit him with as much strength as she could muster.
He smirked, pushing her off him and heading towards the exit. His brother, whatever the hell his name is, followed him, patting him on the back as if- as if- as if she wasn't even worth his time!
THOSE DAMN BROTHERS!
"GET BACK HERE!" She lifted her skirts and followed after him. Ignoring the smug old coot from the other night. Stupid woman telling him ghost stories. No doubt this was her payback for being an idiot.
Vorona would make the-
"FIRE!"
The building went into chaos. Before Shizuo and his brother could reach the doors, the damn things flew open, giving view to, not a late member of the town, but to…
They looked kind of like men. Grimy, hairy, fish smelling men.
The group rushed in and began to attack the people. The villagers screamed, running for their lives. Shizuo grabbed his brother and the man's wife, Ruri, rushing them to the back. He ducked his head to be hidden in the village chaos.
"Bro-"
"You both have to get out of here!" Shizuo rushed them into the stables and all but threw them onto a horse. "GO!"
"Shizuo-"
"Go!" Shizuo hit the back of the horse, Ruri nodding as she took the reins and rushed them away.
The screams and stink of death increased as Shizuo turned around, rushing back. He roared as he went into the building, grabbing a pew and slamming it into the marauders. He shoved villagers surviving out the windows, doors, anything he could shove them out to get them away.
"Shizuka~"
"Shizuka~"
"The witch~"
The murmurs of the invaders made Shizuo pause a moment as they backed off, what the hell were they talking about?
One, a blond boy with some terrible facial hair grinned, "what say you gents? A nice give back to the oh so kind boss?"
The men snickered, surrounding the blacksmith. Shizuo didn't care, let them try. He was going to kill them all.
"IF ANYONE KILLS THAT MAN, I WILL KILL HIM!" Vorona, of all people, VORONA lunged at him, going to kill him when an object flashed across the room. The blond woman dropped at Shizuo's feet, a knife embedded in her neck.
The crowd shuddered as Shizuo stared down at her.
"Can't have the boss displeased," a particularly grime covered person stepped out of the back and smiled, "after all he is my only friend."
"Shinra…"
"What's he doing here?"
"Didn't the boss kill him?"
"SILENCE!" The man, Shinra, walked forward and stood before Shizuo, taking the glare without even flinching. "Hello there."
Shizuo frowned, "h-hello?"
"I see that you are quite strong. While the men are quite stupid and have been out to sea for ages, please do not hold it too much against us that we went a bit stir crazy in the town."
"You killed the bride."
"Yeah," the man laughed a bit, "well, we probably are going to hell anyway. Might as well do as kidnap the groom."
The needle hit him a moment before he fell to the ground, his body not responding. Suddenly the world started to burn or perhaps it was his body. The group pulled and tugged him away, leading him out of the town, off of the island. He was far too gone to see the boat, to see the sails; he could hardly breathe. He could hardly think. This burning in him. It was just…
He could feel so much, like every single part of his body was set into overdrive. He just wanted to escape. He started to speak, what he was saying he could hardly register.
"I want to leave… never come back… no more… fuck rules…"
A door was opened on the swaying area, he was shoved inside, and the darkness swallowed him. He fell to the floor, feeling the soft, no doubt expensive material under him.
Then something touched him. It threw open a window a moment before shutting it.
"Shizu-chan…"
Shizuo turned towards the voice, eyes widened in attempt to see in the dark. A pair of hands stroked down his back, wrapping themselves around his waist. He felt his hair touched, every cell in his being leaning into the touch.
He wanted this. He needed this.
He pulled the body to him and felt his back hit the floor.
"You could run, but you will never escape… never again…" The voice was dark, growling. It sounded animalistic. It sent Shizuo's heartbeat into overdrive.
He dug his fingers into the rug on the floor, feeling his clothes be shredded from his body. Something clawed down his chest, creating a mixed pain/pleasure.
"Shizu-chan…"
An object touched him, down far too low for his usual comfort. His body convulsed as it went in. He screamed out, trying to buck the thing away from him. Get it out! It pounded into him again and again. He was burning in acid. He was in the flames of his own workplace's fire. He felt like one of his tools, being forged from agony and fire. It was beyond all his imagination.
"Say my name…Shizu-chan… say Izaya…" the voice cooed to him softly. A pair of red eyes glinted in the darkness, just a moment before his mouth was claimed. He felt so weak for once, like he was just a child. The monster dominated over him, it pounded into him, it stole what space of his mouth had never been touched.
And Shizuo couldn't deny it was arousing. It was damn alluring. The thrills and chills of that endless night around him, he screamed the name in his climax, no doubt getting his cum onto the beast thrusting within him. He screamed and he cried out to the red-eyed demon. He clutched the floor, the wood boards creaking under his hands, leaving splinters for the next person to touch them. He fell to the ground as he finished off, he felt so full, he felt the heat leave him. His eyes drooped to a close.
Like his own tools, he had been forged for a new purpose in life.
Whatever it was now, he knew not.
"I...Izaya..."
"Shizu-chan will never escape." Hands, like spider's feet, crawled up his chest, a straggling piece of moonlight filtering in the room, shining upon a jaw of glinting teeth, sharp as a monster's. It moved as the voice came again. "You are home again, there is nothing else left for you. We will make sure of that." A glistening black head of hair shone as the teeth were lost from view, it curled against his chest and Shizuo found himself holding the body close, letting it do as it pleased to him.
He ignored the pain of the bite to his neck, a sick pleasure taking its place.
"There is no one else for you, no woman, no man, no child, nothing." Those red eyes, those carmine eyes glinted in mirth. "Shizu-chan will long for only me, only my touch, my body," hot breath fell upon his face, "will give back my soul. We will play our wonderful little games all over again. For now, rest, the moon is high."
Shizuo shivered as it tried to move away from him, he tried to grab the monster and it chuckled.
"Not just yet, Shizu-chan. When dawn comes…"
With that, Shizuo felt the last of his consciousness leave him, drifting off into a deep slumber.
~.~
A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS!
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