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Chapter Notes: 3 years before canon. Tsurugi is 17, Mika is 23.
The Butler and the Worm
By fieryrondo
2. Angel's Face
She scarcely had time to scream.
Scorpio Worm allowed himself the satisfaction of laughing as he slid his sharp, pointed claws into the writhing flesh of the human female. To his delight, she was perfectly soft and warm.
Not to mention squishy. That was very important.
"Nee-san! Nee-san!"
Noisy brat. Scorpio Worm pulled his claws out of the body, which dropped to the ground with a thump. Scorpio Worm rather liked the visual effect the blood had on his claws—red went well with his silver sheen.
"Nee-san!"
It wouldn't do to keep the brat from screaming. Although the Kamishiro estate was conveniently located in a pocket of countryside isolated from the city, Scorpio did not want to risk the attention of the authorities, especially ZECT. Not that Scorpio Worm couldn't handle them, it was just annoying for his hunts to be interfered.
"Nee-san!" The brat's voice pitched into satisfying whimpers when Scorpio Worm grabbed him by the throat, lifting him high in the air while relishing the brat's choking gasps for air.
Weak and soft, just like the female.
Scorpio Worm felt a few odd thumps on his armored underbelly. Looking down, he felt a flicker of amusement at his prey's feeble attempts at freedom.
Then he rammed a spiked claw deep into the brat's chest. He let gravity do its work as he watched the brat tumble unceremoniously onto the ground by a bed of roses.
Fascinating, even in its death throes, the brat continued to mumble the same word over and over again. His face was gorgeously contorted and Scorpio Worm couldn't help but be drawn to the brat's face.
Its face was...beautiful. Not exactly in the same way the blood on his claws was beautiful or in the delightful way a female's snapped neck hung, limp and twisted, but it was similar. Scorpio tilted his head to one side—what a man he once mimicked often did when he was thinking hard about something-and searched the soup of personalities he had absorbed for the right words.
Haru-chan's so precious, he's got the face of an angel-
"An angel's face," Scorpio Worm said to the dying human boy. For that was why the brat was so soft. Though he was bigger than the children Scorpio Worm had absorbed, undoubtedly he was not full grown.
And will never be full grown unless…
Scorpio wondered what it would be like to wear the face of an angel.
"Mika-sama! Bocchama!" Jiiya dropped the grocery bags he had brought as he took in the scene with horror.
Scorpio Worm beamed beatifically as he took out a silken handkerchief borrowed from its late owner to wipe his bloodstained claws—no, fingers.
"Welcome back, Jiiya."
Next Time: Devil's Smile