Indiscriminate Happenings
Fandom: xxxHoLiC
Characters/Pairing: Doumeki, Watanuki, Mokona
Prompt:8:8- Heartbroken
Rating: T+
Chapter Genre: I don't actually know how to classify this one...
Summary: Continuation of 'Decay.' As time goes by, the materials become more advanced.
I
He was unaware of the passage of time. Since his body had been altered and strapped to the chair in the windowless basement room there was nothing to indicate how long it had been. He stopped craving food, his body no longer run by the energy it provided, he no longer needed to drink, the risk of him dehydrating until death also removed. The only thing he could do was hum the song the puppet sang when he came into the room to transform a colorful array of creatures into mechanisms like himself, experimenting with various materials. Then the newest additions fought, until only one stood, and the investigation would start anew, branching from the information provided by each trial.
Sometimes a phantom flash of fear would take hold of him, not strong enough to spur him into any type of action but enough to recall a time when he actually had emotions. The fright, of what he couldn't clearly say, would sometimes summon memories from the back of his mind, of looming black clouds with devilish purple eyes and lethal teeth leering down at him, hunger radiating from them. It would also bring a light, pure and relieving, vanishing the monsters his brain created and banishing them to whatever hell they could call their own.
He didn't know why that though made him twitch.
The red-haired being stepped lightly into the room, leading a steel and granite puppy into the call by the strings he seemed so adept at controlling, and cradling a bundle in his other arm. With no other reason to watch other than that there was nothing else to captivate his endless attention, he observed his creator as he gently unfolded the cloth, baring the being within to the only occupants in the room. The gentle song began once more, intriguing his curiosity.
'Make it out of graphite and sapphire, graphite and sapphire, graphite and sapphire, make it out of graphite and sapphire, my fair lady.'
Who was the lady? Watanuki wondered but never verbally inquired; he had tried that when he first arrived and it didn't work. He was either ignored or, when he had flesh, struck across the face to silence him.
A loud sound from the animal on the table drew him away from his pointless thoughts, wide beryl eyes staring at the bunny-esque creature as it jumped off the table and up into the rafters, a loud call echoing through the room. The canine flew after it with a sweep of a hand and a game of catch commenced, one that the puppets were badly losing. The door flew open and an arrow was released from a dark silhouette, bathing the room in the same refreshing glow that whispered safe in his ear. It struck the red-haired puppet, separating the wood that made up its neck and sending its head rolling to the floor. Sand spilled onto the cement, fast at first then slowing to a lazy trickle, the new sight fascinating him. Without warning large hands were on him, unlocking the shackles that held him and pulling him up. Arms engulfed him, holding his cold body close and murmuring unintelligible words against his shoulder, muffled voice dawning a muffled sense of recognition.
He knew the boy -the man- that held him, and he was heartbroken. But still he felt nothing more than a muted sense of emotion.
II
There'll probably be another one, explaining what Doumeki had to go through to get there and saying what happens next. :3
By the way! A reader, foloudron, asked if you all were allowed to suggest prompts and I think it's a wonderful idea! So, I'm going to take 10 suggestions from you all, and they'll be compiled into an eleventh section in IH. For being the one to bring it up, foloudron will get the first prompt, but after that it's first come first serve (unless it's either, A) already been done, or B) on the list). I look forward to your idea's~!
By the way... Am I the only Hetalia fan that thinks that Su-san is eerily similar to Doumeki?!? o.O I don't really know why.... Only Swedish, blond, and with glasses. Maybe it's his blunt monotone type interaction, or the fact that he stated that Finland was his wife... Poor Boy. D