by nyance-ler
GURO WARNING SERIOUSLY IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY GENERAL GURO TURN THE BUGGER AROUND
Descending from a great cloud came Mufasasa (how many s is in this I dont fucking).
Taka's eyes widened as he fell to his knees, reaching a lonely hand forward to the person he'd been sure was lost forever.
"Mufasasa…But how?"
Smiling, Mufasasa took his hand, raised his chin to meet his gaze. "Because you always believed in me, Taka."
"Truly?"
"No, it's because Ed's pixie dust managed to allow me to possess it and come back anyways."
"Oh."
"And on that note, I'm not too happy about the whole me being dead bit, either."
"You aren't?"
"No," he finished, gripping the still-fresh wound in Taka's belly by each side and pulling it taut. Taka grunted at the unexpected pain, watching the barely-moon-magically-healed wound beginning to break under the other's grip. He tried to protest, but the only sound he could make was a strangled cry as his skin was pulled thin enough that he could see his insides pulsing beneath it.
Surely the man he'd once known couldn't bring himself to do damage any further.
When he heard his flesh finally give way, he knew this wasn't at all the man he'd once known.
As he attempted to scream at the other to stop, his breath caught short as he felt a tug from within. He winced, closing his eyes shut, not wanting to see what he already knew it was. He felt a hand upon his face, gently soothing it, spreading tears he hadn't known he'd spilled over his cheek.
"Oh, Taka…You're gorgeous like this, you know?"
Opening his eyes, he did his best to plead with the other to stop, whimpering slightly.
Mufasasa pulled and tugged through the other's insides, eventually reaching what he'd been digging for the whole time. Though it somehow seemed dull to Taka, he smiled, slowly and carefully pulling at the base of Taka's spine.
He shuddered, the loss of feeling trailing along his body as the cord was pulled along with the bone and cartilage, the latter of which fell out in pieces as the larger portions were pulled along.
Taka shuddered, again turning his head. It wasn't nearly as painful as he'd imagined this sort of thing would be, though it was still painful in a completely different way. The slow and gradual loss of sensation in what started as only his lower body and spread to his torso was halting, at best. He knew there was a part of him that was terrified by it, but the most of him could only feel and occasionally watch in fascination of it.
Mufasasa smirked, tugging again, though very shortly. He stroked Taka's cheeks, each with one blood-stained hand, leaving the sticky residue on his body and smiling wider as the streaks grew.
"Shhh, Taka," he said, though the other had made no sounds, "it'll all be over soon, don't worry." As he continued, he pulled and pried at the insides of his beloved, slowly placing them back insides as best as he knew how from his experience in butchering pigs. Once it looked about the same, Mufasasa, smiling, began to sew the wound closed.
Taka whimpered against it, again, though it seemed not to be paid any attention. Mufasasa produced a lighter, cauterizing the wound, and then applied a disinfectant.
It was a sign that he still cared at all.
Again, he stroked Taka's face, shooshing him.
"It'll be okay, Taka. It'll be okay."