[Arashi] Retribution
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neko_kirin3104Title: Retribution
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiya (Pocky Devil!Nino/Kaibutsukun)
Prompt: mix, growl, health / genre >>> thriller
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Thriller + Crossover
Summary: He’s evil and evil doesn’t forgive.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
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ohmiyawedding 2013 -- 3 Word Drabbles.
Warning: character death
He is a devil, first and foremost.
He may have lent himself to a little human sympathy once in a while, but his deeply embedded urges never lost the darkness that rightfully belongs to his nature.
He stares at the unmoving body of his new friend, at the puddle of blood pooling around it, and feels the angry growl seething in his gut before it even slips pass his lips.
The crimson stains dulling the yellow shirt that used to be as bright as the sun sting his eyes with tears he has vowed never to shed.
The stream of red oozing from the gaping wound on Kaibutsu-kun's head, running down his face to mix with the tears from his lifeless eyes, gives a finality to the now irrevocable truth—
His friend is dead. He has blinked his eyes for a moment and the Prince of Monsters has already gone and done the stupidest thing—
He fists a hand tightly against his chest, at his rapidly darkening heart, as his smoldering glare fixes on the two cowering figures in the corner—children whose fault it was that he has just lost the one creature he has ever allowed to matter in his previously self-centered universe.
He slowly picks himself up from the floor, pulls himself away from his agony. He twitches his lips into a smile, his vengeful intentions clearly flashing through his tear-brimmed eyes.
The girl, her face set in a defiant scowl even as her eyes betray her fear, moves to shield the younger boy with her body, spreading out her arms like they can do much of anything.
The boy gasps and holds tightly onto the arm barely blocking him, telling his onee-chan to move away.
Devil Nino cackles, a mocking sound that causes the human children to visibly shiver.
Kaibutsu-kun may have willingly died to save their lives, but they’re no friends of his.
“No, please,” the girl starts to beg. “Let Hiroshi go! Please! This is not his fault!”
A flash of memory runs through his mind and he stops in mid-stride, almost missing the boy’s stubborn appeal to let his oneechan go instead.
Devil Nino stares at the girl named Utako and feels his heart break anew.
This human... This girl who owned Kaibutsu-kun’s heart to the very last moment.
This girl whose breath, whose health, whose safety meant everything to his friend.
This girl who killed the only creature he has ever allowed to matter to his heart—
Devil Nino kneels down in front of the sobbing girl, already pale and incoherent from fright. The courageous spirit that Kaibutsu-kun used to talk about in length gone, buried in her own guilt and agony.
He raises his hand and presses it against Utako’s cheek, hard enough to smear Kaibutsu-kun’s blood on her skin. He sees her cringe, sees the sadness in her eyes that will never be erased by time, and lets a triumphant smile tug at his lips.
“Don’t ever forget,” he snarls before fading away into nothingness.
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiya (Pocky Devil!Nino/Kaibutsukun)
Prompt: mix, growl, health / genre >>> thriller
Word Count: 505
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Thriller + Crossover
Summary: He’s evil and evil doesn’t forgive.
Disclaimer: I own nobody. Purely fictional, of course. :3
Note I: written for
ohmiyawedding 2013 -- 3 Word Drabbles.Warning: character death
He is a devil, first and foremost.
He may have lent himself to a little human sympathy once in a while, but his deeply embedded urges never lost the darkness that rightfully belongs to his nature.
He stares at the unmoving body of his new friend, at the puddle of blood pooling around it, and feels the angry growl seething in his gut before it even slips pass his lips.
The crimson stains dulling the yellow shirt that used to be as bright as the sun sting his eyes with tears he has vowed never to shed.
The stream of red oozing from the gaping wound on Kaibutsu-kun's head, running down his face to mix with the tears from his lifeless eyes, gives a finality to the now irrevocable truth—
His friend is dead. He has blinked his eyes for a moment and the Prince of Monsters has already gone and done the stupidest thing—
He fists a hand tightly against his chest, at his rapidly darkening heart, as his smoldering glare fixes on the two cowering figures in the corner—children whose fault it was that he has just lost the one creature he has ever allowed to matter in his previously self-centered universe.
He slowly picks himself up from the floor, pulls himself away from his agony. He twitches his lips into a smile, his vengeful intentions clearly flashing through his tear-brimmed eyes.
The girl, her face set in a defiant scowl even as her eyes betray her fear, moves to shield the younger boy with her body, spreading out her arms like they can do much of anything.
The boy gasps and holds tightly onto the arm barely blocking him, telling his onee-chan to move away.
Devil Nino cackles, a mocking sound that causes the human children to visibly shiver.
Kaibutsu-kun may have willingly died to save their lives, but they’re no friends of his.
“No, please,” the girl starts to beg. “Let Hiroshi go! Please! This is not his fault!”
A flash of memory runs through his mind and he stops in mid-stride, almost missing the boy’s stubborn appeal to let his oneechan go instead.
Devil Nino stares at the girl named Utako and feels his heart break anew.
This human... This girl who owned Kaibutsu-kun’s heart to the very last moment.
This girl whose breath, whose health, whose safety meant everything to his friend.
This girl who killed the only creature he has ever allowed to matter to his heart—
Devil Nino kneels down in front of the sobbing girl, already pale and incoherent from fright. The courageous spirit that Kaibutsu-kun used to talk about in length gone, buried in her own guilt and agony.
He raises his hand and presses it against Utako’s cheek, hard enough to smear Kaibutsu-kun’s blood on her skin. He sees her cringe, sees the sadness in her eyes that will never be erased by time, and lets a triumphant smile tug at his lips.
“Don’t ever forget,” he snarls before fading away into nothingness.
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Date: 2013-08-23 07:06 am (UTC)Even if it's sad...
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Date: 2013-08-31 11:20 pm (UTC)