Demon [Drabble]
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chuunin_archiveTitle: Demon
Characters: Yugito, Kakuzu
Words: 679
Summary: The nekomata and Kakuzu.
One
The cat strained against its boundaries woven from Yugito’s own being, scratched at places it should not, longing to burst forth from that valve through which she channeled its power.
Blue fire burned. The last man gave a yelp. Then silence.
The demon hissed, drawing its claws through her thoughts, tearing free pieces of memory that floated in her consciousness before she suppressed them.
Kakuzu stood mere meters from her she could tell. Just then the cat turned, bringing its face close to his, its eyes plate-wide and their depths churning. Again she felt the walls of the demon’s prison tense, knowing that if she would lose the power to keep the thing from pressing just the tiniest bit harder she would tear some vulnerable, hidden part of her like a woman tearing herself giving birth.
She saw her leader through the cat’s eyes as the demon engulfed her, sensing its desire to lash out like it had done when she had first been taken from Cloud. Only this time it would do so arbitrarily and blithe. Not really taking aim, but maybe if the demon was lucky scorching him even if just almost.
In their shared dreams the demon consumed him, hungry to burn up the very power that had defeated it.
She willed the demon back to that place where it was sealed, sensing its intentions.
And maybe it was the nekomata’s doing or her own, but as she pushed the demon back inside that hidden vault, she reached out and it occurred to her that she had rarely done it before – this initiating touch with him.
Her hand made contact with the side of his face in an almost-lover gesture. Something shifted beneath her fingers. Probably some expression ghosting over his features, probably the threat squirming beneath her touch. She knew where the stitches where by heart by now. Something she could recognize him by in the dark, even if the contrast of those small, raised bumps against his skin was still alien after all this time.
One large, dark hand came to rest on her shoulder, then swept a strand of hair that had come loose not really behind her ear, but towards the base of her neck in one open-palmed gesture that was almost a stroke along the side of her head. Something she did not know of if it was meant as reassuring or as anything at all.
She drew in a breath, some shuddering intake of air. The cat, she realized, loved him, desired him in fact with a fast-burning, powerful frenzy that scared her. The demon took pleasure in her anxiety, she knew, was exited as her fear for what it made her feel became one with the dread that overcame her when she was under Kakuzu and on some level realized that he would be strong enough to break if he only wanted.
A warm wave washed over her as she felt the things fur press against that part of her mind where hers and the nekomata’s mingled.
But there were other names the thing muttered just under its host’s breath. Some toneless blabbering in languages she couldn’t even begin to understand.
She saw them all lined up, men and women who had conquered it or failed in doing so, people it had been bound to not unlike it was now to her.
Only then did she meet her leader’s gaze.
Two
Kakuzu woke and felt the cat press itself against his form. Suddenly woman-sized, one of its paws on each side of his chest, its head resting just below his collarbone looking up at him with its strange, tunnel-like eyes.
It snarled, working at his flesh through the fabric of his shirt and pants with its claws, blanketing him with its searing-hot weight.
“You” it purred, drawing out the sound. Then it lay there, almost painful on his body.
He opened his eyes, this time rousing for real. Next to him he felt the girl move, pawing at thin air. All the time her lips moved ceaselessly.
Characters: Yugito, Kakuzu
Words: 679
Summary: The nekomata and Kakuzu.
One
The cat strained against its boundaries woven from Yugito’s own being, scratched at places it should not, longing to burst forth from that valve through which she channeled its power.
Blue fire burned. The last man gave a yelp. Then silence.
The demon hissed, drawing its claws through her thoughts, tearing free pieces of memory that floated in her consciousness before she suppressed them.
Kakuzu stood mere meters from her she could tell. Just then the cat turned, bringing its face close to his, its eyes plate-wide and their depths churning. Again she felt the walls of the demon’s prison tense, knowing that if she would lose the power to keep the thing from pressing just the tiniest bit harder she would tear some vulnerable, hidden part of her like a woman tearing herself giving birth.
She saw her leader through the cat’s eyes as the demon engulfed her, sensing its desire to lash out like it had done when she had first been taken from Cloud. Only this time it would do so arbitrarily and blithe. Not really taking aim, but maybe if the demon was lucky scorching him even if just almost.
In their shared dreams the demon consumed him, hungry to burn up the very power that had defeated it.
She willed the demon back to that place where it was sealed, sensing its intentions.
And maybe it was the nekomata’s doing or her own, but as she pushed the demon back inside that hidden vault, she reached out and it occurred to her that she had rarely done it before – this initiating touch with him.
Her hand made contact with the side of his face in an almost-lover gesture. Something shifted beneath her fingers. Probably some expression ghosting over his features, probably the threat squirming beneath her touch. She knew where the stitches where by heart by now. Something she could recognize him by in the dark, even if the contrast of those small, raised bumps against his skin was still alien after all this time.
One large, dark hand came to rest on her shoulder, then swept a strand of hair that had come loose not really behind her ear, but towards the base of her neck in one open-palmed gesture that was almost a stroke along the side of her head. Something she did not know of if it was meant as reassuring or as anything at all.
She drew in a breath, some shuddering intake of air. The cat, she realized, loved him, desired him in fact with a fast-burning, powerful frenzy that scared her. The demon took pleasure in her anxiety, she knew, was exited as her fear for what it made her feel became one with the dread that overcame her when she was under Kakuzu and on some level realized that he would be strong enough to break if he only wanted.
A warm wave washed over her as she felt the things fur press against that part of her mind where hers and the nekomata’s mingled.
But there were other names the thing muttered just under its host’s breath. Some toneless blabbering in languages she couldn’t even begin to understand.
She saw them all lined up, men and women who had conquered it or failed in doing so, people it had been bound to not unlike it was now to her.
Only then did she meet her leader’s gaze.
Two
Kakuzu woke and felt the cat press itself against his form. Suddenly woman-sized, one of its paws on each side of his chest, its head resting just below his collarbone looking up at him with its strange, tunnel-like eyes.
It snarled, working at his flesh through the fabric of his shirt and pants with its claws, blanketing him with its searing-hot weight.
“You” it purred, drawing out the sound. Then it lay there, almost painful on his body.
He opened his eyes, this time rousing for real. Next to him he felt the girl move, pawing at thin air. All the time her lips moved ceaselessly.
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