dark tsukasa ... b/c I crave and caved
Sep. 1st, 2009 12:52 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaKaitou's harsh panting ricochets around the empty throne room, echoing in his ears. It's late, late enough that everyone in DaiShocker is asleep (or whatever counts as sleep for them) and early enough that no one is yet awake. A draft blows cold air down the steps from the throne, and it chills Katou even more. He shivers. His shirt is useless as a cover up, ripped to shreds and stained bloody. His skin twitches, half formed scabs ripping open when a violent shiver racks Kaitou's body again.
He's cold, and it's not just because of the draft, or the cold press of hard stone under his knees.
"Cold?" Tsukasa trails chilly fingers over the side of his face, and Daiki snaps backwards, hitting his head and back hard against corrugated rock. Stars burst in front of his eyes, but at least Kaitou can be sure he's not dead yet.
A concussion might be forthcoming though, Kaitou was lucky not to get one in the fight against Tsukasa. He should have killed Tsukasa when he had the chance, instead of endlessly hesitating. Kaitou is sure Riderman would feel the same way, if he had a chance. Yuusuke wouldn't, and neither would Natsumi, but all the other riders shivering away in their cells, kept safe and contained by Tsukasa Kadoya would share in Kaitou's sentiments.
"Kaitou." Fingers snap in front of his face and Kaitou focuses on them. He looks up at Tsukasa, who is still wearing a bland mask. "I asked you a question."
"Yes. I'm cold." It's no use denying it. Kaitou's skin prickles with goosebumps, from the cold and Tsukasa's malevolent aura. If Kaitou knew a way to cause amnesia, he would take Tsukasa's memories away and then keep Tsukasa somewhere far away, where he could never regain them. Maybe in one of the world's they had traveled there was a key to such a procedure, but it was not a treasure that Kaitou stole.
Tsukasa kneels on the ground next to him, resists his arms on Kaitou's shoulders and threads fingers into the hair on the back of Kaitou's skull. Kaitou twitches but it is impossible to pull back any farther. "I could warm you up." It would be a corny line if Tsukasa did not look so very serious, the only light in his eyes the dangerous light of madness.
Kaitou can not figure out how Tsukasa managed, how in that last battle he got away and made a break for it. All Kaitou can remember is a splitting headache afterwards, and the sudden reappearance of Asuma and Kiva. Then the other riders reappeared one by one, and their villain counterparts. Then slowly they had faded, back to their own worlds. Kaitou, Yuusuke, Natsumi, and Eijirou had been trapped on the world of the great rider war. Kaitou could have left but he could not bring someone else with him, and Tsukasa had made him promise to take care of the others when he was gone. It should have occurred to Kaitou that 'no body' meant 'no proof'.
Tsukasa was not dead.
"Don't." Kaitou hisses when Tsukasa kisses his cheek. It's hard to stay still, even with Tsukasa's fingers probing at the bloody bruise on the back of his head, Tsukasa's arms weighing down his shoulders. "Get away from me, Tsukasa."
Tsukasa's lips brush Kaitou's ear. "I'm here for you. Be grateful." Then Tsukasa stands, and steps back. He stands two steps away from Kaitou, and deliberately licks the blood off of his fingers in a way he must think is sensual. Kaitou finds it nauseating, but the small part of him that had warmed up to Tsukasa does find it slightly erotic
Kaitou tries to think of sea cucumbers instead.
"Should I leave you here?" Tsukasa asks, wiping off the rest of the blood on his black pants legs. He has ignored the melodramatic flair of his evil minions and continues to dress normally, although darker and with more jewelry than before. No more pink, just black. "Or do you think you can be a good boy, Kaitou, and play by the rules?"
It isn't hard to imagine the 'rules' that Tsukasa is talking about. 'Don't touch that', 'don't do that', 'don't disobey me'.
Kaitou spits at Tsukasa's feet. It's not much, he has barely drunk anything that day, and it's slightly bloody, but it delivers his message.
Tsukasa looks from the spittle to Kaitou's bruised face. "I'll pass through later, Kaitou, remember that." Then Tsukasa is gone, his soft treads fading away and leaving Kaitou alone in the empty throne room, with just the echoes of his words and the harsh rasp of Kaitou's breathing.
He's cold, and it's not just because of the draft, or the cold press of hard stone under his knees.
"Cold?" Tsukasa trails chilly fingers over the side of his face, and Daiki snaps backwards, hitting his head and back hard against corrugated rock. Stars burst in front of his eyes, but at least Kaitou can be sure he's not dead yet.
A concussion might be forthcoming though, Kaitou was lucky not to get one in the fight against Tsukasa. He should have killed Tsukasa when he had the chance, instead of endlessly hesitating. Kaitou is sure Riderman would feel the same way, if he had a chance. Yuusuke wouldn't, and neither would Natsumi, but all the other riders shivering away in their cells, kept safe and contained by Tsukasa Kadoya would share in Kaitou's sentiments.
"Kaitou." Fingers snap in front of his face and Kaitou focuses on them. He looks up at Tsukasa, who is still wearing a bland mask. "I asked you a question."
"Yes. I'm cold." It's no use denying it. Kaitou's skin prickles with goosebumps, from the cold and Tsukasa's malevolent aura. If Kaitou knew a way to cause amnesia, he would take Tsukasa's memories away and then keep Tsukasa somewhere far away, where he could never regain them. Maybe in one of the world's they had traveled there was a key to such a procedure, but it was not a treasure that Kaitou stole.
Tsukasa kneels on the ground next to him, resists his arms on Kaitou's shoulders and threads fingers into the hair on the back of Kaitou's skull. Kaitou twitches but it is impossible to pull back any farther. "I could warm you up." It would be a corny line if Tsukasa did not look so very serious, the only light in his eyes the dangerous light of madness.
Kaitou can not figure out how Tsukasa managed, how in that last battle he got away and made a break for it. All Kaitou can remember is a splitting headache afterwards, and the sudden reappearance of Asuma and Kiva. Then the other riders reappeared one by one, and their villain counterparts. Then slowly they had faded, back to their own worlds. Kaitou, Yuusuke, Natsumi, and Eijirou had been trapped on the world of the great rider war. Kaitou could have left but he could not bring someone else with him, and Tsukasa had made him promise to take care of the others when he was gone. It should have occurred to Kaitou that 'no body' meant 'no proof'.
Tsukasa was not dead.
"Don't." Kaitou hisses when Tsukasa kisses his cheek. It's hard to stay still, even with Tsukasa's fingers probing at the bloody bruise on the back of his head, Tsukasa's arms weighing down his shoulders. "Get away from me, Tsukasa."
Tsukasa's lips brush Kaitou's ear. "I'm here for you. Be grateful." Then Tsukasa stands, and steps back. He stands two steps away from Kaitou, and deliberately licks the blood off of his fingers in a way he must think is sensual. Kaitou finds it nauseating, but the small part of him that had warmed up to Tsukasa does find it slightly erotic
Kaitou tries to think of sea cucumbers instead.
"Should I leave you here?" Tsukasa asks, wiping off the rest of the blood on his black pants legs. He has ignored the melodramatic flair of his evil minions and continues to dress normally, although darker and with more jewelry than before. No more pink, just black. "Or do you think you can be a good boy, Kaitou, and play by the rules?"
It isn't hard to imagine the 'rules' that Tsukasa is talking about. 'Don't touch that', 'don't do that', 'don't disobey me'.
Kaitou spits at Tsukasa's feet. It's not much, he has barely drunk anything that day, and it's slightly bloody, but it delivers his message.
Tsukasa looks from the spittle to Kaitou's bruised face. "I'll pass through later, Kaitou, remember that." Then Tsukasa is gone, his soft treads fading away and leaving Kaitou alone in the empty throne room, with just the echoes of his words and the harsh rasp of Kaitou's breathing.
