It had been raining since morning, the rain coming down with a steady, droning persistence. He could hear it as it beat at the parapets above him, thin droplets sliding down the windowpanes and falling below into the darkness. He watched them through half-closed eyelids, scratching idly at his cheek with one thin, curved claw.
He's out there, in that rain. Just standing there like some God damned idiot, and thinking about that damned Rauresu of his. The Asshole.
Zaadei smirked, watching as the drops on the windowpane ran into each other and became one as they leapt into the unknown. They left thin trails behind them on the glass. He stretched out his left hand, the flawless, human one, and ran a finger down the trails they left, tracing them idly as he stared out at nothingness, the eyes of the mind turned inward.
Teteiyusu hadn't said a word as he had gone outside that morning. Lady Zizi had called him a damn fool, gnashing her teeth in frustration as the silver haired demon-angel had simply walked past her without a word. Above them, feet dangling impetuously from his high perch, Zaadei had also gnashed his teeth, listening to Zizi's voice as she cursed at Teteiyusu, the dull thud of her boots as she stormed from the hall, and the slam of the door as the angel had stepped outside.
On his perch, Zaadei had pulled his knees towards his chest, sulking in seething silence as years of imprisonment had taught him. He knew why Teteiyusu was going outside, to play romantic martyr out in the rain. It was that thrice accursed Rauresu. News of him had reached Castle Berk just that morning. He was out there, somewhere, doing some God damned stupid thing or other in his quest to save that Hilda chick Lord Berk kept in his castle.
They can both have each other and fuck in Hell for all I care. As long as...
Zaadei sighed, his hand dropping to his side, eyes turning outwards again as he gazed out into the rain. As long as what? As long as Teteiyusu could be his? He smiled as the thought crossed his mind, a bitter smile, accentuated by sharp fangs and the slitting of felinesque eyes. Teteiyusu could care less if he was alive. He was nothing but a means to an end for him. Summoned, for all he knew, to kill the very Hilda that now lay somewhere below him in the castle, beautiful and asleep in her prison chamber, worrying and fretting for nothing, because her damned Rauresu loved her. If her entire world was crumbling around her right now, the girl at least had that one, foolish hope.
The lucky bitch.
He let his head drop forward, a dull pain climbing up his spine briefly as it hit the windowpane. He welcomed the brief pain. He didn't want to think anymore. It was making his head hurt. It was causing him to experience things he had never thought about during all those long years of imprisonment. He didn't feel much like himself anymore, not here, not alone in this dark room.
Teteiyusu was out there, and that made a difference. A great, frightening difference. He closed his eyes, running his clawed fingers through his hair, reaching towards the back of his neck. It was a soothing action. In the dark, he could make believe it was Teteiyusu, his silvery, beautiful angel of Hell, gazing down at him in wonder and disconcert as he had burst from his imprisonment that day long ago when they had first met. If he would have known what Teteiyusu's reasons were for setting him free, if he only could have foreseen what lay in store for him, he would have shouted out to be imprisoned again. Left alone in peaceful darkness. There were no voices there, no plaguing dreams and visions of lust.
Now all he could see, all he could feel, was Teteiyusu. The faint, jasmine scent of his silver hair, the softness of his skin, slipping beneath his fingers, the feel of his lips, the sound of his voice. They visited him daily, feeding on his subsconcious till his head hurt. He couldn't make them go away. They were a part of him now, throbbing across his body, travelling through his very self.
He bit his lip, tasting blood. His hand stopped its slow caress of his own neck, his eyes rising to look out at the horizon. He didn't have to look for him, he knew were Teteiyusu was standing. He had been looking at him all that while. He was drenched, pale silver hair clinging to ivory white skin. He was naked, fully, gloriously naked, the raindrops trailing down his body with careless, sensuous abandon. Zaadei could feel his heart as it skipped a beat, a painful blush colouring his cheek, his breath lost as pangs of longing and lust filled his body. He was beautiful. Teteiyusu was beautiful.
But you will never love me. You will always be thinking about that Rauresu, who won't, who can't, love you, because he loves only his precious Hilda.
Zaadei smiled, a cruel, muted satisfaction glittering in his eyes. We're both idiots, Teteiyusu. Idiots in love with someone who will never love us. But I can at least have the comfort of knowing that you will always suffer, suffer as I do. He doesn't love you, he doesn't spare one single thought for you. Not a single one...
A strangled sigh escaped his lips, his head sliding down the glass. Those thoughts were only half true. Rauresu was better than Teteiyusu, if only in that. He cared for his angel. Certainly not love, but a something that made him worry and wish for Teteiyusu to be all right, to survive, if perhaps not survive intact. Zaadei did not even have that. Only contempt. He was little more than a foul-mouthed fool for Teteiyusu. Nothing but a foolish, easily bribed puppet.
He cursed, beating at the windowpane in feral frustration. Fuck. Fuck him. And fuck me for fucking falling in love with him.
In one, brusk action, he flung open the window, the rain coming in immediately, beating at his skin as he spread his wings wide. Tiny pebbles scattered downwards as he propelled himself upwards from the window ledge, then dived to catch the precarious, stormy wind currents. The rain beat mercilessly at his face as he flew out towards the place were his angel of Hell now stood.
He gazed down at him briefly, the same, uneasy beats of his heart betraying his lustful, abandoned thoughts. It would be so easy, so simple to just come down beside him and pull him close, pressing his wet, beautiful body against his own. He was lost in his own thoughts of Rauresu, Teteiyusu wouldn't even know who it was. A blush colouring his cheeks, Zaadei stretched out a hand. Teteiyusu's head snapped up.
Rauresu? his lips read, his emerald eyes filled with childish hope. It cut to the bone. Zaadei closed his eyes, hoping to drown out the pain. As he opened them, his habitual grin was back on his lips, his feline eyes glittering with impertinent malice.
"No, you ass, it's me, Zaadei. You've been standing out in this fucking rain long enough. You're gonna catch a cold and stick it to me, and there ain't nothing I hate more than a God'amned cold, understand?
Now
hurry up. I'm not gonna wait for you all day, you silly angel."
Author's Note
I'm
not sure if it's true, but, as of this date, October 20th, 1997, this fic
is rumoured to be the shortest ever on this page. Heh. It was written some
time along 9.30 PM on the night of October 19th while listening to my new
Leahy album, and (for all you Team Bonet fan fiction regulars), once again,
to Natalie Merchant's Tigerlily. This story is dedicated to a certain little
person, who knows who he is, 'cause the freakin' idiot asked for it. Ha
ha Ha ha.