Fix This Dying Soul

Title: Fix This Dying Soul
Author: Shadow Arashi
Character/Pairing: RhadamanthexKanon
Themes: #12 strength/weakness # 17 desire of conquest # 17 sense of shame (bonus) # 26 wall
Warnings: Angst and a bit of violence/domination in this chapter.
Disclaimer: Me don’t own Saint Seiya or any of the characters used in this story. I only borrow them and give them back in ‘relatively’ good shape. ^^;;




Fix This Dying Soul

- Spoil of War -




Possessive obsessions selfish childish games
Vengeful resentments
Passing all the blame
Living out a life of decadence
Acing without thought of consequence
Spreading all your lies from coast to coast
While spitting on the ones that matter most


+ Second Fix +



He glared hotly at the shaking form lying at his feet, the gaping cut on his fist burning as red droplets fell onto the rich carpet. With a violent kick of his feet he sent the broken pieces of glass flying, achieving to turn into dust what was once a pricey vase.

Some shards managed to hit the real object of his anger, pulling a startled gasp from his slave and a bitter smile from the enraged Wyvern.

Rhadamanthe rubbed his uninjured hand on his forehead, attempting to keep a tight control on his emotions. It would do him no good to go berserk now or he may risk killing his pet in the process. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy though.

He should have expected some kind of fight from the man even after he had made his initial show of dominance. Even after months of training, Kanon still had some fight left in him. It was infuriating and was driving the spectre mad to see the ex saint could still oppose him, even if it was only a token resistance.

From day one Kanon had tried to fight him with what he had, refusing orders, insulting him, even trying to escape once. But as time flown by Rhadamanthe had managed to get under his skin and made the usually proud man fear him. He had succeeded in taming him, exploiting all his weaknesses and stripping him of all his strengths or so he believed.

For a while he had even gotten a bit wary when Kanon suddenly stopped resisting altogether, fearing some suicidal reaction from the man, not unlike his last desperate move during their battle. He had then kept a constant if discreet vigilance on his property, to finally come to the conclusion the ex saint had no will left to pull off something like that.

Obviously he had been mistaken, as this act of defiance was about as close to a death wish than Kanon ever got under the Wyvern’s watchful eyes.

And today has been the last straw. Today Kanon had dared not only to talk back to him and contested his orders, but he had made him bleed. He had hurt him; with a stupid vase. He had thrown the god damned vase at him!!

The sheer audacity of the foolish man was enough to make him see red. But maybe the worse was that he had been fooled. He had thought his pet to be tamed and had been made a fool.

He just could not tolerate it.

"Obviously you still need training Kanon, I was wrong to think you had finally learned your place. But it won’t happen again."

Rhadamanthe said coldly, his tone betraying none of the rage written in his eyes. He had the small satisfaction to see Kanon flinched but putted no attention to it. Just seeing him flinch after this was no where near enough.

"Come here."

He ordered, subtly testing the resistance of his prey. When Kanon made a move backward instead, his expression hardened even more.

"No!"

Rhadamanthe’s eyes narrowed dangerously this time at this blatant disregard of his authority.

"Don’t make me get you Kanon, come here right now or you will pay the consequences."

The blue haired man merely shrink back even more, obviously too shaken to cooperate. Unspoken terror was keeping him glued on the spot. He had learned to fear the spectre from days of humiliations and domination and when under the spell of one of his terror’s fits he just couldn’t react or even defend himself.

He had in a moment of insanity, or maybe the brief last awakening of his wounded soul, lashed out to his owner in a desperate attempt to escape to one more humiliation. But now he was once again like the bird hypnotised by the snake, stripped of strength or will and left weak by months of abuse and beaten in reflexes.

Rhadamanthe let out an exasperated growl at the sight of his panic stricken toy and grabbed a handful of hair. He briskly pulled Kanon to his feet and proceeded to drag him toward the door, leaving small ruby color stains behind him.

The ex Gemini saint didn’t dare resist him, still petrified and knowing better than to aggravate his case. He let himself be dragged like a doll by the spectre, holding back a whimper of pain at the tight grip.

The Wyvern quickly reached the room he was looking for and stopped before a massive door. He pushed it opened with his still bleeding hand effortlessly, refusing to let go of Kanon for even a second. This time he was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget. He would definitely conquer totally the still fiery and rather untamed creature, no matter what.

And he knew just the thing to achieve it.

With the sinister grin Rhadamanthe stepped into the large room, closing the door behind him. This was perfect.

"Look, Kanon."

He whispered darkly, before pushing his slave forward.

Kanon blinked dazedly, coming back from the trance like state he had slip into. He had developed it as a defence mechanism during his ‘training’ to escape his torments and his owner in hope to keep some small measure of sanity.

What he was seeing right now wasn’t making much sense to him though.

The large room was actually a spa, not unlike the one they had in Sanctuary. The mere thought made his heart tighten. He repressed a sob with difficulty at the painful memory and rubbed his chest. He wondered if the memory trip was Rhadamanthe’s torture for him when a strong hand taking a hold of his hair brought him back to the present.

One look into the spectre’s face was enough to chill him to the core and he understood that this was only the beginning.

"Now you will get your punishment. You better hold your breath."

It was all the warning he got before Rhadamanthe threw him head first into the water, following his fall.

That was when panic strike for Kanon, understanding crashing down on him like the water he had been plunged into.

From months of studying his new property the Wyvern had came to learn everything about the ex saint. He wasn’t sure if it was only the desire for revenge or a true obsession but he had made a point to find out all that made the other man react, all the things that made him hurt or brought him pleasure. Sometimes during his methodical analyse he had come to discover his property’s fear of water, due to his captivity in Cap Sounion.

Until now he had never brought it up or actually thought of using it but this time that was exactly what he was doing. He was going to scare his little toy so badly he would never ever thought about defying him again. What he was waiting for happened then, as Kanon started to struggle against him.

The ex saint of Athena fought back like he was possessed, all caution forgotten except from the imperious need to get out of the water. All his being was animated by that single thought, never mind about the rest. He had hoped never to go through this hell again, Rhadamanthe’s previous treatments were nothing compared to this in his eyes.

/He is going to kill me!/

Total terror had washed away everything else from his mind, leaving him terrified with his memories and feeling like he was back into his prison. But no matter how much he struggled he just couldn’t break free. The Wyvern had made sure the long haired man lost all physical strength during his months of captivity, preventing him from doing anything to keep his athletic shape.

Rhadamanthe watched with a perverse interest the reactions of his prisoner, only freeing his captive’s head briefly before plunging him back under the surface again. Watching him struggling against him was a delicious treat in itself. He was savoring this instant; waiting like a vulture for the moment his prey would break, for the moment when he would finally claim a total conquest.

He knew that this would be Kanon’s last attempt at ever rebelling against him. After this, Kanon would be totally his.

The blue haired man’s struggles were growing more erratic and desperate now and Rhadamanthe could even feel his panic through his cosmos. Testing his theory he pulled his head out of the water and waited. He wasn’t disappointed by the terrified and broken voice.

"Oh god just stop it stop it stop it please!"

He knew then that Kanon had reached his breaking point.

The Wyvern let go of his hair after hearing Kanon’s surrender, listening with sickening delight to the short pants and faints sobs.

"Have you learned your lesson now?"

He asked not unkindly though he didn’t really noticed, pushing a lock of hair away from the pale face. One look upon the frail body in his arms told him it was a success.

The fragile body was shaking like a leaf, his eyes wide but glazed over and unseeing. His teeth were chattering from delayed shock while he held on tightly to Rhadamanthe’s shirt like a drowning man holding to a buoy. He had obviously forgotten that this was the man who had previously almost drowned him. Or he was simply in so much need of comfort, starving for a kind human contact that he did not care anymore.

And this was what Rhadamanthe had been waiting for.

"So, have you learned your lesson Kanon?"

He repeated still as kindly. The shuddering of the body pressed against him worsened and Rhadamanthe felt soft panting on his neck. Kanon had dropped his head on his shoulder and was sobbing quietly, unable to face him and still too shaken to do anything but hides, weakened and ashamed.

Delicious.

And suddenly Rhadamanthe was hit by the whole situation, seemingly registering a thousand details at once he had never noticed before. How Kanon’s body was pressed so intimately against him, how his breath tickled his skin, how his form was soft and pliant in his embrace, how he was finally resting against him in total abandon like a trusting child, how the water made his hair and clothes stick to his skin putting an emphasis on his figure…

Another shaking fit caused the slender body to rub against the Wyvern in a sensitive spot, pulling a startled gasp from the spectre. Kanon tensed in his arms immediately, before his pale face glanced at the blond nervously, his eyes flashing with something Rhadamanthe had never seen in those blue orbs before.

It was like a switch had been turned somewhere in his head.

Like this mere sight had made him loose all control and rational thinking.

Without any conscience of what he was doing Rhadamanthe slammed Kanon against the edge of the pool, crushing his mouth against his in a painful kiss. He vaguely felt the body under him struggled for a bit, almost as if everything had been surrounded by a dark fog.

Then came the blackout.

When Rhadamanthe emerged from his trance he had Kanon pinned to the edge of the pool, one hand wrapped around his slender throat and the other taking hold of a hip. The long legs of the ex saint were thrown carelessly out of the way while his own body was settled between them.

The spectre stared in shock and disbelief upon his captive, taking into the flushed but frozen face, terrified but glazed eyes and shivering heated skin. He then glanced at his own hands and his position above his victim, unable to understand it was really him standing there, ready to take by force the petrified man he had already moulded to be his own personal slave.

A drop of blood fell from his still wounded hand onto the pearl like skin, rolling downward until it collided with another red little ruby.

Eyes growing wider, Rhadamanthe now gazed at the deep scratches on the tender skin of Kanon’s thighs. He hadn’t done this, did he? He couldn’t…

The pained whimper was enough to pull him from his trance totally and Rhadamanthe jumped backward violently, letting a still unmoving Kanon fall down into the water up to his shoulders in the process.

Watching the other man with new eyes, Rhadamanthe was overwhelmed by the wrongness of it all. He had never lost control like this, he shouldn’t have lost control! The Wyvern suddenly felt the need to run away, to flee the sight of the broken man before him. He almost did it too, when Kanon finally decided to react and turned his sea like eyes toward him. What he saw in them glued him on the spot.

The pain, need, despair and tiredness and so much shame!

Rhadamanthe stared into the lost, clear eyes which hide nothing and felt his mind black out once again. He fought back this time though and took another step back. Kanon still looked at him, forcing the Wyvern to be the one to lower his eyes. With a slightly shaking hand Rhadamanthe pulled Kanon briskly out of the water and onto solid ground, not daring to look at the ex saint.

He hesitated for a second before finally rushing out of the room as soon as his pride allowed him to. Not looking back. He vaguely heard the sound of a body hitting the ground and guessed Kanon hadn’t had the strength to stay on his legs any longer. He refused to think about it. He would simply send someone to bring his pet back to his quarters. For now he just couldn’t face him.


Closing the door behind him Rhadamanthe fell down onto his armchair, uncaring of the water running everywhere on the expensive material. How things got so out of control? He had wanted Kanon weak and at his mercy. He had got his wish, but at what price? The need for conquest and domination hadn’t even disappeared. It had only worsened.

It was unacceptable.

With a roar of rage the spectre jumped on his feet and sent the unfortunate armchair flying. The piece of furniture crashed upon contact with the wall and fell back on the floor in a cloud of dust. Rhadamanthe stared at the mess and shakily leaned against the wall, panting.

Whether he wanted it or not, everything had changed.

With another roar of frustration he punched the wall, over and over until both of his hands were aching and painted red. He felt sickened to his soul, hit right on the nail by what he had read in those blue eyes. But how could he of all people feel this way?? He was one of the 3 judges of Hell. It was impossible! It wasn’t supposed to happen!

With his mind miles away from his body Rhadamanthe tended to his wounds while the servants he had called (obviously in one of his blackout) went to retrieve his slave. It didn’t take long before his ears picked up the faint sound of crying from Kanon’s small room next to his own.

In all his months of servitude he had never managed to make Kanon cry. No matter how hard he had tried and dreamt of it.

Today he thought the sound would drive him mad. For a while his mind toyed with the idea to storm there and stop those cries -how was another question- but his body stayed resolutely stuck where it was.

He couldn’t go, what would he do anyway? What was he supposed to do?

Rhadamanthe gritted his teeth and waited. Kanon was on the other side of this wall, and he wouldn’t cross it.


In his small room Kanon tried to stifle his tears, feeling dirtied and ashamed like never before. He knew what Rhadamanthe had been trying to do, knew what had drove him out of his mind in the spa. He had seen it before in Saga’s eyes when he was devored by ambition. But that wasn’t the problem really.

The problem was that he had given in.

He had been weak and had let go of his last restrains. Maybe because of what he had seen in Rhadamanthe’s eyes and heard in his voice in that moment in the spa when he held him so gently. Maybe because he didn’t want to fight anymore. Maybe because despite the harsh treatments, something in him told him he finally and desperately needed to let go.

It didn’t matter anymore though. The spectre had flew, leaving him alone to deal with his new mental and physical scars. Alone again, like he had always been.

The tears came faster and Kanon didn’t bother wiping them away this time, eyes blank and unblinking staring through his small window. In the end things weren’t that different from the beginning. Rhadamanthe and he were still on different sides of the wall. The Wyvern may be only a few meters away behind the thick wall of stone separating their rooms, but there may as well have been a wall between their bodies and mind this time. A much thicker one.

And Rhamanthe wouldn’t let himself cross the line again, that much had been clear. Kanon’s eyes lightened a bit when he realised, to his own shock, that the thought raised an intense anger inside him. Anger at Rhadamanthe for not finishing what he had started? For promising something and not going through with it? For falling for it?

Kanon didn’t want to think about it, he just wanted to forget about everything. Forget the Wyvern and his sharp tongue; forget he was still drenched and trembling from the cold water sticking to his skin.

With a small cough Kanon closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take him, wishing not to wake up the following morning.

He wasn’t sure he could take it.



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Shadow: I’m such a bitch, aren’t I? *evil laughs* For the record everything will take yet another turn in the next chapter but hey, don’t quote me on it ne?