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Crucify
Title: Crucify
Dedication: for the support and she\'s crazygood like moi when it comes to teh kink
Rated: M [for Mature]
Warnings: WHOABOY. NEEDLE PLAY. Kink. Gagging. Bondage. Sacreligious related issues. Yaoi, even if there\'s no actual sex. If you are uber-sensitive to religious stuff, DO NOT READ.
Summary: \"Why are you doing this?\" \"I want to know what it feels like to have an angel under a human\'s control.\" Nii x Hazel.
\"Well, you just leave me nailed here.
Hanging like Jesus on this cross.
I\'m just dying for your sins,
and aiding to the cause.
Wrap my soul in bandages.
I\'m tired of this war.
Go ahead and cut me.
I can\'t even feel it anymore.\"
--Twist by Nine Inch Nails
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\"You\'re a cute little lad.\"
Six years old and he was all ready getting hit on. Not even even suited for the proper garbs or title quite yet, Hazel Glosse was still a young alter boy running errands for his Master. He stopped the moment he was spoken to, looking over at the man squatting behind the tree near to the church.
The man had a dirty grin, teeth yellow and one black. Whiskers abound his face, his body was covered with a dirty shroud. Hazel, yet, did not fear him. Just stood his ground about ten feet away, hugging a bible he was to deliver to Bishop Filbert Glosse.
\"Come here a bit closer.\" The man chuckled. He extended a clawed hand and gestured Hazel his way.
Hazel stared big, blue eyes at him. In one way, he knew what the man wanted. Yet in another, he was still quite naive. Perhaps this homeless wreck just wanted something from him? Money? Maybe. I mean, he was told appearances could be deceiving...
Still... there was an air to him. Not a trustworthy one, nor a sane one at that. Yet Hazel still didn\'t know if he should run away or step closer.
All until his view was block by long, black robes. The hobo blinked his blind eye and looked up towards the man who suddenly stepped in front of the little child. The elder bishop adjusted his small glasses. \"Is there anything we can do for you, kind sir?\" Filbert Glosse flashed his sweet smile. Hazel was a little awed at the man who raised him suddenly taking control of the situation.
The homeless man scowled and crawled back. \"No...\" he muttered. He didn\'t wait to be asked for help or warned nicely to leave the premises. He just hobbled back off to town without another word.
Once it was safe, Filbert looked back at his young pupil. \"Are you quite all right?\"
Hazel nodded slowly. It was then that he realized the danger he might have been in, if not for his Master.
Hazel, now a strapping young adult, slowly began to awaken from his dream. Memory induced dreams were nothing new to him.
Is that what I live to protect? People like that homeless man?
As his eyes began to open, and the dream-like state started to fade, he had one last thought on his mind.
No. I live to protect people like Master...
In that moment, coherency hit him. Hazel blinked a few times, before realizing where he was and what happened prior to his dream. He was in a forest, fire before him, Gato to the right. Gato, of course, did not sleep and either stared at him or the fire all night long. Hazel slouched against a large tree, sitting up straight. He cursed softly beneath his breath, squeezing his sore shoulder.
\"I feel asleep, did I?\"
\"Yes.\"
Hazel chuckled. \"Dear. After I insisted on staying up just a little longer.\"
Something about wanting to keep a look out for youkai, low stockage of souls in his pendant and seeing the stars under the canopies. Yet, his body wouldn\'t allow it and he drifted off.
\"How long was I out for?\" the bishop inquired.
Gato thought over the answer. \"... Few hours. Five, maybe.\"
\"Not too much, not too little, I guess,\" Hazel sighed. Sometimes he got none at all, sometimes he got two, sometimes he got ten. It all depended on how his body wanted to deal with his dreams. Nightmares, maybe. The past certainly did mar his subconscious. Damn it all if he should suddenly develop Post Traumatic Syndrome.
Gato watched as Hazel withdrew from sitting and got to his feet. His hat had fallen off during slumbering, and some of his bangs had become loose. He moved around the fire, feet scuffling against dirt.
\"Not going back to sleep?\" Gato asked.
Hazel shook his head. He had to push long, silvery bangs from his blue eye for doing so. \"Afraid I\'m not tired,\" he answered.
\"Where are you going?\"
Cranky little bishop he was, Gato\'s interrogation was tugging on his nerves. Though, he couldn\'t blame his servant. He\'d ask the same things should Gato suddenly wake up abruptly [if he should sleep] and wander off looking like a corpse [again, in AU purposes] in the process of becoming a zombie.
\"I saw a lake close by.\" Hazel pointed through a clearing between the trees. \"I\'m going to wash up.\"
Gato silently stared at him with yellow, cat-esque eyes. Hazel just smiled, as he usually did. To assure or to keep people quiet. \"You want me to go with you?\" the Indian inquired.
\"No. I\'ll be fine.\"
Gato didn\'t know if he could believe it. Call it superstition, but something in the air wasn\'t right. Humidity was thick. Stars were too clear. Moon was full...
Ah.
Ah. Ah. Ah.
Gato just nodded. He understood now. Hazel nodded back for no particular reason. He looked back at his hat... No. Swishing hand to it, he left it be. Relying on instinct and memory, he made his way into the woods to the lake. Gato watched him until a layer of night\'s darkness hid him from view.
Each time felt like the last time. But, you had to have faith.
Tonight, he\'d really need it.
~~~
With a swish and splash, Hazel ducked his head down and wet his face.
He shook his head, water droplets flying from the loose bangs. He lowered his hands back into the water, getting a look at his quivering reflection. Just above it was the equally shaking full moon. He tended to ignore it, paying attention only to his reflection. That night he was entranced, for some reason. Didn\'t move, waited until his reflection was clear and unmoving.
\"Oyasumiyasu, ne?\"
Hazel was only a little surprised when a new reflection loomed over his. Nii smiled into the water, hands tucked in his white labcoat. A cigarette hung limply from his pursed lips, smoke twisting from its red hot bud.
\"Correct,\" Hazel replied, \"Jyeni-han.\"
Nii chuckled and gazed up at the stars, the moon. \"Saa, the stars are bright tonight,\" he observed. \"Usually, I don\'t see them this often.\"
With a shuffling noise, Hazel stood. He smoothed his wet, dripping hands through his hair. It was enough to pin back those pesky bangs. \"Out here, your senses are enhanced, I guess. Nature tends to do that,\" he said.
\"Ah.\" Nii nodded in agreement. He adjusted his glasses, eyes lazy behind. \"What, pray tell, might someone like you be doing out in the middle of the woods so late?\"
\"I might ask you the same thing, Jyeni-han.\" Hazel smiled. It was a bit different. He tried to make it equal to Nii\'s smile, which hid other meanings and emotions. He failed at mastering it, but Nii could tell Hazel was still suspicious of him.
\"I was bored,\" Nii replied, shrugging. \"I went for a stroll.\"
\"Same.\"
Nii chortled, exhaling a cloud of smoke. \"Your friend is warming himself by the fire not too far from,\" he said. \"Saw him while I was walking by.\"
Hazel knew what he was implying. \"Why isn\'t he with you?\" \"Yes. He\'s a bit restless. Even for a corpse. I decided just to let him rest,\" he chuckled. He shook his hands free of the last bit of liquid, then dried them on his robe.
\"How kind of you,\" Nii chuckled. He placed two fingers to brim of his glasses, pushing them upwards. \"It makes things a lot more easier.\"
Hazel rose an eyebrow. \"What are you insisting?\" he demanded, softly.
Nii approached Hazel, like a raven swooping down on unsuspecting prey. Hazel started to turn, before Nii removed a small needle from his coat pocket. Popping off the protective cap, he slipped the tip of needle into his neck. The needle sliced through skin, piercing the jugular vein.
\"What are you--!?\"
Finger pushing inward, the liquid in the syringe left its tube and into the bishop\'s vein. Once inside, the drug went into action quickly. It spread into other veins, disabling nerves, reactions, slowing down certain parts and functions of his body.
Hazel\'s eyes widened as they sunk into his skull. His mouth dropped open, but nothing could be uttered. He tried, so hard. An occasional soft croak, nothing more. Something penetrated his brain, covering his eyes with a veil. In that moment, all clarity in his sight disappeared and a deep sleep wrapped around him in a heavy cocoon.
Hazel\'s eyes began to sink shut as his body fell forward. Nii, smiling as usual, slipped an arm around Hazel\'s waist. It prevented him from falling into the ice cold water. Nii grasped his chin and pulled him back to a stand, dropping his body against his. Hazel let his head fall back on Nii\'s shoulder, looking peaceful as he slept. His body limped, dead to the world, but very much breathing.
\"You look just like an angel,\" the doctor purred. He kindly brushed a strand of Hazel\'s hair behind his ear. Hazel\'s head dropped to the side, against the other\'s chest, listening to the heart beat that was hard to believe existed.
For a moment, the two stood there, like a devil serenading an angel to dance beneath the full moon.
~~~
\"He was human.\"
Gato didn\'t have the willpower to look back at the child. All he could do was continue to glare at the corpse with a bullet wound in his head. Gato\'s gun remained cocked at the man he had killed. Smoke still leaked from the barrel, and the man\'s fingers still reflexively twitched, like a dying roach.
\"I know.\"
Hazel grabbed at his torn shirt. The small child looked away, ashamed and still shaking slightly. \"Though I do not feel sorry for him...\" he whispered.
\"Not everyone...\" Gato breathed. His gun drew back; he was relieved. \"... is good. Human or monster.\"
\"I know.\"
~~~
Click.
Whiz.
Buzz.
Whirl.
When he first awoke, all he could hear was the clicking and clanking of random objects. The eerie sound of something metal turning, rusty and in need of oil. A soft hiss of steam. A bang in the distance, a growl of a machine. The unfamiliar hum of a rather large computer. The smell was rusty, yet sterile at the same time.
He saw nothing, even when his tired eyes were opened. Nothing but pitch darkness.
Though he heard, and he felt.
His fingers felt heavy yet numb. As they curled and fell back, he could feel slight pressure around his wrists. A familiar pressure gathered at his ankles.
Yet he continued to listen to the sounds of man\'s machinery around him.
He was afraid. Yet, at the same time, he was too dizzy to understand what exactly was going on. Everything felt so surreal, but he didn\'t have enough evidence or emotions at the moment to be completely terrified.
Nonetheless, he was fucking disturbed.
Above all the sounds of the things not of flesh and blood, he could hear his erratic panting in his ears. And apparently, so could someone else.
\"Oyasumiyasu, ne?\"
Suddenly, the darkness disappeared. It was replaced by a mingling blur of soft colors, before steadying to a somewhat normal picture. He could see a grinning Nii looming over him, holding the blindfold back from his eyes.
Strangely enough, despite all this, Hazel\'s response was rather tame. \"That\'s... right...\"
Nii smirked, proudly. He dropped the blindfold back over Hazel\'s eyes, who gasped tiredly in return. Nii walked around the metal slate of an operating table Hazel was strapped down to via wrists and ankles.
\"How are you feeling?\"
Hazel swallowed dryly. \"... I...\" He couldn\'t finish.
\"You\'ve been out for about two hours. The drug should reach its peek by now,\" Nii explained. He walked over to the sink, taking out a styrofoam cup from the cupboard above. \"I injected a fair amount of the drug in your system. The side effects should yo-yo.\"
Hazel could hear the water running from the sink like a strong waterfall. \"D--drug?\" he breathed.
\"That\'s right.\" Nii walked back to the table. He touched a wet hand to Hazel\'s blue lips. Hazel felt the water, and immediately licked his lips, licking Nii\'s moist fingers in the process. Nii kindly slipped a hand beneath his head and titled it up. He placed the cup of water to his lips, pouring the water slowly inside his mouth. Hazel swallowed it down as fast as he could, throat burning.
\"Easy now,\" Nii whispered, \"don\'t choke.\"
Hazel then coughed, choking on water just as he was warned. He felt it sting his nostrils, but paid it no mind. He felt his head lower back into cold metal. What was going on? And exactly why wasn\'t he screaming and lashing around? True he maybe couldn\'t lash about, but he could still scream. Even more now that his throat wasn\'t raw.
Hazel, right now, focused on clearing his lungs of the water he swallowed down the wrong tube.
Nii listened to Hazel cough, before taking a rag and drying his mouth and neck where the water had spilt. \"You don\'t seem to be too uncomfortable,\" Nii said.
\"I can\'t...\" Hazel tried to fathom some sort of feeling. Anger, hate, sadness, fear... \"I don\'t...\"
\"It\'s normal for you to be dazed,\" Nii reassured. \"I combined a non-lethal dose of a special drug of mine and a tranquilizer in your body. It was a direct hit into your system. You were knocked unconscious by it, but it took about a half an hour to get where you are now. Side effects inclue drowsiness, headache, and a little bit of impairment, heh...\"
Hazel slowly turned his head. He watched as the doctor prepared himself a tray of various utensils. \"Why... why are you...\" He swallowed again. The room felt cold suddenly. Hazel\'s groggy eyes switched to his body, and he noticed that he wasn\'t dressed. Infact, he was stark nude. Though all Hazel could manage was a surprised little groan. The drug was really screwing with his reactions, making them lazy, groggy.
\"Call it the curiosity of doctors.\" Nii\'s answer was followed by a loud snap of his latex gloves as he slipped one on each.
Hazel\'s little world spun for a quick second. He dropped his head to the side. He watched Nii with half lidded eyes that struggled to stay completely open. Not that he was entirely sleepy, just some of his muscles weren\'t working, properly or at all. For some reason, though, a few of his senses had been heightened.
Touch, especially. The metal bed, it was freezing. \"Cold...\" he whispered. His lips twitched for a split second. They hurt, they felt cracked, the circulation felt weak.
\"It\'s a nice temperature,\" Nii responded. However, he kindly turned the air conditioner down. He could be generous at least once. Well, twice, if you count the water. \"Your body will adjust.\"
Hazel just shivered.
Nii\'s gloved hands proceeded to sort out the instruments on the covered tray. Most, if not all, were needles. Cotton balls, alcohol, iodine, metal acupuncture nails, metal rings. All neatly spread out in a beautiful display of twisted silver. The last piece to the plate was a coil of black ribbon and lace.
Hazel slightly squirmed in his restraints. \"Why... can\'t...\"
\"You\'re not supposed to.\" Nii placed the tray on a cart, pushing it over to the side of the operating table. Hazel\'s eyes followed him without ever moving his head. Nii waltzed around the table, hand sliding through hair, checking each bind. Satisfied, he turned to his lab table again, taking styrofoam cup in hand.
\"I\'m giving you another thing to drink. It\'s not water, however,\" Nii informed. Hazel said nothing, just tugged lightly at his the leather wrapped around his wrist. It was beginning to bind into his skin.
Nii poured an ugly colored liquid into the cup, swishing it around with a spoon. He walked over to Hazel, took his head in his hand and lifted it. \"Drink it all,\" he ordered. He poured the drink into Hazel\'s gaping mouth. At first, it had a funny taste, but his body managed to choke it down. It ran down his throat and immediately attacked his hormones.
Nii chuckled as he happily made his way to his tray of goodies.
Hazel swallowed saliva and extra liquid. \"What... ah...\" His body suddenly made a little jerk. Heat wavered along his system, tightening and heating up his flesh. His groin pounded as he quickly felt the meanings for an arousal pump through his veins.
\"It\'s called Spanish Fly,\" Nii answered his unfinished question. \"It\'s an aphrodisiac.\"
\"Ah... sou...\" Hazel bit into his bottom lip. All these drugs in his blood, my God, it was a wonder he could speak at all.
The good doctor examined Hazel\'s chest. As if sizing it up, planning for something. \"We\'ll begin with your torso,\" Nii murmured. He reached back and plucked a cotton ball and alcohol from the tray.
\"W... wh...\"
\"Shh. Save your energy. And your breath.\"
Nii\'s tone of voice suggested, \"you\'re going to need it.\" Either way, Hazel\'s body spasmed when he began dabbing the wet cotton ball on and around his nipples. For what reason was unknown, but all he knew was it felt damn good. Nii gave his chest another quick rub down, the smell of alcohol pungent, the skin wet and tight.
Nii reached down in the cart, producing a white doctor\'s mask. He tied it around his head, half his face hidden behind the thin garment. The doctor took one of the silver acupuncture needles, stirring it in a glass of alcohol. He wiped it clean and dry with a tissue, before disposing of the tissue properly.
\"This might hurt,\" he chuckled, \"just a little.\"
Hazel opened his mouth to speak broken sentences. He then clenched shut with a squeak when Nii gave his left nipple a squeeze. He tugged it up, getting access to more skin, seeing around it. Very carefully, he pressed the sharp tip of the needle in the bottom center of the pink bud, before slipping it. The needle made a popping noise as it pierced flesh, slipping through thin layers of skin, and popping as it slipped out the other end.
Hazel, needless to say, cried.
Hazel\'s head dropped back with a thud. The pain caused a surge through his system. He could taste bile in his mouth. Rather than throwing it up, he swallowed it back down. His bonds jingled as his legs yanked around. When the jingling stopped, and Hazel\'s body went limp, Nii\'s muffled chuckle took over the silence.
\"I told you.\"
Nii padded the skin down with an alcohol pad. It was red, blood slightly leaking from each open end. The needle was six inches in length, three inches sticking out of each end. Hazel bit down on his bottom lip, furious but lost. When Nii pulled at his sore nipple again, Hazel\'s initial reaction was to pant and growl, \"Yam... yame...\"
\"If you just relax...\" Nii purred, slipping in the second needle. This time vertical, making a cross formation in the pulsating, red nipple. Hazel bucked, kicking his legs as freely as he could. Nii pushed a hand against his chest, keeping him still as he cleaned up the blood.
\"Why!?\" Hazel spat. He glared weakly at the man hiding behind glasses and a mask.
\"I told you,\" Nii moved himself and his cart to the other side of the bed, \"I\'m curious.\"
\"About... WHAT!?\"
Nii\'s gloved, freezing hand gently massaged the second nipple. It felt good, yet strange, but at least it was warming him up. Nii leaned over, breathing unusually warm air to Hazel\'s ear. Hazel found himself leaning his head closer. \"To see what an angel looks like under the control of a human,\" he whispered, tongue lashing against earlobe.
Hazel\'s eyes opened wide.
The first time didn\'t hurt as much as the second. Hazel got the same treatment on his other nipple as he did the first. Cleaned, needles stabbed through skin, blood wiped away. He couldn\'t see what the purpose was of two needles, but each were formed to look like a cross.
Hazel tried to pull his hands closer to his face, lashing it from side to side. The pain, he was numbing to it, but he knew Nii wasn\'t done. Not by far. \"Are you... are you done!?\" Yet he still troubled himself to ask, or demand.
\"Not yet.\" Of course that would be the answer.
Nii took a small, silver hoop from the tray--it looked much like an earring. New alcohol pad dabbing down the area o\'re Hazel\'s diaphragm, he opened the clasp. Pushing the needle against the skin, he very easily slipped it through the skin and out. Hazel gasped; luckily it felt just like a quick pinch. Nii clicked the clasp shut.
This new idea of \"fun\" did not end there. New piercings were added to his torso. Three more, to be exact. Each time, it just felt like a tug and a pinch. He was thankful for that much. He wished he could see what this all looked like. Stomach and chest covered with piercings that bubbled red to taunt skin, needles in his nipples.
The piercings, however. One below his belly button, two opposite one another on each sides of his stomach, and the first in the center of his chest.
\"That wasn\'t too bad, now was it?\" Nii inquired.
Hazel swallowed. \"Hn.\"
Nii unraveled the long lacey black thread. \"Good. Because it should be now.\"
Hazel blinked wide eyes and looked quickly at him. Nii slipped the end of the ribbon through the first hoop at the top, tied it and pulled it down to the one by his belly button. He slipped it through aforementioned hoop, then went back up to the first hoop. With a fierce tug, he pulled the ribbon hard, causing the piercings to pull at the skin.
\"AAH!\" Hazel screamed. His head fell back, eyes wide. He cried out in pain, lashing violently without thinking.
Nii repeated the process with the two other piercings, only horizontal, with another strand of ribbon. Regardless, it hurt like fucking Hell. And if he could see what exactly was behind the doctor\'s reasons for this other than pain, he would notice a black ribbon cross laying out over his chest.
\"Are you done?\" Hazel demanded, in a hoarse voice. He was impatient for an answer. Only seconds had pasted, and again he screamed, \"Are you fucking DONE!?\"
The doctor chortled. \"Lost all your tact?\" Nii was quite amused. \"No, I\'m not.\"
\"I command...\" Hazel panted tiredly, \"you release me.\"
Nii rose a set of long, acupunture needles between each of his fingers. Like holding a deck of winning cards. \"The fun has only begun,\" he purred.
Hazel growled, ready to shout, ready to scream, before his body lurched. It twisted when the alcohol rubbed along his thighs. Nii did this always before he pierced him. Was he planning to--
\"Where is my pendant?\" Hazel seethed in a low snarl.
Nii stopped rubbing his left thigh. He nodded over at a coat stand. Hazel gazed over, having to squint and adjust his vision. Hanging from one of the rack\'s branches was his golden chain and medallion. He was highly disappointed he didn\'t have possession over it, and how it hung so innocently in the open.
Pop.
The noise of the needle moving in and out of his skin seemed louder in Hazel\'s ears than anything else. My God, how it hurt! He kicked the leg to which his pierced thigh was not on. He wanted to squirm, but any sudden movement would cause more pain, in both chest and thigh. Nii wasn\'t just putting a couple in. He was having the time of his life sliding those needles inches apart from one another along his thighs.
Hazel wasn\'t surprised if whoever shared these quarters could hear him scream. Could hear him cry for mercy. Half his body was beginning to lose feeling. This... this perhaps was a good thing. Because then he wouldn\'t have to feel the pain. Needles ripping into his skin, turning it red, bubbling blood.
No, no, it made it worse. Lacking one sense improved another. The softer the pain, the louder the scream. The popping of skin, the scratching noise of needles that refused to puncture reluctant muscle.
Each needle was six inches in length. Nii made sure to even out both ends. The diameter was large, and the gauge white and 18. It would figure Nii took no mercy. Use the more painful instruments, there\'s never any warming up. Though maybe the entire being drugged and half thrown into oblivious oblivion was his way of \"foreplay.\"
\"How are you doing, tenshi-san?\"
Hazel\'s eyes rolled effortlessly forward. His tongue felt dry. He didn\'t know if he could talk. Even if he could, he had nothing to say. Nothing polite, that is. Nii was just fine with that answer. His smile reflected acceptance of being hated, of being looked down upon. He was used to it. These day, rarely anyone looked up to him as they did when he was a holy man.
\"I\'m almost done with your left thigh,\" Nii assured. Hazel wished he could smack him for that. Oh, as if he asked for this? Right. He wished Nii meant he was almost done taking them out.
\"Your... intentions...\" Hazel coughed. Nii gazed towards him. Light devoured one of his glasses\' lenses. \"I don\'t... understand...\" Hazel finished in a short breath. Why...? True, he wasn\'t like ordinary humans. But he wasn\'t anything extraordinary either. Without his power, he was nothing. Right?
He couldn\'t possibly be seen as a complete angel. No. Nii only called him \'tenshi-san\' because... Well...
Hazel clenched teeth when the last needle went into his thigh.
\"I told you. View it however you\'d like,\" Nii retorted, taking off his mask. The wheels on the chair he sat at squeaked as he moved back. Drawing to his feet, he went back to his tray. Hazel\'s head, much like a zombie\'s, turned to watch Nii tiredly. Nii paid him no mind, as if he wasn\'t there to begin with.
Nii pulled out a brand new set of hoop rings in an unopened package. He shook the bag to make it easier to open. The doctor left back to his chair, smoothly sailing at the foot of the operating bed. He unbuckled one of the ankle binds, whipped over to the other leg and undid the last one.
Hazel could feel little difference with his legs free. He could barely move them as it was.
Nii picked up one of his long, thin legs, looking over it. He traced a white finger from frail ankle, up along his calf. Hazel could feel his finger push into his skin. Instead of looking down, he looked up at the black ceiling. He hadn\'t notice the giant, spinning ceiling fan until now.
\"What\'re are you...\" The bishop paused to swallow saliva. \"... doing?\"
\"Finding points,\" Nii retorted. Push, push, ah. He stopped prodding muscles towards his knee. He laid the leg down again, moved and dragged the cart and tray over to his side. Hazel couldn\'t see what he was doing--dabbing more alcohol on a cotton ball. Somehow, he felt relieved he couldn\'t see much. He didn\'t know if he wanted to see.
If only he wasn\'t so weak. He\'d kick, struggle. All he could manage in his legs were the occasional twitch and peddling motions. Not enough to escape on, no. Nii pushed the wet pad against the point he had last pushed, then removed it. Pinching the flesh in his hand, he pulled it out. Hazel could barely feel that as well.
However, he did feel the sharp needle of the hoop ring pierce through and out the gathered skin. It bled, streaking red liquid down his calf. Nii was quick to attend the wound and clean the blood. Hazel\'s leg spasmed, causing a quick kick. Hazel noted that pain was bouncing all over his body. Either it was at his chest, or to his thighs or now at his le--
\"ARGH!\"
Hazel lashed his head side to side, thrashing his bound arms. Nii just had to go and put in another goddamn hoop.
What was he...
Hazel\'s eyes stung as his vision was fading to black. Nii noticed he was beginning to shake, much worse than before. He looked over his glimmering glasses, up towards Hazel\'s face. He was looking sicker than before, looking much--
Nii was up on his feet in a split second. His coat flew upwards as he stopped the third piercing down Hazel\'s right leg. He proceeded to his desk, grabbing his trash can. He marched over to Hazel, placed the trash can in front of his face and let him throw up in the can.
Nii was not disgusted, rather amused and complimented. He watched Hazel hack, retching loudly, bile, drugged liquids and food he had ate that night. He\'d take short intervals to breath, before another spasm of pain gathered in his solar plexus and pushed more content out of his system.
\"Poor little stomach.\" Nii feigned sympathy. He gently patted Hazel\'s stomach over the tightly wound black ribbons.
This only made Hazel growl as he let loose the last of the tainted stomach fluid. Nii watched Hazel pant into the garbage can, dirty saliva dripping from his bottom lip. The panting increased, throwing him into a hyperventilating fit.
Nii sat the garbage can down. He held Hazel\'s head, then pressed his hand against his mouth. \"Breath,\" he commanded. His voice was stern, serious. Hazel forced himself to calm down, not without biting into the hand over his mouth. Nii hardly looked pain at all. He waited until his breathing fit was over before pulling back bitten, gloved hand.
Hazel looked absolutely exhausted, the color in his face that of a ghost.
\"All this pain. It\'s irregular for your body, even for someone like you,\" Nii informed. He took Hazel\'s chin in his gloved hand, lifted his head a little, taking a cotton ball to his mouth. \"It\'s a big shock to your system. Still, you must be proud. You held out for a long while,\" he chuckled, wiping away the fluids around his mouth.
Hazel just glared at him behind black, exhausted and bloodshot eyes.
Nii just took it with a grain of sand. He tossed the cotton ball in the trash with the rest of the mess. He laid Hazel\'s head down for him, whose body balanced itself back out with shivers and convulsions. \"On a scale of one to ten, my little angel, we\'re at five. Half way done,\" the doctor said, pushing glasses to the crook of his nose.
\"Stop all this. Stop it all n--now!\" Hazel managed to snarl. It hurt his rancid throat, it hurt everything, but he didn\'t care.
\"Not done.\" Nii left it at that. He was in control. Hazel was the one tied down to an operating table. This spoke volumes more than words.
Hazel went back to ignoring everything around him. Shutting silver eyes with silver bags and silver lids, he lost himself to another world. Yes, a much more beautiful world. One so far from this one. One where his Master was still alive, and Gato... was actually happy.
No youkai.
No Nii Jyeni.
No pain.
Nothing.
Hazel\'s eyes, lost of all emotion and dyed a black, opened slowly.
A world with no pain was nothing.
It was death.
~~~
Long, beautiful, silky ribbons twisting along ivory like snakes in snow. Slipping through rings of silver, wrapping \'round and \'round pale legs. Around until ankles crossed one another, binding them together tightly. Rings pulled against skin, causing blood to surface and drip quietly from the wounds.
Cold, metal slate of a bed stretched on both sides. Skin around wrists moist and cool from release. Then, soft silk wound tightly around each. Arms stretched as ribbons tied around wrists reached out and tie to far ends of the table.
Head dropped to the side. Weak, tired and hurting.
\"You look like Christ, no?\"
He didn\'t want to open his eyes. Yet, he felt like he was forced to. As if the other had strings attached to his mind. Hazel\'s eyes reflected two images, then one, first dark then clear. Nii was looming above him like an Alp, up on the table to hang over him with his dark, wicked little smile.
That smile alone made Hazel sick.
It was then Hazel realized what position he was in. Legs tied together, arms spread apart at his sides. Yes, he was positioned like this on purpose. \"Crucifying...\" he groaned. He choked on saliva that gathered in the pit of his throat.
Nii cupped Hazel\'s pale, beautiful face in his hands. \"So many look at you like that man, you know,\" he breathed, hanging his face closer.
\"I never accepted the comparison.\"
\"But you accept the duties?\"
Hazel struggled a smile. \"It is... different than... the Son\'s...\" he whispered.
\"Would you accept the same fate?\" Nii inquired, tilting his head. Half his face was smothered in shadows. Right then and there, he looked like the devil himself. No, worse, perhaps. Like Satan before he fell. When all saw him as a good angel of God, never suspecting what he would do later...
Hazel\'s jaw clenched.
\"Do you want to feel it? What it must have been like?\" Nii offered in a sweet whisper. He brushed stubbled cheek to Hazel\'s clean one. \"That orgasmic pain?\"
Hazel looked at him as if he were insane. And according to the bishop, this man was crazier than an outhouse rat. However, he couldn\'t speak, not when something else got his eye. A silvery object, something that moved too fast to identify. Not until he felt a familiar sharp pain in the palm of his right hand.
Hazel looked over, horrified. His hand shook, fingers curling inward and out. A large gash was made in his palm, blood running down his arm, pouring off his hand. This hurt more than anything he had felt that night. All the needles, all the tugging of skin, they lasted for split seconds and melted into a subdued pain. But this cut was deep, this cut went past the needle\'s boundaries and not only did it sting, but it screamed.
Nii took Hazel\'s quivering, bound wrist in his hand, kindly massaging his thumb below the wound on his palm. \"Your stigma...\" he breathed against the open cut. He placed a kiss to the wound, lapping a little of the blood into his mouth. Hazel hissed like steam being released from his grit teeth.
Nii closed his hand over Hazel\'s bloody one and squeezed.
\"Agh!\" the bishop gasped.
\"Don\'t worry,\" Nii assured. Blood bubbled to the crevices of two hands pressed against one another. It dripped free, before the blood flow stopped a notch or two. The pressure of Nii\'s grasp was forming something of a minor tourniquet.
When Nii slithered off the pale body beneath him, the last thing he released was Hazel\'s hand. When he did, the blood was soaked into his own skin, highlighting and emphasizing the lines and folds in his palm and fingers.
\"Do you plan...\" A short intake of air. \"... to kill me?\"
\"No,\" Nii replied. He could understand Hazel\'s concern. He did mention asking Hazel if he would accept Jesus\' fate, which of course is open to speculation.
No, death was too boring. It was needed only when he couldn\'t milk the life out of something anymore. Death put someone out of their misery. True, they\'d be dead and unable to do anything more in their life, but there was something more pleasing about torture. One last look before killing someone at the man who has control over your life seemed too short a pleasure.
\"Ah, ou...\" Hazel\'s shoulders jumped when he felt a sudden, sharp prick in his forehead. His dizzy eyes looked upward, watching as a coil of barbed wire was wrapped securely around his head. The little metal pricks pinched his skin, but they barely touched him. He found it hard to believe they would remain in that harmless position for long.
Nii\'s slippery hands slid up Hazel\'s cheeks, threading through messy, silvery hair. Hazel struggled to keep his eyes connected with the ones hidden under glowing lenses.
\"The most painful and most pleasurable process will begin. I find it much more enjoyable if you close yourself to everything else around you but the emotions that surge throughout you,\" Nii murmured, pressing forehead to forehead.
\"Let... me go,\" Hazel retorted.
The bishop flinched, eyes squeezing shut. Nii grasped the back of his head tightly, his fingers digging into his scalp. The doctor took the opportunity to take his mouth in his own, tasting the sweet cavern inside. So unfamiliar; dear God, the desire to poison stung at his loins. The moans and whimpers that echoed in his mouth from the others was tempting, too tempting.
No.
These lips belonged to another.
That was fine, just fine.
Nii\'s lips broke away with a small click. A thin trail of saliva connected them. He smiled as the other panted heavily.
As long as he could play with his body, his affection didn\'t matter.
\"My little angel,\" Nii purred, slipping a roll of black medical tape on one hand. He peeled off the end and stretched it out. Hazel watched, not knowing exactly what he planned on using the tape for. No, it was quite obvious what that tape was for. Nii took a handful of Hazel\'s hair at the top of his head, forcing his head forward. Hazel replied to the sudden bolt of pain with a soft groan.
\"I\'m going to miss your cries.\"
With a soft, mellow screeching noise, the tape spread. It first pressed against his lips, before being spun around his head at least three times. Nii made sure the tape was on securely, before looking over his work. Hazel\'s soft moans of pain and disapproval could still be heard through the layered material. He forced himself to collect all his air through his nose now.
\"Fade out of this world,\" Nii ordered. Reached up and grabbed the blindfold. \"Let yourself fall into complete, uninterrupted bliss.\"
Hazel\'s glassy blue eyes saw Nii\'s smile one last time, before darkness overcame his vision and the blindfold kept him lost there.
Hazel had to rely on four senses now. Seeing and tasting were completely out of the question. His wounded hand felt numb, sticky from drying blood. His fingers twitched, trying to reach over to clasp the wound. His head moved to and fro, side to side, slowly, as if trying to pick up on noises from all angles. All he could smell was the rancid blood and cold metal.
His final sense, however, was hot. It burned with paranoia and fear.
\"How about a little music? That should help relax your senses.\"
Hazel turned his head to the source of the friendly voice. He heard soft footsteps along the hard ground, a little click and then music. Soft, uplifting and spiritual Indian music. The type he had heard when he first arrived in the borders of this country. It was mystic, exotic and sometimes a bit foreboding. It certainly fit this certain situation.
\"I\'m rather fond of the sitar. It has a beautiful melody, doesn\'t it? A little dark, even.\"
Hazel\'s mind was distracted from Nii\'s question that would receive no answers when the table beneath him lurched. With a rusty buzzing noise, it started to move upward, moving into a straight vertical position. The bishop could feel some of his weight shift downward, but not too much, thankfully.
\"Just adding the final touches before we begin.\"
Hazel wanted to demand what was going on. What was he planning. He knew Nii would avoid him, skip around answering, or give him some sort of riddle in return. He wished he wasn\'t weak, wished he wasn\'t restrained. Dammit, he wished he wasn\'t here at all. The soft throbbing pain in his neck covered by a bandaide reminded him of his mistake.
A smirk.
A screech of wheels.
\"Commence operation.\"
Hazel\'s body gave a sudden jolt that revived some of the pain in certain parts of his body. All the sudden, as if having not been warned, Nii\'s cold hands had suddenly grasped one part of his body he preferred be left untouched.
Nii took the underside\'s skin, pinched and pulled it down. Plucking needle from tray, he slid the needle through the layer of his skin. This caused an instant effect. Hazel squirmed his body, throwing his weight to the side. Not only did it hurt like Hell, but it felt incredibly orgasmic. Was this a natural reaction or was it all those drugs?
Either way, his sudden movement caused the barbwire around his head to dig into his scalp and forehead. Hazel cried into his gag, as the sharp tips ripped through skin. Blood slowly puddled around the fresh wounds.
Nii was quite happy with the reaction, however.
Sterilizing himself another needle, he pinched the skin below the swollen needle, and slipped it in. Hazel strained his head, his groan louder than before. Head fell back briefly on the table, thorn crown biting into the skin on the back of his head and tangling in his silvery hair.
The third needle went in slowly.
The pain and pleasure dragged out this time. Hazel\'s restrained legs softly rubbed against one another, ribbon ever so slightly tugging on piercings, thus tugging on skin. It didn\'t feel as bad as it did below his groin.
\"You\'re doing quite well,\" Nii complimented. He took the member in his head, padding the swelling skin over the needles with alcohol pads.
Hazel either felt proud or ashamed.
\"Just one more. This should be the one.\"
Hazel tightened his entire body. For the final blow. He prayed to God. Please, please, let me survive this.
Let him live to deck this man in the jaw.
Pulling the skin near the head was enough to cause a hurricane-esque pain to bubble in his groin. He knew what was going to happen if Nii put in this needle. It made him angry, more angry than anything else that had happened to him.
He wanted to do that for nobody else but...
In went the needle.
It was then Hazel saw what Nii meant when he wanted him to drown in his own world. For in that moment, Hazel saw a bright glowing light and thousands of colors before his eyes. His entire body felt itself free of anything, arching forward. His entire system flipped upside down, and with a muffled, loud cry into the medical tape around his mouth, he released all this surreal madness.
Nii smiled as he touched the white liquid on his cheek. He smeared it off, then proudly licked it off his fingers.
~~~
\"I\'m rather fond of this song. It\'s upbeat, don\'t you think?\"
Nii bit off the end of the tape, slapping it down. Gratefully, but still very much angry, the bishop laid out on his side on the now horizontal table. All the piercings had been removed, including the ones in his member. He curled up slightly, disappointed all this wasn\'t done. The blindfold was gone, but now this arms and legs were taped together, keeping him in place. The gag remained there, having not been removed.
\"You did very well, tenshi-san.\"
Nii stirred all the needles in a cup of slightly bloody alcohol. He took a pad of it, gently brushed back Hazel\'s hair and cleaned the small wounds on his forehead. Hazel was too tired and lost in a storm of emotions to pay him any mind, let alone look at him.
Nii checked Hazel\'s wounded hand, making sure the sutures were all tight and in place. It was important to clean up well. \"We have just one last thing to do...\" Nii informed. He put his mask back on, plopped in his chair and slid behind Hazel.
Nii took a needle and thread, promptly threading the needle. In due time, these would be removed. However, a scar would remain.
That\'s what was important.
Death ended everything.
However, a scar was there to haunt them for the rest of their life.
~~~
\"Is it true, what it says here?\"
Bishop Filbert Glosse paused his praying. He turned and looked down at his little pupil. Tiny Hazel sat at one of the empty benches in the church, a big bible in his lap. He pointed to a page, looking up at his caretaker. \"It says that we shouldn\'t do anything to our enemies. We just gotta leave them alone and God will take care of them for us,\" he said.
The bishop smiled. \"This is true. We must love our enemies, even if they hold nothing but spite for us, Hazel,\" he explained.
Hazel frowned. He looked back at the entry stating what he had just said. More intricate of course. He couldn\'t help but smirk, as if someone told a bad joke. He shut the book with no thought or consideration for the words he had read.
~~~
\"Hazel...\"
Someone is calling me.
\"Hazel...\"
I feel so weak. I don\'t even know if I can reply.
\"Hazel...\"
Am I dead? Is that... you, Master?
\"Hazel!\"
Hazel\'s dark blue eyes slowly opened. He winced, moaning when sunlight first hit his eyes. He crossed his arms over his face, hiding from the light.
For once.
The figure speaking to him picked him up and sat him under a shady tree. Hazel slowly dropped his arm. He looked up, weakly, tired, lost and confused. It was only until his vision regained perfect clarity that he saw the figure that had been calling him was Gato. Gato panted, looking worried. This was always a rarity to see anything else but apathy on his face.
\"G--Gato?\"
\"You\'ve been gone all night,\" Gato informed. He blinked when he noticed Hazel\'s bare hand. He took it in his own, turned it over. There was a scar, and stitches. He slowly gazed back into Hazel\'s sunken, swollen eyes surrounded by black bags.
Hazel knew what he was asking through those eyes. He needn\'t say a word. \"I don\'t remember much.\" Frowning, embarrassed, Hazel slipped a hand over his face. He flinched when fingers touched tiny little cuts on his forehead.
Gato gently ran his large thumb over the cut. He frowned, feeling empathetic for his master. He leaned in, pressing an apologetic kiss to the cut.
Hazel smiled tiredly at him. \"It\'s not your fault,\" he whispered. He touched Gato on his other shoulder, comforting him slightly. He knew the giant man felt horrible for not being able to protect him.
Hazel blamed no one but the devil.
In two meanings of the word.
Hazel stopped all sudden movements. Gato watched him, confused. Hazel felt a tug on his side. Slowly, ignoring all the bruises, tiny cuts, bandages, his fingers found stitches in his side. He had no perfect recollection of that night, but he knew he had not been cut along his side.
His fingers traced along the stitches. Then, he smirked. Ah, no, these sutures weren\'t to sow up any wounds. They quite clearly spelled out symbols to a haunting name.
\"Let this scar be a memory of tonight. Let it both haunt and please you.\"
He laughed. \"I beg to differ.\"
Hazel reached out a hand covered in rash from tape, weakly removing the small knife from Gato\'s belt.
\"Hazel?\" Gato was confused, worried. What was he--
The knife met skin and as quick as a bolt of lightning, it sliced down the skin. Hazel jumped, but did not scream nor even gasp. Gato was the one doing the gasping. Hazel\'s shaking hand dropped the knife. It bounced along the ground, splattering crimson liquid on the green grass. Blood gushed from the red, fleshy wound in his side.
\"As long as I got rid of that...\" he coughed. Twitching, he managed a smile to his friend.
Nii Jyeni... A human. I live to protect people like him?
Gato instantly whipped off his head bandana, sat Hazel back and pushed the cloth and his hand hard against the wound. It formed a tourniquet, the pressure decreasing the blood flow. For all their years together, Hazel still got shocked when Gato went out of his way to protect him.
It felt good. Despite the ache, despite the burning, despite the memories, this all felt good now. If he could feel much, he\'d notice tears at his lashes. He carefully wrapped an arm around Gato and dropped his chin on his shoulder.
And smiled.
No. I live to protect people like you...
~~~
OWARI
BOY LET ME TELL YOU WHAT.
That story was one head trip. I\'m sorry if it seems rushed or what-not. This happens every once and a while when a scene is dragged out. Example, the entire needle thing and another example is fighting scenes. If there\'s no intervals and such, it gets a bit hard for me. I tried my best to make it interesting as possible. But I managed to write it. Yay! Kind words are so loved. C&C is good, too, but I\'m wired so don\'t be a bitch about it. *heart*
Onto the notes!
Notes:
Anime or manga?: So are you wondering where this is set? In the anime, Nii and Hazel are on a friendly bases, but in the manga, the two have just met. So perhaps the anime. Even if I made the uniform black.
Post Traumatic Syndrome: Type of mental disorder, where something horrible happened in the past that scars and effects how you act in the present.
Drug: The drug used to throw Hazel into HAPPEEE LANDU is an original drug made by Nii. Why? Originally I was going to have him use Rohypnol (Flunitrazepam) (roofies) but the side effects for that drug would make it for a hard write. Before that I was going to use a heavy sleeping pill called Thriozolam.
Spanish Fly: An aphrodisiac made out of beetle parts! =D For more information, go here: http://honeymoons.about.com/cs/aphrodisiacs/g/SpanishFlyAphro.htm
Needle Play: Not even going to attempt to explain it. If you want info on all that Nii did and the yes and no\'s of this sexual play, go here: http://www.sexuality.org/l/bdsm/needle.html
Crucifying: Not unknown amongst the kinky. Infact, some people actually GET NAILED and such to a cross. Hazel just got tied and pierced down.
Stigma: The marks of Christ.
Medical tape: I love gagging, it\'s one if not my number one, fetishes. Originally he was going to get his mouth PIERCED shut, then bandages then corrupted me with pics of medical tape used for bondage. Sorry it wasn\'t pink tape. >>;
\"Crazier than an outhouse rat.\": A quote made by Mike on Mystery Science Theatre 3000. XDDD
The scar: Hazel\'s scar that Nii sewn in was Nii\'s name in symbols. Japanese, Chinese, Indian, hell if I know. Hazel cut it off, so who cares. XD This scar was a way of branding Hazel as his.
Lyrics?: I clearly avoided using \"Closer\" by NIN. It was too obvious and overused. So I used another NIN song. XDD
That\'s all! *collapse*
Hazel has thrown everything at me for writing this.
Dedication:
Rated: M [for Mature]
Warnings: WHOABOY. NEEDLE PLAY. Kink. Gagging. Bondage. Sacreligious related issues. Yaoi, even if there\'s no actual sex. If you are uber-sensitive to religious stuff, DO NOT READ.
Summary: \"Why are you doing this?\" \"I want to know what it feels like to have an angel under a human\'s control.\" Nii x Hazel.
Hanging like Jesus on this cross.
I\'m just dying for your sins,
and aiding to the cause.
Wrap my soul in bandages.
I\'m tired of this war.
Go ahead and cut me.
I can\'t even feel it anymore.\"
--Twist by Nine Inch Nails
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\"You\'re a cute little lad.\"
Six years old and he was all ready getting hit on. Not even even suited for the proper garbs or title quite yet, Hazel Glosse was still a young alter boy running errands for his Master. He stopped the moment he was spoken to, looking over at the man squatting behind the tree near to the church.
The man had a dirty grin, teeth yellow and one black. Whiskers abound his face, his body was covered with a dirty shroud. Hazel, yet, did not fear him. Just stood his ground about ten feet away, hugging a bible he was to deliver to Bishop Filbert Glosse.
\"Come here a bit closer.\" The man chuckled. He extended a clawed hand and gestured Hazel his way.
Hazel stared big, blue eyes at him. In one way, he knew what the man wanted. Yet in another, he was still quite naive. Perhaps this homeless wreck just wanted something from him? Money? Maybe. I mean, he was told appearances could be deceiving...
Still... there was an air to him. Not a trustworthy one, nor a sane one at that. Yet Hazel still didn\'t know if he should run away or step closer.
All until his view was block by long, black robes. The hobo blinked his blind eye and looked up towards the man who suddenly stepped in front of the little child. The elder bishop adjusted his small glasses. \"Is there anything we can do for you, kind sir?\" Filbert Glosse flashed his sweet smile. Hazel was a little awed at the man who raised him suddenly taking control of the situation.
The homeless man scowled and crawled back. \"No...\" he muttered. He didn\'t wait to be asked for help or warned nicely to leave the premises. He just hobbled back off to town without another word.
Once it was safe, Filbert looked back at his young pupil. \"Are you quite all right?\"
Hazel nodded slowly. It was then that he realized the danger he might have been in, if not for his Master.
Hazel, now a strapping young adult, slowly began to awaken from his dream. Memory induced dreams were nothing new to him.
Is that what I live to protect? People like that homeless man?
As his eyes began to open, and the dream-like state started to fade, he had one last thought on his mind.
No. I live to protect people like Master...
In that moment, coherency hit him. Hazel blinked a few times, before realizing where he was and what happened prior to his dream. He was in a forest, fire before him, Gato to the right. Gato, of course, did not sleep and either stared at him or the fire all night long. Hazel slouched against a large tree, sitting up straight. He cursed softly beneath his breath, squeezing his sore shoulder.
\"I feel asleep, did I?\"
\"Yes.\"
Hazel chuckled. \"Dear. After I insisted on staying up just a little longer.\"
Something about wanting to keep a look out for youkai, low stockage of souls in his pendant and seeing the stars under the canopies. Yet, his body wouldn\'t allow it and he drifted off.
\"How long was I out for?\" the bishop inquired.
Gato thought over the answer. \"... Few hours. Five, maybe.\"
\"Not too much, not too little, I guess,\" Hazel sighed. Sometimes he got none at all, sometimes he got two, sometimes he got ten. It all depended on how his body wanted to deal with his dreams. Nightmares, maybe. The past certainly did mar his subconscious. Damn it all if he should suddenly develop Post Traumatic Syndrome.
Gato watched as Hazel withdrew from sitting and got to his feet. His hat had fallen off during slumbering, and some of his bangs had become loose. He moved around the fire, feet scuffling against dirt.
\"Not going back to sleep?\" Gato asked.
Hazel shook his head. He had to push long, silvery bangs from his blue eye for doing so. \"Afraid I\'m not tired,\" he answered.
\"Where are you going?\"
Cranky little bishop he was, Gato\'s interrogation was tugging on his nerves. Though, he couldn\'t blame his servant. He\'d ask the same things should Gato suddenly wake up abruptly [if he should sleep] and wander off looking like a corpse [again, in AU purposes] in the process of becoming a zombie.
\"I saw a lake close by.\" Hazel pointed through a clearing between the trees. \"I\'m going to wash up.\"
Gato silently stared at him with yellow, cat-esque eyes. Hazel just smiled, as he usually did. To assure or to keep people quiet. \"You want me to go with you?\" the Indian inquired.
\"No. I\'ll be fine.\"
Gato didn\'t know if he could believe it. Call it superstition, but something in the air wasn\'t right. Humidity was thick. Stars were too clear. Moon was full...
Ah.
Ah. Ah. Ah.
Gato just nodded. He understood now. Hazel nodded back for no particular reason. He looked back at his hat... No. Swishing hand to it, he left it be. Relying on instinct and memory, he made his way into the woods to the lake. Gato watched him until a layer of night\'s darkness hid him from view.
Each time felt like the last time. But, you had to have faith.
Tonight, he\'d really need it.
With a swish and splash, Hazel ducked his head down and wet his face.
He shook his head, water droplets flying from the loose bangs. He lowered his hands back into the water, getting a look at his quivering reflection. Just above it was the equally shaking full moon. He tended to ignore it, paying attention only to his reflection. That night he was entranced, for some reason. Didn\'t move, waited until his reflection was clear and unmoving.
\"Oyasumiyasu, ne?\"
Hazel was only a little surprised when a new reflection loomed over his. Nii smiled into the water, hands tucked in his white labcoat. A cigarette hung limply from his pursed lips, smoke twisting from its red hot bud.
\"Correct,\" Hazel replied, \"Jyeni-han.\"
Nii chuckled and gazed up at the stars, the moon. \"Saa, the stars are bright tonight,\" he observed. \"Usually, I don\'t see them this often.\"
With a shuffling noise, Hazel stood. He smoothed his wet, dripping hands through his hair. It was enough to pin back those pesky bangs. \"Out here, your senses are enhanced, I guess. Nature tends to do that,\" he said.
\"Ah.\" Nii nodded in agreement. He adjusted his glasses, eyes lazy behind. \"What, pray tell, might someone like you be doing out in the middle of the woods so late?\"
\"I might ask you the same thing, Jyeni-han.\" Hazel smiled. It was a bit different. He tried to make it equal to Nii\'s smile, which hid other meanings and emotions. He failed at mastering it, but Nii could tell Hazel was still suspicious of him.
\"I was bored,\" Nii replied, shrugging. \"I went for a stroll.\"
\"Same.\"
Nii chortled, exhaling a cloud of smoke. \"Your friend is warming himself by the fire not too far from,\" he said. \"Saw him while I was walking by.\"
Hazel knew what he was implying. \"Why isn\'t he with you?\" \"Yes. He\'s a bit restless. Even for a corpse. I decided just to let him rest,\" he chuckled. He shook his hands free of the last bit of liquid, then dried them on his robe.
\"How kind of you,\" Nii chuckled. He placed two fingers to brim of his glasses, pushing them upwards. \"It makes things a lot more easier.\"
Hazel rose an eyebrow. \"What are you insisting?\" he demanded, softly.
Nii approached Hazel, like a raven swooping down on unsuspecting prey. Hazel started to turn, before Nii removed a small needle from his coat pocket. Popping off the protective cap, he slipped the tip of needle into his neck. The needle sliced through skin, piercing the jugular vein.
\"What are you--!?\"
Finger pushing inward, the liquid in the syringe left its tube and into the bishop\'s vein. Once inside, the drug went into action quickly. It spread into other veins, disabling nerves, reactions, slowing down certain parts and functions of his body.
Hazel\'s eyes widened as they sunk into his skull. His mouth dropped open, but nothing could be uttered. He tried, so hard. An occasional soft croak, nothing more. Something penetrated his brain, covering his eyes with a veil. In that moment, all clarity in his sight disappeared and a deep sleep wrapped around him in a heavy cocoon.
Hazel\'s eyes began to sink shut as his body fell forward. Nii, smiling as usual, slipped an arm around Hazel\'s waist. It prevented him from falling into the ice cold water. Nii grasped his chin and pulled him back to a stand, dropping his body against his. Hazel let his head fall back on Nii\'s shoulder, looking peaceful as he slept. His body limped, dead to the world, but very much breathing.
\"You look just like an angel,\" the doctor purred. He kindly brushed a strand of Hazel\'s hair behind his ear. Hazel\'s head dropped to the side, against the other\'s chest, listening to the heart beat that was hard to believe existed.
For a moment, the two stood there, like a devil serenading an angel to dance beneath the full moon.
\"He was human.\"
Gato didn\'t have the willpower to look back at the child. All he could do was continue to glare at the corpse with a bullet wound in his head. Gato\'s gun remained cocked at the man he had killed. Smoke still leaked from the barrel, and the man\'s fingers still reflexively twitched, like a dying roach.
\"I know.\"
Hazel grabbed at his torn shirt. The small child looked away, ashamed and still shaking slightly. \"Though I do not feel sorry for him...\" he whispered.
\"Not everyone...\" Gato breathed. His gun drew back; he was relieved. \"... is good. Human or monster.\"
\"I know.\"
Click.
Whiz.
Buzz.
Whirl.
When he first awoke, all he could hear was the clicking and clanking of random objects. The eerie sound of something metal turning, rusty and in need of oil. A soft hiss of steam. A bang in the distance, a growl of a machine. The unfamiliar hum of a rather large computer. The smell was rusty, yet sterile at the same time.
He saw nothing, even when his tired eyes were opened. Nothing but pitch darkness.
Though he heard, and he felt.
His fingers felt heavy yet numb. As they curled and fell back, he could feel slight pressure around his wrists. A familiar pressure gathered at his ankles.
Yet he continued to listen to the sounds of man\'s machinery around him.
He was afraid. Yet, at the same time, he was too dizzy to understand what exactly was going on. Everything felt so surreal, but he didn\'t have enough evidence or emotions at the moment to be completely terrified.
Nonetheless, he was fucking disturbed.
Above all the sounds of the things not of flesh and blood, he could hear his erratic panting in his ears. And apparently, so could someone else.
\"Oyasumiyasu, ne?\"
Suddenly, the darkness disappeared. It was replaced by a mingling blur of soft colors, before steadying to a somewhat normal picture. He could see a grinning Nii looming over him, holding the blindfold back from his eyes.
Strangely enough, despite all this, Hazel\'s response was rather tame. \"That\'s... right...\"
Nii smirked, proudly. He dropped the blindfold back over Hazel\'s eyes, who gasped tiredly in return. Nii walked around the metal slate of an operating table Hazel was strapped down to via wrists and ankles.
\"How are you feeling?\"
Hazel swallowed dryly. \"... I...\" He couldn\'t finish.
\"You\'ve been out for about two hours. The drug should reach its peek by now,\" Nii explained. He walked over to the sink, taking out a styrofoam cup from the cupboard above. \"I injected a fair amount of the drug in your system. The side effects should yo-yo.\"
Hazel could hear the water running from the sink like a strong waterfall. \"D--drug?\" he breathed.
\"That\'s right.\" Nii walked back to the table. He touched a wet hand to Hazel\'s blue lips. Hazel felt the water, and immediately licked his lips, licking Nii\'s moist fingers in the process. Nii kindly slipped a hand beneath his head and titled it up. He placed the cup of water to his lips, pouring the water slowly inside his mouth. Hazel swallowed it down as fast as he could, throat burning.
\"Easy now,\" Nii whispered, \"don\'t choke.\"
Hazel then coughed, choking on water just as he was warned. He felt it sting his nostrils, but paid it no mind. He felt his head lower back into cold metal. What was going on? And exactly why wasn\'t he screaming and lashing around? True he maybe couldn\'t lash about, but he could still scream. Even more now that his throat wasn\'t raw.
Hazel, right now, focused on clearing his lungs of the water he swallowed down the wrong tube.
Nii listened to Hazel cough, before taking a rag and drying his mouth and neck where the water had spilt. \"You don\'t seem to be too uncomfortable,\" Nii said.
\"I can\'t...\" Hazel tried to fathom some sort of feeling. Anger, hate, sadness, fear... \"I don\'t...\"
\"It\'s normal for you to be dazed,\" Nii reassured. \"I combined a non-lethal dose of a special drug of mine and a tranquilizer in your body. It was a direct hit into your system. You were knocked unconscious by it, but it took about a half an hour to get where you are now. Side effects inclue drowsiness, headache, and a little bit of impairment, heh...\"
Hazel slowly turned his head. He watched as the doctor prepared himself a tray of various utensils. \"Why... why are you...\" He swallowed again. The room felt cold suddenly. Hazel\'s groggy eyes switched to his body, and he noticed that he wasn\'t dressed. Infact, he was stark nude. Though all Hazel could manage was a surprised little groan. The drug was really screwing with his reactions, making them lazy, groggy.
\"Call it the curiosity of doctors.\" Nii\'s answer was followed by a loud snap of his latex gloves as he slipped one on each.
Hazel\'s little world spun for a quick second. He dropped his head to the side. He watched Nii with half lidded eyes that struggled to stay completely open. Not that he was entirely sleepy, just some of his muscles weren\'t working, properly or at all. For some reason, though, a few of his senses had been heightened.
Touch, especially. The metal bed, it was freezing. \"Cold...\" he whispered. His lips twitched for a split second. They hurt, they felt cracked, the circulation felt weak.
\"It\'s a nice temperature,\" Nii responded. However, he kindly turned the air conditioner down. He could be generous at least once. Well, twice, if you count the water. \"Your body will adjust.\"
Hazel just shivered.
Nii\'s gloved hands proceeded to sort out the instruments on the covered tray. Most, if not all, were needles. Cotton balls, alcohol, iodine, metal acupuncture nails, metal rings. All neatly spread out in a beautiful display of twisted silver. The last piece to the plate was a coil of black ribbon and lace.
Hazel slightly squirmed in his restraints. \"Why... can\'t...\"
\"You\'re not supposed to.\" Nii placed the tray on a cart, pushing it over to the side of the operating table. Hazel\'s eyes followed him without ever moving his head. Nii waltzed around the table, hand sliding through hair, checking each bind. Satisfied, he turned to his lab table again, taking styrofoam cup in hand.
\"I\'m giving you another thing to drink. It\'s not water, however,\" Nii informed. Hazel said nothing, just tugged lightly at his the leather wrapped around his wrist. It was beginning to bind into his skin.
Nii poured an ugly colored liquid into the cup, swishing it around with a spoon. He walked over to Hazel, took his head in his hand and lifted it. \"Drink it all,\" he ordered. He poured the drink into Hazel\'s gaping mouth. At first, it had a funny taste, but his body managed to choke it down. It ran down his throat and immediately attacked his hormones.
Nii chuckled as he happily made his way to his tray of goodies.
Hazel swallowed saliva and extra liquid. \"What... ah...\" His body suddenly made a little jerk. Heat wavered along his system, tightening and heating up his flesh. His groin pounded as he quickly felt the meanings for an arousal pump through his veins.
\"It\'s called Spanish Fly,\" Nii answered his unfinished question. \"It\'s an aphrodisiac.\"
\"Ah... sou...\" Hazel bit into his bottom lip. All these drugs in his blood, my God, it was a wonder he could speak at all.
The good doctor examined Hazel\'s chest. As if sizing it up, planning for something. \"We\'ll begin with your torso,\" Nii murmured. He reached back and plucked a cotton ball and alcohol from the tray.
\"W... wh...\"
\"Shh. Save your energy. And your breath.\"
Nii\'s tone of voice suggested, \"you\'re going to need it.\" Either way, Hazel\'s body spasmed when he began dabbing the wet cotton ball on and around his nipples. For what reason was unknown, but all he knew was it felt damn good. Nii gave his chest another quick rub down, the smell of alcohol pungent, the skin wet and tight.
Nii reached down in the cart, producing a white doctor\'s mask. He tied it around his head, half his face hidden behind the thin garment. The doctor took one of the silver acupuncture needles, stirring it in a glass of alcohol. He wiped it clean and dry with a tissue, before disposing of the tissue properly.
\"This might hurt,\" he chuckled, \"just a little.\"
Hazel opened his mouth to speak broken sentences. He then clenched shut with a squeak when Nii gave his left nipple a squeeze. He tugged it up, getting access to more skin, seeing around it. Very carefully, he pressed the sharp tip of the needle in the bottom center of the pink bud, before slipping it. The needle made a popping noise as it pierced flesh, slipping through thin layers of skin, and popping as it slipped out the other end.
Hazel, needless to say, cried.
Hazel\'s head dropped back with a thud. The pain caused a surge through his system. He could taste bile in his mouth. Rather than throwing it up, he swallowed it back down. His bonds jingled as his legs yanked around. When the jingling stopped, and Hazel\'s body went limp, Nii\'s muffled chuckle took over the silence.
\"I told you.\"
Nii padded the skin down with an alcohol pad. It was red, blood slightly leaking from each open end. The needle was six inches in length, three inches sticking out of each end. Hazel bit down on his bottom lip, furious but lost. When Nii pulled at his sore nipple again, Hazel\'s initial reaction was to pant and growl, \"Yam... yame...\"
\"If you just relax...\" Nii purred, slipping in the second needle. This time vertical, making a cross formation in the pulsating, red nipple. Hazel bucked, kicking his legs as freely as he could. Nii pushed a hand against his chest, keeping him still as he cleaned up the blood.
\"Why!?\" Hazel spat. He glared weakly at the man hiding behind glasses and a mask.
\"I told you,\" Nii moved himself and his cart to the other side of the bed, \"I\'m curious.\"
\"About... WHAT!?\"
Nii\'s gloved, freezing hand gently massaged the second nipple. It felt good, yet strange, but at least it was warming him up. Nii leaned over, breathing unusually warm air to Hazel\'s ear. Hazel found himself leaning his head closer. \"To see what an angel looks like under the control of a human,\" he whispered, tongue lashing against earlobe.
Hazel\'s eyes opened wide.
The first time didn\'t hurt as much as the second. Hazel got the same treatment on his other nipple as he did the first. Cleaned, needles stabbed through skin, blood wiped away. He couldn\'t see what the purpose was of two needles, but each were formed to look like a cross.
Hazel tried to pull his hands closer to his face, lashing it from side to side. The pain, he was numbing to it, but he knew Nii wasn\'t done. Not by far. \"Are you... are you done!?\" Yet he still troubled himself to ask, or demand.
\"Not yet.\" Of course that would be the answer.
Nii took a small, silver hoop from the tray--it looked much like an earring. New alcohol pad dabbing down the area o\'re Hazel\'s diaphragm, he opened the clasp. Pushing the needle against the skin, he very easily slipped it through the skin and out. Hazel gasped; luckily it felt just like a quick pinch. Nii clicked the clasp shut.
This new idea of \"fun\" did not end there. New piercings were added to his torso. Three more, to be exact. Each time, it just felt like a tug and a pinch. He was thankful for that much. He wished he could see what this all looked like. Stomach and chest covered with piercings that bubbled red to taunt skin, needles in his nipples.
The piercings, however. One below his belly button, two opposite one another on each sides of his stomach, and the first in the center of his chest.
\"That wasn\'t too bad, now was it?\" Nii inquired.
Hazel swallowed. \"Hn.\"
Nii unraveled the long lacey black thread. \"Good. Because it should be now.\"
Hazel blinked wide eyes and looked quickly at him. Nii slipped the end of the ribbon through the first hoop at the top, tied it and pulled it down to the one by his belly button. He slipped it through aforementioned hoop, then went back up to the first hoop. With a fierce tug, he pulled the ribbon hard, causing the piercings to pull at the skin.
\"AAH!\" Hazel screamed. His head fell back, eyes wide. He cried out in pain, lashing violently without thinking.
Nii repeated the process with the two other piercings, only horizontal, with another strand of ribbon. Regardless, it hurt like fucking Hell. And if he could see what exactly was behind the doctor\'s reasons for this other than pain, he would notice a black ribbon cross laying out over his chest.
\"Are you done?\" Hazel demanded, in a hoarse voice. He was impatient for an answer. Only seconds had pasted, and again he screamed, \"Are you fucking DONE!?\"
The doctor chortled. \"Lost all your tact?\" Nii was quite amused. \"No, I\'m not.\"
\"I command...\" Hazel panted tiredly, \"you release me.\"
Nii rose a set of long, acupunture needles between each of his fingers. Like holding a deck of winning cards. \"The fun has only begun,\" he purred.
Hazel growled, ready to shout, ready to scream, before his body lurched. It twisted when the alcohol rubbed along his thighs. Nii did this always before he pierced him. Was he planning to--
\"Where is my pendant?\" Hazel seethed in a low snarl.
Nii stopped rubbing his left thigh. He nodded over at a coat stand. Hazel gazed over, having to squint and adjust his vision. Hanging from one of the rack\'s branches was his golden chain and medallion. He was highly disappointed he didn\'t have possession over it, and how it hung so innocently in the open.
Pop.
The noise of the needle moving in and out of his skin seemed louder in Hazel\'s ears than anything else. My God, how it hurt! He kicked the leg to which his pierced thigh was not on. He wanted to squirm, but any sudden movement would cause more pain, in both chest and thigh. Nii wasn\'t just putting a couple in. He was having the time of his life sliding those needles inches apart from one another along his thighs.
Hazel wasn\'t surprised if whoever shared these quarters could hear him scream. Could hear him cry for mercy. Half his body was beginning to lose feeling. This... this perhaps was a good thing. Because then he wouldn\'t have to feel the pain. Needles ripping into his skin, turning it red, bubbling blood.
No, no, it made it worse. Lacking one sense improved another. The softer the pain, the louder the scream. The popping of skin, the scratching noise of needles that refused to puncture reluctant muscle.
Each needle was six inches in length. Nii made sure to even out both ends. The diameter was large, and the gauge white and 18. It would figure Nii took no mercy. Use the more painful instruments, there\'s never any warming up. Though maybe the entire being drugged and half thrown into oblivious oblivion was his way of \"foreplay.\"
\"How are you doing, tenshi-san?\"
Hazel\'s eyes rolled effortlessly forward. His tongue felt dry. He didn\'t know if he could talk. Even if he could, he had nothing to say. Nothing polite, that is. Nii was just fine with that answer. His smile reflected acceptance of being hated, of being looked down upon. He was used to it. These day, rarely anyone looked up to him as they did when he was a holy man.
\"I\'m almost done with your left thigh,\" Nii assured. Hazel wished he could smack him for that. Oh, as if he asked for this? Right. He wished Nii meant he was almost done taking them out.
\"Your... intentions...\" Hazel coughed. Nii gazed towards him. Light devoured one of his glasses\' lenses. \"I don\'t... understand...\" Hazel finished in a short breath. Why...? True, he wasn\'t like ordinary humans. But he wasn\'t anything extraordinary either. Without his power, he was nothing. Right?
He couldn\'t possibly be seen as a complete angel. No. Nii only called him \'tenshi-san\' because... Well...
Hazel clenched teeth when the last needle went into his thigh.
\"I told you. View it however you\'d like,\" Nii retorted, taking off his mask. The wheels on the chair he sat at squeaked as he moved back. Drawing to his feet, he went back to his tray. Hazel\'s head, much like a zombie\'s, turned to watch Nii tiredly. Nii paid him no mind, as if he wasn\'t there to begin with.
Nii pulled out a brand new set of hoop rings in an unopened package. He shook the bag to make it easier to open. The doctor left back to his chair, smoothly sailing at the foot of the operating bed. He unbuckled one of the ankle binds, whipped over to the other leg and undid the last one.
Hazel could feel little difference with his legs free. He could barely move them as it was.
Nii picked up one of his long, thin legs, looking over it. He traced a white finger from frail ankle, up along his calf. Hazel could feel his finger push into his skin. Instead of looking down, he looked up at the black ceiling. He hadn\'t notice the giant, spinning ceiling fan until now.
\"What\'re are you...\" The bishop paused to swallow saliva. \"... doing?\"
\"Finding points,\" Nii retorted. Push, push, ah. He stopped prodding muscles towards his knee. He laid the leg down again, moved and dragged the cart and tray over to his side. Hazel couldn\'t see what he was doing--dabbing more alcohol on a cotton ball. Somehow, he felt relieved he couldn\'t see much. He didn\'t know if he wanted to see.
If only he wasn\'t so weak. He\'d kick, struggle. All he could manage in his legs were the occasional twitch and peddling motions. Not enough to escape on, no. Nii pushed the wet pad against the point he had last pushed, then removed it. Pinching the flesh in his hand, he pulled it out. Hazel could barely feel that as well.
However, he did feel the sharp needle of the hoop ring pierce through and out the gathered skin. It bled, streaking red liquid down his calf. Nii was quick to attend the wound and clean the blood. Hazel\'s leg spasmed, causing a quick kick. Hazel noted that pain was bouncing all over his body. Either it was at his chest, or to his thighs or now at his le--
\"ARGH!\"
Hazel lashed his head side to side, thrashing his bound arms. Nii just had to go and put in another goddamn hoop.
What was he...
Hazel\'s eyes stung as his vision was fading to black. Nii noticed he was beginning to shake, much worse than before. He looked over his glimmering glasses, up towards Hazel\'s face. He was looking sicker than before, looking much--
Nii was up on his feet in a split second. His coat flew upwards as he stopped the third piercing down Hazel\'s right leg. He proceeded to his desk, grabbing his trash can. He marched over to Hazel, placed the trash can in front of his face and let him throw up in the can.
Nii was not disgusted, rather amused and complimented. He watched Hazel hack, retching loudly, bile, drugged liquids and food he had ate that night. He\'d take short intervals to breath, before another spasm of pain gathered in his solar plexus and pushed more content out of his system.
\"Poor little stomach.\" Nii feigned sympathy. He gently patted Hazel\'s stomach over the tightly wound black ribbons.
This only made Hazel growl as he let loose the last of the tainted stomach fluid. Nii watched Hazel pant into the garbage can, dirty saliva dripping from his bottom lip. The panting increased, throwing him into a hyperventilating fit.
Nii sat the garbage can down. He held Hazel\'s head, then pressed his hand against his mouth. \"Breath,\" he commanded. His voice was stern, serious. Hazel forced himself to calm down, not without biting into the hand over his mouth. Nii hardly looked pain at all. He waited until his breathing fit was over before pulling back bitten, gloved hand.
Hazel looked absolutely exhausted, the color in his face that of a ghost.
\"All this pain. It\'s irregular for your body, even for someone like you,\" Nii informed. He took Hazel\'s chin in his gloved hand, lifted his head a little, taking a cotton ball to his mouth. \"It\'s a big shock to your system. Still, you must be proud. You held out for a long while,\" he chuckled, wiping away the fluids around his mouth.
Hazel just glared at him behind black, exhausted and bloodshot eyes.
Nii just took it with a grain of sand. He tossed the cotton ball in the trash with the rest of the mess. He laid Hazel\'s head down for him, whose body balanced itself back out with shivers and convulsions. \"On a scale of one to ten, my little angel, we\'re at five. Half way done,\" the doctor said, pushing glasses to the crook of his nose.
\"Stop all this. Stop it all n--now!\" Hazel managed to snarl. It hurt his rancid throat, it hurt everything, but he didn\'t care.
\"Not done.\" Nii left it at that. He was in control. Hazel was the one tied down to an operating table. This spoke volumes more than words.
Hazel went back to ignoring everything around him. Shutting silver eyes with silver bags and silver lids, he lost himself to another world. Yes, a much more beautiful world. One so far from this one. One where his Master was still alive, and Gato... was actually happy.
No youkai.
No Nii Jyeni.
No pain.
Nothing.
Hazel\'s eyes, lost of all emotion and dyed a black, opened slowly.
A world with no pain was nothing.
It was death.
Long, beautiful, silky ribbons twisting along ivory like snakes in snow. Slipping through rings of silver, wrapping \'round and \'round pale legs. Around until ankles crossed one another, binding them together tightly. Rings pulled against skin, causing blood to surface and drip quietly from the wounds.
Cold, metal slate of a bed stretched on both sides. Skin around wrists moist and cool from release. Then, soft silk wound tightly around each. Arms stretched as ribbons tied around wrists reached out and tie to far ends of the table.
Head dropped to the side. Weak, tired and hurting.
\"You look like Christ, no?\"
He didn\'t want to open his eyes. Yet, he felt like he was forced to. As if the other had strings attached to his mind. Hazel\'s eyes reflected two images, then one, first dark then clear. Nii was looming above him like an Alp, up on the table to hang over him with his dark, wicked little smile.
That smile alone made Hazel sick.
It was then Hazel realized what position he was in. Legs tied together, arms spread apart at his sides. Yes, he was positioned like this on purpose. \"Crucifying...\" he groaned. He choked on saliva that gathered in the pit of his throat.
Nii cupped Hazel\'s pale, beautiful face in his hands. \"So many look at you like that man, you know,\" he breathed, hanging his face closer.
\"I never accepted the comparison.\"
\"But you accept the duties?\"
Hazel struggled a smile. \"It is... different than... the Son\'s...\" he whispered.
\"Would you accept the same fate?\" Nii inquired, tilting his head. Half his face was smothered in shadows. Right then and there, he looked like the devil himself. No, worse, perhaps. Like Satan before he fell. When all saw him as a good angel of God, never suspecting what he would do later...
Hazel\'s jaw clenched.
\"Do you want to feel it? What it must have been like?\" Nii offered in a sweet whisper. He brushed stubbled cheek to Hazel\'s clean one. \"That orgasmic pain?\"
Hazel looked at him as if he were insane. And according to the bishop, this man was crazier than an outhouse rat. However, he couldn\'t speak, not when something else got his eye. A silvery object, something that moved too fast to identify. Not until he felt a familiar sharp pain in the palm of his right hand.
Hazel looked over, horrified. His hand shook, fingers curling inward and out. A large gash was made in his palm, blood running down his arm, pouring off his hand. This hurt more than anything he had felt that night. All the needles, all the tugging of skin, they lasted for split seconds and melted into a subdued pain. But this cut was deep, this cut went past the needle\'s boundaries and not only did it sting, but it screamed.
Nii took Hazel\'s quivering, bound wrist in his hand, kindly massaging his thumb below the wound on his palm. \"Your stigma...\" he breathed against the open cut. He placed a kiss to the wound, lapping a little of the blood into his mouth. Hazel hissed like steam being released from his grit teeth.
Nii closed his hand over Hazel\'s bloody one and squeezed.
\"Agh!\" the bishop gasped.
\"Don\'t worry,\" Nii assured. Blood bubbled to the crevices of two hands pressed against one another. It dripped free, before the blood flow stopped a notch or two. The pressure of Nii\'s grasp was forming something of a minor tourniquet.
When Nii slithered off the pale body beneath him, the last thing he released was Hazel\'s hand. When he did, the blood was soaked into his own skin, highlighting and emphasizing the lines and folds in his palm and fingers.
\"Do you plan...\" A short intake of air. \"... to kill me?\"
\"No,\" Nii replied. He could understand Hazel\'s concern. He did mention asking Hazel if he would accept Jesus\' fate, which of course is open to speculation.
No, death was too boring. It was needed only when he couldn\'t milk the life out of something anymore. Death put someone out of their misery. True, they\'d be dead and unable to do anything more in their life, but there was something more pleasing about torture. One last look before killing someone at the man who has control over your life seemed too short a pleasure.
\"Ah, ou...\" Hazel\'s shoulders jumped when he felt a sudden, sharp prick in his forehead. His dizzy eyes looked upward, watching as a coil of barbed wire was wrapped securely around his head. The little metal pricks pinched his skin, but they barely touched him. He found it hard to believe they would remain in that harmless position for long.
Nii\'s slippery hands slid up Hazel\'s cheeks, threading through messy, silvery hair. Hazel struggled to keep his eyes connected with the ones hidden under glowing lenses.
\"The most painful and most pleasurable process will begin. I find it much more enjoyable if you close yourself to everything else around you but the emotions that surge throughout you,\" Nii murmured, pressing forehead to forehead.
\"Let... me go,\" Hazel retorted.
The bishop flinched, eyes squeezing shut. Nii grasped the back of his head tightly, his fingers digging into his scalp. The doctor took the opportunity to take his mouth in his own, tasting the sweet cavern inside. So unfamiliar; dear God, the desire to poison stung at his loins. The moans and whimpers that echoed in his mouth from the others was tempting, too tempting.
No.
These lips belonged to another.
That was fine, just fine.
Nii\'s lips broke away with a small click. A thin trail of saliva connected them. He smiled as the other panted heavily.
As long as he could play with his body, his affection didn\'t matter.
\"My little angel,\" Nii purred, slipping a roll of black medical tape on one hand. He peeled off the end and stretched it out. Hazel watched, not knowing exactly what he planned on using the tape for. No, it was quite obvious what that tape was for. Nii took a handful of Hazel\'s hair at the top of his head, forcing his head forward. Hazel replied to the sudden bolt of pain with a soft groan.
\"I\'m going to miss your cries.\"
With a soft, mellow screeching noise, the tape spread. It first pressed against his lips, before being spun around his head at least three times. Nii made sure the tape was on securely, before looking over his work. Hazel\'s soft moans of pain and disapproval could still be heard through the layered material. He forced himself to collect all his air through his nose now.
\"Fade out of this world,\" Nii ordered. Reached up and grabbed the blindfold. \"Let yourself fall into complete, uninterrupted bliss.\"
Hazel\'s glassy blue eyes saw Nii\'s smile one last time, before darkness overcame his vision and the blindfold kept him lost there.
Hazel had to rely on four senses now. Seeing and tasting were completely out of the question. His wounded hand felt numb, sticky from drying blood. His fingers twitched, trying to reach over to clasp the wound. His head moved to and fro, side to side, slowly, as if trying to pick up on noises from all angles. All he could smell was the rancid blood and cold metal.
His final sense, however, was hot. It burned with paranoia and fear.
\"How about a little music? That should help relax your senses.\"
Hazel turned his head to the source of the friendly voice. He heard soft footsteps along the hard ground, a little click and then music. Soft, uplifting and spiritual Indian music. The type he had heard when he first arrived in the borders of this country. It was mystic, exotic and sometimes a bit foreboding. It certainly fit this certain situation.
\"I\'m rather fond of the sitar. It has a beautiful melody, doesn\'t it? A little dark, even.\"
Hazel\'s mind was distracted from Nii\'s question that would receive no answers when the table beneath him lurched. With a rusty buzzing noise, it started to move upward, moving into a straight vertical position. The bishop could feel some of his weight shift downward, but not too much, thankfully.
\"Just adding the final touches before we begin.\"
Hazel wanted to demand what was going on. What was he planning. He knew Nii would avoid him, skip around answering, or give him some sort of riddle in return. He wished he wasn\'t weak, wished he wasn\'t restrained. Dammit, he wished he wasn\'t here at all. The soft throbbing pain in his neck covered by a bandaide reminded him of his mistake.
A smirk.
A screech of wheels.
\"Commence operation.\"
Hazel\'s body gave a sudden jolt that revived some of the pain in certain parts of his body. All the sudden, as if having not been warned, Nii\'s cold hands had suddenly grasped one part of his body he preferred be left untouched.
Nii took the underside\'s skin, pinched and pulled it down. Plucking needle from tray, he slid the needle through the layer of his skin. This caused an instant effect. Hazel squirmed his body, throwing his weight to the side. Not only did it hurt like Hell, but it felt incredibly orgasmic. Was this a natural reaction or was it all those drugs?
Either way, his sudden movement caused the barbwire around his head to dig into his scalp and forehead. Hazel cried into his gag, as the sharp tips ripped through skin. Blood slowly puddled around the fresh wounds.
Nii was quite happy with the reaction, however.
Sterilizing himself another needle, he pinched the skin below the swollen needle, and slipped it in. Hazel strained his head, his groan louder than before. Head fell back briefly on the table, thorn crown biting into the skin on the back of his head and tangling in his silvery hair.
The third needle went in slowly.
The pain and pleasure dragged out this time. Hazel\'s restrained legs softly rubbed against one another, ribbon ever so slightly tugging on piercings, thus tugging on skin. It didn\'t feel as bad as it did below his groin.
\"You\'re doing quite well,\" Nii complimented. He took the member in his head, padding the swelling skin over the needles with alcohol pads.
Hazel either felt proud or ashamed.
\"Just one more. This should be the one.\"
Hazel tightened his entire body. For the final blow. He prayed to God. Please, please, let me survive this.
Let him live to deck this man in the jaw.
Pulling the skin near the head was enough to cause a hurricane-esque pain to bubble in his groin. He knew what was going to happen if Nii put in this needle. It made him angry, more angry than anything else that had happened to him.
He wanted to do that for nobody else but...
In went the needle.
It was then Hazel saw what Nii meant when he wanted him to drown in his own world. For in that moment, Hazel saw a bright glowing light and thousands of colors before his eyes. His entire body felt itself free of anything, arching forward. His entire system flipped upside down, and with a muffled, loud cry into the medical tape around his mouth, he released all this surreal madness.
Nii smiled as he touched the white liquid on his cheek. He smeared it off, then proudly licked it off his fingers.
\"I\'m rather fond of this song. It\'s upbeat, don\'t you think?\"
Nii bit off the end of the tape, slapping it down. Gratefully, but still very much angry, the bishop laid out on his side on the now horizontal table. All the piercings had been removed, including the ones in his member. He curled up slightly, disappointed all this wasn\'t done. The blindfold was gone, but now this arms and legs were taped together, keeping him in place. The gag remained there, having not been removed.
\"You did very well, tenshi-san.\"
Nii stirred all the needles in a cup of slightly bloody alcohol. He took a pad of it, gently brushed back Hazel\'s hair and cleaned the small wounds on his forehead. Hazel was too tired and lost in a storm of emotions to pay him any mind, let alone look at him.
Nii checked Hazel\'s wounded hand, making sure the sutures were all tight and in place. It was important to clean up well. \"We have just one last thing to do...\" Nii informed. He put his mask back on, plopped in his chair and slid behind Hazel.
Nii took a needle and thread, promptly threading the needle. In due time, these would be removed. However, a scar would remain.
That\'s what was important.
Death ended everything.
However, a scar was there to haunt them for the rest of their life.
\"Is it true, what it says here?\"
Bishop Filbert Glosse paused his praying. He turned and looked down at his little pupil. Tiny Hazel sat at one of the empty benches in the church, a big bible in his lap. He pointed to a page, looking up at his caretaker. \"It says that we shouldn\'t do anything to our enemies. We just gotta leave them alone and God will take care of them for us,\" he said.
The bishop smiled. \"This is true. We must love our enemies, even if they hold nothing but spite for us, Hazel,\" he explained.
Hazel frowned. He looked back at the entry stating what he had just said. More intricate of course. He couldn\'t help but smirk, as if someone told a bad joke. He shut the book with no thought or consideration for the words he had read.
\"Hazel...\"
Someone is calling me.
\"Hazel...\"
I feel so weak. I don\'t even know if I can reply.
\"Hazel...\"
Am I dead? Is that... you, Master?
\"Hazel!\"
Hazel\'s dark blue eyes slowly opened. He winced, moaning when sunlight first hit his eyes. He crossed his arms over his face, hiding from the light.
For once.
The figure speaking to him picked him up and sat him under a shady tree. Hazel slowly dropped his arm. He looked up, weakly, tired, lost and confused. It was only until his vision regained perfect clarity that he saw the figure that had been calling him was Gato. Gato panted, looking worried. This was always a rarity to see anything else but apathy on his face.
\"G--Gato?\"
\"You\'ve been gone all night,\" Gato informed. He blinked when he noticed Hazel\'s bare hand. He took it in his own, turned it over. There was a scar, and stitches. He slowly gazed back into Hazel\'s sunken, swollen eyes surrounded by black bags.
Hazel knew what he was asking through those eyes. He needn\'t say a word. \"I don\'t remember much.\" Frowning, embarrassed, Hazel slipped a hand over his face. He flinched when fingers touched tiny little cuts on his forehead.
Gato gently ran his large thumb over the cut. He frowned, feeling empathetic for his master. He leaned in, pressing an apologetic kiss to the cut.
Hazel smiled tiredly at him. \"It\'s not your fault,\" he whispered. He touched Gato on his other shoulder, comforting him slightly. He knew the giant man felt horrible for not being able to protect him.
Hazel blamed no one but the devil.
In two meanings of the word.
Hazel stopped all sudden movements. Gato watched him, confused. Hazel felt a tug on his side. Slowly, ignoring all the bruises, tiny cuts, bandages, his fingers found stitches in his side. He had no perfect recollection of that night, but he knew he had not been cut along his side.
His fingers traced along the stitches. Then, he smirked. Ah, no, these sutures weren\'t to sow up any wounds. They quite clearly spelled out symbols to a haunting name.
\"Let this scar be a memory of tonight. Let it both haunt and please you.\"
He laughed. \"I beg to differ.\"
Hazel reached out a hand covered in rash from tape, weakly removing the small knife from Gato\'s belt.
\"Hazel?\" Gato was confused, worried. What was he--
The knife met skin and as quick as a bolt of lightning, it sliced down the skin. Hazel jumped, but did not scream nor even gasp. Gato was the one doing the gasping. Hazel\'s shaking hand dropped the knife. It bounced along the ground, splattering crimson liquid on the green grass. Blood gushed from the red, fleshy wound in his side.
\"As long as I got rid of that...\" he coughed. Twitching, he managed a smile to his friend.
Nii Jyeni... A human. I live to protect people like him?
Gato instantly whipped off his head bandana, sat Hazel back and pushed the cloth and his hand hard against the wound. It formed a tourniquet, the pressure decreasing the blood flow. For all their years together, Hazel still got shocked when Gato went out of his way to protect him.
It felt good. Despite the ache, despite the burning, despite the memories, this all felt good now. If he could feel much, he\'d notice tears at his lashes. He carefully wrapped an arm around Gato and dropped his chin on his shoulder.
And smiled.
No. I live to protect people like you...
OWARI
BOY LET ME TELL YOU WHAT.
That story was one head trip. I\'m sorry if it seems rushed or what-not. This happens every once and a while when a scene is dragged out. Example, the entire needle thing and another example is fighting scenes. If there\'s no intervals and such, it gets a bit hard for me. I tried my best to make it interesting as possible. But I managed to write it. Yay! Kind words are so loved. C&C is good, too, but I\'m wired so don\'t be a bitch about it. *heart*
Onto the notes!
Notes:
Anime or manga?: So are you wondering where this is set? In the anime, Nii and Hazel are on a friendly bases, but in the manga, the two have just met. So perhaps the anime. Even if I made the uniform black.
Post Traumatic Syndrome: Type of mental disorder, where something horrible happened in the past that scars and effects how you act in the present.
Drug: The drug used to throw Hazel into HAPPEEE LANDU is an original drug made by Nii. Why? Originally I was going to have him use Rohypnol (Flunitrazepam) (roofies) but the side effects for that drug would make it for a hard write. Before that I was going to use a heavy sleeping pill called Thriozolam.
Spanish Fly: An aphrodisiac made out of beetle parts! =D For more information, go here: http://honeymoons.about.com/cs/aphrodisiacs/g/SpanishFlyAphro.htm
Needle Play: Not even going to attempt to explain it. If you want info on all that Nii did and the yes and no\'s of this sexual play, go here: http://www.sexuality.org/l/bdsm/needle.html
Crucifying: Not unknown amongst the kinky. Infact, some people actually GET NAILED and such to a cross. Hazel just got tied and pierced down.
Stigma: The marks of Christ.
Medical tape: I love gagging, it\'s one if not my number one, fetishes. Originally he was going to get his mouth PIERCED shut, then bandages then
\"Crazier than an outhouse rat.\": A quote made by Mike on Mystery Science Theatre 3000. XDDD
The scar: Hazel\'s scar that Nii sewn in was Nii\'s name in symbols. Japanese, Chinese, Indian, hell if I know. Hazel cut it off, so who cares. XD This scar was a way of branding Hazel as his.
Lyrics?: I clearly avoided using \"Closer\" by NIN. It was too obvious and overused. So I used another NIN song. XDD
That\'s all! *collapse*
Hazel has thrown everything at me for writing this.