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Thread: Til the end [Seimei and Nisei]

Who:Seimei (

confatale) and Nisei (

e_clipsed)
What: Meeting up
When: A while after the conversation here.
Where: Room 309
Rating: To be safe- R for violence, language, most likely some m/m stuff

Seimei never makes it a habit to wait for others, if anything they should wait for him. So after agreeing to see Nisei he goes back to what he was doing before- flicking through the pages of the notebook reading what other people are writing. It is mildly amusing sometimes, other times it is utterly irritating. Seimei doesn't mind too much, he never gives most people here another thought.

Now that Nisei was here too... he wonder if other's may eventually show up.

Soubi.

Ritsuka. Although Seimei would not admit it, there was a gap missing in his memories of that he was sure, however he couldn't recall anything regarding his brother. He considered discussing the matter with his brother but decided against it. After all, Ritsuka seemed to have trouble getting over the fact he was not dead. Well, it would just make things more interesting later on.

There was mild surprise at Nisei's apparent... loyalty. Though Seimei was inclined not to belive it- not completly. Not yet. He'd have to work on keeping Nisei in line. After all... he may be in need of his fighter in this rather peculiar place. As long as they were useful, Seimei was willing to play nice.

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The moment he received that first message in the journal, he had to admit he stopped breathing for a second before he remembered himself and penned a reply. At the easy and careless words he got in return, all the bitter and resentful feelings he’d kept locked up since his defeat came pouring out in his writing, in his sarcastic and clipped responses.

But then the simple sentence of “Mine until the end~?” had brought everything to a halt. And he’d had nothing else but “Yours until the end~” to say in return because he really was Seimei’s after all.

So it was no surprise to him when, in no time at all, they were already agreeing to meet up in his room, and Nisei couldn’t deny the apprehensive thudding of his heart in his chest. With a brief glance at the numbers on the door to verify they were 309, he raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

Seimei looked up from his notebook, putting down the pen. He had been about to comment on someone's entry but seeing as his guest was here, he closed the book and rose. Ah, Nisei. Loyal till the end. That was a flaw and quality, Seimei never allowed the binds of 'names' to direct his actions. Other pairs were so close, so loyal, so... involved. Seimei never had been.

Soubi had been a means to an end. And so had his true Fighter.

"Come in, Nisei." He called after a brief pause, which he took to strech out and brush off the invisible specs of dust from his jumper.

An easy smile on his face, Nisei opened the door and slipped inside. “Hello, Seimei~” he said, brushing back a few stray locks of his dark hair. He had managed to regulate his heartbeat and was now trying to maintain a look of relaxed disinterest.

He was pretty sure it wasn’t that convincing, not with him.

He remained standing where he was, observing Seimei through curious eyes. Something seemed different about him, but Nisei would not say a word. He just waited for anything to happen, feeling strangely out of place in the other’s presence.

Of course he could tell.

Seimei turned his eyes to Nisei, he wore the same easy smile he always wore. Confident and a little dangerous, he didn't have to pretend around Nisei, he *knew* what Seimei had done. Unlike Ritsuka. The sacrifice stared at Nisei for a few moments and then he frowned momentarily.

It was not possible.

"I can't feel you."

That string that tied every fighter to their sacrifice and every sacrifice to their fighter. It was not there. Nisei was nothing, there was nothing. Even his bind with Soubi seemed momentarily more real than his bind with the true Beloved ever had been.

“What?”

Not the most articulate response, but it was the first word his mind threw at him.

Nisei moved closer to Seimei, the smile completely wiped off his face. A frown had replaced it, different emotions shifting in his eyes. Confusion, skepticism, and finally realization.

“No.” His denial was said quietly, really not much of a denial at all. He hated how he had immediately known what Seimei was talking about.

“It’s not possible!”

Seimei resisted the urge to roll his eyes at that. For one, he was seriously too shocked to snap something at the other. While not placing a high value on his Fighters... the Beloved bond had been real, it had been there and though in the end Seimei walked away and ignored it-

-for it to be gone... it was as if Nisei were dead. "It shouldn't be possible, since you're not dead."

Seimei debated his next actions careful. "Can you still feel me?" his question was carefully poised and Seimei narrowed his eyes in thought.

He was determining whether Nisei would be of any use to him after all. A pity if not, but no great loss.

“Well, obviously I’m not dead,” Nisei snapped, barely holding back a snarl. His arms were crossed, almost in an unconscious attempt for a defensive position. He was watching Seimei closely, wondering what was in store for him now.

Without the bond, he was almost useless. No, wait, there was no almost. In Seimei’s eyes, he was useless.

And life just continued to get better.

Carefully considering Seimei’s question, he closed his eyes with a sigh and concentrated. “Yes,” he finally answered. “You’re still there.”

He couldn’t help but wonder what this would mean to his sacrifice.

"You'd be surprised at the large amount of people running around claiming to have been dead before arriving here." Seimei smiled and there was nothing plesant in that smile. The guy- no, genome next to him. Kuja. He had 'stopped' moving.

The Sacrifice was considering everything. Though this place seemed peaceful Seimei was under no illusions that there was something about this world which was not right and what better protection than his fighter? Of course, that was all void without the bind but-

-Seimei gave a sigh, which could mean anything or nothing and stepped closer to Nisei an easy smile falling on his features. "Well then, it's not a total loss now is it? Unless you're lying." The smile fadded into an unplesant look.

Seimei was not the forgiving kind.

A shiver ran down his spine, but Nisei still held Seimei’s gaze. “I’m not lying,” he said firmly. And he really wasn’t. Their bond was there, a little vague but there nonetheless. It wasn’t very reassuring, to say the least.

He didn’t have to contemplate the situation too much to know that Seimei wasn’t happy with this turn of events. It had probably hindered whatever he had planned for this place. And Seimei was a person who didn’t like it when things didn’t smoothly go his way.

Nisei sighed. “What now?” he inquired, turning slightly away from him.

"Aren't you?" Seimei posed the rhetorical question and stepped closer, hand going inside his pocket.

Of course this was unexpected, inconvenient, a little surprising and also displeasing. Seimei didn't know what he felt about it, other than the fact the bind was gone.

The hand reached out effortlessly to grasp Nisei's neck and turn him towards him. "As I said, it may not be a total loss, as long as you're not lying." He let it hang, Nisei knew he would be sorry if this was all some sort of lie.

He merely blinked rapidly when those fingers closed around his throat, pressing down with a threatening pressure. Facing Seimei again, by force, Nisei gazed at him calmly, lips in a thin line. “All right, I understand that,” he said, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

To say this position was uncomfortable would be an understatement.

He said nothing more, having learned his place with Seimei a long time ago. Let him do the talking, the planning, all that stuff the dominant Sacrifices do. Just follow him and his orders because you’re his to command. It was simple enough.

Seimei raised his free hand, the Beloved marking clear on the back of it. "Do you? You. Are. Mine. Don't you ever forget that." He'd done it with Soubi but he was not above doing it with Nisei too- carving the name on his throat. But then he smiled and dropped both of his hands.

Both hands went back into his pockets and he tilted his head. "I'm still surprised you're standing here Nisei." he let the name roll of his tongue with a little bit of mockery behind it.

"Or are you simply waiting to return the favour?" Betraying Seimei in return, he leaned closer looking up at the other with a smirk.

Nisei laughed softly, his lips curving up in a smile. “I couldn’t ever forget, Seimei,” It was a light statement, more for himself than the other. His eyes were locked on the Beloved marking in a reminiscent way.

Hands loosely resting on his hips, his gaze traveled up from the marking to Seimei’s face. “Do you really believe that I could do the same to you?” The flicker of resentment in his eyes was quick.

But he continued smiling at him evenly.

"Maybe a reminder would be helpful, in this place people seem to forget things far too easily." he pulled back and gestured with his hand as he stepped back into his room motioning that Nisei followed him.

The question had Seimei glancing back at his Fighter. Seimei's plesant smile said everything. But of course he believed Nisei could do the same. Though he picked up on the resentment and his smile widden as he pulled back.

"Don't forget I know you best."

In this game, Seimei was the best.

Somehow keeping a falsely pleasant air around him, Nisei followed him. “A reminder?” the smile turned into smirk. “Perhaps it will keep me from forgetting anything at all~” He was treading on dangerous ground, he knew. But the words seemed to just spill from his mouth, uncalculated and completely careless.

It was exhilarating.

There was no doubt Seimei believed him equally capable of every bad thing he had done.

“Only because it’s useful.”

Oh, what a game this was.

Seimei gave a laugh, amused by his Fighter's sudden... carelessness? He was being provoked into something and Seimei was not fond of that. Did Nisei really think he could call the shots of this game? When Seimei had been playing this game since before he knew of Nisei's existence.

"You were never much like Soubi." Now he had been submissive until the end, even when Seimei had no use for him. Then again- the small blade he kept in his pocket was in his hand and he smiled at Nisei.

"Then let us remind you. To keep you from forgetting anything."

Only as long as it's useful.

He didn’t know what he wanted to gain from this intentional provoking of Seimei other than that brief, fake feeling of actually leading him that was going to quickly be stamped out. “Of course I’m not like him,” A derisive laugh. “Never will be,”

If this was a way of dealing with the betrayal, then it was awfully stupid. Nisei wasn’t sure he wanted to know, he really didn’t want to know. Face it all blindly and maybe it won’t be so bad.

“Well. I’m waiting, Seimei.”

And how long would the usefulness last?

"A pity that." Seimei continued in the same tone of before, if Nisei was fishing to provoke him he was not doing too badly. Of course, this was also what Seimei wanted- the exhilarating reassurance that he was indeed in control of the other. That there was nothing to be lost.

It was awfully stupid.

"Then it'll be rude of me to keep you waiting." His free hand went to slowly undo the buttons of Nisei's shirt enough to expose his collar. Then Seimei brought up his knife without thinking much about it.

Blood was dirty and it got everywhere, but it was nothing a shower couldn't remedy.

Seimei digged it into the flesh and felt the warmth substance at his fingertips while he moved the blade to carve out the first letter.

How long would it last? Well, that was to be seen.

Nisei had watched him slowly unbutton his shirt, his heart racing faster. He had been about to open his mouth to say something sarcastic when -

Fuck. That hurt.

At the first touch of the sharp blade upon his skin, he bit down on his bottom lip harshly to hold in any whimper or sound of weakness that might escape. His blood was red, a shocking red that was glimmering on the knife, staining those slim fingers, his clothes.

The first letter, B, done and now the second letter, E, was started.

Suddenly, nothing seemed sure.

Seimei didn't stop smiling while he did this, it was far from plesant his smile though. It offered no comfort, no pity, no explanation, nothing for this action. It simply was because he could.

Of course it hurt. The way he drew the knife deep to scar but not deep enough. Seimei had perfected this with Soubi.

L. It was a simple letter followed by an O. Seimei traced that one twice. Slower the second time as his eyes flicked up to Nisei's face. Finally he moved on to V.

More blood and more letters.

Nisei vaguely wondered if he was losing too much. Because you know, that was how people died sometimes, from blood loss. Needless to say, it wasn’t a very comforting notion.

Neither was this.

He glanced down and their eyes met as the O was being traced and refined. But there was no speaking. This seemed to be a silent process. He knew his gaze probably spoke volumes as it always had.

The knife pieced his skin again, past the V and at the next E. And the pain spread from the wound outwards, everywhere at once.

No, Seimei wasn't about to damage Nisei that much. He knew how much it was needed to hurt- hurt without it being deadly. He felt the blood run down watched it stain his Fighter with satisfaction.

His, his, his.

D.

Seimei dropped his hand, red substance dripping from his fingertips. "There," he laughed and turned from Nisei to go into the bathroom. Seimei took a brief moment and rinsed his hands and the knife, he also picked up a towel and then returned to Nisei.

"Sit." he commanded.

Nisei’s eyes fluttered closed and he sat without a second thought. He was trying to even out his irregular breathing, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his chest. The images of what had just occurred were laid out before him in his mind, and he felt strangely detached.

Hurt, just hurt.

He looked up and opened his mouth to say something, but the words were gone.

All gone.

He realized he really had no right to complain. If anything, he had practically asked for all of this.

He had and Seimei had complied because it was teaching Nisei a lesson. It was a reminder in case he ever got any ideas, in case he ever doubted anything, in case he even considered the notion of betrayal. Seimei would kill him without a second thought.

Seimei watched as Nisei sat down and pursed his lips in distate. Blood. Dirty. He towered over his Fighter and pressed the towel onto the wound to keep the blood from staining even further. It wasn't an act of charity, it simply annoyed Seimei to have to clean up a mess.

"Hurts, doens't it?" He practically whispered the words, pleased about the results.

He winced as the towel was placed rather roughly. A pause at the question, a breath, and he sighed.

“Yes.”

It was a simple and straightforward answer.

Nisei wondered if the bloodstains would come out of his clothes and came to the decision that no, they wouldn’t. He would have to change and deal with the mark on him carefully. He wouldn’t be forgetting this any time soon.

Yet the question of what now? still lingered in his mind. Just this did not satisfy him.

Like a well-trained pet, but Soubi still had been a better behaved Fighter, Seimei wondered if Nisei's defeat at Soubi's hands meant the other was better? Hm. That was something to ponder on, to perhaps taunt Nisei with.

"Good." A simple and straightforward reply.

Carelessly wipping the towel over the blood, Seimei pulled it back to examine the raw marking with pleasure. His fingers went to brush it- careful not to make it bleed again- after all he had just washed his hands clean.

He smiled. "You're waiting for more?"

“Hm.”

He was weak, and it made him angry at himself. To have lost to Soubi had made him lose any – if they had existed – redeeming qualities Seimei might have seen in him. There was no simply going back to how things had been before, not anymore.

The contrast of those clean fingers with the rawness of his skin stood out sharply to him.

“I don’t know,” he said, his eyes wandering. “Is there more?”

Seimei thought for a moment and then he smirked. Yes, well he placed no high value on either of his Fighters. He disliked the notion of being hurt during a spell battle, all that dirt...

"Weren't you asking for this? Isn't this what you wanted?" Seimei asked dismissively, voice amused but still dangerous. "Of course there is." Once Seimei found the weaknesses... he would exploit them to the end.

...Somehow he felt rather close in this case.

“I’m not sure if getting this,” Nisei lightly brushed his fingers against the marking. “was exactly what I had in mind.”

He had no idea where this conversation was headed. It was vague and had so many words with veiled meanings. It was almost as if he was realizing that this was how all their conversations seemed to be - obscure, thin, and thought out by Seimei.

“But is there, really?” He looked up at him from under his lashes, hesitant with his actions this time.

"Then what did you have in mind?" Seimei asked with fake coyness. He had a few guesses where this was heading and for now it all seemed rather convenient to play along. His Fighter was proving to be a little more fun than expected.

Of course, Seimei never trusted Nisei. He only told him what he needed to know, what suited Seimei that he knew.

"Yes. There is. Are you curious, Nisei?" the smirk was wider now as he leaned over the other.

“Oh, several things,” Nisei replied, well aware of the false coyness. And so he played along as well since it seemed to appeal to him at the moment. He knew Seimei wasn’t the type to just do things if there was nothing in it for him, but curiosity was pulling at him, drawing him nearer.

“You know me best, Seimei, what do you think?”

A light grin was playing about his lips now. He had moved closer, anticipation shimmering in his eyes.

Seimei's eyesbrows went up at that comment, well, seemed like Nisei had finally shown a backbone and he was not quite how Seimei recalled him to be. That was just fine, it only made this harder but entertaining all the same.

"Maybe I don't care about what you want. Even if I know it" Seimei had leaned closer, close enough to the other, he withdrew his fingertips from the flesh in order to continue undoing Nisei's shirt.

"It's dirty."

“Dirty, dirty, dirty,” Nisei was watching Seimei’s interesting reactions with a sort of self-satisfied look. “Everything’s dirty,” he breathed.

He was surprised at his actions, wasn’t feeling very much like himself. This place – this place changed people, made them feel as if there was nothing in the world to lose. And there actually wasn’t.

He didn’t know what the limits were, what Seimei would allow or not. It was complicated yet not.

Seimei knew the limits so very well. He was playing and if his toy broke in the process? He could always get a new one... however, this toy need not be broken yet.

"Yes, including you." The other replied and backhanded Nisei. That self-satisfied looked had irritated him.

Within the confines of this place... there was something wrong. Seimei didn't trust this place. It was wrong and there was something to be paid for all this. Something someone wanted. He had to be ready for whatever happened.

Now Nisei’s cheek was stinging along with the faint pain in his chest. How nice. Though, actually, he really should have expected that move. Messily sprawling on the bed, he stared up at the ceiling blankly.
“Yes, I know I’m dirty as well,” he said airily, gesturing vaguely with a hand.

Then he glanced at Seimei from his position, still with the blank look.

It was something Seimei would do. He watched Nisei sprawled on his bed, wrinkling the neat sheets and his lips curled in distaste. "I don't think you do." the Sacrifice replied, he rested his knee on the edge of the bed looming over the other and Seimei moved closer, hand on the bed now as he balanced himself.

"I don't think you understand. At all." How deep Nisei was digging himself now. Maybe it was because he knew Seimei may need him here.

How irritating.

"Don't get any blood on my sheets."

It was a bit surprising to Nisei how so much could happen in their first meeting in this place, this supposed paradise. His eyes followed Seimei’s movements with carefully regulated interest – he didn’t want his other cheek to sting, too – and he started to say, “If you think I don't understand, then –” But he cut himself off.

No, that was going too far. It would be too…direct.

And he didn’t doubt that it would probably earn him another backhanded blow.

“Don’t worry, I won’t.

This place was strange. Unpredictable. Nisei had discovered a rather interesting game and Seimei was between annoyed and amused. Not that either of those emotions showed on his vague smile.

Oh yes, he wanted Nisei to give him another reason to hurt him. Hurting was good and Seimei was better at it than anyone he knew.

"You don't expect me to touch you while still wearing that bloodstained shirt?" Seimei asked wrinkling his nose as he sat up again, choosing to sit next to Nisei rather than hoover over him.

Nisei, a smile on his lips now, arched his back up and, with some maneuvering, managed to slip off the stained shirt completely. “There,” he said, sketchily rolling it up. “Now I’m not wearing it anymore,”

If someone were to ask him what he was expecting to get from this game they were playing, he would have no real answer. Perhaps he was simply masochistic and enjoyed this twisted attention. Or maybe it was just the atmosphere of this place. Either way.

“Though I suppose it doesn't makes a difference,” he was debating between simply flinging the shirt to the floor or not.

Seimei placed his palms on the matress and leaned back comfortably as he watched his Fighter with a smile. His eyes were entirely blank so he could have been thinking anything or nothing. Oh Nisei, still so easy to manouver like this.

"You're so desperate for attention, Nisei. Why don't you go whore yourself with some of the inhabitants of this castle?" His tone was so plesant, as was his smile.

Moving his hand, Seimei used one fingertip to brush alongside Nisei's arm lightly.

A glance. “They don't seem worthy of my body, so I don’t think I can do that.” Somehow, Nisei kept his tone neutral, his eyes clear of any visible emotion. Tangled, he was getting tangled in this web of sharp words and retorts that they were weaving with one another.

“Besides,” he was pushing it here. “Whoring myself out sounds so vulgar.”

That touch was feather light and sent sparks through him.

"Oh so now you're better than that?" Seimei was looking at him with one of his charming smiles. It meant nothing, Nisei knew that. It was a good mask for hiding whatever mockery was going inside Seimei's head.

Tangled and Seimei was pulling the strings harder, reeling him in- because he was in control. No one else. "So you're mine, to do as I please." He didn't ask, he stated.

"I think I'll just kill you, after all a useless fighter-" he withdrew his touch.

“Of course, of course, I’m yours,” Nisei didn’t fight the statement. After all, the letters scarring on his body were more than enough for the truth. “But – ”

Oh, that smile. That smile that could fool all but those who knew him well, which weren’t many. He wasn’t sure he could count himself in that group. Just as he thought he was getting somewhere close, a dead-end popped up and he was suddenly back at square one as if he’d never advanced.

“Fine,” he said carelessly. “Do as you wish since I’m yours,” What was more hurt on top of betrayal to him?

Seimei moved so quickly and without any hesitation he backhanded Nisei once more. While he disliked getting dirty, he was not above it when it was needed to be done. Part of him supposed that this bitterness was of his doing. Betraying his Fighter.

Then again...

The teen laughed. "I was not asking for permission, Nisei."

But then instead of another sharp blow, Seimei's cheek was pressed against the other's hair in what was a nuzzle. Playful, kind, like the Seimei who had looked so carefully after Ritsuka.

Shock.

That was the only word that could summarize what Nisei was feeling at the moment. His cheek was red besides stinging once more, but he had noticed none of that. Seimei’s cheek in his hair had wiped his mind clear of any thoughts and, suddenly, he didn’t know what to do.

Permission. Permission? Forget it. He didn’t care.

He wanted more of this display of kindness, wanted to grasp it in his hands and not let it slip away. Arching the slightest bit, he moved slightly closer.

Acceptance, did he crave it that much?

Seimei had always been so selective with his displays of kindness. Only Ritsuka... he knew it should have been only Ritsuka, but now he couldn't recall what he was certain should have been there. Those memories... he was going to have to ask Ritsuka later on.

The fact he didn't care was a problem. It was no fun. Seimei wanted him to care, he wanted him to suffer.

The Sacrifice didn't move, allowing Nisei to move closer, he smiled and shifted to pat Nisei's hair as if he were a little child who understood nothing. Who knew, maybe it was simply mocking the other a bit more.

To Nisei, if this was all just to use as mockery against him later on, it didn’t matter.

Something like this didn’t happen every day, and he was pretty sure it hadn’t happened much at all before. This closeness was nothing relative to Seimei, it was the exact opposite. He was dominance and commands. This – it was too good to be true.

And Nisei really didn’t think he wanted this to blow up in his face. It seemed like that would literally hurt.

Slightly uneasy, he breathed in Seimei’s scent.

It was going to hurt and Seimei was going to enjoy making it hurt. He was going to enjoy twisting the knife so deeply to mark the other again. To remind him. He belonged to Seimei but Seimei did not belong to him.

Pulling slightly away, Seimei shifted himself on the bed to draw Nisei close, patting the other's hair still- slow, even pats.

"There, there," his tone was mocking despite the warmth of his gestures now. "It'll be fine."

After all, he needed to see if his Fighter was still of some use.

And Nisei had no doubts that he could be of use.

But the mocking words reached his ears and he tensed up. Fool, he was a complete and utter fool. A deep breath and he pulled away. “Of course it’ll be fine,” he said sharply, looking at the wall. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

It would never be real, and that wasn’t fine, it wasn’t okay. Everything would always have some ulterior motive that he would have to follow because, really, did he have another choice? His Sacrifice was a very particular person, and as the Fighter he was just at the hands of the Sacrifice.

Just to be of some particular use. And an easy look formed on his face.

Seimei felt him pull away and smiled rolling so he was laying on his back staring at the ceiling. Then he laughed and it was a plesant, vibrant, happy laugh. He offered no other answer to the Fighter folding his hands on his stomach.

Nisei was of use and as long as he was... Seimei would put attention to him. Even without the bond. His smile fadded a little at that. That did not suit his plans at all.

"We have better see if you can Fight. In case anyone else we know shows up" He harboured no illusions, it could get ugly if they did. And Seimei was not a fan of the possibility of getting killed.

That just did not suit his plans.

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