FIC: KHR, "There's a Ghost in Me"
Title: There's a Ghost in Me
Series: KHR
Characters: Belphegor; Rasiel and Squalo
Words: 425
Rating: PG-ish, for a slight bit of creepiness and a tiny bit of Squalo's mouth.
Summary: The world is full of ghosts.
Notes: Set vaguely some time before Rasiel BECOMES A ZOMBIE comes back to life. Title ripped from "Ghosts" by Ladytron. This needs more editing, I know, but I really can't stand looking at it anymore, so I'm just going to put it up here and ignore it now OTL. All character property of Akira Amano.
The world is full of ghosts. It’s something a prince knows, and this Prince especially. They are everywhere, moaning and groaning, hiding in boxes and closets and hearts. He’s seen them, their sad mouths opened in pleading shapes, banging on walls like they’re the very lids of coffins. Sometimes they scream and cry, carrying on, and sometimes they just fall to the floor, marionettes on rotted strings. But sometimes, ever so rarely, there are the special ones.
“Brother~” he says. He stretches a hand out, trailing fingernails down the not-there face of his most precious, most favorite ghost, and smiles solicitously. Gold light streams in through the windows, sparkling like broken diamonds. He smells, so very very faintly, the coppery stench of their perfectspecialroyal blood. Ah, brother, he sighs. So nice of you to come, ushishishi. Not that you have anything better to do.
Have you missed me then, dearest little shit brother? Now that you’ve gone and surrounded yourself with peasants, you must regret that little accident with the knives, hm?
Nope~. But…is it lonely, I wonder? No heaven for you, after all. He hums, pulls the tiara from his hair, softly, reverently. There’s no answer, and the silence feels distinctly haughty. Shishishi. You’re dead dead dead, he whispers, voice bubbling and gleeful, but we’ll always be together. The Prince laughs, loud, louder, high and wild, fingers cutting into the silver of his royal crown. It’s his, always was and will be, no one else fit to bear the mantle of the royal line, but that doesn’t mean he’s alone. His brother, a shadow at his side, the reflection in the looking-glass. Always, always, he is there, a second smile hidden behind his own, peeking around the edges, another set of fingers, clasping his in the dark, another heart beating in time. He is himself, and the other, he is both, and he is more. He is the prince, the one, but not the only. He laughs, his brother an inverted echo, his twisted mirror-self, and they are perfectly in sync, as always.
The door crashes open, and pretty pretty silver hair, Squalo’s yelling at him, to “cut out the fucking racket!” Rasiel curls around him, a loving noose for his neck, a sweet poisonous fog in his lungs, and the crown slips back on Belphegor’s head.
“You first~,” he says, and happily follows when Squalo storms back out of his room, cursing and spitting like an angry cat. The world is full of ghosts, it’s true. But sometimes they’re just so delightfully alive.
Series: KHR
Characters: Belphegor; Rasiel and Squalo
Words: 425
Rating: PG-ish, for a slight bit of creepiness and a tiny bit of Squalo's mouth.
Summary: The world is full of ghosts.
Notes: Set vaguely some time before Rasiel BECOMES A ZOMBIE comes back to life. Title ripped from "Ghosts" by Ladytron. This needs more editing, I know, but I really can't stand looking at it anymore, so I'm just going to put it up here and ignore it now OTL. All character property of Akira Amano.
The world is full of ghosts. It’s something a prince knows, and this Prince especially. They are everywhere, moaning and groaning, hiding in boxes and closets and hearts. He’s seen them, their sad mouths opened in pleading shapes, banging on walls like they’re the very lids of coffins. Sometimes they scream and cry, carrying on, and sometimes they just fall to the floor, marionettes on rotted strings. But sometimes, ever so rarely, there are the special ones.
“Brother~” he says. He stretches a hand out, trailing fingernails down the not-there face of his most precious, most favorite ghost, and smiles solicitously. Gold light streams in through the windows, sparkling like broken diamonds. He smells, so very very faintly, the coppery stench of their perfectspecialroyal blood. Ah, brother, he sighs. So nice of you to come, ushishishi. Not that you have anything better to do.
Have you missed me then, dearest little shit brother? Now that you’ve gone and surrounded yourself with peasants, you must regret that little accident with the knives, hm?
Nope~. But…is it lonely, I wonder? No heaven for you, after all. He hums, pulls the tiara from his hair, softly, reverently. There’s no answer, and the silence feels distinctly haughty. Shishishi. You’re dead dead dead, he whispers, voice bubbling and gleeful, but we’ll always be together. The Prince laughs, loud, louder, high and wild, fingers cutting into the silver of his royal crown. It’s his, always was and will be, no one else fit to bear the mantle of the royal line, but that doesn’t mean he’s alone. His brother, a shadow at his side, the reflection in the looking-glass. Always, always, he is there, a second smile hidden behind his own, peeking around the edges, another set of fingers, clasping his in the dark, another heart beating in time. He is himself, and the other, he is both, and he is more. He is the prince, the one, but not the only. He laughs, his brother an inverted echo, his twisted mirror-self, and they are perfectly in sync, as always.
The door crashes open, and pretty pretty silver hair, Squalo’s yelling at him, to “cut out the fucking racket!” Rasiel curls around him, a loving noose for his neck, a sweet poisonous fog in his lungs, and the crown slips back on Belphegor’s head.
“You first~,” he says, and happily follows when Squalo storms back out of his room, cursing and spitting like an angry cat. The world is full of ghosts, it’s true. But sometimes they’re just so delightfully alive.