[ CASTLE / fanfiction, chapter 5 / R / smut, darkness ]
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A Castle of Silence and Bones
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005.
this is an elixir of power
(if you cannot get what you want, then you do not want it)
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Kiku storms in the next morning, disregarding the shattered glass on and about the left wall of the room. His eyes yield to a silent fury, and Yao would have been perturbed, had he not been so used to the other's anger by now. There is a hint of something else, but he refuses to acknowledge it--it is always easier to pass the motive off to hate, after all.
"The cooks are up in arms, will you not eat their food?" It is a command, not a question.
Yao opens his mouth, wants to say that this is not his food; that this is not his place to eat or drink and he would be more likely to starve to death than to touch that would-be-poison, only to close it without a word.
What is the use, after all--?
Without warning, Kiku approaches. Instinctively, Yao flinches, only to be completely caught off-guard when the other grabs his chin, tilts his head, and forces the liquid contents of a vial down his throat. Spluttering and coughing, he shoves his captor away; that liquid has no taste.
For once, Kiku does nothing when Yao is gasping and wheezing (for death) on the floor. Impassively, he watches (waits).
It sets in, all at once, and he finds himself succumbing to the bliss and draught of unconsciousness. His eyelids are heavy, he cannot keep them open for much longer (is this death? he wants it so much--so much), and images of scenes he cannot place run through his leaden mind. A forest, a cry; four children and an animal. Broken hearts, sad songs; a promise that never could have been kept.
They exist; all of them do--though he cannot place a single one of them in his mind.
Arms, two of them, take hold of the middle of his back and the crook of his knees. This godforsaken mattress, Yao feels it underneath him. Slowly, slowly, he is set atop it, and then he feels his mind (his world) spin and shake and break apart completely.
Bending down to pick up the fallen vial, Kiku examines it, without emotion. His gaze drifts from the vial to Yao, and then to the shards of broken glass, littered about the floor. He pockets the container, spares a final glance towards his prisoner, and ignores the sparkling pieces altogether.
(Yao sleeps like the dead.)
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