[Thread - complete!] The uninvited guest.

[larandorder]

Who: Larxene [larandorder] and Teru Mikami [dr-mikami].
Where: Asclepius Hospital.
When: Night-time.
Summary: Mikami shouldn't have to be alone.
Rating: R for heavy violence and psychological abuse.

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[dr_mikami]

He hurt. That was all Mikami knew as he jolted awake - he was in shooting pain, running down his arm from his hand. He tried to open his eyes to look around, figure out why it hurt, but it was pitch black. Was the power out? What was going on? Why was he in so much pain?

He tried to call out to a nurse, but there was something filling his mouth that he nearly gagged on. He tried to move the hand that wasn't in agony, but it seemed to be restrained by something. Nothing was making any sense, there seemed to be no way out, and he was terrified. Already he was starting up the familiar mental prayers for God to light his path through the darkness.

[larandorder]

Lovely! He was utterly helpless and couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't flee, he couldn't see, he couldn't even scream as his mouth had been filled with 100% cotton. How beautiful wasn't this? Provided that there wasn't a jerk walking in on them, nothing could spoil this special evening.

But let's not get sentimental here. She forced his other hand against the other bedpost and carried forth with the task of more-or-less crucifying him with the nail gun. With a resounding "BAP" the second nail was driven in, and Mikami now looked like a disfigured T-shaped little thing as he laid there. And then, just because she knew he could hear her, she decided to amplify the terror just a little bit.

"See, Teru? I told you I'd come and visit you. Don't you just feel special now?" Oh, like it mattered if he found out. It was either her or Mello, and Mikami would probably probably be able to tell the two apart based on weight and the shapes of the hands that were toying with him unless the kind hospital staff had lobotomized him or

[dr_mikami]

A faint muffled whimper emerged from behind the mask as the nail entered his hand. The pain was incredible. He started to struggle somewhat with his legs, flailing at the weight atop him, but he froze as he heard the voice.

Larxene. Mikami had dreamed of the girl recently, dreamed of deleting her for the greater good. No, not just a dream - a vision. This was the confirmation that the vision had been God's will. The girl was a sinner in every way. And now she was tormenting him.

Unfortunately, he had no way to delete her as he was - strung up and helpless. He just had to pray that God intervened this time.

[larandorder]

For all her hardships lately, in Mikami she finally had something that could put a smile on her face. The muffled cries of pain, the fruitless attempts to break free, the bloody misery the wounds bestowed upon him... Yes, Mikami did everything a toy was supposed to do; entertain, amuse and bring a smile to its owner. The best thing that Teru tried to resist no matter how futile it was, which only sweetened the deal even further.

"Oh, Mikami! Is that how you greet an old friend? Really, do you know how much effort I had to make just to see you for a few minutes? Really, I'm heartbroken! Can't you at least show a little..." She paused, drilling yet another nail into his hand, "... Appreciation?"

She was so going to hell for this.