[X] 100 Fubaru Themes (009)
009: King @ 100_themes:
Fuuma/Subaru, Nataku.
009: King
Kanoe had told him sarcastically that the "King" was in his "throne" room with his little pet and didn't wish to be disturbed, but Subaru somehow felt confident enough to go at it despite her bitchiness that evening. Besides, he knew she was just angry at their Kamui because he insulted her on a whim in addition to refusing to do anything she artfully suggested. He wondered if she knew she wasn't secretly in charge after all.
It didn't matter anyway, he supposed, because in the end the world would end or it wouldn't end, and it would either be the both, one, or none of them that did it.
He didn't really know, though he somewhat fancied a particular option.
As he fast approached the "throne" room, he could vaguely make out the sound of laughter - Nataku's laughter, he assumed - and at once it felt out of place, as if it shouldn't belong in a place dedicated to the destruction of humanity. Nataku laughed again, and at what he didn't know, but it followed by a playfully rue-sounding, Daddy!, which fell apart into giggles again. The door to the room was ajar only slightly, but it still gave Subaru a glimpse at what was happening.
Nataku held his ear with his hand and smiled at "Daddy," the King, as he said something softly to Nataku that made him giggle tiredly like a young child. Then he rest the ear his hand held on the King's open lap and looked up at him adoringly as Fuuma stroked his head delicately.
For some reason, Subaru oddly had difficulty swallowing.
"Do you still have an earache, Kazuki?"
Subaru saw Nataku nod and then heard their Kamui sigh.
"Just a little bit and I'm sure the medicine Satsuki found for you will make it go away."
A few moments of silence and inactivity passed before Nataku asked, "Daddy, does this earache make me human?"
Daddy chose his words carefully. "I don't know, Kazuki, but...even if it didn't, that wouldn't matter. I don't care what you are, so you shouldn't, either, because I'd love you either way."
"I love you, too, Daddy," Nataku murmured, and it was obvious he was nearing his version of sleep. "Thank you for...taking care of me..."
As the King closed his eyes and rest his head against the back of his "throne," Subaru drew back from the door, the surrealistic scene still very fresh in his mind, and he wondered how much of Fuuma's words were truth.
Fuuma/Subaru, Nataku.
009: King
Kanoe had told him sarcastically that the "King" was in his "throne" room with his little pet and didn't wish to be disturbed, but Subaru somehow felt confident enough to go at it despite her bitchiness that evening. Besides, he knew she was just angry at their Kamui because he insulted her on a whim in addition to refusing to do anything she artfully suggested. He wondered if she knew she wasn't secretly in charge after all.
It didn't matter anyway, he supposed, because in the end the world would end or it wouldn't end, and it would either be the both, one, or none of them that did it.
He didn't really know, though he somewhat fancied a particular option.
As he fast approached the "throne" room, he could vaguely make out the sound of laughter - Nataku's laughter, he assumed - and at once it felt out of place, as if it shouldn't belong in a place dedicated to the destruction of humanity. Nataku laughed again, and at what he didn't know, but it followed by a playfully rue-sounding, Daddy!, which fell apart into giggles again. The door to the room was ajar only slightly, but it still gave Subaru a glimpse at what was happening.
Nataku held his ear with his hand and smiled at "Daddy," the King, as he said something softly to Nataku that made him giggle tiredly like a young child. Then he rest the ear his hand held on the King's open lap and looked up at him adoringly as Fuuma stroked his head delicately.
For some reason, Subaru oddly had difficulty swallowing.
"Do you still have an earache, Kazuki?"
Subaru saw Nataku nod and then heard their Kamui sigh.
"Just a little bit and I'm sure the medicine Satsuki found for you will make it go away."
A few moments of silence and inactivity passed before Nataku asked, "Daddy, does this earache make me human?"
Daddy chose his words carefully. "I don't know, Kazuki, but...even if it didn't, that wouldn't matter. I don't care what you are, so you shouldn't, either, because I'd love you either way."
"I love you, too, Daddy," Nataku murmured, and it was obvious he was nearing his version of sleep. "Thank you for...taking care of me..."
As the King closed his eyes and rest his head against the back of his "throne," Subaru drew back from the door, the surrealistic scene still very fresh in his mind, and he wondered how much of Fuuma's words were truth.