Togaochi 2/9
I feel Komui is too angsty throughout this story. Also, I cannot always stay in time period and I know it.
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Gratuity in this chapter: gratuitous evil!Linali, gratuitous scones (of evil)
Title: “咎落ち Togaochi”
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Komui, Tyki, mention of Linali
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: gratuitous gratuity, evil!Linali, angsting
Word Count: 803
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man not mine.
Komui Lee was human, not an Accommodator, twenty-seven years old, male, Chinese, and accidentally responsible for the decimation of the Black Religious Order.
“I freed us, Niisan. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Wonderful. Komui hit his head on the table between the poached eggs and the crescents. Oh, she wasn’t keeping him here; no one was. She wasn’t going to chain him.
Linali was Togaochi, which should have already killed her, but the Dark Boots were still under her will. His hypothesis, by no means satisfactorily tested, was that she so completely and honestly believed that the Order was evil that she had convinced her Innocence. If he had known… if he had known before it had been too late for Headquarters… but he hadn’t, he had only the situation now. Stay with Linali or… not, and that really said all that needed to be. No one was trying to get him to do anything, like put his scientific genius or knowledge of the remnants of the Order to their use.
Not wanting to continue that line of thought, Komui turned his efforts to groping at the general direction where he thought the coffee pot was. There was a clink of china right beside his face, causing him to open his eyes.
A man, a Noah, in a tall top hat was pouring him tea.
“Coffee,” Komui croaked.
“Tea is better for you and the proper drink of a man.”
“A proper gentleman wouldn’t wear his hat at the table.”
The Noah graciously removed it, revealing the marks of his crown of thorns. Few in the Black Religious Order actually believed in religion. Komui had never heard of Christianity in his youth and had no connection to it in a more than scientific manner, but even he felt something.
He drank his tea. It was black tea, neither coffee nor green tea, but the worst parts of both. One of his Order’s greatest enemies was sitting across from him, buttering toast. It was so absurd that Komui laughed in the middle of a sip of his tea and coughed and choked. How many Exorcists had this Noah killed? How many Finders? How many in the destruction of Headquarters itself? Who had he killed? Jeryy? Reever? Johnny?
The Noah broke the silence amicably, as though they were colleagues or friends down to breakfast together. “You might be pleased to hear, though I doubt it, that our sisters have hit it off and are now Best Friends Forever.”
“I wonder what the effects of swearing blood sisters with a Noah would be for an Exorcist.” Komui refused, refused, to let any part of him but the scientist speak.
“None are obvious yet.”
“I hope they used a sterile knife,” the scientist murmured, because yes, he was worried about tetanus or contamination when Linali was willing sharing blood with a Noah in a ritual of a fourteen-year-old girl and an even younger one.
The Noah put a pastry covered with blueberry jam in front of him. “Eat, Komui Lee.”
“You have me at a disadvantage, sir, for you know my name and I do not know yours.” Just fall back on formality.
“Tyki Mikk, obviously of the Noah Clan.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“No really, the pleasure’s all mine.”
That was likely completely true. Komui bit into his crumpet. It was the best food he had ever tasted in his life, barring none, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head. He could barely keep himself from spitting it out.
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“Nothing. You can go where you want, here or on Earth proper. You can ever rejoin what remains of your Order, if you want to fight against your sister.”
Komui’s eyes narrowed.
“She’s not in any danger from us, you know. It’s cute, the Akuma’s Exorcist. She won’t stop till she’s destroyed the Order.”
Komui wasn’t terribly fond of the Black Order itself. After all, they had taken away his sister. Humanity as a whole he wasn’t ready to see destroyed, though.
“I’ll never leave Linali, but I won’t help you.”
“I never expected otherwise, Supervisor.”
He flinched. Those who called him that were dead.
The Noah laughed, a dark chuckle at his discomfort. Komui urged himself to lock away pain and anger. In his mind he saw rows and rows of coffins, some draped with an Exorcist’s silver star, most not. The thought made him calm and cold and almost cruelly pragmatic. He finished his pastry and drank more tea.
“You understand then,” he said uninterestedly.
“I believe I do.” Tyki caught his wrist above the tea pot and brought it to his mouth to kiss the back of his hand. He put back on his hat and tipped it slightly as he rose. “Good day to you, sir.”
Other chapters
Gratuity in this chapter: gratuitous evil!Linali, gratuitous scones (of evil)
Title: “咎落ち Togaochi”
Fandom: D.Gray-man
Characters: Komui, Tyki, mention of Linali
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: gratuitous gratuity, evil!Linali, angsting
Word Count: 803
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man not mine.
Komui Lee was human, not an Accommodator, twenty-seven years old, male, Chinese, and accidentally responsible for the decimation of the Black Religious Order.
“I freed us, Niisan. Isn’t it wonderful?”
Wonderful. Komui hit his head on the table between the poached eggs and the crescents. Oh, she wasn’t keeping him here; no one was. She wasn’t going to chain him.
Linali was Togaochi, which should have already killed her, but the Dark Boots were still under her will. His hypothesis, by no means satisfactorily tested, was that she so completely and honestly believed that the Order was evil that she had convinced her Innocence. If he had known… if he had known before it had been too late for Headquarters… but he hadn’t, he had only the situation now. Stay with Linali or… not, and that really said all that needed to be. No one was trying to get him to do anything, like put his scientific genius or knowledge of the remnants of the Order to their use.
Not wanting to continue that line of thought, Komui turned his efforts to groping at the general direction where he thought the coffee pot was. There was a clink of china right beside his face, causing him to open his eyes.
A man, a Noah, in a tall top hat was pouring him tea.
“Coffee,” Komui croaked.
“Tea is better for you and the proper drink of a man.”
“A proper gentleman wouldn’t wear his hat at the table.”
The Noah graciously removed it, revealing the marks of his crown of thorns. Few in the Black Religious Order actually believed in religion. Komui had never heard of Christianity in his youth and had no connection to it in a more than scientific manner, but even he felt something.
He drank his tea. It was black tea, neither coffee nor green tea, but the worst parts of both. One of his Order’s greatest enemies was sitting across from him, buttering toast. It was so absurd that Komui laughed in the middle of a sip of his tea and coughed and choked. How many Exorcists had this Noah killed? How many Finders? How many in the destruction of Headquarters itself? Who had he killed? Jeryy? Reever? Johnny?
The Noah broke the silence amicably, as though they were colleagues or friends down to breakfast together. “You might be pleased to hear, though I doubt it, that our sisters have hit it off and are now Best Friends Forever.”
“I wonder what the effects of swearing blood sisters with a Noah would be for an Exorcist.” Komui refused, refused, to let any part of him but the scientist speak.
“None are obvious yet.”
“I hope they used a sterile knife,” the scientist murmured, because yes, he was worried about tetanus or contamination when Linali was willing sharing blood with a Noah in a ritual of a fourteen-year-old girl and an even younger one.
The Noah put a pastry covered with blueberry jam in front of him. “Eat, Komui Lee.”
“You have me at a disadvantage, sir, for you know my name and I do not know yours.” Just fall back on formality.
“Tyki Mikk, obviously of the Noah Clan.”
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“No really, the pleasure’s all mine.”
That was likely completely true. Komui bit into his crumpet. It was the best food he had ever tasted in his life, barring none, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head. He could barely keep himself from spitting it out.
“What’s going to happen to me?”
“Nothing. You can go where you want, here or on Earth proper. You can ever rejoin what remains of your Order, if you want to fight against your sister.”
Komui’s eyes narrowed.
“She’s not in any danger from us, you know. It’s cute, the Akuma’s Exorcist. She won’t stop till she’s destroyed the Order.”
Komui wasn’t terribly fond of the Black Order itself. After all, they had taken away his sister. Humanity as a whole he wasn’t ready to see destroyed, though.
“I’ll never leave Linali, but I won’t help you.”
“I never expected otherwise, Supervisor.”
He flinched. Those who called him that were dead.
The Noah laughed, a dark chuckle at his discomfort. Komui urged himself to lock away pain and anger. In his mind he saw rows and rows of coffins, some draped with an Exorcist’s silver star, most not. The thought made him calm and cold and almost cruelly pragmatic. He finished his pastry and drank more tea.
“You understand then,” he said uninterestedly.
“I believe I do.” Tyki caught his wrist above the tea pot and brought it to his mouth to kiss the back of his hand. He put back on his hat and tipped it slightly as he rose. “Good day to you, sir.”