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Title: Three Things Cain Doesn't Regret (and One He Does).
Fandom: Count Cain.
Characters: Cain, Riff, Alexis, mention of others.
Prompt: 033 - Too Much.
Word Count: 400.
Rating: PG (for violence)
Summary: Four drabbles: "The first time he kills - the first time he thinks he kills..."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Count Cain and all associated characters, settings, etc., belongs to Yuki Kaori-sensei. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others. Three of these are based on actual moments in the manga - one is not. Blatant spoilers for Godchild Book 6 (and implied for Book 7) in the fourth drabble - don't read if you don't know/don't want to know - the others are spoiler-free. :)
The first time he kills - the first time he thinks he kills - he does it out of self-preservation. But not out of revenge. His first wish is to inform himself of his own danger - adding the poison to his father’s pipe is, perhaps, rash, but also necessary. If his father fails to kill him with arsenic in his tea, he won’t just give up, clap him heartily on the back, and announce a truce. No. Keeping himself alive is one thing… but he must be thorough.
(It isn’t until his father threatens to shoot Riff that Cain feels truly wrathful.)
~-~-~-~-
The first time he really kills - even if his hands are only soiled indirectly - it is solely for revenge. After his parents, a distant cousin trying, however half-heartedly, to kill him should be less surprising… and painful. But when he sees his friend murdered and realizes that it should have been he who died, he knows he cannot let it go without retribution. His plan is formulated quickly, but it works all the same. He scares the daylights out of Riff, but after he explains Riff understands, as he always does.
(Hurting him is one thing… his friends, another entirely.)
~-~-~-~-
The first time he shoots his new gun - the first time his hands, and his alone, are bloodied - he does not miss. The man is still stunned at being shot by a child, even as his knife drops and he falls backward almost slowly. Then Riff is running toward him, shouting in fear, and the blood is pooling beneath the man - beneath the body - and the gun barrel is still smoking and his hand isn’t trembling, not even a little.
“I’m sorry, Lord Cain - I should have-”
“I’m all right,” Cain says.
(He shouldn’t be - really - but he is.)
~-~-~-~-
The first time Cain sees him, afterwards, it’s like a whole new betrayal, all over again. And another when he speaks, and doesn’t look at Cain. And another when he leaves, and doesn’t heed Cain shouting his name - though Cain’s pleas for him to return remain unvoiced.
(He could have - ought to have - shot him in the museum and been done with it, but he couldn’t, and he regrets it. Regrets that he, for the first time, didn’t kill when he could’ve… and that some part of him still wants Riff to come back to him, all on his own.)
END
My Little Damn Table.
Title: Three Things Cain Doesn't Regret (and One He Does).
Fandom: Count Cain.
Characters: Cain, Riff, Alexis, mention of others.
Prompt: 033 - Too Much.
Word Count: 400.
Rating: PG (for violence)
Summary: Four drabbles: "The first time he kills - the first time he thinks he kills..."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: Count Cain and all associated characters, settings, etc., belongs to Yuki Kaori-sensei. The only profit I make from this work of fiction is my own satisfaction and, possibly, the enjoyment of others. Three of these are based on actual moments in the manga - one is not. Blatant spoilers for Godchild Book 6 (and implied for Book 7) in the fourth drabble - don't read if you don't know/don't want to know - the others are spoiler-free. :)
The first time he kills - the first time he thinks he kills - he does it out of self-preservation. But not out of revenge. His first wish is to inform himself of his own danger - adding the poison to his father’s pipe is, perhaps, rash, but also necessary. If his father fails to kill him with arsenic in his tea, he won’t just give up, clap him heartily on the back, and announce a truce. No. Keeping himself alive is one thing… but he must be thorough.
(It isn’t until his father threatens to shoot Riff that Cain feels truly wrathful.)
~-~-~-~-
The first time he really kills - even if his hands are only soiled indirectly - it is solely for revenge. After his parents, a distant cousin trying, however half-heartedly, to kill him should be less surprising… and painful. But when he sees his friend murdered and realizes that it should have been he who died, he knows he cannot let it go without retribution. His plan is formulated quickly, but it works all the same. He scares the daylights out of Riff, but after he explains Riff understands, as he always does.
(Hurting him is one thing… his friends, another entirely.)
~-~-~-~-
The first time he shoots his new gun - the first time his hands, and his alone, are bloodied - he does not miss. The man is still stunned at being shot by a child, even as his knife drops and he falls backward almost slowly. Then Riff is running toward him, shouting in fear, and the blood is pooling beneath the man - beneath the body - and the gun barrel is still smoking and his hand isn’t trembling, not even a little.
“I’m sorry, Lord Cain - I should have-”
“I’m all right,” Cain says.
(He shouldn’t be - really - but he is.)
~-~-~-~-
The first time Cain sees him, afterwards, it’s like a whole new betrayal, all over again. And another when he speaks, and doesn’t look at Cain. And another when he leaves, and doesn’t heed Cain shouting his name - though Cain’s pleas for him to return remain unvoiced.
(He could have - ought to have - shot him in the museum and been done with it, but he couldn’t, and he regrets it. Regrets that he, for the first time, didn’t kill when he could’ve… and that some part of him still wants Riff to come back to him, all on his own.)
END
My Little Damn Table.