To all the naughty little boys (Active/Closed)
Characters: Makoto Itou, Zetsu
Setting: Princess Bedroom => Attic
Time: Day 006, afternoon, while Mio and Kaoru are bonding over their twin-ness
Summary: Makoto tried to get frisky with Mio earlier--now Zetsu is going to teach him that no means no. Unless, of course, you're saying no to a large, angry, overprotective plant daddy ninja with a vendetta who also happens to have a hot poker.
Warnings: Zetsu's a grumpy person. Also, LOLtorture, at least somewhat graphic. Poor Makoto.... :'(
Zetsu was not a man who was adverse to lying. While he favored the truth in general as being better and simpler to keep track of, he knew the usefulness of deception as part of the day-to-day life of a shinobi. Thus, he didn't bat an eye when he told Mio that he needed to shower and tend to his bandages; it was only a half-lie, after all. Both of those things were true. It was just that he had neglected to mention the other errand he needed to do while he was out for that purpose. She probably wouldn't approve of it, and he didn't like to be separated from her for so long, not after what had happened last night....
But that was all the more reason to get it done quickly, and now, when she wouldn't have to know about it. The incident would still be fresh on Makoto's mind and have a more powerful impact, and she could remain protected and unaware--sometimes, taking care of people and making sure they stayed safe meant having to do unpleasant things. This was just one of them--like having to assassinate someone who would stir up a civil war. Hardly anything of consequence to her.
He took the time to go downstairs to the Grand Room, coaxing a fire into existence on the kindling and urging it to catch one of the smaller logs; the heat was pleasant, and he left the fire stocked and ready to grow at its own pace, making a quick visit to the kitchen. A few things grabbed from there, plus one or two supplemental things from the store room, and he was ready to go.
Perhaps he should have been disturbed at how calmly and easily he was preparing for all this, how simple it seemed, even how pleasant it would be to vent some of the undirected rage he couldn't possibly turn towards the phantasms, who had done such a similar thing to him. He considered that, accepted that he was, in fact, a disturbed person--he had never claimed, after all, that he was anything but a bad person, a villain, someone who couldn't associate on level with humans because they were not his own kind--who was thoroughly mad and not in a very good way, and left it at that. He'd long ago known that fact, after all.... It still upset him, but he preferred not to think about that too deeply, so it wouldn't trouble him. And besides, ninjas did torture all the time, this should be nothing to him.... It wasn't like he shouldn't be used to stuff like this. And besides, his partner was even pleased, too. He liked the thought of bloodshed, wanted to play.... He was hungry. He was always hungry. And lately, with the way the cold was, desperately moreso.
Finally, he was back in the Rose Hallway where he needed to be, scanning the area with sight that made a mockery of the walls around him. Makoto was easily recognized, and quickly found, amusingly within the singularly feminine Princess Bedroom. He made his way over to the door, smiling at the irony and to make the visit all the odder, and knocked politely.
Setting: Princess Bedroom => Attic
Time: Day 006, afternoon, while Mio and Kaoru are bonding over their twin-ness
Summary: Makoto tried to get frisky with Mio earlier--now Zetsu is going to teach him that no means no. Unless, of course, you're saying no to a large, angry, overprotective plant daddy ninja with a vendetta who also happens to have a hot poker.
Warnings: Zetsu's a grumpy person. Also, LOLtorture, at least somewhat graphic. Poor Makoto.... :'(
Zetsu was not a man who was adverse to lying. While he favored the truth in general as being better and simpler to keep track of, he knew the usefulness of deception as part of the day-to-day life of a shinobi. Thus, he didn't bat an eye when he told Mio that he needed to shower and tend to his bandages; it was only a half-lie, after all. Both of those things were true. It was just that he had neglected to mention the other errand he needed to do while he was out for that purpose. She probably wouldn't approve of it, and he didn't like to be separated from her for so long, not after what had happened last night....
But that was all the more reason to get it done quickly, and now, when she wouldn't have to know about it. The incident would still be fresh on Makoto's mind and have a more powerful impact, and she could remain protected and unaware--sometimes, taking care of people and making sure they stayed safe meant having to do unpleasant things. This was just one of them--like having to assassinate someone who would stir up a civil war. Hardly anything of consequence to her.
He took the time to go downstairs to the Grand Room, coaxing a fire into existence on the kindling and urging it to catch one of the smaller logs; the heat was pleasant, and he left the fire stocked and ready to grow at its own pace, making a quick visit to the kitchen. A few things grabbed from there, plus one or two supplemental things from the store room, and he was ready to go.
Perhaps he should have been disturbed at how calmly and easily he was preparing for all this, how simple it seemed, even how pleasant it would be to vent some of the undirected rage he couldn't possibly turn towards the phantasms, who had done such a similar thing to him. He considered that, accepted that he was, in fact, a disturbed person--he had never claimed, after all, that he was anything but a bad person, a villain, someone who couldn't associate on level with humans because they were not his own kind--who was thoroughly mad and not in a very good way, and left it at that. He'd long ago known that fact, after all.... It still upset him, but he preferred not to think about that too deeply, so it wouldn't trouble him. And besides, ninjas did torture all the time, this should be nothing to him.... It wasn't like he shouldn't be used to stuff like this. And besides, his partner was even pleased, too. He liked the thought of bloodshed, wanted to play.... He was hungry. He was always hungry. And lately, with the way the cold was, desperately moreso.
Finally, he was back in the Rose Hallway where he needed to be, scanning the area with sight that made a mockery of the walls around him. Makoto was easily recognized, and quickly found, amusingly within the singularly feminine Princess Bedroom. He made his way over to the door, smiling at the irony and to make the visit all the odder, and knocked politely.