Umineko no Naku koro Ni - Ice and Fire. Beatrice/Almost Everyone
Title: Ice and Fire; Love and Hate.
Fandom: Umineko No Naku Koro Ni (with hints of Higurashi no Naku koro Ni)
Pairing: Beatrice/almost everyone, Lambdadelta/Bernkastel
Rating: T
Spoilers: For the whole anime series I think...
Author's Notes: I haven't played/watched any of the visual novels so I'm sorry if I've done anything wrong concerning it. Most of my knowledge of the Umineko world comes from the anime >.>
Underneath your feet a tea party is being set up.
First there is Shannon, pushing the tea cart with glazed eyes and a bloodied face; blood trickles, slips and drips down into some of the tea cups.
Kanon is sitting next to Maria, appearing defeated and clutching his chest. Maria is trying to stitch up a broken plush toy; you can't help but feel sorry for her.
They are relaxed at the moment; the main guest has yet to arrive.
Jessica and George lay limp and numb in the corner, their limbs twitching slightly as their cousin grows ever closer to taste Shannon's tea and bite into spider webbed cupcakes.
None of them can see you; you are standing and staring in the room above, watching them through a glass floor.
Downstairs is the human's tearoom, upstairs is the witches'.
Bernkastel sits with her foul smelling but sweet flavoured plum tea, Lambdadelta is upset; clearly wishing for a cake herself instead of the sticky tea which claws at her throat as she begs forgiveness from her rival.
This is how it has been; ever since their game at the village. Lambdadelta will never win.
You do not care for their petty squabbles though, you have your own to deal with.
Your eyes fall upon Virgilla, your mentor and past love; though icy crackles no longer rip and lick against your stomach or in your heart. You have grown older now, more distant and more knowing of what befalls those pitiful fools who whimper about caring for others be they related or not.
That is one reason why Lambdadelta will never win, even though she hates the taste, she will still love plum tea.
So you use and torment, force humans to bow and pray for just a kiss instead of the harsh lashes of your venomous whip; the red truth, trick witches into uncomfortable contracts for a touch and the demons and furniture who serve you will have nothing except maybe your bed.
You are no longer a child, no longer just a woman trapped within painful skin and a cage of ivy, but now a powerful witch who can decide on what is given to you, what you give.
You don't want to think about Kinzo; you had neither choice in that matter.
Instead, you rage and scream at the injustice, the sheer audacity of that man and how you can only continue to burn and destroy him, you cannot think of any better punishment.
There is a cry from downstairs, Bernkastel's tail flickers in acknowledgement of who has arrived; he somewhat reminds her of someone in that village, they're both fools.
"Witches don't exist! I demand proof- this does not answer anything!"
Your eyes close and a delicious smirk comes upon your face.
While you have no clue whether or not Battler is like that person the cat tailed girl knows, he certainly reminds you of Kinzo.
The ice recedes, fiery determination begins to bellow and burn within your mind.
That is what true power is; the ability to push away loving ice and to evoke flames of strength, loveless passion and hatred.
The butterflies embrace you and you come downstairs, appearing behind him like a spectre and announcing yourself to him.
You expect fear to appear in his emotional eyes but instead there is the same fire that burns within your own; some form of hate drives him too.
It's not difficult to triumph over him for this battle though; he is new, like you were once. He will fall and become engulfed in flames.
His being will be aching from the piercing pain of icicles and burning within the fire, should he continue these battles.
Every single one of you witches experience this broken form of torture; that is what controls you when no other can.
You will break the boy.