I watched Maou this weekend...
Title: Redemption
Author: me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Naruse/Serizawa from Naruse's POV - Maou
summary: forgiveness.
disclaimer: I own nothing.
notes: Un-betad. I plan to edit and such if anyone finds it worthy.
I kind of saw them as Romeo and Juliet at the end...
if you haven't seen Maou, do not read this fic. It contains spoilers.
Naruse.
to.
Serizawa.
This hatred drove me to him. It made me follow his steps, his progression, his evolution. I grew darker as he grew more determined. I could see that he wanted to escape his past, maybe even escape me. But there was no denying we got closer, and yet, he still had no clue as to who I was. Though, I could tell he didn't like me.
As time passed, I realized there was no more reason for me to direct my hatred at him. Eleven years was a very long time and I'd met such an angelic girl, I just didn't feel like being this demon anymore. Enough blood was spilt without me adding to it, I thought. There were people who counted me, as a friend, as a big brother, as a lawyer especially.
Serizawa ran up to me one day. I noticed immediately; his eyes weren't as determined as they once were. There was something I couldn't decipher in his gaze, a look that brought shivers to my skin. Tomoo, he called me. I was no longer Naruse the killer lawyer whom he was set on arresting. I had returned to being Tomoo, the boy he wanted to give his life up to. I was the only person he'd ever really wanted to apologize to. His tears streaming down his face, I felt my heart drop. I didn't think this organ still pounded, nor that it could be moved by someone as insignificant him.
But was this a feeling of pity? I wasn't sure how to take this emotion. I kept my distance as always, looking him in the eye and not revealing any of my insecurities. I could almost hear his heart stop beating as I walked down the dusty hall, ignoring his pleas.
Tomoo, he yelled down the hall. At that moment, it took me every muscle in my body not to turn back and promise that I wasn't going to hurt him anymore. He had to wait, like I had. He had to face himself for just a bit more time, beating himself up for a few more days.
The next day, he stopped me again. This time falling to his knees, begging me if I would kill him right then and there. As much as I knew he felt guilt hovering over his head, and this was what I wanted all along, something just wasn't right. I sat on the floor, facing him, pulling him closer, trying to remind him of all he had to live for.
"I forgive you. You must now forgive yourself." I whispered softly, hoping this would show him that I no longer thrived on his suffering. I never meant for his brother to kill himself, nor for his father to die so rapidly afterward.
It was all terribly out of hand. The pawns of my chess game now thought on their own and took their own decisions.
As Serizawa's tears fell on my clothing and his whimpering became quieter, I realized I felt a kind of attachment to him. I hated myself suddenly; wanting to accept this man into my life after the horrible things he had done to my family. I felt my impending doom, floating atop us both as we sat in this darkened room, consoling each other.
How could I feel comfortable with this person? I had driven him to the brink of insanity, deliberately destroying everything around him that he loved. And now, had I gone soft? It was impossible to imagine that after these 11 years, my rage had started to calm down. That I wanted to make peace with him and let my body be taken away so I could join my family.
This man would be the end of me, as I would be his.
"Serizawa," I said in a low voice, "we can't just stay here."
"Y-yeah, you're right." He stood up slowly, wiping the tears from his eyes, forcing a smile in my direction.
I wasn't sure if this meant we were beginning a friendship, if we were ending a feud, of if it was something deeper. I dreaded it was something serious as the pieces of my heart found themselves fitting together perfectly once more.
I'm sorry brother, but I forgive Serizawa and it can't be helped. I couldn't care for him, could i?
"Would you like to come back to my place for some tea?" I'd invited the murderer into my home. And I was fine with it. I was even a bit relieved. That was until he lost his footing and fell on top of me.
Lips pressed against his, neither of us pulled away. This wasn't supposed to happen.
--End--
~Later
Author: me
Rating: PG
Pairing: Naruse/Serizawa from Naruse's POV - Maou
summary: forgiveness.
disclaimer: I own nothing.
notes: Un-betad. I plan to edit and such if anyone finds it worthy.
I kind of saw them as Romeo and Juliet at the end...
if you haven't seen Maou, do not read this fic. It contains spoilers.
Naruse.
to.
Serizawa.
This hatred drove me to him. It made me follow his steps, his progression, his evolution. I grew darker as he grew more determined. I could see that he wanted to escape his past, maybe even escape me. But there was no denying we got closer, and yet, he still had no clue as to who I was. Though, I could tell he didn't like me.
As time passed, I realized there was no more reason for me to direct my hatred at him. Eleven years was a very long time and I'd met such an angelic girl, I just didn't feel like being this demon anymore. Enough blood was spilt without me adding to it, I thought. There were people who counted me, as a friend, as a big brother, as a lawyer especially.
Serizawa ran up to me one day. I noticed immediately; his eyes weren't as determined as they once were. There was something I couldn't decipher in his gaze, a look that brought shivers to my skin. Tomoo, he called me. I was no longer Naruse the killer lawyer whom he was set on arresting. I had returned to being Tomoo, the boy he wanted to give his life up to. I was the only person he'd ever really wanted to apologize to. His tears streaming down his face, I felt my heart drop. I didn't think this organ still pounded, nor that it could be moved by someone as insignificant him.
But was this a feeling of pity? I wasn't sure how to take this emotion. I kept my distance as always, looking him in the eye and not revealing any of my insecurities. I could almost hear his heart stop beating as I walked down the dusty hall, ignoring his pleas.
Tomoo, he yelled down the hall. At that moment, it took me every muscle in my body not to turn back and promise that I wasn't going to hurt him anymore. He had to wait, like I had. He had to face himself for just a bit more time, beating himself up for a few more days.
The next day, he stopped me again. This time falling to his knees, begging me if I would kill him right then and there. As much as I knew he felt guilt hovering over his head, and this was what I wanted all along, something just wasn't right. I sat on the floor, facing him, pulling him closer, trying to remind him of all he had to live for.
"I forgive you. You must now forgive yourself." I whispered softly, hoping this would show him that I no longer thrived on his suffering. I never meant for his brother to kill himself, nor for his father to die so rapidly afterward.
It was all terribly out of hand. The pawns of my chess game now thought on their own and took their own decisions.
As Serizawa's tears fell on my clothing and his whimpering became quieter, I realized I felt a kind of attachment to him. I hated myself suddenly; wanting to accept this man into my life after the horrible things he had done to my family. I felt my impending doom, floating atop us both as we sat in this darkened room, consoling each other.
How could I feel comfortable with this person? I had driven him to the brink of insanity, deliberately destroying everything around him that he loved. And now, had I gone soft? It was impossible to imagine that after these 11 years, my rage had started to calm down. That I wanted to make peace with him and let my body be taken away so I could join my family.
This man would be the end of me, as I would be his.
"Serizawa," I said in a low voice, "we can't just stay here."
"Y-yeah, you're right." He stood up slowly, wiping the tears from his eyes, forcing a smile in my direction.
I wasn't sure if this meant we were beginning a friendship, if we were ending a feud, of if it was something deeper. I dreaded it was something serious as the pieces of my heart found themselves fitting together perfectly once more.
I'm sorry brother, but I forgive Serizawa and it can't be helped. I couldn't care for him, could i?
"Would you like to come back to my place for some tea?" I'd invited the murderer into my home. And I was fine with it. I was even a bit relieved. That was until he lost his footing and fell on top of me.
Lips pressed against his, neither of us pulled away. This wasn't supposed to happen.
--End--
~Later