"Revenge"
Title: "Revenge”
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Satoru desires one thing and one thing only: revenge for Sakomi
Fujimori Satoru had had every reason to believe that once Sakomi, the love of his life, his one, true mate, was freed from the clutches of her abusive, cruel and possessive husband, Taiga, that they would be free to have their happily ever after. She would be able to smile again, laugh and be the woman Misako had said she was instead of this hollow shell the abuse and cruelty had turned her into.
But knowing the messy politics and weird behavior of Fangire, he should have known that things were not going to be that simple. Fangire, especially when compared to Wolfen, were incredibly complicated.
It had begun with small things, such as her obsessive cleaning routines. Sakomi would often spend DAYS cleaning their apartment, making sure everything was just right and that everything was in its proper place. Satoru have brushed this all off, except that he noticed what she did with the cabinets. He peeked into one cabinet and noticed that every single label was facing in the exact same direction. The towels were folded the exact same way.
Satoru wondered if he was suddenly in that weird English movie, Sleeping With the Enemy. It was weird. But at first, it was no big deal.
But as things went on, Satoru noticed that Sakomi’s behavior went from strange to down right neurotic. If things weren’t perfect, she’d flip. If Satoru raised his voice, even a little, and not even to her, she flinched. She would spend hours fixing her hair, losing weight, doing this and that and trying to look as perfect as she could. Satoru thought that she was already perfect.
But it was clear that Sakomi was not okay, but Satoru had no idea what to do. So, as usual, he went to his father and met him for coffee.
“So, let me see if I got this right….” Jiro began. “Sakomi’s crazy?”
“Dad… she’s not crazy… just… okay, maybe a little…” Satoru sighed into his coffee. For first time in his life, he did not want to drink it. “It’s like she’s gone insane. She spends half the day, if not several days, cleaning. The house has to be cleaned just right… the labels all in the same direction, all the clothes are folded just so… it’s ridiculous. And in fact, she’s completely obsessed with losing weight, with being perfect. I tell her every damn DAY she’s perfect… but she looks at me with sad eyes, and she says to Fangire, she’ll never be perfect.”
“By Fangire, she means Taiga.” Jiro explained, the meaning of this having become crystal clear. “She is like this because of him. He beat her down and made her believe that she was not perfect. He hit her when things were not as he wanted. He’s controlling and manipulative… this is all because of him. He told her she wasn’t perfect and she believed him.”
Satoru blinked. “You’re kidding.”
"I wish I wasn't" Jiro took s long sip of his mocha. “It’s classic abusive/manipulative behavior. And she may never recover from his cruelty."
Satoru wanted to throw up. “What do I do?”
“The only thing you can do is help her heal.” Jiro sighed. “That’s all you can do. I did the same thing with your mother. It took a long time to recover from that idiot… and it might take Sakomi forever to recover from that little bastard. Her physical wounds are gone, but I think that he left a lot of emotional ones behind.”
Satoru now just looked depressed. “I hate him.”
“Don’t hate him. That lets him win.”
“I want to rip his face off.” Satoru paused. “What if he comes back for her?”
“Do what any proud WOlfen male would do. Protect her. Show Taiga that she’s not vulnerable anymore. Tear him to pieces if you want to.” Jiro was firm and Satoru was rapt. “A male must be willing to do anything and everything to protect what’s his… and she IS yours… isn’t she?”
When Satoru returned to the apartment, Sakomi was cooking. She was doing something involving beef made just the way he liked it and sauces. He came up behind her and embraced her, and she nearly jumped scared, but when he kissed her cheek, she calmed down.
“Satoru…” She was surprised. “Oh, it’s just you…” Her heart calmed down. “I’m sorry… um…”
“Sakomi, are you okay?” Satoru was now partially genuinely worried and angry that Taiga had done this to her. He’d also gone to her father and learned that Taiga had done this for one simple reason: fear.
Sakomi, being both a Queen’s daughter, a Bishop’s daughter as well as inheriting her own powers as Queen had once had the potential to be more powerful than her husband. But Taiga, who was paranoid and scared and insecure, had decided that she was a threat to his throne… and so he had neutered her powers and she was left with nothing…except the fear.
“I just want everything for us to be perfect.” Sakomi said softly. “I want you to be pleased with me.”
“I am pleased with you.” Satoru assured her. “You don’t need to do so much for me. Things don’t have to be perfect.”
“They have to be or else what good am I?” Sakomi asked. “A Queen has to be perfect.”
“Last I recalled, Maya wasn’t perfect. And neither was your mother."
“And look where it got her!” Sakomi lived in fear of meeting Maya’s fate. “She died as a result of her actions!”. A pause. "And so did my mother. Queens have to be perfect for their Kings."
"Sakomi, I'm not your King!" Satoru was very exasperated.
“You won’t meet her fate. I won’t allow him to ever touch you again. You’re not property and I wont’ ever allow him to hurt you again.” He brushed her hair away from her face and when she wasn’t looking snuck a taste of her garlic teriyaki beef dish. “Yummy.” He murmured.
Sakomi blushed.
“Don’t try too hard.” He turned off the burner and told her to sit down. “You’ll wear yourself out. I want you to enjoy our life together, not spend so much of it trying to please me. I’m happy as long as I see a smile on your face… and I’m eager to see that smile someday.”
“You like my smile?” Sakomi was surprised and Satoru nearly dropped the wok he was holding. What kind of marriage had she’d been trapped in if her husband told her these things? “You think I’m okay as I am?”
“Of course, I do.” Satoru replied, serving them the meal. “I want to build you up, help you heal. Because I love you.”
The words echoed in Sakomi’s head, bouncing across the broken pieces of her self-confidence and rattling in her heart. She just stared at him for a long moment. “You…love me…” The words, combined with his smile, made her heart sing just a tiny bit.
Satoru was now more determined than ever to build her back up, but more than anything else, a new desire built up inside him. He wanted revenge… he wanted to taste Taiga’s blood on his tongue, hear him beg for mercy the way Sakomi had begged when he beat her.
He wanted to nibble the flesh right off his bones… Satoru wanted revenge for his mate and he would not rest until he got it.
So, he decided to embark on a daring, if not outrageously stupid, plan. He decided that it was time for him to ensure that Sakomi would never be hurt again. So, it was time to go on the hunt. It was time for his vengeance, but since he was not asking for help from the pack, he had to go at this alone and so, he would take his time.
But first… he had to watch his prey, stalk it, and keep careful tabs on Taiga’s routines, making sure to have everything memorized. This was going to be a sweet revenge and he was going to take his time. Satoru wanted everything to be just right.
Nothing roused a Wolfen’s passion like the thrill of the hunt and one night after he returned from his outing, he found Sakomi in the kitchen, fussing with the rice cooker. He hovered in the doorway a bit, inhaling her scent the way his father had taught him.
Sakomi smelled of a warm spring day, a gentle floral breeze and Satoru took it all in before sneaking in stealthily behind her. In a quick movement, he’d seized her in his arms, spun her around and kissed her, ignoring the fact that the rice cooker had clattered to the floor.
He imagined that if Sakomi had five seconds to react, she’d have grabbed one of the knives off the counter and tried to stab him with it, but he wasn’t giving her that time. Breaking apart only long enough for them to breathe, he hoisted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Taiga had used sex as a weapon against Sakomi… and now Satoru was going to use it as medicine.
Slowly, over the next year, Sakomi began to change. Where there had been shyness and nervousness came confidence and power. It was like watching a butterfly emerge slowly from her cocoon. She began to discard her wounds and they healed and sooner than he thought, Satoru had finally won back the woman he’d fallen in love with: the beautiful, confident Queen.
…But the only thing she didn’t get back was her powers. Those were potentially gone forever… or so he’d been told.
Normally, Satoru would have been okay with this, but his plan to take back not only Sakomi’s powers, but also have his vengeance had been a year in the making. He wasn’t in any position to stop.
“I have to go away for a few days to take care of a few things.” Satoru murmured to Sakomi, kissing her hand as they lay in bed together. “Your father and Misako said they would check in on you to make sure you’re okay… although your father did warn me I was leaving you without a guardian.”
“Yes, but I’ll be happiest when we’re together again.” Sakomi’s eyes were alight now, not a trace of sadness in them. “But I will also be safer once you’re home.” She sighed softly. “Remember, I have no power left. I need a big strong Wolfen to protect me.”
She was teasing him, but he knew she wasn’t kidding at all. Sakomi was well and truly powerless. The only sign that his love had ever been Queen of the Fangire was the mark above her right breast, the insignia of the Queen. Gently, he moved closer and kissed the mark gently. “For the moment, the Bishop will have that duty. He is your father, after all.” A pause. “I’ll return as soon as I can. I promise.”
In theory, the plan was perfect, although stupid. His father had told him a million times that Wolfen should never hunt alone. But Satoru had no choice. He had finally found a way to restore Sakomi to power and kill the source of so much of her pain. Taiga was a King of habit… and Satoru knew all of his routines. So, all he had to do was wait for the right moment.
Taiga was dining alone that night, sipping water when Satoru entered the large dining room. When Taiga spotted Satoru emerging from the darkness, the Wolfen Crown prince smiled as he could have sworn he heard his heart stop.
“Enjoying your meal, King?” Satoru asked, eyes shimmering golden. “I hope it’s good… as it will be your last.”
“You.” Taiga hissed. “Where’s Sakomi? I know you took her! What did you do with my wife?”
“She’s safe from you and that’s all you need to know.” Satoru replied, voice calm and tone caviler. “But I am sure you know why I’m here. You left her powerless… and I’ve come to take them back.”
“You can’t take them back.” Taiga’s voice was wavering just a bit. “I took them.”
“You’re one of the most cowardly men I’ve ever met, you know.” Satoru’s markings began to show as he began to circle Taiga, watching the Fangire King actually shake. “You destroyed a young woman because you were afraid of her. She was terrified of you, but in truth, you were more afraid of her, weren’t you?” She was not just Mio’s daughter and an heiress to the title of Queen… but she was Bishop’s daughter and more powerful than you. You saw her as a threat. So you destroyed her. Cowardly thing to do.”
“She was a threat to my throne.”
“She wanted to make you happy and please you.” Satoru growled. “She wanted to be the perfect wife for you and this is how you treat her? As though she is out to start a coup? Coward. You’re not worthy to be the King of the Fangire.”
“Who are you to judge me?!”
“Someone who had to repair what you broke!” Satoru shouted. “You broke my mate. You shattered her and I had to fix her. You beat her, you abused her, you tortured her and you just made her crazy and I had to clean up your mess. In fact, you were ready to kill her because she was of no more use to you.” Satoru was fully enraged now and his teeth were bared. “You make me sick.”
“I should have killed your father when I had the chance.” Taiga spat and was about to say more when his body was suddenly thrown across the room.
There was a great commotion and clatter and Taiga screamed for mercy and for forgiveness, but the time had long since passed for that. Satoru sucked out Taiga’s soul, devoured it and then proceeded to tear into the body until all that was left were bits of glass and a black leather glove.
After Taiga was dead, Satoru had to drink an entire pitcher of water. The late Fangire king had tasted disgusting. Scanning the room, he was about to leave when he spotted something lying among Taiga’s remains.
It was a black fang on a golden chain and it was glowing. Satoru gently picked up the fang, and cradled it in his hands with the utmost tenderness and care. It was the fang from the other Satoru… and it contained Sakomi’s power.
Satoru smiled for the briefest of moments before deciding to make a dramatic exit, diving through the window in his Wolfen form before vanishing into the darkness.
Sakomi awoke to the sensation of a gentle nuzzling and was surprised to find a black wolf-like figure hovering over her in the darkness of her bedroom. Despite the fierce red eyes blazing from soft black fur, Sakomi was not afraid. She ran her fingers through the fur and patted the wolf’s snout and closed her eyes.
“You’re home.” Sakomi murmured sleepily. “Like you promised.”
“Of course I’m home.” Satoru didn’t shift from his larger Wolfen form for the first few moments, running his hand through Sakomi’s ebony hair and touching her face. “Oh, dearest, I have something for you.”
Sakomi opened her eyes and was surprised to feel something warm being laid in the palm of her hand. When she raised her hand to see what it was, her eyes welled with tears.
“It’s his fang… it’s Toru’s fang…” Sakomi had referred to the other Satoru, the one Taiga had murdered, as ‘Toru’, as a way of telling the difference between them. “I thought I lost this… where did you find it?”
“Taiga had it.” Satoru became his human face and knelt by the bed. “He took it from you and in a very interesting act of irony…”
Sakomi suddenly sat up to put the necklace on and it suddenly glowed bright pink and then a deep bloody red before Sakomi’s markings surfaced. The insignia on her chest glowed and before Satoru knew it, she was the Pearlshell Fangire again… the true form of the Fangire Queen.
“…he hid my powers in it.” Sakomi finished, voice hollow and uneven. Her head turned to Satoru and watched as he became the black Wolfen form she had grown to love so dearly. She looked at her hands, shaking somewhat. "He hid my powers in Toru's fang.". Carefully, she rose from the bed, walking on unsteady legs towards the mirror in the bedroom. Satoru hovered close to her, just in case she fell.
Almost in disbelief, she touched the mirror's reflection.
Satoru bowed his black head when their eyes seemed to meet. "Queen."
For the first time in a long time, Sakomi actually felt as though she was the Queen. "My prince." The bloody red Pearlshell Fangire form seemed to shimmer and Sakomi was wearing her human skin once again, her eyes alive with happiness. "I feel whole again."
"I can tell." Satoru became his human form as well. The broken, battered Sakomi of the past was gone now; Instead there was a woman whose eyes shone with love and happiness. "You look different. Almost like you're glowing."
Before Sakomi had a a chance to stop herself, she'd vaulted into Satoru's arms and they kissed for a long time.
Inside, Satoru was satisfied. Taiga was dead and Sakomi was free... And in the end that was all that mattered.
Author: Trinity
Fandom: Kamen Rider Kiva
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Satoru desires one thing and one thing only: revenge for Sakomi
Fujimori Satoru had had every reason to believe that once Sakomi, the love of his life, his one, true mate, was freed from the clutches of her abusive, cruel and possessive husband, Taiga, that they would be free to have their happily ever after. She would be able to smile again, laugh and be the woman Misako had said she was instead of this hollow shell the abuse and cruelty had turned her into.
But knowing the messy politics and weird behavior of Fangire, he should have known that things were not going to be that simple. Fangire, especially when compared to Wolfen, were incredibly complicated.
It had begun with small things, such as her obsessive cleaning routines. Sakomi would often spend DAYS cleaning their apartment, making sure everything was just right and that everything was in its proper place. Satoru have brushed this all off, except that he noticed what she did with the cabinets. He peeked into one cabinet and noticed that every single label was facing in the exact same direction. The towels were folded the exact same way.
Satoru wondered if he was suddenly in that weird English movie, Sleeping With the Enemy. It was weird. But at first, it was no big deal.
But as things went on, Satoru noticed that Sakomi’s behavior went from strange to down right neurotic. If things weren’t perfect, she’d flip. If Satoru raised his voice, even a little, and not even to her, she flinched. She would spend hours fixing her hair, losing weight, doing this and that and trying to look as perfect as she could. Satoru thought that she was already perfect.
But it was clear that Sakomi was not okay, but Satoru had no idea what to do. So, as usual, he went to his father and met him for coffee.
“So, let me see if I got this right….” Jiro began. “Sakomi’s crazy?”
“Dad… she’s not crazy… just… okay, maybe a little…” Satoru sighed into his coffee. For first time in his life, he did not want to drink it. “It’s like she’s gone insane. She spends half the day, if not several days, cleaning. The house has to be cleaned just right… the labels all in the same direction, all the clothes are folded just so… it’s ridiculous. And in fact, she’s completely obsessed with losing weight, with being perfect. I tell her every damn DAY she’s perfect… but she looks at me with sad eyes, and she says to Fangire, she’ll never be perfect.”
“By Fangire, she means Taiga.” Jiro explained, the meaning of this having become crystal clear. “She is like this because of him. He beat her down and made her believe that she was not perfect. He hit her when things were not as he wanted. He’s controlling and manipulative… this is all because of him. He told her she wasn’t perfect and she believed him.”
Satoru blinked. “You’re kidding.”
"I wish I wasn't" Jiro took s long sip of his mocha. “It’s classic abusive/manipulative behavior. And she may never recover from his cruelty."
Satoru wanted to throw up. “What do I do?”
“The only thing you can do is help her heal.” Jiro sighed. “That’s all you can do. I did the same thing with your mother. It took a long time to recover from that idiot… and it might take Sakomi forever to recover from that little bastard. Her physical wounds are gone, but I think that he left a lot of emotional ones behind.”
Satoru now just looked depressed. “I hate him.”
“Don’t hate him. That lets him win.”
“I want to rip his face off.” Satoru paused. “What if he comes back for her?”
“Do what any proud WOlfen male would do. Protect her. Show Taiga that she’s not vulnerable anymore. Tear him to pieces if you want to.” Jiro was firm and Satoru was rapt. “A male must be willing to do anything and everything to protect what’s his… and she IS yours… isn’t she?”
When Satoru returned to the apartment, Sakomi was cooking. She was doing something involving beef made just the way he liked it and sauces. He came up behind her and embraced her, and she nearly jumped scared, but when he kissed her cheek, she calmed down.
“Satoru…” She was surprised. “Oh, it’s just you…” Her heart calmed down. “I’m sorry… um…”
“Sakomi, are you okay?” Satoru was now partially genuinely worried and angry that Taiga had done this to her. He’d also gone to her father and learned that Taiga had done this for one simple reason: fear.
Sakomi, being both a Queen’s daughter, a Bishop’s daughter as well as inheriting her own powers as Queen had once had the potential to be more powerful than her husband. But Taiga, who was paranoid and scared and insecure, had decided that she was a threat to his throne… and so he had neutered her powers and she was left with nothing…except the fear.
“I just want everything for us to be perfect.” Sakomi said softly. “I want you to be pleased with me.”
“I am pleased with you.” Satoru assured her. “You don’t need to do so much for me. Things don’t have to be perfect.”
“They have to be or else what good am I?” Sakomi asked. “A Queen has to be perfect.”
“Last I recalled, Maya wasn’t perfect. And neither was your mother."
“And look where it got her!” Sakomi lived in fear of meeting Maya’s fate. “She died as a result of her actions!”. A pause. "And so did my mother. Queens have to be perfect for their Kings."
"Sakomi, I'm not your King!" Satoru was very exasperated.
“You won’t meet her fate. I won’t allow him to ever touch you again. You’re not property and I wont’ ever allow him to hurt you again.” He brushed her hair away from her face and when she wasn’t looking snuck a taste of her garlic teriyaki beef dish. “Yummy.” He murmured.
Sakomi blushed.
“Don’t try too hard.” He turned off the burner and told her to sit down. “You’ll wear yourself out. I want you to enjoy our life together, not spend so much of it trying to please me. I’m happy as long as I see a smile on your face… and I’m eager to see that smile someday.”
“You like my smile?” Sakomi was surprised and Satoru nearly dropped the wok he was holding. What kind of marriage had she’d been trapped in if her husband told her these things? “You think I’m okay as I am?”
“Of course, I do.” Satoru replied, serving them the meal. “I want to build you up, help you heal. Because I love you.”
The words echoed in Sakomi’s head, bouncing across the broken pieces of her self-confidence and rattling in her heart. She just stared at him for a long moment. “You…love me…” The words, combined with his smile, made her heart sing just a tiny bit.
Satoru was now more determined than ever to build her back up, but more than anything else, a new desire built up inside him. He wanted revenge… he wanted to taste Taiga’s blood on his tongue, hear him beg for mercy the way Sakomi had begged when he beat her.
He wanted to nibble the flesh right off his bones… Satoru wanted revenge for his mate and he would not rest until he got it.
So, he decided to embark on a daring, if not outrageously stupid, plan. He decided that it was time for him to ensure that Sakomi would never be hurt again. So, it was time to go on the hunt. It was time for his vengeance, but since he was not asking for help from the pack, he had to go at this alone and so, he would take his time.
But first… he had to watch his prey, stalk it, and keep careful tabs on Taiga’s routines, making sure to have everything memorized. This was going to be a sweet revenge and he was going to take his time. Satoru wanted everything to be just right.
Nothing roused a Wolfen’s passion like the thrill of the hunt and one night after he returned from his outing, he found Sakomi in the kitchen, fussing with the rice cooker. He hovered in the doorway a bit, inhaling her scent the way his father had taught him.
Sakomi smelled of a warm spring day, a gentle floral breeze and Satoru took it all in before sneaking in stealthily behind her. In a quick movement, he’d seized her in his arms, spun her around and kissed her, ignoring the fact that the rice cooker had clattered to the floor.
He imagined that if Sakomi had five seconds to react, she’d have grabbed one of the knives off the counter and tried to stab him with it, but he wasn’t giving her that time. Breaking apart only long enough for them to breathe, he hoisted her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom.
Taiga had used sex as a weapon against Sakomi… and now Satoru was going to use it as medicine.
Slowly, over the next year, Sakomi began to change. Where there had been shyness and nervousness came confidence and power. It was like watching a butterfly emerge slowly from her cocoon. She began to discard her wounds and they healed and sooner than he thought, Satoru had finally won back the woman he’d fallen in love with: the beautiful, confident Queen.
…But the only thing she didn’t get back was her powers. Those were potentially gone forever… or so he’d been told.
Normally, Satoru would have been okay with this, but his plan to take back not only Sakomi’s powers, but also have his vengeance had been a year in the making. He wasn’t in any position to stop.
“I have to go away for a few days to take care of a few things.” Satoru murmured to Sakomi, kissing her hand as they lay in bed together. “Your father and Misako said they would check in on you to make sure you’re okay… although your father did warn me I was leaving you without a guardian.”
“Yes, but I’ll be happiest when we’re together again.” Sakomi’s eyes were alight now, not a trace of sadness in them. “But I will also be safer once you’re home.” She sighed softly. “Remember, I have no power left. I need a big strong Wolfen to protect me.”
She was teasing him, but he knew she wasn’t kidding at all. Sakomi was well and truly powerless. The only sign that his love had ever been Queen of the Fangire was the mark above her right breast, the insignia of the Queen. Gently, he moved closer and kissed the mark gently. “For the moment, the Bishop will have that duty. He is your father, after all.” A pause. “I’ll return as soon as I can. I promise.”
In theory, the plan was perfect, although stupid. His father had told him a million times that Wolfen should never hunt alone. But Satoru had no choice. He had finally found a way to restore Sakomi to power and kill the source of so much of her pain. Taiga was a King of habit… and Satoru knew all of his routines. So, all he had to do was wait for the right moment.
Taiga was dining alone that night, sipping water when Satoru entered the large dining room. When Taiga spotted Satoru emerging from the darkness, the Wolfen Crown prince smiled as he could have sworn he heard his heart stop.
“Enjoying your meal, King?” Satoru asked, eyes shimmering golden. “I hope it’s good… as it will be your last.”
“You.” Taiga hissed. “Where’s Sakomi? I know you took her! What did you do with my wife?”
“She’s safe from you and that’s all you need to know.” Satoru replied, voice calm and tone caviler. “But I am sure you know why I’m here. You left her powerless… and I’ve come to take them back.”
“You can’t take them back.” Taiga’s voice was wavering just a bit. “I took them.”
“You’re one of the most cowardly men I’ve ever met, you know.” Satoru’s markings began to show as he began to circle Taiga, watching the Fangire King actually shake. “You destroyed a young woman because you were afraid of her. She was terrified of you, but in truth, you were more afraid of her, weren’t you?” She was not just Mio’s daughter and an heiress to the title of Queen… but she was Bishop’s daughter and more powerful than you. You saw her as a threat. So you destroyed her. Cowardly thing to do.”
“She was a threat to my throne.”
“She wanted to make you happy and please you.” Satoru growled. “She wanted to be the perfect wife for you and this is how you treat her? As though she is out to start a coup? Coward. You’re not worthy to be the King of the Fangire.”
“Who are you to judge me?!”
“Someone who had to repair what you broke!” Satoru shouted. “You broke my mate. You shattered her and I had to fix her. You beat her, you abused her, you tortured her and you just made her crazy and I had to clean up your mess. In fact, you were ready to kill her because she was of no more use to you.” Satoru was fully enraged now and his teeth were bared. “You make me sick.”
“I should have killed your father when I had the chance.” Taiga spat and was about to say more when his body was suddenly thrown across the room.
There was a great commotion and clatter and Taiga screamed for mercy and for forgiveness, but the time had long since passed for that. Satoru sucked out Taiga’s soul, devoured it and then proceeded to tear into the body until all that was left were bits of glass and a black leather glove.
After Taiga was dead, Satoru had to drink an entire pitcher of water. The late Fangire king had tasted disgusting. Scanning the room, he was about to leave when he spotted something lying among Taiga’s remains.
It was a black fang on a golden chain and it was glowing. Satoru gently picked up the fang, and cradled it in his hands with the utmost tenderness and care. It was the fang from the other Satoru… and it contained Sakomi’s power.
Satoru smiled for the briefest of moments before deciding to make a dramatic exit, diving through the window in his Wolfen form before vanishing into the darkness.
Sakomi awoke to the sensation of a gentle nuzzling and was surprised to find a black wolf-like figure hovering over her in the darkness of her bedroom. Despite the fierce red eyes blazing from soft black fur, Sakomi was not afraid. She ran her fingers through the fur and patted the wolf’s snout and closed her eyes.
“You’re home.” Sakomi murmured sleepily. “Like you promised.”
“Of course I’m home.” Satoru didn’t shift from his larger Wolfen form for the first few moments, running his hand through Sakomi’s ebony hair and touching her face. “Oh, dearest, I have something for you.”
Sakomi opened her eyes and was surprised to feel something warm being laid in the palm of her hand. When she raised her hand to see what it was, her eyes welled with tears.
“It’s his fang… it’s Toru’s fang…” Sakomi had referred to the other Satoru, the one Taiga had murdered, as ‘Toru’, as a way of telling the difference between them. “I thought I lost this… where did you find it?”
“Taiga had it.” Satoru became his human face and knelt by the bed. “He took it from you and in a very interesting act of irony…”
Sakomi suddenly sat up to put the necklace on and it suddenly glowed bright pink and then a deep bloody red before Sakomi’s markings surfaced. The insignia on her chest glowed and before Satoru knew it, she was the Pearlshell Fangire again… the true form of the Fangire Queen.
“…he hid my powers in it.” Sakomi finished, voice hollow and uneven. Her head turned to Satoru and watched as he became the black Wolfen form she had grown to love so dearly. She looked at her hands, shaking somewhat. "He hid my powers in Toru's fang.". Carefully, she rose from the bed, walking on unsteady legs towards the mirror in the bedroom. Satoru hovered close to her, just in case she fell.
Almost in disbelief, she touched the mirror's reflection.
Satoru bowed his black head when their eyes seemed to meet. "Queen."
For the first time in a long time, Sakomi actually felt as though she was the Queen. "My prince." The bloody red Pearlshell Fangire form seemed to shimmer and Sakomi was wearing her human skin once again, her eyes alive with happiness. "I feel whole again."
"I can tell." Satoru became his human form as well. The broken, battered Sakomi of the past was gone now; Instead there was a woman whose eyes shone with love and happiness. "You look different. Almost like you're glowing."
Before Sakomi had a a chance to stop herself, she'd vaulted into Satoru's arms and they kissed for a long time.
Inside, Satoru was satisfied. Taiga was dead and Sakomi was free... And in the end that was all that mattered.