AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me “Shine” to see my muse’s reaction when their mark starts to shine.
It was the policy of the police to give a mark 24 hours to cease activity before taking a person in, so Hakuba didn’t feel particularly pressured as he slid into the darkened room with the other man. No one could blame him for following protocol, even if the mark burned, hidden under his sleeve.
He’d known that it would eventually come to it, anyway; murder in the form of a psychotic individual that would somehow manage to get under his skin. How else would anyone get close enough? There had been inklings before, little glimmers, little pricks of pain when they made love before, when they discussed the complex politics of differing kingdoms. Saphir wasn’t stable, and he knew that.
In fact, he was counting on it. After all, what was the fun in being murdered if it couldn’t be through a close an intimate affair?
Saphir watched the other with cold, dark blue eyes. He knew one day this would happen and he’d lose another to some silly woman. To some other person of interest that it was a shame he had to kill him. Venetici and Aquatici ever loyal easily took the detective’s arms on either side and held him, fast to the chair. Carefully hee moves the Blue Prince never breaking his gaze on the other. If only Hakuba understood that when Saphir let another in did he ever rarely let them go.
“Hakuba….Saguru."
The name truly did feel foreign to him now as he stands in front of the taller male. There is a deafening silence that when he looks back on it would bee so very loud then! In his hands was a single blade made of the dark crystal.
"I didnt want it to come to this…” He says and there are tears because really he doesnt want to do this at all.
”I have to or she won’t live…nii-san is back and I can’t go against him again. Besides you know way to much and unlike the brat Queen…no one will save you.” He whispers and as the blade is shoved deep into his chest he kisses him.
A deep, loving and passionate kiss that dose not break until he can feel the heart beat stop, when he can taste the darkness of the black crystal’s poison. The droids release the body as it slumps forward onto the table, crystal shattering. He doesn’t say anything after that but merely sheds silent tears as he goes to report to his brother. He’ll never repeat the mistake of loving another again. At least he kept Petz safe this time…a ;life for another.
“I am a monster, aren’t I, Vene?” He asks the and the droid merely frowns but says nothing. She takes his hand while aqua takes his other. The three teleport away to where Demando is waiting. Replay Operation will begin anew once more.
Holding hands was something that Hakuba always enjoyed doing, but never mentioned. There just weren’t that many opportunities for a confirmed bachelor to do as such, even though there partners at any given time. That sort of intimacy just wasn’t afforded to someone who couldn’t seem to settle down, harboring unrequited love, and spending time with all the wrong people.
That was why he hadn’t expected his hand to be taken as he lounged on the couch of the office, boredly scrolling through his phone to look for cases while he waited for Saphir to finish whatever he was doing. Blinking, he glanced down at their hands as the other laced their fingers together.
“Saphir…?” he asked, surprised at the sudden flush of heat on his cheeks.
“All right,” Hakuba said, speaking into his mobile as he jogged from the elevator to room that they’d agreed on. “I’m almost there, just calm down…"
He knocked, waiting impatiently, and glanced at the watch on his wrist before checking the room number again. When there was no response, he frowned and fished out his keycard. “Saphir… I’m coming in, just wait a moment, all right?”
Once he got inside, a familiar sight greeted him; the ever-needy, murderous, obsessive Saphir, curled up in the singular armchair in the room. But even more familiar was the dark navy suit jacket around his shoulders.
"…Saphir,” Hakuba said, closing the door behind him and locking the deadbolt. “Were you going through my suitcase again?”
It was always a bad idea to sleep with villains, but somehow, Hakuba found himself in those sort of situations far more often than he wanted to admit. That particular moment was early one Saturday morning, stretching, dragging himself from underneath the sheets of the strange room to find the hardwood floor beneath his feet. He didn’t make it far, though, before a familiar hand got hold of his arm and dragged him down onto his back again.
“God, all right all right, I’ll stay…” he muttered, rolling his eyes before turning back onto his side, nestling once more against Saphir’s back. It wasn’t as if he had work that morning, anyway, and the silky pajamas were so nice to cuddle against…
“Hey… hey, Saphir-kun, calm down…” Hakuba rested a hand on his shoulder, head tilting at him with a little smile, trying his best to be reassuring. “It’s all right. I won’t let that nasty Sailor Moon get you…”
He really didn’t have a problem with her personally. In fact, he thought she was a very sweet, though naive, champion of justice. But he couldn’t help adopting his words to fit the mood as he began to pet his back.
AU where everyone has a mark on their body and it shines brightly when they meet/touch the person who will eventually murder them. Send me “Shine” to see my muse’s reaction when their mark starts to shine.
It was the policy of the police to give a mark 24 hours to cease activity before taking a person in, so Hakuba didn’t feel particularly pressured as he slid into the darkened room with the other man. No one could blame him for following protocol, even if the mark burned, hidden under his sleeve.
He’d known that it would eventually come to it, anyway; murder in the form of a psychotic individual that would somehow manage to get under his skin. How else would anyone get close enough? There had been inklings before, little glimmers, little pricks of pain when they made love before, when they discussed the complex politics of differing kingdoms. Saphir wasn’t stable, and he knew that.
In fact, he was counting on it. After all, what was the fun in being murdered if it couldn’t be through a close an intimate affair?
