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14 February 2010 @ 07:11 pm
Hey ho, another fic from me. Trinity Blood this time!

Title: Puppet Master
Rating: Uhh... adult?
Written for: Mako
Characters: Cain and Dietrich
Disclaimer: No own-y, no sue-y.

Puppet Master

How had it come to this?

How had he miscalculated so badly?

A scream ripped from Dietrich's throat as a claw almost gently slit open the skin of his abdomen and reached in to grasp his intestinal tract.

It had been a grave error, but he had been so sure. Furious at being treated like just another servant, enraged at being forced to follow orders. He hated it. Despised it. Only his Herr could hope to get away with it, and this had been one step too far. The punishment for the debacle with Radu had been too humilitating, and he would stand for it no longer.

His strings could hold anyone and anything, he was positive if he could just get enough attached before Cain noticed...

How foolish.

Cain's smile was bright and innocent as he tugged at the organ, pulling it out in a spiel of gore and bloodied clots of gristle. He deftly tied one end around Dietrich's wrist, and then abandoned it like a brilliant red bracelet that trailed inside the cherub-looking boy.

Moving around behind Dietrich, Cain's arms closed around a heaving chest, hands above a fluttering heartbeat as his lips moved to press an almost tender kiss to the soft skin of his neck. His voice was gentle, soothing, calming.

"Hush now, Dietrich, the lesson has just begun and I would hate to grow impatient with you."

"...Mein Herr, please..." His voice was a bare whimper, but he had to try. He wouldn't die for this mistake, he could only hope Cain had found amusement in his futile efforts to puppet something godlike in power.

Cain hushed him again, breath ghosting across his neck and disturbing the fine brown hairs on his jawline. His lips once more connecting tenderly with skin that was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, even as his claws dug mercilessly into the flesh of his back and ripped out his spinal cord.

Dietrich went limp immediately, paralysed and dying. He couldn't feel anything as his other arm was lifted and the end of his own spinal cord attached in a mirror bracelet to the bloodied intestine around his other.

The last thing he saw and heard before black oblivion claimed him was Cain, excited smile on his blood-spattered face, tugging on the disgusting trailing bits of himself to pull his arms over his head and murmuring soft words.

"Now, Marionette Spieler, my faithful puppeteer, dance on my strings."
shinya @ damagepersecond: kawamura waaaaaahdamagepersecond on February 23rd, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
awww... and ouch >.<;;;
Einnaxkizoku on June 27th, 2010 08:30 am (UTC)
Wow... this made wince multiple times. XD But I loved the ending! Cain's such a sadist. *_*