[blurb #2] Deceptions [Code Geass]

[rex_sun]

Hey, so. Snowdevil, Shiro, remember that Diethard+Ougi/Zero thing we were discussing? I decided to incorporate into Deceptions. >__>;;


And uh I have no idea about the quality of this blurb. I'm still fighting my way, kicking and screaming, through this writer's block. This scene was at least more appealing than the projects I'm supposed to be giving priority to. ;___; 

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“It’s you!”

The boy’s shoulders twitch and he turns around slowly. Diethard grins at him and the boy smiles blandly back. Diethard switches hands and grabs onto the handhold nearer to the boy, this pale, fine-boned beauty. So what if he has to shove someone out of the way to do it. The sway of the train brings them very close together.

He feels his heart beating as fast as looking over the precipice of some great mountain, preparing to throw himself off, hoping his bungee cord will actually hold and he’ll bounce back. He stares into the boy’s unreadable eyes and really feels that amount of danger. This sharp boy, this mysterious boy; could it be him, could he be the puppet master? Diethard felt sure only hours before, but now his own fear clouds his certainty.

The fear of just meeting this boy… Like a wolf in sheep’s wool, it feels like this smooth-faced, skinny boy is just the façade of some growling, hungry beast. Diethard smiles at him—

“I’ve been meaning to tell you… You know, I do think you’re rather handsome. Won’t you tell me how old you are?”

The boy huffs a bit of laughter. Diethard suppresses a shiver as that deep, confident voice speaks to him. “You honestly don’t know the meaning of the words ‘not interested’, do you?”

—Diethard, yes, smile at him, and then willingly plunges into his open maw.

“You’ve got such a smooth face. Rather like a mask.”

Diethard’s heart literally skips a beat, or hell, maybe even five; maybe he even dies for one euphoric moment when the boy instantly ceases his smile.

The boy says lowly, “Don’t resort to poetry, you may make me sick all over your well-to-do shoes.”

But his eyes are scalpels slicing open Diethard’s face, trying to see what he sees and understand what he thinks. Diethard’s hands begin to shake.

“If you say so,” he says with an insincere laugh. “Well, anyway, I got a new number the other day. Someone much more interested in me.”

Diethard doesn’t take his eyes off of the boy and the boy does not take his eyes off of Diethard. Diethard’s smile grows to the deepening of the boy’s frown and he fishes in his pocket and slowly brings up his cellphone. He hits speed dial nine and ‘dad’ appears on his screen. The boy’s eyes flicker to it and narrow.

And then the boy’s pocket begins to rumble.

The boy’s face goes smooth once more, but this is somehow more frightening even than his frown, his sharp eyes. Diethard is reminded rather forcefully of the smooth surface of waters where monsters lurk in depth. The boy is an unfathomable still-watered lake.

“It seems you have a call as well,” Diethard whispers. The boy stares blankly back.

“Are you going to answer it?” Diethard asks innocently. The boy drops his gaze to stare at his own pocket.

When still the boy says nothing, Diethard presses his end button. The boy’s cellphone quiets simultaneously. The boy looks up slowly, eyes meeting with Diethard’s. (When did they get so close? The boy hasn’t moved; it must’ve been Diethard unconsciously approaching. We’re close enough to kiss, he thinks incongruously. I can see my reflection in his beautiful eyes. What breathtaking rare eyes…)

“This is my stop,” the boy says quietly. Diethard gasps very quietly and looks about, only just having realized that the train has halted. The boy brings his attention back around by saying, “Do you want to come with me?”

“I would love to,” Diethard replies breathlessly.

Five minutes later, the boy is backing his way down a dark alley. Diethard pauses to pop a crick in his neck before following. It doesn’t smell so bad. It’s a bit chilly. Diethard thinks he can get into it. He barely sees the boy’s outline in the dank darkness, but he sees perfectly his bright, gleaming eyes.

Diethard is high on adrenaline, must be. Suddenly he knows he can die, that this boy is a predator, a murderer, someone more than capable of making sure Diethard never sees the light of day and no one will ever know how or why. With a sudden bout of inspiration he charges forward, slamming the gasping boy into the brick wall, and feels him up.

No gun. Diethard is almost disappointed, but then the unknown of the boy’s intent keeps him hopped up and nervous. The boy doesn’t jerk away or scream, just breathes heavily in anger into Diethard’s ear. Diethard laughs and sighs against the boy’s neck. “Now what?” he asks, intentionally vague. He squeezes the boy’s hip to make the boy aware of his hand, then trails them down. He rests them heavily on the boy’s zipper.

The boy, lithe and weak, puts up no fight even when Diethard presses his wrists into one hand and forces them against the brick wall. He’s biding his time, Diethard feels. It keeps him on edge even as he tilts his head and presses his open mouth to the boy’s closed lips. He opens his eyes as he does it, just to see what expression this endlessly fascinating creature must be wearing—

and muffles a startled gasp to see one beady, red, inexplicably terrifying eye staring back at him.

Comments

[rex-romance.livejournal.com]

Yesssss I noticed and I flailed in glee and I think my review was the first for the chapter lolololol

I like that story so much...I mean, she could REALLY use an editor and the chapters are so short, but... STILL. I LIKE IT ANYWAY. GLEE.

[shirogiku.livejournal.com]

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