Timeline: after episode 3 [Ryo escapes the volcano he had been "banished" to by Talpa and subsequently fights Anubis]
CHAPTER 1:
Wildfire's Touch
Damn child. Damn him. How dare he? Anubis growled, eyes blazing with fury. How dare he touch him? He paced wildly, feeling unsettled in the most curious way, which did nothing to abate his rage. That, that ... CHILD ... had touched him, had laid his hands on him and flung him into the dirt like, like ... like he wasn't the Warlord of Cruelty. His nostrils flared, lips pulled back and an almost feral hiss escaped. His shoulder throbbed, the slight pain a reminder of his recent failure to control the little trooper. Failure was not a word in his vocabulary, or so he had thought. And that doe-eyed one, the woman, had watched, had witnessed his ... failure.
Argh. He screamed. A sound of utter rage and frustration that send little things scurrying along in the dark halls of Talpa's castle. That ... child! He hated the word, hated his inability to find something more derogatory, some other word, something insulting and mean and evil, something that described exactly what it was that he felt for the ... child. Argh. He barely stopped himself from screaming again. No need to let the others know how utterly frustrated he was. They were happily gloating as it was.
Dark Warlord of Cruelty! Ha, along comes this ... child ... this trooper and flings him in the dirt like he was a mere man, upsets his victory, his plans, and mocks him in front of the woman and that other child. He should have died in that volcano, but NO, he had to gain power ... gain power to lay his little hands on him...
If he were honest with himself, which he was not going to be, he shook his head, NO, then he'd realize that that really was what had unsettled him so: those hands on him. Defeat he could live with, just barely, but he'd manage. The war had just begun, he'd have his chance to revenge being humiliated so, he'd show that trooper... A small smile curved his lips as he imagined the atrocities he could visit upon the trooper, his friends, that woman ... but even while his mind was busy soothing his bruised ego, his nerves betrayed him. His skin tingled where Wildfire had laid his hands, his touch burned through the armor to leave an imprint on flawless skin.
His temper, barely cooled, flared up again, the color of shame and humility flooding his cheeks. In a moment of weakness he had searched out his reflection to see that imprint, but there was none, his skin smooth and flawless as ever. He had NOT been branded by that ... CHILD - his scream echoed in his chamber, sending more unsavory little things fleeing in dark corners and cracks - why then, why did he feel like those trooper hands were still on him? It was an odd feeling. His pacing slowed. His vibrant red hair fell over his face as he studied the floor before him, head bowed, biting his lips, a gesture strangely child-like. A truly odd feeling, something akin to ... No, he shook his head in disbelief, eyes going wide. It was a strangely sexual sensation. Sexual? Sensual? How was he supposed to know, he hadn't ... Long fingers curled into fists. That was disgusting! Forcing his revolting stomach into submission, he took up his pacing again. Pleasures of the flesh, he sneered. Pleasures indeed. It was disgusting. The fluids, icky, sticky, the smell, the sweat, the noises, the grunting and moaning. Why did those humans insist on it being a pleasure? Aw hell, the others tried to convince him that it was a fun past time, something to occupy the mind, relax the body. Elegant brows rose skeptically. He didn't need that, didn't want that. Pleasures of the flesh, he sneered again, ranked right there with the consumption of food, another revolting task.
And Wildfire had dared to touch him, to defile him like that. He had had no respect for the Armor of Cruelty, had not bowed and quivered before him like he was supposed to do. His temper spend, Anubis stood. He might have been the embodiment of arrogance and self-assured cockiness, which had very recently been dealt a hurtful blow, but he was also honest. And so lying to himself really was only an option in the throws of mad fury and blazing rage. No matter what the others thought, what he himself tried to belief, it wasn't the defeat, the failure, that grated on his nerves. It was what that child with those incredibly large blue eyes had awakened in him ... a curiosity that hadn't been there before, to feel, to taste, to explore, to find out if his skin could tingle in other places...
For the third time that night, his scream upset the many-legged critters that populated Talpa's castle.
CHAPTER 1:
Wildfire's Touch
Damn child. Damn him. How dare he? Anubis growled, eyes blazing with fury. How dare he touch him? He paced wildly, feeling unsettled in the most curious way, which did nothing to abate his rage. That, that ... CHILD ... had touched him, had laid his hands on him and flung him into the dirt like, like ... like he wasn't the Warlord of Cruelty. His nostrils flared, lips pulled back and an almost feral hiss escaped. His shoulder throbbed, the slight pain a reminder of his recent failure to control the little trooper. Failure was not a word in his vocabulary, or so he had thought. And that doe-eyed one, the woman, had watched, had witnessed his ... failure.
Argh. He screamed. A sound of utter rage and frustration that send little things scurrying along in the dark halls of Talpa's castle. That ... child! He hated the word, hated his inability to find something more derogatory, some other word, something insulting and mean and evil, something that described exactly what it was that he felt for the ... child. Argh. He barely stopped himself from screaming again. No need to let the others know how utterly frustrated he was. They were happily gloating as it was.
Dark Warlord of Cruelty! Ha, along comes this ... child ... this trooper and flings him in the dirt like he was a mere man, upsets his victory, his plans, and mocks him in front of the woman and that other child. He should have died in that volcano, but NO, he had to gain power ... gain power to lay his little hands on him...
If he were honest with himself, which he was not going to be, he shook his head, NO, then he'd realize that that really was what had unsettled him so: those hands on him. Defeat he could live with, just barely, but he'd manage. The war had just begun, he'd have his chance to revenge being humiliated so, he'd show that trooper... A small smile curved his lips as he imagined the atrocities he could visit upon the trooper, his friends, that woman ... but even while his mind was busy soothing his bruised ego, his nerves betrayed him. His skin tingled where Wildfire had laid his hands, his touch burned through the armor to leave an imprint on flawless skin.
His temper, barely cooled, flared up again, the color of shame and humility flooding his cheeks. In a moment of weakness he had searched out his reflection to see that imprint, but there was none, his skin smooth and flawless as ever. He had NOT been branded by that ... CHILD - his scream echoed in his chamber, sending more unsavory little things fleeing in dark corners and cracks - why then, why did he feel like those trooper hands were still on him? It was an odd feeling. His pacing slowed. His vibrant red hair fell over his face as he studied the floor before him, head bowed, biting his lips, a gesture strangely child-like. A truly odd feeling, something akin to ... No, he shook his head in disbelief, eyes going wide. It was a strangely sexual sensation. Sexual? Sensual? How was he supposed to know, he hadn't ... Long fingers curled into fists. That was disgusting! Forcing his revolting stomach into submission, he took up his pacing again. Pleasures of the flesh, he sneered. Pleasures indeed. It was disgusting. The fluids, icky, sticky, the smell, the sweat, the noises, the grunting and moaning. Why did those humans insist on it being a pleasure? Aw hell, the others tried to convince him that it was a fun past time, something to occupy the mind, relax the body. Elegant brows rose skeptically. He didn't need that, didn't want that. Pleasures of the flesh, he sneered again, ranked right there with the consumption of food, another revolting task.
And Wildfire had dared to touch him, to defile him like that. He had had no respect for the Armor of Cruelty, had not bowed and quivered before him like he was supposed to do. His temper spend, Anubis stood. He might have been the embodiment of arrogance and self-assured cockiness, which had very recently been dealt a hurtful blow, but he was also honest. And so lying to himself really was only an option in the throws of mad fury and blazing rage. No matter what the others thought, what he himself tried to belief, it wasn't the defeat, the failure, that grated on his nerves. It was what that child with those incredibly large blue eyes had awakened in him ... a curiosity that hadn't been there before, to feel, to taste, to explore, to find out if his skin could tingle in other places...
For the third time that night, his scream upset the many-legged critters that populated Talpa's castle.