tampered | 'Cause someone must get hurt

When; (forward dated) February 1st; morning
Rating; R-ish
Characters; Hatter, Kira and eventually Setsuna
Summary; with memories missing, someone has gotten tired of being told Kira is someone he couldn't be
Warning; character death

It had gotten to a point ne was tired of listening to the repetitive stupidity that formed the minds of those surrounding nem. It was no longer just the strange delusion that Setsuna had of Kira being something more than he was, others seemed to believe the lies as well. If it wasn't for who he was pretending to be, ne might applaud his daring, instead it annoyed the devil more than should have prickling along the lines of nir sin and burning bright. There was a reason Pride was considered the worst of sins, the parent to all others--ne held them all in nir hands and while not as under the function of the sin's Satan, ne could still wear them well. Barbelo's wrath had nothing on nirs at this moment.

How dare this human think anyone could believe such nonsense. How dare those fall for it. Tiny, insignificant, and oh so frail. Ne'd prove to them just how mistaken they were.

After having July locate him, and verify he was alone, ne appears nearby. A silent, careful approach until ne wraps nir arms around him--no reason ne can't play with him before the final blow.

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The arms came out of nowhere and Kira stilled. He had been expecting it, knowing and understanding Belial better than he was sometimes willing to admit to himself, but he had hoped the trade would be up before then.

As it was, he could only hope that he could keep the damage done to his body and their relationship to a minimum. The Hatter came in useful in the City and he didn't want to lose that advantage.

Besides holding still, Kira responded in no way. Not a word, not even tensing. No change in expression. This too shalt pass, perhaps.

Like prey before a predator attacks, that's how ne sees it anyway unable to recognize the reaction as anything else coming from him in this state. There's still an odd tug, a familiar want that ne doesn't understand as ne knows what ne wants, knows that well enough and that he is not him.

There's a light drawing of a nail along his face following the line of his jaw as ne hums while thinking. "And just how to punish for such a terrible deception..."

"Doesn't seem as if you think yourself deceived."

Kira still didn't move, although his mind went through the motions. Push Belial away, call forth Shiranui and then he should be able to handle himself, even against an archdemon. He might die, but his body should have another restoration or two in reserve. He just didn't want to waste them.

"Not this One, but others. One can almost appreciate the lie except," nir nails dug deeper into his skin as ne walked around to face him, "for who you're believed to be in their eyes."

Ne stared at him, eyes trying to see just what it was everyone else thought they saw, only seeing all the things that proved he could not be more than ne saw. He was human, nothing more. If there was anyone who would know, who would recognize him, ne would. Nir other hand came up to join the first framing his between them as ne leaned forward, head touching his.

"Tell your lies. Convince this One, if you can."

Kira didn't react to the nails, other than finally moving just enough to keep them from touching him any longer. It didn't work for long, of course, and Kira sneered, shaking his head.

"I don't care what you think, demon."

It wasn't true, but his contempt was audible enough. He did care, had to care, was forced to care by circumstances, but that balance of power was hard enough to balance when ne did remember. It was impossible now.

"You should; although, think is not the correct word." Ne knows and all too well. His words, his tone it was almost right, almost but not which just proved all the more the falsehood of those claims. It also meant he was safe enough to toy with.

Between one breath and the next, nir nails slashed through the front of his shirt tearing through the material as if were nothing under nir touch. The thought of how easy it would be to continue slowly peeling back each layer until ne held that deceptive heart within nir hands crossed nir mind. What a pretty mess he would make before ne was done.

With the fabric ripped, Kira's chest showed, the mark of Rosiel's blood clearly visible. It only took a moment for him to call forth Shiranui from it, holding the holy sword as he used sudden force to jerk free and turn around.

He was ready for a fight, if it couldn't be avoided. "Keep your fingers to yourself." No need to hide his distaste, so of course he didn't bother.

And yet ne didn't care one way or the other for his disdain. He was not worth the effort or concern and no matter what anyone else told nem, he wasn't the one who could determine nir worth.

There was no sign of concern over the blood mark or sword, neither mean anything to nem at this moment, nothing did beyond proving the human wrong. There is no fear at the sight, ne won't die until the day nir Lord decided and not before, a smile lit nir face instead.

"Fingers? One's fingers are not what you should be worried about," ne said with a laugh as a staff appeared in nir hand. In the next heartbeat ne was swinging it toward his head.

Kira blocked the staff with Shiranui, eyes narrowed. He was ready for a fight and against an ordinary demon, he didn't doubt that he could win. But Belial was more than just that and he knew better than anyone but perhaps the demon himself what ne was capable of.

"I'm not worried at all."

His body should be good for another restoration, but he wouldn't let that happen without a fight, either.

'Cause someone must get hurt

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