capeandcowllogs | I love you, I’m charmed by your beautiful form

I love you, I’m charmed by your beautiful form

WHO: Kraehe, Mytho, Fakir, Duck, just all of Tutucast okay
WHERE: Obi-Wan's House of Teenagers and Cats
WHEN: Laaate Wednesday night.
WARNINGS: Your standard kidnapping shenanigans.
SUMMARY: Rue has been time-warped to an earlier point in the series, and is thus kind of traumatized by pretty much everything here. After a brief mental breakdown, she goes off to Mytho's house to kidnap him because somehow this solves everything.
FORMAT: Words.

After Mytho had left, Rue went soon after, just to get out of that strange dormitory. She didn't have anywhere to go, but she couldn't stand the way those two girls looked at her with confusion, and with that terrible sympathy. She didn't want any of it. She just wanted to escape, to go home where things made sense, where she lived alone and Mytho was still heartless, still hers.

She could still remember the way he looked at her, concern shining in his eyes. He had seemed so vibrant, so human. It was terrifying. This prince was not her prince at all, he couldn't be. Someone like him belonged wit Tutu, not an imperfect human girl like herself.

Human. The word stood out in her mind for some reason. She was human, wasn't she? Of course she was. What else would she be? As if in answer, a crow squawked at her as she walked by it, dark eyes peering at her curiously. She sped up her pace.

Suddenly, a great hulking metal thing sped by, startling her so much she tripped, and crumpled to the ground. Rue sat there for a while, leaning against the brick wall, ankle twisted, and throbbing slightly. She felt tears pricking at her eyes. Nothing here was right. Her prince, her home, her whole life had slipped away from her, changed into something strange and unrecognizable.

As she sat there, trying to disguise her sobs, a crow walked up to her, leaning forward with bright, intelligent eyes. The next thing she knew her whole body was on fire, pain filled her being, and, in an instant, vanished. Replacing it was a strange sense of clarity. Yes, she knew what she would do. She had to find the prince. He was hers, after all. With or without a heart, he was hers, and he would become hers, no matter what.

Even if Kraehe had to use force.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Mytho had been sitting by the window, idly petting one of the cats as he watched the evening sky.

Something was changing the Story. It was the only reason what was happening was happening.

Rue...

Reacting that badly to hearing that he had all of his heart... had she truly been happier when he was Heartless....?

At that moment, a raven sitting near the window fluttered away. It took him only a few minutes to find Princess Kraehe, who was settled on top of a building not too far away. Alighting on her arm, he hurriedly babbled the news about the prince's location, and was rewarded with a playful kiss on his head.

"So, he's close to here."

Kraehe stood up, a whirlwind of feathers forming around her. In an instant, she was there, standing in front of him with her clawlike hand outstretched in a cruel mockery of Tutu's pose.

"Hello, Prince."

Mytho looked up, giving a small smile. "Hello, Rue."

Really, in light of the previous conversation, he should have been more worried. But that she had come to see him after telling him to go away...

Kraehe simply blinked. She hadn't been expecting that response.

"Rue is gone," she said severely.

Mytho's expression grew sad, shoulders slumping slightly. "That isn't true. Rue is who you are, and who you always will be, no matter how strong the Blood tries to tell you otherwise," he said softly.

"I'm afraid you're mistaken, prince," she said, a strange smile coming to her face. "This is who I am. That girl was only a flimsy mask I wore for you."

Mytho shook his head. "I've seen your True Self, Rue," he said with a soft smile as he got to his feet. "It is Kraehe that is the Mask."

Kraehe backed away slightly, looking at him uneasily.

"And what did you see that proved to you that Rue is the true me?"

Mytho smiled warmly. "I saw a girl who sacrificed her own life to protect that which she loved above all else. That girl was you, Rue. You are the reason my Heart was able to be fully returned to me, and that I was able to defeat the Monster Raven."

"What are you saying? That I will turn against my own father?"

Her voice seemed incredulous, but her eyes were filled with terrible fear.

"You're lying. I know you are."

"He isn't your true father, Rue. You are not a Raven, but a human girl who was taken in and harmed in his care."

He looked at Rue a moment, a soft, sad smile on his lips. "I would not lie to you about something like this, Rue." As much as he wanted to say he would never lie to her, he had.

"Don't call me that!" she snapped, her eyes wild. A fierce black wind seemed to form itself around her, vanishing in the next instant as she calmed herself. There was no reason to panic, she thought. It was probably just some silly thing he heard from that foolish Tutu. It couldn't be true, not at all.

"If I'm Rue.." she said carefully, her face unreadable. "Will you come with me?"

It was a trap. He knew it was. There was no way that it could not be.

... but...

His smile was far sadder this time. "I would, if you asked it of me."

It was around this time that Fakir emerged from the bedroom, hastily dressed and looking alert but recently woken. His eyes narrowed when he saw the scene playing out in the living room, and he slowly shut the door behind himself before speaking.

"Kraehe." The word was full of contempt and bitterness. He'd almost expected this, now that he had made a promise to Mytho to live peacefully with Rue.

Her eyes narrowed as Fakir entered the room. Great. A visitor.

"Hello, worthless."

She grabbed Mytho's hand, pulling him towards her.

"We were just leaving, weren't we, my Prince?"

Mytho startled slightly, stumbling a little but not protesting the pull. "Rue..." His voice was soft and pleading. Pleading for her sanity, for Fakir's safety...

He didn't want that familiar scene to start playing out all over again.

Fakir, trying to be diplomatic, made no direct accusations. "And where were you planning on taking him?" he asked as he slowly stepped toward the pair. "It's late."

Kraehe pulled him close, arms snaking around his middle.

"It doesn't matter," she said lightly. "As long as we're together."

"If it doesn't matter... stay here?" Mytho asked softly.

Her nails dug into his back.

"Not with that filth. I won't share you with him."

As Fakir stepped nearer to Kraehe, his expression was stony and his voice level and cold. "Get away from him," he said. "I won't tell you twice."

Mytho tensed at the sensation, the pain of her nails and the pain of her words mixing. "The quality of our time together doesn't diminish for it being shared, Rue..." he tried to point out, voice soft and placating.

He glanced over at Fakir briefly, eyes pleading silently. The last thing he wanted was the return of the endless fighting....

Her arms loosened, whether out of guilt or something else she couldn't say.

"I told you not to call me that," she said, voice low and dangerous. "Whatever you heard, it was a lie. I am only Kraehe, only this."

Fakir held his eyes on Mytho, sympathy bleeding through the cold facade. Even if the fighting hurt him, Fakir knew that going off with Rue - with Kraehe - in this state, could do him far more harm.

"Whatever you are," he said, turning his gaze back to Kraehe. "you need to go. Leave him."

"You are Rue... you always have been, even when the weight of the Blood in your heart made you beleive otherwise..." Mytho insisted softly, reaching up to touch the side of Rue's face tenderly. If only he could reach her heart....

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject