http://sakurascythe.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sakurascythe.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2007-06-21 11:21 pm

Darkness Inside [Complete]

Characters: Marluxia and Kovu
Content: Marluxia picks up Larxene's slack and has a "chat" with Kovu.
Setting: Wouldn't you like to know. ;D
Time: It's a secret. ♥
Warnings: None... yet.


Unexpectedly he'd had Larxene's other experiment subjects passed to him and she'd gone to... recover it seemed. He was a little out of touch with things as he'd only the other day and had been rather thrust into things, starting with that mess outside the gate. At least that had been taken cared of, and finally they had all those who had been intended for capture.

Admittedly Marluxia's interest in the experiments was less than some of his colleagues. Perhaps it was because of Vexen. It was no real secret Marluxia didn't get along very well with the grumpy Organization elder. Still, Marluxia took the order without question.

His first subject was one of their more stranger captures but apparently one of interest, a lion, by the name of Kovu, from what he'd been able to ascertain. A bit of memory reading would most certainly be in order.

Sending the dusks to fetch the captive, he waited patiently for them to return with him so he could begin. They were a little behind schedule due to the capture issues at the gate, and the last thing they needed was for Vexen to start getting impatient.

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-06-23 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Kovu was struck with a sense of severe disorientation as the dusks whisked him off to the laboratory. Although he had been on the verge of attacking one of the nobodies back in the cell, it managed to slip away from him as he fought to recover from the momentary shock of transit. He recovered quickly, but the dusks were already clamping heavy chains to his legs and neck. The lion snapped at one of the offending creatures, but was roughly jerked back by one of the chains as his jaws closed. To his dismay, he didn't even manage to cause a minor injury to his tormentor.

He tried to claw at them, but the chains held him back there as well. All he could really do was snarl and roar, and none of the creatures seemed to take any notice. It was humiliating.

It actually took him a few moments to realize there was someone else in the room. As the dusks finished their tasks and vanished, Kovu ceased his display of anger and fixed this new adversary with a furious glare. "Who are you?" he demanded, pointedly ignoring the fact that he was the prisoner and not really in any position to make have his demands answered.

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-06-28 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Kovu froze as the pink-haired man stepped right through him. Up to that point, he'd been planning to snap at him if he'd gotten close. Now he wasn't sure if that would even do anything to the guy. What was with these people and breaking the laws of nature? The lion had a feeling he was even more royally screwed than he had originally thought.

He turned as much as he was able to glare back at the black-robed figure looming over him. "Chosen One?" he asked, a bit of curiosity evident in his voice. It was an odd choice of words. The only thing he'd ever been chosen for was... well... something that he'd given up quite a while ago. He could only assume that the man was referring to his inclusion among the other prisoners. A dubious honor to be sure...

"You make me sound so important," he commented dryly. "Should I be flattered or repulsed?"

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-06-28 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kovu blinked. This was not what he had been expecting at all. He wasn't sure how this particular bit of information could have fallen into his captor's hands, except by way of his mother or other family member. It was, however, bad news. Had they captured someone else he knew, or... had they actually ~been~ to the Pridelands? They did have the ability to teleport, after all. Maybe they'd been watching him longer than he'd thought... Maybe they'd been keeping tabs on him for months or even years and he'd never known... That was a spooky thought.

"Ah... that..." he said after a moment. It didn't make much sense, though. Why would anyone be interested in that? He'd turned his back on that life. And how could his mother's twisted revenge fantasies even matter now? It wasn't as if he had the ability to carry them out, much less the desire to.

"She may have believed something along those lines," he admitted, trying to figure out where this conversation was going.

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-07-09 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not that kind of person!" Kovu snarled, a little too quickly and defensively. "And I'm not the one taking hostages and... and..." the lion glanced down at the restraints around his legs and tugged at one of the chains sharply, "doing this to people! Maybe you should be checking yourself for darkness, huh?"

The conversation was going downhill far more quickly than he could have ever imagined. Even as he insisted he wasn't full of darkness, a little twinge of doubt made him wonder if there was something deep down he was hiding. He'd turned away from the path of Scar in time to avoid doing something he could never take back, hadn't he? Even though Simba had exiled him, it had all been due to a misunderstanding - rather, to one of his mother's lies. He'd never actually raised a paw against the king, despite all his training to the contrary. Didn't that mean he'd beaten out the darkness that his mother had tried to fill him with? Didn't that mean he was basically good?

Sure, he'd originally taken part in the plan to kill Simba, but that was before he knew better... And all he'd really done in that part of the scheme was to rescue Kiara from a fire that his siblings had started. Maybe the fire was partially his fault since he'd been involved in the plan, but at least nobody had gotten hurt... Or, at least, nobody important that he knew about. (He decided not to speculate on the fate of the various herd animals in the area. They were prey anyway, and if any of them had died, someone had probably gotten a good meal out of it later.)

Anyway, he didn't think he'd done anything that really justified the theory that he was really an evil person, deep down. Being cruel was a choice... wasn't it? Even if he was technically capable of anything, he could choose not to follow that path... right?

He hoped so.

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-07-31 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"What, that my life changed for the better?" Kovu snapped, despising everything about this person interrogating him. How was any of this his business, anyway? It wasn't as if he had been affiliated with either side... "Kiara showed me that I didn't have to live my life filled with darkness and rage. She showed me what it means to have friends... What it means to be LOVED! Are you so stupid that you think I'd actually REGRET not killing Simba?"

He shifted his weight slightly, the chains clinking at the movements. "I don't regret that I failed my mother's expectations, if that's what you're getting at. She wanted me to be something vile and twisted - the heir of Scar. Maybe I could have done it, and been a more powerful and feared king than Scar ever was. But I didn't, and I can't say I'm sad to have missed the opportunity, because it means NOTHING to me now!"

This, at least, was one thing Kovu was certain of. He didn't want Simba's kingdom - not anymore. He didn't want power...

What he really wanted, especially at the moment, was the chance to run side by side with Kiara through the open fields again... To lay down beside her and look up at the stars in the sky, finding familiar images in the constellations. She was the one thing he wanted most of all, and he knew he wasn't going to get her by use of any darkness still lurking deep in his heart.

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-08-24 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
The lion went completely still, a chill running through him like a rush of ice water. The pink-haired man's words had not only taken the wind out of his sails but also ran his metaphorical boat into the rocks as well. The comments were obviously intended to make him doubt himself. The problem was... even though Kovu knew that, it was still an effective tactic because everything that his captor had said was true. Not to mention, his final remark had some possibly horrible implications.

"She was... She..." Kovu stammered, nearly at a loss for words. His panicked expression hardened as his fear turned to rage. How dare they use her against him! Even though he knew that he was giving the man exactly the response he was looking for, the lion couldn't help himself. "What did you do to her?" he demanded. "Don't you DARE do anything to her or I'll tear you to pieces!"

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-09-13 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
The lion growled low, continuing to glare at Marluxia for a few moments longer before he gave in and pulled the journal towards himself. He had always found the thing a little bit difficult to open and close, and the chains restricting him made the task even more awkward, so he took his time prying the device open, since it seemed like the nobody was going to wait for him to finish what he was doing before resuming the interrogation.

The lion told the device to look up Kiara's journal. When the reply "user not found" came back, he tried again, just in case it hadn't heard him right the first time. By the third time, he was shouting at the journal in frustration. "What do you mean she's not found?!" He turned his glare back towards the pink-haired man, and would have sprung at him if the chains had not held him back. "Damn it! Where is she? Where did you people send her THIS time?!"

[identity profile] fuzzymaraca.livejournal.com 2007-10-13 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
Kovu snarled, pulling against the chains in a vain attempt to get at his antagonizer. Part of him knew he was playing right into the man's mind games, but he didn't really care any more. Kiara was gone, and he didn't know if he'd ever see her again. His one chance to get back together with her, and he'd lost it. He didn't even need the continued goading from the pink-haired guy to know that he'd failed miserably. Just like the last time...

Maybe he deserved to be an outcast... He couldn't do anything right.