Ménage

Chapter 9 - Heavy Hearts

Chapter - 9: Heavy Hearts

5 Months Ago...

"What are you capable of, Little Bird??" Teufel whispered as he stroked his prisoner's face, and the sweet song bird tugged at his chains, trying to pull away from his hands.
"Go to hell," he snarled, ever the fighter.

Teufel tsked, shaking his head.
"I don't need to go to hell to bring you there, now, do I?" He asked, moving to stroke his bird's hair and back, making him squirm under him. "Now, now - you didn't forget last night, did you?" He purred, tracing the mark on his neck he had given to his Birdie the previous night.

His Bird had gone very still.

"Why did you take me?" He finally asked, voice desperate - desperate but nowhere near defeated, Teufel noticed. But oh well, he had made progress.
"Oh Birdie," he crooned. "You are so special! How could I have not taken you? Your powers, combined with my blade, will easily put me on top of the world!"
"For the millionth time, I won't test your blade, you-"
"Language, Little Bird," Teufel interrupted smoothly. "Now, as for your powers - Know that you would have been greatly useful to me even without them. My plan would have succeeded just by having you with me, albeit it would have been a bit slower. But, when I first saw what you were capable of... Let's just say that no one has managed to make me that impressed in a long time. Your little display made me think. I had to revise and redo my whole plan. Do you realize the impact you created, Little Bird? I had to redo my whole plan."
"I don't need your help and I don't want your help," his prisoner growled, tugging away from his hands, which were now squeezing his Birdie's lean hips. "You are just a delusional psychopath, who, just like any other damn villain, wants to take over the world." He scoffed, before continuing, "Honestly, when will you guys grow up and come up with a better and different idea? Isn't it boring, always sticking with the clichéd and cringy jobs."

"You are right," Teufel conceded, making his Bird's head snap up and look at him. "I am 'clichéd and cringy', as you so aptly put it. But," he leaned forward, enjoying the way his breath hit his Birdie's ear, "the difference between me and them is that I am the only one who has you. Come on, give me some credit here," he said loudly, moving back with his arms spread wide, "your friends are supposedly the greatest bladers on earth, and yet, I have managed to keep you away from them for the past 3 months! I am a goddamn ghost in their eyes. They don't have a single lead on me," he smirked smugly.

"Now," he continued leisurely. "Either that means that you are not worth anything to them, or they are just a bunch of wanna-be heroes. Personally, I think it's the former," he finished with a sharp grin, enjoying how his Birdie was trying to put up a brave façade.

"I will leave you to think about it. The next time I visit you, I hope you will be smarter."

WIth that, Teufel sauntered towards the door, flicking his hands at his guards, commanding them to leave his caged bird alone. As the door closed behind him, he knew that he was close to breaking down the defenses of his Kitten. Now, there were only a few more days before his plan could truly be put to motion.

When the guards saw the maniacal and sheerly evil grin on their boss's face, they knew for sure that the guy inside was done for.

2 Years Ago...

"What are you doing here?" Kai grumbled when he felt a blue haired intruder climb up his temporary bed in the Granger Residency.

"I couldn't sleep."

"So? Why are you here?"

"Because I had a bad dream."

"A bad dream," Kai repeated.

"Yeah." Tyson sounded embarrassed.

"Go to your grandfather then. Why are you here, disturbing my sleep?"

"Geez, man, have some compassion, will you?" Tyson grouched, still not moving from his spot beside Kai.

"Hn. Let's see if you have compassion when I wake you up tomorrow at 5."