Burn

They're So In Love I Swear-

(A/N: AU where Rody has some fucking braincells)

Trigger Warnings: death, confrontation, murder, fire, shouting

"Ggnh!! Touché-"

"You bit off my fucking ear!" 

"Uh..."

"Like I know you're batshit crazy and fuck but what the hell?? Who does that??"

Well this is awkward. Vincent Charbonneau tied up in ropes on the floor while Rody Lamoree, his waiter and love interest to be frank, gives him a lecture on biting off ears. Fun. (No it's not kinky)

"Rody-"

"And don't even get me STARTED on your sick idea of how to bring back taste. Ever thought of seeing a fucking doctor??"

"Look I'm sor-"

"You're sorry!?  You killed my girlfriend, you tried to feed her to me, you were gonna eat me, you bit off my EAR, you- you're SICK and all you can say for yourself is SORRY??"

"If you would let me fin-"

"God I should just fucking burn you now, you know you deserve it! You know what you did so you must know what a SICK and HORRID person you are. SICK SICK SICK SI-"

"RODY!" Vincent shouted before falling into a coughing fit, blood spewed from his mouth. Red stains from both the gash on his neck and the blood dripping from his mouth. He winced in pain.

"Rody, listen to me- *cough* I'm sorry. I'm a sick person I know just... put down the oil please, we can talk about this!"

"Let me ask you again, did you even love her?? Or was it all a sick game to you, another sick thing to add to your list? Did you ever fucking love her?"

"No."

"You're so fucking HORRID, you're a horrible HORRIBLE person and you deserve to BURN." Rody kept pouring the cooking oil around his former boss. He then threw the glass bottle down next to Vince's head with as much force as he could muster. Tears were streaming down his face, but Vincent didn't dare let his fall. His eyes followed Rody as he paced, as he lost his mind. It was amusing to him, but he didn't let it show. He attempted to speak again.

"Rody, I didn't love her because-"

"Because you're a disgusting piece of shit!?"

"-because I'm gay?"

"..."

"You're.. what-?"  Rody's eyes were wider than he'd ever seen them, he looked more insane than Vincent, and that's saying something. The tears were still pouring down Rody's face, as if he couldn't bring himself to stop.

"Uuhh.."

They stared at each other for about 6.3 seconds before Rody punched the wall as hard as he possibly could.

"WHY ARE YOU ONLY SAYING THIS NOW!?" Rody screamed.

"W-what..? Why does it matter, I'm gonna die anyways.."

"EXACTLY, WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING BEFORE I FOUND OUT ABOUT MANON, ABOUT WHAT YOU DID TO HER."

"Why do you even care?"

"Do you know how much I loved you!? I loved your hair, I loved your eyes, I loved your smile, I loved how much you seemed like you didn't care when I knew you fucking did, I loved everything about you, Vincent, and then I walked into the fucking freezer. I walked into the freezer, and all that love died and was replaced with fear. I thought, that a beautiful fucking man like you, couldn't possibly be straight, and mix that with the fact I'm still not entirely over Manon, I didn't think I had a chance at all, THEN YOU HIT ME WITH THIS BULLSHIT??"

The amusement left Vincent's body, all he felt was guilt, fear, and regret.

"You- you what..? You loved.. me?"

"I loved you.. so fucking much.. but you're dead to me now."

"Rody- please.. it doesn't have to be like this! I love you too-!"

"Sorry, Chef."

...

Rody lit the match.

The tears Vincent was holding in finally fell.

The restaurant burst into flames.

(Sorry it's short and it's almost entirely dialogue)