Zene Oneshots

My Bride [Groom]

The sound of sobbing filled the room.

It wasn't just the one room he was forced to stay in, though. The entire bottom level echoed with the cries of the kidnapped Ro'Meave. None of the guard dogs knew why, and they were some of the most intelligent creatures.

Zane sat against the wall in the corner, sobbing into his arms. He never asked to be kidnapped, and never wanted to be. He didn't know who that person was, if they were even human. He wanted to go home to his mom and brothers, but that... thing wouldn't let him!

"Princess~!"

Zane didn't look up. He didn't have to look up. He already knew who it was, and it wasn't someone he wanted to see. He tensed up, digging his nails into the sleeves of his sweater, as the footsteps approached.

"Hey, you can tell me what's wrong..." He whispered, hugging Zane close.

Zane squirmed from his clear discomfort, especially feeling him slip a hand up his sweater.

"Gene..." Zane began, feeling nothing but discomfort. "Stop..."

"Tell me why you're crying.." Gene whispered, nuzzling Zane's head a bit.

"I wanna go home...." He began to sob again, a type of fear rising in his heart. "I wanna see my family again...."

Gene growled a bit, gritting his teeth. He hated it when Zane wanted to go home. This was his home. Gene was the only person Zane would need in his life. Why couldn't Zane just accept that!? The boy could at least get up to go to the table for dinner!

He backhanded Zane with a slap, before standing up. He loomed over the young goth with a tyrannical authority, a look in his eyes that equaled the rage of the Gods. The pale goth couldn't do anything to stop him, trembling in fear at the sight of his forcible kidnapper.

"S-Stop...." Zane whimpered, crawling back in hopes of escaping the older.

"Why should I?" Gene demanded, stepping closer to him.

"Because...." Zane was hesitant with his answer, his eye darting to different parts of the room to find something, anything, that could get him out of this situation. "I love you!!"

Gene stopped after hearing those words come from Zane's mouth. He wasn't sure if the words were creditable... Zane could be lying, after all. Still... Gene knew that Zane was far too idiotic to think of something like that. On another note, his state of depression had warped his entire mind.

Kneeling down, Gene grabbed onto the collar of the pale male's shirt. He stood up shortly afterwards, hauling Zane up with him. He took a moment to once again admire the true beauty of Zane Chisisi Ro'Meave.... every last curve and detail that had drawn him so close. Some call it simple lust, but Gene always insisted that it was love.

He remembered attending school with Zane. At the time, the two of them were nothing more than classmates. Zane would always talk about finding his "soulmate" on his own, or whatever he thought that meant. Surely, after all of the affectionate love that Gene had given, Zane knew that they were soulmates..

Zane looked away from Gene's face, turning his attention to a dirty tile on the floor. It wasn't normal to see dirt on the tiles of Gene's floors. In fact, the mansion was somehow always clean and tidy.

"What did you say?" Gene asked slowly, a bit menacing in fact.

"I.... I love you..." Zane repeated his lie, sighing a bit as he looked down.

The two fell into silence, and stayed that way for a minute or so. It felt like years for Zane, waiting for time to go by. His skin itched and felt as though his entire body was covered in dirt. Speaking of dirt, when was the last time Zane had been outside, or even seem the outside world?

The corners of Gene's mouth turned upward slightly, a grin appearing on his face. Upon looking at his eyes, a pinkish tint was washing over the calm teal. The tip of his tongue poked out of his mouth, before his tongue was hanging. He reached out to grab onto Zane's hips, not noticing that Zane was in the middle of slapping him across the face.

"Don't even think about it, you pervert!" Zane snapped in rage, a blush of embarrassment on his face.

"Ow!" Gene yelled at him, rubbing the cheek that he had slapped. "What was that for!?"

"Just because I said that I love you does not mean that I want to take this relationship further!" He growled in annoyance, crossing his arms. "And it sure as Hell doesn't give you permission to rape me!!"

"Well.... it's not rape if you like it." He offered with a smirk, only to have it drop when Zane glared at him.

"Rape is any forced sex." He huffed, rolling his eye. "It doesn't matter if you like it or not!"

"Besides, no one will do anything if I do rape you." Gene shrugged, dismissing the thought of court and the works. "That is, once we're married."

"I am NOT marrying someone as vulgar as you." Zane cried, before feeling pain in his stomach. "O-Ow...."

"Oh, you're gonna marry me..." He chuckled darkly with a smirk, pulling Zane close to his chest. "I'll make sure of that."

"What are you gonna do....?" He whimpered with a sniffle, closing his eye out of his will. It felt like something was controlling him..

Gene could only smile at the sleepy goth he held in his arms. His gaze went from his freckled face to his right hand, before he took it gently. Lifting his hand up, Gene snapped his fingers.

A small, velvety colored box appeared in his hand. He opened it slowly, imagining the ring on Zane's finger. The ring was made of silver, with a design of a snake. The eyes of the snake were dark red diamonds, and it looked perfect.

Taking it from the box, Gene slipped it onto the ring finger on Zane's right hand. He held the smooth yet pale hand in his own for a minute, before picking the goth up in his arms. He held him in a bridal style, before making his way to their shared bedroom. Opening the black colored door, he went inside and placed Zane on the bed. He ran his fingers through the soft black locks of Zane's hair, smirking slightly.

"Sweet dreams, my love."