So I created this sort-of universe that's basically the Siren RP in an AU high school THING. It's fun to write. Also, tends to be quite violent..
Like this 'fic. It involves Irae nearly killing Sakura who is the biggest dominatrix EVAR.
So yeah.
Sakura, Irae, Rai. Mention of Takeshi.
Quite a bit of cursing and violence and implied smex.
The ticking of the clock annoyed her. The endless sound, invading her ears, resonating through her skull. She couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand this feeling of imprisonment, of resignation, of... Defeat. And this is why she hated...
Well.
This was why she hated school.
There were still a few hours, and she couldn't stand it. With these thoughts in mind, Irae stands and walks right out of the classroom, ignoring the protests of the teacher and the few people she talked to. Passing the janitors closet and ignoring the bangs behind the closed door, she heads to the double doors that served as one of the school's exits.
Only to notice a certain female figure stand before her, arms crossed under her chest. Gray eyes narrowed, giving the girl before her a glare that more resembled molten steel, Irae speaks quietly.
“Out of the way, Sakura-b*tch.” The girl gives her a glare of her own.
“I think not, Irae.” The teen, Sakura as her name obviously was, takes a step forward. “You skipped out on detention again.. Not the wisest choice...”
“Don't you have someone to try and break? Leave me the kitten alone, Windsor.” The very air seems to warm, and Irae's hands clench into fists. Seriously. Where was Takeshi? Wasn't he the one that was always trying to kill this stupid control-obsessed girl?
Or kitten her. Irae could never really tell. Who knows what the boy was thinking. She doesn't notice Sakura step closer, until she sees the girl reach to grab her shirt. Grasping Sakura's wrists, she all but growls at her. “Don't. Touch me.”
Her hands seem to burn. She feels Sakura flinch, and the inky blackness at the corner of her eyes. “Leave. me. Alone. Or you'll regret it.” Irae usually wasn't this quiet. Nor threatening. Well, she was threatening, but not in this manner.
This.. This was fury. The air around them is blistering, and Irae still hasn't let go. Takeshi would probably kill her for this, but she was beginning to not care. Bad moods do that. Lost in thoughts of murder and fire and death, she doesn't notice as Sakura suddenly pulls free, and pins the blond girl against the wall.
Big mistake.
Eyes closed, her mouth breaks into a wide grin. “Sakura...” She leans back against the wall. “You should know your own limits.” Her eyes snap open, completely pitch black. The pupils, irises, whites of her eyes... Everything.
Sakura's grip loosens in surprise for just a moment, and Irae takes that opening. Lunging forward and wrapping burning fingertips around the teen's neck, she tackles Sakura to the tiled floor of the school hallways. “I warned you,” she breathes, “You didn't listen...” She feels the skin bubbling under her fingertips, and laughs.
“You're so foolish, Windsor.. I wonder what your father will do with no heir?” Sakura gasped and struggled, but Irae only tightened her grip. Now sitting on top of her so she couldn't move too much. “I wonder what you'll die from first?” She was smirking. “Burns, or...” Pressing her thumbs into the front of her throat ever so much, “Or suffocation..?”
She heard voices and saw.. things. Parts of lives that were not her own. The voices weren't her own. They called for everything to burn. Including this girl underneath her. And oh, she would burn beautifully.
Irae planned to see it. Remember it. To have the image, the sound, the smell, burned into her very being. “You'll burn wonderfully, Sakura..” She doesn't even have touch her, but skin bubbles and blisters along her sides and legs and arms, burns everywhere.
Finally, Sakura Windsor screams. Irae merely chuckles, toothy grin widening. It's a beautiful sound. The pitch, the tone.. She can hear the pain and terror, the fear. It was always amazing. All the emotions. Letting out a content sigh, Irae loosens the grip on her throat just a little, though not enough to be thrown off. The scream got louder, and Irae laughed.
A loud laugh, mingling in with the screams from the Windsor heiress. A haunting, terrifying sound, echoing down hallways and sending shivers down the spines of those who heard. She never hears the footsteps approaching her from down the hallway. Tightening her grip again, she cuts Sakura's scream off.
Irae thinks she'd like to see the b*tch suffocate. The burns have mostly stopped. She's not quite crippled, but she would scar. That perfect skin of hers would be marred. She wonders how long it'll take until she stops breathing. Until her heart stops. Until her body gives out. Irae wonders how strong a will Sakura has to live.
When she feels hands grasp her arms, and flinch a little, her eyes widen, and she lets go of Sakura as she's pulled away. No, no! Sakura Windsor would DIE. She'd burn and suffocate and there wouldn't even be ashes left.
“Get the kitten off of me!” She didn't even know who it was. She could smell cigarette smoke, and the touch of hands upon her arms, holding her back, restraining her.. They were familiar. But Irae just wanted to see the b*tch burn.
She spins around to burn the bastard who'd interrupted her. How dare he. How dare he--
Black eyes widen.
“... Rai?”
The freshman frowns, not letting her go. “... You alright now?” There was concern in his every action, a strange sort of softness in his touch. He hated seeing her like this. That grin, the black eyes, the way she enjoyed it far more than anything else..
It scared him. Her skin was hot, it almost burned. But he wouldn't let go. He'd never let go. When she scowls and tries to move away, he tightens his grip, even though holding her is painful. “Stop it, Irae! You've gone far enough.”
Irae glances back at the still fallen Sakura Windsor. No she hadn't. She was still alive. Still breathing. The firestarter wanted to see her die. Suffocate, Burn. But nonetheless, she allows Rai to pull her away. “C'mon, Rae. Let's get out of here.” Clutching his sleeve, she nods, and the inky blackness starts to fade from her eyes. The temperature around her returning to normal. Someone would come for Sakura later.
She'd be fine, if not a little scarred. Eventually.
“... You owe me ice cream, Rai.” She couldn't be by herself right now. He knew that, she knew that. So he simply nods. As she leans her head on his shoulder and mutters a quiet apology, Rai sighs. But he says nothing, merely heading to the ice cream parlor at a slow pace.
These incidents didn't happen often, but somehow, Rai knew when they would. A gut feeling, or something. Sometimes, he's not there in time. They were lucky, this time around. If someone as well-known as the heiress of the Windsor fortune had died, it wouldn't exactly be easy covering that one up.
He'd think about that later. Right now, he had more important things to take care of. They'd deal with the aftermath tomorrow.
Yes, the ending WAS half-assed. It was written when I was in a pissy mood last night. Violence is fun. xD