Trinity Blood fic: Obolus

[narcasse]

460 words. AU. 15. Mentioned non-con. Isaak, Dietrich & Radu. I shan’t say who’s doing what though because that would probably spoil the effect.
Unexpected promotions. The results of a scheme gone horribly wrong. The first of what may be a few non-linear parts to an experiment in logical extremes.


Obolus

Disclaimer: Trinity Blood belongs to Sunao Yoshida, Gonzo and others.

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“…of course Hell is just going insane and having all your demons comes and get you just as fast as you can dream them up.”
There was no response from the figure lying crumpled on the floor.
Isaak frowned slightly, flicking ash from his cigarette onto what might as well have been a corpse.
Still there was no response, from either of them. Two crumpled bodies just lying there. One; eyes open and utterly irresponsive, the other; eyes closed and whimpering slightly in the snare of sleep.
Sitting down on a vacant chair, Isaak stretched his legs out but was unable to reach the nearer of the two to use as a foot rest which would never do. With a rather annoyed sigh he stood up again and proceeded to drag one of the bodies over by the ankle to a comfortable position for his feet. Sitting down again he dug his heel in rather cruelly against a bare hip and for the first time a trace of real annoyance coloured his expression.
“When did you become so miserably dull, my dear?”
More ash flicked deliberately onto rumpled uniform and bare skin.
“I’d never though you to be so deliberately unentertaining.
He let out another sigh.
“So very, very dull. And after I’d made such an effort.”
Isaak dug his heel in again.
“Such a hideously ungrateful thing you’ve done, Dietrich.”
There was a low moan from across the room.
“Stupid boy. What am I to do now?”
A series of wheezing coughs heralded that at least one of them was salvageable.
“Do get up, Flammenschwert. This consumptive hacking of yours is really only suited to Puccini, you know.”
Isaak watched with feigned disinterest as the Methuselah pushed himself up on his arms and blinked in confusion before his gaze fell on Isaak’s impromptu footrest. And confusion gave way to horror.
“Stop it. I don’t want to hear any idiotic wailing at this hour.”
Radu’s mouth hung open, his eyes fixed on Dietrich’s irresponsive form.
“Oh, for goodness sake!” Isaak stood up, angrily grinding a boot into Dietrich’s side as he did so. Stalking over to the stunned Methuselah, he knelt down and grabbed Radu by the hair, glairing.
Panicked eyes fixed on his.
“What have you done? Is that what you’re trying to ask?”
“I…”
“Good, at least that’s a response. You see, I may just have a use for you since Marionettenspieler seems to be… rather unavailable right now.”
“What… what…”
“You raped him as far as I can tell. Which earns you points for initiative at least.”
Intelligible sounds in response.
Isaak let go and stood up again. “You should be pleased, Flammenschwert.” He turned towards the door before pausing for dramatic emphasis. “You’ve just been promoted.”

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Isaak refers to Puccini’s La Bohème, particularly Mimi’s death. Consumption is an older term for tuberculosis.
The title is taken from the coin needed to pay Charon for passage across the Acheron (river of woe) into the Hades.

Comments

[madame-parker.livejournal.com]

That is twisted, in a good way. Now I want to know what happened and how Radu was able to get the upper hand over Dietrich. This looks to be a very dark but good AU, looking forward to more. Is it wrong of me that I found myself sniggering at the way Issak was acting?

On another note, I have a small message from my mother:
she loves you, today she went shopping at Whitetard of Chelsea and brought a whole box load of tea, she is in heaven. The reason this has anything to do with you is becasue I told her that you found some good tea from them, if it hadn't been for you we'd still be in the dark about the shop, so thank you. :)

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

Ah… well, there’s not much more I can say without giving the game away just yet but it will be interesting, I promise. And if it’s any indication of anything the final part, which isn’t likely to be written in chronological order, may be titled “Charon”.

Glad to be of service. They do have such lovely teas and aren’t overtly expensive like these people (http://www.teapalace.co.uk/) appear to be. Once you reach a reasonable quantity of tea consumption, you just can’t drop everything to nip off to the shop again every weekend because you only picked up a small quantity with your spare change.
Another place that has some wonderful stuff is the PEI Preserve Company (http://www.preservecompany.com/) but they’re overseas so that’s slightly more convoluted to get hold of. They do have some lovely jams as well though which tends to make it worthwhile.

[herit.livejournal.com]

Wow. Now this was completely unexpected. Both Radu's skill to overwhelm Dietrich, and Isaak's reaction. I doubt Dietrich will ever get over this, really, and even if... His reputation and strong image is entirely destroyed, isn't it? He'd probably best just become an hero kill himself. That might be more pleasant than how he'd be treated later on. Though I guess if he ever recovers more or less, Radu'll die a bloody death first. <<

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

Ah, but some of that may be due to reasons which we’ve been discussing elsewhere. He might just never snap out of his catatonic state now considering the reason for it… which isn’t just because of what Radu’s done to him. It’s verging into what could be horrible fanon cliché but I’m hoping that it won’t quite get there.
I hadn’t figured on Dietrich ever recovering but now that I think about it, that would be one handy way to clear up the following mess eventually.

[herit.livejournal.com]

A preceding part? I can't wait, really. My God, it still shocks me, to see Dietrich like this. Though in a positive way, I suppose. It's interesting to see his reaction to being helpless. If he ever snaps out of this, I'm very afraid for his psyche. He may just kill Radu in a really slow and painful way, and may end up staging his suicide in a sort of amok run against the Orden and Isaak specifically, for 1) not helping him, 2) having needed his help, and 3) knowing about it. If Dietrich was insane before, now his psyche is gone to lala-land forever. XD

[alucards-bane.livejournal.com]

o.o <---utterly speechless

I liked it, I really did but....I'm confused. And curious. What happened, exactly? I suppose you're going to tell me what ever I wanted to happen, happened. XD Did Radu snap or something.


I did catch the La Boheme reference actually, if only because we watched a video of it in my music class the other day. <3 It was really enjoyable.

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

I’m going to be writing this in something like non-linear order but I’ll get round to the part that deals with what happened and the lead-in to that eventually. It’s not quite as straightforward as it being Methuselah strength versus that of a slightly built terran at least.

[alucards-bane.livejournal.com]

I see. ._. That's why I got so confused. It's like reading volume 7 before reading volume 1 then? >< I can't wait. *bounces*

<3 Indeed.

And as a random after-taste sort of thought, I never realized how many girls at college say "Ohmigawd" in that preppy, valley-girl, teenage voice. >_O Makes me wanna strangle them.

[reichsfreiherr.livejournal.com]

I have a habit of reading non-linearly as well. I’ve been known to leave comments all over the place to things nekonexus has been writing so that none of my feedback comes in chronological order.

[alucards-bane.livejournal.com]

I can't do that. >< It's just...this thing. I get horribly overly-compulsive about reading in the right order. It's also like I can't eat more than one thing at a time on my plate, IE mashed potatoes first, then peas, then steak. I just >< Warg.

It makes me want to leave here. ._. Or bust my eardrums with a hot poker. ...if you'll pay my plane ticket, I'll be more than in debt to you for getting me out of here><