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Mai-Tai	By : TalaXRei Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 1789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Parade/Desu Parēdo, nor the characters from it. I do not make money from the writing of this story. Death Parade/Desu Parēdo and its respective characters are (c) to Yuzuru Tachikawa.

Chapter List
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Amidst the inky shadows of his stone lair, at the summit of the arbiter’s palace, he watched them via an enchanted, otherworldly portal. Like a window, he peered, those brilliant green eyes, snake-like, bright and curious, took in the pale figures that moved within it.

      They, howbeit, could not see him.

      He’d been observing for almost an hour now, like a bystander in an art gallery doing one’s best to find meaning in a painting hung upon the wall. To these moving images there were no sounds, nothing at all, but he knew the words they spoke between them, as if he could read their lips. The human interested him the most. Her face had changed its expression so many times already. He thought it would have been far more difficult to have broken her but it seemed his calculation had been incorrect.

      Chuyuki’s mauve eyes had more or less rolled back into her skull. Her face wore an expression of intense pleasure but her spirit was shattered. That showed, in her glazed-over vacant stare. She was dead inside, and out. Her mouth hung agape, tongue protruding from beteween her saccharine lips. Her breath came in short, quick gasps, panting like a fatigued beast.

     And then there was Decim.

      Transcendental eyes slid to the arbiter's image in the portal.

      The boy hadn’t decelerated since he’d started either, his pace perfect and punctual. His hands on her hips tightened, his thighs pounded against hers as he used his willowy legs to add increased strength to each thrust. His prick drove into her, plunging in and out almost avidly.

      Despite the salacious sight, the grizzled, age-ravaged face of their observer ehibited not a single mote of lechery or arousal. His usual smile was thin and concocted. The large pink lotus blossom at his crown twitched like the tail of a brooding housecat. A mortal would have struggled not to run a hand over their own excited flesh, but what use was sexual arousal to a god?

      The sound of clacking heels in the narrow stone corridor outisde his chamber signalled that his guest had arrived. About time. She wasn’t late for a change. The footsteps drew closer, rolling in like thunder. And like thunder they were furious, an impending storm brewing yet to be unleashed.

      The old man didn’t turn his head to bestow her a glance or greeting. He stood, time-worn hands gathered behind his back, those serpentine eyes transfixed to the erotic spectacle still playing out on the fifteenth floor before him. The footsteps came to an abrupt halt close behind him.

      “What is the meaning of this?” She demanded, not even making the effort to screen the flinty tone in her voice like she usually did when addressing him. She was so serious and stern, as always, especially with him.

      He heard her harburing a slight wheeze, likely having sprinted from the elevator to here, no less.

      “Oculus, answer me!”

      “Ah, well hello Nona.” His voice was charming, pleasant. “I see you’ve heard about the goings on up on the fifteenth floor then?”

      “Word travels fast between us when the commotion can be heard though the floor and the ceiling, Oculus.”

      The elder merely chuckled and finally turned to look down at her. Short in stature but she was full of fire. Her fine aquamarine eyebrows were furrowed in reproach, her mouth twisted into a small tight line. Oculus could not help but surmise the emotion she wished to convey was one far more repulsed and displeased. He raised a hand defensively and shrugged a shoulder.

      “Hey. I didn’t do anything that wasn’t already destined to happen. I merely... gave the boy a push, is all.”

      “I know it’s about a book. And I don’t know what exactly it was he did with that book—”

      Oculus' eyes glimmered mischeviously. “Oh? You don’t?” He beckoned her forth with a gnarled, crooked finger. “Well, come here then. See?”

      He stepped aside and casually gestured for the arbiter to gaze into the mystical portal he’d been standing in front of for herself. Nona was hesitant for a moment, clearly apprehensive. He didn't blame her in all fairness. She offered a long, wary glance that oozed scepticism before gingerly stepping up beside him.

      When her eyes fell upon the images still lewdly engaged, her shortfall of emotions seemed to forsake her. Her sweet, child-like visage turned paler then the moon, only enhanced in the shadows of his flower-strewn quarters. Her hand clasped her mouth, eyes enlarged in disbelief. The sight of Chiyuki shaking with exhaustion, limp and laced in sweat and beads of blood in her bondage took Nona aback. And Decim. Her scandalised gaze went to him in disbelief. Her protégée, her equal and personnel, working his hips back and forth between the human's elegant milky thighs was a surreal sight behold.

      A dreadful, surreal sight.

      The image reflected in her magenta eyes as clear as it did in the portal. Occulus drank in her uninhibited facial expression like a fine pinot noir.

      “What did you do?” She whispered.

      Oculus scoffed. “Oh now don’t act so horrified, Nona. You know how humans are, with all their emotions and other unnecessary, deplorable traits. You started this after all. Remember? You were the one who wanted to see what arbiters would be like with human emotions, if it’d aid their judgements.”

      “I never—”

      “You,” he said, pointing a contorted finger decisively into her bloodless face, “will be silent.”

      She was, immediately. The stillness of his slit-pupil gaze was uncanny. His voice, though quiet, was iron-cold. When he was cold, he was dangerous. Nona wasn’t blind enough to see that angering a god was a fatal thing to do.

      He walked away, hands once again behind his back. Nona heard his sandals slapping the stonework underfoot as he circled around behind her. His hot, sour breath stirred against the helix of her ear as he leant over her shoulder, watching the screen with her.

      “I merely wanted to make a point.”

      At first Nona did not comprehend the implication his words carried. Then the full horror crashed upon her like a tonne of brick. She bit back a gasp but felt her voice drop into icy depths of her gut. With effort she tore her eyes from the portal and wheeled around, her thick turquoise plait flying out behind her.

      She came face to face, mere inches apart, from the tip of his pointed nose. He was bent over at a right angle, smiling that thin mirthless smile which caused the multitude of wrinkles on his face to uplift. Now his smile looked disturbingly cold. Her round cheeks flared scarlet as quickly as they had paled.

      “You! You were the one—! You put the book in the repository! You set this up! You put the idea in his head!”

      The deity’s eyes lidded and dropped from hers, settling instead on her rosebud mouth. Her teeth were grit, delicately snarling like a wolf baulked of its prey, threatening to bite. She looked so delicious when she was provoked, a little rebel, fighting against her natural indifferent nature she had been created with. He could eat her alive.

      “Humans are more than black and white, up and down, right and wrong, Nona. If you wanted to experiment with what makes a human a human, what makes them normal, then you need to ask yourself what is normal.” He nodded toward the screen, accentuating his words with the proof before them, and Nona’s eyes trailed back to it.

      “What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

      This was an image she wouldn’t ever be able to erase from her memory. Ever. This was a punishment, for something. Or maybe it was a punishment for... everything. For the emotions she had grafted into Decim without authorisation, or for bringing Chiyuki to the Quindecim in hopes to ignite those very feelings. Hell, maybe this was even for beating him at billiards mercilessly everytime. Or maybe this was something deeper, beyond her comprehension. To prove that god made some of the most terrible things happen for reasons one could not hope to understand.

      The arbiter swallowed the hard, dry knot that'd formed in her gullet and felt the current of something pull at her. A new sensation. Apprehension, prehaps. True concern at being faced with the wrath of an omnipresent being she had displeased. Gravely.

      Oculus’ fingertips brushed her svelte shoulder through the crisp white material of her blouse. The touch was feathery but she sensed the callousness beneath its worn skin. Stiffening she took a step back, revolted, and glowered at him.

      Do you know what the most primitive emotion is?

      “There will be consequences, Nona. Experimenting with things you cannot begin to understand is precarious ground to tread upon. My orders were not to be disobeyed. They’ve been punished enough and yours will come soon enough.”

      It's fear, my dear.
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