It's just me I'm sure, but I find it so interesting and unusual to write this pairing. They should have their own support conversations, really. A crack pairing, but I like it. ^_~
Title: Black Mamba
Pairing: Jaffar x Karel
Rating: PG, I think...
Black Mambas are the most dangerous
and poisonous snakes. Known as the seven-step snake,
its venom can kill you nearly instantly.
---A Kenyan warning
Karel hated Jaffar.
Such a simple thing to deduce, isn’t it? But that’s what it was. For the people he killed, it was mainly indifference. They were fool enough to cross his path and that was no fault of his. But Jaffar was like rubbing salt to his wounds, the way he walked around with his guilt and remorse. The Angel of Death mourning over his past like a child.
Truly pathetic.
Karel hated one person more than Jaffar and that was the green-haired brat known as Nino. She was the worst, the way she smiled and worried about Jaffar. He hated how she changed him from an emotionless killer to a deprived soul with no meaning. Jaffar now is nothing more than a specter, drifting to Nino’s wishes.
And that hate had transformed into something so tangible that it drummed in his blood, his pulse crying for that blessed relief. However, that would be risky. He had killed numbers far less than this army. But, never had he come across this many talented individuals and he didn’t fool himself into believing he would live long enough if he murdered them. So he let his appetite for blood sate itself in other ways, no giving into the silent drum call in his blood.
But beyond that hatred, was intrigue. He remembered his sister vaguely spouting the same kind of rubbish that now spewed out of the Angel’s mouth. His sister still fights with the sword like a whirl of light in her slim hands. Yet, watching the Angel battle was far more…beautiful. With those cold beetle-black eyes focused on the prey, Karel would watch those blades spin, rainbows of colour reflecting of the curved daggers. And the daggers would pierce the skin so softly. The Angel was not messy with his kills, only allowing the trickle of blood to decorate his knives. Oh, how beautiful it was! He couldn’t remember a time where he saw such grace during the battlefield.
Nino was not beautiful. He did not like magic-users. Their power is deep and dangerous, more infinite and deadly than his lust for blood. For the magic-users dabble into the Earth’s power and draw it out. However, the Earth’s power is not limitless and Karel could hear Elibe sob and weep at nights. And he was sure that the magic-users heard it too. To borrow another’s power to fuel your own is nothing short of disgusting.
But to fight Jaffar, to have those spiraling rainbows come at him like a deadly waltz, was a thought that made is veins throb, his blood crying from anticipation. So he thought about it and decided to present the gift of challenge to Jaffar.
If the Angel was startled by the request, he didn’t show it, “Why? People die when I come into contact with them. Do you want to die?”
“You make it sound so crude,” He quipped back, his voice soft and deadly, as it always was. Those who did not pick up the hunger for battle in his tongue were fools and Jaffar was certainly no fool, “And so certain. What makes you think I will die?”
“Lord Eliwood would forbid it,” Jaffar spoke automatically. Karel however picked up the hidden message, Nino will forbid it.
“It’s only a duel,” Karel said soothingly, trying to submerge the murderous intent in his eyes with cool steel, “It does not have to involve killing.”
“Maybe,” And it was Jaffar now coolly observing Karel. It was unforeseen, but pleasurable. To know that Angels are not willing slaves to their duties! After all, Lucifer was cast out of Heaven for that very reason. Perhaps there’s a Lucifer in Jaffar, “But I know you will push it further.”
“You’ve seen me in battle?” Karel recognized the thrill running past his shoulder blades, making him tremble slightly.
“It’s difficult not to,” And Karel spotted the slight sympathy and remorse over that statement.
Jaffar’s eyes were coal black, deeper than any pit Karel has ever seen. It was a challenge, to peer down those depths and perhaps spot a slight spark of light or sign that was a hidden part of the enigma Jaffar.
“So will you come?” Karel noted with surprise that there was hope in his voice. It was unlike him to act this way, but for the chance of a favorable opponent!
Jaffar nodded slightly and looked away.
That evening, Karel found himself unusually tense. He kept tapping his slim fingers against the sword in nervousness. He has fought many duels before, with people as deadly as Jaffar and reputations that preceded the Angel. However, Karel knew Jaffar, knew the man so well it was almost unnerving. And if he didn’t know better, Jaffar also knew Karel well enough.
Like kindred spirits brought together, Karel thought with excitement, his fingers drumming faster against the cool steel.
Jaffar appeared out of shadows like a heavenly being. The Angel of Death, Karel licked his lips and walked forward, “You came.” Karel had doubted he would. Perhaps that brat Nino might have side-tracked him with her childish ideals. It was very possible, but here he was, in all his glory, his beetle-black eyes deeper than any chasm of Hell.
“I came,” Jaffar said softly, “Do you still wish to carry out this duel?”
Karel wanted to snap at the man. Of course! Jaffar thought he was doing Karel the favour. Jaffar was truly an idiot. He actually believes that stupid child’s beliefs! Karel suddenly felt a hot anger pulsing beneath his hands. Oh, how he wished to cut that man in half, to see the rivers flow into the ground, staining the grass for eternity. Karel silently gritted his teeth in reply, “Yes. I will make you regret that offer.”
“Each to his own,” Yes, this was Jaffar. This was the feared Angel of Death, the person who made people quake at the very mention of his name. This was his voice, deadly and cold. There was nothing else needed and Karel’s bloodlust began to boil. No one deserved his attention the way this man had earned it. Jaffar leaned back slightly, his hands reaching for his daggers.
And they exploded. If Guy truly thought he had advanced far, he had never seen the full extent of Jaffar’s and Karel’s powers. They were nothing but blurs on the ground, only the slight sound of footfalls the only sign of their fight. Karel’s sword was like a flaming brand in his hand, the dying Sun’s light reflecting on it. Jaffar’s form was like a black shadow that chased the flaming brand.
It took a few moments for Karel to realize that Jaffar was not fighting in his full strength, that Jaffar was insulting his power. All it took was a slight feint and one of Jaffar’s daggers went flying and embedded itself into a tree. Karel’s eyes were glowing, “Don’t play with me. Show me your full power or I will kill you. Imagine how traumatized Nino would be.”
That was all it took. Jaffar lunged at him, his right hand dagger flung towards Karel’s chest. Karel deflected it easily and lifted his sword for the final blow. Jaffar was so close, it would be so easy to bury the sword into his head, watching the blood splatter over the ground…
But it was too late because he spotted a glint of metal in Jaffar’s left hand and realized he had an extra blade. And that blade was pointed at his jugular. Karel couldn’t help it. He laughed, dropping his sword onto the ground, “Impressive. It seems you have abandoned your so-called honour that Nino christened you with.”
“I am an assassin,” Jaffar said, his voice stoic and empty, “I live with deceit and I cannot change my nature so easily.”
“So Nino does not keep you on a lease,” Karel smirked viciously, “That is heartening to see.”
“Perhaps,” Jaffar got up and sheathed his blade and went towards the tree to retrieve the other one. He sheathed the other one and turned to Karel, his eyes hesitant, “It was a good battle. You are the strongest I’ve ever come across in a long time.”
Karel wiped his face with his green sleeves, “I couldn’t defeat you.”
“I didn’t defeat you,” Jaffar said, “I cheated, so that doesn’t count.” There was a small smirk, an expression almost alien on his face. Perhaps Nino isn’t completely useless. After all, she got the Angel of Death to open up.
“I suppose it doesn’t,” Karel looked down regretfully down at his sword, “Like a Mamba,” He murmured, “He’s like the seven-step snake.”
“What is that?” Jaffar asked, his eyes hard.
“Nothing,” Karel said, “But I expect a rematch.”
“Of course,” Jaffar said softly, his features melting in the darkness of the forest. Karel looked at his blade whimsically. He should keep in mind to tread carefully from now onwards.
After all, you don’t know what lies beneath the tall green grass. And it would be your own misfortune to run into a black mamba.
Yes, I am fangirl much....I need some challenges to jumpstart my muse...
Title: Black Mamba
Pairing: Jaffar x Karel
Rating: PG, I think...
Black Mambas are the most dangerous
and poisonous snakes. Known as the seven-step snake,
its venom can kill you nearly instantly.
---A Kenyan warning
Karel hated Jaffar.
Such a simple thing to deduce, isn’t it? But that’s what it was. For the people he killed, it was mainly indifference. They were fool enough to cross his path and that was no fault of his. But Jaffar was like rubbing salt to his wounds, the way he walked around with his guilt and remorse. The Angel of Death mourning over his past like a child.
Truly pathetic.
Karel hated one person more than Jaffar and that was the green-haired brat known as Nino. She was the worst, the way she smiled and worried about Jaffar. He hated how she changed him from an emotionless killer to a deprived soul with no meaning. Jaffar now is nothing more than a specter, drifting to Nino’s wishes.
And that hate had transformed into something so tangible that it drummed in his blood, his pulse crying for that blessed relief. However, that would be risky. He had killed numbers far less than this army. But, never had he come across this many talented individuals and he didn’t fool himself into believing he would live long enough if he murdered them. So he let his appetite for blood sate itself in other ways, no giving into the silent drum call in his blood.
But beyond that hatred, was intrigue. He remembered his sister vaguely spouting the same kind of rubbish that now spewed out of the Angel’s mouth. His sister still fights with the sword like a whirl of light in her slim hands. Yet, watching the Angel battle was far more…beautiful. With those cold beetle-black eyes focused on the prey, Karel would watch those blades spin, rainbows of colour reflecting of the curved daggers. And the daggers would pierce the skin so softly. The Angel was not messy with his kills, only allowing the trickle of blood to decorate his knives. Oh, how beautiful it was! He couldn’t remember a time where he saw such grace during the battlefield.
Nino was not beautiful. He did not like magic-users. Their power is deep and dangerous, more infinite and deadly than his lust for blood. For the magic-users dabble into the Earth’s power and draw it out. However, the Earth’s power is not limitless and Karel could hear Elibe sob and weep at nights. And he was sure that the magic-users heard it too. To borrow another’s power to fuel your own is nothing short of disgusting.
But to fight Jaffar, to have those spiraling rainbows come at him like a deadly waltz, was a thought that made is veins throb, his blood crying from anticipation. So he thought about it and decided to present the gift of challenge to Jaffar.
If the Angel was startled by the request, he didn’t show it, “Why? People die when I come into contact with them. Do you want to die?”
“You make it sound so crude,” He quipped back, his voice soft and deadly, as it always was. Those who did not pick up the hunger for battle in his tongue were fools and Jaffar was certainly no fool, “And so certain. What makes you think I will die?”
“Lord Eliwood would forbid it,” Jaffar spoke automatically. Karel however picked up the hidden message, Nino will forbid it.
“It’s only a duel,” Karel said soothingly, trying to submerge the murderous intent in his eyes with cool steel, “It does not have to involve killing.”
“Maybe,” And it was Jaffar now coolly observing Karel. It was unforeseen, but pleasurable. To know that Angels are not willing slaves to their duties! After all, Lucifer was cast out of Heaven for that very reason. Perhaps there’s a Lucifer in Jaffar, “But I know you will push it further.”
“You’ve seen me in battle?” Karel recognized the thrill running past his shoulder blades, making him tremble slightly.
“It’s difficult not to,” And Karel spotted the slight sympathy and remorse over that statement.
Jaffar’s eyes were coal black, deeper than any pit Karel has ever seen. It was a challenge, to peer down those depths and perhaps spot a slight spark of light or sign that was a hidden part of the enigma Jaffar.
“So will you come?” Karel noted with surprise that there was hope in his voice. It was unlike him to act this way, but for the chance of a favorable opponent!
Jaffar nodded slightly and looked away.
That evening, Karel found himself unusually tense. He kept tapping his slim fingers against the sword in nervousness. He has fought many duels before, with people as deadly as Jaffar and reputations that preceded the Angel. However, Karel knew Jaffar, knew the man so well it was almost unnerving. And if he didn’t know better, Jaffar also knew Karel well enough.
Like kindred spirits brought together, Karel thought with excitement, his fingers drumming faster against the cool steel.
Jaffar appeared out of shadows like a heavenly being. The Angel of Death, Karel licked his lips and walked forward, “You came.” Karel had doubted he would. Perhaps that brat Nino might have side-tracked him with her childish ideals. It was very possible, but here he was, in all his glory, his beetle-black eyes deeper than any chasm of Hell.
“I came,” Jaffar said softly, “Do you still wish to carry out this duel?”
Karel wanted to snap at the man. Of course! Jaffar thought he was doing Karel the favour. Jaffar was truly an idiot. He actually believes that stupid child’s beliefs! Karel suddenly felt a hot anger pulsing beneath his hands. Oh, how he wished to cut that man in half, to see the rivers flow into the ground, staining the grass for eternity. Karel silently gritted his teeth in reply, “Yes. I will make you regret that offer.”
“Each to his own,” Yes, this was Jaffar. This was the feared Angel of Death, the person who made people quake at the very mention of his name. This was his voice, deadly and cold. There was nothing else needed and Karel’s bloodlust began to boil. No one deserved his attention the way this man had earned it. Jaffar leaned back slightly, his hands reaching for his daggers.
And they exploded. If Guy truly thought he had advanced far, he had never seen the full extent of Jaffar’s and Karel’s powers. They were nothing but blurs on the ground, only the slight sound of footfalls the only sign of their fight. Karel’s sword was like a flaming brand in his hand, the dying Sun’s light reflecting on it. Jaffar’s form was like a black shadow that chased the flaming brand.
It took a few moments for Karel to realize that Jaffar was not fighting in his full strength, that Jaffar was insulting his power. All it took was a slight feint and one of Jaffar’s daggers went flying and embedded itself into a tree. Karel’s eyes were glowing, “Don’t play with me. Show me your full power or I will kill you. Imagine how traumatized Nino would be.”
That was all it took. Jaffar lunged at him, his right hand dagger flung towards Karel’s chest. Karel deflected it easily and lifted his sword for the final blow. Jaffar was so close, it would be so easy to bury the sword into his head, watching the blood splatter over the ground…
But it was too late because he spotted a glint of metal in Jaffar’s left hand and realized he had an extra blade. And that blade was pointed at his jugular. Karel couldn’t help it. He laughed, dropping his sword onto the ground, “Impressive. It seems you have abandoned your so-called honour that Nino christened you with.”
“I am an assassin,” Jaffar said, his voice stoic and empty, “I live with deceit and I cannot change my nature so easily.”
“So Nino does not keep you on a lease,” Karel smirked viciously, “That is heartening to see.”
“Perhaps,” Jaffar got up and sheathed his blade and went towards the tree to retrieve the other one. He sheathed the other one and turned to Karel, his eyes hesitant, “It was a good battle. You are the strongest I’ve ever come across in a long time.”
Karel wiped his face with his green sleeves, “I couldn’t defeat you.”
“I didn’t defeat you,” Jaffar said, “I cheated, so that doesn’t count.” There was a small smirk, an expression almost alien on his face. Perhaps Nino isn’t completely useless. After all, she got the Angel of Death to open up.
“I suppose it doesn’t,” Karel looked down regretfully down at his sword, “Like a Mamba,” He murmured, “He’s like the seven-step snake.”
“What is that?” Jaffar asked, his eyes hard.
“Nothing,” Karel said, “But I expect a rematch.”
“Of course,” Jaffar said softly, his features melting in the darkness of the forest. Karel looked at his blade whimsically. He should keep in mind to tread carefully from now onwards.
After all, you don’t know what lies beneath the tall green grass. And it would be your own misfortune to run into a black mamba.
Yes, I am fangirl much....I need some challenges to jumpstart my muse...