The self-proclaimed Yami no Miko here again folks, ready to bore you with more Author's notes! Gee, that almost rhymed. This is yet another songfic, and it explores one of my favourite subjects: Xelloss' romantic life. I was sitting around as I so often am, taking a welcome respite from lugging boxes around and the like, while listening to some of my favourite songs when I started to think about how many of my stories concern the beginning of love. (Awwww... don't tell anyone. To this day the majority of my friends believe I don't have a romantic bone in my body.) Anyhoo. Get to the point, Miss N, right? Okay. The point it that I was thinking about the END of relationships. You know... when they start to drag and get to be more of a hassle than they're worth. So I started to think... if you had two immortal beings in a relationship together, wouldn't they get REALLY sick of each other? Maybe I'm the only one who feels it's possible to get tired of a person due to the fact I am a 'cold heartless bitch' and all, but the idea intrigued me enough and paired with the lyrics of a certain Cure song it made a pretty good songfic. Enjoy.
Legal mumbo-jumbo: the man with the smeared lipstick, Robert Smith, wrote the lyrics. I did not.
Drowning like a fly in my drink
You drone about being on the brink
But I really don't care what you think
Oh I'm sick of it all
Sick of it all
Outside the breeze played tag with the windchimes, making them tinkle and clang delicately under the rising sickle moon. Inside the cottage the air was warm and comforting, a blanket that wrapped itself around the two occupants. Filia Ul Copt made her way into the modest kitchen, carrying a stack of home-made plates that needed washing, and her nose wrinkled as she smelt the alcohol fumes that were drifting about the room like capricious spectres. At the wooden table a figure sat, every curve and angle well known and familiar. Filia snorted her disapproval and moved to the sink so she could wash the dishes, her tail swishing importantly under her skirt.
"You shouldn't be drinking again," Filia commented as she poured a bucket of water into the sink and added soap. "You'll turn into a lush before long you know, just like that Mistress of yours."
"Mistress is not a lush. She just appreciates good liquor that's all. And it's not like I'm drunk or anything."
Filia shrugged. "Whatever. I suppose you're not even going to offer to help with the dishes?"
"Why wash them at all? Why don't we just throw them out? You're always making new ones anyway."
"There you go again with your nonsense. You can't just throw away good dishes!" She paused to push an errant lock of hair out of her face, annoyed without really knowing why. "You know, I'm surprised you haven't driven me mad with all your silly ideas and stupidity. Is it any wonder my temper is so short these days?"
"It was always short," Xelloss Mettalium replied with a yawn.
I hate the way it's always the same
Hate recrimination and blame
And you just wait for me to fuck up again
Oh I'm sick of it all
Sick of it all
"I don't want to argue with you, Xelloss," Filia said, casting a poison glance over her shoulder. "I know how you are. You're cranky so you've decided to spread the misery like you always do. I guess that's just the Mazoku way but I do not appreciate it. Just because YOU'RE in a bad mood doesn't mean you can go ahead and get me into a snit too."
"Doesn't look I needed to do much," Xelloss muttered. He was tired.
"There you go again."
"Would you stop saying that?" Dull anger sledgehammered his temples and the irritation showed through in his voice.
"See? You ARE cranky. Told you so."
Xelloss sighed and took another sip from the nondescript bottle that was housing a good portion of Mazoku Liquid Fire. Why in L-Sama's name had he ever decided to shack up with a dragon anyway? "Lay off, Fi," he said quietly.
The ways you try and put me down
Sweet revenge for the things I've done
The ways you try and twist me around
"Give me a taste of my own medicine"
Filia had turned her attention back to the dishes. "What's wrong? The big strong Mazoku can't take a little criticism? Is that it? Don't like to hear your own faults? Well you've been pointing out my faults for centuries pal, and turn-about is fair play."
Xelloss glared at the back of her head, imagining the gleeful popping noise it could make. "I guess you're right," he muttered without emotion. "I'm an awful bastard."
"There you go being a sarcastic jerk again, Xel. You do not actually think you're an awful bastard. You think I'm being a total bitch, isn't that right?"
"Yes." He did, actually.
"You are such a prick!" she exclaimed hotly.
"What? You want me to lie?"
"Of course not!"
Xelloss sighed. You couldn't win with women...
Drowning like a fly in my drink
You whine about being out of synch
But I really don't care what you think
Oh I'm sick f it all
Sick of it all
Xelloss sipped from the bottle again, relishing the warm flower that seemed to blossom in his stomach when the alcohol was swallowed. Filia was drying the dishes with unnecessary ferocity. What the hell, let her break them if she wanted. She made the damn things after all.
"Sometimes, Xelloss," she was saying. "Sometimes I don't know why we even bother with this farce. You refuse to see things from my point of view - "
Because your point of view is fucked up, he interjected mentally.
" - and you're completely set in your ways. Have you ever considered trying to live a little less like..."
"Like what, Filia?" he asked with a voice like liquid nitrogen.
Filia looked at him defiantly, snapping the dishrag back onto its rack. "Like a Mazoku," she finished. "You don't have to be so bloody sadistic and cruel all the time you know!"
Xelloss shook his head. He wasn't cruel to Filia, not in his opinion anyway. Well, ok, unless she REALLY deserved it. Still, he wasn't lecturing her on how she should try to act less like a Ryuzoku: namely that she should pull that pole out of her ass.
I hate the way you want me to be
Hate regret and humility
And you just wait for me to fall at your feet
Oh I'm sick of it all
Sick of it all
"So what do you suggest, darling?" he inquired as he chocked his feet up on the table. "Shall I starve myself for your benefit? Stops leeching off people's suffering so I become a pathetic shadow of my former self? Hate to tell you this, sweetie, but if I stop acting like what I happen to be then I'll cease to exist. And that will really put a damper on our sex life."
"If you can call it that," Filia muttered.
"What the hell is THAT supposed to mean?"
"Nothing." She turned to glare at him, her hands on her hips. "And take your filthy feet off my table!"
Xelloss did as she bid, taking time to rub them across the hardwood in an attempt to smear any dirt he might have on his feet onto the floor. Filia looked at him pure, unadulterated disgust. "You're a pig," she stated.
"Oink oink," he replied boredly.
The ways you try and run me down
Make me pay for the things I've been
The ways you try and push me around
All you want to do is win
"I'm insane to stay with you!" Filia burst out at him, picking up one of her dishes and hefting it at his head. He dodged it easily and it exploded against the wall. "Of all the people in the world I had to be dumb enough to fall for you!"
"I thought we couldn't throw away good dishes?"
"NAMAGOMI! I should have known that someone with the cruelty to slaughter my entire race could never change his ways!"
"That was a long time ago! You weren't even BORN yet!"
"Oh great, remind me of the age difference. To top it all off I've been sleeping with a dirty old man!"
Xelloss sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tugging so the roots yanked at his scalp. Filia moved around him, her stormy eyes pointedly ignoring him, and bent to clean up the shattered plate. Her emotions at the moment were delicious, a confused stew of rage, annoyance, sadness and exhaustion, but Xelloss was too tired himself to fully enjoy the meal.
Any love you once felt for me
Has turned into this travesty
Of selfishness and jealousy
So why can't you just let me go?
He looked at her, hearing the soft sound of her weeping. He should leave her, he knew.
Any love you once felt for me
Has turned into this travesty
Of selfishness and jealousy
So why can't I just let you go?
"Oh here, let me help... You're going to cut yourself you silly thing..."