(no subject)

[leading-sky.livejournal.com]

Who: Balthier & Isaack
What: Balthier needs help. (Serious help...)
Where: Infirmary
When: After Balthier saw Squall
Rating: PG-13

 

Isaack lay in bed, a small smile in face, content with the night’s happenings.

 

Balthier made his way into the infirmary, he was so obviously angry. The look in his eyes was dark, almost evil. He saw Isaack and double checked there were no nurses then moved closer. "I need you."

 

Isaack looked up from the book he was reading, raising an eyebrow. "Really? I mean, of course you do, I’m the best." He smirked playfully.

 

"I'm not fucking joking. I need your help with something." His eyes were sharp. He wasn't in the mood for games.

 

Isaack frowned by the choosing of words as he put away his book. "Okay?"

 

He tensed, his fists clenched tightly. "I need you to help me with your... 'Special' skills." He looked so incredibly evil and angry.

 

Isaack smirked, his eyes glinting. Killing. More fun. "Sounds good. Why?"

 

Balthier swallowed heavily and at this point his eyes could not have looked any closer to Isaack's if he tried. "Squall... was raped."

 

Isaack’s smile faded and he sat up abruptly, a scowl coming to face, his eyes flashing dangerously angry. "What?! By whom!"

 

"An old enemy of mine and his so called 'brother'." His palms were bleeding with how hard his was digging his nails into them.

 

He gritted his teeth so hard that Balthier could hear the gnashing. "Fetch me tranquilizer, superglue and a knife, if you can. It doesn’t have to be sharp. Spoon will work too."

 

Balthier moved to the cabinet and silently stole the things Isaack needed plus some random bottles of chemicals. "This has to be your best work yet. No one touches my Squall." His voice was dark as he walked back to Isaack.

 

"Oh don’t worry. I know how to cause mind-wrecking pain."

 

"Good. And don't expect me to sit watching. I'm not letting you have all the fun." He then grinned. It was a smile he'd never shown before. It was evil, dark, twisted. It was not Balthier.

 

"This is very out of character of you, Balthier. I thought you could not handle blood and gore."

 

He tensed more. "I'll handle it fine; this is something I have to do." He replied. He did not need to be reminded that he'd probably get ill while aiding Isaack with this task.

 

"Fine, fine. I'll do it gladly. But we need a room where no one can find us for at least 6 hours. Do you know of anything?"

 

Balthier paused in thought. "Squall won't be working; he's in pretty bad shape. We could use the laundry room."

 

He nodded. "Laundry room is perfect, and pretty secluded. Well then, we need to find them and get a way to get them there."

 

"I'll put out a message that I'm there. They'll both come. They've wanted me dead for years."

 

"Well then. Sounds good. We have it planned."

 

He nodded, cracking his knuckles. "During work hours tomorrow. And I don't want to leave a trace of them."

 

He nodded. "Fire is a good thing."

 

"I'll steal Squall's lighters. I'd rather he didn't smoke anyway."

 

"I need at least two, if not more."

 

"I'm sure he has two. I could easily get more; I'm a professional thief after all." He replied, quite insulted at the idea that Isaack underestimated his talents.

 

"Well then. No problem. Tell me when to be there, and I’ll be ready."

 

"Beginning of work hours tomorrow." He bundled up the things he'd stolen in a sheet from one of the beds. "Bring anything else you feel like using. Oh, and I want to pierce them. The bastards pierced Squall's nipple. I'd like to return the favour."

 

"Sure fine. I’ll use the same needle as the tranqs."

 

He nodded, still so very angry but a sick happiness inside him at the thought of the coming activities. "I'm so very glad I've got a friend as sick as you." He commented, walking towards the door.

 

"Teh. You are no better really." He calmly picked up his book to continue reading while he planned.

 

"At least mine is revenge, not pleasure." He remarked, opening the door. He shot a playful smirk at Isaack. "Not that I mind your hobbies of course." He then slipped out of the room.

 

Isaack shrugged, not bothering to reply.