Setting: Cricket Bedroom
Time: Day 007, after Burial of the Dead
Summary: Machi leaves Rayne and Naminé, escapes to the Cricket Bedroom where his tired knocks him down
Warnings: Little bit o' language, obtuse literary allusions.
Machi shut the door to the cricket bedroom, then crossed the room and collapsed against the wall, sliding down it to sit down on the floor with an audible whump. He shut his eyes, breathless and drained... he was unreasonably and unexpectedly exhausted from... everything, really. But...
...he'd done it. He didn't regret it, even if Rayne would... as long as she adhered the their terms, he didn't care. It was fine. He could die again. Fear twisted him a little, but he ignored it, exhilaration drowning it. He didn't matter. He had brokered the deal--he'd seen dozens of contracts drawn before, listened to bargains cut, but never before--and as long as she didn't renege on it... a sense of accomplishment rose in him, thrilling, energising. He'd done it. He'd made it happen. Something welled up, a strange sort of pride; twisted, dark and dishonest, but warming, making a smile, a real one, slowly spread across his face, followed by breathless giggling, then outright laughter.
He'd done it.
He'd actually done it.
The only regret... was that he'd involved Naminé, and that... had been necessary. The only sure way--she was a bargaining chip, he'd had to make Rayne listen, agree. Still, it made him feel like a monster--then again, he supposed he was one.