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Papaya #8

Author: Regret
Rating: PG
Challenge: Papaya #8 - You'll Never Get Away With This!
Story: Arkadian
Word Count: 380
Summary: Arkadiy wakes up to a difficult situation and is reunited with an old 'friend'...
Notes: This was supposed to be a pocky, but it got away from me. It was supposed to be set about two years earlier too. And the summary's a bit of an understatement... My only consolation is that stuff finally seems to be converging.

He sat up. He tried to, anyway; he only got halfway when his head crashed against the roof.

He allowed the stars swim across his vision for a moment before shaking his head. It didn't help, they just rearranged themselves into new constellations. The pervasive pressure against the soles of his feet and his back, the triangle of his legs, informed him that his box was shorter than he was.

A loud bang to his left made him jump; his head caught the ceiling again and he tried not to wince. Sudden light made him squint. "Nice to see you awake, 'Kadiy."

He'd have lunged for the face grinning through the panel, but didn't want to encourage it.

"Aw, come on, sulking won't help." Havoc smirked, rapping knuckles smartly against the glassy wall. "Well, to be fair, nothing will right now. But still," he tapped again, a man amused by his prize fish, "it gets you nowhere."

"What are you doing?" It took more effort than he cared to admit to sound calm.

"Doing?" Havoc's face was a picture of innocence. "I'm not doing anything."

Deep breath, deep breath, the steady rise and fall of his chest the only thing keeping Arkadiy's temper in check. Careful not to catch his elbow on the side, he gestured silently to himself.

"Oh, this." The innocence didn't even crack. "You're my hostage. Or, if you prefer," he traced a lazy circle on the glass, inches from Arkadiy's face, and smiled, "my pet."

There was more space to his sides than he thought. The entire unit rattled as his fist crashed into the window.

"That won't get you anywhere." Havoc gave the fist an interested glance. "And you don't want to damage the rebreathing system either."

"You know you won't-"

"-get away with this?" Here was the Havoc he knew: the shark's smile, the deadness behind those stunning purple eyes. "You think you came to be in this by accident? Arkadiy," he leaned forward in his crouch, fingers linked together, "realise this: no one cares."

His face remained neutral; his chest ached.

Sensing his victory, Havoc stood, a movement which mercifully removed that smile from sight.

The last thing Arkadiy saw before the shutter slammed closed again was an airy, friendly, spread-fingered wave.
Tags: [author] regret, [challenge] papaya
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