MC: Just a small drabble inspired by Tyki's quick scene in the latest chapter and an acquaintance's reaction to it on Gaia. Lavi, you better be in it next week's chapter...

What? Tyki/Lavi hint? Where? -whistles innocently-

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Scar Tissue
By Misster Cackles

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Tyki Mikk had never felt regret after he became the Noah of Pleasure. He had felt saddened that he had to kill what was close to him, the humans, but the sport of killing made up for it. The Noah wouldn't allow him to feel such a thing, especially after that accursed Allen Walker tried to exorcise it from him, but Tyki was beginning to feel it ebb away, like a day of relief from a long-lasting cold; his head cleared of all thoughts that contained anything about ballroom parties, hunting Innocence, and being the host of Noah's Pleasure. When he had first gone to lie in bed earlier that evening for not feeling well, Tyki had only awoken several hours later, feeling as though he were on fire.

The use of his Noah powers, teleporting to a different location other than his brother's manor, left him gritting his teeth in pain but cooled down his insides, if only just a little. When he allowed the Noah to take over him, in attempts to relieve the excruciating pain since only teleporting seemed to have helped, he couldn't stop the scream that came when the Noah inside resented, the claws gripping onto his psyche to stay firmly where it was. When Tyki activated the white star weapons, his body began to chill more, but the stronger the Noah resisted on his power being used. Though it was then when he started to feel the Noah slip away. Dark topaz eyes had widened with an idea and he had started to release more of the power. Then he had understood that getting rid of the Noah would make it dull with only one side left, but only relief was stuck on his mind.

His niece had shown up somewhere in the time he was using his Tease as "target practice" and Tyki decided against telling her what it was he was really doing. They had sparred some and she hadn't even broken a sweat (though the Portuguese man highly doubted that he was actually attack heri nstead of an illusion), and after frustration built up from the Noah declining to offer any more of its raw power, Tyki had phased through the wall of building and walked through the air, blasting shots of dark matter through each other the windows, hardly caring that he had accidentally harmed Rhode in the process. He couldn't kill her, anyway, and what was her flawless skin compared to his marred flesh? He almost silently congratulated that redhead Exorcist for being the closest one yet to kill her if it wasn't the fact that she was still his family, his brother's daughter.

Rhode conjured a chair for him to sit on, an unusually ordinary chair compared to her usual works of art, and he slumped onto it, head bowed above his knees and long hair draped around his sweating face. His body quivered from dancing between hot and cold, but even then he was allowed to sit quietly without any demands from his Noah to hunt, play, and kill. It was almost eerily quiet for he hadn't had this luxury in years, but he welcomed it since he could feel the Noah inside concentrating on holding on to its host.

Still not calmed down all the way, Tyki spoke to his niece at last to answer her concerned question. He didn't want to think of her as a sister, not at that moment. He didn't want to confuse human emotions (which he wasn't allowed any of since the failed exorcism) with the Noah's feelings. If he did that, his Noah side would show through and he would beg her to help him keep the Noah within him.

"My wounds..." Tyki gritted, meaning his scars, "They're aching."

The Noah inside of him burned him again, punctuated by outlining the edges of his scars. It tempted him to speak to his sister, and Tyki gave in at a gasp of pain, exhausted and vulnerable and at his worst point. "Tell me, Rhode, please..." The Noah begged for him. Tyki clenched his eyes closed, unseen by his niece for his longer hair, but he was sure she knew what was happening.

"What is this feeling...?" At his feet, the broken stained window glass grinned up at him, his Noah reflecting on each one. That smile spread wider.

The Noah had won.

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MC: Er, believe it or not, but the end was suppose to be Tyki turning human, not loosing to the Pleasure...