carefully trained woman-monkey #1 (white_aster) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-09 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: white_aster, c: nocturne/suikoden, march 13, p: naoki/yuber |
"Ran", Crossover: Shin Megami Tensei: Nocturne/Suikoden (Naoki/Yuber)
Title: Ran
Author: White Aster
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence. Corpses. Zombieness. Ick factor. Everything you'd expect in a Yuber fic.
Word count: 798
Prompt: Crossover: Shin Megami Tensei Nocturne/Suikoden - Naoki/Yuber - Yuber as a Fiend - "What, this? This is just an excuse."
At first, they only hear the rumors, whispered from Ikebukuro to Ginza.
A fiend, gathering an army. A fiend with a Candelabrum. A fiend with a Reason: Ran, the Way of Chaos.
It takes a bit to figure out that they're not talking about the demi-fiend.
But this fiend's Reason is like a storm, dark and powerful and lawless. Eventually Dante and Naoki both wake one morning and can feel it beating against their skin like a black sun rising in the south.
"Show off," Dante mutters, then grins. "Bastard's got some teeth. Let's go kick 'em out."
They find the fiend in the middle of a battlefield. The place is riddled with corpses, some fresh, some not, as if he has been here for some time, taking on whoever happened by.
The black-clothed fiend himself sits on a pile of corpses, sharpening two long, thin blades. He looks surprisingly human, handsome even, with long blonde hair pulled back in a blood-stained braid. Only his eyes give him away: one a cold but human silver, the other blood red, slit-pupiled.
Surprisingly, he's not alone. The figure standing just behind him wears a gray trenchcoat, tattered and stained with blood. As they draw closer, Naoki can see that the blood once belonged to the man wearing the garment: it streaks downwards as if spilling from two mortal wounds. The man is pale. Deathly pale to match some of the corpses strewn on the ground, except that he still stands, watching them with cold green eyes.
The fiend looks up, his smile genuine but showing entirely too many teeth. "I was wondering when you'd show up, boy."
"I've come for the Candelabrum of Rebirth. I do not wish to fight, but I will, for the good of all in the Vortex World," Naoki says.
"Whatever," the fiend shrugs, then gestures negligently with one blade at a pile of corpses off to the side. "It was over there somewhere."
"I--what?" Naoki stares, and even Dante blinks. "Wait...you're not going to stop me?"
"From taking that hunk of metal?" The fiend chuckles. "Why? That thing's just an excuse. I've got no business with the old man or the boy. Let them have their toys."
An excuse for what, Naoki almost asks, but the fiend is looking at him with a strange sort of leashed anticipation, and Naoki's pretty sure that he doesn't want to draw this conversation out. Instead he nods, warily, and glances at Dante, who shifts to cover his back as he moves to the indicated pile. A gruesome task, but his army would take it as the gravest sign of weakness if he asked someone else to go get his prize.
"Besides," the fiend calls. "We're both Reasonbearers, aren't we? Sure to meet again, one day, in the Tower or in the Labyrinth...."
The bodies, at least, don't smell too bad. Most of them are freshly killed, though it is hard to tell how freshly. Things do not rot here in the Vortex World as they did before the Conception. Still, moving aside the dead, cooling flesh is bad enough. The ones that are still slowly spilling wet innards are even worse.
The pile shifts, and Naoki loses a precious moment, thinking that it is just slumping to the side under its own weight.
Dante yells something behind him, Ebony and Ivory cracking for a shot each before Naoki hears Rebellion being unsheathed.
The corpses' eyes open. They come to life like demented puppets, blood-stained teeth bared, cold and sticky hands clamping around Naoki's ankles, reaching up for his wrists.
Naoki stumbles back and suddenly, behind him, the fiend is suddenly there, his swords laid like lines of icy fire a hairsbreadth from Naoki's throat. "To hell with Silverberg's plan," he murmurs, and Naoki can smell the blood and ash on him. "I like mine better." He leans in, until Naoki can feel how his breath holds no warmth. "So, demi-fiend. One chance. Join me, and I'll give you immortality."
Naoki breathes. He can feel the blades nick his skin at the movement. He could hit the fiend, easily, but it won't do him any good if he slits his own throat in the process. The sounds of battle behind him are too far away. Dante and the rest of his allies are being caught up in the rest of the fiend's...army...or so it sounds. "Immortality. Let me guess: as a corpse."
From the very corner of his eye, Naoki can see the fiend's grin. "Exactly." The fiend dips his head, licking at the edge of one tattooed line curling at the point of Naoki's shoulder. He has power, and Naoki's own power rushes to meet it, until he feels as if lightning crawls over his skin.
The fiend laughs, and it is much too interested for Naoki's comfort. "I'm going to enjoy killing you."