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In Your Likeness | Chapter 4 - So it begins

Your nimble fingers fiddled with the small folding knife, twirling it around in between your fingers, barely grazing the sharp blade. Your index finger hooked into the small metal loop on the hilt, giving it a firm twist around your digits, building speed. Then, with a firm movement of your lower arm and wrist, you hurled it into the dummy – right into the artery, buried deep within the neck.

Agent 47 sat a little away, observing you. The training outfit he wore was a bit too tight to be comfortable and the band-aid they insisted for him to put over his tattoo itched terribly. His blue eyes scanned your face – calm and collected, something he could find himself in. However, something else shimmered in your eyes, and he was unsure of what it represented.

“You’ve attracted yourself quite the audience.” he stated, referring to the group of teenagers, who had gathered to gape at you from the glass wall, a few meters away. You shrugged, waving it off.

“I’m the best Assassin the Brotherhood has, of course they’ll watch. They need to train to be like me one day.”

You looked over at them and smiled a little. When you winked, they shyly scurried away, like bashful toddlers hiding behind their mother’s leg upon eye-contact.

“You frighten them.”

“No.” you countered. “They imagine themselves in my stead.”

47 kept silent, eyeing you with slight interest. “So, you can throw these knives pretty well.”

“Thank you.” you said. “Mind showing me some of your skillset? We need to get familiar after all.”

He stood and walked over, leather of his garment snug against his skin. It unpleasantly creaked upon movement.

He drew his ICA Silverballer and aimed it at the dummy.

Before he could take the shot, however, you deeply sighed next to him.

“Long range? How dull.”

He raised an eyebrow before gunning three – four – five dummies clean in the head.

“You were saying?”

You walked closer to one of the dummies, inspecting the bullet hole freshly ripped into the plastic doll.

“Long range combat can be dangerous. There is no way to silence the target in case you miss, impact by missed bullets can be heard, if the bullet passes through, who knows where it will end up. And, you cannot quickly pull them behind a corner, immediately out of unwanted sight…”

“It’s critical, though. You carry a firearm on yourself, too. Unsilenced, not to mention.”

Unholstering your revolver, you handed it to him. “Small, convenient, hardly used. Almost obsolete with those bad boys on me.” You flicked your wrists in the air, revealing your hidden blades.

“One quick stab, silent and effective.” you concluded.

Agent 47 nodded at the dummies.

“Care to show me?” He walked over to them and readjusted their positions. “Let me sketch you a situation.”

You agreed, standing on the place where he wanted you to be. Within a minute, he had shifted all mannequins around.

“Imagine this. You’ve just eliminated a target and want to slip away, but the only way to do so is through the door, where a lot of guards are watching closely. They have noticed some ruckus, so they are on high alert. Think fast.”

“Six enemies… Fifteen seconds, how’s that sound?”

“Try it.” Agent 47 stated, stepping back. You deeply inhaled through your nose, crouching as if you had indeed been sneaking around to kill a target, and began your dance.

Thwack! One of your throwing knives buried itself into the head of one of the dummies whilst you grabbed the other around the throat, slashing your hidden blade across its neck before pushing it to the ground.

Then, you jumped on forward, kicking one straight in the back, making it topple over. You used its body to propel yourself into a flying kick, moving your wrist forward in the gesture. The heel of your boot hit one doll on the right spot to knock them out.

Upon landing, you burst your blade through the throat of the dummy you had used to launch yourself. Another throwing knife into the one you had theoretically only knocked out.

At last, you ran towards the final practise doll, sliding down to the floor to sweep it off its feet by using the force of your arm, blade slamming into the chest as you turned your body.

Slightly out of breath, you stood up, dusting down your attire. 47’s eyes were focused on you, slightly narrowed. “That took you twelve point twenty-eight seconds. Hardly leaving a chance to react and there’s barely room for error on your part given that you’re a skilled killer. Overall, I must say that it’s impressive.”

You smirked, putting your hands on your hips. This compliment coming from the strange hitman in front of you caused an inexplicable tightening in your gut, but you didn’t pay it any mind. It was probably the fact that he seemed to stare right into your soul, and he could either read your mind or your deepest secrets.

“So, what about you, now?” you suggested, breaking the silence. He blinked, flexing his fingers at his side.

“Of course. Give me something – Anything.”

You hummed and went to work. After a few minutes, you had made up a scenario.

“So, this dummy right here is our target.” you placed your hand on the shoulder of one of the dolls.

“In order to get to it, you need to get past guards. However,” you continued, “The door is locked. What will you do?”

Agent 47 scoffed. “Within fifteen seconds? That’s impossible.”

“I don’t care about your speed, Tobias. I want to see your approach.”

He was reminded of the other Assassins training in the same room upon your usage of his alias.

“What do I carry on me?”

“No lockpicks, crowbar, or keys. How about this…”

You tapped your chin as you looked around the room, walking over as you spotted what you had been looking for. You pulled a chest towards the set-up and found a long plank soon, too. You positioned in such a way that it was resting against the long side of the chest.

“This is an open window… And you have to scale the plank to get to it. You start right there.” you pointed at the area which you had designated to be the starting point, “I’m curious to see what you will do.”

Agent 47 took place where you had wanted him to and stretched his muscles.

“Ready?” you asked, adjusting a stopwatch to a counter of zero.

“Always.”

“Right, go.”

And off he went – knocking out a few dummies, subduing another, hiding effectively behind an imaginary wall consisting of a wooden bar to stay out of the enemy’s line of sight. He used coins to distract a few guards, if there had been any, and you moved them around to pretend that they were actually going where 47 wanted them to go.

When he eliminated the dummy by using a fibre wire, your stopwatch told a minute and a half.

“Nicely done, I must say.” you praised.

A sudden presence next to you made you momentarily tense – you had heard her approach, but her voice was so sharp that you shuddered.

“Well, well… I didn’t know we had a new recruit!”

“Hey, Sigrid.” you greeted with a wry smile.

“You seem like you know what you’re doing…” Sigrid spoke to 47, voice sickly sweet.

Agent 47 remained neutral. “Yeah. I transferred from Romania per experiment.”

“Romania… Interesting.” Sigrid twirled a lock of her black, dyed hair around her finger. “What’s your name, handsome?”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you turned to the training ground in order to put everything back in place.

“Tobias Rieper.”

“How wonderful to meet you, Toby! My name is Sigrid Andres. I originate from Finland. They had me transfer here ten years ago when (Y/n) and her brother proved not strong enough. And now I need to fill in for even more empty space, since he died and all.”

Your body immediately tensed up even more than it had before – anger swelled in your chest and you had to resist the urge to punch her in her face. “Otherwise, (Y/n) wouldn’t have been able to keep up with the work Mr Howard throws her way. She’s a bit slow, if I’m honest. I believe it’s… A family trait.”

Agent 47 replied: “I’m sure that she can manage just fine on her own. She is a very capable Assassin.”

Your humourless smile was rueful and you fought the tears blurring your vision, turning to Sigrid.

“You, of all people, have the least right to speak ill to my family after everything you’ve done.”

Your voice was sharp like a blade and contained unspoken fury.

“Go take a chill pill, (Y/n). You seem a bit agitated. You should get yourself checked out because you’ve been acting strange lately.”

A scoff built in your throat and came out louder than intended. You poked a gloved finger at her forehead, pushing her back. “A chill pill , is that what the teenagers are saying these days?”

“Not keeping up with modern-day media, old nag?”

“Want me to break your nose again?” you proposed with a scowl.

Sigrid turned away from you and towards Agent 47.

“You’re wasting your time, handsome… Come train with me instead. (Y/n) is an amateur. Perhaps I can show you a few… Massage techniques while cooling down. The showers are very spacious.”

She smiled, disgustingly sure of herself and her caked-on beauty.

“I’m not interested.” 47 deadpanned.

“I’m sure you will be eventually, handsome. All the men around here long for a taste of Sigrid and you’ll soon find out why…” She bit her bottom lip, winking at him. “Hope to see you around.”

She swayed her hips with every step of her departure, attempting to be sexy and hoping to hold his attention. You facepalmed, sighing deeply.

“Sorry about that. She’s always like that.”

Agent 47 hummed, looking at you, blinking a few times. “I figured that you didn’t really like each other.”

You laughed humourlessly, scowling. “That won’t even start to describe it. I loathe her.”

Pacing over to one of the dummies, you continued tidying up the training floor.

“We need to brainstorm a technique. We have a few more days to prepare, so I suggest we meet later, after washing up.”

The idea of taking off the tight training outfit was liberating to 47. “Sure.” he agreed, following you to the locker room. Gathering your belongings, you looked at him. “I always shower in my own quarters, and I suggest head for your own. The young recruits always shower here after training or school, and trust me, you don’t want to know how much hair is clogging those drains.”

You halted at the flight of stairs – one went up, where he had to go, and one went down, where your quarters were. “Meet me here at eleven-thirty.” you said.

“Noted.” Agent 47 said, ascending up the stairs to the room he had been assigned.

You went down to your quarters, rushing over to your bedroom to take a clean set of clothes.

Since you were one of the top-tier Assassins of the Brotherhood, you had been given private living quarters. It resembled more of a dorm, with just a few basic pieces of furniture and a small bathroom on the side. The kitchen area was adjacent to it, shared with a few other staff-members. The lower ranked members, like Sebastian, Miranda and Sigrid, had to deal with shared bedrooms.

Taking a lukewarm shower, you cooled down your body, scolding yourself for not taking enough time to do a real cooling down while in the training area. The whole run-in with Sigrid had you on edge and you wanted nothing more than to relax. Sighing, you washed up quickly until all sweat had made place for the soft rosy scent of your soap.

Your casual attire was fairly simple, and you threw your hair into a bun. Knowing that it was warm outside, you put sandals on your feet.

“Hey (Y/n).” Sebastian greeted. “Care to have lunch with us?”

Miranda and he sat at the kitchen table, a whole tray of sandwiches in front of them.

“It’s not like we can finish all of these on our own.” Miranda tried to convince you.

You smiled and shook your head. “No, thank you. I need to go upstairs, I have some unfinished business.”

After taking two sandwiches and stuffing them into a brown paper bag, Sebastian threw himself into the doorframe you were about to walk through.

“(Y/n)!” he said with feign hurt. “Won’t you tell us about that new Assassin, the transfer from Romania?”

“What about him?”

“Well,” Seb continued, “You and him seemed to have fun during training.”

You shrugged. “You probably read in the report that it’s an experiment. We need to observe each other the next few weeks. Also, why were you watching me during my training? Actually, don’t answer that. I need to file a report about this first training, so if you’ll excuse me.”

Brushing past a protesting Sebastian, you made your way to the hall where you had agreed to meet Agent 47. He wore a black suit combined with a red tie, the one you had seen him in during your first encounter.

“You may dress more casually outside of mission and training, Agent 47.”

He blinked. “I prefer this outfit.”

“Alright, your loss. It’s searingly hot during this time of day. Follow me.”

You lead him through a few halls, going through several doors and finally, ascending a ladder.

“Where are we going?” he quizzed.

“The roof.” you said, “Come on.”

Pushing open the trapdoor, you climbed through with 47 following closely.

The sun stung immediately and you worried that Agent 47 might get terribly sunburnt, opting for a place in the shade, against a broken air-conditioning unit.

47 stared at you for a second as you sat down, opening the small box you were holding.

“Sit down.” you urged, patting on the spot next to you. “Trust me, you’d rather eat lunch here than downstairs. Sebastian won’t stop talking.”

“Sebastian?”

“My friend. Come on, sit. If we’re not allowed to kill each other, let me at least try to become your acquaintance.”

A bit hesitant, Agent 47 took the place next to you and you held out a sandwich. He looked at it for a few seconds. “I don’t really eat all that much.”

“It’s just one sandwich. It’s good, take it.” you said, “You need to eat. Muscle building and all.”

He took it, and for a minute, you sat eating in silence, looking over the scenery of Jerusalem.

“Beautiful city, isn’t it?” you commented, immediately unsure if 47 would find beauty in such things.

Gesturing towards a spot in the distance, you explained. “See the golden dome? That’s the Dome of the Rock, built on the Temple Mount. Well, a mount… It’s more of a hill, really, compared to the rest of the city. Gorgeous building, especially if the sun shines on it. Behind it, not in our sights, is the Al-Aqsa Mosque.”

“I believe the Wailing Wall is near there, too.” 47 added.

“Correct.” you said, “The epicenter of Judaism. There’s very strict security around all of those places.”

You shifted, finishing your sandwich, wiping the crumbs off your hands.

“Jerusalem is the epicentre of religion and politics. I can’t think of another city deemed this holy by so many cultures. I sometimes wonder how it is, though. To be able to hold onto something divine.”

47 hummed to acknowledge that he had heard you, though not certain of what to make of the comment.

“But it makes for a great cover-up, too. I don’t believe any other city is as strictly guarded as Jerusalem. Guards on every corner and in between. Tension.”

You rubbed your chin thoughtfully.

“Inside the walls the religions tolerate each other provided that they all stay in their own quarter for as far as they can, and then, only to a certain degree. Outside of here, however, they’d kill each other in a heartbeat. You’d be good to stick to my side. I know this place like the back of my hand. It’s my turf.”

Agent 47 huffed. “Still, you hadn’t noticed me roaming about those days?”

You rolled your eyes. “I have superiors who handle things like that. I just do the field work. A bit like you, actually. You take the ICA’s orders. Or your Handler’s.”

He was silent, staring at the distance. The sound of civilization was drowned out by the distance you had from it, the noise of cars honking only faint. The mosque’s call for prayer was audible from far away.

“We’re not alike.” 47 said. “I’m genetically modified.”

“You go by the name of Agent 47. Where does that come from? What’s your real name?”

“I was born at the hands of a man named Ort-Meyer, and he gave me that name. Five men funded his project with both money and their DNA in order to create a superior army of killers. The Five Fathers, they’re called. I’m one of many clones, several types before me. Needless to say, it didn’t succeed, since I’m here, and I’m the only one left.”

Your heart climbed into your throat. “You… You really have no name, then?”

He shook his head.

“Oh.”

He shrugged. “Nothing to be done about it.”

You folded your hands on your lap.

“When I was a teenager, I was briefly informed of rival organizations. The ICA, the Magpies, the Guild of Apache… We never learned about Ort-Meyer, though. We were always told that we were the ones in the right, at all times. Our motto is after all, ‘we work in the dark to serve the light’. But I still believe in what I serve is the truth.”

Looking over your shoulder, you eyed 47. “You, however, are void of emotion, are you not? Just what I heard from the rumours about you.”

“More or less.” 47 said.

“Do you stand for whom you serve? I know you’d die for the cause, but do you know why you would?”

Agent 47 looked at you, narrowing his eyes. “They give me purpose. I owe them that much.”

You shook your head. “No, 47, I don’t think so. What I think is… That you know nothing else. You were created to be a killing machine and that’s all you’ll ever know how to do. Also a bit like me.”

His jaw tensed and you stared at him for a moment before continuing, “I was created to be a killing machine, too. Born from the seed of one of the Masters, born out of my father’s love for my mother, but still, in the end, it was planned out for me. I knew how to kill before I knew how to speak. It is all I’ve ever known, and I will never know anything else. Outside of this, I’d be lost, like an orphan abandoned at the side of the road in the slums.”

You stood up, dusting down your pants before grabbing the paper bag you had brought with you, shaping it into a ball. You pressed it against you, feeling the sun in your face as you eyed 47. He still sat on the ground, gaze fixated upon you.

“It might seem miles off, but you and I are alike.”

When he didn’t reply, you started to walk away towards the door again.

Upon hearing footsteps behind you, you halted, smiling a little before casting a look over your shoulder.

“I need to know more about the Brotherhood of Assassins.”

You hummed. “I can tell you more. But under one condition.”

“And that is?” he quizzed.

“I want to learn more about you.” you said.

“There’s not much to tell.” was his answer.

“Then tell me everything there is to tell.”

He gave you a small nod. With that, you headed back inside.

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jeonjagia · 4 years

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To Save a Life- Chapter 6

Luna:

I mindlessly trace the scratches in the wood, 'I hope Yoongi is ok,' I think to myself. This explains all the times he came home clothes all blood stained. What was I thinking joining the Mafia?! I ask myself over and over. This life isn't for you! More thoughts of what I would have to do in order to stay in. shuddering I shake my head to clear my thoughts. Suddenly, the door bursts open to show Jimin and Jungkook carrying an unconscious, pale and limp Suga in their arms. "Clear the table!" Jugnkook grunts as he lifts Suga up. I stare down in shock as I see he is bleeding from a stab wound. "Yoongi," I whisper holding the side of his face. "Move," Jungkook says pushing me aside as he lifts Suga's shirt exposing the wound. "Get me some supplies," he orders. Jimin hurries to complete his command. Returning with a first aid kit, he hands it to Jungkook who starts to work on Suga's stab wound. I soon find myself waking up on a bed in a small room. I must have fallen asleep, I think to myself. Then, I remember before, Suga. I get up out of bed and find the meeting room. I stand in the shadows watching as the men pace around, waiting for Yoongi to wake up.

RM:

I stand leaning against the wall, arms crossed watching the ground. Waiting is a horrible game to play. Jungkook toiled over Suga's wound almost all night. Now both of them are resting. Suga still hasn't woken up yet. I can see that his wife, Luna, is worried that he won't. I come off the wall and walk over to her. She looks up at me. "You have training to do," I say looking her in the eyes. She nods and slowly stands up from the box. "Where do we train?" she asks quietly. "Right here," I reply watching her expression.

"The first thing to know is observe your surroundings, this can teach you much," I state. She looks around at the walls and boxes scattered around the room. Taking advantage of her distracted state, I trip her, holding her so she doesn't fall. She looks confused. "Second lesson, never take your eyes off of the enemy," I says lowering my voice. "If you do this, it could cost you your life." I help her up and we continue fighting. She's a fast learner. Taking breaks we get water and some snacks, and then continue working, making much of the time at hand. I can tell she wants to do well and prove herself.

Suga:

I wake up slowly, noticing the pain that is throbbing in my side. Opening my eyes I see RM fighting with Luna. He's training her for the job. I sit up, grimacing as my side is on fire. The leader, Jungkook, walks over, noticing I am awake. "How do you feel?" he asks looking me over. "Like crap," I reply gently touching my side. Then I remember her. "She's back Jungkook, she stabbed me," I say watching Jungkook's reaction. "She must know that you married Luna," Jungkook mutters looking at the table. I watch Luna as she ducks under RM's punch and jabs him in the ribs. They then circle each other, looking for an attack. "She looks like she's learning well," I mutter as we watch them. "Surprisingly, she's catching on very quickly," Jungkook replies. Luna looks in Jungkook's direction and sees that I'm awake. Her eyes widen. RM, seeing this advantage attacks: tripping her. She yelps and grunts as he sits on her, holding a knife to her throat. "Dead," he says. Getting off, he helps her up, and she walks over to us. "You're awake," she whispers hugging me gently. I can hear the relief in her voice. "Hello Jagi," I reply smiling at her. "What happened?" she asks looking from Jungkook to me and back again. "Suga's target was armed and had skills we didn't know of," Jungkook states before I can speak. He looks at me knowing I can't tell her the truth, not yet. How many times do I have to lie to her?

Andromeda:

I look into Suga's eyes as I stab him: they're full of pain. Physical pain. Mental pain. Pain is good. I want him to feel pain, my pain of being left for dead. Anger swells up inside as I remember that night. And worst of all is he married my sister. I should be the one in her place! He loved me! Standing up, I walk away from Suga's limp body, as he did to me three years ago. Half of me wants him dead, the other half wants him to feel my pain. My pain of falling from a building for goodness sake! I have healed so much since then. I'm not so pathetic and deformed as I once was. I'm strong now. Walking back to my apartment, I open the door and see "my friend" is still here. He is sitting on the couch watching a movie...again. "Angel, really?" I ask closing the door "is this what you do all day while I'm out?" I question him. He looks over at me confused. "You eat my food, use my home, and don't clean up after yourself!" I yell kicking his clothes and litter towards the couch he sits on. He looks hurt. "I'm sorry," I reply, those words tasting bitter on my tongue, "I'm...irritated," I finish. He turns the TV off and walks over to me. Holding my shoulders he says, "don't worry Andromeda, we will find this person you are looking for." I look at him as he smiles widely. God, I hate it. He's smiling, always smiling. So happy, so sick. Well, I already found him...and killed him. I think to myself. I can't let Angel know what I really am doing.

Luna:

Over the next few weeks things change. The organization Suga works for and now me, is not the "mafia". They're more like incognito vigilantes. Fixing wrongs to others and not leaving a trace. They focus more on robberies of higher up people, hushed up murders, and drug deals. On the other hand, I have been training, mostly with RM, then sometimes with Jungkook and Jimin. I have learned how to fight, and fight well. Today, I will shadow someone on my first mission. I am excited, and terrified at the same time. Tonight, I will shadow Jimin. As the others have code names, Jungkook said that tonight I will have my own code name. I have now become one of them, as my clothing has changed and I have become more used to the life style here. I have my own weapons now: throwing knives. Many hours were spent practicing with them so I can now throw precisely where I need them to go. Gathering them together, the night has come and I'm nervous. Hopefully I won't need them. I place them in a pack that I got from Jungkook, "if you're good at them, and might as well have a place to hold them." he said as he handed it to me. I have become used to this kind of life. Not having a comfortable bed, always something to do day to day, could be killed on a mission. However, I don't miss the work in a "normal" life, or school, or having to talk to people and get along with them. I have been taught many things that "normal" life doesn't teach: how to sew wounds, use plants to heal, shoot multiple guns and use other forms of weapons. These skills are useful in my job now. Drifting back to reality, I prepare my eight knives and wait for Jimin's order to leave. Because I have been training with Jimin for four months now, I know how he fights, when he backs off, and when he is planning an attack. I watch as Jungkook hand Jimin a paper with the target description and reasons why they are going after him. jimin stares at it for a while, then hands it to me. taking the paper, I look at the picture of the target. 32 year old Peter Calahue- targeted for reasons of could be ally. "so we arnt taking this guy out?" I ask abruptly, cutting into their conversation. "No," Jungkook says staring down at me, "he could be a very good ally to have if we are going after Andromeda." Nodding I hand the paper back to Jungkook and stand up. "Ready?" Jimin asks. I nod heading toward the door. We exit our headquarters and peruse the address that was printed on the paper of where he could be. "You nervous?" Jimin asks eyeing a passing car down the street. "Not really," I respond watching him as he is alert at everything. "It's okay to be a tiny bit nervous, Luna," he continues turning into an alley suddenly. "Down this way," he states. Sighing, I follow, trying to catch up with him. Once we find the building, we enter through one of the back entrances, the front obviously to open. Anyone can see, and run if need be to inform authorities. Entering a large empty room, I see a man already standing there, back toward us. Jimin motions for me to circle the other way around as he goes the opposite direction. He motions for me to stay, observance only. "Peter Calahue, do you know why I am here?" Jimin says to the man, his sudden voice causing the man, peter, flinch. "Y-yes," he stutters in response. He puts his hands up as in a peace motion. "I-I didn't do anything wrong, m-my boss made me," He says . "Information for your life if you keep quiet," Jimin says harshly. "O-ok," peter stutters. "My bosses name, is A-," he doesn't finish his sentence as a knife plunges into his throat, and he falls to the ground dead. A figure drops from the ceiling beams, landing in a crouch. As it stands up, it says, "peter never had a life, his life was mine." The voice sounds like a girl, also judging from the body and height. The face is shadowed though. "I've had many slaves who work for me," it says pulling down the hood. I gape when I see her. She Vick's her head staring at Jimin. She doesn't know I'm here. Jimin hands rest on his knives, ready to throw at a moments notice. Suddenly, Jimin throws one at her, causing her to dodge out of the way. Using her distracted state, Jimin lunges toward her attempting to slice her with another knife. She jumps back to safety. "Tsk, tsk, Jimin. I though Kookie taught you better," she coos. "That's Jungkook to you," Jimin growls standing straighter. He lounges again, this time slicing her. Screaming in anger, she dodges another attack and cuts Jimins arm with her knife. He growls and attacks again, trying to trip her. She nimbly dodges his attempts and throws a knife at jimins head, which he thankfully dodges. "Ooh Jimin, your skills have deteriorated since we last met," she says mockingly. Jimin flares at her as they circle each other. "What have you done to yourself?" He asks genuinely shocked. "I survived," she hisses back at him. "None of you tried to look for me, or see if I was still alive," "I'm sorry andromeda, but we thought-," "Thought? That's the first mistake you made. You didn't plan it through, you rushed in regardless if the situation. You killed me Jimin," she snarls. Suddenly, they both lunge blocking and stabbing. Jimin then trips and andromeda takes advantage, holding a knife to his throat. "You deserve to die," she says looking down at him. Deciding its time to take action, I enter the room behind Andromeda and throw one of my knives at her. "You deserve to die, you traitor," I whisper loud enough for her to hear. The knife hits her in the thigh and she falls. "Your lust for revenge is too great Andromeda," Jimin says pinching a nerve in her neck causing her to fall unconscious. Jimin slowly turns toward me, "nice shot," he says examining his arm. We exit the building and head back to HQ. "Jimin?" "Yeah?" "Your arm, it's still bleeding," I point out. "I know," he says opening the door to our building. We enter and see rap mon is there, the others, on missions I assume. "So, how did it go?" Rap mon asks not looking up from sharpening the knives. "As well as can be expected," Jimin says not mentioning andromeda. He heads over to the small table and cleans himself up. I on the other hand, sit and watch him, wondering why he didn't mention Andromeda, or if I should. Why is her lust for revenge so great? Did she really love yoongi that much? I question myself. Soon, Suga is the next to return, then Jungkook. "Ok everyone, gather," Jungkook says motioning for us to come. "Ok," he starts, "We all have a new mission that has been in the making for a while now. A few months ago, we had an encounter with a group called the Shadows. This group wa responsible for killing Andromeda, and we have been trying to deal with them. But now, they seem to be a greater threat than before and we will have to eliminate them. We have found out from yoongies mission, that andromeda is alive," murmurs spread around the room. "Did anybody see anything new today?" Jungkook asks looking around at the faces. "We encountered her today," Jimin says looking up. "She killed Calahue," he adds. Jungkook sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "He could have been an important ally," he whispers. "Sir, I think she's with the Shadows," Jimin states. "Yeah, that's what I thought too," Jungkook sighs looking at the map in front of us. He stares a few minutes before looking up and saying, "well need more people, we need Jin," He looks at Suga when he says this. Suga sighs deeply while rubbing his face. "Okay, Jagia, with me," he says heading for the door. I follow wondering how this will end.

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hornyorca · 7 years

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Flesh.

AU! — Alpha!Ivar x Omega!Reader.

so, this is going to some A/B/O AU’s i’m gonna be making for vikings. a lot of people liked the idea, apparently, so, of course the first one is going to be Ivar.

let’s see if i can do the smut again guys. it’s been years since i’ve written anything this detailed. hopefully this turns out okay.

i’m so sorry for the damage anyone gets from reading this. i am nasty as hell. despite being a virgin like. just start calling me super freak.

i really need to go to church after this.

tags: @siren-kitten-his @bloodyivar @tiredofthisgeneration

this has absolutely no plot. none. i wanted to make it that way, but i knew if i did i’d make another series and no one wants that right now. i know all you dirty bastards want is sex. i know i do.

warnings(prepare this is a long list i just wanna be thorough): sex, cunnilingus, rutting, multiple orgasms, rimming, slight!anal, fingering, oral(giving/receiving), dub/sub, dub-con, slight blood, biting, slapping, kind of abuse, deep throating, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), talk of impregnation, breeding kink, REALLY ROUGH a lot of kinks okay? just all together really fucking filthy raunchy fuck me running smut. i really wouldn’t advise reading this unless you need mental help like i do. please.

A fool.

A hopeless, helpless, absolutely fucking pathetic fool. But oh, did playing the fool pleasure you in various ways, words not having the glory to ever come close to explaining.

How he would look at you, a single glance searching through a crowd of people and your lungs would constrict, drowning in his raging ocean. A flick of his wrist, a feathery touch of his talented knives. A single word from his sharp tongue, rolling like thunder to your ears would have you on your knees in a matter of seconds. You were a fool each time for following his careful gaze; when his expression would be light, calling in a frightened animal to his jaws, comforting as he would ghost his fingers over the skin of your neck. His trap was laid out clear, not covered by any disguise, and you would kneel into it every time with open arms.

How could you not?

It was simply nature, you’d like to tell yourself, a false hope on the wings of a flightless bird. He held power, so much power in his tanned hands, and it was not an option to follow your Alpha’s command — or any for that matter. It was etched into your soul, your very core that dripped with slick down your thighs as you inhaled deeply, his rough fingers gripping your hair tighter, guiding your head downwards. There was no need to command you, you were all too willing to spread your legs for Ivar the Boneless, no matter the condition, but he was sick, enjoying it when you put up a little resistance as though you could actually think for yourself.

There was nothing too it, and yet, it was everything you lived for, your nose digging into his pelvic done as your forced your head down, your skull pounding under his grip. You couldn’t help but whimper just at the scent of him, how it surrounded you, ate you like a wild beast in the night, and with every passing noise that escaped your mouth, he would only laugh. He knew, of course he knew, opening your jaw as wide as you could, glancing up at his sharp features through your lashes, there was nothing but lust in his expression as his nostrils flared and your hips rutted against the air.

You were disgusting, you knew, groaning in pleasure as he wrapped a hand around his cock, wiping the head of it around your swollen lips and tapping it along your outstretched tongue. “Fuck, just look at you..” Just his voice caused your eyes to roll in the back of his head, and the way you thighs quaked you could of come undone as he slid into your watering mouth. You wasted no time, whinning around his taste, never getting enough of his smell as you began working on him; bobbing your head up and down, swirling your tongue and sucking on him like your life depended on it. “That’s right, little lamb, just like that...” Ivar praised, a growl resonating in his bare chest, and you sneaked a peak up, watching his muscles jerk as her moved.

Despite the hot saliva dripping down your chin, you met his gaze and held it as you continued to take him deeper and deeper — a dangerous move, connecting eyes with an Alpha, but the curl of his lips, mixing with a snarl only egged you further. He loved it when you watched him, when he could see into your soul as you swallowed him down, as you choked on him. “So beautiful. Gods, I trained you so well..” And he pushed deeper, forcing you to do just that, water building in the corner of your eyes as he held himself there, listening to your struggled gasps and gurgling around him.

Holding your life in his hands was his ultimate pleasure.

“Take it all, you whore.”

You keened, curling in on yourself as his pulled back, allowing yourself to breath for only a moment and a damn inside of you broke, your juices flooding the floor around you before he began fucking himself into your mouth. Ivar laughed, thrusting up with harsh, deep movements, keeping a slow pace and holding himself deep for several seconds at a time. Just that one word rolling form his mouth, and he knew all of your secrets, your fantasies that you had shared with him. “Did you cum already? How boring — you filthy fucking Omega.”

There was nothing that excited you more than listening to him degrade you, put you down, and own you like you were nothing. “Almost useless,” He hissed, yanking you off his slick cock, forcing you to arch you neck at the angle he held you. Mouthing hanging open, you listening to him groan and his neck crack, looking at the pre-cum and spit that rested all around your mouth. “Maybe I should throw you to my brothers, just like this and see just how many times you can cum...” The snarl on his mouth was cruel, and his hand moved from your hair to your cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling your forward by your face. “Would you like that, you little slut? For me to toss you on your hands and knees, all needy and drenched in your slick, your scent attracting my brothers as they used you liked animals one by one until you were nothing but a cum soaked disaster?”

You were drowning, and there was nothing to save you, but your skin was burning as fire licked at every inch of you. You body jerked, quivering at the thought, only moans falling between your lips as you opened them to answer him, knowing Ivar loved it when you used your little voice. When you whined, and begged, told him everything you were thinking and feeling. Everything you wished he would do, only to have him punish you for ordering him around. But tonight, oh tonight, it failed you. There was no pleasure or amusement in him now, his head pulling back before jerking forward, and something warm splattered on your cheek where bruises would surly show soon. “What was that, bitch? Use your words.”

“N-no..” You whimpered, keeping your hands on your thighs obediently, digging your nails into the thick flesh there, wanting nothing more than you reach out and touch him — to remind him that he was all you wanted, all you had, all you ever needed.

“No?�� Ivar echoed, quirking his brow and the corner of his mouth twitched up, the dimples displaying a false innocence in his smile.

You shook your head the best you could despite his vice grip, another whine erupting from you, your legs slowly spreading out as you began to rut against the air. Your back arched, baring yourself to him, submitting once more and he loosened up, allowing you to speak. “O-only you, Alpha. Want only you, only your cock..”

He hummed for a moment, his tongue darting out over thick lips, head tilting to the side as he kept a cap on his hormones, despite the clenching you could see the quivering of his muscles, and you knew he wouldn’t last much longer. “Prove it.”

Shock came over your features, and for some reason, you could feel pain erupt within your body. It was no secret that Ivar did not trust anyone, but you? You had given him everything you had, and more if possible. You would give him the world on it’s knees if you had the strength to do so. “What?” Came a dumb reply, your eyes widening.

“Are you deaf?” Exhaling sharply, like a dry laugh, he let go of your face completely, confusing you thoroughly until you were tossed to the side, a burning sensation creeping across your face and tears welled up in your eyes. But if only, it seemed to fuel the slick dirtying your body and the lust pooled in you belly. “If you make me repeat myself one more time tonight, bitch, you will be sleeping outside with the real dogs.”

Reaching down, you whined at his threat and the new grip he had on your hair, pulling you up and forward until you were on your sore knees, the wood work causing them to scrape and bleed. Again to night, you were at his face, but he only hissed at you, bringing up his free hand to stab his finger against your skull. “Since you are obviously too fucking stupid to understand...” Came his snarl, causing you to flinch as his breath ran over your nose and more slick leaked down your legs. “I want you to prove to me that I am the only one.”

Never would you admit it out-loud, but for a split-second, the tone in his voice changed as did the look in his eye, causing a part of you to fall further under his spell and soften, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and he was ready to snap again. “Anything, Alpha — anything you want.”

“If you are true to me — if — you will bare my mark...” He murmured, running the tips of his fingers on his free hand across the mating gland that rested on your neck, but it trailed down past your hardened nipples, to your womb. “And my pups.”

Honestly, just the thought of those two things could of had you cumming and rutting on his leg right there, which you did a little bit, causing him to grin, his hand flying down to your dripping center. Ivar wasted no time in pressing two fingers into your dripping cunt and curling them, causing you to howl in pleasure, grinding down against them, pushing them deeper. “Hmm, something tells me you’d be more than happy too.”

“Y-yes! Alpha, please, I — “

Pulling his fingers out, he did not remove them from your slick womanhood, only seeming to pet your cunt while he whispered a praise in your ear, listening to you come undone for the second time that night. “Such a good, good little Omega for me..”

You nodded, whimpering as he practically picked you up in his arms, your body curling around his warmth and he turned on the bed, tossing you under him, and you caught a slight glimpse of your slick glistening on his abs and arms. Resting his weight on one arm, Ivar brought up the hand that had currently been pleasing you in front of his face, his nostril flaring as he inhaled deeply, black exploding over the blue in his eyes. “You smell so fucking good...” He moaned obscenely, seemingly having trouble not sucking your juices off. Instead, he peered down at you, offering his hand out to you. “Tell me, little lamb, does it taste sweet?”

Obediently, and oh so good, your mouth opened once more, your tongue rolling forth and waiting for him. They descended with a chuckle, until your lips wrapped around the two fingers and you began to suck, swirling your tongue around them with disgusting noises vibrating against his flesh. He left them still, burning his gaze into your as you drug your head back, your teeth slightly scraping his skin and you popped of them, a string of saliva connecting you. “Not as good as you,” Your voice cracked slightly as you purred, letting your eyes droop at him.

“I can’t wait.” Watching as he continued to smile at you, confusion ran through your brain until the world around you shift with a gasp — you were once again on your knees, supporting yourself with your forearms, and his hands were spreading your legs painfully a part. Skin met skin and you squealed, surging forward until blunt fingers dug into your burning ass. “Do not let that ass drop until I tell you.”

There was no chance to reply when you mouth fell open, a scream erupted from your lips as he began to feast on your succulent cunt, drinking the nectar that poured from you, only for him to drink. But you were burning, sweat slicking your skin as you quivered and shook, your fingers clutching onto the soft furs below you for your life. You could not help the gush of slick that came from your core quickly. He had done so much to you already, teased you, plucked at you, explored you, those things he would say to you. But you had to bury your face forward and shove your back to keep it from falling to the bed, wanting nothing more than to please him. But one orgasm would not stop him from eating like a starving man, despite how sensitive you became.

How he managed to hold out so long, you would never know, but all of the frustration that he would allow to build up, would have you fucked limp by the time he was done with you.

The sloppy sounds of his mouth on your cunt only pushed you on, especially when he pulled back and inhaled shakily, his fingers digging into your flesh to pull you a part even more, causing a slight pain as the skin around your womanhood stretched. “So fucking delicious, little lamb — could have me cumming before I even get to split you open...” And he continued, once more, his hands exploring every part of your lower body again, even pressing the tip of his thumb against the tight hole right above his destination, letting out a horrific chuckle as you squealed and almost jerked away.

Twice more, he pulled back, and despite how worn you were, your body shaking like an earth-quake, your vision shifting, you looked back over your shoulder to see him caressing your thighs. His face was drenched in your slick, but his tongue just didn’t stop licking the area around his lips. Ivar leaned forward, pressing his hands flat beside your body, and his slick chest slid perfectly against yours as you both met, sloppy tongue and teeth clashing over your shoulder, moaning into his hungry mouth as you tasted yourself on him.

This was the moment you lived for, a weak hand trailing up cautiously and he allowed you to thread your fingers through his thick hair, whinning into your mouth as he met you with growls and moans, the both of you rutting back and forth against one another, and he was so painfully hard against you.

“Are you ready, my little Omega? Ready to fully become mine?” He asked, nipping harshly against your shoulder, and it jerked as a bit of skin broke. His tongue lapping over the tiny wound. This time, there was no punishment for not verbalizing you answer, only him praising you for being so good as you sobbed in pleasure, his cock stretching your cunt open in the most delicious of ways. There was nothing holding him back down as one hand gripped the back on your throat like a vicious dogs mouth, shoving your deep in the bed. He held you both there. “You feel this, slut?” He growled, rutting his hips, pushing himself deeper than you thought possible. “Every inch of me is inside of your soaking cunt, and it’s going to stay there until you’re filled with my knot, and my seed is drenching your womb...”

You only cried, tears spilling from your eyes as he began to move, snapping his his against yours, the sound of his skin beating against your ass as he moved, his nails digging into your neck, leaving red marks that burned in the sweat. “Can’t fucking wait!” Ivar roared, seeming to pick up the past, bruising you against him now. “Gonna fill you up, fucking breed you like the needy little bitch you are!”

Normally you would last longer with Ivar, but tonight was special. Tonight you would give him everything you had, even as you came for the umpteenth time that night, screaming out his name and his title, listening to him resonate a cruel laugh around the room as he dropped forward on you. You fell forward as well, you body jerking in the aftermath of another orgasm, and your eyes rolled back, but he continued his onslaught, pinning you beneath him. How long he was at it, you did not know, losing track of time among the tangled and sweaty bodies you were, you lost where he ended and you began.

The only thing that mattered to you was the swelling on his knot, and the teeth that scraped over your mating gland. You begged, thrashed, tried to plead at him to do it, promising to stay with him forever. You never want another. Never.

It was when he bit down, did you finally see a bright light, you felt another heartbeat in your chest and millions of emotions rushed through your body, filling you to the brim and your mind exploded, more tears cascading down your cheeks as his movements stops, a howl escaping his mouth as his warmth spilled inside of you. He collapsed, still connected to you, and when you could finally think straight again, you were on your back with his hands gently trailing your body, his mouth leaving tiny worships along your skin.

Groaning as you joints screamed and ached at you to move, he looked up from your stomach, his blue eyes filled with slight concern, your fingers carding through his hair. “Are you alright?” Ivar murmured, completely changing from what he was moments ago.

Giving him a lazy smile, he crawled back up your body, sweetly kissing your lips, and pulling you to curl against his chest. “I have never been better, Ivar,” You assured him, bringing your hand down to cup his cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch.

It was his turn to stroke your hair, his mouth running along your temple, his lips curling up. “Allow me to clean you,” He offered.

You simply shook your head, not wanting him to leave you just yet, even if it was only for a moment. Curling in closer, you nuzzled under his chin. “Want to sleep in it.”

“My, my, filthy little lamb...”

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phoenixfics · 6 years

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Minato the Mind-Reader

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Summary: Obito tries to convince his teammates that their sensei is a mind-reader. Kakashi thinks Obito is an idiot, but that he might be onto something. Rin tries desperately to convince herself that her teammates are sane individuals. Minato is just glad that Obito and Kakashi aren’t trying to kill each other for once.

“I think Minato-sensei is a mind reader.”

Obito says this with no preface, with no explanation, just lays it out in the open air like it’s undisputable proof. Like the sky is blue or grass is green, Minato-sensei is a mind reader and their training session, which until now had been quiet, peaceful, and productive, is over.

Rin scrunches up her face in confusion and throws her last kunai. Kakashi flicks his eyes from Rin to Obito and then back to the row of targets. His kunai, of course, are all dead on. Rin’s are clustered together, but towards the bottom of the target. She’s got consistent aim but needs to put a little more power into her throws. And Obito’s- well maybe the three kunai were meant to resemble the tomoe of a sharingan? Somehow, Kakashi doubts it.

Kakashi and Rin step forward to retrieve their knives but stop short at Obito’s voice.

“Guys, I think Minato-sensei is a mind reader.”

Ah. So it wasn’t his imagination.

Rin speaks hesitantly, as she often does to her teammates (probably an attempt to stave off the team’s daily arguments, not that it works). “Uh, Obito, what makes you think Minato-sensei is a mind reader?”

Obito’s eyes light up at Rin’s question and Kakashi scoffs, muttering under his breath as he walks to his target to pull out the kunai.

“I’m glad you asked, Rin!” As if he hadn’t known that Rin would answer any question he asked, if only, unknowingly to him, to keep him from asking it for all eternity. Kakashi can understand Rin’s reasoning. Better to play along than to have Obito rattle on non-stop until Kakashi is driven to homicide.

Kakashi listens to Obito’s theory as he yanks his kunai out of the target.

“He always seems to know where to find us, right? And he always knows when we’re upset, or not feeling well, or angry, and he always knows the right words to say, and he always seems to know what we’re going to say before we say it!”

Kakashi is sure that this is proof that Minato-sensei is an intelligent and good-hearted person, not that he can read minds. Rin seems to be of the same opinion.

“Obito, maybe he’s just really good at reading people’s emotions?”

Obito splutters, thrown off by Rin’s blatant dismissal of his theory. It is a tad more outlandish than some of his other ideas. Kakashi feels the need to jump in before Obito can spend the next hour defending his theory.

“Minato-sensei doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know what you’re thinking, Obito. Your emotions are plastered on your face for the whole world to see.”

It’s like poking a kitten with a stick. Highly entertaining and not the least bit dangerous.

“At least I have emotions, Bakashi!” Obito spits out. “And I’ll prove that Minato-sensei can read minds, just you wait!”

Kakashi shrugs, then walks back to the throwing line, kunai dangling lazily from his fingers. He still needs practice throwing with his off hand, it’s a fraction of an inch off of where it should be, and Sensei won’t be here for at least another ten minutes. No need to waste all of Obito’s energy before the day even starts. They still have a mission later today, after all.

Rin tries to placate Obito as she goes to grab her own knives. “Well Sensei will be here soon, so maybe we can try to get some evidence during the mission?”

Obito stares at her like she just handed him a bag of candy, smile cracking across his face like the rising sun. “Sounds good! I’ll definitely get some proof! Then Kakashi will eat his words!”

Rin mirrors his smile and grabs Obito’s kunai while she’s at it, because it doesn’t look like Obito is moving to get them. He’s plopped himself on the ground, chin in his hands and gazing seriously at the grass, like he’s plotting how to take over the world instead of how to prove that their sensei can “read minds.” Kakashi rolls his eyes and throws his kunai lazily at the target. Dead on again. It really helps imagining Obito’s face on the target.

===

When Minato arrives to training ground seven his team is uncharacteristically quiet. Obito is sitting on the ground, kunai laying ignored by his side and a pile of pulled up grass in front of him. About ten minutes worth, judging by its size. Rin is stretching against her target, kunai still embedded in the wood. She’s getting better at accuracy, but she’s not putting enough power into her throws, some of the knives are barely hanging on to the wood. And Kakashi is still throwing his kunai. With his off hand, which is interesting but not surprising. Maybe he needs to step up the training a little bit. A bored ninja is a dangerous ninja, after all. But first he needs to deal with this silence. They have a mission today, and can’t afford to start off on the wrong foot. Not that it would be unusual, for his team, but Minato doesn’t want to set a precedent.

“Did you guys have an argument again?”

Obito snaps his head up and gives his teammates a significant look. Minato wonders what it means as he notices Kakashi roll his eyes. Yeah. They definitely had an argument.

“We have B rank supply-run to the northern front. Should take us a few days to get there. We’re going to be meeting at the gate in one hour. I expect to see you there with cheerful grins on your faces, got it?”

There’s a chorus of unusually sullen ‘yes Sensei’s from his kids and he gives them a smile.

“Well don’t sound so unhappy about it, there’s probably going to be some bandits to beat up along the way, and there’s a resort town at the halfway point! It’s practically a vacation!”

His kids do perk up at that. Their last few missions had been tough. The war is still far from over, but things are at enough of a stand-still right that Minato wants to give them a bit of a break while they are still able to enjoy it. And beating up rogue bandits is always a great way to release some tension.

===

Obito is staring so intently at the back of Minato-sensei’s head as they walk that Rin worries he won’t notice any potential threats until it’s too late.

She’s currently trying to find a subtle way to distract him from Minato’s head and focus on their surroundings as they move further from the village, but Minato-sensei gets there first.

“Is there something on the back of my head, Obito?”

Obito stops walking so suddenly that Kakashi bumps into him and Rin winces. So much for having a nice, quiet mission for once. But Kakashi must not be in a fighting mood today, because he just pushes past Obito with a mumbled “idiot” and keeps walking.

Rin nudges Obito, who seems to have suddenly remembered that Sensei asked him a question, because she can practically see the wheels in his head grinding to life.

“Uh, sorry Sensei, I was just, uh… admiring your hair?”

Kakashi turns around and gives Obito an incredulous look. Obito continues, unnecessarily, and makes things worse. “It’s uh, very nice? Your hair, I mean. It’s the color of daffodils. Uh, not that I notice things like that, er, except I just did…uh…” Obito trails off, his face turning red.

Minato turns around and smiles.

“Well thank you Obito, that’s very nice of you, but maybe you could try to pay more attention to things other than my hair while we’re on a mission?”

Obito turns redder and nods, suddenly looking anywhere but his sensei. Kakashi’s eyes are wide with interest and Rin shudders at the blackmail Obito just handed Kakashi. Kakashi catches Rin looking and he turns his gaze to the tree-lined path ahead of them. She worries that maybe she shouldn’t have encouraged Obito to get proof for his theory right before going on a mission. There’s a fine line between supporting Obito’s theories and making Kakashi lose faith in humanity, and that’s where she tries to operate. It’s a full-time job, trying to keep her teammates on the right side of sanity without them knowing it, especially when they keep trying to push each other to the wrong side, and trying to keep them from killing each other and completing the mission might be too much to ask. She loves them both with all her heart, but sometimes it’s hard to remember why.

It’s going to be a long mission.

===

The war has driven all kinds of unsavory people out of the woodwork. People who love preying on the weak are abundant in wartimes. It makes Obito sick to his stomach, thinking about all the people who are in danger and need protection but won’t get it because all the shinobi are focused on killing each other. Most at risk from attack are refugees, poor civilians, injured shinobi returning home from the warfront, and weak, unsuspecting genin teams who probably look to this particular group of bandits as a group of war orphans, not trained shinobi who had just spent the morning throwing pointy objects at human sized targets. Obito has never been so glad to see bandits in his life. These bandits look to have never been more scared for their lives. They freeze at the sight of Konoha’s Yellow flash, and Obito grins in anticipation.

Obito never gets tired of watching Minato-sensei in action. He’s nothing more than a yellow blur, throwing kunai with insane precision and always thinking one step ahead of the enemy. It probably helps that he can read minds. And Minato was right that this mission would practically be a vacation. Nothing relieves stress more than kicking ass and taking names.

And that’s what he’s doing. Or trying to do, but Bakashi keeps getting in his way.

“Hey, Bakashi! That guy was mine! I almost had him!”

“Your left side was completely open. I saved you from a stabbed intestine. You’re welcome.”

Obito feels his face heat up in anger. He’s sick of stupid Kakashi and his stupid face and stupid voice always looking down on Obito for not being a genius prodigy like him.

===

That night they set up camp by a small stream and Minato goes to place some of his hiraishin kunai in strategic spots in case they are ambushed in the night, leaving the kids to make dinner. Kakashi is chopping up some vegetables they had found in an abandoned garden (lots of abandoned things to be found in war time) and Rin is slowly roasting a rabbit over a fire (Rin is good at traps) and Obito is going on about his Minato-is-a-mind-reader theory again (he’s supposed to be fetching water for the stew).

“Obito, the water isn’t going to fetch itself you know.”

“Why don’t you just use a water-jutsu, since you seem to know everything.”

“Because we’re literally feet away from a clean stream and I’m not wasting chakra if I don’t need to.”

“Yeah, okay, but weren’t you listening? I proved that Minato is a mind reader!”

“I must have missed that, sorry, I was too busy doing my job.”

“He knew I was looking at the back of his head!”

“He’s a ninja.”

“And he knew that we argued earlier!”

“Because we always argue.”

“Okay than how do explain earlier when-“

“How’s the stew coming along?”

Minato’s back. Obito scrambles to his feet and practically runs to the stream, pot in hand and face flushed red with embarrassment. Kakashi stares after him.

===

They’re halfway to the northern front and they stop at a small resort town to sleep in real beds and take real baths and Obito has finally shut up about his Minato the Mind Reader Theory. It’s a good day. The only problem is, now Kakashi can’t stop thinking about Obito’s Minato the Mind Reader Theory. He knows it’s ridiculous, that Minato isn’t really a mind reader, but there’s still something about how quickly he figures everything out that’s sticking in Kakashi’s head like a burr. How does he do it? His sensei is a genius, but so is he, if he’s to believe everyone he’s ever known, so why can’t he figure it out?

Kakashi lets out a groan and sinks deeper into the hot spring.

“Is something wrong, Kakashi?”

It is a little disconcerting how attuned to his teammates emotions Minato-sensei is. Maybe Obito is on to something. Kakashi groans again and dips further into the water. Minato-sensei raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything. And then there’s a large splash as Obito practically jumps into the water and if Kakashi could sink further into the water without drowning he would.

After a while, Minato-sensei leaves to check on Rin and prepare for the last leg of the journey tomorrow, and Kakashi is left alone with Obito and a choice. He can go on pushing aside Obito’s theory, because it’s ridiculous, or he can utilize Obito’s sheer force of will to get to the bottom of this. He closes his eyes, prays that he’s not making a huge mistake, and says, “I think you might be on to something.”

Obito scrunches up his face in confusion, as Kakashi’s words take a few seconds to sink in, and then a huge, shit-eating grin breaks across his face and Kakashi knows he’s made a mistake, that Obito will never let him live this down, but there’s no turning back now.

===

Something’s up with his kids, and he can’t figure out what. The three of them have been whispering furtively behind his back all day, and he would be ecstatic about this apparent teamwork if it weren’t for the fact that he knows better. They’re plotting something. Something that’s important enough to override the childish rivalry between Obito and Kakashi (he really needs to do something about that). Minato tries to push down any worries about what they could be planning and focus instead on the fact that they aren’t at each other’s throats at the moment. Hopefully it lasts until the end of the mission.

Obito and Kakashi’s whispering becomes more heated as the day goes on, especially when Rin joins him for a quick chat, leaving the boys to argue without her mediating presence. As soon as Rin joins them again, they calm down, and Rin looks pleased at the effect she has on them. She’s wicked smart and clear headed, and Minato is infinitely grateful that he got her on his team instead of a third type-A personality. She’s a good influence on them both.

===

Rin is smiling. Obito and Kakashi have united for a common goal. It is a little odd that Kakashi of all people has latched onto Obito’s theory, but she’s not one to question a good thing. It’s not entirely without fault, as they’re still bickering furiously at each other, but she’s at least sure that it won’t break out into a fist fight. So that’s something, at least. Right now, Obito is trying to explain how Minato’s supposed “mind-reading” powers work, and Kakashi is countering each statement with common-sense. Rin is glad that she’s not the one that has to do it, she hates seeing the look on Obito’s face when she shuts down his ideas. Irritation is a much easier emotion to handle than heart-break.

“He can hear the thoughts of the people around him,” Obito says.

“So he can hear what we’re thinking right now? He knows that we’re trying to figure him out?”

“…Probably not?”

“That’s great, Obito, I’m so glad that you’ve got it all figured out.”

“…Was that sarcasm?”

“No.”

“Was that sarcasm?”

They descend into silence while Obito clearly tries to come up with a more rock-solid explanation of Minato-sensei’s supposed powers.

“Maybe it’s like a jutsu! A mind-reading jutsu!”

“…Like the Yamanaka?”

“…”

“You forgot about the Yamanaka, didn’t you.”

“…no?”

Rin sees Kakashi raise his eyebrows incredulously and stifles a laugh herself. Obito blushes.

“It’s different!”

“How is it any different?”

“It just is.” Obito pauses, then a smile breaks across his face. “Or maybe it’s not? Maybe Minato-sensei is a secret Yamanaka love-child!”

Kakashi stops in his tracks.

“No.”

“Think about it! He’s blonde, can read minds, it’s a perfect fit!”

“No.”

Rin has to agree. That’s a bit of a stretch. Kakashi seems to be taking the insinuation personally, though. Kakashi and Minato-sensei are close, so if anyone would know he would. Rin can see Kakashi’s hands balled into a tight fist and Obito looks about to open his mouth again and it’s time to stop this before they get in a fight. Time to pull out the ace up her sleeve.

“But-”

“Hey Obito, I think I came up with a way to test your theory!”

“Really? What is it, Rin?”

Rin smiles, then shouts ahead to where their jonin sensei is still walking.

“Hey, Minato-sensei! What am I thinking of right now?”

“You’re thinking that it’s time for Obito and Kakashi to stop trying to prove I’m a mind-reader and focus on the mission!”

Obito and Kakashi’s jaws drop in shock and amazement and Rin smirks. Success.

Approximately 15 years later:

Kakashi’s not an idiot, despite how he may appear to those who haven’t heard of him. He knows when he’s being tailed. Especially when he’s being tailed by three barely even genin kids. Especially his barely even genin kids. They’re not very good in the stealth department, and it’s honestly adorable how hard they’re trying. Any of them might have had a chance on their own, but with all three of them trailing after him there’s far too much whispered insults (from Sasuke), elbow banging (from Naruto), and hushing (from Sakura) for there to be any hope of remaining unnoticed. Do they think he only has one working ear along with the one working eye?

But he lets them tail him anyway. It’s good practice, which they obviously need, and Kakashi is a little curious what they’re tailing him for.

It doesn’t take too long to figure it out. Especially once they blow their cover (Sasuke had bumped Naruto out of a tree and Naruto isn’t particularly graceful at falling) and decide to try a more direct approach.

“Hey Kakashi-sensei! Fancy seeing you! What a coincidence! I didn’t expect you to be here!”

Naruto is loud and eager and scrambling to find an excuse and Kakashi feels a deep and familiar pang in his heart. He forces a smile on his face.

“You didn’t expect to see me here? In the village where we both live? Yes, that is a surprise.”

Kakashi may have laid the sarcasm on a little too thick because Naruto gives him a puzzled look, like he’s trying to parse out what Kakashi said. Sakura and Sasuke are still attempting to remain silent in the tree, though Kakashi swears he can hear them roll their eyes. Feeling a little sorry that he’s leaving the two of them out of the fun he’s having, he calls up to them, mimicking Naruto’s earlier words.

“Sasuke! Sakura! Fancy seeing you here!”

His other two genin seem to have a better grasp at sarcasm because they look a little guilty once they jump down from the tree and land next to Naruto. And Naruto isn’t a complete idiot, because he looks at their faces and Kakashi can see him scrambling to come up with a plan that won’t end up with all three of them in trouble for stalking their sensei.

“Uh, yeah, we uhhhh…hmmmm…errr…” Naruto looks helplessly at his teammates, but neither of them jump in, probably content to let Naruto take the fall if things go south. Finally, Naruto gets around to spitting out some actual words and sputters out, “We wanted to see if you would come get lunch with us! At Ichiraku’s!”

It’s hard to say no to Ichiraku’s, and it’s harder to say no to Naruto, so Kakashi says yes, still suspicious of what they’re after. Naruto gives a not-subtle-at-all thumbs up to his teammates and gives Kakashi a big grin.

“Lead the way, Sensei!”

===

Yeah, his team definitely needs to work on their subtlety. It’s the work of a few minutes to determine what they’re after. The three of them, even Naruto, have barely touched their ramen. Instead, they keep glancing sideways at Kakashi every few seconds, each time Kakashi so much as twitches a finger. It’s very distracting, and very obvious. Kakashi raises his eyebrow under his headband. So that’s what they’re after. Well they’re not the first, and Kakashi finishes off his ramen with practiced ease before turning to face his kids, eyes crinkled and a smile plastered on under his mask.

“I thought you guys were hungry?”

He’s never seen his team eat a meal so fast.

===

Kakashi leaves them behind with the bill and a cheery wave, and finds himself five minutes later in front of the Memorial Stone.

“Hey, Obito.”

Kakashi always feels a little awkward, standing here, talking to ghosts. But it’s cathartic, and there’s a part of him that hopes maybe Obito will hear him, wherever he is.

“I think I have to apologize to Sensei. Being a jonin-sensei really puts things into perspective. He put up with so much, dealing with us. I think my kids put our own team to shame, though. I thought trying to prove Minato-sensei was a mind reader was a ridiculous stunt, but Naruto makes you look like an amateur. Would you believe that he tried to convince Sasuke and Sakura that I have buck teeth? Buck teeth!”

Kakashi lets out a little laugh, and imagines Obito doing the same.

“It was nice to see them working as a team for once though. I guess I can understand why Rin and Sensei would put up with all of your crazy ideas, if it meant that we were focused on something other than antagonizing each other.”

Kakashi sighs, his good mood beginning to vanish under a cloud of regret.

“They remind me so much of us, Obito. It hurts, knowing that we were kids like them, once, before the war ruined us all. Before I ruined us all. I hope they never have to go through it. I swear, Obito, I won’t make the same mistakes again. This team is going to stick together.”

There’s no answer, but Kakashi hadn’t expected one.

#mywriting #naruto #team minato

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iawriter · 6 years

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The Divergent Maze Part 3

Tris

Four walked into the Dauntless dorm room carrying a steel pipe in his hand. He used the pipe to bang on the stair railing, waking up everyone sleeping in the room. “Get up. No breakfast today. We’re starting training first thing this morning. Training room in 15. Got it? Dismissed.” Four left the room after giving his orders.Tris threw a pillow onto Christina’s bunk fully waking her up.“Hey watch it stiff.” Christina said with a laugh. Tris smiled back. She wondered would everyone always think of her as just a 'stiff’ forever? The rest of the imitates dragged their bodies into the training room, still tired from the night before.

“The object of today’s training is knife throwing. I explained the rules about the rankings board already, no need to waste more breath. Stand at your mark. Four will show you an example of how to angle and throw a knife into your target.” Eric instructed. Four demonstrated for the class. Each initiate lined up at a starting line across from a cardboard version of a human body with a circle penciled in around the heart area. They were given a set of 4 knives. Tris took her first shot. She made it right in the circle. Same for her next 3 tries. Four looked at her with a slight smile which he quickly hid. Will on the other hand, missed every single shot. One knife hit the target and bounced back into the range. “That was pathetic. Go get it.” Eric said.

“N–now? While every one is still throwing?” Will stammered.

“Are you afraid?” Eric asked, without an ounce of sympathy in his voice.

“Of getting stabbed by an airborne knife? Yeah.” Will replied.

“Everybody stop!” Eric shouted, and the initiates ceased throwing. “Stand in front of the target.”

“Come on ma—” Thomas started, but Teresa held him back, pulling his arm. Eric didn’t even register that Thomas had spoke out. He kept his gaze fixated on Will. Will walked slowly and nervously towards the cardboard target.

“Four, gimme a hand here.” Four walked over, expressionless. “You’re gonna stand there while he throws those knifes. And if I see you flinch, you’re out.” Tris tensed up. Oh no, not Will. He can’t do it. I have to do something. She thought to herself. “One thing that you will learn here is that orders are not optional.” Eric finished. Four gathered four knives and stood in front of Will. As Four stood ready to throw a firm voice behind him spoke up saying, “STOP! Anybody can stand in front of a target. It doesn’t prove anything.” It was Tris. "Then it should be easy for you to take his place. Same rules apply.“ Eric confirmed.

Tris walked over and switched places with Will. She gave a slight nod to Four to let him know he should continue. She looked into his eyes from across the range. Even though they were emotionless, she tried to remember the eyes she met with the first time she saw him, after jumping off the roof of the Dauntless compound. The first throw hit the wood part of the target, close to Tris’ thigh. She didn’t even look. "Oh, come on Four.” Eric said mocking Four’s low throw, not knowing it was purposeful. The second throw hit the wood part of the target again, but in align with Tris’ face. “You can get closer than that.” Eric taunted. All Four wanted to do was stop. Keeping his cover Four said with a smirk, “You want me to give her a little trim?” “Yeah. Maybe just a little off the top.” Eric replied. The third throw hit the target this time, right above Tris’ head. Tris took a deep breath in. The fourth throw was right next to her head, nicking part of her ear, making it bleed.

“Points for bravery, stiff.” There’s that name again. Tris thought. “But not as many as you just lost for opening your mouth. . . Now watch yourself. We train soldiers not rebels.” Eric responded.

“Alright meet back by the wrestling mat in two minutes. Go.” Four announced.

Tris marched past Four on her way to the wrestling mat. “You alright?” Four asked, genuinely meaning it. “You cut me.” Tris responded.

“I meant to.”

“You think he was gonna let you off without a scratch? You’d still be standing there if I hadn’t hit you.”

“So am I supposed to thank you?” Tris asked with an eyebrow raised.

“You supposed to be smart. If I wanted to hurt you, I would have.” That was his last comment. He turned and left.

What does that even mean? Does he care about me or something?

Tris walked away, put her knives back into the utility closet, and headed to the wrestling mat. She stood next to Thomas and whispered 'hi’ to him, nudging his arm. Other than Christina, Tris felt that Thomas might be her only friend.

“Christina. Molly. On the mat.” Eric ordered. Christina and Molly warred against each other on the mat. When Christina couldn’t take it any more she pleaded with Eric to let her stop. “I can’t do it anymore. I give up I give up.” She said. Eric lifted Christina off the mat. Handed her a towel to wipe the blood from under her nose. He placed his hand on her lower back as a support as he walked her over in the direction of the infirmary. “Follow me initiates.” he said. Tris thought this was weird, why would the whole group need to come to the nurse? Eric almost looked human for a second as he tenderly guided Christina through the Dauntless halls. The dauntless compound had water that ran through it. When the group reached chasm, they organized them selves single file so that they would fit on the bridge that was above the chasm.

“You feelin’ a little better?” Eric asked Christina.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She responded with a smile, still shocked that Eric seemed to have a heart.

“Good.” He responded. Just that quickly Eric pushed Christina off the side of the bridge and caught her by her left wrist. “Grab the rail. Or don’t” He said with a shrug.

Tris looked back at Thomas who once again was ready to get involved in the issue. Tris was mortified, but she signalled Thomas with her eyes not to act. Christina struggled as her feet dangled over the bottomless chasm.

“You got three options. Hang there and I’ll forget your cowardice. Fall and die. Or give up. But if you give up you’re out.”

Christina struggled some more. Condensation from the moisture of the chasm below her, dripped from the wire cables above. Her fingers started to slip. Tris couldn’t watch. She wanted to help, but she had pushed her luck with Eric enough for one day.

“Come on Chris.” Tris tried to reassure her friend. Eric shot her a deadly look for speaking out loud again. Great. After what felt like a lifetime, Eric shouted, “Time!” and Tris and Thomas ran to Christina’s aid. She fell into Thomas’ arms panting and struggling for air as she hysterically cried.

“Oh please don’t be dramatic.” Eric said. “Dauntless never give up.” With that, he turned and left the group.

After dropping Christina off at the infirmary, Thomas, Tris and Teresa went to check the scoreboard to see where they ranked after their two days of training. Teresa and Thomas both made it over the red line, along with Minho, Peter, Frypan, Molly, and Winston. Tris held her head low as she saw the names Newt and Tris below the red line.

“When I get my hands on Eric…Tris you deserve to be up here. You had frickin’ knives thrown at your head and you didn’t move a muscle. If that’s not dauntless I don’t know what is.” Thomas said grumbling.

Teresa touched his arm trying to calm him down. Tris noticed this. “Don’t be a slinthead Thomas. Remember, we’re here to pass and lay low.” Teresa said. “Look, I’m sorry Tris. You should have been up there with us. Newt too.”

Tris looked at the ground and then pretended to tie and untie her shoes as she tried to come up with a response. She couldn’t. She left the Thomas and Teresa near the rankings board and walked back to her dorm. Thomas tried to go after her, but Teresa told him it she might want some alone time right now. Thomas fought her on it, but then came to see her point of view. Sitting on Tris’ bed was Peter, looking sly as normal.

“What the heck do you want?”

“I’m just here to congratulate you stiff.” he said with a laugh.

“Shut your hole.” Minho defended from across the room.

“What? You’re famous now.” Peter continued. “I mean not because of the thing with Eric. But, Hey. You’re in the news. Yeah, listen. 'The recent transfers of Beatrice and Caleb Prior, children of Andrew Prior, call into question the soundness of abnegation’s teachings and values. What prompted them to leave? Perhaps the answer lies in the corrupted ideal of an entire faction. The theft of resources, the general incompetence, the abuse of their children…’” Peter read from the newsletter.

“So, did they beat you? Like Marcus Eaton’s kid?”

“They didn’t beat anyone. They’re good people.” Tris said, biting down tears.

“Right. And that’s why you left?–'Cause they’re 'such good people’?” Peter said using his finger’s as quotation marks to mock Tris.

“Alright that’s it, I said shut up. ” Minho sprung from his beat and punched Peter in the face.

“Okay, okay, aight aight, I’m done, chill.” Peter said as he held his mouth.

Minho put his arm around Tris, nodded for his friends to come with and stormed out the dorms.

“Sorry, I lost my temper. He’s such a jerk.” Minho said.

“No, no. That’s okay. Thank you actually.” Tris responded. Minho nodded with a 'no problem’.

The group turned the corner and Will spotted something weird approaching them. A group of people dressed in blue started walking towards the group. It was Erudite. Leading the group was Jeanine Matthews. “What is she doing here? Why is Erudite at dauntless?” Will asked under his breath. As soon as the group of Erudite was about to pass Tris and her friends they stopped.

“You were Andrew Prior’s daughter right? Beatrice?”

She remembered my name? How?? What’s up with that…Tris thought to herself.

“It’s just 'Tris’ now.” she managed to get out.

“Ha. Tris, I like that.” Jeanine responded. She then lifted back the collar of Tris’ shirt to reveal her tattoo. “You made an impressive choice, Tris, despite your parents. And your test result.” This troubled Tris.

Uh oh, does she know it was inconclusive??

“I’m glad you were smart enough to know your own mind. Let me know if you ever need anything.”

Thomas

“Oh good, the outsiders are here as well. How are you guys accommodating here at Dauntless?” Jeanine asked Thomas and the former gladers. The gladers looked around awkwardly as they scrambled for words.

“Uh, we’re fine. We like our faction, having chose it or not. We appreciate the uh, opportunity we’ve been given to do some good.” Thomas said as he spat out the words.

“Excellent. You should be grateful. We rescued you from the maze trials, and given your dauntless aptitude we believe that you are a perfect fit here. I am pleased that it has been successful.” Jeanine said and then walked off.

The eyes of Tris, Al, Christina, and Will all turned to Thomas and the former gladers. They heard what Jeanine said about the 'maze trials’.

“Does someone care to explain?” Tris asked.

“T–Tris it’s really complicated.”

“Oh please. Need I say again I’m candor at heart. What are 'maze trials’?”

“Shh guys alright we’ll explain, just not here, let’s go back to the recreation center, we’ll grab a drink and a snack and then we will tell you everything.”

The group walked down to the recreational area of the Dauntless Compound near the tattoo parlor. Thomas looked around at the dark space lit only with red LED, as he racked his brain on how to explain where they had come from to his new friends.

“Hey shank, here’s a table.” Minho said as he gestured to a circular metal table close to the bar towards the back of the bar. The rest of the group filed into the seats at the table and a waiter approached them.

“I’m Connor, I ain’t no servant but I’ll be bringing you y'alls drinks tonight so what y'all want?” A dark skinned girl, arms covered in tattoos, asked popping her gum as she talked.

Thomas looked at the rest of the group asking the same question with his eyes.

“Nice to meet you Connor,” Frypan said stuttering at her beauty. “Uh, We’ll take root beers all around.” He said as he looked her up and down. Connor noticed him checking her out, leaned in close to him and whispered, “Comin’ right up.” and walked away.

Minho nudged him in the arm, “I see you Fry, ain’t even been here a minute and you tryna get 'em.” Frypan shugged with a cocky laugh, “What can I say, I got skills not even a maze can strip from me.”

Thomas tensed up again as Frypan said the word maze. “AHEM! There’s that word again. What flipping maze dudes???” Christina said in a yelling whisper and scooting her chair more towards the table.

Thomas looked down at his hands as all the eyes shifted to him. Why do I always have to be the one to explain everything. Mid thought Teresa whispered to Thomas so that no one could hear, “It’s gonna be fine we were invited to be here remember.” She squeezed his hand.

Thomas cleared his throat as the eyes of everyone around him peered with anticipation.

“So there’s this organization, I guess it could be compared to whom ever runs the government here. They are called WICKED. That means World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department. According to them, in the outside world massive solar flares raged on the planet. Millions died due to the excessive heat, fires, and radiation. Then, because of the decreasing amounts of resources, a virus was released as a means of population control. They created was far more dangerous than they had expected. First it breaks down your body, and then it attacks the mind. It can effect everyone, everyone except us, we are immune. WICKED was so desperate for a cure, and here’s where we come in.”

“In order to determine what makes us different from the rest of humanity. WICKED organized a series of tests that would push our minds so that they could study what enables us to survive. The first part of this was the Maze Trials.” Minho chimed in.

“Yeah… basically we were trapped in the center of this huger than life maze. We called our little center The Glade. It was where we lived. Our only out was to get through that bloody maze. We tried everything, and nothing worked, that’s until this guy showed up.” Newt said and pointed to Thomas.

“This maze was located underneath the headquarters of WICKED, so they could see everything that went on, and they could analyze our brain activity and responses to different obstacles that they threw at us. In the maze they even had these robotic monstrous creatures that would roam the maze at night. We called them Grievers. We were safe as long as we never found ourselves in the maze after dark. ” Minho added.

“Every month WICKED would send a new boy, along with some supplies to the Glade to see how each person would alter or effect the experiment. When I was sent up I immediately started running out because I was so scared. I had no memory of what had happened to me, I couldn’t even remember my own name. Long story short, I couldn’t just stay there in this Glade without knowing why or who put us here. So I joined some of the runners. The runners were a few of us who went out to run the maze during the day and try to map it out. The maze doors opened every morning so we would head out to run, and we had to be back before the maze doors closed at night. The only issue, the maze pattern changed every single night. Then, and you must think I’m making this up at this point, another unpredictable variable was thrown a—” Thomas started, and was cut off by Christina.

“Hold Hold Hold Hold up! There’s something more? That’s somethin’ else dude. Keep goin though, this is some serious stuff.”

Thomas let out a light chuckle as he looked at the expressions of the non-gladers, shocked, curious, and confused. “ Anyway, the unknown variable was that of Teresa. In this glade of only boys, seeing a girl be sent to us in the box was something rare. And she seemed to know me already. Later we pieced together with our fragmented memories that we once used to be apart of them, apart of WICKED. And they sent us in, fully wiping our memories so they could test how we would adapt. A lot of things went down, and we lost some of our friends of the glade. But for us, the only way we could stop this constant loss was to get out. So one night we did, we fought our way past the grievers and escaped the maze. Then we were rescued, and brought here. I hope that catches you guys up a bit.” Thomas said with a shrug.

A heavy silence floated over the table and everyone was stiff. The non-gladers tried to process what they had just heard, and the others awkwardly waited to see the reactions of their truth being let out to other people. Connor walked over and thumped the tray of drinks on the table, interrupting the silence. Frypan cleared his throat, “Uh, yeah thanks Connor, uh, we appreciate it.”

“No prob, y'all holler if you need anything else, you know my name, now don’t wear it out.” The gang nodded, and Connor walked away. Thomas passed the rest of the drinks to the people at the table still waiting for any words or reaction to all he just uncovered.

Tris

What does one even do with all of that. A maze? Trials? Viruses? Another organization? Confirmation that there is actually an outside world beyond the walls of Chicago? WICKED?

It was all too much for Tris but she knew that she had to say something. She could see the worried look on Thomas’ face as none in the rest of their party had uttered a word.

“Well, I guess we all come with something. And hey, don’t feel too out of place here. We are more alike than you might realize. I mean, you all had this trial, this experiment. Here we have this training. We train to see who is cut out to protect the city. You guys were studied to see why you guys were 'cut out’ survive. A–And think, remember our aptitude tests guys?” Tris said as she motioned to the group. “They are pushing our minds and bodies to the breaking point so that we can be better equipped to survive the outside world if our city was attacked. Your city, the world you knew Thomas, was attacked, by virus, by natural disaster, and by man. I–I think, I think, our leaders to some extent are all working for the same goal and don’t even know it.”

The more Tris spoke, the more everything started making sense to her, the more connections she made, the closer she felt to Thomas and his friends.

“Actually, that makes sense.” Will said. “In centuries no one has gone beyond our walls. In all the time that you were in your maze no one ever left. And no one ever came in here. It’s all too similar too coincidental. My theory is that Erudite kept tabs on WICKED possibly having knowledge of your trials, recognized your dauntless ways, and saw the perfect opportunity for more soldiers.

Wait, so if these kids were never tested and WICKED just made them appear dauntless because of their trials. Is it possible that they are divergent too? This troubled Tris, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

"Well I’ll be, it’s a bloody conspiracy.” Newt said with a laugh. “But hey, the drinks are good, theres clean water and a bed, and we don’t have to grow our own food.”

“I’ll cheers to that.” Winston chimed in, also trying to lighten the mood. The rest of the group clinked their bottles and for the rest of the evening it was pretty enjoyable.

——————–

Today was the day Tris had to fight Peter. She rubbed the scab of where Four had previously cut her ear, sighed, and hopped out of bed. She got on her uniform and headed into the pit. Some trainees were already stationed around the mat ready to watch. Tris felt failure creeping up behind her and her palms began to sweat. How could she take Peter? He hated her guts. Four walked into the training room, and up to Tris and pulled her aside firmly grabbing her arm. “What.” Tris said as she tried to get her arm loose, but Four was stronger.

“Remember what I said about attack?” Tris shook her head.

“First punch, right to the throat, and you watch him. He steps before he punches. Alright?”

Tris nodded.

There he goes again, helping me. He’s so tough all the time but, I don’t know, I think he cares about me… Knock it off Tris. Focus. He’s your instructor. Listen to what he said. 'He steps before he punches. He steps before he punches.’

#divergent #mazerunnerdivergentcrossover #tris prior #mazerunnerfanfiction

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Kill ‘Em With Kindness - PART THIRTEEN

Bucky Barnes x Reader

You had been detected. You were now on their radar. You were recruited for one mission only. You’re trained and put to the test. With your background, everyone realizes it was mistake recruiting a college student who would soon be faced with the thing that drove her to kill in the first place.

Warnings: swearing; major violence; blood; mind games; mentions of torture

Word Count: 4,506

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen... I want to ruin you.”

“You’re too late.”

A/N: I know how I’m going to end this but dear god I am having so much trouble writing what leads up to it. Enjoy!

PART THIRTEEN

“It’ll be me, Vision, Thor, and Wanda. We’re the strongest to protect Y/N,” Tony ordered.

“I beg to differ,” Bucky scoffed. You rolled your eyes and patted his shoulder.

“I can protect myself. I have said it many times before and I’ll say it again.” Bucky smiled at your confidence, gripping your shoulder and placing a kiss on temple.

“Sam, Steve, Clint, Bucky- your job is to protect Natasha.”

“Really, Stark? Protect?” Natasha teased. Tony held his hand in the air, pinching his index finger and thumb together tightly.

“You guys know what I mean.”

For the first time in the last fifteen hours, you laughed. It was odd that the current atmosphere was a playful, almost as if everyone knew what was about to happen. You recited the mission in your mind.

| Enter through East wing.

| Find Peter and give him his suit.

| Destroy documents, weapons, and the whole facility. Go crazy.

| Get to the roof. We’re leaving tonight.

It sounded like a simple plan, except this was one of the biggest HYDRA bases in the world. Its location was expected- a public place where an explosion could kill thousands.

You were in a weird place within yourself. All night, you had mourned Lucy. Even if you never admitted it to yourself or others, you really hoped she was dead. That would have been much better than this outcome. Those thoughts would lead to Bucky, his presence a reminder that things do indeed get saved and fixed. Bucky was beyond “fixed”, but he was stitched up pretty neatly. This mission was going to be memorable one. The memories from this mission alone will certainly be enough to haunt you for the rest of your life. Oblivious to you now, the fact you were head over heels for a super soldier, an Avenger, was to be a sour outcome. It was inevitable but nonetheless therapeutic.

Bucky had fallen in love with you quicker than he thought possible. That too was inevitable. Movies and novels have proved and repeatedly recited the cliché of two angry, damaged people falling in love. They fell, suffered together, and lose each other in the end. Bucky had sat and watched the classic movies every other night when he first joined the team. He never understood the whole ordeal and believed it was unrealistic. But here, now, he was experiencing that very cliché. It was terrifying, to say the least. He only wanted to hold you, touch you, and remind you over and over again that the world is yours and you could make whatever you want from it. But here he was now, separated and about to enter a battle that he wasn’t sure he would survive from. He kissed you tenderly, savoring the feeling of your tainted, red lips. He tried to drown you in his emotions, hoping you would turn around and join him. The kiss had to end, however, and Bucky pecked your lips one last time before letting go of your hands, the red nail polish chipped and cracked. A month you had known each other and the two of you were ready to take a bullet in the name of love.

You glanced over your shoulder to see Bucky and the rest of the team walking in the other direction. Bucky mirrored you, his sad eyes meeting yours. Your eyes teared up but you were able to read his lips clearly as he mouthed, “I love you.” You smiled, mouthing the same words back. Turning back to the front, you sucked the cold wind through your nose and cleared your mind of any distractions. You were going to get your sister, whether it was a part of the team’s mission or not. It was your mission.

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The men led the way while you and Wanda guarded their backs, turning around every so often to check your own. It was quiet, the only sounds being from the facility’s walls cracking and moaning. You peaked around every corner in hopes of seeing Lucy and for her to recognize you. This was, of course, a stretch considering Bucky had not recognized Steve until afterward.

You licked your lips, tasting your lipstick. You swallowed to lubricate your dry throat, your nerves catching up to you. You weren’t about to ruin the whole mission because you were nervous, but it was so overwhelming you couldn’t help it.

After a while, there were no sounds. All you could hear now were the soft footsteps of your team through the earpiece, as well as the footsteps of the team in front of you. No one dared to say anything or move any muscle that wasn’t useful. Tony, Thor, and Vision entered the abandoned hallway first, leaving you and Wanda to guard their backs. Once they gave the all clear, you began to step through. Wanda went first, entering the hallway with light glowing from her fingertips. You gripped a knife in your right hand while holding the unwanted gun in your left. Natasha had urged you to bring it. Just in case, Y/N. No one ever knows what could happen. We must always be prepared. Even with weapons we don’t necessarily like.

Before you could turn into the hallway yourself, the ceiling opened and a metal wall slammed before you, separating you from the rest of your pack. Through the tiny window it offered, you could see Tony remove his mask and stare wide eyed. You slammed the glass but the thickness of it did not allow you to crack it. You winced, whipping your body around to protect your own back.

“Fuck, guys! There’s six of them and one of me!” you squealed, ducking onto the floor as they shot lasers, or that’s what it looked like. You slid across the floor and nicked two of them in the shins, splitting open their tendons and sending them to the floor, wailing. Using their bodies as a shield, you threw them in front of you as the other men continued shooting at you. You could hear Tony shooting beams at the metal wall and Thor’s hammer slamming against it, but it wouldn’t open.

“Where are you?” Steve yelled through the mic, the others muttering to themselves.

“East wing! You guys do what you gotta do, we can handle it!” Tony ordered. You hopped from side to side, slicing at any uncovered piece of skin you could fine. You huffed, grabbing the pistol from your hip and cocking it. You aimed it at the first man, shooting him in the chest while you shot the last man through the stomach. They weren’t great aims and it was possible the men could survive it, so you flung your knives downward into each of their hearts.

You had killed them all, your ragged breaths the only sound right now. Wanda and Vision melted the metal, surprisingly. You were confused as to how they did it, but you didn’t ask questions.

“Sorry about that,” Vision replied. You rolled your eyes but nodded.

“I’m good, I’m alive,” you stated, pushing through them and walking ahead of them. “C’mon.”

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Bucky turned the corner and shot an agent in the middle of the forehead then proceeded to give the thumbs up to Steve. They entered a small room at the end of the hallway, grabbing whatever files and documents they could and piled them up. Making sure the fire was to stay in that room only, Natasha set up a perimeter and motioned to Sam to drop the match. Once the fire started, the five of them sprinted out of there and headed to the next room. They repeated this process, each of their backs guarded by one another. The technique they used was impressive, the five heroes seeming to know each other like the back of their hand.

The overwhelming urge to sit down and relax was brutal and was consuming each team member. Steve admitted to himself a long time ago that the next mission would be his last, then the next, then the next- a never-ending cycle of work and retirement. Clint was called in whenever a mission involved HYDRA and so far, that included all of them. Whenever a threat presented itself, Bucky would go into a mild form of soldier mode and finish a mission strongly. Death occurred while conscious and aware, making it impossible for Bucky to forget about taking yet another human life to hell. The superheroes were tired. They were tired of the same threats, the same routine, and the constant need of their assistance. It wasn’t because crime fighting was become old news, it was simply becoming a chore.

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You kicked a guy Wanda’s way and watched as she put him to sleep. The number of guards was growing smaller. You were getting impatient with each new one, ripping their face masks off after you knocked them down to see if it was Lucy. You would laugh dryly and throw them away.

Minutes of constant punching, kicking, and stabbing would pass. You were nowhere near tired.

“Y/N?”

You whipped your head around after you finished slicing a guards throat open, making eye contact with Mark.

“Where the fuck is he?” you growled, kicking the guard to the side. You stomped over to Mark, the bloody knife in your hand teasing Mark with its many possibilities.

“He’s in here. He’s in here,” Mark said, holding his arms up in defense. Tony ran into the room, sighing heavily as he saw Peter alive and well. You did the same, brushing passed Mark angrily.

“Tony?” Peter grunted, sitting up in his cell. You inspected every inch of his frail body, cuts and bruises prominent and still fresh. You were this close to killing every single person here.

“I’m here, kid. We’re here.” Tony shot at the lock and pulled the steel gate open. He stepped in to check Peter and handed him his suit, instructing the kid to put it on quickly.

“I’ll ask you this again, Mark. Why are you helping us and how do you have access?” you asked him, grabbing him his collar and slamming him into the wall.

“I want to save Lucy as much as you do! She’s my wife!” Mark’s voice was loud so you placed a palm over his mouth. By your glare alone, he knew to lower his voice.

“How do you have access?”

“They think I’m here to give them the serum.”

“I thought you said it didn’t work,” you growled.

“I made a new one. It doesn’t work either but they don’t know that,” Mark smirked. You weren’t about to take it easy on him. Glancing back at your team and then at Mark, you continued your questioning.

“It’s HYDRA- they know everything.”

“No, they don’t-”

“Yes, they do! They know everything! They know we’re here and we’re running out of time. Tell us everything you know and where Lucy is,” you commanded, letting Mark go.

He huffed, straightening his collar out and looking at you. He was pleading for you to believe him.

“Getting Lucy was not a part of the plan, Y/N,” Tony called. You laughed, never once taking your attention off Mark.

“If it was Bucky, you would sell your own ass to get him back.”

Tony didn’t argue with you.

“Y/N, we have to go. Peter is ready,” Thor interrupted. The room fell silent again.

“Where is she?” Your voice was not above a whisper and tears filled your eyes.

“Wiped.”

You bit your lip and whimpered, turning back to your team and shaking your head. “Let’s go.”

Before you could exit, a swarm of HYDRA agents crowded the front door.

“Goddamn it.”

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You could have sworn the ‘dungeon’ was out of Lord of the Rings, except on one floor. The cages lined the square room, wrapping around the corners into one perfect square. Each member of your team was kept in an individual cage, their suits and weapons stripped from them. Vision was kept in the same room but in a high-tech area where his powers were drained from him every hour. Tony stood in his regular clothing while Thor was stripped of his armor and given sweats. You and Wanda were stripped and given sweats as well, the exception being Wanda had been strapped into restrictive jacket. Peter, once again, was back in his normal clothes.

The five of you stood there, tapping on the steel and tapping your feet.

“This is ridiculous,” Wanda pouted, moving around uncomfortably.

“Are you guys okay?”

You chuckled, adjusting your earpiece and listening to Bucky’s voice.

“We’re sort of hauled up at the moment,” Tony responded, inspecting his cell carefully for any hidden traps or loose ends.

“We’re going over there right-”

“Steve?”

In a second, the five of you were thrown across your cells. You smacked against the concrete wall, groaning as you landed on the floor. “What the hell was that?”

You yelped, tearing the earpiece from your ear as a loud screeching noise appeared. To answer your question, the front doors slammed open and brought in the rest of your team. You breathed a sigh of relief, walking to the front of your cell.

“Hey, babe,” you smirked, your voice causing Bucky to snap his head up and smile.

The rest of your team was stripped of their weapons and restrained, gaining a room for themselves. It wasn’t obvious what they were planning to do to all of you, but it seemed like a set up. The Avengers were smarter than this, you thought. You were positive every single one of them already had an escape route in mind. This was your time to kick back and relax considering you were only human and couldn’t knock down steel rails. But every super soldier, god, and spider could. You were sure they’d find a way out and once they did, you’d also be free to go.

Once every HYDRA agent left the room, you all began speaking.

“What just made us defy gravity?” Natasha moaned, rubbing her back in small circles.

“Sonic boom. That’s why our earpieces turned to shit,” Tony explained, laying down on his cot.

“Don’t you guys find it weird that they locked us up together? This could be dangerous- for them,” you said. They all agreed, confusion emitting throughout the room.

Bucky had been placed in the cell next to yours and you knew why. HYDRA was carrying out their plan: destroy you, Bucky, and then Steve. Recognizing this, you tried to think of their next play. Having knowledge of their plan was somewhat calming since you’ll be able to see it coming.

“They must be planning something big,” Sam explained. After he spoke the intercom shrieked, causing everyone to cover their ears for the second time tonight.

“Shall we play a game?”

You scoffed, “Oh, fuck no!”

With your hands in the air and a roll of your eyes, you sat down on your cot and placed your head in your hands.

“What exactly are you planning?” Tony yelled at the ceiling, not amused in the slightest by the joke.

“Everyone look to the corner of their room. Raise your hand if your button is flashing green.”

You looked at each corner but found no light.

“Here.”

You ran to the front trying to peek your head through. You knew that voice.

“Step out and get ready for your test.”

Natasha stepped out of her cell when it opened, hesitantly walking out and checking the floor before she stepped.

“You let me out with my hands free and with the keys to every cell hanging by the door. What exactly are you planning?”

The whole team was looking around the room frantically making sure nothing would jump out and injure Natasha.

“The gun on the first desk and the blindfold on the second. Grab them.”

Natasha picked the gun up and swung it around in her hand. She fastened the blindfold around her head.

“Shoot the target blindfolded. You miss, you die.” Natasha raised her gun and took a deep breath, shooting directly in the center. Before anybody could warn her, she whipped around and shot the HYDRA agent in the chest. She smirked and took of the blindfold, her strong hearing helping her pass her test.

“Congratulations.”

You sighed in relief. The random voice was keeping you on the tips of your toes. They ordered Natasha back to the cell, instructing her to empty out the chamber of the gun.

“And what if I don’t comply this time?”

The lights flickered on and off, a countdown appearing on the wall. It showed two hours on the clock and it was decreasing. “Shit.”

Natasha walked back into cell sharing a look with Tony.

“If you see a light, raise you hand.”

You still didn’t have a light. Tony chuckled, raising his hand and smiling.

“My turn!”

You rolled your eyes, smirking at Tony when he stepped out.

“Reverse science experiment. Maintain the smoke.”

As Tony worked his magic, the rest of the team stared in bewilderment. What were they trying to prove? We’re each of you going to be tested and analyzed?

“Congratulations. If you see a light, raise your hand.”

Your turn. You raised your hand and stepped out when your cell opened, surprised to hear another cell open as well. Bucky joined you, stepping closer and wrapping you in his arms. You gripped onto him tightly when the doors slammed open. A dozen guards hauled in two machines, placing them in the very middle of the room. You were confused but the super soldier beside you tensed, his heart quickening. You turned to him and cupped his cheeks, eyes flickering over his distressed face.

“Bucky, talk to me.”

Bucky shook his head rapidly, his nails sinking into your forearm from the overwhelming amount of fear he concealed.

“Bucky, please! What’s happening?”

“Sit down. Don’t move. You might want to answer each question correctly.”

Bucky backed away slowly, his shaggy hair falling around his face. You wanted to console him but the guards held their guns on each of you. Your teammates watched in horror as the guards marched toward the both of you, dragging you into separate chairs. The locks sounded, strapping your arms and shins down. You gulped, watching as Bucky faced the same torture as you. His seat was right in front of you, his eyes wide with fear.

“Bucky...”

“Whatever you do, don’t you dare get a question wrong.”

His words frightened you. He wasn’t joking; he wasn’t lying; he wasn’t taking any of this lightly. Tony’s and Natasha’s tests had been decoys to get the two of you ready. Third time’s a charm.

Sucking in a harsh breath, you whipped your head to the door as the last person you ever thought you would see walked through.

“It’s been far too long, Ms. Y/L/N.” Wolfgang.

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alldenspa · 7 years

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Voices From The Hedge - Chapter 24

The Statute Of Liberty

Voices From The Hedge is an original novel by Alldenspa. If you’re unfamiliar with this project, I would be very happy if you checked out my information post about it HERE! It’s a story about magic and nerds, so if you’re into that, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it!

Chapter 24 - Emerald and Liberty

The slow ticking of the clock down the hall mixed with the sound of two men gasping for air in the darkness of the old house. Rekkar was leaning against the wall, his arms weak from the ongoing fight. He hadn’t expected Liberty to be so skilled and resilient — In fact, the dozen times he had played out this night in his head had never included any real combat. At the other end of the hall, Liberty picked up the knife on the floor, himself panting and one of his knees shivering from a blow he had suffered earlier. “Why don’t you just run away from it all, boy?” he asked, looking to the floor as he shook his head in puzzlement. “I can’t, damn it!” hissed Rekkar, feeling like he was saying it for the thousandth time. Liberty looked up. “People defect all the time, it’s the corporate reality—” With an unsteady arm he raised the knife supposed to stab his very own heart, “—Nobody blames you for giving in to his offers.” “Yes you do!” shouted Rekkar angrily, pushing himself off the wall and towards Liberty, the blades of their knives crashing into each other with a metallic screeching. “I can’t go back!” They continued fighting, both men brought to their limit by the strain of the duel. Finally, Rekkar landed a cut on Liberty’s arm, and the tall man stumbled back against the door to Emerald’s bedroom. “What keeps you from giving up, Liberty?” asked Rekkar, trying to look collected but at the same moment falling to the side as his leg gave way for a second, “Emerald is enough for me — You can escape!” It was meant as a compromise — Liberty grinned tiredly, letting out a dismissive huff at the offer. “You don’t understand anything, boy — I will fight you all night rather than step away from this door.” Rekkar hesitated, confused. Leaning against the wall, he lowered his knife. “And why is that?” he asked with an irritated shift of his head, “Are you her son?” Liberty laughed, but it sounded more like a mix of panting and coughing noises. “You fool,” he responded, “Come and punch the truth out of me!” Three times Rekkar charged in, throwing slice after slice against Liberty, but the tall man seemed to have tapped into new sources of strength, deflecting every blow without ever countering an attack. After the third round, he stepped away from the door and pushed Rekkar back down the hall with a mighty tackle. Rekkar yelled. “Fight me, old man!” he cried, bashing his knife into the wall next to him while his eyes were fixed on Liberty, “You— Why can’t you make this easy for me? I’m too weak for this! Too weak, damn it!” He crashed back onto the wallpaper in exhaustion, keeping himself upright by gripping the knife like a branch sticking out from the wall. There was a pause, and with a downcast expression in his eyes Liberty slowly looked up. “Seven years ago, I was her apprentice,” he said. “She was a majestic woman then—” Rekkar pulled himself up, his head shifting. “She taught me everything she knew,” continued Liberty, “How to get information, how to fight, how to bargain. I was her best agent.” “So you were an agent after all,” said Rekkar with a sigh, “Explains a lot—” Liberty just nodded. “Then one day, there was a fight,” he said slowly, narrowing his eyes as if trying to remember everything, “Our hideout was raided — It wasn’t the White Cave back then; we called it the motherlode. One of ETC’s agents got through our defenses — A promising spellslinger by the name of Ekses.” Rekkar’s eyes widened. The Ekses? The defense expert and master wizard? “Yeah, that one,” said Liberty weakly, answering Rekkar’s thoughts, “He was an ice mage back then; Skilled staff fighter, too. He took us by surprise.” There was a pause — The atmosphere in the hall had shifted completely. “What happened?” asked Rekkar. “We fought him. Just me and Emerald — It was looking good, but our combat was rusty, and he noticed. After a while, he realized that Emerald wasn’t a fighter any more, she was an operator now. So he focused on me, and— I couldn’t take it.” Rekkar opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind. With a gloomy chime the clock in the living room signaled the full hour. “He froze my legs and my left arm. I couldn’t move. Actually, it would have been the end of me, but—” He hesitated. Rekkar already saw it coming. “Emerald jumped in and took the blow. She fought him until our agents arrived. In the end, Ekses escaped — But the damage was done.” Rekkar shuddered at the thought. “You mean — the wheelchair?” Liberty nodded. “She was in agony for weeks. Sometimes it comes back. She hardly sleeps.” He took a deep breath and looked to the ceiling. “It’s because I was weak,” he said plainly, “She had trained me and I let her down. And now she suffers for it.” There was a tense silence. Rekkar swallowed. He was trying his best to shut off all emotion about his mission tonight, but it was impossible. “Actually, Ekses didn’t just walk away from it either,” added Liberty quickly, “Turns out he was a decent man, too. When he heard about what had happened, he swore to not hurt anybody ever again.” Rekkar looked up from the floor. “…So that’s why he only uses defensive spells now,” he whispered. “Yeah,” replied Liberty and pushed himself off the door. Rekkar could tell that playtime was over. “So now that you know the story, let’s get this over with,” sighed the tall man, “I suppose I don’t need to tell you that you won’t get through to Emerald while I’m alive.”

Rekkar didn’t attack. He just stood there, breathing slowly. His hand was shivering as he pulled the knife out of the wall. His eyes searched the floor — He couldn’t look up to Liberty. Two times he opened his mouth to speak, but didn’t say anything. Then, he took a deep breath and raised his head. “That’s what our trade is all about in the end, isn’t it,” he said. Liberty didn’t respond. “On the surface, it’s all violence and death, and intrigue, and people playing from the shadows for power and influence. But inside—” His eyes met Liberty’s for a moment, but he quickly looked away again, “—It’s really about covering each other from all the evil that’s happening around us, isn’t it. The Professor, Intergard— Even you and Emerald…” He turned towards the open door to the living room. “Liberty, I— I don’t know what to do,” he said slowly, his expression growing more and more overwhelmed as in his head each of his options revealed itself as stupid and childish. “I want to turn back, but I—” “We don’t need to fight any longer, boy,” interrupted Liberty with unusual vigour in his voice, “You’ve lost and you know it.” “But I’m younger, and faster, and—” Rekkar gestured helplessly, trying to convince himself of what he was saying, “Why am I not—” “None of that matters, Rekkar!” shouted Liberty, “I’m drawing from strength that you can’t deal with! You’re powered only by Djoutunhaim and his money, but those won’t make you overcome me as long as I’m protecting the people I look up to!” He paused for a second, then sighed tiredly. “You know it’s true. It drives you mad — You’ve had an eerie feeling about giving in to him for a long time, and you’ve had your chances to get out of it. You didn’t take them, boy. You’re screwed because of your own choices, and no matter how this ends you’ll not get away. You’ve understood that now — You’ve understood that you’ll not get anything from the insurance either way. So what’s keeping you, Rekkar?” Their eyes met for a second. “When nothing matters anymore, what’s keeping you from doing the right thing?” For a moment, there was silence. Even the ticking of the clock seemed to have slowed down. Then, Rekkar turned back. “If I—” he started, but his mouth stopped, trying to form words that his mind hadn’t decided yet. “I should just walk away, shouldn’t I?” His voice was not more than a whisper. Silently, the two men looked at each other like dependants at a funeral. “You’re right, Liberty. I’ve done so much damage, willingly… I kept going because I wanted to believe something good would come from it in the end — For me, at least. But you’re right — It’s not going to happen.” Their eyes conveyed the rest of the meaning. For a moment, the pale moonlight from the window of the living room reflected in a single tear on Rekkar’s cheek. “I’ve been stupid about so many things,” he whispered, more to himself than to Liberty, “And I was prepared to take the blame for it. I was bent on seeing it through to the end, you know? But now that it comes down to it…” He fell silent for a second. “…Maybe I’m not a bad person after all.” “Prove it!” said Liberty plainly. He looked at the blade in his hand, then threw it across the hallway at Rekkar’s feet. For a few long seconds they just exchanged wordless stares, and it was more than enough. Rekkar turned around — And a moment later, the knives on the floor were the only hint that he had ever been there.

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askthenewhopespeak · 7 years

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An intresting talk coming from shared intrests AKA the one where Sora still can't keep a secret

Sora: *She enters the room* Oh, knife training! Cool!

Karma: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *this continues*

Sora: *She take kingdom key out* May I join?

Karma: You’re like… 12.

Sora: I’ll be 13 in March! And I know how to use that knife.

Karma: Prove it then.

Sora: *She attacks the training doll, stabbing it in the heart* I can’t throw, though. But I can stab things. Karma: Hm. How are you at dodging? Sora: I have no Idea. I always get the feeling dad goes easy on me, and he is one of the two people I can train with. The other…. Travels most year, so I can’t train with them usually. Karma: Who’s your dad? Sora: *freaking out a bit.* He is, um… Not here or very known. You won’t know him. *thinking: three lies in one sentence. Wow.* Karma: *they lean in close to the child’s face* You’re lying. Sora: W-why would I lie? *Karma staring at her for close scares her even more* Karma: I don’t know why. I just know you are. The direction you were looking. They way your hands are placed. Your time of voice. Sora: S-so what? Yes, I lied. I had my own reasons. *She tries to put a mask of confidence. It doesn’t work so well* Karma: *They pout* You’ve only just met me and you’ve already decided you can’t trust me. Why? I’m cool. I’m fun. I even let you attack my dummy. Sora: That’s not it! *She trusts Karma, but after what happened with Monaca… * I promised not to tell, and I already Broke it, so I try to not break it again until I know the consequences of the first time. Karma: *they dramatically collapse to the floor* And I thought we could have been friends. Sora: I-I want to be your friend. If that’s okay. I don’t have many friends besides kids I consider cousins. Karma: But friend’s don’t keep secreeeeeeeets. Sora: I-I promised Mitsi and Shuuichi and Kaede, though. And besides… You won’t believe me anyway. Karma: You said you’ve already told someone though. Go big or go home. And who can’t say that. I may believe you if you can prove it. Sora: I can’t prove it. That’s the entire freaking issue! *Out of frustration, she starts using Kingdom Key to stab the doll multiple times in different locations.* Karma: You can say fucking you know. Sora: Old habit. I used to have to pay for a kind of a curse jar if I said Fucking. Or did stupid things that ended up hurting me. This was a big jar. Karma: *they sigh* Kid where are your parents? This school isn’t exactly safe. A few people nearly died a few days ago. Sora: Not anywhere I can reach. *She sighs.* I wish I could, but mom and dad aren’t here and I need to live with it. Karma: What’s your name? Your real name. Sora: My name is Sora. That all that matters. Karma: Why are you hiding your last name? Sora: Because it’s part of the lie. I can’t tell you who my dad is, and I can’t tell you his last name. You can call me Sora Momento, if you wish. That’s the name I go by here, Karma. Karma: …how do you know my name? Sora: I know many things, Karma Graves. *She picks up her knife.* But not enough, apparently. Karma: *They instinctively reach for their gun, only to remember it has no bullets* Shit. Sora: Haa? What’s the problem? Is your name a secret and I didn’t know? Karma: No. It’s just that I haven’t met most people here yet. And no one would mention me to some kid. And even then you would know that name belonged to me. (All my knives are in the dummy. I have to have something…) *they pull out a dart* Who are you with? Sora: Mostly with myself. Chaotic Natural for the win! I’m not aligned with Maverick Storm or despair, if that’s what you ask. Karma: ALRIGHT HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW MAVERICK?! Sora: History always was my best subject. *She puts one finger on her lips in shhh symbol* Have you figured it out yet? I’ll tell you everything if you can figure my last name. Karma: History…? You don’t mean… I mean… That would explain how you know all this stuff… *the look at Sora* What I’m getting is that you’re hinting at being a time traveler. Which it seems you may have somewhat proven. I have no idea how I’m supposed to guess your last name though. Sora: Can’t make it too easy, can I? You know both of my parents, and I have dad’s last name. That’s all the hints you’ll get. Karma: *they lean in close to the child, taking in every feature. After a few minutes, they figure it out* Hijirihara. Sora: Yes. That’s my name. I’ll answer any question you have. *She stops* Please don’t ask much. I don’t want to destroy the future by accident. Karma: What I was the world like when you left? *they’re skeptical* Sora: You travelled a lot, coming back to the school few times a year. Sending us kids postcards and such- I have… had a pretty big collection in my room. You are the only person besides my dad I can train with. I like you a lot. Karma: I… What? I travelled? The world is fine? You didn’t come here to stop anything? Sora: No. We just played with a thing we shouldn’t and found ourselves here. Trust me, if I had a choice, I’d be in 2034 right now. Karma: I don’t understand… The world is okay? I’m just traveling? Sora: The world is pretty much fine, yeah. It is defiantly not worse than how it was in 2015, but most pepole agree it’s even a bit better. And as for you? *She pulls her shoulders* I have no idea. Karma: How much do you know about the tragedy that Junko Enoshima caused? Sora: I thought I knew everything. Facts, names, what people I care about did… But apparently I don’t. Karma: *they sigh and pull out a couple of chairs* Alright, therapy session time. Sit down kid. Sora: Okay. *She sits down* I feel like I got to warn you I’m snarky and not that nice? Karma: And I’m childish and sadistic. Sorry if you didn’t know that. Sora: No one ever said it like that, but I kind of guessed? I mean bi-Monaca explained to me once why she didn’t like you. Karma: *they smile darkly* Monaca eh? Heheh. What did that bitch tell you? Sora: Don’t call her that! She told me that you chased her, planning to hurt her until she died in pain. I refused to ask more. Karma: Jeez kid calm down! It’s almost like you’re defending her… Sora: I really wonder why? Maybe because she used to be my third favorite person in the world. Karma: Why on earth would you like her…? Sora: Because she is my big sister! *She tries to calm herself, more or less suceeding.* And she is the bestest big sister in the world. Karma: …you just recently figured things out about Monaca that were hidden from you. Am I correct? Sora: Pretty much, yes. *She stares to the floor* She started saying she did all this horrible things…Why didn’t anyone tell me? Karma: *they snicker* Fuck if I know, kid. Your parents probably wanted to give her another chance at having a good life. But second chances always have a shitty price. I got my second chance. It’s not much better than what I had before. Sora: Your second chance? Do you mean this school? Why isn’t it better? Karma: I don’t exactly mean this school per-say. I’m talking about my entire life after being rescued… Sora: Rescued? From where? *thinking: All the more things no one bothered telling me. Yay.* Karma: *they’re quiet for a few moments* I haven’t told anyone this. But you seem chill with being disturbed so why don’t I tell you some shit. Not everything of course. Let’s start with the fact that I’m a natural born killer. I even killed before I was born. For the longest time, I thought I was intersex. Turns out, I actually absorbed my own twin in the womb. Not sure which of us was the girl and which of us was the boy. Then, my mom died giving birth to me. I’m not quite sure what my dad’s deal was. But he kept me locked in a small basement. I had newspaper to do my business on. No windows. Only a small lantern. I got fed once everyday. Not very nutritional food mind you. I only had a television with one channel. A channel that would show 90’s cartoons and sitcoms. I was abused. My dad would let people down into the basement sometimes, do do what they wanted with me. If that’s too vague for you I’m surprised. I’m talking about having sex with me against my will. I was hurt mentally and psychically. *they lift up their hair to reveal scars and burn marks, as well as a missing eyeball* Sometimes my dad would bring home a kitten. I’d grow so attached to them. And then at night, my dad would sneak in and take them away, only to feed them to me later. I don’t want to scar you too much so I’m leaving the basement shit at that. After I was rescued, I was forced into the life of an agent. I kill, I torture, I abuse, I steal, I destroy, I torment, etcetera. I’m still trapped in a life I don’t want. Sora: *She gasps, holding her tears, before hugging the older teen.* No one will ever tell you to kill anymore. I can assure you that. This is just not them. Karma: *They’re taken aback by the hug. They awkwardly pat Sora on the head* Sora: That feels nice. It feels like mom’s hugs. She always pats me on the head. Karma: *after a few moments* Hey… Kid. I’m fine with killing alright…? It’s my job now. *They then mutter to themselves* It’s also kinda entertaining. Sora: But no you have the choice. Isn’t that what really matters? Karma: …sure. *they pull away* …are you stuck here? Sora: We know the device to bring us back is *somewhere* in this time period, because my friends took it with them, but it didn’t show up where they did. We hope it’s still in the school. Karma: What does it look like? Sora: Like a box you could enter a date too. It’s really simple. Karma: …do you want my honest opinion? Sora: If you’d like sharing it, yes. Karma: I think you have no chance of getting home unless you tell your parents who you really are. I’m sure there’s some nurses here who could do a DNA test to prove it. They’d be much more willing to help you. They’d keep an eye out for the box too. I mean you’ve already told me, so what’s the harm in telling others? Sora: Mitsi and Shuuichi are worried because they read too many time travel books where everything went wrong. I’m just… really bad at keeping secrets, I guess. I don’t think I want to tell them. What if they decide they don’t like things about me and change things about how I was raised, or decide to never have me? Karma: Hold up hold up hold up hold up. There’s more of you?! Sora: I thought you understood it when I said my friends lost the time machine. We are four. Karma: That must have gone over my head… Who are their parents? Sora: Kaede and Shuuichi are Naegi’s. Mitsi *She corrects herself* Mitsuru is Nakamura. Karma: The princi- headmaster. And I’m not sure I’ve met the other yet. Think I’ve heard of him though. Sora: That makes sense. He cured a lot of diseases. I think it was at least 100 by 2019. Karma: Really? Huh. Listen, about the other thing you said. I’m sure your parents would love you. I mean, even I think you’re really cool. Sora: *She blushes a bit. It’s not everyday someone you adore tells you he thinks you’re cool.* I know my parents love me. But they aren’t my parents yet, and I’m afraid that they’ll decide not to teach me to use the knife, for example. Karma: Well I’m afraid I can’t make you change your mind. But know that if you and your friends need anything, I’m here for all of you. I’ll do my best to help you out. Sora: *She hugs Karma again* Thank you very much. *She smiled* Can you help me train with my knife a bit more, please? Karma: Of course!

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