Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: "The newer Union agents are getting worse," M-21 said, snorting as he wiped the blood off his hands with the scrap that was left of his shirt.
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship/family
Word count: 311
Status: Complete
"The newer Union agents are getting worse," M-21 said, snorting as he wiped the blood off his hands with the scrap that was left of his shirt. And more obvious. Tao had seen the agents loitering around on the rooftops with his new cameras and the three of them had tracked the agents down after school.
Even five against three, they'd still came out with only a couple scratches rather than broken bones.
"Nah," Tao said, perching an elbow on M-21's shoulder, "we've just gotten better."
M-21 just raised an eyebrow at him as they waited for Takeo to pack away his rifle.
"What?" Tao grinned. "We caught them off guard and on our terms — how often do we get that?"
That...was true. They were usually the ones who were in the middle of something else when the agents found them.
"And we're stronger than we were," Takeo added, closing his case, the locks snapping shut.
They were, weren't they. M-21 didn't have to fight against his body anymore to pull out the power he had; he was having the opposite problem now, yanking so much out at once that he could burn himself out if he didn't rein it in.
He flexed his hand out of habit whenever he thought about it, but turned his head at a soft hissing sound.
Black tendrils were flicking out over Tao's cheek and M-21 reached over without thought, brushing his hand over it. Tao leaned into his touch with a sigh, Dark Spear drawing back into his skin.
"Buuut there's still some room for improvement, heh," Tao said, straightening after shooting him a smile in thanks. "We'll work on that once we've rested and I've made up a new game plan."
Takeo seemed fine as he stood up, but M-21 kept an eye on him anyway as they started making their way home.
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Written for Hellse Bunny's prompt, 'M-21, Tao, an absent look or touch and a fistfight.'
Couldn't figure out a better final line, so posted as it is.
Summary: "The newer Union agents are getting worse," M-21 said, snorting as he wiped the blood off his hands with the scrap that was left of his shirt.
Rating: PG
Genre: Friendship/family
Word count: 311
Status: Complete
"The newer Union agents are getting worse," M-21 said, snorting as he wiped the blood off his hands with the scrap that was left of his shirt. And more obvious. Tao had seen the agents loitering around on the rooftops with his new cameras and the three of them had tracked the agents down after school.
Even five against three, they'd still came out with only a couple scratches rather than broken bones.
"Nah," Tao said, perching an elbow on M-21's shoulder, "we've just gotten better."
M-21 just raised an eyebrow at him as they waited for Takeo to pack away his rifle.
"What?" Tao grinned. "We caught them off guard and on our terms — how often do we get that?"
That...was true. They were usually the ones who were in the middle of something else when the agents found them.
"And we're stronger than we were," Takeo added, closing his case, the locks snapping shut.
They were, weren't they. M-21 didn't have to fight against his body anymore to pull out the power he had; he was having the opposite problem now, yanking so much out at once that he could burn himself out if he didn't rein it in.
He flexed his hand out of habit whenever he thought about it, but turned his head at a soft hissing sound.
Black tendrils were flicking out over Tao's cheek and M-21 reached over without thought, brushing his hand over it. Tao leaned into his touch with a sigh, Dark Spear drawing back into his skin.
"Buuut there's still some room for improvement, heh," Tao said, straightening after shooting him a smile in thanks. "We'll work on that once we've rested and I've made up a new game plan."
Takeo seemed fine as he stood up, but M-21 kept an eye on him anyway as they started making their way home.
Written for Hellse Bunny's prompt, 'M-21, Tao, an absent look or touch and a fistfight.'
Couldn't figure out a better final line, so posted as it is.