Countdown [Part 2]
Mar. 29th, 2016 02:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 knows the date he’s going to die. It’s embedded in his arm, ticking down on the wrist opposite where he’s been branded.
Notes: Soulmates AU.
Inspired by an anon asking, 'So will Frankenstein and Rai explain what the timer actually is or is it something that never came up in conversation?'
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 394
Total word count: 567
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein keeps smiling at him.
It’s a bit creepy, but it’s not the interested smile of a scientist who’s plotting the next experiment to try out on his body.
It’s more… M-21 has no idea. He can’t place it. Happy? Maybe? Did the scientist miss him that much after he’d gotten grabbed by the DA-5?
“What?” M-21 says, not quite as hostile as it would have been a couple of days ago. Not after Frankenstein’s allowed Takeo and Tao into his home. Not after the timer has ticked zero and he’s still standing there, still living.
“You’ve stopped glancing at your wrist.”
…Shit, had he been that obvious? But he’d stopped caring about people noticing and asking questions, because what was the point if he was going to die in a couple of days?
“Yeah. So?” Like he’s going to tell Frankenstein he’d had a countdown to death on his wrist that only he could see.
“I used to be preoccupied with my wrist as well,” Frankenstein says, lifting his hands to sip at his cup of tea.
M-21 narrows his eyes, though he can’t help try to peek at Frankenstein’s wrist. He couldn’t be, could he…? Frankenstein’s thinking of something else.
“It was counting down to something, I wasn’t sure what.” Wait, he is. “I thought I didn’t have much time left but then, when it finally reached zero, well.” Frankenstein’s smile brightens, and M-21 already recognises the smile that Frankenstein saves for one person only. “That’s when I met Master.”
His master? The one he doted upon, cared for and would do anything for?
But M-21′s timer isn’t like that. There hadn’t been anyone he’d-
His breath catches in his throat.
It would explain so much. Why Takeo and Tao had kept looking at him while he was captured. Why Takeo would even give him a bottle of water to a piece of trash like him.
Why he’d noticed the two sometimes rubbing at their own wrists.
Why he’d needed them to stay when he saw their backs heading for the front door.
M-21 backs up a step and when Frankenstein’s smile softens into something else he can’t recognise but doesn’t call him back, he goes. Goes further into the house to find Takeo and Tao to find out if they have a better idea of what the fuck is going on.
Summary: M-21 knows the date he’s going to die. It’s embedded in his arm, ticking down on the wrist opposite where he’s been branded.
Notes: Soulmates AU.
Inspired by an anon asking, 'So will Frankenstein and Rai explain what the timer actually is or is it something that never came up in conversation?'
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 394
Total word count: 567
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein keeps smiling at him.
It’s a bit creepy, but it’s not the interested smile of a scientist who’s plotting the next experiment to try out on his body.
It’s more… M-21 has no idea. He can’t place it. Happy? Maybe? Did the scientist miss him that much after he’d gotten grabbed by the DA-5?
“What?” M-21 says, not quite as hostile as it would have been a couple of days ago. Not after Frankenstein’s allowed Takeo and Tao into his home. Not after the timer has ticked zero and he’s still standing there, still living.
“You’ve stopped glancing at your wrist.”
…Shit, had he been that obvious? But he’d stopped caring about people noticing and asking questions, because what was the point if he was going to die in a couple of days?
“Yeah. So?” Like he’s going to tell Frankenstein he’d had a countdown to death on his wrist that only he could see.
“I used to be preoccupied with my wrist as well,” Frankenstein says, lifting his hands to sip at his cup of tea.
M-21 narrows his eyes, though he can’t help try to peek at Frankenstein’s wrist. He couldn’t be, could he…? Frankenstein’s thinking of something else.
“It was counting down to something, I wasn’t sure what.” Wait, he is. “I thought I didn’t have much time left but then, when it finally reached zero, well.” Frankenstein’s smile brightens, and M-21 already recognises the smile that Frankenstein saves for one person only. “That’s when I met Master.”
His master? The one he doted upon, cared for and would do anything for?
But M-21′s timer isn’t like that. There hadn’t been anyone he’d-
His breath catches in his throat.
It would explain so much. Why Takeo and Tao had kept looking at him while he was captured. Why Takeo would even give him a bottle of water to a piece of trash like him.
Why he’d noticed the two sometimes rubbing at their own wrists.
Why he’d needed them to stay when he saw their backs heading for the front door.
M-21 backs up a step and when Frankenstein’s smile softens into something else he can’t recognise but doesn’t call him back, he goes. Goes further into the house to find Takeo and Tao to find out if they have a better idea of what the fuck is going on.