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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Silver hair was the symbol of weakness in the Union. And the M series were the epitome of it, the example.
Notes: Silver prompt for the Noblesse 10th year anniversary event.
Inspired by the deepwaterwritingprompt ’White hair was a symbol of a low-life.“
Silver...hair...AU? 8'D
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 809
Status: Work in progress
Silver hair was the symbol of weakness in the Union. And the M series were the epitome of it, the example. They’d all been modified to have silver hair, to distinguish them from the others, so everyone would know the series they came from.
And then as their bodies failed and their strength was no longer so impressive compared to the newer modified humans, their hair pointed them out as the weak ones, the ones who could be pushed around without any fear of repercussions.
M-21 had envied M-24 for a while when his hair fell out, meaning his comrade wasn’t an as obvious target as he had been before, but since M-21 was always with him, it was clear M-24 was also one of the broken, weak ones. And then it was clear M-24’s body was failing, even with the pills, and M-21 no longer envied M-24 for his lack of hair.
* * *
"Why do you keep it like that if you hate it so much?” Tao asked, leaning over the sofa and curling a lock of M-21’s hair around a finger. “I can cut it for ya and I’m sure dye’ll hold. You wouldn’t even need to bleach it beforehand.”
M didn’t try to pull away, knowing Tao would keep doing it anyway. “Because it’s part of me.” He was part of the M series and nothing would change that. “But also,” he continued, a smirk sharpening on his face, “it means everyone who sees me underestimates me.” People from the Union saw him and saw someone on the verge of dying, someone who could be sneezed at and would fall over. There was a vindictive satisfaction in seeing his opponents’ surprised faces when they fought him, that he wasn’t as broken as they assumed he was.
“Heh, true that.” Tao ruffled M-21’s hair, bouncing away with a laugh before M-21 could swat his hand away.
* * *
Kentas wouldn’t stop frowning at M-21. Or more specifically M-21’s hair, but he was glancing between M-21’s face and his hair as he ate the burger M-21 bought him.
M-21 sighed, eating his own burger. “What.” Muzaka had silver hair, so it couldn’t be Kentas thought it was a weird colour, and Kentas hadn’t been part of the Union, so he wouldn’t know the connotations of silver hair and weakness either.
“You’re strong,” Kentas said, and that…had not been a response M-21 had expected. “Why do you keep saying you’re weak?”
“Because I am.”
Kentas’ gaze flicked up again. “But you have silver hair.”
M-21 grimaced. “Exactly.” So Kentas did know about that.
Kentas stared at him. “Is this a human thing I don’t understand? What does it mean to you?”
M-21 frowned, studying him. Hadn’t Kentas just said he knew about it? “It’s not humans, really. In humans, silver hair means someone’s old.” Kentas nodded. “In the Union…” M-21’s face twisted, remembering. “It’s a sign of my status of the lowest of the low, someone at the bottom of the hierarchy.”
Kentas’ eyes were wide. “Really?”
“Yeah. Why would I lie?” The proof was right there in his existence.
“Oh…” Kentas frowned, scrubbing at his own hair. It flicked back into place as soon as Kentas’ hand left it. “With werewolves, silver hair means strength.”
What.
“That the person who has it is really strong.”
That…would make sense. Older werewolves would have more time to develop their power. But then… “Like Muzaka?” M-21 had no idea how to guess werewolf ages, but Muzaka seemed more young than old.
Kentas grinned and nodded. “Yeah! Exactly! Most werewolf Lords have silver hair.”
Maduke didn’t, but he was probably an exception.
“I’m not a werewolf though,” M-21 said, taking another bite of his burger. So it didn’t mean the same. “It’s just a sign of weakness to me.”
“You’re strong,” Kentas repeated. “You survived what had been done to you, and you never gave up when we’d been caught by that noble scientist.” Kentas huffed, crushing the burger wrapper into a ball. “You fared better than I did in that situation…”
M-21 shrugged. “I’d already been through something like that.” He was used to it.
“And you’re very stubborn,” Kentas said with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, I am.” It was something Tao told him a lot.
“Well then,” Kentas said, throwing M-21 the wrapper. “Wanna spar? Then you can see for yourself how strong you are.”
M-21 looked at him doubtfully. Kentas was a werewolf warrior, someone far stronger than him. But he was an honourable warrior. He wouldn’t hold back and pretend just so M-21 would feel better.
“Fine,” M-21 said with a shrug, stuffing the wrappers in his pocket. He had the time and maybe if he did this, he would be able to pick up how werewolves fought and use that himself later in fights.
Summary: Silver hair was the symbol of weakness in the Union. And the M series were the epitome of it, the example.
Notes: Silver prompt for the Noblesse 10th year anniversary event.
Inspired by the deepwaterwritingprompt ’White hair was a symbol of a low-life.“
Silver...hair...AU? 8'D
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 809
Status: Work in progress
Silver hair was the symbol of weakness in the Union. And the M series were the epitome of it, the example. They’d all been modified to have silver hair, to distinguish them from the others, so everyone would know the series they came from.
And then as their bodies failed and their strength was no longer so impressive compared to the newer modified humans, their hair pointed them out as the weak ones, the ones who could be pushed around without any fear of repercussions.
M-21 had envied M-24 for a while when his hair fell out, meaning his comrade wasn’t an as obvious target as he had been before, but since M-21 was always with him, it was clear M-24 was also one of the broken, weak ones. And then it was clear M-24’s body was failing, even with the pills, and M-21 no longer envied M-24 for his lack of hair.
"Why do you keep it like that if you hate it so much?” Tao asked, leaning over the sofa and curling a lock of M-21’s hair around a finger. “I can cut it for ya and I’m sure dye’ll hold. You wouldn’t even need to bleach it beforehand.”
M didn’t try to pull away, knowing Tao would keep doing it anyway. “Because it’s part of me.” He was part of the M series and nothing would change that. “But also,” he continued, a smirk sharpening on his face, “it means everyone who sees me underestimates me.” People from the Union saw him and saw someone on the verge of dying, someone who could be sneezed at and would fall over. There was a vindictive satisfaction in seeing his opponents’ surprised faces when they fought him, that he wasn’t as broken as they assumed he was.
“Heh, true that.” Tao ruffled M-21’s hair, bouncing away with a laugh before M-21 could swat his hand away.
Kentas wouldn’t stop frowning at M-21. Or more specifically M-21’s hair, but he was glancing between M-21’s face and his hair as he ate the burger M-21 bought him.
M-21 sighed, eating his own burger. “What.” Muzaka had silver hair, so it couldn’t be Kentas thought it was a weird colour, and Kentas hadn’t been part of the Union, so he wouldn’t know the connotations of silver hair and weakness either.
“You’re strong,” Kentas said, and that…had not been a response M-21 had expected. “Why do you keep saying you’re weak?”
“Because I am.”
Kentas’ gaze flicked up again. “But you have silver hair.”
M-21 grimaced. “Exactly.” So Kentas did know about that.
Kentas stared at him. “Is this a human thing I don’t understand? What does it mean to you?”
M-21 frowned, studying him. Hadn’t Kentas just said he knew about it? “It’s not humans, really. In humans, silver hair means someone’s old.” Kentas nodded. “In the Union…” M-21’s face twisted, remembering. “It’s a sign of my status of the lowest of the low, someone at the bottom of the hierarchy.”
Kentas’ eyes were wide. “Really?”
“Yeah. Why would I lie?” The proof was right there in his existence.
“Oh…” Kentas frowned, scrubbing at his own hair. It flicked back into place as soon as Kentas’ hand left it. “With werewolves, silver hair means strength.”
What.
“That the person who has it is really strong.”
That…would make sense. Older werewolves would have more time to develop their power. But then… “Like Muzaka?” M-21 had no idea how to guess werewolf ages, but Muzaka seemed more young than old.
Kentas grinned and nodded. “Yeah! Exactly! Most werewolf Lords have silver hair.”
Maduke didn’t, but he was probably an exception.
“I’m not a werewolf though,” M-21 said, taking another bite of his burger. So it didn’t mean the same. “It’s just a sign of weakness to me.”
“You’re strong,” Kentas repeated. “You survived what had been done to you, and you never gave up when we’d been caught by that noble scientist.” Kentas huffed, crushing the burger wrapper into a ball. “You fared better than I did in that situation…”
M-21 shrugged. “I’d already been through something like that.” He was used to it.
“And you’re very stubborn,” Kentas said with a small chuckle.
“Yeah, I am.” It was something Tao told him a lot.
“Well then,” Kentas said, throwing M-21 the wrapper. “Wanna spar? Then you can see for yourself how strong you are.”
M-21 looked at him doubtfully. Kentas was a werewolf warrior, someone far stronger than him. But he was an honourable warrior. He wouldn’t hold back and pretend just so M-21 would feel better.
“Fine,” M-21 said with a shrug, stuffing the wrappers in his pocket. He had the time and maybe if he did this, he would be able to pick up how werewolves fought and use that himself later in fights.