Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets
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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 thought it had been the silver-haired guy's unlucky day to stumble across him and M-24. It was the other way around.
Notes: I'm making a 'Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets' because I'm FIRED UP about this tiny little canoe and I'm going to be dragging as many of you as I can into it. XDD
This collection will be a continuation from Gaining Strength and have a mix of 'Muzaka never disappeared', 'Muzaka showed up around the start of canon' and maybe 'Muzaka shows up at his canon point'. The third might be kept to the Retrieved fic, but we'll see. But yeah, just all the little snippets while I try to get all these ideas out of my head.
It miiight get confusing going between verses in the one collection, but uh. I really don't want to think of titles for all these. 8');;;
Muzaka never disappeared 'verse.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 2,117
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sneered at the idiot who had stumbled across his and M-24's spot. "The fuck do you want?" he said, seeing the man's jogger get-up, his long silver hair. The scar that cut up from the man's jaw said he'd seen at least one good fight, but he wouldn't have been in a fight with a Union agent before.
The man was looking at both him and M-24, his brow drawn in puzzlement.
"Hey, you deaf?" M-21 said, glowering. The idiot really didn't know the danger he was in.
"Nah," the man said, looking around at everything, his attention particularly drawn by M-21.
M-21 didn't like it. Attention was something M-21 never wanted.
M-24 shifted beside him, M-21 turning his head towards him. "The infected still wants some fun."
Fine. "Let it, then." Maybe this asshole would show something interesting.
The infected charged at the man, who didn't even look. Hah, too slow to even-
The infected reached the man, who stepped out of the way and threw the infected into one of the steel beams. The infected went limp in a heap on the ground.
The man crossed his arms with a sigh. "I came lookin' for a mutant, but I didn't think I'd find people like you two here - what're you doing?"
M-21 sneered, straightening. "Having some fun, and I think we just found it." The infected had been weak anyway. The attack had taken M-21 by surprise, but with M-24, they'd take the guy down.
He lunged at the guy, transforming. It gave him a burst of speed that would be too fast to-
The man grabbed his wrist and shoved him so M-21 toppled. He landed on his back with a grunt, and dammit, he was vulnerable like-
"What is wrong with your transformation?" the man said, studying M-21's hand, the man's aura holding him in place.
The hell? M-21 jabbed at him with his other hand but it was collected as easily as the first. Shit. Shitshitshit! He was caught, and struggling against the man's grip did nothing. M-21 felt his energy trickle away as he kept his transformation up. He was wasting time and if he couldn't touch the man while transformed, there was no fucking way he'd be able to do anything while not.
M-21 saw movement in his periphery. "Nothing's wrong with it." Keep the guy distracted so he wouldn't notice M-24 until he was too late.
The guy stared at him. "You really think-" He lifted his hand, catching M-24's punch, not moving at all. "-there's nothing wrong? Are you okay?"
The blood drained from M-21's face, seeing the casual display of strength, the guy handling both of them with ease. He could see M-24 straining, but the guy held him in place, still more concerned with M-21.
The guy was a modified human, enhanced way beyond anything he or M-24 could ever be.
The guy studied his face for a second. "Hn. All right." He hefted M-21 up, throwing him over his shoulder so they were facing the same way. "You, pick up the mutant."
The fuck was happening? "We're trying to kill you?" Not that they would be able to, but the guy wasn't acting like they're tried to kill him. Or were they so below him the guy didn't consider them threats...
"Yeah, you can try that again once you feel better." The guy patted him on his fucking head, still holding his wrists.
Wait. "Feel better?" That meant - fuck! M-21 struggled but all that happened was he let go of his transformation.
He sagged, panting. Fuck, they were going to be taken to a lab. His transformation was known about and he was going to be fucking kept to be poked and studied until he'd given the scientists all the information they needed.
He saw '24 pick up the infected and walk towards them. No... M-24 could get away. He shouldn't get brought in as well because M-21 hadn't been strong enough.
"Yeah, I know someone who'll know what's wrong with your transformation and help with it."
By cutting into him and draining him of so much blood until he couldn't stand.
Dammit...
All that work to stay out of the scientists' hands and he'd fucking revealed it at the wrong time. Shit.
"Awesome," the guy said as he aimed for the exit. "We're not that far from home."
* * *
'Home' turned out to be a residential area, and M-21 eyed the houses as they passed them. Home was a codename for it? It would certainly fit and not seem that suspicious to eavesdroppers.
M-21 hadn't heard of many fronts that were houses, because the amount of traffic that went in and out would be suspicious, but they must have made it work somehow.
But he'd gained just enough energy while they'd travelled there that he could transform again.
He pressed his fingers to the guy's stomach and M-21 gritted his teeth, forcing his transformation through. His nails grow before the asshole could react, his nails tearing through skin and muscle like paper.
Good.
"Hey!"
M-21 wrenched his hands across, breaking free of the guy's grip and rolling off his shoulder.
"Move!" he barked at M-24 as he ran.
He stumbled a step, already drained, but they had to get away. He could rest later.
* * *
M-21's legs were shaking as he leaned against the wall of their saferoom, panting. They hadn't been followed.
They shouldn't have. He'd ripped the fucker's guts out.
If anything, they'd probably get told to clean up the body before some unmodified human stumbled across it, or before any tests were done on the body.
"Ya really had ta run, huh."
M-21 jerked his head up, gaping at the guy who was crouched at the open window. How?
The guy's clothes were blood splattered where M-21 had stabbed him, but it was in tatters, leaving the area open.
The guy only wore one layer, showing where M-21 had stabbed him had healed over. If it wasn't for the blood smeared all over it and the torn top, it would look like he'd never been injured.
It also showed off old deep scars poking in from the edge that...looked like something M-21's nails would do.
"Look," the guy said, hopping in, "I know you wanna fight, but we need ta sort out what's going on with your..." He frowned, turning his attention to M-24.
Shit, what now?
M-24 was trembling. Not noticeably, but M-21 had seen the start of M-24's body breaking down too many times to know the signs.
M-24 was clutching at his pockets, his hands restlessly moving from place to place, and M-21 saw him pale.
No...
Had he lost his pills? It must have happened while they were running.
The guy exhaled and M-21 snapped his attention to him. The guy was still watching M-24, his lips pursed with his arms crossed.
"If ya don't stab me again, I can take ya to someone that can look after him."
"Of course you can," M-21 spat. "And you're just offering that out of the goodness of your heart, right?" What was the catch?
He couldn't- They couldn't go back. They couldn't take down that fucker, so the Union would know what they'd been hiding and they'd locked up until they died.
But if they didn't go with him, M-24 was going to die now.
"Well-" The guy sighed. "We don't have the time ta debate this."
No, they didn't. Every second that ticked by was another step M-24 took towards death.
"'21," M-24 murmured, and M-21 could hear the shake in his voice he was trying to hide. "I can go. You don't have to-"
"I'm not letting you go alone." If he did, he might never see M-24 again.
"Then you're comin' with me?" the guy said, looking between them.
As much as he hated to. "Yeah."
The guy was looking over M-24. "Think you can travel fast for a couple minutes, or do ya need support?"
M-24 shook his head as M-21 went to his side. "I can manage."
"All right. Come on." He jumped out the window.
M-21 shared a look with M-24, gripping M-24's shoulder for a second before following the guy.
* * *
They were back at the residential area but M-21 didn't take too much notice, too focused on checking M-24. He was getting paler, his breathing shorter.
"It's just straight through," the guy said, opening the door to a normal looking house.
M-21 didn't care, waiting to catch M-24 if he collapsed.
"Oi!" the guy called out as he opened up another door, revealing a lit staircase going down as he dashed down it. "We're here. Gonna need IVs an' morphine."
What? "He doesn't need that," M-21 snapped. "He needs the pills."
"An' we don't know what's in 'em, so we're gonna hafta stabilise him first." The guy led them further into the lab, a set of double-doors opening for them.
They didn't know? How the fuck couldn't they know? Unless...
The guy didn't have the pills.
M-21 and M-24 had...just fucking walked into another fucking organisation. He'd been too panicked to even consider that.
There was someone waiting for them in the room, already setting things up around a bed,
"This way," the scientist - M-21 gawked.
The blond scientist wasn't just any scientist - he was the fucking CEO of the Union's rival organisation: Frankenstein.
Frankenstein glanced over each of them, his gaze settling on M-24. "Lay here, please," he said, gesturing to the bed next to him.
"Yes, sir." M-24 scurried forward to do as he was told, and M-21's stomach clenched at how M-24 wheezed.
M-21 caught Frankenstein's tight expression before it disappeared. Why...wouldn't he want to be called sir?
M-21 watched as Frankenstein and the guy worked together around M-24 as he shook, hooking him up to machines and other things.
M-21 could see them moving, but he didn't take his eyes off M-24, watching his chest struggle to rise and fall.
It was taking too long. If M-24 had taken his pills, he would have settled down by now. If M-21 had been strong enough to take the guy down, '24 wouldn't have lost his pills.
M-24's heart was still going. Too fast, M-24's gasps of pain punctuating each beat.
But it was still going. M-21 kept his hands in tight fists, listening for the next beat.
"And how did you meet these ones, Muzaka?" Frankenstein asked, his voice light as M-24 finally started to calm down, the beep of the heart machine slowing down.
"Eh, they tried ta kill me," Muzaka said, shrugging as they washed their hands. "I was tryna find the mutant too and found 'em."
"I see."
...So. Now what. M-24 was being kept here, and M-21 wouldn't leave him alone in the Union if he had to, let alone another organisation. If they were going to be tortured -for information, amusement, or revenge- they would have to drag him away first.
"Well, then," Frankenstein said, rolling his shoulders. "Your friend is stabilised for now, so until he wakes I'll check his blood test results to see if there's something more permanent that I can make that will help."
What? ...Oh, of course. "We'll do our best with you," M-21 murmured. They'd saved him so they would work for their organisation. Betray the Union, whatever. The only thing that mattered was M-24 was alive.
"Eh?"
"We would need to discuss your salary and contract first before we employ you," Frankenstein said wryly. "For the moment, just rest."
His what and what?
"If you could take them to the recovery room, Muzaka?"
"'Course." Muzaka looked at M-21 and the infected, jerking his head towards the exit, before he started wheeling M-24 away.
They ended up in an area that looked like it was part of the house front, Muzaka making sure the brakes were in place.
"If somethin' happens, one of us'll be in earshot," Muzaka said.
"...All right." What...was happening right now?
Muzaka left, leaving the door ajar.
M-21 eyed it, but left it like that as he moved closer to M-24. The room would be bugged anyway - there wasn't going to be any pretence of privacy.
"Sorry," M-24 wheezed, trying to sit up.
"Don't say - Don't say that," M-21 said, sitting next to him. "Just...rest for now, all right?" The most important M-24 had to do right now was recover.
"But if I hadn't...lost my pills..."
"It's fine," M-21 said, gripping M-24's hand. He wasn't sure if it was his own or M-24's shaking he was feeling. "We'll figure something out."
He would have to.
Not quite sure what will happen with the infected yet. An idea is forming, but we'll see.
Summary: M-21 thought it had been the silver-haired guy's unlucky day to stumble across him and M-24. It was the other way around.
Notes: I'm making a 'Collection of Frankenstein/Muzaka Snippets' because I'm FIRED UP about this tiny little canoe and I'm going to be dragging as many of you as I can into it. XDD
This collection will be a continuation from Gaining Strength and have a mix of 'Muzaka never disappeared', 'Muzaka showed up around the start of canon' and maybe 'Muzaka shows up at his canon point'. The third might be kept to the Retrieved fic, but we'll see. But yeah, just all the little snippets while I try to get all these ideas out of my head.
It miiight get confusing going between verses in the one collection, but uh. I really don't want to think of titles for all these. 8');;;
Muzaka never disappeared 'verse.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Word count: 2,117
Status: Work in progress
M-21 sneered at the idiot who had stumbled across his and M-24's spot. "The fuck do you want?" he said, seeing the man's jogger get-up, his long silver hair. The scar that cut up from the man's jaw said he'd seen at least one good fight, but he wouldn't have been in a fight with a Union agent before.
The man was looking at both him and M-24, his brow drawn in puzzlement.
"Hey, you deaf?" M-21 said, glowering. The idiot really didn't know the danger he was in.
"Nah," the man said, looking around at everything, his attention particularly drawn by M-21.
M-21 didn't like it. Attention was something M-21 never wanted.
M-24 shifted beside him, M-21 turning his head towards him. "The infected still wants some fun."
Fine. "Let it, then." Maybe this asshole would show something interesting.
The infected charged at the man, who didn't even look. Hah, too slow to even-
The infected reached the man, who stepped out of the way and threw the infected into one of the steel beams. The infected went limp in a heap on the ground.
The man crossed his arms with a sigh. "I came lookin' for a mutant, but I didn't think I'd find people like you two here - what're you doing?"
M-21 sneered, straightening. "Having some fun, and I think we just found it." The infected had been weak anyway. The attack had taken M-21 by surprise, but with M-24, they'd take the guy down.
He lunged at the guy, transforming. It gave him a burst of speed that would be too fast to-
The man grabbed his wrist and shoved him so M-21 toppled. He landed on his back with a grunt, and dammit, he was vulnerable like-
"What is wrong with your transformation?" the man said, studying M-21's hand, the man's aura holding him in place.
The hell? M-21 jabbed at him with his other hand but it was collected as easily as the first. Shit. Shitshitshit! He was caught, and struggling against the man's grip did nothing. M-21 felt his energy trickle away as he kept his transformation up. He was wasting time and if he couldn't touch the man while transformed, there was no fucking way he'd be able to do anything while not.
M-21 saw movement in his periphery. "Nothing's wrong with it." Keep the guy distracted so he wouldn't notice M-24 until he was too late.
The guy stared at him. "You really think-" He lifted his hand, catching M-24's punch, not moving at all. "-there's nothing wrong? Are you okay?"
The blood drained from M-21's face, seeing the casual display of strength, the guy handling both of them with ease. He could see M-24 straining, but the guy held him in place, still more concerned with M-21.
The guy was a modified human, enhanced way beyond anything he or M-24 could ever be.
The guy studied his face for a second. "Hn. All right." He hefted M-21 up, throwing him over his shoulder so they were facing the same way. "You, pick up the mutant."
The fuck was happening? "We're trying to kill you?" Not that they would be able to, but the guy wasn't acting like they're tried to kill him. Or were they so below him the guy didn't consider them threats...
"Yeah, you can try that again once you feel better." The guy patted him on his fucking head, still holding his wrists.
Wait. "Feel better?" That meant - fuck! M-21 struggled but all that happened was he let go of his transformation.
He sagged, panting. Fuck, they were going to be taken to a lab. His transformation was known about and he was going to be fucking kept to be poked and studied until he'd given the scientists all the information they needed.
He saw '24 pick up the infected and walk towards them. No... M-24 could get away. He shouldn't get brought in as well because M-21 hadn't been strong enough.
"Yeah, I know someone who'll know what's wrong with your transformation and help with it."
By cutting into him and draining him of so much blood until he couldn't stand.
Dammit...
All that work to stay out of the scientists' hands and he'd fucking revealed it at the wrong time. Shit.
"Awesome," the guy said as he aimed for the exit. "We're not that far from home."
'Home' turned out to be a residential area, and M-21 eyed the houses as they passed them. Home was a codename for it? It would certainly fit and not seem that suspicious to eavesdroppers.
M-21 hadn't heard of many fronts that were houses, because the amount of traffic that went in and out would be suspicious, but they must have made it work somehow.
But he'd gained just enough energy while they'd travelled there that he could transform again.
He pressed his fingers to the guy's stomach and M-21 gritted his teeth, forcing his transformation through. His nails grow before the asshole could react, his nails tearing through skin and muscle like paper.
Good.
"Hey!"
M-21 wrenched his hands across, breaking free of the guy's grip and rolling off his shoulder.
"Move!" he barked at M-24 as he ran.
He stumbled a step, already drained, but they had to get away. He could rest later.
M-21's legs were shaking as he leaned against the wall of their saferoom, panting. They hadn't been followed.
They shouldn't have. He'd ripped the fucker's guts out.
If anything, they'd probably get told to clean up the body before some unmodified human stumbled across it, or before any tests were done on the body.
"Ya really had ta run, huh."
M-21 jerked his head up, gaping at the guy who was crouched at the open window. How?
The guy's clothes were blood splattered where M-21 had stabbed him, but it was in tatters, leaving the area open.
The guy only wore one layer, showing where M-21 had stabbed him had healed over. If it wasn't for the blood smeared all over it and the torn top, it would look like he'd never been injured.
It also showed off old deep scars poking in from the edge that...looked like something M-21's nails would do.
"Look," the guy said, hopping in, "I know you wanna fight, but we need ta sort out what's going on with your..." He frowned, turning his attention to M-24.
Shit, what now?
M-24 was trembling. Not noticeably, but M-21 had seen the start of M-24's body breaking down too many times to know the signs.
M-24 was clutching at his pockets, his hands restlessly moving from place to place, and M-21 saw him pale.
No...
Had he lost his pills? It must have happened while they were running.
The guy exhaled and M-21 snapped his attention to him. The guy was still watching M-24, his lips pursed with his arms crossed.
"If ya don't stab me again, I can take ya to someone that can look after him."
"Of course you can," M-21 spat. "And you're just offering that out of the goodness of your heart, right?" What was the catch?
He couldn't- They couldn't go back. They couldn't take down that fucker, so the Union would know what they'd been hiding and they'd locked up until they died.
But if they didn't go with him, M-24 was going to die now.
"Well-" The guy sighed. "We don't have the time ta debate this."
No, they didn't. Every second that ticked by was another step M-24 took towards death.
"'21," M-24 murmured, and M-21 could hear the shake in his voice he was trying to hide. "I can go. You don't have to-"
"I'm not letting you go alone." If he did, he might never see M-24 again.
"Then you're comin' with me?" the guy said, looking between them.
As much as he hated to. "Yeah."
The guy was looking over M-24. "Think you can travel fast for a couple minutes, or do ya need support?"
M-24 shook his head as M-21 went to his side. "I can manage."
"All right. Come on." He jumped out the window.
M-21 shared a look with M-24, gripping M-24's shoulder for a second before following the guy.
They were back at the residential area but M-21 didn't take too much notice, too focused on checking M-24. He was getting paler, his breathing shorter.
"It's just straight through," the guy said, opening the door to a normal looking house.
M-21 didn't care, waiting to catch M-24 if he collapsed.
"Oi!" the guy called out as he opened up another door, revealing a lit staircase going down as he dashed down it. "We're here. Gonna need IVs an' morphine."
What? "He doesn't need that," M-21 snapped. "He needs the pills."
"An' we don't know what's in 'em, so we're gonna hafta stabilise him first." The guy led them further into the lab, a set of double-doors opening for them.
They didn't know? How the fuck couldn't they know? Unless...
The guy didn't have the pills.
M-21 and M-24 had...just fucking walked into another fucking organisation. He'd been too panicked to even consider that.
There was someone waiting for them in the room, already setting things up around a bed,
"This way," the scientist - M-21 gawked.
The blond scientist wasn't just any scientist - he was the fucking CEO of the Union's rival organisation: Frankenstein.
Frankenstein glanced over each of them, his gaze settling on M-24. "Lay here, please," he said, gesturing to the bed next to him.
"Yes, sir." M-24 scurried forward to do as he was told, and M-21's stomach clenched at how M-24 wheezed.
M-21 caught Frankenstein's tight expression before it disappeared. Why...wouldn't he want to be called sir?
M-21 watched as Frankenstein and the guy worked together around M-24 as he shook, hooking him up to machines and other things.
M-21 could see them moving, but he didn't take his eyes off M-24, watching his chest struggle to rise and fall.
It was taking too long. If M-24 had taken his pills, he would have settled down by now. If M-21 had been strong enough to take the guy down, '24 wouldn't have lost his pills.
M-24's heart was still going. Too fast, M-24's gasps of pain punctuating each beat.
But it was still going. M-21 kept his hands in tight fists, listening for the next beat.
"And how did you meet these ones, Muzaka?" Frankenstein asked, his voice light as M-24 finally started to calm down, the beep of the heart machine slowing down.
"Eh, they tried ta kill me," Muzaka said, shrugging as they washed their hands. "I was tryna find the mutant too and found 'em."
"I see."
...So. Now what. M-24 was being kept here, and M-21 wouldn't leave him alone in the Union if he had to, let alone another organisation. If they were going to be tortured -for information, amusement, or revenge- they would have to drag him away first.
"Well, then," Frankenstein said, rolling his shoulders. "Your friend is stabilised for now, so until he wakes I'll check his blood test results to see if there's something more permanent that I can make that will help."
What? ...Oh, of course. "We'll do our best with you," M-21 murmured. They'd saved him so they would work for their organisation. Betray the Union, whatever. The only thing that mattered was M-24 was alive.
"Eh?"
"We would need to discuss your salary and contract first before we employ you," Frankenstein said wryly. "For the moment, just rest."
His what and what?
"If you could take them to the recovery room, Muzaka?"
"'Course." Muzaka looked at M-21 and the infected, jerking his head towards the exit, before he started wheeling M-24 away.
They ended up in an area that looked like it was part of the house front, Muzaka making sure the brakes were in place.
"If somethin' happens, one of us'll be in earshot," Muzaka said.
"...All right." What...was happening right now?
Muzaka left, leaving the door ajar.
M-21 eyed it, but left it like that as he moved closer to M-24. The room would be bugged anyway - there wasn't going to be any pretence of privacy.
"Sorry," M-24 wheezed, trying to sit up.
"Don't say - Don't say that," M-21 said, sitting next to him. "Just...rest for now, all right?" The most important M-24 had to do right now was recover.
"But if I hadn't...lost my pills..."
"It's fine," M-21 said, gripping M-24's hand. He wasn't sure if it was his own or M-24's shaking he was feeling. "We'll figure something out."
He would have to.
Not quite sure what will happen with the infected yet. An idea is forming, but we'll see.