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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: He woke up.
Contains: Frankenstein/Muzaka
Notes: 'Muzaka shows up at the start of canon' 'verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 495
Status: Work in progress
Where...was he.
...Who was he?
Everything was dark around him and his eyes stung when he opened them.
He was...in somewhere small. Just enough space for his elbows to hit something behind him, while his fingers brushed whatever was in front of him.
He needed out.
He needed out.
He slammed his hands against his container, whatever he was in sloshing around him. He felt his container give after one punch and he continued hitting the same area.
He winced at the piercing light that penetrated his container, but it led to somewhere with more space, and he gripped his fingers to it, peeling it away, bit by bit.
He pulled himself through the gap and gasped, his lungs working again. Air? Air.
He dragged himself out, just curled up where he dropped, trying to understand all the sensations around him as he coughed, spluttering liquid with each one. Birds were outside, a soft drone that kept repeating. The place smelled of dust and it was so bright.
But there was something else on the edge of his senses. Something he knew. Something he needed to go to.
He pulled himself to his feet, still dripping whatever he'd been encased in, heading in the direction.
He stumbled a couple steps, trying to remember what to do. He knew his thoughts and movements were sluggish, but why-
Needles. Laying on his back, bright lights shining in his eyes as something cut into him.
He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut until the images faded.
He needed to see that person.
* * *
Walking was weird. Breathing was weird.
Feeling the breeze swirl around him was weird.
But...things were starting to come to him. What things were called, seeing trees far down below him.
Who was he...? Mu...
Hm.
Maybe the other person would know.
He was getting closer with each leap.
* * *
He tilted his head up at the tall building. The person was up there.
He jumped up, his nails becoming claws to grip the side of the building. One, two, three leaps and he was there, peering through the large window.
...Now what?
The person inside looked at him, his eyes widening.
"Muzaka?" he heard, even muffled through the glass.
Muzaka. Yeah. That sounded about right.
* * *
Frankenstein frowned, the base of his skill itching. There was something coming towards him, fast, and it wasn't coming through the usual unmodified means.
Well, he would have to get ready to greet them.
A shadow appeared on his window and - Frankenstein sucked in a breath, seeing Muzaka looking bedraggled, dressed only in a pair of black boxers.
"Muzaka?" he breathed, and Muzaka grinned, nodding.
Something was wrong. Muzaka's gaze was too vacant, too blank for the last time Frankenstein had seen him.
Frankenstein jumped up and opened the top window, Muzaka able to slip through.
"Hey," Muzaka said, still smiling. "I know you."
Frankenstein's stomach dropped. What had happened to him?
Summary: He woke up.
Contains: Frankenstein/Muzaka
Notes: 'Muzaka shows up at the start of canon' 'verse.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 495
Status: Work in progress
Where...was he.
...Who was he?
Everything was dark around him and his eyes stung when he opened them.
He was...in somewhere small. Just enough space for his elbows to hit something behind him, while his fingers brushed whatever was in front of him.
He needed out.
He needed out.
He slammed his hands against his container, whatever he was in sloshing around him. He felt his container give after one punch and he continued hitting the same area.
He winced at the piercing light that penetrated his container, but it led to somewhere with more space, and he gripped his fingers to it, peeling it away, bit by bit.
He pulled himself through the gap and gasped, his lungs working again. Air? Air.
He dragged himself out, just curled up where he dropped, trying to understand all the sensations around him as he coughed, spluttering liquid with each one. Birds were outside, a soft drone that kept repeating. The place smelled of dust and it was so bright.
But there was something else on the edge of his senses. Something he knew. Something he needed to go to.
He pulled himself to his feet, still dripping whatever he'd been encased in, heading in the direction.
He stumbled a couple steps, trying to remember what to do. He knew his thoughts and movements were sluggish, but why-
Needles. Laying on his back, bright lights shining in his eyes as something cut into him.
He gasped, squeezing his eyes shut until the images faded.
He needed to see that person.
Walking was weird. Breathing was weird.
Feeling the breeze swirl around him was weird.
But...things were starting to come to him. What things were called, seeing trees far down below him.
Who was he...? Mu...
Hm.
Maybe the other person would know.
He was getting closer with each leap.
He tilted his head up at the tall building. The person was up there.
He jumped up, his nails becoming claws to grip the side of the building. One, two, three leaps and he was there, peering through the large window.
...Now what?
The person inside looked at him, his eyes widening.
"Muzaka?" he heard, even muffled through the glass.
Muzaka. Yeah. That sounded about right.
Frankenstein frowned, the base of his skill itching. There was something coming towards him, fast, and it wasn't coming through the usual unmodified means.
Well, he would have to get ready to greet them.
A shadow appeared on his window and - Frankenstein sucked in a breath, seeing Muzaka looking bedraggled, dressed only in a pair of black boxers.
"Muzaka?" he breathed, and Muzaka grinned, nodding.
Something was wrong. Muzaka's gaze was too vacant, too blank for the last time Frankenstein had seen him.
Frankenstein jumped up and opened the top window, Muzaka able to slip through.
"Hey," Muzaka said, still smiling. "I know you."
Frankenstein's stomach dropped. What had happened to him?