Ours

Feb. 11th, 2021 10:24 pm
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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka had known what to expect with a supposedly 'mad scientist' on the run; Frankenstein's many 'guests' were something else entirely he had to figure out.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein
Notes: Frankenstein grabbed Dark Spear but ran into Muzaka instead au.
Will eventually be Muzaka/Frankenstein/Dark Spear.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,778
Status: Work in progress



Frankenstein panted, skin glistening with sweat. He narrowed his eyes at Muzaka. "What is it? You've been frowning this entire time."

Muzaka tilted his head, checking his own expression and then shrugged. "Yeah, 'cause you've been holding back, and I don't understand why." Frankenstein normally did in spars, and that had surprised Muzaka a few times when Frankenstein changed his plan, but they'd sparred enough now that Muzaka had a better idea of Frankenstein's strength. And Frankenstein was definitely holding back.

Frankenstein wheezed a chuckle, wiping his brow. "You think I'm doing this on purpose? What reason would I have?"

"I don't know," Muzaka said, still looking him over. Frankenstein wasn't hurt in a way that would limit his movement, so then... "What are you worried about?" It couldn't be that he was worried about hurting Muzaka was it?

Frankenstein pursed his lips. "I'm not..." He exhaled, closing his eyes. "I see." He didn't say anything for a few seconds. "...I'm worried about myself, it seems," he said, turning his hand to look down at it.

"Oh?" Frankenstein hadn't seemed the type to doubt himself.

"And hurting you," Frankenstein added.

That one was easier to talk about. "You won't," Muzaka said, walking over. "Not permanently."

"You don't know that!" Frankenstein hissed.

"Then we try it out?" Muzaka shrugged. What was wrong with that? "Either I'm stronger than you think, or you're stronger than I think, an' if that's the case, then I'll just train to match ya." He grinned at the thought. If Frankenstein was that strong... Well, it had been a very long time since someone had really challenged him.

Frankenstein didn't say anything for a few seconds before he nodded slowly. "I suppose if you aren't able to handle it, then no-one else would be able to."

He lifted a hand to the sky, and Muzaka's hair prickled, like the beginning of a storm.

"Answer my call, Dark Spear."

A flash, the weight of power trying to push on Muzaka's shoulders. The stench of blood.

There was purple weapon in Frankenstein's hand. Long enough to be wielded in two hands, and it gave the hint of a shape of a blade at each end through the flickering flames.

"This was what I was worried about," Frankenstein said, lowering the weapon to point one end at Muzaka. "I'm still trying to control it properly."

Muzaka could hear a low whispering, a murmuring of a thousand voices bubbling like a river. "It's...alive?" he said, shaking his head. It did nothing about the sound.

"Conscious may be a more accurate description," Frankenstein murmured. "But that is enough of an introduction - shall we continue? I'm not able to hold it for too long."

Muzaka nodded, putting what Frankenstein had said to the side as he dashed forward. Now he could see what Frankenstein could do.

* * *

Muzaka skidded to a stop when Frankenstein held up a hand. "I'm at my..."

Muzaka nodded. Frankenstein had been wavering as the spar went on, his attacks becoming more and more erratic.

Dark Spear disappeared from view with a sharp hiss and Frankenstein sagged.

Muzaka caught him before he hit the ground.

"That went..." Frankenstein swallowed. "Better than expected."

He chuckled, easing Frankenstein down. "What were you expectin'?" The spar had definitely been more interesting than their previous ones, and those had already intrigued Muzaka about Frankenstein. Frankenstein was faster with Dark Spear, stronger too. And the smaller dagger-like projectiles Frankenstein summoned against him made more sense now, if Frankenstein was controlling them through Dark Spear.

"For Dark Spear to consume me, and then use my body to do whatever it wanted. Which...may be to consume you."

Muzaka's smile froze. "Really?"

Frankenstein nodded, continuing to lean on Muzaka, regaining his breath. "The souls contained within are not happy at their circumstances, and blame me for it. So if they can destroy me, they will gladly do so."

"The souls...?" Muzaka repeated. That sounded like- "Like a noble soul weapon?"

"As close as a human-made one, yes." Frankenstein exhaled. "I had hoped to make something that would help humanity to no longer rely on nobles to protect us, so we could rely on our own strength but in the end..." He closed his eyes.

Muzaka waited a few seconds, but Frankenstein didn't continue, his breathing deepening.

He'd exhausted that much in the spar, huh? Muzaka wrapped his arms around him and carried him back to camp after collecting their tops.

* * *

"What did you think?" Muzaka asked as they ate dinner, the fire crackling in front of them.

"Think of what?" Frankenstein's gaze drifted to the journal on the other side of the camp, but he didn't try to get it to write whatever new idea had popped into his head. Finally. It had taken a while to get Frankenstein to just eat and not continue working during meal times.

"Of the spar," Muzaka said. "Do you think you'll use Dark Spear more?"

Frankenstein hummed. "It didn't go as badly as I thought, so... Yes. I'll be willing to to try using it more."

Muzaka beamed.

* * *

Muzaka blinked, staring at Frankenstein's hair. What had woken him up? There wasn't anyone -

Frankenstein twitched, a whine coming from him.

Damn. A nightmare.

"Oi," Muzaka whispered, shaking his shoulder. "Frankenstein."

Frankenstein woke up with a gasp. He elbowed Muzaka in the gut, making him grunt in surprise, and Frankenstein lunged out of bed.

Or tried to, Muzaka wrapping his arms around his waist and shoulders, keeping him there.

"Easy, easy, it's just me," Muzaka murmured, Frankenstein still struggling against him. "You were havin' a nightmare."

Frankenstein froze, his breathing haggard. "...Muzaka?"

"Yeah, it's me," Muzaka said, pulling him into a more comfortable hug.

"Dammit," Frankenstein said as he shook. "I could hear them, hear them all."

"Hear who?" Muzaka said, pressing his lips to Frankenstein's hair.

"Dark Spear." Blood tinged the air, like when Frankenstein had summoned Dark Spear, a murmur of voices just scratching at Muzaka's ears.

"Can you hear them now?"

Frankenstein was silent, his harsh breathing loud. "...No, I can't." The blood scent faded.

Frankenstein relaxed all at once, though he kept shaking. Muzaka kept holding him, rumbling, until Frankenstein drifted back to sleep.

Muzaka kept an eye on him, but Frankenstein seemed to sleep soundly, and Muzaka followed him to sleep.

* * *

Muzaka looked over when he heard movement behind him, smiling as Frankenstein got up. "Mornin'. How you feelin'?" The way Frankenstein squinted around him, the answer was obvious.

"Terrible," Frankenstein said, rubbing at his eyes with a sigh.

That wasn't surprising. Muzaka raised his eyebrows as Frankenstein cleared their bedding away. "You not going back to bed?"

"I have more to research," Frankenstein said, exhaling. "I can't leave it just because I have a headache from lack of sleep."

"Eat first then," Muzaka said, holding out a bowl of soup he'd made.

Frankenstein squinted at it.

"You need the energy, right?" Muzaka added. That seemed to be one of the easiest ways to get Frankenstein eat.

"...Yes. Thank you," Frankenstein said, taking the bowl and sitting down.

Smiling, Muzaka scooped some soup for himself and sat down next to him as Frankenstein started eating.

* * *

Muzaka frowned, something moving across his shoulder. He swatted at whatever it was, but it happened again. A persistent bug, probably.

He scratched at where it was and...

Something curled around his fingers. Like a snake smaller than his pinkie. Cold, and that didn't didn't make sense.

There was more of them, flowing over his hand.

Muzaka smelled blood in the air, the hiss of whispering voices.

He opened his eyes and saw purple oozing from Frankenstein's shoulder to his, connected like spiderwebs.

As he watched, one tendril cut across his skin, but before it or another tendril could bury itself under his skin, the wound healed over.

It did that over and over again and huh, that must have been what had woken him up.

"What are you doing...?" he murmured.

'We want to feed," Dark Spear hissed. Dark Spear, not Frankenstein. Frankenstein was still sleeping, and by his uncreased brow it seemed like he wasn't having nightmares.

So if Dark Spear being busy meant Frankenstein had a good nights sleep, he could keep Dark Spear distracted for a bit.

"I don't think it's working," he said. It was pretty obvious it wasn't. His healing was just too fast.

Dark Spear hissed, the sound like a dying cat and retreated back to Frankenstein. Muzaka eased Frankenstein's top back and peered at his shoulder, but the skin was unmarked, like nothing had happened.

"Nnn?" Frankenstein shifted, his eyes fluttering open.

So much for not disturbing Frankenstein. "Hey."

"What's wrong?" Frankenstein slurred, starting to get up. "Have we been found?"

"Nah," Muzaka said, patting his shoulder. "Just checking how you were doin'."

"Oh." Frankenstein settled down. "Nightmares? No, I wasn't having any, as far as I'm aware."

"Hmm." Good. "So what does Dark Spear eat?"

Frankenstein stiffened. "Why?"

"It was trying to eat me, so I was wonderin' if-"

Frankenstein shot out of bed and span around to stare at him. "It was doing wh-"

"Trying," Muzaka repeated. "It couldn't. My healing was too good. So maybe they get fed, they won't try to eat you as much?" It was worth a try. Would Frankenstein end up with the food, or was Dark Spear completely separate?

"It eats people," Frankenstein hissed.

Hm. "Meat then?"

"That's not-" Frankenstein ran a hand down his face, and Muzaka could see him trembling. "It couldn't eat you?" he asked, his voice soft.

Muzaka stood up and walked over. "Nope."

He wrapped his arms around Frankenstein, rumbling. "Told ya you and Dark Spear wouldn't hurt me."

Frankenstein sagged. "I'm glad..." He stayed there in Muzaka's arms for a few seconds before he looked at him. "Can I see where it tried to eat you?"

Muzaka chuckled as he indicated his shoulder, Frankenstein checking it out instantly. Frankenstein never stopped finding new things to study and research.

* * *

Muzaka bounced on his toes as the area they'd chosen for their spar filled with the scent of blood like a fog. Frankenstein hadn't summoned Dark Spear, but it was skirting the edges of Muzaka's senses already.

"You're that excited?" Frankenstein said, the corners of his mouth twitching.

"Yeah!" Muzaka grinned, flexing his hands. "The last spar was fun - I wanna see what else you can do when you're not holding back."

Frankenstein chuckled, summoning Dark Spear. "Very well."

Rumbling deep in his chest, Muzaka leapt into the spar.

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