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Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21’s mental defenses were cracked.
Notes: Protect prompt for the Noblesse letsfixit event.
Set after season 1.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 912
Status: Complete
M-21’s mental defenses were cracked. More than cracked - there were areas so thin and barely healed over from previous attacks. It was from someone with noble abilities, but not one with the same finesse who could slip through a person’s defenses leaving them in tact. This had been someone trying to crush M-21’s defenses to get to his mind.
M-21’s emotions were seeping out in waves. Pain, fear, and something Raizel could not identify.
Raizel frowned, gazing at him. M-21’s mind held the faint signature of his friend. Why would M-24 attack him?
The damage had been done though - he would need to fix-
M-21 whirled around, his teeth bared. “Get the fuck out of my head,” he snarled, mentally pushing back against Raizel, fury adding to the impact.
It was not enough to force Raizel out, but Raizel backed off, as that was what M-21 wanted.
M-21’s fury shifted to fear when he realised who he was facing. Dread of what Raizel was going to do to him.
Raizel nodded and left. That was what M-21 had wanted him to do.
M-21 watched him until he was out of sight, his fear and dread not easing.
* * *
Frankenstein was busy in his lab adjusting his current ramen recipe. He turned as soon as Raizel entered, curiosity flowing down their link. “Master? What’s wrong?”
“M-21’s mind had been attacked and he has not recovered,” Raizel said, watching the steam rising from the bowls of ramen.
Frankenstein frowned. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the Union used mind control to keep their agents in line, but I didn’t think they had developed that yet.”
“It was not the Union,” Raizel said. “His friend had attacked his mind.”
“M-24?” Frankenstein hummed. “M-21 had mentioned he and M-24 had sparred once they first discovered their powers.”
“Why would they do that?” Why would they hurt each other when they were friends?
“To practice,” Frankenstein said. “They wouldn’t have known how to control their powers and there was no-one they could trust to teach them how.”
Raizel frowned. He could have helped M-24, but he did not know how much about werewolves. Muzaka had talked about his people, but not how they taught their young.
He did not know how to fully help, but a person with noble abilities had hurt M-21, so it was his responsibility to help him.
“Master?” Raizel turned his attention back to Frankenstein. “I would advise to not mention a lot of the damage was caused by M-24.”
Raizel blinked, not understanding. “He should know.” His friend had attacked him.
“Master…” Frankenstein sighed. “M-21 is grieving for his friend - he would react…rashly if he thought you blamed M-24 for hurting him.”
But it was the truth.
Frankenstein could predict how humans would react far better than he could, so Raizel nodded. “I will try to.”
* * *
Raizel entered the living room, seeing M-21 by the kettle.
M-21 stiffened as soon as he saw Raizel, his mental defenses slamming up. It wasn’t complete, some gaps left open as if M-21 was not aware of them.
Fear spilled from those gaps. Fear of Raizel knowing what he felt and thought. Fear of retribution for snapping at Raizel.
M-21 did not move, but his attention was focused on Raizel and not on what he had been doing.
If he had told M-21 he would not intentionally peer into his mind, that would say he had already looked to know that.
Hm.
M-21 was still not relaxing as Raizel stood there, so he left. When he closed the door, he felt M-21’s relief.
M-21 did not want to be near him, so Raizel would do his best to do that.
* * *
It took a few days for M-21 for M-21 to stop worrying whenever Raizel entered a room. M-21’s mental defenses had healed a little during that time, the holes still there but smaller.
Was that enough time? Raizel approached M-21 as he sat on the sofa. M-21 was aware he was there, apprehensive but not as fearful as he had been.
“Your mental defenses are cracked,” Raizel told him.
M-21 narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips as he tried to strengthen his defenses further.
“I can help show you how to rebuild them,” Raizel said. It had been a long time since he had learned, but it was something noble children were taught to do.
“And you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart,” M-21 muttered.
“It is my duty.”
M-21 paused, studying him. “Your duty.”
Raizel nodded.
“And…that’s it,” M-21 said, disbelief seeping from him. “Because you feel like it.”
Raizel tilted his head, not understanding. “It is my duty.” It was his responsibility to help.
“Hm.” M-21 leaned back on the sofa, hands behind his head. “No.”
No?
“I’m fine as I am,” M-21 said, watching him, ready to run if Raizel lunged at him, but why would he do that to M-21? “I don’t-” want “-need your help.”
But M-21 did. The holes were still there and would continue to stay there without guidance.
Raizel nodded and left the livingroom, M-21 watching him the entire time, still expecting something.
* * *
“M-21 did not want help,” Raizel said, his voice soft.
“That isn’t surprising, Master,” Frankenstein said as he took his labcoat off. “It will take a while before he trusts us, let alone trust us near his mind.”
Hm. Then he would wait until M-21 was ready.
An unsatisfying ending, but there wasn't a long enough time for M-21 to trust them. I might do a part 2, but we'll see.
Summary: M-21’s mental defenses were cracked.
Notes: Protect prompt for the Noblesse letsfixit event.
Set after season 1.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 912
Status: Complete
M-21’s mental defenses were cracked. More than cracked - there were areas so thin and barely healed over from previous attacks. It was from someone with noble abilities, but not one with the same finesse who could slip through a person’s defenses leaving them in tact. This had been someone trying to crush M-21’s defenses to get to his mind.
M-21’s emotions were seeping out in waves. Pain, fear, and something Raizel could not identify.
Raizel frowned, gazing at him. M-21’s mind held the faint signature of his friend. Why would M-24 attack him?
The damage had been done though - he would need to fix-
M-21 whirled around, his teeth bared. “Get the fuck out of my head,” he snarled, mentally pushing back against Raizel, fury adding to the impact.
It was not enough to force Raizel out, but Raizel backed off, as that was what M-21 wanted.
M-21’s fury shifted to fear when he realised who he was facing. Dread of what Raizel was going to do to him.
Raizel nodded and left. That was what M-21 had wanted him to do.
M-21 watched him until he was out of sight, his fear and dread not easing.
Frankenstein was busy in his lab adjusting his current ramen recipe. He turned as soon as Raizel entered, curiosity flowing down their link. “Master? What’s wrong?”
“M-21’s mind had been attacked and he has not recovered,” Raizel said, watching the steam rising from the bowls of ramen.
Frankenstein frowned. “I wouldn’t be surprised if the Union used mind control to keep their agents in line, but I didn’t think they had developed that yet.”
“It was not the Union,” Raizel said. “His friend had attacked his mind.”
“M-24?” Frankenstein hummed. “M-21 had mentioned he and M-24 had sparred once they first discovered their powers.”
“Why would they do that?” Why would they hurt each other when they were friends?
“To practice,” Frankenstein said. “They wouldn’t have known how to control their powers and there was no-one they could trust to teach them how.”
Raizel frowned. He could have helped M-24, but he did not know how much about werewolves. Muzaka had talked about his people, but not how they taught their young.
He did not know how to fully help, but a person with noble abilities had hurt M-21, so it was his responsibility to help him.
“Master?” Raizel turned his attention back to Frankenstein. “I would advise to not mention a lot of the damage was caused by M-24.”
Raizel blinked, not understanding. “He should know.” His friend had attacked him.
“Master…” Frankenstein sighed. “M-21 is grieving for his friend - he would react…rashly if he thought you blamed M-24 for hurting him.”
But it was the truth.
Frankenstein could predict how humans would react far better than he could, so Raizel nodded. “I will try to.”
Raizel entered the living room, seeing M-21 by the kettle.
M-21 stiffened as soon as he saw Raizel, his mental defenses slamming up. It wasn’t complete, some gaps left open as if M-21 was not aware of them.
Fear spilled from those gaps. Fear of Raizel knowing what he felt and thought. Fear of retribution for snapping at Raizel.
M-21 did not move, but his attention was focused on Raizel and not on what he had been doing.
If he had told M-21 he would not intentionally peer into his mind, that would say he had already looked to know that.
Hm.
M-21 was still not relaxing as Raizel stood there, so he left. When he closed the door, he felt M-21’s relief.
M-21 did not want to be near him, so Raizel would do his best to do that.
It took a few days for M-21 for M-21 to stop worrying whenever Raizel entered a room. M-21’s mental defenses had healed a little during that time, the holes still there but smaller.
Was that enough time? Raizel approached M-21 as he sat on the sofa. M-21 was aware he was there, apprehensive but not as fearful as he had been.
“Your mental defenses are cracked,” Raizel told him.
M-21 narrowed his eyes, pursing his lips as he tried to strengthen his defenses further.
“I can help show you how to rebuild them,” Raizel said. It had been a long time since he had learned, but it was something noble children were taught to do.
“And you’re doing this out of the kindness of your heart,” M-21 muttered.
“It is my duty.”
M-21 paused, studying him. “Your duty.”
Raizel nodded.
“And…that’s it,” M-21 said, disbelief seeping from him. “Because you feel like it.”
Raizel tilted his head, not understanding. “It is my duty.” It was his responsibility to help.
“Hm.” M-21 leaned back on the sofa, hands behind his head. “No.”
No?
“I’m fine as I am,” M-21 said, watching him, ready to run if Raizel lunged at him, but why would he do that to M-21? “I don’t-” want “-need your help.”
But M-21 did. The holes were still there and would continue to stay there without guidance.
Raizel nodded and left the livingroom, M-21 watching him the entire time, still expecting something.
“M-21 did not want help,” Raizel said, his voice soft.
“That isn’t surprising, Master,” Frankenstein said as he took his labcoat off. “It will take a while before he trusts us, let alone trust us near his mind.”
Hm. Then he would wait until M-21 was ready.
An unsatisfying ending, but there wasn't a long enough time for M-21 to trust them. I might do a part 2, but we'll see.