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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Muzaka likes to ask Frankenstein to fight him, even though he knows he won't get a reply.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein
Notes: Not part of the Gaining Strength verse. AU where Frankenstein and Muzaka meet and start travelling together.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 745
Status: Complete
Muzaka liked to ask Frankenstein to fight him, even though he knew he wouldn't get a reply. "Hey," Muzaka said, resting a hand on Frankenstein's shoulder as he cooked, "do you wanna fight?"
"Hmm, not right now," Frankenstein said, stirring the pot. "Can you try this first? I'm not sure if it's to your tastes." Frankenstein held out the spoon he used to stir the pot.
Muzaka tasted it, and even as he wrinkled his nose, Frankenstein hummed. "I'll see if I can adjust it."
"You don't hafta," Muzaka said, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "I'm not gonna die if I don't like the food."
"On the contrary," Frankenstein said, his tone wry, "there may be something I am able to eat, yet has an adverse reaction with you."
"Still won't die from it though," Muzaka said, sniffing at the bubbling stew. "Doesn't smell like it has anythin' that'll make me ill." He would have noticed the smell before he even tried testing it.
"I'll see what I can do."
"I did pass by somethin' that'll make it taste nicer," Muzaka said, eyes drifting as he tried to remember where he'd seen it. "I'll be back in a bit."
It wouldn't take him too long to find it.
*
Muzaka didn't mind asking Frankenstein to spar and getting rebuffed. Frankenstein didn't seem annoyed and...
Well, Muzaka had no idea what humans did to show they were interested in each other. He should find that out; maybe then he would know if Frankenstein was interested in him. He sighed as he continued searching for the specific plant.
He found one quickly enough, and he jogged back to make sure Frankenstein wouldn't have to wait.
Except Frankenstein was just outside the camp to greet him when Muzaka arrived. That was weird. Had something happened? Muzaka couldn't smell blood or disturbed earth, so there hadn't been a fight while he'd been away.
"Hey," Muzaka said as he approached Frankenstein, "what's-"
Frankenstein lashed out with a hand, grabbing a fistful of Muzaka's collar and slammed Muzaka's back against a tree. It wasn't hard enough to wind him, just enough to surprise him, and Muzaka stilled when he felt cold metal against his throat. He could smell the chicken Frankenstein had been cutting it with, even if the knife was still damp from being cleaned.
Frankenstein leaned in, his eyes half-lidded as he purred, "Fight me?" against Muzaka's lips.
Muzaka stared at him, barely breathing. But. Frankenstein hadn't been interested. Why was he-?
After a few heartbeats, Frankenstein blinked, his expression clearing as he leaned back, removing the knife from Muzaka's neck. "Did I do it wrong?"
"Wrong?" Muzaka repeated. "You did it right. I just thought you weren't interested in fightin'."
At that, Frankenstein huffed. "If I weren't, I would have told you."
...Oh. That made sense. Frankenstein was usually pretty clear about how he felt and what he thought. "You kept sayin' no, so I thought you didn't want to."
Frankenstein's expression turned amused. "You always seemed to ask me when I was in the middle of something that I couldn't stop doing."
"Well, yeah," Muzaka said, scratching his head, "'cause you're always busy. You start researchin' as soon as you finish breakfast, or wake up, and then you keep goin' until you go to sleep. The only time you take a break is when you're sleepin'." And he wasn't going to stop Frankenstein doing that just for a fight, no matter how much he wanted to.
Frankenstein opened his mouth, then paused. "Hm... I see your point. I suppose I should take more frequent breaks..."
"Your brain needs as much rest as it can get, with how hard you work it, heh," Muzaka said, a small grin growing on his face, hope curling up in his heart. Did that mean...?
Frankenstein nodded, a smirk mirroring Muzaka's own. "I've taken the stew off the fire for now, though you may want to add what you found to it first."
"Hmm." Muzaka peered into the camp, and then lobbed the plant so that it landed next to the pot. "I can do that later." It would take time to prepare and taste test, and he wanted to fight now.
"Well then," Frankenstein said, adjusting his grip on his knife, his smirk just as sharp, "shall we?"
Rumbling deep in his chest with anticipation, Muzaka nodded once as he threw off his jacket, and a heartbeat later, the spar began.
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Summary: Muzaka likes to ask Frankenstein to fight him, even though he knows he won't get a reply.
Contains: Muzaka/Frankenstein
Notes: Not part of the Gaining Strength verse. AU where Frankenstein and Muzaka meet and start travelling together.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 745
Status: Complete
Muzaka liked to ask Frankenstein to fight him, even though he knew he wouldn't get a reply. "Hey," Muzaka said, resting a hand on Frankenstein's shoulder as he cooked, "do you wanna fight?"
"Hmm, not right now," Frankenstein said, stirring the pot. "Can you try this first? I'm not sure if it's to your tastes." Frankenstein held out the spoon he used to stir the pot.
Muzaka tasted it, and even as he wrinkled his nose, Frankenstein hummed. "I'll see if I can adjust it."
"You don't hafta," Muzaka said, lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "I'm not gonna die if I don't like the food."
"On the contrary," Frankenstein said, his tone wry, "there may be something I am able to eat, yet has an adverse reaction with you."
"Still won't die from it though," Muzaka said, sniffing at the bubbling stew. "Doesn't smell like it has anythin' that'll make me ill." He would have noticed the smell before he even tried testing it.
"I'll see what I can do."
"I did pass by somethin' that'll make it taste nicer," Muzaka said, eyes drifting as he tried to remember where he'd seen it. "I'll be back in a bit."
It wouldn't take him too long to find it.
Muzaka didn't mind asking Frankenstein to spar and getting rebuffed. Frankenstein didn't seem annoyed and...
Well, Muzaka had no idea what humans did to show they were interested in each other. He should find that out; maybe then he would know if Frankenstein was interested in him. He sighed as he continued searching for the specific plant.
He found one quickly enough, and he jogged back to make sure Frankenstein wouldn't have to wait.
Except Frankenstein was just outside the camp to greet him when Muzaka arrived. That was weird. Had something happened? Muzaka couldn't smell blood or disturbed earth, so there hadn't been a fight while he'd been away.
"Hey," Muzaka said as he approached Frankenstein, "what's-"
Frankenstein lashed out with a hand, grabbing a fistful of Muzaka's collar and slammed Muzaka's back against a tree. It wasn't hard enough to wind him, just enough to surprise him, and Muzaka stilled when he felt cold metal against his throat. He could smell the chicken Frankenstein had been cutting it with, even if the knife was still damp from being cleaned.
Frankenstein leaned in, his eyes half-lidded as he purred, "Fight me?" against Muzaka's lips.
Muzaka stared at him, barely breathing. But. Frankenstein hadn't been interested. Why was he-?
After a few heartbeats, Frankenstein blinked, his expression clearing as he leaned back, removing the knife from Muzaka's neck. "Did I do it wrong?"
"Wrong?" Muzaka repeated. "You did it right. I just thought you weren't interested in fightin'."
At that, Frankenstein huffed. "If I weren't, I would have told you."
...Oh. That made sense. Frankenstein was usually pretty clear about how he felt and what he thought. "You kept sayin' no, so I thought you didn't want to."
Frankenstein's expression turned amused. "You always seemed to ask me when I was in the middle of something that I couldn't stop doing."
"Well, yeah," Muzaka said, scratching his head, "'cause you're always busy. You start researchin' as soon as you finish breakfast, or wake up, and then you keep goin' until you go to sleep. The only time you take a break is when you're sleepin'." And he wasn't going to stop Frankenstein doing that just for a fight, no matter how much he wanted to.
Frankenstein opened his mouth, then paused. "Hm... I see your point. I suppose I should take more frequent breaks..."
"Your brain needs as much rest as it can get, with how hard you work it, heh," Muzaka said, a small grin growing on his face, hope curling up in his heart. Did that mean...?
Frankenstein nodded, a smirk mirroring Muzaka's own. "I've taken the stew off the fire for now, though you may want to add what you found to it first."
"Hmm." Muzaka peered into the camp, and then lobbed the plant so that it landed next to the pot. "I can do that later." It would take time to prepare and taste test, and he wanted to fight now.
"Well then," Frankenstein said, adjusting his grip on his knife, his smirk just as sharp, "shall we?"
Rumbling deep in his chest with anticipation, Muzaka nodded once as he threw off his jacket, and a heartbeat later, the spar began.
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