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jukeboxhound_backup) wrote2008-07-29 04:17 pm
drabbles: ffvii fusions
The Fallen
Fandoms: FFVII/D.Gray-Man fusion (with a little of Cloud's KH wing for extra fun)
Inspired from Icedark’s fic Ravens and a D.Gray-Man marathon with my lovely canopy_walker.
The Fallen
The General was well-known; he was one of the most powerful exorcists in the Dark Order, had been one longer than most managed to survive. Rumors whispered that he wasn’t all human, that he couldn’t be with those cat-slit eyes and hair that shone with the same unnatural metallic edge as his sword. Most preferred to deal with his shadow…or rather, the only person that had been known to hug the General and survive. The Lieutenant killed the same way that he lived: with a laugh and a smile and a bittersweet heart. Everyone knew that the General was a possessive man, that a slight against the Lieutenant was a slight against the General himself, and as long as people didn’t get too close then everything remained fairly peaceful in the Order’s headquarters.
The Lieutenant and the General both carried their Innocence in their swords. When they returned, the Innocence had spread to a brilliant white angel’s wing on the Lieutenant’s right shoulder and one, black as sin, arching from the General’s back. No one else knew what the nameless boy was capable of, but Innocence draped dark and scaled from the delicate bones of his demon’s wing. The trinity, someone whispered sardonically, and the name stuck; whether it was a holy Trinity or not was a question that remained consciously untouched.
For a long time the boy remained a silent shadow to the two exorcists. It wasn’t until a horde of the Millennium Earl’s demons pinned the Lieutenant under a rain of plague-infected missiles that the boy reacted by flaring his scaly wing, lips pulling back in a fanged snarl—Innocence made his eyes glow as brilliantly as the General’s, turned one of his hands into a great metallic claw that ripped the demons apart. He screamed and he ripped and he reduced every demon and its host to heaps of decaying flesh.
The General had turned directly to the Millennium Earl. His feline pupils contracted sharply and then the clouds overhead thickened, turned black; something dark and viscous dripped from the Masamune like oil over a pearl.
That day was the closest that the Earl had ever come to a second death.
Only the knowledge that there was a possibility of the Lieutenant’s survival kept the General and his shadow from wreaking havoc on more than just the demons. They hovered close over the third exorcist like twisted guardian angels as the doctors worked tirelessly to keep him alive.
You will save him, the General told the doctors mildly, his blond shadow hovering so close that he could reach out and stroke a pale cheek if he so chose. You will save him, or no one will be able to save you.
No one knew what had happened in that year. The Lieutenant and the General had left and returned to the Dark Order with a third part of themselves, one that made the other exorcists wonder if they were dealing with comrades, gods, or something altogether unknown.
Mongrel
Fandoms: FFVII/ The Warrior's Heir
Note: Fusion with the YA fiction book The Warrior Heir by Cinda Williams Chima, although I replaced her ‘Weir stones’ with the Crisis Core ‘mako stones.’ And while her main character was born to wizard-flesh, Cloud’s really more of the hands-on sorcerer type.
Mongrel
“This is Specimen C,” the wizard said disinterestedly. “Stand up, boy.”
The boy slid to his feet obediently.
“He was born to sorcerer-flesh without a mako stone,” Hojo explained, putting his spidery hand on the back of the boy’s neck. A feeling of acid dripped through C’s veins at the touch, but he remained silent.
“Seriously? Is such a thing possible?” A Weir, a magical soul, was always born with one of the many types of mako stones behind their heart, the source of their power. “I know that sorcerers are as common as syphilis, but surely…”
“Sephiroth’s defection and resulting death is unfortunate, but not entirely a loss. In fact I would have never seen this boy’s unique circumstances if he hadn’t been found half-dead along with Specimen Z.”
“While this is all very interesting, Professor,” the wizard president said in a dangerously mild tone, “I fail to see what necessitated my personal visit.”
“He was born to sorcerer-flesh without a mako stone, but he is now a full-fledged warrior.” Hojo bore the faintest traces of smugness.
“What?”
“A simple combination of procedures.” His gloved hand traced the star-shaped scar marring the unmoving boy’s chest, just over the heart. “He now bears the mako stone of a warrior. Sephiroth’s stone, to be specific. I also performed a memory transfer spell with Specimen Z as the source, and Specimen C now also possesses the full experience of another warrior’s lifetime.”
“His body didn’t reject the stone?” President ShinRa asked numbly.
“No.” Hojo frowned faintly. “In fact, his heart took to it almost completely naturally.”
“And the memory transfer didn’t drive him mad?”
The boy was the only one to see the edge in Hojo’s thin smile. “He was never the social kind to begin with, if his records are to be believed. But imagine the possibilities—if the warrior female for AVALANCHE was to be captured, ShinRa would be able to reinstate the breeding program without the inbreeding that failed our last warrior line.” The wizard moved his fingers from the back of C’s neck to his chest, his ribs, the low part of his spine, all the while a fiery trail blazing in the wake of his touch. Hojo’s magic had always felt poisonous, tainted somehow, but C didn’t complain. Couldn’t.
“He is indeed an exquisite specimen, although he’s a bit of a runt. How would he perform in a Tournament?”
“With Sephiroth’s stone and Specimen Z’s memories, he’ll undoubtedly be quite formidable.” Hojo lifted an arm, rotated it experimentally. “He may be a mongrel, but mongrels are often stronger than purebreds. Once the breeding program is set up I anticipate his offspring will usher in a new era of warrior combat. He will ensure that the ShinRa family remains head of the Weir Council.”
“Good.” President ShinRa paced around the specimen with a new gleam of power-lust in his eyes. “I thought that your use may have finally run its course after the Nibelheim incident, but it appears I was wrong. I’ll see to it that your funding and facilities are increased.”
The powerful wizard was too busy examining his new warrior for the Tournament Game to notice the cruelty in his scientist’s arrogance, and raised a hand to cup the boy’s cheek.
“His mother must have been an enchanter. I wonder, Professor, if the boy might be put to…other uses until our warrior-masters take him in for training. It would be a pity to break him so quickly, after all.”
Specimen C stared at the smooth line where the wall met the floor, silent.
Hojo shrugged lightly. “I see no reason why he couldn’t be, once it’s certain that the warrior stone and the memories are kept permanently. He’s ShinRa property, and so long as he can fight and kill and breed then I don’t care what happens to him.”
President ShinRa smiled.
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I love the first one, and the description of everything; the lack of names almost makes it seem like it could fit in better with that universe. And Zack had better make it, or else I imagine Cloud and Sephiroth will rain bloody hell on top of everything and everyone. I'm also sort of reminded of Coyo's Shell Game, which was a Loveless crossover where the three of them all shared the same name. *loves this OT3, so much*
The second one is fascinating, though rather sad because Seph and Zack are dead. And I want Sephiroth's warrior stone and Zack's memories to combine with what's left of Cloud to cause him to kill those bastards. Just, you know, because. *growls at Hojo and ShinRa*
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Yes, I do know. And judging from the usual storylines of kids' fiction, he probably did. >:D