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Adult ++
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10
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Restrictions
A/N: First and foremost, thank you very much for the reviews! I appreciate every single one of them!
Second, I think I should probably explain a few things about this story lest you guys think that I’m pulling some of this stuff out of my ass.
Nero is roughly 23 in Dirge of Cerberus (Weiss’s age is unknown) so I’m placing this fic about 10 years before Dirge of Cerberus, and going to finish it shortly after Meteorfall, maybe place an epilogue of sorts right before DoC. I’m guessing that Weiss can’t be much older then his late twenties, maybe earlier thirties in the game, so I’m placing him somewhere between 19-22 or something.
A lot of the stuff that you'll see in this story is taken from the Multiplayer Mode not available in the US. It is NOT a novalization however. It's still fanfiction, but based on facts as well. Here are a couple of images of characters I used/will be using that you don't see while playing DoC.
Argento
http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/962/argentoza4jp4.jpg
Restrictor
http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/6261/restrictorht4sz1.jpg
Usher
http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/6315/usherks1hj8.jpg
;) If you have any questions on what’s fact or fiction, drop me an E-Mail and I'll hook you up with a Multiplayer Mode script. For the record, Nero and Weiss are biological brothers, having shared at least the same mother. Same goes for Weiss's virus. QFT.
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Weiss groaned, opening his eyes halfway to a swirling void of… darkness? What the hell? Grunting at his current predicament, he moved to stand up; only to pause at he felt a small hand nervously push on his shoulder, keeping him from getting up.
Weiss’s eyes snapped open, instantly craning his head backwards to stare at whomever it was that had trapped him. Needless to say he was a bit surprised to find himself being carefully watched by a pair of crimson eyes and a face completely devoid of emotion and half concealed behind soft black hair. He realized that his head was propped in Nero’s lap, one hand on his shoulder, the other gently brushing the hair out of his face.
“… Nero?” he questioned softly, finally remembering what happened. He had been ordered to leave by Hojo, but something had made him…
Hojo had screamed out Nero’s name. He was turning around to see why and…
Blackness. His whole body felt like absolute hell. There was something about this place that tore into him, made his skin burn and his head pound. He didn’t belong here. He needed to get out.
Groaning softly, Weiss tried to stand up yet again, only to have the same hand push a little more harshly on his shoulder. Nero wanted him to stay. He didn’t understand that his physically couldn’t stay here. His body had been engineered to be immaculate, bathed through adolescent in the purest Mako baths to purge any impurities from his body. Being surrounded in such a dark void was wrecking havoc on the lifestream that flowed through his body. He could feel little flames of darkness licking at his skin, burning him and tearing at his flesh.
“Nero,” he groaned again, trying to clear his head and his vision to try and explain to the boy that he couldn’t stay here. Hojo was probably throwing a fit, and the Restrictor was bound to show up sooner and later to make everyone’s life hell.
Nero merely quirked his head in confusion, his eyes shining with fear, sadness and predominantly loneliness. He didn’t understand why Weiss wanted to leave his sanctuary. To him, this is the one place where he was safe, where they couldn’t touch him and hurt him and do all those horrible experiments to him.
It was then that Weiss realized that while the darkness was eating away at him, it was willingly flowing through Nero, as though his body was composed of the same substance.
“I can’t…” Weiss hissed, muscles tensing as he tried to move, realizing that he was being sucked into something and that Nero had no idea. He merely sat there, watching Weiss with confusion, his one hand still resting on his brother’s shoulder, the other playing along the side of his face.
It was a soft touch, gentle and caressing, and Weiss couldn’t even begin to imagine where Nero learned how to be nice. Nice wasn’t a word used commonly in Deepground, let alone practiced. Yet here he was, his head in the lap of his naked madman/brother, letting him stroke his face and his hair while he was silently being consumed by the darkness. Weiss couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. His entire situation was absurd.
“You need… ah… need to let me go.” Weiss murmured, allowing himself to relax into the gentle touches. It helped to ease the growing pain in his body. It was getting harder to breathe anyways, and his vision was beginning to cloud again. Weiss felt his mind slipping away into the darkness…
The hand on his shoulder suddenly snapped back, Nero letting out a soft hiss of surprise as though he had been burned. It hit him with instant realization of what exactly was going on. Weiss was being slowly, painfully consumed and there was nothing he could do about it. He lacked the control, he wasn’t strong enough…
He had to get him out of here now.
--
Hojo was screaming in fury, unable to stop that brat of a boy as he destroyed his precious specimen. Weiss’s body must be kept pure! And if the darkness didn’t kill him, his body would be so contaminated it would take weeks, if not MONTHS to clean out.
“Get Restrictor down here NOW!” he shrieked, watching as the scientists who had been watching in awe jumped and instantly started to scurry around, trying to locate Restrictor in enough time to salvage the experiment.
Hojo fumed at the pane of glass, watching hopelessly as the great cloud of darkness continued to twist and boil and knowing that his two greatest Deepground accomplishments were trapped inside. He grudgingly accepted for the moment there was nothing he could do, and turned his attention to the data he had received.
It seemed his hypothesis was correct. For some currently inexplicable reason, Nero’s vital signs instantly calmed and evened out in the presence of his elder brother. Meanwhile Weiss had actually taken on an almost motherly role, insistent on soothing the boy and then allowing Weiss to touch him.
It was really quite fascinating. Weiss could be as cold and cruel as they came, and there he had kneeled, sputtering nonsense to the boy as he petted him, and Nero, deranged little hell spawn that he was, had willingly accepted it. Deeper insight would show that he actually enjoyed it.
He would have to take this experiment further, that was for sure. He needed to find out exactly why those two brothers had instantly bonded, despite being such complete opposites and having never met before. Perhaps he would finally be able to put their skills to use, instead of having to chain them down here like wild animals. What a waste of science those two brothers could be. That was one thing they shared in common.
“Sir! S-something…!” One of his lab assistants managed to sputter, pointing to adjoining room. Hojo glanced back up, his murky eyes narrowing as he saw the void beginning to dissipate, two forms emerging. He let out an audible sigh of relief. As long as both of his specimens were alive, the experiment could still be salvaged. His reprieve ended as quickly as it began however, as he saw the horrible shape Weiss was in.
Nero was struggling to carry Weiss’s much larger form, with one arm draped over Nero’s boney shoulders, Weiss seemingly unable to stand on his own two feet. Strange lacerations had appeared over his arms, torso and face; as though his skin had been lashed open by a whip. Blood was just beginning to well up in the numerous wounds, so they had to be fresh. As if that wasn’t enough, Hojo saw what appeared to be burn marks accompanying the strange tears, scattered over Weiss’s typical bared torso. Hojo swore vehemently, Nero and his accursed darkness. It wreaked havoc on Weiss’s untainted being, and would take many hours of Mako baths among other things to purge whatever pollution Nero had left.
“You called?” A slight mocking tone implied behind Hojo, causing the scientist to direct his attention elsewhere one again. Hojo’s mouth curled with distaste as he came face to face with Restrictor, or rather the black helm that encompassed his head. Overall, Restrictor, which was his only known name as well as his duty, looked like some sort of medieval knight, dressed head to foot in a thick black armor. As if that wasn’t enough bravado, he even had a cloak that wrapped around his form. Hojo wasn’t a fan of Restrictor, whose foul moods had before killed over many valuable samples, but he was the only one who could control the Tsviets. Hojo sniffed, not making any effort to hide his distaste.
“Get in there, and separate those two.” Hojo sneered, jerking his head toward the direction of the glass. Restrictor looked, his head tilting slightly to the side as he saw the slowly dissolving void of darkness and Nero’s struggling to help Weiss’s abused body, his own frail form unable to hold up Weiss’s much larger body.
“Little problem with your experiment?” He questioned, his voice just shy of mocking. Hojo growled, glaring at Restrictor again.
“I didn’t ask for your opinions, or your insights. I want those two separated and Nero contained before any more damage can be done to Weiss. And I want them alive.” Hojo spat, losing what thin patience he had with this man.
“NOW!” He snapped, turning back to glare at Nero who was carefully lowering Weiss’s body to the ground, obviously in great distress over the shape his brother was in. This helped to lighten Hojo’s mood somewhat as he continued to gather data. At least he’d have much to dwell over while Weiss recovered.
--
Nero kneeled next to Weiss, trembling as he saw the blood trickling out of the many cuts on his body. He had hurt him, he had made this beautiful pure being bleed, and he knew that the man they called Weiss would punish him for it. He didn’t mean to, it was accident, but he had wronged Weiss and he would dutifully stay by and receive his punishment. It’s the least he could do for the man that had touched him without fear, talked to him like an equal, and soothed the aching pain that was always in his chest.
He hadn’t realized, he didn’t know! He would never have taken Weiss into his darkness if he knew he wouldn’t have the power to keep it from consuming him. He thought he could control it, he thought he could keep both of them safe inside his dark sanctuary. But had been wrong, and now this wonderful being was laying lifelessly on the floor, his skin an unhealthy gray pallor, his eyes half lidded and his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
He wished he could help him, that he could ease the pain that he had caused. It had been a terrible struggle to free Weiss from the darkness, but he hadn’t noticed the dark flames burning into his skin, tearing at the perfect flesh. His only concern was to get him out of there, and this was the price for his stupidity.
“Poor little Emperor, afraid of the dark.” A cold tone cut through his terrible anxiety, causing Nero to tear his eyes away from Weiss, to stare at another that was colder and darker then himself.
Nero’s eyes narrowed, unsteadily moving to place himself between Restrictor and Weiss. He knew of this man. He wasn’t sure how but he knew that this black figure was here to harm him, and to possibly harm Weiss, and he wouldn’t allow the latter.
“Endearing.” Was Restrictor’s only reply as he saw the way Nero positioned himself as a pathetic shield before Weiss. Nero’s lips curled back in a silent snarl, gathering his darkness once again around him.
“Your little shadows won’t work on me, boy!” Restrictor roared, launching his assault on Nero’s fragile body. He didn’t care. The Professor said that he wanted the boy alive, not necessarily unharmed. Moving faster then Nero’s eyes could follow, Restrictor slammed his body into the boy’s chest, using strength he didn’t know a human could possess to knock him off his feet and launch him across the room. His body slammed painfully into the far wall, his eyes going wide and his mouth opening in a silent scream of pain, before his body slumped to the floor.
Soundlessly he tried to pull himself to his feet, but only to find that his initially frail body couldn’t take the assault, and he only managed to get into a kneeling position, his entire body crying out in pain with every movement that he made.
“You’ve got spirit little one, and it would give me great pleasure to break it.” Restrictor laughed, walking languidly up to the boy. Nero’s eyes flashed, his eyes beginning to glow dangerously bright as he felt his control over the darkness disappearing, willing it to use his body as a median to just devour everything and everyone. He’d kill this man, this man who had hurt him, who was trying to take him away from Weiss.
Weiss groaned, feeling the shift in the room, as though all the heat and light was being drained out of it. Dazed, he turned his head to the side, his eyes trying to focus on that…!
Restrictor! Weiss’s eyes snapped open, ignoring his body’s plea to lie still, pushing himself up to rest on his elbows. Restrictor was here, but his attention was not on Weiss, but rather on… Weiss swore.
Nero. Poor little boy that he was, glaring up at the Restrictor, body giving of a strange sort of anti-light, that absorbed any and all light around it. He was losing control; he was going to go berserk. He could see the darkness swarming inside of the boy, making him a being of shadows with glowing eyes.
He was going to devour the Restrictor, and kill him in the process.
”There, that wasn’t too bad, now was it?” Hojo sneered, staring down at the little boy who was lying on his examination table; eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back his tears, little hands balled into fists as he clenched his teeth, trying to hold back his cries of pain.
“Do you see that?” Hojo asked, nodding his head towards a screen. The child known as Weiss opened his eyes, blinking back tears as he turned his head to gaze at the monitor. It showed a sample of blood, magnified to show the individual red blood cells, but there was more. Floating among the red cells were little crystal catalysts, pure and clear except for a pinprick of darkness in the very center.
“You see, I’ve engineered your body to be perfect, free of the little flaws that we humans have. Those little gem-like things you see? They contain a fragment of a virus that will kill you within 72 hours of its release. They are carefully preserved, dormant and sealed to keep them from polluting your system. They can be activated by a remote access, which I have given to this man.” Hojo explained.
Weiss moved his head again, his body still feeling too weak and maltreated to make any other movements. He saw standing in a far corner, something like out of a nightmare. A tall black figure with no face, only a metal mask and a metal body.
“He is known as Restrictor. He will ensure that you behave yourself, less he unleash your virus on you. And only I hold the cure.” Hojo said, laughing gleefully. “And I wouldn’t trust to much faith in that either. For you see, I have yet to have a successfully remission of this virus.”
“Be careful little Weiss, that you don’t become to powerful and try to kill either of us. For we hold the keys to not only whatever freedom you have, but your life as well…”
“NO!” Weiss screamed, scrambling to his feet with strength that he didn’t know he possessed. He had to stop them, or he and Nero would both be killed. He rushed towards the two, hell bent on stopping this fight before Restrictor could hurt Nero any more, and before…
“Get away you imbecile before he kills you!” Weiss warned, though he wasn’t sure to which. He didn’t know if he was trying to stop Nero from engulfing Restrictor, and inadvertently killing him as well, or trying to get Restrictor away from Nero, knowing that that monster who called himself a man would crush the little boy without a second glance.
Nero paused, his eyes clearing as he heard Weiss’s ordering for him to stop. He hesitated, struck with a sudden foreboding that he couldn’t explain. Restrictor didn’t pause however. As Weiss reached the two of them, he slammed his elbow backwards, hearing it connect with Weiss’s torso in a sickening crunch.
Weiss didn’t fly backwards like Nero. His eyes went wide, his pupils constricting with pain, the air in his chest being let out in strangled heave, blood flecking his lips as he felt his ribs crushed and his lungs tore.
Choking due to his inability to breathe in, and the blood that was filling the passageways to his lungs, he slowly sank to the floor, one hand reaching up, touching his lips disbelievingly as though he didn’t believe the blood to be there.
Nero let out a sharp cry, darting past Restrictor in an all out effort to reach Weiss, dropping next to him, staring at Weiss with anxious eyes. Weiss stared at him dumbly, coughing as he tried to force the words out.
“Don… Don’t… don’t fight him, Nero don’t.” He sputtered, reaching out with blood stained fingers to hold the boys face, trying to drill into the importance of what he was saying.
“He’ll kill… you… me… he’ll kill…” Weiss gasped, trying to stay focused on Nero’s horrified face. He felt his body giving out, too damaged by Nero’s darkness and Restrictor’s cruel blow to stay conscious. He slumped forward slightly, feeling small hands grasp at his shoulders, trying to keep him upright.
He felt his corners of his mouth twist up in a sardonic smirk. Nero wasn’t all that bad, for a little brother and all…
And then for the second time today, darkness consumed him.
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A/N. ... :3
Oh come on. If you played the game, you know he lives. But this was just a good spot to end it, ok? I PROMISE some sort of smut next chapter, though I still haven't figured out when or how.
But it'll be there. Oooh yes.
Once again, questions/corrections can be emailed to lemonlimecrush@gmail.com
Second, I think I should probably explain a few things about this story lest you guys think that I’m pulling some of this stuff out of my ass.
Nero is roughly 23 in Dirge of Cerberus (Weiss’s age is unknown) so I’m placing this fic about 10 years before Dirge of Cerberus, and going to finish it shortly after Meteorfall, maybe place an epilogue of sorts right before DoC. I’m guessing that Weiss can’t be much older then his late twenties, maybe earlier thirties in the game, so I’m placing him somewhere between 19-22 or something.
A lot of the stuff that you'll see in this story is taken from the Multiplayer Mode not available in the US. It is NOT a novalization however. It's still fanfiction, but based on facts as well. Here are a couple of images of characters I used/will be using that you don't see while playing DoC.
Argento
http://img47.imageshack.us/img47/962/argentoza4jp4.jpg
Restrictor
http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/6261/restrictorht4sz1.jpg
Usher
http://img177.imageshack.us/img177/6315/usherks1hj8.jpg
;) If you have any questions on what’s fact or fiction, drop me an E-Mail and I'll hook you up with a Multiplayer Mode script. For the record, Nero and Weiss are biological brothers, having shared at least the same mother. Same goes for Weiss's virus. QFT.
--
Weiss groaned, opening his eyes halfway to a swirling void of… darkness? What the hell? Grunting at his current predicament, he moved to stand up; only to pause at he felt a small hand nervously push on his shoulder, keeping him from getting up.
Weiss’s eyes snapped open, instantly craning his head backwards to stare at whomever it was that had trapped him. Needless to say he was a bit surprised to find himself being carefully watched by a pair of crimson eyes and a face completely devoid of emotion and half concealed behind soft black hair. He realized that his head was propped in Nero’s lap, one hand on his shoulder, the other gently brushing the hair out of his face.
“… Nero?” he questioned softly, finally remembering what happened. He had been ordered to leave by Hojo, but something had made him…
Hojo had screamed out Nero’s name. He was turning around to see why and…
Blackness. His whole body felt like absolute hell. There was something about this place that tore into him, made his skin burn and his head pound. He didn’t belong here. He needed to get out.
Groaning softly, Weiss tried to stand up yet again, only to have the same hand push a little more harshly on his shoulder. Nero wanted him to stay. He didn’t understand that his physically couldn’t stay here. His body had been engineered to be immaculate, bathed through adolescent in the purest Mako baths to purge any impurities from his body. Being surrounded in such a dark void was wrecking havoc on the lifestream that flowed through his body. He could feel little flames of darkness licking at his skin, burning him and tearing at his flesh.
“Nero,” he groaned again, trying to clear his head and his vision to try and explain to the boy that he couldn’t stay here. Hojo was probably throwing a fit, and the Restrictor was bound to show up sooner and later to make everyone’s life hell.
Nero merely quirked his head in confusion, his eyes shining with fear, sadness and predominantly loneliness. He didn’t understand why Weiss wanted to leave his sanctuary. To him, this is the one place where he was safe, where they couldn’t touch him and hurt him and do all those horrible experiments to him.
It was then that Weiss realized that while the darkness was eating away at him, it was willingly flowing through Nero, as though his body was composed of the same substance.
“I can’t…” Weiss hissed, muscles tensing as he tried to move, realizing that he was being sucked into something and that Nero had no idea. He merely sat there, watching Weiss with confusion, his one hand still resting on his brother’s shoulder, the other playing along the side of his face.
It was a soft touch, gentle and caressing, and Weiss couldn’t even begin to imagine where Nero learned how to be nice. Nice wasn’t a word used commonly in Deepground, let alone practiced. Yet here he was, his head in the lap of his naked madman/brother, letting him stroke his face and his hair while he was silently being consumed by the darkness. Weiss couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. His entire situation was absurd.
“You need… ah… need to let me go.” Weiss murmured, allowing himself to relax into the gentle touches. It helped to ease the growing pain in his body. It was getting harder to breathe anyways, and his vision was beginning to cloud again. Weiss felt his mind slipping away into the darkness…
The hand on his shoulder suddenly snapped back, Nero letting out a soft hiss of surprise as though he had been burned. It hit him with instant realization of what exactly was going on. Weiss was being slowly, painfully consumed and there was nothing he could do about it. He lacked the control, he wasn’t strong enough…
He had to get him out of here now.
--
Hojo was screaming in fury, unable to stop that brat of a boy as he destroyed his precious specimen. Weiss’s body must be kept pure! And if the darkness didn’t kill him, his body would be so contaminated it would take weeks, if not MONTHS to clean out.
“Get Restrictor down here NOW!” he shrieked, watching as the scientists who had been watching in awe jumped and instantly started to scurry around, trying to locate Restrictor in enough time to salvage the experiment.
Hojo fumed at the pane of glass, watching hopelessly as the great cloud of darkness continued to twist and boil and knowing that his two greatest Deepground accomplishments were trapped inside. He grudgingly accepted for the moment there was nothing he could do, and turned his attention to the data he had received.
It seemed his hypothesis was correct. For some currently inexplicable reason, Nero’s vital signs instantly calmed and evened out in the presence of his elder brother. Meanwhile Weiss had actually taken on an almost motherly role, insistent on soothing the boy and then allowing Weiss to touch him.
It was really quite fascinating. Weiss could be as cold and cruel as they came, and there he had kneeled, sputtering nonsense to the boy as he petted him, and Nero, deranged little hell spawn that he was, had willingly accepted it. Deeper insight would show that he actually enjoyed it.
He would have to take this experiment further, that was for sure. He needed to find out exactly why those two brothers had instantly bonded, despite being such complete opposites and having never met before. Perhaps he would finally be able to put their skills to use, instead of having to chain them down here like wild animals. What a waste of science those two brothers could be. That was one thing they shared in common.
“Sir! S-something…!” One of his lab assistants managed to sputter, pointing to adjoining room. Hojo glanced back up, his murky eyes narrowing as he saw the void beginning to dissipate, two forms emerging. He let out an audible sigh of relief. As long as both of his specimens were alive, the experiment could still be salvaged. His reprieve ended as quickly as it began however, as he saw the horrible shape Weiss was in.
Nero was struggling to carry Weiss’s much larger form, with one arm draped over Nero’s boney shoulders, Weiss seemingly unable to stand on his own two feet. Strange lacerations had appeared over his arms, torso and face; as though his skin had been lashed open by a whip. Blood was just beginning to well up in the numerous wounds, so they had to be fresh. As if that wasn’t enough, Hojo saw what appeared to be burn marks accompanying the strange tears, scattered over Weiss’s typical bared torso. Hojo swore vehemently, Nero and his accursed darkness. It wreaked havoc on Weiss’s untainted being, and would take many hours of Mako baths among other things to purge whatever pollution Nero had left.
“You called?” A slight mocking tone implied behind Hojo, causing the scientist to direct his attention elsewhere one again. Hojo’s mouth curled with distaste as he came face to face with Restrictor, or rather the black helm that encompassed his head. Overall, Restrictor, which was his only known name as well as his duty, looked like some sort of medieval knight, dressed head to foot in a thick black armor. As if that wasn’t enough bravado, he even had a cloak that wrapped around his form. Hojo wasn’t a fan of Restrictor, whose foul moods had before killed over many valuable samples, but he was the only one who could control the Tsviets. Hojo sniffed, not making any effort to hide his distaste.
“Get in there, and separate those two.” Hojo sneered, jerking his head toward the direction of the glass. Restrictor looked, his head tilting slightly to the side as he saw the slowly dissolving void of darkness and Nero’s struggling to help Weiss’s abused body, his own frail form unable to hold up Weiss’s much larger body.
“Little problem with your experiment?” He questioned, his voice just shy of mocking. Hojo growled, glaring at Restrictor again.
“I didn’t ask for your opinions, or your insights. I want those two separated and Nero contained before any more damage can be done to Weiss. And I want them alive.” Hojo spat, losing what thin patience he had with this man.
“NOW!” He snapped, turning back to glare at Nero who was carefully lowering Weiss’s body to the ground, obviously in great distress over the shape his brother was in. This helped to lighten Hojo’s mood somewhat as he continued to gather data. At least he’d have much to dwell over while Weiss recovered.
--
Nero kneeled next to Weiss, trembling as he saw the blood trickling out of the many cuts on his body. He had hurt him, he had made this beautiful pure being bleed, and he knew that the man they called Weiss would punish him for it. He didn’t mean to, it was accident, but he had wronged Weiss and he would dutifully stay by and receive his punishment. It’s the least he could do for the man that had touched him without fear, talked to him like an equal, and soothed the aching pain that was always in his chest.
He hadn’t realized, he didn’t know! He would never have taken Weiss into his darkness if he knew he wouldn’t have the power to keep it from consuming him. He thought he could control it, he thought he could keep both of them safe inside his dark sanctuary. But had been wrong, and now this wonderful being was laying lifelessly on the floor, his skin an unhealthy gray pallor, his eyes half lidded and his chest rising and falling in ragged breaths.
He wished he could help him, that he could ease the pain that he had caused. It had been a terrible struggle to free Weiss from the darkness, but he hadn’t noticed the dark flames burning into his skin, tearing at the perfect flesh. His only concern was to get him out of there, and this was the price for his stupidity.
“Poor little Emperor, afraid of the dark.” A cold tone cut through his terrible anxiety, causing Nero to tear his eyes away from Weiss, to stare at another that was colder and darker then himself.
Nero’s eyes narrowed, unsteadily moving to place himself between Restrictor and Weiss. He knew of this man. He wasn’t sure how but he knew that this black figure was here to harm him, and to possibly harm Weiss, and he wouldn’t allow the latter.
“Endearing.” Was Restrictor’s only reply as he saw the way Nero positioned himself as a pathetic shield before Weiss. Nero’s lips curled back in a silent snarl, gathering his darkness once again around him.
“Your little shadows won’t work on me, boy!” Restrictor roared, launching his assault on Nero’s fragile body. He didn’t care. The Professor said that he wanted the boy alive, not necessarily unharmed. Moving faster then Nero’s eyes could follow, Restrictor slammed his body into the boy’s chest, using strength he didn’t know a human could possess to knock him off his feet and launch him across the room. His body slammed painfully into the far wall, his eyes going wide and his mouth opening in a silent scream of pain, before his body slumped to the floor.
Soundlessly he tried to pull himself to his feet, but only to find that his initially frail body couldn’t take the assault, and he only managed to get into a kneeling position, his entire body crying out in pain with every movement that he made.
“You’ve got spirit little one, and it would give me great pleasure to break it.” Restrictor laughed, walking languidly up to the boy. Nero’s eyes flashed, his eyes beginning to glow dangerously bright as he felt his control over the darkness disappearing, willing it to use his body as a median to just devour everything and everyone. He’d kill this man, this man who had hurt him, who was trying to take him away from Weiss.
Weiss groaned, feeling the shift in the room, as though all the heat and light was being drained out of it. Dazed, he turned his head to the side, his eyes trying to focus on that…!
Restrictor! Weiss’s eyes snapped open, ignoring his body’s plea to lie still, pushing himself up to rest on his elbows. Restrictor was here, but his attention was not on Weiss, but rather on… Weiss swore.
Nero. Poor little boy that he was, glaring up at the Restrictor, body giving of a strange sort of anti-light, that absorbed any and all light around it. He was losing control; he was going to go berserk. He could see the darkness swarming inside of the boy, making him a being of shadows with glowing eyes.
He was going to devour the Restrictor, and kill him in the process.
”There, that wasn’t too bad, now was it?” Hojo sneered, staring down at the little boy who was lying on his examination table; eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back his tears, little hands balled into fists as he clenched his teeth, trying to hold back his cries of pain.
“Do you see that?” Hojo asked, nodding his head towards a screen. The child known as Weiss opened his eyes, blinking back tears as he turned his head to gaze at the monitor. It showed a sample of blood, magnified to show the individual red blood cells, but there was more. Floating among the red cells were little crystal catalysts, pure and clear except for a pinprick of darkness in the very center.
“You see, I’ve engineered your body to be perfect, free of the little flaws that we humans have. Those little gem-like things you see? They contain a fragment of a virus that will kill you within 72 hours of its release. They are carefully preserved, dormant and sealed to keep them from polluting your system. They can be activated by a remote access, which I have given to this man.” Hojo explained.
Weiss moved his head again, his body still feeling too weak and maltreated to make any other movements. He saw standing in a far corner, something like out of a nightmare. A tall black figure with no face, only a metal mask and a metal body.
“He is known as Restrictor. He will ensure that you behave yourself, less he unleash your virus on you. And only I hold the cure.” Hojo said, laughing gleefully. “And I wouldn’t trust to much faith in that either. For you see, I have yet to have a successfully remission of this virus.”
“Be careful little Weiss, that you don’t become to powerful and try to kill either of us. For we hold the keys to not only whatever freedom you have, but your life as well…”
“NO!” Weiss screamed, scrambling to his feet with strength that he didn’t know he possessed. He had to stop them, or he and Nero would both be killed. He rushed towards the two, hell bent on stopping this fight before Restrictor could hurt Nero any more, and before…
“Get away you imbecile before he kills you!” Weiss warned, though he wasn’t sure to which. He didn’t know if he was trying to stop Nero from engulfing Restrictor, and inadvertently killing him as well, or trying to get Restrictor away from Nero, knowing that that monster who called himself a man would crush the little boy without a second glance.
Nero paused, his eyes clearing as he heard Weiss’s ordering for him to stop. He hesitated, struck with a sudden foreboding that he couldn’t explain. Restrictor didn’t pause however. As Weiss reached the two of them, he slammed his elbow backwards, hearing it connect with Weiss’s torso in a sickening crunch.
Weiss didn’t fly backwards like Nero. His eyes went wide, his pupils constricting with pain, the air in his chest being let out in strangled heave, blood flecking his lips as he felt his ribs crushed and his lungs tore.
Choking due to his inability to breathe in, and the blood that was filling the passageways to his lungs, he slowly sank to the floor, one hand reaching up, touching his lips disbelievingly as though he didn’t believe the blood to be there.
Nero let out a sharp cry, darting past Restrictor in an all out effort to reach Weiss, dropping next to him, staring at Weiss with anxious eyes. Weiss stared at him dumbly, coughing as he tried to force the words out.
“Don… Don’t… don’t fight him, Nero don’t.” He sputtered, reaching out with blood stained fingers to hold the boys face, trying to drill into the importance of what he was saying.
“He’ll kill… you… me… he’ll kill…” Weiss gasped, trying to stay focused on Nero’s horrified face. He felt his body giving out, too damaged by Nero’s darkness and Restrictor’s cruel blow to stay conscious. He slumped forward slightly, feeling small hands grasp at his shoulders, trying to keep him upright.
He felt his corners of his mouth twist up in a sardonic smirk. Nero wasn’t all that bad, for a little brother and all…
And then for the second time today, darkness consumed him.
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A/N. ... :3
Oh come on. If you played the game, you know he lives. But this was just a good spot to end it, ok? I PROMISE some sort of smut next chapter, though I still haven't figured out when or how.
But it'll be there. Oooh yes.
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