Silhouette

I need to send out a very special thanks to Aquila, fellow Oreo devotee and much needed help with this story. She’s the one that made sure that all of Argento’s lines actually made sense, which is no easy feat.

:D And to I_Desire_My_Valentine, my only other reviewer for the last chapter. Thanks a bunch!

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Weiss sat slumped in his throne, brow furrowed as he thought of today’s events. Nero, Argento, Restrictor... all those encounters kept running through his head. Beautiful little Nero, he wondered where he was now...? Weiss hoped he was safe, or at least as far away from harm as possible. There was no such thing as “safe” in Deepground, just a manner of distance between you and harm.

Argento; a new ally and a useful informant. There was also the matter of the two Tsviets that he had yet to meet, whom Argento had described as loose cannons, neither with nor against the others. Weiss smirked. Well, that also meant they weren’t with or against Restrictor either, though how anyone would willing follow that monster was unthinkable. Argento said he would meet them soon enough...

Weiss shifted in his seat, lips pursing slightly as he continued to mull over his thoughts. Argento obviously knew a lot more then she was letting on. It seemed she had freer reign of Deepground then the other Tsviets Weiss had encountered. Could she be trusted? Or was she just feeding him lies to send him into a false sense of security. Just another puzzle to unravel.

Restrictor. Weiss’s scowl deepened, remembering their earlier confrontation. It was true, every word of it. Until Weiss was willing to sacrifice his life, there would be no stopping him, because Restrictor’s death meant his own.

There had to be some way around it, a safeguard, a back up plan. Weiss closed his eyes, contemplating his options. The current Restrictor was chosen for his physical strength and lack of emotional attachments. At Weiss’s current strength and... mind set, it’d be impossible to defeat him in combat. His emotions were a fortitude as well. The only thing Weiss had seen him express was anger, annoyance and disdain. No fear, no sadness, no joy; no emotion that would be easy to exploit. They, whoever they were, had made a cunning selection. There was very little to go around with this Restrictor.

Well then, why don’t we just find a new one? Weiss thought bitterly.

He froze, stunned at the idea that had come to him out of angry resentment. Could they possibly achieve such a feat? Maybe it wasn’t a matter of destroying the current Restrictor, but rather, replacing him. Weiss sat up straighter, eyes still closed in thought. According to Argento, the Restrictors were an entire unit of Soldiers. It made sense, Weiss had seen the replacement of one when he was younger. Of course, he had always assumed they just chose a specific soldier for the role and that was the end of it. He never thought about the existence of more.

It’s possible then that more exist here in Deepground.... That could poise a problem. An easy solution to an untimely death was to have another candidate on stand by just in case. With that train of thought, Weiss had to assume there was at least one other soldier in Deepground who had attained a “Restrictor” level.

If they could some how ferret out the other Restrictor, maybe they could simply replace the current one with another that would be easier to manipulate, or was more sympathetic to their cause.

Weiss frowned, opening his eyes and leaning back in his throne. Too many ifs or perhaps in these thoughts. But it was a start. What Weiss needed was a way to get rid of Restrictor without endangering his own life. If he could find a way around the time release virus...

Weiss smirked, relaxing in his chair at the idea of such a thing. If he could find a way around the time release virus, then Restrictor wouldn’t know what hit him.

All he had to do was wait.

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Nero stared at the small hand gun in his hand, fingers running over the straight lines and cold steel. It was amazing that such a small little item could hold such tremendous power. It had shocked him the first time the recoil had shot through his arm, and the impact that the tiny piece of metal had made on the target so many feet away. It was a dangerous weapon, meant for long range and good eyesight, a steady hand and calculated movements.

Restrictor had chosen well.

Still, it would take time. Restrictor had instructed he intended Nero to dual wield his guns, which took more concentration than Nero was used to when launching his blind assualts. It was hard to learn the same control with both hands when he had predominately used only one.

But it was also fitting in a way. Weiss flawlessly wielded his two swords, so Nero guessed that Restrictor expected the same out of him. He was more suited for the long range that required very little brute strength anyways.

Nero lifted the gun again, aiming it at the far target, firing a single shot. He took his time, carefully aiming and only firing one shot off, following Restrictor’s instructions.

“I have little time for anything less then perfection, and unfortunately that means taking it step by step. You will learn to fire a single shot accurately, because that knowledge is essential if you wish to fire off more shots effectively. You will master the use of one gun before you worry about the other. Perfection Nero, and nothing less.”

And so he watched Nero, making sure that his stance was right, that he was holding the gun correctly. Normally he wouldn’t take such time or consideration when teaching a soldier the basics, but there was something innately pleasurable about teaching the young boy how to kill.

Nero was so careful about it too, despite having a bit of a natural gift. Restrictor remembered how Weiss, though gifted with swords from the start, had very little patience when it came to following directions. He wanted to learn the killing blows before he could even hold the weapon properly.

Restrictor continued to watch, pleased with the progress Nero was already making. His shots were landing increasingly on target and coming at quick succession too. Soon there would be yet another killing machine to keep in check.

“That’s enough for today.” Restrictor spoke up, startling Nero slightly with the sudden sound of his voice. Nero whirled around, watching the man cautiously as he approached. It would be so easy, to lift the gun and fire it, to kill the man. Just like it would be so easy to devour him, torture Restrictor with his own memories...

“Hnn. Don’t even think about it boy.” Restrictor sneered, guessing Nero’s thoughts. Nero glared, hand tightening around the handle of his new weapon. Restrictor paused, quirking his head to the side in mock amusement.

“Do you wish to fight me again?” He asked, voice light yet all the while filled with disdain. Nero narrowed his eyes, but relaxed the hold on his weapon, knowing right now such an attempt would be futile. It would only land him once again in the infirmary, and right now his thoughts were beginning to drift back to Weiss.

Soon, he’d able to see his beloved brother again, and perhaps, pick up with what they had started last night. Nero found himself resisting the urge to blush.

Meanwhile Restrictor watched, noting the subtle emotions that crossed Nero’s face. He was thinking about something he liked, that was apparent. His eyes softened, losing their ruby glare, and a soft smile played at the corner of his lips.

This would bear investigating.

Restrictor moved forward, once again startling Nero and confirming to them both that he had been lost in his thoughts. Nero was quick enough to put the cold mask of indifference back on, but like Weiss, he was too late for it.

... Like Weiss....

Restrictor frowned, getting the inkling that he was overlooking something. Something had put both Nero and Weiss in a good mood today, and he didn’t like it one bit. It was impossible that the two of them had run into each other, but what...?

“Time to head back to your quarters, little Nero.” Restrictor cooed, though his mocking tone was clearly apparent. Nero scowled, handing over his firearm before turning on his heel, beginning to stalk his way to the pitiful room they deemed his.

Restrictor followed. Nero could hear the footsteps behind him, but he refused to turn around and look. He wasn’t afraid of having Restrictor at his back, or at least, he wasn’t going to show it. It still unnerved him, being unable to view the man who made his life a living hell. It made him feel weak and powerless, knowing there would be no way to stop or dodge an impending attack.

However, attacking Nero was far from Restrictor’s mind. He found himself plagued with the thoughts he had experienced previously, eyes inexplicably drawn to the small form with the darkness curling around it, hiding and not hiding everything. It would be so easy, to slam him up against a wall and claim the Sable one, hard and violently...

Restrictor fought to keep his emotions in check. Nero could easily forget himself and unleash his powers, even if in the end it killed Weiss. He’d have to wait, to make sure either the boy had more control, or he had more control over the boy. But when that time came....

Footsteps behind him. Restrictor glanced over his shoulder, seeing the Tsviet Argento approaching. Noticing that she had gained his attention she respectfully approached, bowing her head to show her submission to Restrictor.

“Hnn.” Restrictor grinned. That’s more like it. Argento was rewarded for her collected behavior and cool intellect. She wasn’t beaten and chained like some of the others that constantly fought his rule. Loyalty and obedience were to be rewarded.

“Sir.” She acknowledged, keeping her head bowed but lifting her eyes to seek acknowledgment from Restrictor. With a sharp nod of his head she knew it was alright to continue.

“Dr. Williams needs to speak with you immediately, sir. He has received new instructions from Professor Hojo in regards to the Tsviets and the Deepground project. You are needed in Conference Room 3.” Argento informed.

Restrictor resisted the urge to growl, hating when those petty scientist interfered with his work. They had done their job; they had created a unit of elite soldiers through the interaction of G-Substance, yet still they continued to tinker with their experiments. Every new change meant one more situation Restrictor would have to adapt to.

“Tell them to wait. I’m busy.” Restrictor snapped, making to turn away.

“Sir...” Argento began, gearing herself for the strike that was sure to come. She didn’t have to wait long, as a gauntlet clad arm shot out, smashing her into the nearest wall. She bore the attack silently, lowering her eyes as Restrictor approached.

“What?” Restrictor growled, disliking how Argento had not listened to his instructions.

“Forgive my digression, sir, but I was told that you were to report their immediately, regardless of the situation.” Argento said, lifting her eyes to meet the dark helm once again.

“Professor Hojo wishes to speak with you directly, but is short on time. He said he didn’t care if you were dealing with Weiss himself, he required your presence immediately.” Argento explained, seemingly unfazed by the sudden assault.

“Hnn.” Restrictor responded again, stepping away and allowing Argento to move away from the wall, straightening herself without flinching.

“Escort Nero back to his room. Level Four, Restricted Area. The guard stationed there will allow you to pass.” Restrictor ordered Argento, his attention on Nero.

“You better behave yourself Nero, or you will pay for it tenfold.” He hissed, before leaving to see whatever it was the horrid professor wanted, Argento and Nero remaining silently in his wake.

A few moments passed, with Nero watching Argento warily. He wasn’t exactly sure who or what she was, but the fact that she seemed on decent terms with Restrictor made him wary. She didn’t seem bothered at all, instead bowing her head in polite greeting to Nero.

“My name is Argento the Zilveren. It is a pleasure to meet you, Nero the Sable.” She said quietly, her steely eye watching Nero without any of the usual fear. Nero lifted his head defiantly, showing that he had no intention of behaving himself if he had to.

“You are as defiant as your brother.” Argento observed, a smile hidden in her voice. Nero froze, observing Argento with slightly widened eyes.

“There is no need to be surprised. I have made it my duty to assist Weiss the Immaculate in his strive to free himself from Restictor’s hold.” Argento explained, seeing instantly the disbelief in Nero’s eyes.

“Why I may appear to ally myself with Restrictor, my submission to his wishes has allowed me freer reign of Deepground. It has allowed me greater access to all the knowledge this place holds.” Argento explained, though Nero wasn’t convinced yet.

“Come, we must get you back to your quarters before someone notices that you are here and Restrictor is not.” Argento said, beginning to lead the way towards the lift that would take them back to level four. Nero lips curled back in a sneer, though he followed, curious to what else this Argento had to say.

“You are close to your brother, are you not?” Argento asked suddenly, surprising Nero with the question. Nero shrugged a shoulder, though he felt a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Be careful. Restrictor is beginning to suspect that there is something going on between the two of you, something that requires more than a chance meeting every few months.”

Nero froze, head snapping in Argento’s direction. The corner of Argento’s mouth twitched, threatening to break into a smile.

“It’s easy to trick our eyes into believing something is there when it isn’t, simply because we expect it to be so.”

Nero felt dread flowing into his stomach. She knows!

“Give Restrictor no reason to believe otherwise, Nero the Sable, lest he begin to look closer.” Argento continued, her gaze looking steadily ahead. “He’d be more concerned with the knowledge that you are sharing another’s bed, and not that you are absent from your own.”

Nero truly did blush this time, realizing that Argento knew exactly what was going on. Nero stared, gazing at the strange woman with worry, wondering just how obvious they had been.

“Ignorance is bliss, for most of them. They prefer the idea that you and Weiss have no direct contact, therefore it will be harder for most to see the connection.”

Argento paused, stopping to look Nero directly.

“Restrictor isn’t as blinded however. He has learnt to expect storms in sunshine, and will soon realize that it’s the darkness that gives light its power.”

Nero narrowed his eyes, mulling this over. The darkness that gives light its power? Nero was confused. Argento actually let out a small laugh, continuing forward as she sensed his confusion.

“Let us hope that the sun does not need to set in order for such darkness to exist.”

Nero was truly dumbfounded now. Argento was speaking in riddles, and he wasn’t quite sure he understood them all. There was actually a short urge to pout. He did understand however, that it was a warning.

“So let the darkness grow deep so the light may shine brighter without fear.”

Nero nodded, things beginning to make a little more sense. Simply put, they needed to be careful, and... Nero actually smiled, understanding dawning in his head. Argento was afraid that Weiss would sacrifice himself in order to protect him, and to prevent that from happening, he must be strong. When that happened, he could not only lend his strength to Weiss, but Weiss wouldn’t have to worry about him anymore.

Nero caught Argento’s eyes, making sure that she knew that he understood what she was saying. Argento inclined her head, glad that he understood, and together they continued their trek through Deepground.

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Weiss was pacing. He had been doing so for the past several hours, thinking, plotting, growing excited then frustrated as he tried to figure out a way around Restrictor. Getting rid of him entirely was the best case scenario, but Weiss could not see that happening unless he was willing to sacrifice his own life. And why it may seem as selfish to some, Weiss was quite content to cling to his life, even it meant such a pitiful existence. For now.

The next best option was a replacement. However, this could prove tricky because they would either need a candidate who already knew how to control the time release virus, or they, as in his fellow Tsviets, would have to discover a way on their own, which Weiss guessed would quite daunting.

So now what?

According to Argento, he would need the assistance of all the Tsviets. Easier said then done. He had only encountered each of them once, and according to her, there were some he hadn’t even met yet. That should be his first priority. Next, he needed to figure out a way to keep in contact with all of them without Restrictor discovering them. It was impossible for him to do so, he was too heavily watched. Perhaps Nero could relay the messages? Weiss was hesitant, not wanting to put his little brother into unneeded danger. And if they were caught it would mean an end to their nightly rendezvous.

Weiss continued to pace, smirking at what Argento had told him earlier. The first rain drop eh? More like the first piece of a puzzle. A horrendously long and disorienting puzzle that if the smallest piece were to be out of place would mean his ruin. This was turning out to be quite exciting.

A sudden movement caught his attention and Weiss stopped, recognizing the tell tale darkness that signified Nero’s arrival. Weiss felt suddenly nervous. What should he say, what should he do? His first instinct was to run over their and seize his brother, gathering him in his arms and kissing him silly. But at the same time he felt a sudden awkwardness about the situation. They were lovers now, so what did lovers do when they met?

Weiss cursed softly to himself as Nero’s form finally emerged, his red eyes darting to Weiss almost instantly. Weiss froze, suddenly feeling sheepish. Nero quirked his head in confusion, before starting to walk forward, wondering why Weiss hadn’t greeted him yet.

Weiss’s hands twitched, and he was very tempted to act on impulse and just grab Nero, perhaps throw him on the ground and ravish him like he had done the night before. He was so close!

Nero halted, staring expectantly at Weiss, caught between amusement and annoyance at Weiss’s wide eyed stare. He tilted his head to the other side, wondering when Weiss was going to get a hold of himself and actually say something.

“I... umm....” Weiss stammered, wondering why this was suddenly so difficult. Nero actually let out a soft laugh, thinking he knew exactly why Weiss so nervous. He knew a quick way of remedying it.

Surging forward, Nero did what he been longing to all day, which was to kiss Weiss and renew the taste that had long since faded in his mouth. Weiss seemed to agree with this decision as he instantly kissed back, hands reaching to grab a hold of Nero’s sides, palms running over the fabric of his uniform before coming to rest on his hips. Nero pressed closer, moving his arms to wrap around Weiss’s neck so they’d be out of the way, deepening the kiss as far as he could.
It was Weiss who broke away first, chuckling at how nervous he had been. Next time, he’ll just do what his body tells him too, otherwise Nero would do it first.

“Hello Nero...” Weiss whispered, leaning over so his forehead rested against Nero’s, hands still resting on the young man’s hips. Nero smiled up at snuggling impossibly closer to his brother, eager to continue where they had left off. Weiss was all too happy to comply.

In nearly no time their clothing was discarded, strewn across the throne room and quickly forgotten, their two bodies never pulling apart farther then was needed. Weiss was taking the opportunity to lavish Nero’s neck with kisses, tracing over the bruises which had only faded slightly, loving the way Nero’s fingers were raking through his hair, his head thrown back in silent abandon. Neither could believe they had gone so long without the other’s touch.

“Gods Nero...” Weiss murmured against Nero’s neck, his only response a soft moan. Weiss grinned, pulling Nero with him back to his throne. Nero let out a soft grunt of discontent but followed, not knowing that he was about to take part in one of Weiss’s secret fantasies.

He was satisfied soon enough, as Weiss sat on the edge of his throne, pulling Nero forward so that he was forced to straddle Weiss’s hip, balanced precariously on top his brother. Nero found the devious look on Weiss’s face both exciting and nervous, but had little chance to question as Weiss moved into action yet again.

Their position gave Weiss perfect access to the narrow expanse of Nero’s chest, which he dutifully began to explore with his lips and teeth, hands holding onto Nero’s hips to keep the young boy from moving.

Nero’s back arched, feeling the blood beginning to pump in his nether regions, enjoying the sensation of feeling Weiss harden beneath him as well. He hadn’t intended to come here and initiate something so frenzied, but he wasn’t going to complain. Nero was rather enjoying his position on Weiss’s lap, and how easy it was to keep his finger combed in that wild mane of white hair, feeling Weiss’s powerful thighs beneath his own, and all he had to do was rock forward and he was rewarded with the feel of Weiss’s powerful body against his expanding cock.

Weiss seemed to enjoy such movement as well, and rewarded Nero with well placed nips that were sure to make the boy moan and writhe on top of him. He had a feeling this was going to be quick and dirty, but he was in no mood to complain. Soft, gentle love making could come later, right now Weiss was ready to just bury himself in Nero’s body.

And it wasn’t helping when Nero moaned so wantonly like that.

This wasn’t going to last much longer, then again, in Weiss’s dreams, it never did. It was hard and fast, almost violent in the way he ravished Nero. And it would be so beautiful to watch.

“Nero...” Weiss murmured, lifting a hand to place two fingers on Nero’s lips, hissing as Nero took them into his mouth, knowing what Weiss wanted and sucking dutifully on his fingers, thoroughly coating them with saliva, feeling Weiss’s erection twitch beneath him every time his tongue danced over a sensitive tip. Weiss was tempted to let Nero continue to lavish his fingers with his tongue, but the idea of those fingers preparing Nero was enough for Weiss to tear his hand away from the other’s mouth and quickly position them at Nero’s entrance.

His eyes flicked upwards, just once, catching sight of Nero’s red orbs watching him intently, hazy with passion, lips swollen and moist. Weiss smirked, before plunging one finger inside, loving the way Nero gasped and arch, still a little sore from last night but knowing that was going to be nothing compared to this. Weiss was being brutal in his handling and Nero was loving it, not thinking of tomorrow’s consequences when he was too sore to move and covered with scratches and bite marks. Right now all he could concentrate on was the feeling of Weiss’s questing finger, quickly joined by another as they stretched Nero’s passage with mind blowing precision and passion.

Weiss knew when Nero’s back arched even further and his brother let out a sharp keen that it was almost time, that Nero was feeling the pleasure now and wouldn’t mind the pain. Yet still he continued, loving to watch Nero’s form above him writhe and push harder down on Weiss’s fingers, wondering how it would look and feel when he had his manhood pressed in the tight heat the surrounded his fingers.

Again, Weiss felt his patience and determination wane with such thoughts, and his fingers were hastily removed, hands resting once again on Nero’s thin hips, position Nero above his straining erection.

A devilish grin broke across Weiss’s face as he watched Nero’s thighs tremble, muscles clenching and relaxing in anticipation, the half shuttered eyes gazing down at Weiss, Nero’s own hands moving to rest on Weiss’s shoulders, giving a small nod to show that he was ready and willing.

Weiss began to lower Nero’s body onto himself, groaning and throwing his head back as his own erection became entrenched within Nero, loving the way he could hear Nero’s breath hitch and body tremble.

Weiss knew to be slow at first, gentle as he could manage because if he hurt Nero too much it was going to be noticed. While Nero had lost himself in the heat of passion, Weiss knew better than that and was being as careful as the moaning writhing body on top of him would allow.

He was only half seated when Nero’s patience gave out, for once surpassing Weiss with his urges to continue. Being on top gave Nero a huge advantage when it came to leverage, and it only took a well placed rock of his body for Weiss to hitch and lose his carefully kept control, and Nero let out a heart stopping moan as Weiss was pushed all the way inside of him.

They paused like that for a few moments, Weiss a little stunned and overwhelmed with the sensation of Nero’s body being full sheathed around his cock, feeling the muscle constrict before relaxing, slowly but surely growing accustomed.

Nero had halted as well, trying vainly to catch his breath as the feeling of being one with his brother swept over him once again. Pressed against his chest, legs straining as they straddled Weiss’s body, Nero had to lean forward, pressing his forehead against the top of Weiss’s head, relishing in the soft hair brushed against his hot forehead, breathing deep the scent of Weiss and their arousal.

A minute passed and neither moved, the soft calm before the storm as each body grew accustomed and prepared, Weiss to ravage and Nero to be ravaged. All it took was a slight shifting of Nero’s breath, a slightly sharper breath as Nero felt Weiss’s hip twitch beneath him for Nero to move, hips bucking in order to get Weiss deeper inside of him, wanting that spot to be rediscovered that gave him such pleasure.

It was Weiss’s turn to bite his lip in vain control, his hands squeezing Nero’s waist to leave sister bruises, aiding Nero as his body rocked on top of his, the smaller body quivering with need that matched Weiss’s own. And then he truly began to move, riding Weiss for all that he was worth, and Weiss found him hurrying to match Nero’s speed, hips bucking in time with Nero’s, head moving forward to regain access to Nero’s chest, lips wrapping around a pert nipple and tugging harshly, forcing a sharp cry out of Nero at the new sensation.

Weiss growled, sucking and nipping the tender flesh between his teeth before moving onto the other, quickly giving it the same abusing treatment before he took to leaving kisses and similar bites all over Nero’s chest, leaving angry red marks and teeth indentations where he went.

Nero was loving it. The fierceness as they bodies meshed together, grinding and pumping with utmost abandon, Weiss’s rough treatment exactly what Nero’s body called for, darkness swirling around their figures though neither were afraid, it was just a visible sign of how excited Nero really was.

Weiss continued to lick, nip, and kiss Nero’s chest, as Nero continued to moan and pant, body continuously rocking on top of Weiss, not love making but truly fucking each other, seeking passion and a release for the lust that had been building all day for an event that was seemingly unfinished last night.

Another thrust and Nero was all but wailing, body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, beads dotting his lips as he exerted himself to the fullest, wrapping his arms around Weiss’s neck for support as he drove forward his own needs, knowing from the harsh groans and growls beneath him that Weiss was enjoying himself just as much.

It was too much, all too much and Nero felt himself already nearing completion and quickly tumbled over the edge as he felt Weiss palm his member, pulsing and hard from the treatment his body had already received.

It only took a few pumps of his brother’s hand to bring him to a harsh completion, a sharp cry escaping blue lips as he climaxed, feeling his body tighten and convulse on top of Weiss, needing the support of his big brother to keep him from tumbling to the ground.

Weiss was all too glad to hold on with his free hand, feeling his own release only a few moments away, his body never stopping its thrusts into Nero’s. As the muscles tightened around his member Weiss howled, pushing as far into Nero’s body as he could manage before he spilt his release, chest heaving with heavy breaths as Nero moaned on top of him, continuing to rock his hips and milk Weiss to completion.

The only sounds were that of their heavy breathing, soft moans still heard in the echo of each exhale, bodys saturated in sweat and other evidence of their love making. Weiss found himself chuckling, and slowly eased himself out of Nero’s body, noticing with satisfaction that only a slight wince showed Nero’s discomfort. Still, Weiss knew he was going to be sore in the morning.

Nero collapsed against Weiss, laughing softly as well. It was exactly what he had wanted, to feel the harshness of Weiss inside of him. And they still had the rest of the night ahead of them, to snuggle and cuddle and to listen to the sound of Weiss voice, lulling him into a sense of security he found only here.

“Are all my ‘hellos’ going to be this exhausting?” Weiss murmured into Nero’s hair, feeling the boy smile against his chest. “Hmph, well, I won’t complain...” Weiss continued to tease, loving the soft laughter that washed over him.

It reminded Weiss of last night, when Nero had ‘secretly’ spoke his name. Truthfully, Weiss was half hoping that Nero would be up to such a task again, but it looked like his little brother was content to just rest in his arms.

Weiss was tempted to ask him to, wondering if Nero was willing to speak for his behalf, but too afraid that it would scare his little one away.

“I met an interesting Tsviet today...” Weiss started, falling into his old routine of telling Nero about his day. “She’s.... I dunno... strange. Talks in hints and riddles.... Argento.”

Nero lifted his head, face showing that he recognized the name.

“So you met her too huh? What do you think of her?” Weiss questioned. Nero pondered for a few seconds, before shrugging his shoulders, unsure of what to think of the unique Tsviet. While she had warned Nero to be more cautious around Restrictor, that was no guarantee. She could easily tell Restrictor everything and pretend it was poor precautions on their fault. Or, she could be a priceless source of information.

“Yeah, me neither. She seems to know a lot about what’s going on here, but I don’t know if that’s reason to trust her. She could just be feeding me lies...”

Nero nodded his head in agreement, resting back against Weiss. Weiss chuckled, wrapping his arms around the small form nestled in his lap, holding his dark little brother closer.

This would be worth dying for...

The thought came unbidden to his head, but now that he had thought about it Weiss knew it was true. These events were a vivid reminder of what it meant for him to be alive, and what he was willing to stake to keep it this way.

But with Nero nestled safely in his arms, he realized that if it took dying so that Nero would live, he could do. He would do.

Heaven help the person who tried to take Nero from him.

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It was the absence of warmth that woke him. Weiss had remembered holding Nero wrapped snugly in his arms, murmuring to him softly about who knows what, listening to his little brother’s breath as his heart beat softly, before finally falling asleep himself, a wistful smile on his face.

But Weiss awoke to find himself alone, and all trace of Nero gone. Weiss was immediately irritated, not so much that Nero had left, but that Nero had done so without waking him so he could say goodbye.

Don’t be so selfish... A voice hissed in the back of his head, though Weiss was still tempted to pout. He knew it was dangerous to have Nero sneaking down here to see him, especially since he didn’t know all the details behind it, but still, he wanted Nero solely for himself.

One day, little brother...

It wasn’t so farfetched anymore, the idea of breaking free of this prison. He had allies now, strong ones, intelligent ones, and soon he’d become the true ruler of Deepground. And when he did...

Weiss’s grin was down right lecherous. For the longest time his dreams of freedom involved grassy plains and a warm sun, escaping to a world where battle wasn’t his every waking moment. But now, all he wanted was Nero, even if it meant staying down here for the rest of his existence.

Still grinning, Weiss stood up, quickly redressing himself before stretching, listening to his vertebrae crack with satisfaction. It was strange, this feeling of contentment. For the first time since he became truly aware of his existence, Weiss felt happy.

That was, until a sudden explosion threw him off his feet.

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“... Should we poke him?”

“....”

“I think we should poke him. Or kick him, hey, I’m all up for kicking.”

“....”

“... Is that you’re way of saying ‘No Indigo, we’re just going to sit on our asses and wait?”

“.... You could say that.”

“Well fuck.”

Weiss groaned, eyes flickering open as he tried to make sense of what was going on. He remembered some sort of explosion, and some nonsensical conver....

“IT’S ALIVE!”

Weiss was instantly on his feet, ignoring the sudden vertigo and the sticky feeling of blood as he dropped into a defensive stance, wondering who the hell was in his throne room and why.

It took a second for his eyes to adjust, his throne room brighter then it should have been, a tell tale sign that something was up. His eyes flickered around his domain, searching for the intruders before his eyes came to rest on two figures by his throne. Or rather, lounging by it. One of them was actually sitting in it, slouched down with his legs splayed out, one foot tapping impatiently. The other was leaning against the side, looking much more poised with their arms crossed and head held high.

“Well isn’t he a big ol’ bastard.” The one in his throne muttered, identifying it as the annoying male who was already pissing Weiss off. The other one must be his female companion, though it was impossible to clearly discern their figures do to the blinding glare and deep shadows that hid them.

Scowling, Weiss wiped his brow, wincing at the warm blood from a gash on his forehead that had resulted from his fall. Straightening up, he walked forward, eyes narrowing as he was finally able to get a good look at the two intruders.

Weiss recognized them instantly as Tsviets, due to the abnormal color of their eyes and hair. He guessed these were the two “loose canons” Argento had warned him about. Indigo and Viridis, if memory served.

The male, whom he knew to be Indigo had short, disheveled hair, a curious shade that was neither blue nor purple. His eyes however were bi-colored, one being a clear crystal blue, the other purple. Pale skinned and short, he had a slightly stocky build with compact muscles. For some reason Weiss was given the impression of a coiled spring. He was grinning like a Cheshire cat, a look that effectively said he was up to no good.

The other was distinctly different, taller, slender and graceful looking, with almond shaped emerald eyes, long dark green hair and a golden complexion. In comparison she looked like the no nonsense type, eyes cold and calculating, though the shadow of a sardonic smile was on her lips.

Indigo was wearing the traditional Deepground uniform, though Weiss could tell the color had been changed to a more... well, indigo hue. Viridis however had a strange, form fitting top, with a high collar and long sleeves, making her look rather... exotic, if that was the right word.

Overall, Weiss thought the pair looked ridiculous together.

“What do you want?” Weiss growled out, getting the feeling that this whole situation was entirely planned out between the two of them. His temper only worsened as Indigo gave a sharp gasp, hand reaching to cover his open mouth in mock indignation.

“Why, what lack of manners our striking Emperor has. Dear me Vir’, I don’t think I can work under these conditions.” Indigo said, still trying to looking painfully affronted. “Didn’t even introduce himself, and after we went through all this trouble to meet him.”

Weiss’s scowl deepened. That confirmed that his suspicions were right. This was the fault of these two.

“I mean, seriously, you know how hard it was to create an explosion that big without getting caught? I mean, we had to throw off the cameras, the sensors, totally disrupt the communications....” Indigo began ticking the things off on his fingers.

“Of course, there’s the backup system, and we had to get rid of that too, then sneak down here without getting caught, and then wait patiently for your ass to get up...”

“Indigo....”

“What? I’m just saying that we put a whole lot of work into this operation and Weiss here doesn’t show us an ounce of gratitude!”

Weiss wanted to punch the... boy, Indigo in the face. He got enough sarcasm and taunting from Restrictor, he didn’t need this asshole to start to.

“You already know who I am, so don’t act so distraught over missed introductions.” Weiss sneered, though it didn’t silence Indigo for long.

“Yes, but, we didn’t get introduce our-“

“Indigo and Viridis.” Weiss cut him off, eyes flickering from Indigo to his emerald companion. That seemed to effectively shut him up.

“Argento has told you of us then.” Viridis said. It wasn’t a question. Weiss quirked an eyebrow, wondering Viridis was another one of those silent but all knowing types.

“In a manner of speaking.” Weiss said, deciding that regardless of her choice in companions, he was inclined to like Viridis for her composure regardless.

“In a manner of speaking?” Viridis questioned, her own eyebrow lifting at Weiss’s response. Indigo snorted, shifting his position into an even messier sprawl of limbs.

“That riddle spouting whore. Every time I talk to her she just gives me a headache.” He complained, rolling his eyes to exaggerate his point. Weiss felt something in his forehead twitch. Viridis seemed unfazed, shrugging her shoulders as though she didn’t care, which only seemed to set Indigo off more.

“Puh-lease. She words things so no matter what the outcome, she was right.” Indigo sneered, obviously not a fan of the silver Tsviet. “She doesn’t trust nor like us, so why the hell should I trust or like her!” He concluded, slouching even further. By now, he was almost laying down.

Weiss frowned, wondering if this was why Argento had called the two of them loose cannons. Was it simply because she was at odds with them?

“Look, I don’t give a rat’s ass what you two think about Argento. I only want to know why you went through all this trouble to meet me.” Weiss said, trying to get them both on track.

“Viridis here has a crush on you.” Indigo stated matter of factly. Weiss grinned as Indigo was slapped upside the head by said female.

“Ouch! Woman, what the hell?!” Indigo growled, before his anger evaporated from the look Viridis was giving him.

“Oh fine, whatever, I’ll behave. You tell him then.” He pouted, purposely exaggerating his lower lip. Viridis sighed, before turning her attention to Weiss.

“It was brought to our attention that Deepground is beginning to divide into two factions; those who support Restrictor’s rule, and those who don’t.” She began to calmly explain, instantly grabbing Weiss’s attention.

“While the most of the soldiers that comprise Deepground were unwilling victims, the vast majority of them side with Restrictor out of fear or desire for power.”

“However, especially among the true Tsviets, there is civil unrest. Many of them desire freedom from Restrictor’s tyrannical hold, and to escape from Deepground.”

Weiss frowned, something not right about Viridis’s use of words.

“Them?” He questioned, wondering if this included Indigo and her. Viridis smiled, tilting her head to the side as she continued.

“Indigo and I are neither for nor against. We have decided to wait and see which way the battle is likely to go before throwing our lots in.” She explained. Weiss sneered, feeling disdain for both of the Tsviets now.

“Seems rather cowardly to me.” He said, watching the flash of anger that crossed Viridis’s face.

“Fools rush in where angels fear to tread. I will not sacrifice my life for a lost cause.” She retorted.

“... Hey, wasn’t that one of Argento’s lines? ‘Fools rush in....’?” Indigo asked suddenly, easing the anger off of Viridis’s face. Weiss was beginning to see the dynamic between the two of them. He got the impression that Indigo was loud and impulsive, emotions fast and fleeting. Viridis was the calm and stable one, if not somewhat cold and cynical. Each made up for the others faults.

“As I was saying. Before Indigo and I make a decision, we wanted to make an informed one.” Viridis said, a hint of smile playing across her face. Weiss suddenly had a bad feeling, watching Indigo’s position shift in Weiss’s throne.

“Which meant meeting me.” Weiss finished, careful to keep watch on the two of them. They seemed like the type to stab friends in the back in order to get what they wanted. This was cause for concern, as Weiss hardly considered himself one of their friends.

“Correct. If this rebellion is to occur, we want to make sure we’re on the winning side when it ends. As a result, we needed to know who are enemies and allies could be.” Viridis concluded. Weiss growled. He had enough of this two. He disagreed with Argento’s reasoning of the two, deciding that they weren’t loose cannons. They were cowards, with nothing to believe in and no reason to fight.

“Well, here I am.” Weiss sneered, clearly showing his distaste for the two of them. Viridis seemed to find this amusing, as though she had expected this kind of response. Indigo however, was beginning to look a little peeved.

“Listen here, high and mighty Weiss.” Weiss’s name came out like a swearword. “I really don’t give a shit who rules Deepground, because chances are I’m going to die down here regardless. I just don’t want to end up like you, chained like a dog for disobeying my superiors.” Indigo spat, moving to his feet in a motion quicker then Weiss expected. Not that Weiss really cared, he was more concerned with being called a chained animal.

“I’d rather be a chained dog then a trained mongrel. Superiors? You sound like you’d prefer groveling at Restrictor’s feet.” Weiss shot back, trying to see if Indigo’s apparent neutral allegiance was just a front. Viridis sighed, wondering who things could’ve have spiraled out of control so quickly. Oh well, it was better to let Indigo get it out of his system. For some reason, her companion had been itching to pick a fight with Weiss for a long time, and Weiss was all too easy to get fired up.

“I grovel to no one, Emperor. I don’t grovel before Restrictor, and I’ll be dead before I grovel before YOU!”

Here it comes... Viridis thought, watching the heightened glow in Indigo’s eyes.
A bright flash of light was all the warning Weiss got, his battle instincts flaring into life as Indigo struck, appearing out of no where with his fist raised. Weiss’s arms shot up into a block, but the blow still sent him skidding backwards, the force much more then he had anticipated. Weiss grinned. It had been a while since he had engaged in hand to hand combat.

“Is that all you’ve got?” Weiss cajoled, beckoning with one hand for Indigo to try that again. Indigo sneered, nimbly dancing back and forth on his feet, hands raised in a boxer’s stance. “Don’t you know any more tricks?”

Another flash and Indigo was upon him, fist already descending on Weiss. Weiss growled, disoriented by the speed of the movements, but not enough for him to be taken so easily. His own hand came up to grab Indigo’s fist, stopping his movement. Weiss opened his mouth to gloat, but instead gaped as Indigo used this as leverage his body into a somersault, right heel poised to come crashing down on Weiss’s head. Swearing Weiss released his hold, darting backwards and watching as Indigo changed the angle of his drop, feet barely touching the floor before he arched into a back flip, pausing for less then a second before the bright light flashed again. The next thing that registered in Weiss’s head was the snap kick to the side of his face, sending his head snapping backwards before he was downright pummeled with fists.

Weiss’s brain couldn’t keep up. Indigo kept pulling that disappearing into the light trick that left Weiss wondering when he was going to reappear. All Weiss could do was try and avoid the attacks and try and guess when he’d show up next.

Viridis watched, smirking as she watched Indigo fight. She knew what was going through Weiss’s head. To those who had never fought Indigo before, it appeared as though he was disappearing and reappearing at close proximity, fazing in and out at his own whim. But Viridis knew this wasn’t the case.

He was better known as the “Indigo Lightening” with his opponents. That flash of light was simply a surge of his power, leaving a ghostly visage the color of electric indigo in his wake, as he moved at his full speed. He wasn’t transporting anywhere; he was simply fast.

It’s what made him a keen martial artist, skilled with both his hands and feet in combat. His whole body became his weapon, hands, knees, feet, elbows... an acrobatic fighter that could twist and turn, dancing around his opponent leaving them confused and disoriented.

In those few moments of thought Weiss was already sporting a bloody lip and a cracked rib. Viridis knew that he had fought the “Crimson Impact”, but Rosso wasn’t nearly as skilled with movement as Indigo was.

Weiss was growing furious with this battle. How could he fight an opponent he couldn’t even see coming? He was left using all his energy to simply avoid the attacks, leaving him no room to attack.

He was getting pissed. He wasn’t the Immaculate Emperor for nothing; he wasn’t going to lose to this boy. And there was nothing holding him back from gutting him.
Weiss felt his strength surge through him, his own body beginning to emit a white aura, causing Indigo to stop.

“Finally getting serious on me?” He mocked, this time motioning Weiss to come. Weiss sneered, calling on a power he rarely used. His body seemed to split into three, creating identical copies of his form, before dashing forward for the assault.

He saw it this time, the glow in Indigo’s eyes before the flash of light, felt the brush of air as he moved out of Weiss’s reach. So he was just fast. Fast he could deal with, now that he knew that Indigo was simply moving too fast for his eyes to register. It greatly limited the range of movement Weiss had been expecting, guessing that his movements had to be mostly linear when going at such a high velocity. Which meant the next time he came…

A flash and Weiss struck, not waiting for his eyes to catch sight of Indigo, simply going on where his intuition told him he would be. The ploy worked, and it was Weiss’s turn to land a blow, fist slamming into Indigo’s head and sending the body flying backwards, into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Viridis’s brows furrowed, surprised by the sudden change in events. Indigo relied on speed and stamina to defeat his opponents, not brute strength. While he was capable of landing blow after blow, it was their collective strength that gave Indigo his power. Weiss however was a power house, able to knock people off their feet in a single blow, where the most Indigo had accomplished was skidding backwards. He had caught on remarkably quick.

Indigo dragged himself to his feet, looking with stunned disbelief at the blood oozing from his nose. It looks like not only had Weiss figured him out, but also the easiest way to counter his attacks. It wasn’t about attacking where he was, but rather, where he would be.

The only other one capable of this was Restrictor.

“You’re going to pay for that...” Indigo hissed, voice with a slight nasal tone to them, eyes narrowed in pure rage. Weiss smirked, his confidence back now. He knew that Indigo was the one doubting his abilities now.

Indigo struck. He wouldn’t be beaten, he couldn’t. It would mean that Viridis was wrong, and Restrictor was indeed more powerful than Weiss. Why then? Why was Weiss so easily controlled?! Fueled by his confusion and anger Indigo surged forward, watching as Weiss did the same, intent on meeting him head on.

THWANG!

The sound of fists hitting metal resounded throughout the throne room, immediately halting the fight. Both combatants had been prevented from hitting each other by the appearance of a large silver sword and its wielder.

Weiss stepped back, looking at Argento with curiousity. Well wasn’t that a surprising show of strength. She had halted both his and Indigo’s attack by merely putting her sword in their path. The silver Tsviet even looked for the most part unfazed, though a frown tugged at the corner of her lips.

“Enough.” She stated firmly, looking at both Weiss and Indigo. Indigo sneered, hoping backwards and falling back into his fighting poise.

“Whattsa matter Argento? Don’t be such a spoil sport, we were just getting warmed up.” Indigo said, bent on finishing his fight. Weiss, for once, agreed.

“Do you think that little stunt of yours would go unnoticed?” Argento snapped, turning her attention solely on Indigo.

“Restrictor is not a fool. He immediately noticed the two of you missing from your quarters. It’s only a matter of time before his search brings him here.” Argento informed. Weiss scowled, knowing that he’d end up being blamed for this mess.

“Eh, no problem. Just say me and Vir’, in our sworn duty, went to make sure that precious Weiss wasn’t hurt. We found him trying to escape and I beat the snot out of him.” Indigo said. Weiss snorted.

“Coming from the one with blood streaming down his face, it looks like I beat the living shit out of you.” Weiss retorted, glad that his busted lip left only a thin trickle of blood. Indigo scowled, looking ready to pounce yet again.

“While this display of masculinity may be amusing to you both, each second and the shadow draws nearer.” Argento said. Weiss translated that as Restrictor was actually on his way here.

“Don’t worry Argento, we can take care of ourselves. Unlike Weiss, we don’t need you hold our hands.” Viridis spoke, moving for the first time from her position next to Weiss’s throne. She walked forward to stand beside Indigo, clearly disappointed that the fight had been allowed to stop.

Argento’s eyes narrowed but she kept her cool, knowing that Viridis and Indigo were not to be taken seriously. She disliked them as much as they disliked her.

“So be it. I trust you are strong enough to take your fates into your own hands. Let us hope you will be the only ones held accountable for your actions.” Argento replied coldy, before turning around and leaving. The room lapsed into silence as she departed, the other three watching her left.

“Um....what?” Indigo finally spoke up, clearly confused by Argento’s words. Weiss grinned. It looked like Indigo wasn’t lying when he said he couldn’t make out what Argento was saying.

“She means that I’m going to get into as much trouble as you are.” Weiss translated, watching as Indigo tried to see if that’s what she had really said.

“Regardless,” Viridis spoke up, eyeing Weiss with renewed interest, “I think we have learnt enough for today. You certainly have skill, Emperor.” Viridis said, a soft smile on her face. Weiss’s eyes narrowed, wondering what was going on in her head. They both ignored Indigo’s disapproving “tch”.

“We shall be off then, before we cause you any more unneeded aggravation.” Viridis said, following Argento’s path out of the throne room.

Indigo gave Weiss another looking over, obviously coming to his own conclusion on what he though about the Emperor. Weiss smirked, lifting his head higher to grin mockingly at Indigo. Indigo sneered in return, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he moved forward.

“Looking forward to round two...” He muttered, coming to mutual agreement with Weiss that this clearly wasn’t over. “Until then... toodles.”

Increasing his pace to match up with Viridis, Weiss watched silently as the two left.
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A/N: Ok! So I’ve doubled checked to make sure I no editing crap has been left over. Chapter X is already in progress, and should be up early next week, depending on when I finish writing it and how long it takes for it to be Beta read.

And no, I haven’t forgotten about TD either, it’s just a tad bit different writing that one. I do plan to finish it sooner or later.

Until then… toodles!