Ok! ok.. ^.-
I'm still working on that FF7 / FF8 Crossover.. and after deliberating and hearing a lot of comments (thanks btw everyone! ^.^), I've decided to do a bit more research before finishing that one up.
Never Forgotten, that Esca fic, is currently muddling about. All the ideas are sitting in my head, but I need to shuffle them around ^.^;;
Anywayz! I could use some help with this one. I don't even have Angel IN the fic just yet, but I could use some nifty Angel / Buffy information from anyone that might be out there. I've tried webpages, but most of them are limited to episode synopses and broken links -.- Any sort of character information regarding Angel (Cordelia and Wesley are sort of not that hard ^.^;;) would be awesome :)
Thanks ahead of time! ^.^
- Disclaimer -
Although I wouldn't mind having an Angel or a Kusanagi of my very own, I don't own any of these characters. Everything below is for entertainment purposes only.
- SPOILER / ADULT LANGUAGE ALERT!! -
Just fyi, Rated R for language. Ending of Blue Seed slightly spoiled.
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"Doctor Hideyoshi!"
An explosion tore through the tiny speakers. An electrical system
fizzled then burst. Metal clattered onto the floor. A woman's fearful,
shrieking pleas were cut off suddenly, and a clumsy thump followed.
"Hideyoshi!" The voice was draped in desperation. "For God's sake,
Ken, pick up the fucking line!"
He hated how they always ravaged his treasured, ancestral name,
accentuating the first two syllables instead of the middle, warping
the "de" into something close to "di." The way they lopped off his
first was even more annoying. Couldn't these lazy Americans add on
one more set of letters? He pressed the red, blinking intercom button,
albeit reluctantly.
"Yes, Mister Williams?" He hid his enthusiasm well underneath a coat
of apathy.
Williams seemed not to notice. "It's out! It fucking GOT OUT. It's
killing everyone! I think I'm the only one left." A man's gurgling
interrupted him. Another similar, but sickeningly wet, thump. Williams
began sobbing. "Please, God, please. Just open the alarm doors. Let
me out."
"I'm afraid I can't do that. It wouldn't be good to let the subject
out as well." A smile crept onto the doctor's face. It was good that
the pudgy scientist couldn't see him.
"Why not? Why. FUCKING. Not?" Williams' voice had taken on an
uncharacteristically high pitched tone. His breathing had turned
ragged. "You've got to have some kind of a failsafe, something to kill
this thing!"
"That had been next on my list, yes."
"No." Hideyoshi could imagine the bulges that made up the fat man's
hand whitening from the lack of blood. "You - you son of a BITCH!"
"Your families will be dutifully notified of your deaths. Be sure that
a generous monetary compensation is heading their way."
"God... Oh fucking Jesus..."
"It has been a great pleasure working with you and yours, despite the
contemptuous looks, and the sushi remarks. You were all quite talented
and intelligent and the experiment has concluded in record time. It is
Kenji, by the way, and not Ken. Ken means something different."
Hideyoshi surmised that the panicked scientist must have dropped the
phone, for the piercing cry that was Williams' last utterance sounded
rather distant. A pity; he had missed a correction Hideyoshi had been
longing to make for months.
The receiver on the other end was suddenly broken, probably eaten
through by the fire that was merrily consuming the lower laboratories.
He'd been very thoughtful to sever the wires that connected to the
automatic sprinkler system, as well as upped the sensitivity of the
thick emergency doors that prevented anyone (or anything) from utilizing
the stairs or the elevator that led out of the bottom floors. However,
the creature within, providing everything had gone well, would require
neither portal to reach its destination.
His smile widened, twisting his handsome face into a grotesquely
malevolant parody of a happy expression. When it entered his office,
he felt it rather than saw it, the unique power it radiated brought
tears of joy to his eyes. In response, a blue light blossomed from
underneath the top few buttons of his laboratory jacket. He fell to his
knees, head bowed in respectful submission.
"Murakumo-sama," he whispered. "Okaeri nasai."
Welcome back.
"Mamoru..."
"Don't call me that. Ever."
"Kusanagi... san."
"...What?"
"Kusanagi-san, it's been five years."
"I know."
"Don't turn away. Look at me. Do you know what happens to people in
five years?"
"What?"
"People change."
He awoke slowly. Almost, just almost, he thought he would turn and
see her lying there, the moonlight glinting off her pale, soft
shoulders, her bare back turned towards him, shuddering with withheld
sobs. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, wrap her beautiful
body in his embrace, but instead he turned away from her, started to
get out of the bed, angry that she'd once again brought up something
he'd been denying for the past year or so.
The clattering of plastic against metal startled him, and he focused
dumbly on the flight attendant who'd been attempting to serve him
dinner. Mushy vegetables now painted the aisle cart and the woman's
chest, although she'd somehow managed to save the overdone chicken
and the plastic covered carrot cake.
"Gomen nasai," I'm sorry, he murmured, belatedly remembering that the
only person that spoke passable Japanese on the plane was the Korean
woman that had been serving drinks earlier.
"S'all right." A co-worker arrived to slop the dripping mess into
an empty tray. "Would you like the fish plate instead?"
She spoke at an insultingly slow pace, and upped her volume several
levels. He grimaced, then nodded. He wasn't deaf, damnit. She
delivered the meal with a painted smile (same cake, same vegetables,
slightly soggy mass that was probably a conglomerate of several
cheap fish), and he devoured it quickly, hoping it would pass by
his taste buds without actually stimulating them. He checked his
neighbour's watch.
Only five hours until they touchdowned in Los Angeles.