[Ongoing] Dréd-Son - Chapter 34: Tell me who I am
Title: Dréd-Son - Chapter 34: Tell me who I am
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates
Pairings/Characters: Kis-My-Ft2 (8 People) - in this chapter: Kitayama, Nikaido, Senga, Yara
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fighting, dark themes...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A. The AU is mine though as well as aymagun's.
A/N: Still hoping to finish this within the year. Doing my best!
Summary: It's called the 'gift' or 'soul' by most. A strange, mysterious force only few possess on the planet that is half ocean and half desert. The people on the planet have lived in harmony with each other and their environment for centuries but something yet unknown is threatening to throw everything into chaos.
“A scientist? What are you researching?” Yara asked. Although he wasn’t quite sure whether he really wanted to know that.
“I would consider myself very close to your own position, Master Yara. We are basically scholars of the same kind, just that we are using different approaches,” the other replied simply. “I believe you call it the ‘soul’, don’t you?”
Eyes never leaving the other, Yara frowned. “You possess it as well.”
Nodding, Akut’ou replied, “Indeed I do. Or at least, to some extent. It is certainly different than the kind you and your students possess but it is the same thing nevertheless.”
Then he walked close to the cage, “Let’s cut the idle chatter though. It takes up so much time and it would take a very long time indeed to understand all of what I had to say. So, instead of telling you about it and risking to lose you somewhere along the way, how about I just give you a demonstration? Any volunteers?” he leered into the cage and then motioned for somebody to grab Senga. “Get him and secure him.”
Two of the shadows moved in to grab Senga but of course Nikaido wouldn’t let them have the other without a fight. He was overpowered quickly though and thrown against the energy barrier. He collapsed with a scream of pain. “Kento!”
Master Yara managed to fight off one of the shadows but was restrained as more appeared inside. He was sedated the same way as Nikaido.
As much as he wanted to move, Kitayama found himself frozen in his spot even before several shadows could reach for him and hold him down. He watched as Nikaido and Senga tried to fight off the captors but even Yara’s attempt at protecting his former apprentice and pupil were futile within the cage that so effectively rendered them powerless and thus made them, well, ‘normal’. They were simply no match against their captors like this - not that they had been able to defeat them with their powers either.
He wasn’t saying that they were absolutely powerless without their powers - all of them had been trained in basic and even advanced combat without their abilities - but against an enemy like this, even the most skilled fighters wouldn’t stand a chance. This enemy wasn’t just anyone. This enemy had been prepared for them, had been out to target them specifically.
“What the hell are you going to do with him?” Nikaido dragged himself back to the front of the cage, his eyes following Senga. His partner was getting strapped down onto what looked like a large stone table - or maybe an altar. The word sacrifice came to mind when one looked at the whole contraption. A large, diamond shaped crystal hung above it. It wasn’t glowing though, unlike the ones they had encountered so far.
Akut’ou smirked and walked over, “You will see soon enough. Or should I say, you’ll feel it soon enough?” He placed his hand over something on the side of the table. That was when the crystal came to life.
When the other did so, Nikaido screamed in pain. It wasn’t physical pain he was suffering from. He could deal with good amounts of that. No, the pain went deeper than that.
“Kento! What are you doing to him, you bastards?” he clutched at his chest. His vision was blurring around the edges. “Kento!”
“Mh, to put it simply for you,” the man smirked, “We’re going to steal his soul.”
Senga’s body jerked violently but the restraints held him down. Even without the other willing it to, his soul had appeared around him, enveloping him in a soft blue light. A light that appeared to be absorbed into a large crystal that was being lowered towards him. With a little more light, one could see that the crystal hanging above him had been sharpened and its tip was aimed straight at Senga’s chest, his heart.
There was fear and anguish in Senga’s eyes as he tried to fight back. His blue energy became laced with Nikaido’s soft green. It looked like a tug-of-war between the sick green of the crystal and Nikaido’s calm, soft green.
Considering both Senga’s and Nikaido’s weakened states though, it wasn’t hard to guess who would be the victor in this battle though. And the manic, victorious smile on the scientist’s lips showed that he was very well aware of that fact. He was just playing with them, drawing out their torment.
That was all it took for Kitayama to almost literally explode. Finally it seemed, he was able to control his body again. “You will not harm him. You will not harm them!” his eyes were dark, almost black and his soul flared up around him in an angry red with flares of black tainting it here and there. It looked different than it usually did that way, more aggressive and more dangerous. It did not seem to give comfort to the others in the cage with him, not like another soul usually would. It looked like it would hurt anyone who came too close to it.
It took some effort but he was able to reach through the anti-soul barrier their cage was made of and managed to pull himself out. The barrier closed immediately behind him, though and Yara was not able to slip out after him.
Breaking through the barrier had visibly weakened Kitayama but he kept himself upright.
The shadows moved closer but did not do anything until their master willed them to.
The other’s focus on Senga was lost and he stopped screaming as the machine or whatever contraption stopped running as Akut’ou let go of it. All the attention was on Kitayama now.
“You must be it!” the man smiled at Kitayama. “I knew you had to exist!” He moved closer.
There was a manic and almost ecstatic glint in his eyes, “I knew my experiments hadn’t failed! They couldn’t have possibly all have failed!” He moved even closer.
“Oh, let me look at you, the best of all my creations!”
Kitayama took a step back and eyed the other, “What the hell are you talking about? I am not your creation! You’re not my master.” But was he really? Suddenly he didn’t feel so sure about his words anymore. A cold hand seemed to close itself around his heart, squeezing it painfully. Was it fear? No. It felt even worse than that.
Akut’ou chuckled softly, “Are you sure about that? If you are, please tell me, no, tell all of us about where those powers of yours came from? Why is your ‘soul’ behaving differently?”
He could feel all eyes on him. He suddenly felt very cold. Never had his lack of a past, his memory loss felt so dreadful. “I don’t know.”
“That is correct. You’re the only one here without a past. Or at least, the only one who doesn’t know his own past,” Akut’ou cackled but then calmed down and addressed Kitayama seriously. “I know your past. There is no mistake about it. Come to me and I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll tell you, who you really are. For I am the one who created you. You’re mine.”
Something inside of Kitayama started cracking, breaking.
“You’re...” he looked at Akut’ou, “The one who created me.” His soul disappeared and he stared at Akut’ou openly. Somehow he had lost the will, the energy to fight the other.
His mind seemed to go numb somehow. Kitayama only vaguely heard the shouts from the direction of the cage. “Did you betray us? Is that why you cast Fujigaya into the desert?”
“Kitayama!”
Suddenly his friends didn’t exist for him anymore. There was only that person in front of him. He had lived without his past until now. He’d been fine without it. It hadn’t mattered to him and he had gotten this far without it. Kitayama had believed that he would be okay with not knowing. He had the present and the future after all. So the long lost past didn’t matter.
Apparently though, it did.
“Tell me,” he looked at Akut’ou. “Tell me who I am then, master.”
To be continued...
Fandom: Johnny's & Associates
Pairings/Characters: Kis-My-Ft2 (8 People) - in this chapter: Kitayama, Nikaido, Senga, Yara
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fighting, dark themes...
Disclaimer: Not mine. Owned by J&A. The AU is mine though as well as aymagun's.
A/N: Still hoping to finish this within the year. Doing my best!
Summary: It's called the 'gift' or 'soul' by most. A strange, mysterious force only few possess on the planet that is half ocean and half desert. The people on the planet have lived in harmony with each other and their environment for centuries but something yet unknown is threatening to throw everything into chaos.
“A scientist? What are you researching?” Yara asked. Although he wasn’t quite sure whether he really wanted to know that.
“I would consider myself very close to your own position, Master Yara. We are basically scholars of the same kind, just that we are using different approaches,” the other replied simply. “I believe you call it the ‘soul’, don’t you?”
Eyes never leaving the other, Yara frowned. “You possess it as well.”
Nodding, Akut’ou replied, “Indeed I do. Or at least, to some extent. It is certainly different than the kind you and your students possess but it is the same thing nevertheless.”
Then he walked close to the cage, “Let’s cut the idle chatter though. It takes up so much time and it would take a very long time indeed to understand all of what I had to say. So, instead of telling you about it and risking to lose you somewhere along the way, how about I just give you a demonstration? Any volunteers?” he leered into the cage and then motioned for somebody to grab Senga. “Get him and secure him.”
Two of the shadows moved in to grab Senga but of course Nikaido wouldn’t let them have the other without a fight. He was overpowered quickly though and thrown against the energy barrier. He collapsed with a scream of pain. “Kento!”
Master Yara managed to fight off one of the shadows but was restrained as more appeared inside. He was sedated the same way as Nikaido.
As much as he wanted to move, Kitayama found himself frozen in his spot even before several shadows could reach for him and hold him down. He watched as Nikaido and Senga tried to fight off the captors but even Yara’s attempt at protecting his former apprentice and pupil were futile within the cage that so effectively rendered them powerless and thus made them, well, ‘normal’. They were simply no match against their captors like this - not that they had been able to defeat them with their powers either.
He wasn’t saying that they were absolutely powerless without their powers - all of them had been trained in basic and even advanced combat without their abilities - but against an enemy like this, even the most skilled fighters wouldn’t stand a chance. This enemy wasn’t just anyone. This enemy had been prepared for them, had been out to target them specifically.
“What the hell are you going to do with him?” Nikaido dragged himself back to the front of the cage, his eyes following Senga. His partner was getting strapped down onto what looked like a large stone table - or maybe an altar. The word sacrifice came to mind when one looked at the whole contraption. A large, diamond shaped crystal hung above it. It wasn’t glowing though, unlike the ones they had encountered so far.
Akut’ou smirked and walked over, “You will see soon enough. Or should I say, you’ll feel it soon enough?” He placed his hand over something on the side of the table. That was when the crystal came to life.
When the other did so, Nikaido screamed in pain. It wasn’t physical pain he was suffering from. He could deal with good amounts of that. No, the pain went deeper than that.
“Kento! What are you doing to him, you bastards?” he clutched at his chest. His vision was blurring around the edges. “Kento!”
“Mh, to put it simply for you,” the man smirked, “We’re going to steal his soul.”
Senga’s body jerked violently but the restraints held him down. Even without the other willing it to, his soul had appeared around him, enveloping him in a soft blue light. A light that appeared to be absorbed into a large crystal that was being lowered towards him. With a little more light, one could see that the crystal hanging above him had been sharpened and its tip was aimed straight at Senga’s chest, his heart.
There was fear and anguish in Senga’s eyes as he tried to fight back. His blue energy became laced with Nikaido’s soft green. It looked like a tug-of-war between the sick green of the crystal and Nikaido’s calm, soft green.
Considering both Senga’s and Nikaido’s weakened states though, it wasn’t hard to guess who would be the victor in this battle though. And the manic, victorious smile on the scientist’s lips showed that he was very well aware of that fact. He was just playing with them, drawing out their torment.
That was all it took for Kitayama to almost literally explode. Finally it seemed, he was able to control his body again. “You will not harm him. You will not harm them!” his eyes were dark, almost black and his soul flared up around him in an angry red with flares of black tainting it here and there. It looked different than it usually did that way, more aggressive and more dangerous. It did not seem to give comfort to the others in the cage with him, not like another soul usually would. It looked like it would hurt anyone who came too close to it.
It took some effort but he was able to reach through the anti-soul barrier their cage was made of and managed to pull himself out. The barrier closed immediately behind him, though and Yara was not able to slip out after him.
Breaking through the barrier had visibly weakened Kitayama but he kept himself upright.
The shadows moved closer but did not do anything until their master willed them to.
The other’s focus on Senga was lost and he stopped screaming as the machine or whatever contraption stopped running as Akut’ou let go of it. All the attention was on Kitayama now.
“You must be it!” the man smiled at Kitayama. “I knew you had to exist!” He moved closer.
There was a manic and almost ecstatic glint in his eyes, “I knew my experiments hadn’t failed! They couldn’t have possibly all have failed!” He moved even closer.
“Oh, let me look at you, the best of all my creations!”
Kitayama took a step back and eyed the other, “What the hell are you talking about? I am not your creation! You’re not my master.” But was he really? Suddenly he didn’t feel so sure about his words anymore. A cold hand seemed to close itself around his heart, squeezing it painfully. Was it fear? No. It felt even worse than that.
Akut’ou chuckled softly, “Are you sure about that? If you are, please tell me, no, tell all of us about where those powers of yours came from? Why is your ‘soul’ behaving differently?”
He could feel all eyes on him. He suddenly felt very cold. Never had his lack of a past, his memory loss felt so dreadful. “I don’t know.”
“That is correct. You’re the only one here without a past. Or at least, the only one who doesn’t know his own past,” Akut’ou cackled but then calmed down and addressed Kitayama seriously. “I know your past. There is no mistake about it. Come to me and I’ll tell you all about it. I’ll tell you, who you really are. For I am the one who created you. You’re mine.”
Something inside of Kitayama started cracking, breaking.
“You’re...” he looked at Akut’ou, “The one who created me.” His soul disappeared and he stared at Akut’ou openly. Somehow he had lost the will, the energy to fight the other.
His mind seemed to go numb somehow. Kitayama only vaguely heard the shouts from the direction of the cage. “Did you betray us? Is that why you cast Fujigaya into the desert?”
“Kitayama!”
Suddenly his friends didn’t exist for him anymore. There was only that person in front of him. He had lived without his past until now. He’d been fine without it. It hadn’t mattered to him and he had gotten this far without it. Kitayama had believed that he would be okay with not knowing. He had the present and the future after all. So the long lost past didn’t matter.
Apparently though, it did.
“Tell me,” he looked at Akut’ou. “Tell me who I am then, master.”
To be continued...