Of Bites and Myths Ch. 006
Title: Of Bites and Myths - Chp. 006
Rating: PG-13ish
Character: OneDay, Super Junior, SNSD, SHINee, MBLAQ, KARA, Big BAng (Overall, Multifandom)
Summary: They couldn’t keep it a secret forever. ((Time has stopped and now the world is in their hands))
Of Bites and Myths
PG-13ish || Multifandom
Future Chanwoon || TaecJae || Khunyoung
Other Pairings are Currently Up in the Air
Rather AU with some resemblance to reality
It was complete confusion. There were screams, and shouts and Mir wrapped his arms around himself, forcing himself not to run forward; forcing himself not to take that step towards the heap on the floor of their current building of residence. Mir didn’t even remember what building they were in anymore, not since time stopped on them. Maybe it was JYPE or even SME but he didn’t care, his mind focused on that heap. The older man’s hair was splayed in a dark, dirt and what Mir deduced to be dried blood, wave across his face and neck and he was pretty much in a crumpled heap on the polished floor.
“Son of a bitch,” Jaebum swore and heads lashed up as they arrived. Seungo looked up, fire resting on his palms and Mir wasn’t sure if his leader had been standing with his powers activated to protect Joon or to hurt him. For the sake of his mentality and heart (which was beating an awful symphony in his chest), Mir didn’t ask. Donghae and Seungri moved forward cautiously, and Gyuri began weaving her spells. The humans watched with fascination as strange runes began marking on the ground and Taecyeon vaguely thought of Latin or Sanskrit when he looked at the runes but he knew that they weren’t the same.
“How long has it been since he’s been in camp?” Chansung asked quietly, moving towards Sungmin and Heechul were was watching the proceedings with an angry frown across their lips. Dark eyes flickered and he seemed to chose his words carefully, knowing full well that Gyuri needed complete concentration and Mir looked like he was going to leap forward at any moment, especially if he said something wrong.
“A couple of hours tops,” Sungmin answered stiffly, his voice soft, almost inaudible. “No one noticed the heap until Nicole-sshi tripped over his legs. Then it went downhill from there. Onew-ah and Heechul-hyung were close to obliterating him to bits. If it hadn’t been for Eeteuk-hyung and Kanging-hyung holding them back he wouldn’t be just that heap on the ground,” He smirked dryly. “We’re lucky that Heechul-hyung and Onew-ah did think of the humans. If not,” he didn’t finish and his eyes flickered over the runes.
Mir ended up making an odd noise in the back of his throat.
It wasn’t until Jinwoon made a strange noise that Chansung turned and his eyes lashed towards the heap that was Lee Joon. The runes from Gyuri’s spells were glowing bright and it didn’t take a genius to know that something had gone wrong with it. Mir let out a strangled scream and Jonghyun grabbed the other’s arm and he shouted something. Heechul was moving, Sungmin right behind him and Jaebum had shoved all the humans out of the way, spells flying from his lips and others.
A strange band began glowing across the wrists of Joon and Chansung swore violently. He grabbed the people closest to him, pushed them down and screamed at Gyuri, “Noona! It’s a Destruction Rune!”
Right after his scream, Donghae growled low in his throat and ordered, “Seungri, get the humans out of here! Heechulie-hyung watch his back!”
There was an explosion and a couple of the Soshi and KARA girls were thrown backwards. Donghae was instantly there, a hand catching Jessica as she flew back and Junho hurried to help Sunny and Yuri back on their feet. Taecyeon had moved instantly towards Yoona and Taeyeon, easily pulling the two of them backwards with his tall frame and strength. Mir vanished, moving so quickly that no one saw him, there was a stream of white hot flames and an inhumane howl pierced the air.
Chansung moved and Jokwon let out a slight whine when he saw the 2PM’s maknae’s hand rip through a chest. He yanked out the heart and there was a crackle of white lightning and the heart exploded into dust. Somewhere in the crowd of idols, both humans and non-humans, a form was crouched to the ground and he didn’t move no matter how much Nichkhun and Junsu tugged on his arms and shoulders. His eyes were closed, lips moving quickly, and a hand was pressed palm down onto the floor of the building.
There was a strange crackle and all the combatants turned before the non human idols hit the ground. There was a roar of energy, a flash of red, a burst of black and the room was void of people, at least the idols. A woman stormed out of the ranks of confused non-humans and she shrilled, dark eyes flashing with anger and she shrieked. Her body exploded in a burst of feathers and the building crumbled.
~*~*~
His steps were quiet, light but forceful as he entered the room, pushing open the old doors with a shrill squeak. The figure hunched over the desk made a noise and she continued scribbling furiously on the long length of parchment in front of her. Her long hair swept over the side of her face and she looked up, staring up through strands of her hair at the man. He just moved so he stood in front of the desk.
“I know what you want to ask,” she said simply. He said nothing and she sighed, shaking her head lightly. “This isn’t our war Oppa. Those two know it. That’s why even now, when they’re on the run of their own choice, they won’t ask us,”
“It was her. I saw the injuries that they had. We can‘t not help,” her hand closed over the pen she was using and she made a noise of disinterest but he knew better. He knew her a lot better than anyone. It was the result of living with the same person for centuries, even if she was forever 16. And because he knew her better than anyone, she was worried for Lee Changsun and Jang Wooyoung. No matter what she said. Because first and foremost, they were family. Her lips pursed and she set down her pen, fingers moving to press against the corners of her eyes. When she looked up, meeting his gaze, he raised an eyebrow and asked simply, “Well?”
“Call unnie,” and he grinned. She stood from her desk and gently swept past the taller man. He lightly grabbed her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead, she just slapped his arm.
“Don’t let Jong-oppa see that. He’ll forever stop speaking to you,” she answered flatly. “Just because Taemin-oppa understands doesn’t mean that he will,”
“He loves me anyways,” she rolled her eyes this time and she shook her head.
“I’m going to puke. Let’s just go,”
Gently pushing the door open with the heel of her hand, the two exited the room. They had a war to interfere with. It was time for the Valkryies to step in.
~*~*~
His back was the first one to hit the wall and he hunched over on, hands on his knees and his chest heaved for breath. Around him were scattered humans and his eyes flickered over some before his lips curled and he slowly let his aching, exhausted body sink to the ground. He groaned softly as all the tension drained, leaving him pretty much limp and noodle boned. His hand absently moved to brush at his hair and he winced when he felt the sticky, thick strands.
“Yah! Lee Changsun what the fuck was that?!” and he looked up into the scowling, angry faces of the resident Demis and Shifters. Well, every face but Mir and Sungmin and his chest clenched tightly. He could see Mir move around, rushing to tend to every cut and wound on both the humans and non-humans. He hissed when a hand curled around the collar of his shirt and yanked him upwards. He felt the crackle of energy and knew that the older man’s hands must be in pain but there was no physical outward sign. Figures. “What the fuck are you?”
“You should be asking that question to Wooyoungie too,” was Joon’s easy enough reply and he looked over Seungho’s shoulder towards Wooyoun who looked as, if not more, exhausted that Joon did himself. The dancer was slumped on the ground, a hand hanging limply at his side and his hair flopped into his eyes when he looked up at Joon’s stare. “Yah! Wooyoungie, shouldn‘t you tell your little friends about it?”
“Go to hell Joon!” was Wooyoung’s immediate snarl. “You know I haven’t functioned a transport or spell of that magnitude in years. And you were knocked out a moment ago! I liked that you better,”
“Hardeeharhar,” Joon answered dryly. He ignored the fact that Seungho was still waiting an answer from him and he looked down at his wrists were a band of spinning runes was marking their way over his hands and knuckles. He lightly bumped the older’s hands from him and retook his seat on the ground, ignoring the surprised yelp when there was a crackle of something and Jaebum wrenched his hand back from his initial attempt to touch the younger male. His eyes flickered. “Don’t touch me. There’s still a lot of discharge around me and Wooyoungie. Unless you want to fry to death, you’re welcome. If not, then leave the two of us alone for an hour or so,”
It went quiet and eventually, the group in front of them dispersed, although every once in a while, a distrusting glance would be thrown backwards at Joon and Wooyoung, whom were now sitting next to each other, talking quietly. It didn’t escape either one that Mir and Nichkhun wanted to approach the two of them but one stare from a glowering Jaebum and Chansung made them stop.
“The kid’s going to kill us,” Wooyoung commented idly. Joon grinned and answered, “I know. She’s not going to be pleased,”
“If she‘s pleased, there‘s something wrong or Min-yah slipped something into her drink,” the voice was quiet, calculating almost and everyone was on high alert as the speaker stepped out. When they saw and registered who it was, bodies relaxed, although Jaebum and Chansung constantly looked at the now trio as the young woman approached them. Her arms were crossed loosely at her chest and her hair was swept across her shoulders and down over her arms. Joon grimaced and Wooyoung waved meekly. After a moment, Wooyoung brushed off the sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach and grinned.
“So she sent the Bitch first then?” A nerve twitched at the corner of the young woman’s eyes and Seungri looked up to see 2NE1’s Lee Chaerin (better known as CL) scream bloody murder and lunge at Wooyoung.
Rating: PG-13ish
Character: OneDay, Super Junior, SNSD, SHINee, MBLAQ, KARA, Big BAng (Overall, Multifandom)
Summary: They couldn’t keep it a secret forever. ((Time has stopped and now the world is in their hands))
Of Bites and Myths
PG-13ish || Multifandom
Future Chanwoon || TaecJae || Khunyoung
Other Pairings are Currently Up in the Air
Rather AU with some resemblance to reality
It was complete confusion. There were screams, and shouts and Mir wrapped his arms around himself, forcing himself not to run forward; forcing himself not to take that step towards the heap on the floor of their current building of residence. Mir didn’t even remember what building they were in anymore, not since time stopped on them. Maybe it was JYPE or even SME but he didn’t care, his mind focused on that heap. The older man’s hair was splayed in a dark, dirt and what Mir deduced to be dried blood, wave across his face and neck and he was pretty much in a crumpled heap on the polished floor.
“Son of a bitch,” Jaebum swore and heads lashed up as they arrived. Seungo looked up, fire resting on his palms and Mir wasn’t sure if his leader had been standing with his powers activated to protect Joon or to hurt him. For the sake of his mentality and heart (which was beating an awful symphony in his chest), Mir didn’t ask. Donghae and Seungri moved forward cautiously, and Gyuri began weaving her spells. The humans watched with fascination as strange runes began marking on the ground and Taecyeon vaguely thought of Latin or Sanskrit when he looked at the runes but he knew that they weren’t the same.
“How long has it been since he’s been in camp?” Chansung asked quietly, moving towards Sungmin and Heechul were was watching the proceedings with an angry frown across their lips. Dark eyes flickered and he seemed to chose his words carefully, knowing full well that Gyuri needed complete concentration and Mir looked like he was going to leap forward at any moment, especially if he said something wrong.
“A couple of hours tops,” Sungmin answered stiffly, his voice soft, almost inaudible. “No one noticed the heap until Nicole-sshi tripped over his legs. Then it went downhill from there. Onew-ah and Heechul-hyung were close to obliterating him to bits. If it hadn’t been for Eeteuk-hyung and Kanging-hyung holding them back he wouldn’t be just that heap on the ground,” He smirked dryly. “We’re lucky that Heechul-hyung and Onew-ah did think of the humans. If not,” he didn’t finish and his eyes flickered over the runes.
Mir ended up making an odd noise in the back of his throat.
It wasn’t until Jinwoon made a strange noise that Chansung turned and his eyes lashed towards the heap that was Lee Joon. The runes from Gyuri’s spells were glowing bright and it didn’t take a genius to know that something had gone wrong with it. Mir let out a strangled scream and Jonghyun grabbed the other’s arm and he shouted something. Heechul was moving, Sungmin right behind him and Jaebum had shoved all the humans out of the way, spells flying from his lips and others.
A strange band began glowing across the wrists of Joon and Chansung swore violently. He grabbed the people closest to him, pushed them down and screamed at Gyuri, “Noona! It’s a Destruction Rune!”
Right after his scream, Donghae growled low in his throat and ordered, “Seungri, get the humans out of here! Heechulie-hyung watch his back!”
There was an explosion and a couple of the Soshi and KARA girls were thrown backwards. Donghae was instantly there, a hand catching Jessica as she flew back and Junho hurried to help Sunny and Yuri back on their feet. Taecyeon had moved instantly towards Yoona and Taeyeon, easily pulling the two of them backwards with his tall frame and strength. Mir vanished, moving so quickly that no one saw him, there was a stream of white hot flames and an inhumane howl pierced the air.
Chansung moved and Jokwon let out a slight whine when he saw the 2PM’s maknae’s hand rip through a chest. He yanked out the heart and there was a crackle of white lightning and the heart exploded into dust. Somewhere in the crowd of idols, both humans and non-humans, a form was crouched to the ground and he didn’t move no matter how much Nichkhun and Junsu tugged on his arms and shoulders. His eyes were closed, lips moving quickly, and a hand was pressed palm down onto the floor of the building.
There was a strange crackle and all the combatants turned before the non human idols hit the ground. There was a roar of energy, a flash of red, a burst of black and the room was void of people, at least the idols. A woman stormed out of the ranks of confused non-humans and she shrilled, dark eyes flashing with anger and she shrieked. Her body exploded in a burst of feathers and the building crumbled.
~*~*~
His steps were quiet, light but forceful as he entered the room, pushing open the old doors with a shrill squeak. The figure hunched over the desk made a noise and she continued scribbling furiously on the long length of parchment in front of her. Her long hair swept over the side of her face and she looked up, staring up through strands of her hair at the man. He just moved so he stood in front of the desk.
“I know what you want to ask,” she said simply. He said nothing and she sighed, shaking her head lightly. “This isn’t our war Oppa. Those two know it. That’s why even now, when they’re on the run of their own choice, they won’t ask us,”
“It was her. I saw the injuries that they had. We can‘t not help,” her hand closed over the pen she was using and she made a noise of disinterest but he knew better. He knew her a lot better than anyone. It was the result of living with the same person for centuries, even if she was forever 16. And because he knew her better than anyone, she was worried for Lee Changsun and Jang Wooyoung. No matter what she said. Because first and foremost, they were family. Her lips pursed and she set down her pen, fingers moving to press against the corners of her eyes. When she looked up, meeting his gaze, he raised an eyebrow and asked simply, “Well?”
“Call unnie,” and he grinned. She stood from her desk and gently swept past the taller man. He lightly grabbed her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead, she just slapped his arm.
“Don’t let Jong-oppa see that. He’ll forever stop speaking to you,” she answered flatly. “Just because Taemin-oppa understands doesn’t mean that he will,”
“He loves me anyways,” she rolled her eyes this time and she shook her head.
“I’m going to puke. Let’s just go,”
Gently pushing the door open with the heel of her hand, the two exited the room. They had a war to interfere with. It was time for the Valkryies to step in.
~*~*~
His back was the first one to hit the wall and he hunched over on, hands on his knees and his chest heaved for breath. Around him were scattered humans and his eyes flickered over some before his lips curled and he slowly let his aching, exhausted body sink to the ground. He groaned softly as all the tension drained, leaving him pretty much limp and noodle boned. His hand absently moved to brush at his hair and he winced when he felt the sticky, thick strands.
“Yah! Lee Changsun what the fuck was that?!” and he looked up into the scowling, angry faces of the resident Demis and Shifters. Well, every face but Mir and Sungmin and his chest clenched tightly. He could see Mir move around, rushing to tend to every cut and wound on both the humans and non-humans. He hissed when a hand curled around the collar of his shirt and yanked him upwards. He felt the crackle of energy and knew that the older man’s hands must be in pain but there was no physical outward sign. Figures. “What the fuck are you?”
“You should be asking that question to Wooyoungie too,” was Joon’s easy enough reply and he looked over Seungho’s shoulder towards Wooyoun who looked as, if not more, exhausted that Joon did himself. The dancer was slumped on the ground, a hand hanging limply at his side and his hair flopped into his eyes when he looked up at Joon’s stare. “Yah! Wooyoungie, shouldn‘t you tell your little friends about it?”
“Go to hell Joon!” was Wooyoung’s immediate snarl. “You know I haven’t functioned a transport or spell of that magnitude in years. And you were knocked out a moment ago! I liked that you better,”
“Hardeeharhar,” Joon answered dryly. He ignored the fact that Seungho was still waiting an answer from him and he looked down at his wrists were a band of spinning runes was marking their way over his hands and knuckles. He lightly bumped the older’s hands from him and retook his seat on the ground, ignoring the surprised yelp when there was a crackle of something and Jaebum wrenched his hand back from his initial attempt to touch the younger male. His eyes flickered. “Don’t touch me. There’s still a lot of discharge around me and Wooyoungie. Unless you want to fry to death, you’re welcome. If not, then leave the two of us alone for an hour or so,”
It went quiet and eventually, the group in front of them dispersed, although every once in a while, a distrusting glance would be thrown backwards at Joon and Wooyoung, whom were now sitting next to each other, talking quietly. It didn’t escape either one that Mir and Nichkhun wanted to approach the two of them but one stare from a glowering Jaebum and Chansung made them stop.
“The kid’s going to kill us,” Wooyoung commented idly. Joon grinned and answered, “I know. She’s not going to be pleased,”
“If she‘s pleased, there‘s something wrong or Min-yah slipped something into her drink,” the voice was quiet, calculating almost and everyone was on high alert as the speaker stepped out. When they saw and registered who it was, bodies relaxed, although Jaebum and Chansung constantly looked at the now trio as the young woman approached them. Her arms were crossed loosely at her chest and her hair was swept across her shoulders and down over her arms. Joon grimaced and Wooyoung waved meekly. After a moment, Wooyoung brushed off the sinking feeling growing in the pit of his stomach and grinned.
“So she sent the Bitch first then?” A nerve twitched at the corner of the young woman’s eyes and Seungri looked up to see 2NE1’s Lee Chaerin (better known as CL) scream bloody murder and lunge at Wooyoung.