6 little nanos ~
I am still writing, but since the day is about to end I shall post to keep up with nablomo.
I didn't get much done today, seeing as I spend the afternoon and evening rping with friends, but I am moving forward little by little. Tomorrow is a writing day again, at which I should break the 25k and maybe even the 30k. Who knows...
Title: Endgame (5/30+)
Fandom: Star Ocean: Till the End of Time
Pairing: Luther/Fayt, mentions of Albel/Fayt
Rating: NC 17 overall
Warnings: A/U, blood, gore, slash, mindfuckery, incest, typos as far as the eye can see, no proof reading, cliches ... it's NANOWRIMO writing, that should be a warning of its own.
Summary: A series of seemingly unconnected murders draws Detective Leingod into a morbid game of hide and seek. As he hunts a phantom across the worlds, real or not, through high tech metropolis and abandoned asylum, he finds himself chasing more than just a murderer, but his own forgotten past. And what secret lies with the elusive Owner of Sphere, Luther Lansfield? Is he a powerful ally, ... or a deadly foe after all?
By the time that Fayt had reached Aquios Main he probably had broken every rule in the drivers' handbook there was, something that, as Lieber reassured him, would certainly cost him his license, actually he himself would take it away, as soon as he was able to let go off his seat, which would probably be a while by the way his fingers had cramped into the cushion. He did not bother listening to the other's indignant cries and threats, but instead jumped out of his car, even forgetting to close the door behind himself as he rushed to the entrance of the building. It was a more modern one, white and high, with generous glass fronts and an entrance hall, big enough that his whole apartment easily would have fit in it twice. He ignored the call of the front clerk and instead made his way directly to the elevators he had spotted at the back of the room, they were of the recent design, teleporters that allowed you to choose the floor to which you would immedately be transported too. That was fine with Fayt, at least he wouldn't have to wait anymore. WIth the press of a button he chose the floor.
Teleportation was a strange feeling, as if you somehow got your brains displaced and your vision screwed up. One moment he was looking at the indignant face of the front clerk, coming to stop him, the next he was staring at at a white hallway and the brass numbers thirtytwo. He took a stumbling step out of the device, blinking in disorientation, but even like this he noticed the smell that hung in the air, the sickenly sweet odour of rotten flesh. He made a face. It was a wonder no one had complained before this.
Door twelve was the first one on the right, a few people were already gathered there, probably the neightbours that had called the police in the first place. He fished his ID out of his pocet, activating it so that they could see his badge. "I am Detective Fayt Leingod, from Quark Police Department, first precinct. Who of you called?"
An eldery gentleman stepped forward, accompanied by the murmurs of the other residents. "That would be me. Cornelius Gaitt."
"I take it you are the neighbour of Miss Frahm?"
"Yes," The man nodded slowly, dusty black hair falling forwards into his face. "I am living in apartment thirteen." He certainly was a strange fellow, dressed entirely in black, with an umbrella in his hand. But then, as one cursory glance confirmed, so seemed to be most of the people present.
"When was the last time you have seen her?"
"That...well, let me think for a moment. Ah, yes, it must have been about four weeks ago, when she was asking me for sugar."
Four weeks, someone whom you lived next to vanished for four weeks and no one even bothered to wonder where they might have gone, or was worried. It was disgusting in a way, the callousness of people. "I see. Would everyone gathered here be so nice to go back to their apartments, or the community room if one is aviable? I - " He was interrupted by a cry of "Detective Leingod! Wait for me!" and the pounding of steps of someone running down the corridor. "-or Officer Lazeria will be with you in a moment for questioning." There was a soft murmuring among the gathered people, shifting and reculant. Obviously they had expected to actually be there for the opening of the room, to gain some excitement from whatever the police was going to do here and were now disappointed that they were sent back to their rooms like little children. Fayt could not care less about that, this was no show and if he had to he would escort them away by force. Something in his eyes must have given that away, for slowly but surely the gathered residents dispersed, the sounds of doors opening and closing around the corridor echoing for a while. Lieber meanwhile was standing next to him, doubled over and gasping for breath, mousy hair falling messily into his face and sticking to his sweat soaked forehead. "Coul...could you just wait...for a moment." The man was weezing in between gasps for air, which soon turned into a series of coughs and gags. "God, what is that smell?" In an futile attempt to chase it away Lieber was waving his hand around his face, screwing up his nose and making a face. Fayt ignored the other man's antics, and instead focused on the door to apartment fourteen. It was one of those sliding doors, with a cardkey and a keypad at the side. He would not have any luck with busting down that door, and silently he cursed his rashness. Now he would lose time because he had to get back down to get the general key and code from the front desk clerk. He sighed deeply, about to turn aound when he got a keycard fairly shoved in his face.
"Here." Lieber's grin was smug as he shoved the key into Fayt's hand, who closed his fingers around the hard edges in surprise. "Since you were just tearing off, I figured that at least one of us has to follow the protocol. Really now Detective Leingod, that was a fine example on how not to go after the opening of an apartment. Chief Traydor would be ashamed of your behavior, I just know it..."
"Thanks, Lieber." Fayt was not sure if the other man had even heard him and left him to ramble on in the background. He flipped the card around and pulled it through the slot. It only took a moment for the small green diod to light up, accompanied by the faint sound of the mechanism unlocking the door. There was a soft hiss and the panel slid seamlessly back in the wall. The smell that met them made them both gag, Lieber loudly so, while Fayt just swallowed heavily, throat convulsing at the sickly sweet odor. Hastly he dug through one of his pockets, producing a small tube he hastily unscrewed. The blue haired young man pressed a dollop onto the tips of his fingers, before spreading it thickly under his nose. The clear gel burned the skin of his upper lips light were he had not been careful and got some of it onto the tender skin, but the strong scent of menthol that now wafted up from the oinment made it a lot easier to breath. He had to be careful not to breath through his mouth, though, the smell that wafted out of the apartment was so bad that it would probably leave a rotten taste of the tongue. He turned to Lieber, about to offer him the tube too, but hesitated as he saw how green the young man looked about the nose.
"The neighbours have to be questioned, maybe you could ..."
"No."
The other man's gaze was determinded, even though he was obviously fighting to keep the insides of his stomach down even now. "No, I can do this, Leingod. You are not going to leave me behind in this again. I belong to the Force, just like you."
Fayt nodded silently, before handing Lieber the tube, who spread a generous dollop of the gel under his nose too, before giving it back.
"It is probably not going to be pretty." By the smell that had met them that was probably an understatement, Fayt did not have much hope that Elena Frahm had just forgotten to put her groceries into the fridge.
"I can deal with it." The blond's voice was gruff, and he shifted uncomfortably, squaring his shoulders. "Lead the way, Detective."
He gave the other one last questioning look, one last chance to back out, which was not taken, after which he turned, stepping through the doorway and into the apartment.
I didn't get much done today, seeing as I spend the afternoon and evening rping with friends, but I am moving forward little by little. Tomorrow is a writing day again, at which I should break the 25k and maybe even the 30k. Who knows...
Title: Endgame (5/30+)
Fandom: Star Ocean: Till the End of Time
Pairing: Luther/Fayt, mentions of Albel/Fayt
Rating: NC 17 overall
Warnings: A/U, blood, gore, slash, mindfuckery, incest, typos as far as the eye can see, no proof reading, cliches ... it's NANOWRIMO writing, that should be a warning of its own.
Summary: A series of seemingly unconnected murders draws Detective Leingod into a morbid game of hide and seek. As he hunts a phantom across the worlds, real or not, through high tech metropolis and abandoned asylum, he finds himself chasing more than just a murderer, but his own forgotten past. And what secret lies with the elusive Owner of Sphere, Luther Lansfield? Is he a powerful ally, ... or a deadly foe after all?
By the time that Fayt had reached Aquios Main he probably had broken every rule in the drivers' handbook there was, something that, as Lieber reassured him, would certainly cost him his license, actually he himself would take it away, as soon as he was able to let go off his seat, which would probably be a while by the way his fingers had cramped into the cushion. He did not bother listening to the other's indignant cries and threats, but instead jumped out of his car, even forgetting to close the door behind himself as he rushed to the entrance of the building. It was a more modern one, white and high, with generous glass fronts and an entrance hall, big enough that his whole apartment easily would have fit in it twice. He ignored the call of the front clerk and instead made his way directly to the elevators he had spotted at the back of the room, they were of the recent design, teleporters that allowed you to choose the floor to which you would immedately be transported too. That was fine with Fayt, at least he wouldn't have to wait anymore. WIth the press of a button he chose the floor.
Teleportation was a strange feeling, as if you somehow got your brains displaced and your vision screwed up. One moment he was looking at the indignant face of the front clerk, coming to stop him, the next he was staring at at a white hallway and the brass numbers thirtytwo. He took a stumbling step out of the device, blinking in disorientation, but even like this he noticed the smell that hung in the air, the sickenly sweet odour of rotten flesh. He made a face. It was a wonder no one had complained before this.
Door twelve was the first one on the right, a few people were already gathered there, probably the neightbours that had called the police in the first place. He fished his ID out of his pocet, activating it so that they could see his badge. "I am Detective Fayt Leingod, from Quark Police Department, first precinct. Who of you called?"
An eldery gentleman stepped forward, accompanied by the murmurs of the other residents. "That would be me. Cornelius Gaitt."
"I take it you are the neighbour of Miss Frahm?"
"Yes," The man nodded slowly, dusty black hair falling forwards into his face. "I am living in apartment thirteen." He certainly was a strange fellow, dressed entirely in black, with an umbrella in his hand. But then, as one cursory glance confirmed, so seemed to be most of the people present.
"When was the last time you have seen her?"
"That...well, let me think for a moment. Ah, yes, it must have been about four weeks ago, when she was asking me for sugar."
Four weeks, someone whom you lived next to vanished for four weeks and no one even bothered to wonder where they might have gone, or was worried. It was disgusting in a way, the callousness of people. "I see. Would everyone gathered here be so nice to go back to their apartments, or the community room if one is aviable? I - " He was interrupted by a cry of "Detective Leingod! Wait for me!" and the pounding of steps of someone running down the corridor. "-or Officer Lazeria will be with you in a moment for questioning." There was a soft murmuring among the gathered people, shifting and reculant. Obviously they had expected to actually be there for the opening of the room, to gain some excitement from whatever the police was going to do here and were now disappointed that they were sent back to their rooms like little children. Fayt could not care less about that, this was no show and if he had to he would escort them away by force. Something in his eyes must have given that away, for slowly but surely the gathered residents dispersed, the sounds of doors opening and closing around the corridor echoing for a while. Lieber meanwhile was standing next to him, doubled over and gasping for breath, mousy hair falling messily into his face and sticking to his sweat soaked forehead. "Coul...could you just wait...for a moment." The man was weezing in between gasps for air, which soon turned into a series of coughs and gags. "God, what is that smell?" In an futile attempt to chase it away Lieber was waving his hand around his face, screwing up his nose and making a face. Fayt ignored the other man's antics, and instead focused on the door to apartment fourteen. It was one of those sliding doors, with a cardkey and a keypad at the side. He would not have any luck with busting down that door, and silently he cursed his rashness. Now he would lose time because he had to get back down to get the general key and code from the front desk clerk. He sighed deeply, about to turn aound when he got a keycard fairly shoved in his face.
"Here." Lieber's grin was smug as he shoved the key into Fayt's hand, who closed his fingers around the hard edges in surprise. "Since you were just tearing off, I figured that at least one of us has to follow the protocol. Really now Detective Leingod, that was a fine example on how not to go after the opening of an apartment. Chief Traydor would be ashamed of your behavior, I just know it..."
"Thanks, Lieber." Fayt was not sure if the other man had even heard him and left him to ramble on in the background. He flipped the card around and pulled it through the slot. It only took a moment for the small green diod to light up, accompanied by the faint sound of the mechanism unlocking the door. There was a soft hiss and the panel slid seamlessly back in the wall. The smell that met them made them both gag, Lieber loudly so, while Fayt just swallowed heavily, throat convulsing at the sickly sweet odor. Hastly he dug through one of his pockets, producing a small tube he hastily unscrewed. The blue haired young man pressed a dollop onto the tips of his fingers, before spreading it thickly under his nose. The clear gel burned the skin of his upper lips light were he had not been careful and got some of it onto the tender skin, but the strong scent of menthol that now wafted up from the oinment made it a lot easier to breath. He had to be careful not to breath through his mouth, though, the smell that wafted out of the apartment was so bad that it would probably leave a rotten taste of the tongue. He turned to Lieber, about to offer him the tube too, but hesitated as he saw how green the young man looked about the nose.
"The neighbours have to be questioned, maybe you could ..."
"No."
The other man's gaze was determinded, even though he was obviously fighting to keep the insides of his stomach down even now. "No, I can do this, Leingod. You are not going to leave me behind in this again. I belong to the Force, just like you."
Fayt nodded silently, before handing Lieber the tube, who spread a generous dollop of the gel under his nose too, before giving it back.
"It is probably not going to be pretty." By the smell that had met them that was probably an understatement, Fayt did not have much hope that Elena Frahm had just forgotten to put her groceries into the fridge.
"I can deal with it." The blond's voice was gruff, and he shifted uncomfortably, squaring his shoulders. "Lead the way, Detective."
He gave the other one last questioning look, one last chance to back out, which was not taken, after which he turned, stepping through the doorway and into the apartment.