Heroes/AtLA: Electric Clocks
Title: Electric Clocks
Fandom: Heroes/Avatar the Last Airbender
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 447
Rating: PG
Characters: Sylar, Azula
Pairings: Sylar/Azula
Summary: There was no tick- well, there probably might have been, but it was drowned out as if something inside of her choked the cogs of her inner clockwork and blocked the mechinations until there was no way of knowing what really made her work.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Really.
Author's Notes: Written for arthoniel who wanted a Sylar/Azula fic, and I've just now figured out how to manage one. Very AU... For Avatar, anyway.
He met her in Tokyo- the spoiled brat daughter of some tycoon with far more money than he had sense, or so he’d been led to believe. A little research proved how wrong he was quickly enough- her tycoon father was head of a yakuza crime syndicate and he was so ruthless that he’d been nicknamed the "Fire Lord" because of his preferred method of killing his enemies. As for the girl, herself, she was a little more than an average mob princess if not a lot more.
She had barely showed a flicker of emotion when she saw him standing over her father’s body, and when bright flames sprung to life in his hands, prepared to take her down with the power her father was famous for, she rolled her eyes and thanked him sardonically for doing away with the old man. She’d been looking forward to him kicking the bucket and leaving her in control of his sizable connections for a long time now. (Oh she’d always respected his power and had played the doting daughter, she had laughed, but it was power she sought. Something he could attest to, himself.)
He found her intriguing from the moment he first laid eyes on her. There was no tick- well, there probably might have been, but it was drowned out as if something inside of her choked the cogs of her inner clockwork and blocked the mechinations until there was no way of knowing what really made her work. Madness, possibly. There was a spark of insanity in her eyes that flickered and crackled like the lightning she could make play across her fingers, and it was fascinating to him. He already had her father’s power, so taking hers was a little redundant. Besides she was useful. Practically Thor compared to the miserable little lightning bug he had encountered in New York just before he got his powers back.
She had mob connections that could get him into places he couldn’t get otherwise and allow him access to more of his kind that he could prey upon. She, herself, was an asset, using her beauty and skills in the subtle art of manipulation to lure powerful men to him like a spider lures flies back to her web. And when her kissed her, he felt a maddening thrill as the volts of electricity in her veins arced through him with each little trill of passion. He had never had a more useful ally in his life, especially not one so useful in so many ways.
And her name, which he uttered with a certain timbre in his voice that made the air crackle with electric intensity, was Azula.
Fandom: Heroes/Avatar the Last Airbender
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ... Is loverly.
Word Count: 447
Rating: PG
Characters: Sylar, Azula
Pairings: Sylar/Azula
Summary: There was no tick- well, there probably might have been, but it was drowned out as if something inside of her choked the cogs of her inner clockwork and blocked the mechinations until there was no way of knowing what really made her work.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. Really.
Author's Notes: Written for arthoniel who wanted a Sylar/Azula fic, and I've just now figured out how to manage one. Very AU... For Avatar, anyway.
He met her in Tokyo- the spoiled brat daughter of some tycoon with far more money than he had sense, or so he’d been led to believe. A little research proved how wrong he was quickly enough- her tycoon father was head of a yakuza crime syndicate and he was so ruthless that he’d been nicknamed the "Fire Lord" because of his preferred method of killing his enemies. As for the girl, herself, she was a little more than an average mob princess if not a lot more.
She had barely showed a flicker of emotion when she saw him standing over her father’s body, and when bright flames sprung to life in his hands, prepared to take her down with the power her father was famous for, she rolled her eyes and thanked him sardonically for doing away with the old man. She’d been looking forward to him kicking the bucket and leaving her in control of his sizable connections for a long time now. (Oh she’d always respected his power and had played the doting daughter, she had laughed, but it was power she sought. Something he could attest to, himself.)
He found her intriguing from the moment he first laid eyes on her. There was no tick- well, there probably might have been, but it was drowned out as if something inside of her choked the cogs of her inner clockwork and blocked the mechinations until there was no way of knowing what really made her work. Madness, possibly. There was a spark of insanity in her eyes that flickered and crackled like the lightning she could make play across her fingers, and it was fascinating to him. He already had her father’s power, so taking hers was a little redundant. Besides she was useful. Practically Thor compared to the miserable little lightning bug he had encountered in New York just before he got his powers back.
She had mob connections that could get him into places he couldn’t get otherwise and allow him access to more of his kind that he could prey upon. She, herself, was an asset, using her beauty and skills in the subtle art of manipulation to lure powerful men to him like a spider lures flies back to her web. And when her kissed her, he felt a maddening thrill as the volts of electricity in her veins arced through him with each little trill of passion. He had never had a more useful ally in his life, especially not one so useful in so many ways.
And her name, which he uttered with a certain timbre in his voice that made the air crackle with electric intensity, was Azula.