FANFIC: "Playing God (Intro & Ch1: Us or Your Mate?)" (Pairings Listed)
Title: "Playing God" (Intro & Ch 1: Us or Your Mate?)
Pairing: DBSK: YunJae (implied), YooSu (TBA), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi Fantasy AU (Fluff, Angst/Drama, Etc)
Rating: PG13 (To get worse as it goes on, I'm sure)
Warning: To start, this is just the intro to the fic.. First Chapter will be posted if you guys seem to like what is going on. This is AU, somewhat futuristic, with SciFi and Fantasy themes/ elements.
A/N: This fic is for myeyeswillclose because she is my truelove BestGirl. And she likes SciFi, so even if I/you guys hate this I'll probably still write it because I love her and am somewhat masochistic so here it goes. First of several I owe her because OMG she needs dedications!! BB I LU!
A/N2: Intro and Ch 1! Bios Moved to Separate Post to Add New People!!!!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters. All Technicians, Doctors, and most Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created and named by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Is that ok? Y/Y? I cannot say (as I am not a Doctor and have not examined the bloodwork/ lineage etc of these men) that DBSK is 100% descended from Angels. I can tell you that it is no damn wonder we call them the Rising Gods of the East. I can also tell you I doubt Angels look/sing/dance better than these guys. I will also express my opinion their bodies are most likely from Heaven, Jaejoong is a FallenAngel in my eyes, etc. I can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
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Intro:
Many do not know, so in the hopes that someone will find the truth of this story and share it with the world, I will start as early as is necessary to tell you. Who and what I am is not important at the moment, so we shall stick to the subject at hand. The beginning is not nearly so important, so I shall simply say this:
Angels walk amongst us everyday. Some who are cast out of Heaven, some who choose to Fall, some who are here on Enlightenment. They teach, guide, instruct, protect, comfort. They fall in love, they give up their wings, they breed, live and die.
Some pass on their secrets, tell stories, leave instructions. Some are guardians of power and pass that legacy to their offspring, others still leave artifacts far too powerful to be abandoned to purely-human hands. Still others leave behind secrets to be discovered, or bury their treasures and pray they will never be found.
Always those of Angel lineage are superior. Beautiful, graceful, talented, keenly intelligent, they excel in at least three or four aspects, they stand out. They get noticed. They get recruited. They get interviewed.
Their secrets are discovered. They’re imprisoned, interrogated, controlled. More are hunted, caught, trained. A new program. Protocols in the form of the Human Angel Legion Ordinances, or simply H.A.L.O.s. These are not humans, so those in power have every right to use their property as they see fit, or so they seem to think.
Some keep them for power, some sell and buy them for pleasure, some use them for money. They are traded as jewels, collected as symbols of stature, put to work with their various strengths to increase the wealth of their masters in the futile hope of one day being free. Regardless, they are treated as less than human.
But they are much, much more.
This is what happens when Humans Play God.
Chapter One:
“You just put two dominant males in the same room.” The technician in charge of J. Yunho’s file hissed as she readjusted her glasses and leveled her most severe glare at one of the Executives. “If you’re not careful, you’ll wind up with someone dead. None of these men are stable, and you’re throwing them together without a thought! These lines are precious, and you act like they’re nothing!”
“Angel by-blows are hardly uncommon anymore, Park.” Shin HyunSu murmured disdainfully as he stepped closer to the one-way mirror and watched the two circle each other somewhat nervously. “We have a fine variety.”
“Not of these two lines!” She shot back. “My case is the only one of his lineage, one of the Arch Angel lines! We had no success in capturing his sister, and his family has disappeared because they know you’re after them even if they don’t know why! He’s one of the most promising cases we have!”
“So we’ll be sure to test him for breeding as soon as it is possible.” HyunSu shrugged. “For the moment, I am interested in his leadership and temperament. If he acts too out of the normal, or too volatile, he’s of no use to us at all.”
“I too have to protest the carelessness of this venture!” The other technician spoke up, bursting onto the scene with a rapidly heaving chest that bespoke of her run to the room. “My case is a non-aggressor of strong lineage and a respectable line. He’s not an Arch, but he’s just as valuable! This little experiment could cost his life!”
“If he can’t protect himself, he’s of little use as a dominant.”
Both females hissed and turned back to the window, viewing the two males with panic-tight hands clenching on their files. Park Yoochun, Jung Yunho. Both angel-blooded males. Both dominant. Both alive.
For the moment. Technicians at The Haven knew just how quickly things could change, as they lost an Angel a month from experiments, tests, and stupid incidents like the one these two specimens had just been thrown into. Hopefully, they weren’t about to witness another tragedy.
Yoochun shifted to his right slowly, warily watching the more dominant male they’d just released into the holding room with him. The new arrival moved to the left so they circled each other while keeping the distance between them. Each also stayed close to the walls, refusing to move into the center of the room and bait the other until they had a more accurate read on the situation.
Though the other didn’t seem much older, he had an air of authority about him that bespoke of an Alpha. He wasn’t as rabid as some of the dominant Dark-Angel varieties Yoochun had had the displeasure of crossing paths with, but then, appearances could be deceiving.
Unless he was that one. Ceasing his cautious steps to the right, Yoochun risked brief eye-contact with the other. The gesture was returned with a questioning look, as though the other were simply waiting. Waiting for his question?
“Are you the one?” He asked softly, knowing they were under observation but unable to resist asking.
Jung Yunho stiffened, wildness flaring in his dark eyes and lips thinning for a moment. Tension rode through his shoulders, cording the sculpted muscles of his arms, chest and abdomen. Beneath the thin black tank-top he wore, the tension was easily visible.
Yoochun’s head lifted slightly, one food sliding back as he adopted a relaxed defensive posture. His gray clothing sighed softly, a simple t-shirt and jeans and slightly-worn sneakers. The other wore similar jeans and sneakers with his tank-top, though all of his clothing was black. One of the A-Level subjects, Yoochun thought, if he were to hazard a guess. B-Level wore gray, C-Level white.
As far as he knew, C-Level were all females. They were kept in another building, on the other side of the compound. The males were housed in two different buildings, both A and B-Level males mixed into each population. New arrivals wore Navy blue until they were sorted into their respective housing and Level ranking.
No one was exactly sure of how the A and B-Level rankings were sorted. Both dominant and submissive males were mixed into either ranking, and randomly placed in either of the housing units. If he had to guess, being in either one of the buildings was rather like living in a prison.
Not the most comforting home for those with Angel blood, the fact that they couldn’t fly was punishment enough. To be caged was to court madness. Still, the constant change and mix of routine and company kept most on an operational level. Those who couldn’t handle it went Rogue and tried to fight their way out, or claim dominance over the ‘colony’.
As far as he knew, Yoochun had heard nothing of an uprising in the building for the last three months. There were still bouts of panic and the attempted run-away, but the whole of the population sensed the presence of an Arch Angel. Even the most watered-down Arch Angel registered as extremely powerful to the other strains of Angel DNA. They were hierarchical, and the Arch Angels were meant to lead.
Up until recently, Yoochun had only known of one Arch Angel in the vicinity, though he’d had a feeling that perhaps the other was near. Now it appeared that they really had caught him. No wonder things had been so quiet.
“The one what?” Yunho replied, forcibly relaxing his stance.
As the other male relaxed, Yoochun returned to a normal stance and calmed slightly. Neither of them had weapons and there was the whole of the room between them, but tension in another dominant male always meant a fight. Though, if the younger were to admit it, it wouldn’t be much of a fight.
He knew what an Alpha male was when he met one, and Jung Yunho had the scent of an Arch Angel besides. ‘How in the name of Heaven did they catch you? I thought he was the only one they had… How did they catch another?
Instead of answering the question that was offered in lieu of an answer to his own inquiry, Yoochun glanced at the large mirror to one side of the room. He had no doubt the scientists and probably a few executives were back there right now, arguing and observing. His technician was probably back there too, pleading his case.
Kim SaHee had too big of a heart to be working in the hell that was The Haven. She was one of the few who wanted to know more about Angel-blood in the hopes of saving man kind. The true owners and investors were just in it for the money.
And the sex, but Yoochun tried not to think too much about that.
Shifting nervously Yoochun inhaled deeply, drawing in the other male’s scent. The muscles in his back which would have controlled his wings -had they developed- relaxed instantly. An Arch Angel was a Leader, a Leader meant safety. Even though he was a Dominant male in his own right, Yoochun acknowledged the urge to be submissive to this other.
“You know, the new arrival.” He murmured softly. “House One, right?”
Yunho tilted his head slightly, the chocolate strands of his hair sliding around his face as he considered the other male. He’d heard that Park Yoochun was one of the more even-tempered dominant males in the population. He hadn’t started any fights, hadn’t lost his ‘humanity’, and was always there to lend a sympathetic ear or a shoulder.
Just the kind of person you wanted on your side if you were planning a revolt. Then again, he was the perfect person to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing and catch any of them in a misstep. What better mole than an Angel-blooded member of the population?
Exhaling and fighting the urge to swear, Yunho wondered at the wisdom of his plan. ‘Se7en and the others never had any idea it would be like this, or I bet we would have decided to try something else.’
This was all you could do, remember? Everything else was surely suicide. At least in this instance, there’s a chance you live long enough to make a difference.
Right. Damn.
Park Yoochun is also the one with the best access to him.
“You know of him?” Yunho replied with a faint smile.
“I’ve heard.” Yoochun replied, cautiously.
Yunho nodded faintly.
Yoochun grinned, sighing.
Yunho twitched in surprise when a tendril of magic that tasted of Heaven and felt like the male before him touched his mind. ‘So, you’ve come to save us after-all… Or is it just him you’re after?’
Yunho stilled. ‘Him?’
Yoochun blinked, suddenly puzzled. ‘Your mate, Arch Angel, who else?’
The room tilted curiously, and Yunho was dimly aware of Yoochun bolting across the room to him at inhumane speed in just enough time to keep him from actually hitting the floor when his knees gave. 'Mate?'
His mate?
‘Who else?’
Well hell. So much for getting in and out and saving a few lives. There just had to be a catch, didn’t there?
‘How do you know I have a mate?’
Yoochun’s laughter was warm in spite of the bitter undertones. ‘We’re AngelKin, you know. It’s part of who we are.’
Yunho shook off his surprise and defaulted back to disbelief, straightening. ‘How do you know that my mate is here though?’
Yoochun’s expression was mocking. ‘The Seer, of course. The same reason we knew you’d show up… You do know that you’re an Arch Angel and supposed to help us, right?’
‘Yeah… That part I knew.’
‘Well, it's good you know something, at least.’
Yunho shook his head, considering the now-relaxed male at his side. This was not how he’d imagined things would go.
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"Ch 2: Unspoken Questions & Silent Conversations"
So what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Want more? WTF? OMG? Etc. Tell me about it with a comment, please!!!
Pairing: DBSK: YunJae (implied), YooSu (TBA), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi Fantasy AU (Fluff, Angst/Drama, Etc)
Rating: PG13 (To get worse as it goes on, I'm sure)
Warning: To start, this is just the intro to the fic.. First Chapter will be posted if you guys seem to like what is going on. This is AU, somewhat futuristic, with SciFi and Fantasy themes/ elements.
A/N: This fic is for myeyeswillclose because she is my truelove BestGirl. And she likes SciFi, so even if I/you guys hate this I'll probably still write it because I love her and am somewhat masochistic so here it goes. First of several I owe her because OMG she needs dedications!! BB I LU!
A/N2: Intro and Ch 1! Bios Moved to Separate Post to Add New People!!!!
Disclaimer: THIS IS A FANFICTION, as in I do not own the Main Characters. All Technicians, Doctors, and most Executives/Billionaires/Random Assholes are created and named by me. I reserve the right to throw the names of all you sexy people in if I need them. Is that ok? Y/Y? I cannot say (as I am not a Doctor and have not examined the bloodwork/ lineage etc of these men) that DBSK is 100% descended from Angels. I can tell you that it is no damn wonder we call them the Rising Gods of the East. I can also tell you I doubt Angels look/sing/dance better than these guys. I will also express my opinion their bodies are most likely from Heaven, Jaejoong is a FallenAngel in my eyes, etc. I can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
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Intro:
Many do not know, so in the hopes that someone will find the truth of this story and share it with the world, I will start as early as is necessary to tell you. Who and what I am is not important at the moment, so we shall stick to the subject at hand. The beginning is not nearly so important, so I shall simply say this:
Angels walk amongst us everyday. Some who are cast out of Heaven, some who choose to Fall, some who are here on Enlightenment. They teach, guide, instruct, protect, comfort. They fall in love, they give up their wings, they breed, live and die.
Some pass on their secrets, tell stories, leave instructions. Some are guardians of power and pass that legacy to their offspring, others still leave artifacts far too powerful to be abandoned to purely-human hands. Still others leave behind secrets to be discovered, or bury their treasures and pray they will never be found.
Always those of Angel lineage are superior. Beautiful, graceful, talented, keenly intelligent, they excel in at least three or four aspects, they stand out. They get noticed. They get recruited. They get interviewed.
Their secrets are discovered. They’re imprisoned, interrogated, controlled. More are hunted, caught, trained. A new program. Protocols in the form of the Human Angel Legion Ordinances, or simply H.A.L.O.s. These are not humans, so those in power have every right to use their property as they see fit, or so they seem to think.
Some keep them for power, some sell and buy them for pleasure, some use them for money. They are traded as jewels, collected as symbols of stature, put to work with their various strengths to increase the wealth of their masters in the futile hope of one day being free. Regardless, they are treated as less than human.
But they are much, much more.
This is what happens when Humans Play God.
Chapter One:
“You just put two dominant males in the same room.” The technician in charge of J. Yunho’s file hissed as she readjusted her glasses and leveled her most severe glare at one of the Executives. “If you’re not careful, you’ll wind up with someone dead. None of these men are stable, and you’re throwing them together without a thought! These lines are precious, and you act like they’re nothing!”
“Angel by-blows are hardly uncommon anymore, Park.” Shin HyunSu murmured disdainfully as he stepped closer to the one-way mirror and watched the two circle each other somewhat nervously. “We have a fine variety.”
“Not of these two lines!” She shot back. “My case is the only one of his lineage, one of the Arch Angel lines! We had no success in capturing his sister, and his family has disappeared because they know you’re after them even if they don’t know why! He’s one of the most promising cases we have!”
“So we’ll be sure to test him for breeding as soon as it is possible.” HyunSu shrugged. “For the moment, I am interested in his leadership and temperament. If he acts too out of the normal, or too volatile, he’s of no use to us at all.”
“I too have to protest the carelessness of this venture!” The other technician spoke up, bursting onto the scene with a rapidly heaving chest that bespoke of her run to the room. “My case is a non-aggressor of strong lineage and a respectable line. He’s not an Arch, but he’s just as valuable! This little experiment could cost his life!”
“If he can’t protect himself, he’s of little use as a dominant.”
Both females hissed and turned back to the window, viewing the two males with panic-tight hands clenching on their files. Park Yoochun, Jung Yunho. Both angel-blooded males. Both dominant. Both alive.
For the moment. Technicians at The Haven knew just how quickly things could change, as they lost an Angel a month from experiments, tests, and stupid incidents like the one these two specimens had just been thrown into. Hopefully, they weren’t about to witness another tragedy.
Yoochun shifted to his right slowly, warily watching the more dominant male they’d just released into the holding room with him. The new arrival moved to the left so they circled each other while keeping the distance between them. Each also stayed close to the walls, refusing to move into the center of the room and bait the other until they had a more accurate read on the situation.
Though the other didn’t seem much older, he had an air of authority about him that bespoke of an Alpha. He wasn’t as rabid as some of the dominant Dark-Angel varieties Yoochun had had the displeasure of crossing paths with, but then, appearances could be deceiving.
Unless he was that one. Ceasing his cautious steps to the right, Yoochun risked brief eye-contact with the other. The gesture was returned with a questioning look, as though the other were simply waiting. Waiting for his question?
“Are you the one?” He asked softly, knowing they were under observation but unable to resist asking.
Jung Yunho stiffened, wildness flaring in his dark eyes and lips thinning for a moment. Tension rode through his shoulders, cording the sculpted muscles of his arms, chest and abdomen. Beneath the thin black tank-top he wore, the tension was easily visible.
Yoochun’s head lifted slightly, one food sliding back as he adopted a relaxed defensive posture. His gray clothing sighed softly, a simple t-shirt and jeans and slightly-worn sneakers. The other wore similar jeans and sneakers with his tank-top, though all of his clothing was black. One of the A-Level subjects, Yoochun thought, if he were to hazard a guess. B-Level wore gray, C-Level white.
As far as he knew, C-Level were all females. They were kept in another building, on the other side of the compound. The males were housed in two different buildings, both A and B-Level males mixed into each population. New arrivals wore Navy blue until they were sorted into their respective housing and Level ranking.
No one was exactly sure of how the A and B-Level rankings were sorted. Both dominant and submissive males were mixed into either ranking, and randomly placed in either of the housing units. If he had to guess, being in either one of the buildings was rather like living in a prison.
Not the most comforting home for those with Angel blood, the fact that they couldn’t fly was punishment enough. To be caged was to court madness. Still, the constant change and mix of routine and company kept most on an operational level. Those who couldn’t handle it went Rogue and tried to fight their way out, or claim dominance over the ‘colony’.
As far as he knew, Yoochun had heard nothing of an uprising in the building for the last three months. There were still bouts of panic and the attempted run-away, but the whole of the population sensed the presence of an Arch Angel. Even the most watered-down Arch Angel registered as extremely powerful to the other strains of Angel DNA. They were hierarchical, and the Arch Angels were meant to lead.
Up until recently, Yoochun had only known of one Arch Angel in the vicinity, though he’d had a feeling that perhaps the other was near. Now it appeared that they really had caught him. No wonder things had been so quiet.
“The one what?” Yunho replied, forcibly relaxing his stance.
As the other male relaxed, Yoochun returned to a normal stance and calmed slightly. Neither of them had weapons and there was the whole of the room between them, but tension in another dominant male always meant a fight. Though, if the younger were to admit it, it wouldn’t be much of a fight.
He knew what an Alpha male was when he met one, and Jung Yunho had the scent of an Arch Angel besides. ‘How in the name of Heaven did they catch you? I thought he was the only one they had… How did they catch another?
Instead of answering the question that was offered in lieu of an answer to his own inquiry, Yoochun glanced at the large mirror to one side of the room. He had no doubt the scientists and probably a few executives were back there right now, arguing and observing. His technician was probably back there too, pleading his case.
Kim SaHee had too big of a heart to be working in the hell that was The Haven. She was one of the few who wanted to know more about Angel-blood in the hopes of saving man kind. The true owners and investors were just in it for the money.
And the sex, but Yoochun tried not to think too much about that.
Shifting nervously Yoochun inhaled deeply, drawing in the other male’s scent. The muscles in his back which would have controlled his wings -had they developed- relaxed instantly. An Arch Angel was a Leader, a Leader meant safety. Even though he was a Dominant male in his own right, Yoochun acknowledged the urge to be submissive to this other.
“You know, the new arrival.” He murmured softly. “House One, right?”
Yunho tilted his head slightly, the chocolate strands of his hair sliding around his face as he considered the other male. He’d heard that Park Yoochun was one of the more even-tempered dominant males in the population. He hadn’t started any fights, hadn’t lost his ‘humanity’, and was always there to lend a sympathetic ear or a shoulder.
Just the kind of person you wanted on your side if you were planning a revolt. Then again, he was the perfect person to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing and catch any of them in a misstep. What better mole than an Angel-blooded member of the population?
Exhaling and fighting the urge to swear, Yunho wondered at the wisdom of his plan. ‘Se7en and the others never had any idea it would be like this, or I bet we would have decided to try something else.’
This was all you could do, remember? Everything else was surely suicide. At least in this instance, there’s a chance you live long enough to make a difference.
Right. Damn.
Park Yoochun is also the one with the best access to him.
“You know of him?” Yunho replied with a faint smile.
“I’ve heard.” Yoochun replied, cautiously.
Yunho nodded faintly.
Yoochun grinned, sighing.
Yunho twitched in surprise when a tendril of magic that tasted of Heaven and felt like the male before him touched his mind. ‘So, you’ve come to save us after-all… Or is it just him you’re after?’
Yunho stilled. ‘Him?’
Yoochun blinked, suddenly puzzled. ‘Your mate, Arch Angel, who else?’
The room tilted curiously, and Yunho was dimly aware of Yoochun bolting across the room to him at inhumane speed in just enough time to keep him from actually hitting the floor when his knees gave. 'Mate?'
His mate?
‘Who else?’
Well hell. So much for getting in and out and saving a few lives. There just had to be a catch, didn’t there?
‘How do you know I have a mate?’
Yoochun’s laughter was warm in spite of the bitter undertones. ‘We’re AngelKin, you know. It’s part of who we are.’
Yunho shook off his surprise and defaulted back to disbelief, straightening. ‘How do you know that my mate is here though?’
Yoochun’s expression was mocking. ‘The Seer, of course. The same reason we knew you’d show up… You do know that you’re an Arch Angel and supposed to help us, right?’
‘Yeah… That part I knew.’
‘Well, it's good you know something, at least.’
Yunho shook his head, considering the now-relaxed male at his side. This was not how he’d imagined things would go.
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"Ch 2: Unspoken Questions & Silent Conversations"
So what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Want more? WTF? OMG? Etc. Tell me about it with a comment, please!!!