FANFIC: "Playing God (Ch 5: Half-Promises & A Challenge)" (Listed)
Title: "Playing God" Ch 5: "Half-Promises & A Challenge"
Pairing: DBSK: YooSu (Hinted), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is dedicated to myeyeswillclose and is now apparently her drug of choice... She is the only reason I am now posting a third chapter in this continued insanity. You better love on this hard, ya'll... Homework is probably going to eat me alive tomorrow.
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 can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4"
Yoochun shifted slightly as Yunho fixed a dark stare on him, somewhat nervous as he wondered how deep the Arch’s mahogany gaze could see. In an effort to keep up appearances and misdirect from the fact they were having a silent conversation, they’d both gotten around to formally ‘introducing’ themselves by name. A brief mundane conversation had followed, somewhat staggered as each continued to evaluate the other through their faint link.
Telepathy for AngelKin was as natural as breathing. The shallowest of connections were made between strangers or under tense circumstances, where one could silently express what was needed without revealing too much about themselves. After all, if you were under the faintest of truces, the last thing you wanted was to give the other all your secrets.
The better the parties knew each other, the deeper their connection and slowly a bond formed between them. As with old friends, family and lovers, they could communicate over great lengths of distance without added effort. Words, emotions, thoughts and memories could all be transferred through a link, depending on the depth of the bond and the complexity of the intended message.
Mates had no secrets, the whole of their lives given over to each other when their bond was complete. The only fertile member of the AngelKin was a mated one, and there were no acknowledged or bonded mates within The Haven.
That much Yunho had learned from Rain and Se7en’s new hacker, though he hadn’t had time to glean any more… There was a very limited window on their plan, and he’d been out of time. As it was, he hadn’t realized that it would take a five full days for him to even get into the compound.
Perhaps The Resistance had already hacked The Haven’s network?
Wishful thinking… He lightly scolded himself.
‘The Seer said you had friends.’ Yoochun tried again, tilting his head. ‘Friends that would want to help, like you… Are they coming?’
‘I have friends.’ He agreed this time, more of a response than the last time the question had been asked. ‘But I’m the only one crazy enough to get picked up by The Haven’s catch-crew in order to get inside…’
Yoochun waited, considering him for another moment or two of silence both aloud and along their link. Amusement sparked inside his head, traveling down the link like starbursts of light across Yunho’s vision. ‘That’s all you’re going to tell me…’
‘I probably don’t trust you much more than you trust me, at the moment.’ Yunho admitted, stiffening as a door opened.
‘With time…’ Yoochun offered as he turned toward the technician. ‘That will change with time… Until we meet again, Jung Yunho. Perhaps at our next meet, we will talk of your friends.’
Yunho noted the slim black cuff around Yoochun’s right wrist, a replica of the one he wore. Upon entering The Haven he’d been ‘tagged’ with the device. The technician that had attached it explained that they were a special kind of steel designed to resist damage from physical and even electrical attack in anticipation of angel-magic being used to remove them.
Contained within the bracelet was a chip and a tracking device, and an element that allowed the scientists to program it to incapacitate the wearer in the event of an escape. Dominant-type AngelKin were tagged at the wrist, and submissive-type with a collar around their necks.
‘I would like to learn of your friends too, Park Yoochun.’ He murmured. ‘And perhaps, meet your Seer.’
Yoochun hesitated, nostrils flaring as his eyes narrowed. The look was more of wary contemplation and slight distrust than any rage. He truly was a good tempered creature, for a dominant. ‘Perhaps you will…’
Turning his back on the Arch Angel, Yoochun fell into step with his Kin-Tech SaHee, following her out of the room. He waited patiently -rather like some well-trained dog- while she ensured the door sealed behind them, and then followed her down the winding white hallway.
Shorter than him by a head, she had to stretch her strides and he shorten his to find a reasonable matched pace. After so much time with her as his Kin-Tech -four years now- the check to his pace was a reflex. Within this part of The Haven complex, the only ‘subjects’ were those escorted by their Techs.
A male Kin-Tech passed them going the opposite direction, a C-Level female stumbling slightly to follow close behind him. She was obviously newly caught and assigned, a slim black lead led from the collar at her throat to his hand, her quick strides the only thing that kept it from being taunt between them and dragging her along.
He had sensed them coming up the hallway, her sudden reaction to seeing him making her stumble. Her Tech hissed and tugged at the ‘leash’ making her skitter quickly to recover lost ground. Other than a faint slide of his gaze, Yoochun paid her no real attention. To care was to suffer, in The Haven.
As though realizing this, she reaffixed her eyes on the floor with the slightest bob of her head, and hurried away after her Kin-Tech.
“She must have thought you were handsome.” SaHee murmured, glancing up at her charge.
Yoochun tossed his head faintly, more to shake the length of his mane back behind his shoulders rather than as a proud gesture. “She was young and a Submissive, probably just surprised.”
“Did she not hear us?” SaHee prodded. “Your hearing is better than ours, isn’t it?”
“AngelKin are known to have more developed senses.” He rolled one shoulder, noncommittal. “That doesn’t mean we all do, or that she heard us or didn’t. Regardless she would know a Dominant male; that was the only reason for her reaction.”
“In another time and place, how would she have responded?”
No matter how kind-hearted the female seemed to be, she was still a Tech. Yoochun tried hard to keep his dislike from his features as he eyed her, and without effort a snap of his power escaped his hold and wound around the Tech before him. “She would have avoided my gaze and hoped she did not attract my attention… And if she had that, she would hope very strongly I was not displeased.”
He could kill her, just like this. Without raising a single alarm, without a noticeable effort. Just have done with her. Reach into her mind and shatter it, ending her life as was his right. She was one of many that kept him prisoner, in spite of knowing it was wrong. She had much to be held accountable for, but not all.
Not all of it was her sin. Knowing this, he retracted the twist of power from around her, returning it to within his grasp. Now was not the time to use such a skill, he knew it. He had not seen, and so Yoochun would not act. Not yet.
SaHee shivered and glanced away from him, away from the rage burning deep in his eyes, losing the brief battle of wills whether she understood it or not. Victory flared along his senses and made him fight a smile. One day he’d leave this place in ashes, and the Kin-Techs would repent for their sins.
Until then, let them think he was simply a ‘Dominant’… By the time they figured it out, it would be too late. As strongly as he wished for that day, he would wait. There were things, some things, which were more important than his wish for retribution and escape. Those lesser things could wait, for now.
“Do you want to return to the common-rooms or your dorm?” She asked in a soft voice, still not looking at him.
The Angel’s senses flared, stretched, then retreated, withdrawing into him after finding the answer he sought. “My room.”
A soft voice beckoned on the edge of his perception. ‘I’m waiting, Son of Uriel…’
He could not help but croon. ‘Soon… I will be with you soon.’
***
"Ch 6: "New Home"
I know, I know.. I have NO will power... She's my Kryptonite or something, ok? I can't help it. You know you're all damned grateful to her anyway... Bitch has mad skill. Baby, did you love?
Pairing: DBSK: YooSu (Hinted), (More Pairings/Bands to Come)
Writer: black_prophet (Midsummer_Slave)
Genre: SciFi/ Fantasy/ AU
Rating: PG13 (Language)
Warning: Fluff, Angst/Drama, Experiments/Medical, Weirdness, Rich Assholes, Sadistic Scientists, Captive Angels, Sensuality
A/N: This fic is dedicated to myeyeswillclose and is now apparently her drug of choice... She is the only reason I am now posting a third chapter in this continued insanity. You better love on this hard, ya'll... Homework is probably going to eat me alive tomorrow.
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 can't even prove Angels exist. This is just for entertainment purposes.
Previous Chapters: "Biographies" "Chapter 1" "Chapter 2" "Chapter 3" "Chapter 4"
Yoochun shifted slightly as Yunho fixed a dark stare on him, somewhat nervous as he wondered how deep the Arch’s mahogany gaze could see. In an effort to keep up appearances and misdirect from the fact they were having a silent conversation, they’d both gotten around to formally ‘introducing’ themselves by name. A brief mundane conversation had followed, somewhat staggered as each continued to evaluate the other through their faint link.
Telepathy for AngelKin was as natural as breathing. The shallowest of connections were made between strangers or under tense circumstances, where one could silently express what was needed without revealing too much about themselves. After all, if you were under the faintest of truces, the last thing you wanted was to give the other all your secrets.
The better the parties knew each other, the deeper their connection and slowly a bond formed between them. As with old friends, family and lovers, they could communicate over great lengths of distance without added effort. Words, emotions, thoughts and memories could all be transferred through a link, depending on the depth of the bond and the complexity of the intended message.
Mates had no secrets, the whole of their lives given over to each other when their bond was complete. The only fertile member of the AngelKin was a mated one, and there were no acknowledged or bonded mates within The Haven.
That much Yunho had learned from Rain and Se7en’s new hacker, though he hadn’t had time to glean any more… There was a very limited window on their plan, and he’d been out of time. As it was, he hadn’t realized that it would take a five full days for him to even get into the compound.
Perhaps The Resistance had already hacked The Haven’s network?
Wishful thinking… He lightly scolded himself.
‘The Seer said you had friends.’ Yoochun tried again, tilting his head. ‘Friends that would want to help, like you… Are they coming?’
‘I have friends.’ He agreed this time, more of a response than the last time the question had been asked. ‘But I’m the only one crazy enough to get picked up by The Haven’s catch-crew in order to get inside…’
Yoochun waited, considering him for another moment or two of silence both aloud and along their link. Amusement sparked inside his head, traveling down the link like starbursts of light across Yunho’s vision. ‘That’s all you’re going to tell me…’
‘I probably don’t trust you much more than you trust me, at the moment.’ Yunho admitted, stiffening as a door opened.
‘With time…’ Yoochun offered as he turned toward the technician. ‘That will change with time… Until we meet again, Jung Yunho. Perhaps at our next meet, we will talk of your friends.’
Yunho noted the slim black cuff around Yoochun’s right wrist, a replica of the one he wore. Upon entering The Haven he’d been ‘tagged’ with the device. The technician that had attached it explained that they were a special kind of steel designed to resist damage from physical and even electrical attack in anticipation of angel-magic being used to remove them.
Contained within the bracelet was a chip and a tracking device, and an element that allowed the scientists to program it to incapacitate the wearer in the event of an escape. Dominant-type AngelKin were tagged at the wrist, and submissive-type with a collar around their necks.
‘I would like to learn of your friends too, Park Yoochun.’ He murmured. ‘And perhaps, meet your Seer.’
Yoochun hesitated, nostrils flaring as his eyes narrowed. The look was more of wary contemplation and slight distrust than any rage. He truly was a good tempered creature, for a dominant. ‘Perhaps you will…’
Turning his back on the Arch Angel, Yoochun fell into step with his Kin-Tech SaHee, following her out of the room. He waited patiently -rather like some well-trained dog- while she ensured the door sealed behind them, and then followed her down the winding white hallway.
Shorter than him by a head, she had to stretch her strides and he shorten his to find a reasonable matched pace. After so much time with her as his Kin-Tech -four years now- the check to his pace was a reflex. Within this part of The Haven complex, the only ‘subjects’ were those escorted by their Techs.
A male Kin-Tech passed them going the opposite direction, a C-Level female stumbling slightly to follow close behind him. She was obviously newly caught and assigned, a slim black lead led from the collar at her throat to his hand, her quick strides the only thing that kept it from being taunt between them and dragging her along.
He had sensed them coming up the hallway, her sudden reaction to seeing him making her stumble. Her Tech hissed and tugged at the ‘leash’ making her skitter quickly to recover lost ground. Other than a faint slide of his gaze, Yoochun paid her no real attention. To care was to suffer, in The Haven.
As though realizing this, she reaffixed her eyes on the floor with the slightest bob of her head, and hurried away after her Kin-Tech.
“She must have thought you were handsome.” SaHee murmured, glancing up at her charge.
Yoochun tossed his head faintly, more to shake the length of his mane back behind his shoulders rather than as a proud gesture. “She was young and a Submissive, probably just surprised.”
“Did she not hear us?” SaHee prodded. “Your hearing is better than ours, isn’t it?”
“AngelKin are known to have more developed senses.” He rolled one shoulder, noncommittal. “That doesn’t mean we all do, or that she heard us or didn’t. Regardless she would know a Dominant male; that was the only reason for her reaction.”
“In another time and place, how would she have responded?”
No matter how kind-hearted the female seemed to be, she was still a Tech. Yoochun tried hard to keep his dislike from his features as he eyed her, and without effort a snap of his power escaped his hold and wound around the Tech before him. “She would have avoided my gaze and hoped she did not attract my attention… And if she had that, she would hope very strongly I was not displeased.”
He could kill her, just like this. Without raising a single alarm, without a noticeable effort. Just have done with her. Reach into her mind and shatter it, ending her life as was his right. She was one of many that kept him prisoner, in spite of knowing it was wrong. She had much to be held accountable for, but not all.
Not all of it was her sin. Knowing this, he retracted the twist of power from around her, returning it to within his grasp. Now was not the time to use such a skill, he knew it. He had not seen, and so Yoochun would not act. Not yet.
SaHee shivered and glanced away from him, away from the rage burning deep in his eyes, losing the brief battle of wills whether she understood it or not. Victory flared along his senses and made him fight a smile. One day he’d leave this place in ashes, and the Kin-Techs would repent for their sins.
Until then, let them think he was simply a ‘Dominant’… By the time they figured it out, it would be too late. As strongly as he wished for that day, he would wait. There were things, some things, which were more important than his wish for retribution and escape. Those lesser things could wait, for now.
“Do you want to return to the common-rooms or your dorm?” She asked in a soft voice, still not looking at him.
The Angel’s senses flared, stretched, then retreated, withdrawing into him after finding the answer he sought. “My room.”
A soft voice beckoned on the edge of his perception. ‘I’m waiting, Son of Uriel…’
He could not help but croon. ‘Soon… I will be with you soon.’
***
"Ch 6: "New Home"
I know, I know.. I have NO will power... She's my Kryptonite or something, ok? I can't help it. You know you're all damned grateful to her anyway... Bitch has mad skill. Baby, did you love?