Ignis 8/?
Title: Ignis /Chapter 8 - "Revelations"
Author: kaybee38
Rating: PG
Pairings: Minho/Onew, Taemin/Sulli, JongKey, broken!Minho/Yuri
Genre: fantasy, sci-fi, character death
Disclaimer: SHinee is owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Teneo are humans that live among us that have a genetic mutation that gives them the ability to live on indefinitely. They each have unique abilities and they don't physically age past 25. They all lead double lives since their "gifts" are a secret, some not even realizing that there are others like them. But someone has found a way to kill them. Jonghyun, with the help of a covert society has been secretly trying to warn and protect as many of his kind as he can before it's too late. Onew, Minho, Taemin and Sulli all end up joining forces with him to try to track down the killer before they can strike again. The bonds that grow between them along with their powers might be enough to save them, but the killer is closer to them than they realize.
A/N: LJ hates me. After this post somehow got deleted, I did it over just to get caught in that LJ maintenance thing. Well folks, let the fun begin....
Prologue [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Chap. 8 - "Revelations"
Jonghyun parked his 1965 hardtop Stingray in front of a diner which just so happened to be on the same street as the building that had the fire the previous week. Onew got out of the car and slammed the door.
He was pissed.
“Hey! Take it easy! She cost me a fortune to restore.”
Jonghyun loved old cars, like Onew loved old watches...and chicken.
“You lied to me.”
Onew pointed a stubby index finger at Jonghyun, eyes narrowed before he pushed the diner door open, not waiting to hold it for Jonghyun, who subsequently walked right into the glass, not looking where he was going as he set the alarm on his car. Frowning, and rubbing his cheek, Jonghyun pulled the door open scowling at Onew as they were both greeted by a waitress.
“Hi there, I’m Sunny! Feel free to take a seat anywhere and someone will be right with you.” Before she could run off, Onew tugged at her arm gently.
“Um...excuse me Miss, but do you have fried chicken on the menu?” Onew was all set to bolt if the response was anything but the affirmative.
“Of course! It’s one of our specials.” Sunny replied with a smile. Jonghyun’s grin almost split his face in half as he pushed past Onew and jumped into the seat in the booth facing the door.
“See New? I didn’t lie.”
Jonghyun was staring across the booth over Onew’s shoulder; as Onew followed his gaze across the restaurant it landed on Sunny’s backside as she bent to pick something up.
“Would you gentlemen like some coffee or are you ready to order?” Onew whipped his head around so fast he actually cracked his neck.
“Both.” Jonghyun answered smiling up at yet another pretty waitress. Onew grimaced rubbing his neck and nodded as she poured coffee into the mugs on the table.
“He’ll have the chicken special, and...is that key lime pie over there?”
“It sure is.”
“I’ll have a slice of that then.”
The waitress nodded and smiled. “I’m Jessica. I’ll be back in a few minutes with your order.” Jonghyun followed Jessica with his eyes as she walked away. Enjoying the view, he grinned.
“I really like this place.”
“Whatever Jjong, you're such a perv. I swear to God you'll screw anyone.” Onew retorted still rubbing his aching neck. “...and for the record, you DID lie to me.”
“No I didn’t. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth. There’s a difference.”
Onew scowled.
“Besides. You do it all the time Onew.”
Onew froze and glared at Jonghyun, who returned his steely gaze. Jonghyun never called him by his full name unless he was about to say something serious.
“What are you talking about?”
“You omit portions of the truth to protect what’s precious to you.” Onew was confused. This is when Jonghyun usually would ask Onew his opinion of a relationship, an exam, a patient, an interior paint color or other matter deemed serious to Jonghyun.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Onew suddenly didn’t like the tone of the conversation and directed his gaze out the window after gesturing to Jonghyun.
“Look, just forget I said anything ok? Drink your coffee.”
Jonghyun smirked looking at the cup already in his hands and sat back in the booth, the red pleather squeaking under the effort..
“Relax. I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. It’s understandable. It’s what we have to do to survive.” Onew was really starting to get aggravated.
“You’re spouting nonsense Jjong.” Jonghyun sensed Onew’s tone getting darker it and decided it was now or never.
“You lied to me earlier about when you got that watch.”
“I-I did not!” Onew stuttered. “I told you my father gave it to me for my birthday!” Jonghyun smiled and sipped his coffee calmly.
“Yes. That part is true, but...”Jonghyun leaned in and lowered his voice so that only Onew could hear him.
“...what you failed to mention, is that when you received the watch, it wasn’t an antique collectible like it is now.”
Jonghyun looked at Onew’s face which was quickly becoming pale and smiled.
“It was brand new in 1947, when you got it as a present from your father on your 42nd birthday.”
Impossible. How did he know?
For the first time in Onew’s (very long) life, he didn’t notice the chicken that was placed in front of him.
------
After checking the inventory and taking and boxing up online orders, Minho found himself nodding off again. He tried to take a sip from his travel mug when he realized it was empty.
Maybe he’d better get some more coffee.
Minho's lack of sleep from the night before was beginning to take it’s toll on him. And although the store hardly had any customers, he at least wanted to be awake for the ones that might make an appearance. He checked the empty store again for customers and flipped the sign on the door around to read. “Back in 10 Minutes”. He locked the door and headed out of the alley and across the street.
------
Jonghyun ate his pie in silence as Onew stared at him for a long time.
“How did you...?”
“You heal quickly from non-life threatening injuries.” Jonghyun interrupted,
“Doesn’t everybody? That’s why they’re called "non-threatening, Jjong.”
“...you never get sick, you’re over 100 years old and you have a gift. What it is yet, I’m still not quite sure,"
Onew swallowed hard.
“.. but two things I do know....Unless someone kills you or you kill yourself, you will never die.”
“And you are not the only one.”
Onew’s eyes filled with tears at the last statement. All of his life he’d thought that he’d had some weird ailment. Cuts healed quickly, his lack of aging couldn’t be explained which forced him to move around from town to town every 10 years or so trying not to make too many friends, because he knew that he’d just have to leave them. He longed for companionship but was unable to give it. Sure he’d had lovers, gorgeous women and even a couple of men but how could he get married or have children if they all would grow old and leave him one day? He didn't even know if whatever this was was hereditary? His brother JongKi had been his only confidant and companion, and he even took care of him into his old age. He was with him the moment he passed away; the moment that he was truly left alone in this cruel world. It was his own personal pain and penance of lonliness that he’d never shared with anyone and now here was someone telling him that he wasn’t alone. It must be some cruel joke.
There are others?
“H-How do you know? Who are you?”
Jonghyun grinned at Onew as he stood and motioned for Onew to scoot over so that he could sit next to him. Onew looked confused as he realized his face was wet with tears and he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Jonghyun picked up the fork he was just eating his pie with, and licked it clean. Looking around to see if they were being observed, he held it up in front of him as if he was inspecting it.
Then setting his jaw, Jonghyun plunged the fork’s prongs right into his hand.
-------
When Minho walked up to the cafe, he paused a moment to appreciate the Corvette Stingray parked in front.
1963, ‘65 maybe?
He looked around to see if the owner was near. It was a classic car and seemed to be in pristine condition. Stealing one last appreciative glance, he rounded the car and entered the diner. Jessica was cleaning off the counter and taking a customer’s order as he came in. She smiled as he walked up to the counter.
“Hey Minho! What can I do for ya?”
“Just some coffee Jess, I gotta get back to the store.”
“Coming right up.”
---------
“Holy shit Jjong! What the hell are you doing?” Onew hissed as he grabbed a napkin from the table and furiously pressed his hand into Jonghyun’s injured one, applying pressure to the the bleeding wound as Jonghyun looked at him amused.
“Are you out of your mind? What did you do that for?”
Jonghyun closed his hand around the napkin and pulled it away from Onew. He then popped up out of his seat, making his way back around the booth to resume his place across the table from his partner, facing the door. After wiping up a bit of the blood he pressed his palms together for a few seconds. Onew thought he saw Jonghyun's hands actually glow slightly for a moment. He refused to acknowledge what his eyes were telling him, it was all to much really. Almost as if accepting what he saw as real would shove him right off sanity's cliff. After a few seconds, Jonghyun held out his injured hand and wiggled his fingers in the air, waving at Onew.
The four bleeding puncture wounds that Onew had just seen were now completely gone.
Onew grabbed jonghyun’s hand and stared at it inspecting it like a palm reader as he traced his forefinger across it looking for any sign of puncture wounds or broken skin. He flipped it over and inspected the back of Jonghyun’s hand as well.
“If you hold onto me much longer, I’ll consider this a date, and the bill’s on you”.
“What the hell Jjong? What are you?” Jonghyun gave Onew a lopsided smirk, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he gave Onew's hand a squeeze/
“I’m Teneo, same as you. And I’m a healer Onew….that’s my gift. What’s yours?”
---------------
Minho froze suddenly like a statue at the diner’s counter. His eyes growing wide as he suddenly discerned the familiar presence of two men. His mind raced through various scenarios and outcomes, none of them favorable. He had to get out of there.
Fast.
***********************
A/N: So um yeah. if you did the math, then you'll know that Onew is 105. Doesn't he look good for his age? I also decided to take a stab at creating some art for this fic. I can't draw, but I can use Photoshop like a champ. Below is my interpretation of Minho's telelpathic/empathic character. (I did not create the vector art myself, some of it is just random stuff I grabbed off the web for texture and light and the vortex art was created by xero-sama (their work can be found here). See if you can figure out who else is in the picture. I'm gonna try to create one of these for each main character in Ignis. However, if you are artistically inclined and are inspired by this fic, feel free to create some art of your own and I'll feature it in future Ignis posts. Thanks for reading! Y'all know I love comments and I've noticed a lot of anon guests lately, so I've gonna start leaving an anon spot for ya.
CLICK PIC TWICE TO SEE LARGER
This is Jonghyun's car. A 1965 hardtop Corvette StingRay (and hopefully one day mine too). *stares*
Author: kaybee38
Rating: PG
Pairings: Minho/Onew, Taemin/Sulli, JongKey, broken!Minho/Yuri
Genre: fantasy, sci-fi, character death
Disclaimer: SHinee is owned by SM Entertainment only
Summary: Teneo are humans that live among us that have a genetic mutation that gives them the ability to live on indefinitely. They each have unique abilities and they don't physically age past 25. They all lead double lives since their "gifts" are a secret, some not even realizing that there are others like them. But someone has found a way to kill them. Jonghyun, with the help of a covert society has been secretly trying to warn and protect as many of his kind as he can before it's too late. Onew, Minho, Taemin and Sulli all end up joining forces with him to try to track down the killer before they can strike again. The bonds that grow between them along with their powers might be enough to save them, but the killer is closer to them than they realize.
A/N: LJ hates me. After this post somehow got deleted, I did it over just to get caught in that LJ maintenance thing. Well folks, let the fun begin....
Prologue [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]
Chap. 8 - "Revelations"
Jonghyun parked his 1965 hardtop Stingray in front of a diner which just so happened to be on the same street as the building that had the fire the previous week. Onew got out of the car and slammed the door.
He was pissed.
“Hey! Take it easy! She cost me a fortune to restore.”
Jonghyun loved old cars, like Onew loved old watches...and chicken.
“You lied to me.”
Onew pointed a stubby index finger at Jonghyun, eyes narrowed before he pushed the diner door open, not waiting to hold it for Jonghyun, who subsequently walked right into the glass, not looking where he was going as he set the alarm on his car. Frowning, and rubbing his cheek, Jonghyun pulled the door open scowling at Onew as they were both greeted by a waitress.
“Hi there, I’m Sunny! Feel free to take a seat anywhere and someone will be right with you.” Before she could run off, Onew tugged at her arm gently.
“Um...excuse me Miss, but do you have fried chicken on the menu?” Onew was all set to bolt if the response was anything but the affirmative.
“Of course! It’s one of our specials.” Sunny replied with a smile. Jonghyun’s grin almost split his face in half as he pushed past Onew and jumped into the seat in the booth facing the door.
“See New? I didn’t lie.”
Jonghyun was staring across the booth over Onew’s shoulder; as Onew followed his gaze across the restaurant it landed on Sunny’s backside as she bent to pick something up.
“Would you gentlemen like some coffee or are you ready to order?” Onew whipped his head around so fast he actually cracked his neck.
“Both.” Jonghyun answered smiling up at yet another pretty waitress. Onew grimaced rubbing his neck and nodded as she poured coffee into the mugs on the table.
“He’ll have the chicken special, and...is that key lime pie over there?”
“It sure is.”
“I’ll have a slice of that then.”
The waitress nodded and smiled. “I’m Jessica. I’ll be back in a few minutes with your order.” Jonghyun followed Jessica with his eyes as she walked away. Enjoying the view, he grinned.
“I really like this place.”
“Whatever Jjong, you're such a perv. I swear to God you'll screw anyone.” Onew retorted still rubbing his aching neck. “...and for the record, you DID lie to me.”
“No I didn’t. I just didn’t tell you the whole truth. There’s a difference.”
Onew scowled.
“Besides. You do it all the time Onew.”
Onew froze and glared at Jonghyun, who returned his steely gaze. Jonghyun never called him by his full name unless he was about to say something serious.
“What are you talking about?”
“You omit portions of the truth to protect what’s precious to you.” Onew was confused. This is when Jonghyun usually would ask Onew his opinion of a relationship, an exam, a patient, an interior paint color or other matter deemed serious to Jonghyun.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Onew suddenly didn’t like the tone of the conversation and directed his gaze out the window after gesturing to Jonghyun.
“Look, just forget I said anything ok? Drink your coffee.”
Jonghyun smirked looking at the cup already in his hands and sat back in the booth, the red pleather squeaking under the effort..
“Relax. I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine. It’s understandable. It’s what we have to do to survive.” Onew was really starting to get aggravated.
“You’re spouting nonsense Jjong.” Jonghyun sensed Onew’s tone getting darker it and decided it was now or never.
“You lied to me earlier about when you got that watch.”
“I-I did not!” Onew stuttered. “I told you my father gave it to me for my birthday!” Jonghyun smiled and sipped his coffee calmly.
“Yes. That part is true, but...”Jonghyun leaned in and lowered his voice so that only Onew could hear him.
“...what you failed to mention, is that when you received the watch, it wasn’t an antique collectible like it is now.”
Jonghyun looked at Onew’s face which was quickly becoming pale and smiled.
“It was brand new in 1947, when you got it as a present from your father on your 42nd birthday.”
Impossible. How did he know?
For the first time in Onew’s (very long) life, he didn’t notice the chicken that was placed in front of him.
------
After checking the inventory and taking and boxing up online orders, Minho found himself nodding off again. He tried to take a sip from his travel mug when he realized it was empty.
Maybe he’d better get some more coffee.
Minho's lack of sleep from the night before was beginning to take it’s toll on him. And although the store hardly had any customers, he at least wanted to be awake for the ones that might make an appearance. He checked the empty store again for customers and flipped the sign on the door around to read. “Back in 10 Minutes”. He locked the door and headed out of the alley and across the street.
------
Jonghyun ate his pie in silence as Onew stared at him for a long time.
“How did you...?”
“You heal quickly from non-life threatening injuries.” Jonghyun interrupted,
“Doesn’t everybody? That’s why they’re called "non-threatening, Jjong.”
“...you never get sick, you’re over 100 years old and you have a gift. What it is yet, I’m still not quite sure,"
Onew swallowed hard.
“.. but two things I do know....Unless someone kills you or you kill yourself, you will never die.”
“And you are not the only one.”
Onew’s eyes filled with tears at the last statement. All of his life he’d thought that he’d had some weird ailment. Cuts healed quickly, his lack of aging couldn’t be explained which forced him to move around from town to town every 10 years or so trying not to make too many friends, because he knew that he’d just have to leave them. He longed for companionship but was unable to give it. Sure he’d had lovers, gorgeous women and even a couple of men but how could he get married or have children if they all would grow old and leave him one day? He didn't even know if whatever this was was hereditary? His brother JongKi had been his only confidant and companion, and he even took care of him into his old age. He was with him the moment he passed away; the moment that he was truly left alone in this cruel world. It was his own personal pain and penance of lonliness that he’d never shared with anyone and now here was someone telling him that he wasn’t alone. It must be some cruel joke.
There are others?
“H-How do you know? Who are you?”
Jonghyun grinned at Onew as he stood and motioned for Onew to scoot over so that he could sit next to him. Onew looked confused as he realized his face was wet with tears and he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Jonghyun picked up the fork he was just eating his pie with, and licked it clean. Looking around to see if they were being observed, he held it up in front of him as if he was inspecting it.
Then setting his jaw, Jonghyun plunged the fork’s prongs right into his hand.
-------
When Minho walked up to the cafe, he paused a moment to appreciate the Corvette Stingray parked in front.
1963, ‘65 maybe?
He looked around to see if the owner was near. It was a classic car and seemed to be in pristine condition. Stealing one last appreciative glance, he rounded the car and entered the diner. Jessica was cleaning off the counter and taking a customer’s order as he came in. She smiled as he walked up to the counter.
“Hey Minho! What can I do for ya?”
“Just some coffee Jess, I gotta get back to the store.”
“Coming right up.”
---------
“Holy shit Jjong! What the hell are you doing?” Onew hissed as he grabbed a napkin from the table and furiously pressed his hand into Jonghyun’s injured one, applying pressure to the the bleeding wound as Jonghyun looked at him amused.
“Are you out of your mind? What did you do that for?”
Jonghyun closed his hand around the napkin and pulled it away from Onew. He then popped up out of his seat, making his way back around the booth to resume his place across the table from his partner, facing the door. After wiping up a bit of the blood he pressed his palms together for a few seconds. Onew thought he saw Jonghyun's hands actually glow slightly for a moment. He refused to acknowledge what his eyes were telling him, it was all to much really. Almost as if accepting what he saw as real would shove him right off sanity's cliff. After a few seconds, Jonghyun held out his injured hand and wiggled his fingers in the air, waving at Onew.
The four bleeding puncture wounds that Onew had just seen were now completely gone.
Onew grabbed jonghyun’s hand and stared at it inspecting it like a palm reader as he traced his forefinger across it looking for any sign of puncture wounds or broken skin. He flipped it over and inspected the back of Jonghyun’s hand as well.
“If you hold onto me much longer, I’ll consider this a date, and the bill’s on you”.
“What the hell Jjong? What are you?” Jonghyun gave Onew a lopsided smirk, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he gave Onew's hand a squeeze/
“I’m Teneo, same as you. And I’m a healer Onew….that’s my gift. What’s yours?”
---------------
Minho froze suddenly like a statue at the diner’s counter. His eyes growing wide as he suddenly discerned the familiar presence of two men. His mind raced through various scenarios and outcomes, none of them favorable. He had to get out of there.
Fast.
***********************
A/N: So um yeah. if you did the math, then you'll know that Onew is 105. Doesn't he look good for his age? I also decided to take a stab at creating some art for this fic. I can't draw, but I can use Photoshop like a champ. Below is my interpretation of Minho's telelpathic/empathic character. (I did not create the vector art myself, some of it is just random stuff I grabbed off the web for texture and light and the vortex art was created by xero-sama (their work can be found here). See if you can figure out who else is in the picture. I'm gonna try to create one of these for each main character in Ignis. However, if you are artistically inclined and are inspired by this fic, feel free to create some art of your own and I'll feature it in future Ignis posts. Thanks for reading! Y'all know I love comments and I've noticed a lot of anon guests lately, so I've gonna start leaving an anon spot for ya.
CLICK PIC TWICE TO SEE LARGER
This is Jonghyun's car. A 1965 hardtop Corvette StingRay (and hopefully one day mine too). *stares*