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kinkfestTitle: Berserk and Perverse
Author/Artist: CalliopePurple
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, brief gore
Prompt: Crossover, Yami no Matsuei/Weiss Kreuz, Muraki/Farfarello: blood/torture - What twisted fun we could have
Word count: 980
Summary: Muraki meets another member of Schwarz when the moon is full
A/N: Sequel to Head Game, from earlier this month. Title and cut text from "Alive", from the Jekyll and Hyde musical
Muraki thought that he would get no further visits from Brad Crawford, thought nothing much about the notion that he'd left that lunch with his mind somehow violated, after holding his end of the bargain and finding the American's end to be more than adequate. The explosives sank the ship and all evidence of his organ trafficking nicely while in Japan, a schoolgirl and her missing kidney made for quite the stir. Apparently the one he'd taught lacked the proper amount of discretion to either kill once done or render donors incapable of escaping so they could be used for future harvesting. A pity, when he'd otherwise seemed skilled and willing to learn from experienced hands. He encountered and worked with all manners of people in his work and most of them simply came and went through, useful once but no more.
One cool evening, as he did rounds in a small hospital emergency room, he ended up proven wrong. Crawford sat in an exam room next to a man Muraki hadn't met the last time they spoke. He seemed to be the patient, since cuts and what he guessed to be chemical burns dotted his arms. Muraki looked at them, picked up the chart, and opened his mouth to speak before Crawford cut in.
"Dr. Muraki, this is a coworker of mine. He feels no pain and simply needs the worst of his injuries cleaned, stitched, and bandaged. I trust you not to question how he came by them."
"I would be a bad professional if I questioned my patients too closely. What they choose to reveal is up to them." Muraki tended to the burns first. Now that he had a closer look at them, his guess was confirmed - either a strong acid or strong base. The realization made his mind flicker to things he'd heard on the news recently about priests being burned with acid. If this man, who didn't even flinch when a needle pierced his flesh, was behind it, Muraki would once again wonder about these people he'd now twice worked with and ask Oriya to use his connections and possibly find out more. His friend had many uses other than hiding evidence.
Minutes quietly passed until Muraki finished his work. The patient looked at some of the bandages, smiled a predator's grin, and stood up. "Be more careful tonight, Farfarello," Muraki heard Crawford say as they left.
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A full red moon shone down on Muraki as he left the hospital that night. He waved politely at the people on the sidewalk who recognized him and made his way to a small church about a block away, where he sometimes rested to clear his mind before starting out to take advantage of the night. He didn't expect anyone to be around to see him or speak to him. As he pulled the first set of doors open, though, he heard agonized screams and felt someone's life energy leaking from them as they drew close to death. Muraki tugged the second doors open and looked down the center aisle to see the man from earlier – Farfarello – gleefully pouring acid all over the old priest while he lay helpless on the floor.
His hand went into his pocket. Muraki grabbed the scalpel he'd planned on using elsewhere tonight and he walked towards the priest intently, scalpel blade glinting when the moonlight through the window hit it. "What twisted fun we could have if we worked together," he murmured at Farfarello. Muraki grinned darkly and sliced the priest's throat without hesitation. Blood spurted from severed arteries and landed on both of their clothes; they both laughed at either it or the gurgling noises he made as he tried to breathe but failed to get air.
It didn't take long for the priest to die. Muraki thought he heard Farfarello say something to him, but the words seemed unimportant when compared to the sounds of people approaching. "Leave no witnesses." Muraki saw Farfarello grab a different weapon and licked the blade. They agreed on that; it would make things easier.
The people, dressed for a late night service, stood little chance. Muraki dropped the scalpel in exchange for a knife to make his work faster. With the moon shining down on him, he could take all of their energy and make it his own – six deaths in one night would make him very strong. He pressed a man against the wall and sliced open his stomach deep enough that his guts spilled onto the floor before stabbing again, up under the ribcage to pierce his heart. Everyone's screams excited him and made his blood race through his body in a delicious way.
He paid little attention to the specifics of how Farfarello killed, only noted that he moved quickly and enjoyed the act enough to grin the entire time. They both stabbed the same woman at nearly identical moments – one blade through her chest and the other through her throat. Even more blood poured over Muraki's hands and stained his white coat when he pulled the knife out.
That left a child, a girl of around 10, who'd huddled herself into a corner to try and hide. She looked like a terrified little doll. Muraki went over to her and drew the blade across her cheekbone to hear her scream and beg for her life. He sliced her dress open and pressed a messy hand against her undeveloped chest, but didn't violate her more. If he sealed her memory, she would live forever wondering what had or hadn't happened to her and Muraki enjoyed the thought of that. He pressed his hands to her temples and called upon that special skill. Only after she passed out did he stand up. Farfarello had already left.
Maybe they would run into each other for twisted fun again some day.
Author/Artist: CalliopePurple
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, brief gore
Prompt: Crossover, Yami no Matsuei/Weiss Kreuz, Muraki/Farfarello: blood/torture - What twisted fun we could have
Word count: 980
Summary: Muraki meets another member of Schwarz when the moon is full
A/N: Sequel to Head Game, from earlier this month. Title and cut text from "Alive", from the Jekyll and Hyde musical
Muraki thought that he would get no further visits from Brad Crawford, thought nothing much about the notion that he'd left that lunch with his mind somehow violated, after holding his end of the bargain and finding the American's end to be more than adequate. The explosives sank the ship and all evidence of his organ trafficking nicely while in Japan, a schoolgirl and her missing kidney made for quite the stir. Apparently the one he'd taught lacked the proper amount of discretion to either kill once done or render donors incapable of escaping so they could be used for future harvesting. A pity, when he'd otherwise seemed skilled and willing to learn from experienced hands. He encountered and worked with all manners of people in his work and most of them simply came and went through, useful once but no more.
One cool evening, as he did rounds in a small hospital emergency room, he ended up proven wrong. Crawford sat in an exam room next to a man Muraki hadn't met the last time they spoke. He seemed to be the patient, since cuts and what he guessed to be chemical burns dotted his arms. Muraki looked at them, picked up the chart, and opened his mouth to speak before Crawford cut in.
"Dr. Muraki, this is a coworker of mine. He feels no pain and simply needs the worst of his injuries cleaned, stitched, and bandaged. I trust you not to question how he came by them."
"I would be a bad professional if I questioned my patients too closely. What they choose to reveal is up to them." Muraki tended to the burns first. Now that he had a closer look at them, his guess was confirmed - either a strong acid or strong base. The realization made his mind flicker to things he'd heard on the news recently about priests being burned with acid. If this man, who didn't even flinch when a needle pierced his flesh, was behind it, Muraki would once again wonder about these people he'd now twice worked with and ask Oriya to use his connections and possibly find out more. His friend had many uses other than hiding evidence.
Minutes quietly passed until Muraki finished his work. The patient looked at some of the bandages, smiled a predator's grin, and stood up. "Be more careful tonight, Farfarello," Muraki heard Crawford say as they left.
A full red moon shone down on Muraki as he left the hospital that night. He waved politely at the people on the sidewalk who recognized him and made his way to a small church about a block away, where he sometimes rested to clear his mind before starting out to take advantage of the night. He didn't expect anyone to be around to see him or speak to him. As he pulled the first set of doors open, though, he heard agonized screams and felt someone's life energy leaking from them as they drew close to death. Muraki tugged the second doors open and looked down the center aisle to see the man from earlier – Farfarello – gleefully pouring acid all over the old priest while he lay helpless on the floor.
His hand went into his pocket. Muraki grabbed the scalpel he'd planned on using elsewhere tonight and he walked towards the priest intently, scalpel blade glinting when the moonlight through the window hit it. "What twisted fun we could have if we worked together," he murmured at Farfarello. Muraki grinned darkly and sliced the priest's throat without hesitation. Blood spurted from severed arteries and landed on both of their clothes; they both laughed at either it or the gurgling noises he made as he tried to breathe but failed to get air.
It didn't take long for the priest to die. Muraki thought he heard Farfarello say something to him, but the words seemed unimportant when compared to the sounds of people approaching. "Leave no witnesses." Muraki saw Farfarello grab a different weapon and licked the blade. They agreed on that; it would make things easier.
The people, dressed for a late night service, stood little chance. Muraki dropped the scalpel in exchange for a knife to make his work faster. With the moon shining down on him, he could take all of their energy and make it his own – six deaths in one night would make him very strong. He pressed a man against the wall and sliced open his stomach deep enough that his guts spilled onto the floor before stabbing again, up under the ribcage to pierce his heart. Everyone's screams excited him and made his blood race through his body in a delicious way.
He paid little attention to the specifics of how Farfarello killed, only noted that he moved quickly and enjoyed the act enough to grin the entire time. They both stabbed the same woman at nearly identical moments – one blade through her chest and the other through her throat. Even more blood poured over Muraki's hands and stained his white coat when he pulled the knife out.
That left a child, a girl of around 10, who'd huddled herself into a corner to try and hide. She looked like a terrified little doll. Muraki went over to her and drew the blade across her cheekbone to hear her scream and beg for her life. He sliced her dress open and pressed a messy hand against her undeveloped chest, but didn't violate her more. If he sealed her memory, she would live forever wondering what had or hadn't happened to her and Muraki enjoyed the thought of that. He pressed his hands to her temples and called upon that special skill. Only after she passed out did he stand up. Farfarello had already left.
Maybe they would run into each other for twisted fun again some day.
