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Title: The heart that I'm hearing.
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping/Tentacleshipping.
Table and prompt: Table #.
Summary:
Word count: .
Rating: R-18.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Yuma tried to stay quiet, as quiet as his breathing would let him.
Adrenaline rushing through his blood while the cold hand of fear squeezed his insides, though, made it hard to control himself in this kind of situation.
With luck, he wouldn't be noticed, with more luck, he would be able to escape alive from this.
.
No one knew from where it came or what it was, but soon the fiction portrayed in so many movies and stories started to turn into reality; people were losing their minds, their skin decayed, their voice turned into ugly screeches and their only purpose was to eat. Eat. And eat.
Society tried to unite against them, to eradicate the plague, but the virus (or whatever it was) seemed strong enough to survive any kind of attack the countries could think of.
What seemed like a small disease, easy to control, spread like wildfire.
Soon enough, big cities turned into cemeteries, home of zombies and corpses of people that refused to turn into one of them, preferring to take their own lives.
Although things seemed hopeless, some humans did survive, at least enough to find out what had turned more than half of the entire planet into brainless monsters.
.
The tower at the center of Heartland was one of the last safe places in the entire city. It still had water, food and electricity, as well as a small team of scientists looking for a cure.
“How do we know they are not only another victim?” Yuma asked, his voice traveling around the big laboratory.
He was standing near a glass tank, a tube connected to both ceiling and floor, full of a transparent liquid. Amidst the cables and said substance, two persons floated, imobile, almost dead, but Kaito had said they were on animated suspension.
“They don't have many human characteristics.” Tenjo was too busy with the data he was getting from the scanners to bother with Yuma and his inquiries.
“Well, but after someone turns into a zombie they don't really look like humans… But they are.” He took a step closer and carefully pressed a hand against the glass. It was cold.
“Yuma.” Kaito was exasperated, finally looking at one of the last persons he knew that wasn't dead. “They have blue and black skin.” He announced in a tone that ended the discussion.
It was clear how Kaito found the whole situation, at the very least, suspect; they had find two distinct life forms and managed to capture both without too much struggle.
Was it some kind of trap?
“...They look human to me.” Yuma whispered to himself, facing the persons inside the tube.
.
“We can't find more information without really cutting through their bodies. If we want to prove the theory that the zombie virus came from things like them, we need to open the skin and see what is inside.” Faker was looking through the information Kaito managed to collect during previous days.
“Don’t you think the possibility of them waking up is bigger when out of the tank?” Christopher seemed tense, but he knew the key to a possible cure resided inside those beings.
“We have been living from theories and suppositions long enough.” Kaito marched away from the window, from where he could see the decaying city of Heartland. “Those two came from a place that is not Earth, I am sure the zombie episode has something to do with them. It is risky, but we are running out of time.”
Faker looked at Christopher before getting up from the chair.
“We are running out of options too.”
.
Communication between survivors was almost severed, no matter if inside the same city, state or country; phone companies didn't work anymore and it was becoming increasingly difficult to find a place with power, which meant that the few communities scattered around the world had small chances of exchanging information.
If they did find something useful inside those beings, they would need to research by themselves.
“Bring your friends to your own room and only leave when I tell you to.” Kaito was checking the equipment they would use during the surgery, Yuma walking behind him.
“Why that? You said--”
“Just go to your room. You staying here would be just one more problem.”
Yuma made his hands into fists, his eyes full of an anger that easily awakened.
“I know how to take care of myself! I am not a kid anymore, Kaito!” He turned and stomped his way to the corridor, away from Kaito and the others.
.
It happened while Yuma was looking for Kotori.
The sirens suddenly started to ring, causing the security robots to leave their places.
Suddenly, it was like the world was falling apart, as if Yuma was at his house, seeing his parents being killed by Akari once again. Screaming, bleeding, thrashing, begging...
The little hero residing in his heart made him come back to reality, though, screaming that his friends, the alive ones, needed help.
He ran. First going to the floor where all the rooms were. Kotori, Cathy and Tetsuo should be there, probably desperate because of the sirens.
What greeted Yuma, though, was not the people he knew for years; when he finally reached his destination, a single person was standing in the middle of the corridor, right in front of Kotori’s room.
Yuma immediately took a step back, assuming a defensive pose, his eyes catching the light of the sparse light bulbs and glowing, the redness of his irises standing out.
“You came.” The being said with a voice that certainly wasn't of that world; it had a faint hiss, as if more than one person was talking at the same time.
“What are you doing here?!” Yuma asked valiantly, letting his anger take control and using it to ground his feet, to forget the possibility of running and leaving his friends behind.
“What a defiant boy.” The black-skinned alien showed a smile, pulling their lips and letting Yuma have a good look at the sharp, cerrated teeth.
The human felt a mix of repulse and fear, but he didn't back away, still looking at mismatched eyes, almost daring them to do something.
“Yuma, was it?” Every time they talked, it seemed full of sarcasm and disdain. “I will give you my name, so you can scream it while I chase you.” They suddenly took a step ahead, not bothering in hiding a smile when Yuma slightly jumped in place. “Call me Ninety-six, or Black Mist, both would sound good coming out of your little mouth.”
“Where are my friends?!” Yuma shouted, rising a fist. “The sirens are because of you, aren't they?”
Ninety-six snickered, crossing their arms.
“How can you accuse me of something without having any proofs?”
“Because of only looking at you, I know you are evil.”
Black Mist was, until then, having fun. It was a very rewarding activity, messing up with people's minds, but a thing that Ninety-six failed to admit was that their own psyche wasn't as tough as they liked to think. It was relatively easy to destabilize the alien.
For a moment, all the malice on their expression gave way to pure hatred, and Yuma felt the emotion hit him in waves, as if it was almost tangible.
“You know what, sweetheart.” But it all lasted just for a few seconds; Black Mist soon showed another sharp smile. “You are smart. For it, I will give you a reward. Run. I will give you one minute, is this good enough?”
“What about my friends, what did you do to them?!”
“Want to check for yourself? Open the doors and look. I won't move until you are done.”
Yuma still wanted to know a lot of things that, probably, only Black Mist knew the answers, but the pressing matter was to know about his friends whereabouts.
“I don't trust you.”
“I don't recall asking you to. Time is running short, baby, I am not someone with a lot of patience…” Ninety-six found it adorable when the human started to walk backwards, facing them all the time. “I don't bite, love.”
But Yuma wasn’t really listening, opening door after door and noticing that none of his friends were there.
“What did you to Kaito and the others?!” He was asking meanwhile.
“You shouldn't ask me. Astral is the one taking care of those.” They sounded bored, following Yuma with their eyes. “20 seconds.”
“Astral? The other one? But I thought you were both unconscious!” Yuma was trying to see if Cathy was hiding in some corner of her own room, but it was empty.
“We never were, pet, we just needed a distraction and an excuse to enter this tower. Just like now.”
Yuma didn't really understand the meaning until he turned, seeing that at the end of the corridor, opposite of Ninety-six, the other alien stood, the blue of their skin glowing under the partial darkness.
It was a trap.
“--What are--”
“Run.” Black Mist’s voice sounded right at Yuma's ear, sending a chill down his spine.
The human let out a cry, finally giving in and running, his legs moving and taking him to another place, leaving both aliens behind.
“I think we choose well.” Ninety-six floated, feeling the tip of their hands vibrate with the thought of chasing Yuma and grabbing him by the hair. “He has a big mouth, but not that training wouldn't fix it.”
“You know very well we shouldn't waste time, especially with chasing games.”
Astral was always trying to be serious and ruin the fun.
“You don't need to come. In fact, why don't you worry about finding the others humans and locking them down?” Ninety-six sounded exasperated. “By then, I will have this human pinned down and controlled.”
“We can't afford interruptions…” Astral muttered to themself. “I will look for the others”.
“Good Astral.”
.
Yuma was running through a corridor, screaming for his friends, asking if they were around.
The sirens were still flashing, coloring the walls and floor with red.
He didn't know what really had happened, but supposed those aliens woken up when Kaito, Faker and Christopher tried to cut their skin.
What had happened to them, though? Were they alive? Hurt?
“Captive.” The voice made Yuma snap his neck back, the boy almost slipping and falling to the ground.
It was Ninety-six, levitating, black tendrils left their body, big tentacles sprouting from their back.
“They will be useful later.” They shortly explained, knowing very well that this arose more bad feelings than relief.
“What do you want from us?!” Yuma was meters ahead, while Black Mist lagged back.
“Humans are not the brightest species, are they? Or maybe it's just you, my love?” Ninety-six let Yuma run, not knowing where he was headed, but not caring; he wouldn't make it. “That thing they said, about us being responsible for the zombie virus… They are right.”
“What are you talking about?!” Yuma was already panting. Ninety-six could even feel the smell of his sweat. It was sweet.
“We carry this disease, we spread it. If I touch you, you will turn into a zombie; isn't it magical?” A short laugh before Yuma exploded.
“Shut up! You are nothing!” He was so mad that he stopped running, facing Black Mist fully. “Kaito captured you and your friend with his hands tied on his back!”
Yuma only had the time to blink.
The floor at his side suddenly broke into pieces while a small cut opened on his forearm, blood coming out it slowly.
Ninety-six’s tendril had dug the ground, millimeters away from Yuma himself.
“Don’t test me, boy, I will catch you and rip your mouth apart. Pull each and every teeth out, I will make you bleed and beg for mercy.”
Yuma's reaction was automatic; undressed of the false bravado and showing his true nature, he whimpered, obliging his shaky legs to run.
“Ever since I arrived here I have been anticipating the time where I can hold your pretty little face and squeeze it until the eyes pop out.” They laughed, loud this time, malice pouring from their very core. “But should I cut your tongue with my claws first? Or maybe--” Black Mist launched their tentacles against the human, missing him for just a fraction of a second. “Should I bite off your limbs?”
“NO!” Yuma screamed, turning into a corner and coming to face a dead end.
Desperation clouded his mind and made him press against the wall, waiting for the black monster to come.
As the seconds ticked by and nothing happened, Yuma slowly started to relax. He saw himself carefully looking to both sidesof the corridor, only seeing the walls and floor, but not a trace of Ninety-six.
Maybe they had to turn back, maybe they were lurking in the shadows, but no matter the answer, Yuma took the chance and ran.
He used the stairs and arrived at the floor where the laboratories were located. Kaito and the others probably had hidden there.
Always watching his own back, Yuma started to open the doors and search for his friends.
Everything was awfully quiet.
“Yuma. Where are you?” It was easy to hear Black Mist and pinpoint their location, at which Yuma thought it was a good idea to throw himself under a table and wait.
“A pet shouldn't run away from its master.” Ninety-six’s voice was becoming clearer, and soon, Yuma could see their purple glow under the door. “You need a lot of training.”
They lingered around for a while. The human tried to control his breathing, hoping to escape from this situation alive.
With luck, Black Mist wouldn't notice him. With more luck, he would be able to survive.
A moment of silence followed before Yuma let himself breathe.
Slowly, he started to get up, crouching next the door and holding the handle.
“Found you.”
A horrified scream left his throat, one so powerful that Yuma's whole body trembled.
Black Mist was coming out of the ground. They were a big, black ooze, coiling around Yuma's feet and pulling him in.
He tried to thrash and kick and punch, but soon small tentacles came out of the black substance and wrapped around his limbs, forcing him to stop.
“Ninety-six!”
Soon, Yuma saw himself drowning in what supposedly was Black Mist’s body.
.
“Was this really necessary?” Astral was with their arms crossed, looking down at the human they had chosen.
Yuma had proved to be full of energy and passion, but now he was only lying unconscious on the same table Astral had been hours ago.
“I said I was going to control him.” Black Mist seemed pleased with themself, though, letting a claw run lazily around Yuma's face, down his throat and stopping at his middle. “Our boy is really something, isn't he?” They whispered, almost lovingly.
Astral quickly looked through a window, noticing the dark sky.
“We don't have time. The Barians will arrive at any moment now.”
“Well then, let's get started.” Ninety-six moved, sitting on top of Yuma's stomach and holding his face with both hands.
They approached the faces and initiated a kiss. At first, it was slow, just a feathered touch.
Black Mist held the human’s bottom lip between their own, opening his mouth and then, in a fraction of a second, extended their tongue and filled the warm, soft mouth. The tip of their tongue came to nestle on Yuma's throat, and it wasn't necessary to wait long to start to get reactions from him.
Yuma choke, his face contorting in a painful fashion until he started to fight the appendage on his mouth.
Astral was watching everything intently, observing the shifts underneath the soft skin of their human, how his face suddenly reddened and tiny droplets of water gathered around his eyelashes.
Yuma finally had the mind to throw his head back, gasping and coughing, fighting stubbornly to keep his eyes open and to increase the distance between himself and the alien.
“Good morning, princess.” Black Mist smiled, letting Yuma scramble back, but soon they were placing a solid and heavy hand on his shoulder, cessing his desperate moves. “Happy to see me?”
“--No!” Yuma answered before taking a deep breath. “Let me go!” He demanded, spit running down his chin.
“We can't let that happen.”
Both Yuma and Ninety-six didn't expect Astral to speak up. It broke Yuma's moment of bravado and actually made him aware that he was surrounded by both aliens.
His anger returned, but this time it was mixed with desperation and fear.
“Why can't you do it?! Who even are you? What are you doing here?! Where is Kaito, where is everyone?!”
“You scream a lot.” Ninety-six wrapped their fingers around Yuma's throat in a warning. “Save it for later.”
Astral slowly approached, ignoring what Black Mist was doing and not showing any kind of reaction at Yuma's rage, that emanated in waves from his body.
“We are astral beings. We came from a planet different from yours.” They started to explain, quickly looking at Ninety-six before proceeding.
Yuma was paying attention, although not wholeheartedly, but he was immersed on Astral's words, enough to not notice the dark mist coming from the alien on top of him.
“Our homeland is destroyed, though. The enemy, Barians, started to attack our people mercilessly. We were sent here, looking for a new home.”
“But you attacked everyone, why didn't you just ask for help?” Yuma was angry, sometimes struggling against Black Mist, but either they were stronger than what the appearances showed, or his own body was still too weak.
“Our methods differ greatly. Besides, your especies wouldn't accept our conditions.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Yuma. Earth is not a big planet. Humans had taken a big part of it already, so we didn't see any other option than to eliminate a fraction of the population.” They calmly explained, watching Yuma relaxing, even though it wasn't for his own wishes.
“---What? You--”
“The virus. We spread it. But it is something controlled and won't eradicate the whole planet.”
“I wasn't lying.” Ninety-six suddenly talked, and sly smile on their lips. “But I admit that the part of infecting you was a harmless joke.”
If Yuma were in normal conditions, he would have screamed and tried to make Black Mist stand, but his brain seemed to be involved in a fog.
“Our survivors will come here soon, but so are our enemies. We have a limited time to complete the mission.”
“What mission--- What is this smell?” Yuma blinked, slowly moving his body, flexing his legs and closing his eyes for a couple of seconds.
“Your friends are all safe for now. We had to let ourselves get captured in order to avoid unnecessary conflict. This tower is the only place providing water and other resources your mind and body requires, besides, it is a relatively safe home for the offspring.”
Fandom: Yu-gi-oh!Zexal. (UA).
Pairing: Keyshipping/Tentacleshipping.
Table and prompt: Table #.
Summary:
Word count: .
Rating: R-18.
Warnings: -
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
Status: Complete.
Yuma tried to stay quiet, as quiet as his breathing would let him.
Adrenaline rushing through his blood while the cold hand of fear squeezed his insides, though, made it hard to control himself in this kind of situation.
With luck, he wouldn't be noticed, with more luck, he would be able to escape alive from this.
.
No one knew from where it came or what it was, but soon the fiction portrayed in so many movies and stories started to turn into reality; people were losing their minds, their skin decayed, their voice turned into ugly screeches and their only purpose was to eat. Eat. And eat.
Society tried to unite against them, to eradicate the plague, but the virus (or whatever it was) seemed strong enough to survive any kind of attack the countries could think of.
What seemed like a small disease, easy to control, spread like wildfire.
Soon enough, big cities turned into cemeteries, home of zombies and corpses of people that refused to turn into one of them, preferring to take their own lives.
Although things seemed hopeless, some humans did survive, at least enough to find out what had turned more than half of the entire planet into brainless monsters.
.
The tower at the center of Heartland was one of the last safe places in the entire city. It still had water, food and electricity, as well as a small team of scientists looking for a cure.
“How do we know they are not only another victim?” Yuma asked, his voice traveling around the big laboratory.
He was standing near a glass tank, a tube connected to both ceiling and floor, full of a transparent liquid. Amidst the cables and said substance, two persons floated, imobile, almost dead, but Kaito had said they were on animated suspension.
“They don't have many human characteristics.” Tenjo was too busy with the data he was getting from the scanners to bother with Yuma and his inquiries.
“Well, but after someone turns into a zombie they don't really look like humans… But they are.” He took a step closer and carefully pressed a hand against the glass. It was cold.
“Yuma.” Kaito was exasperated, finally looking at one of the last persons he knew that wasn't dead. “They have blue and black skin.” He announced in a tone that ended the discussion.
It was clear how Kaito found the whole situation, at the very least, suspect; they had find two distinct life forms and managed to capture both without too much struggle.
Was it some kind of trap?
“...They look human to me.” Yuma whispered to himself, facing the persons inside the tube.
.
“We can't find more information without really cutting through their bodies. If we want to prove the theory that the zombie virus came from things like them, we need to open the skin and see what is inside.” Faker was looking through the information Kaito managed to collect during previous days.
“Don’t you think the possibility of them waking up is bigger when out of the tank?” Christopher seemed tense, but he knew the key to a possible cure resided inside those beings.
“We have been living from theories and suppositions long enough.” Kaito marched away from the window, from where he could see the decaying city of Heartland. “Those two came from a place that is not Earth, I am sure the zombie episode has something to do with them. It is risky, but we are running out of time.”
Faker looked at Christopher before getting up from the chair.
“We are running out of options too.”
.
Communication between survivors was almost severed, no matter if inside the same city, state or country; phone companies didn't work anymore and it was becoming increasingly difficult to find a place with power, which meant that the few communities scattered around the world had small chances of exchanging information.
If they did find something useful inside those beings, they would need to research by themselves.
“Bring your friends to your own room and only leave when I tell you to.” Kaito was checking the equipment they would use during the surgery, Yuma walking behind him.
“Why that? You said--”
“Just go to your room. You staying here would be just one more problem.”
Yuma made his hands into fists, his eyes full of an anger that easily awakened.
“I know how to take care of myself! I am not a kid anymore, Kaito!” He turned and stomped his way to the corridor, away from Kaito and the others.
.
It happened while Yuma was looking for Kotori.
The sirens suddenly started to ring, causing the security robots to leave their places.
Suddenly, it was like the world was falling apart, as if Yuma was at his house, seeing his parents being killed by Akari once again. Screaming, bleeding, thrashing, begging...
The little hero residing in his heart made him come back to reality, though, screaming that his friends, the alive ones, needed help.
He ran. First going to the floor where all the rooms were. Kotori, Cathy and Tetsuo should be there, probably desperate because of the sirens.
What greeted Yuma, though, was not the people he knew for years; when he finally reached his destination, a single person was standing in the middle of the corridor, right in front of Kotori’s room.
Yuma immediately took a step back, assuming a defensive pose, his eyes catching the light of the sparse light bulbs and glowing, the redness of his irises standing out.
“You came.” The being said with a voice that certainly wasn't of that world; it had a faint hiss, as if more than one person was talking at the same time.
“What are you doing here?!” Yuma asked valiantly, letting his anger take control and using it to ground his feet, to forget the possibility of running and leaving his friends behind.
“What a defiant boy.” The black-skinned alien showed a smile, pulling their lips and letting Yuma have a good look at the sharp, cerrated teeth.
The human felt a mix of repulse and fear, but he didn't back away, still looking at mismatched eyes, almost daring them to do something.
“Yuma, was it?” Every time they talked, it seemed full of sarcasm and disdain. “I will give you my name, so you can scream it while I chase you.” They suddenly took a step ahead, not bothering in hiding a smile when Yuma slightly jumped in place. “Call me Ninety-six, or Black Mist, both would sound good coming out of your little mouth.”
“Where are my friends?!” Yuma shouted, rising a fist. “The sirens are because of you, aren't they?”
Ninety-six snickered, crossing their arms.
“How can you accuse me of something without having any proofs?”
“Because of only looking at you, I know you are evil.”
Black Mist was, until then, having fun. It was a very rewarding activity, messing up with people's minds, but a thing that Ninety-six failed to admit was that their own psyche wasn't as tough as they liked to think. It was relatively easy to destabilize the alien.
For a moment, all the malice on their expression gave way to pure hatred, and Yuma felt the emotion hit him in waves, as if it was almost tangible.
“You know what, sweetheart.” But it all lasted just for a few seconds; Black Mist soon showed another sharp smile. “You are smart. For it, I will give you a reward. Run. I will give you one minute, is this good enough?”
“What about my friends, what did you do to them?!”
“Want to check for yourself? Open the doors and look. I won't move until you are done.”
Yuma still wanted to know a lot of things that, probably, only Black Mist knew the answers, but the pressing matter was to know about his friends whereabouts.
“I don't trust you.”
“I don't recall asking you to. Time is running short, baby, I am not someone with a lot of patience…” Ninety-six found it adorable when the human started to walk backwards, facing them all the time. “I don't bite, love.”
But Yuma wasn’t really listening, opening door after door and noticing that none of his friends were there.
“What did you to Kaito and the others?!” He was asking meanwhile.
“You shouldn't ask me. Astral is the one taking care of those.” They sounded bored, following Yuma with their eyes. “20 seconds.”
“Astral? The other one? But I thought you were both unconscious!” Yuma was trying to see if Cathy was hiding in some corner of her own room, but it was empty.
“We never were, pet, we just needed a distraction and an excuse to enter this tower. Just like now.”
Yuma didn't really understand the meaning until he turned, seeing that at the end of the corridor, opposite of Ninety-six, the other alien stood, the blue of their skin glowing under the partial darkness.
It was a trap.
“--What are--”
“Run.” Black Mist’s voice sounded right at Yuma's ear, sending a chill down his spine.
The human let out a cry, finally giving in and running, his legs moving and taking him to another place, leaving both aliens behind.
“I think we choose well.” Ninety-six floated, feeling the tip of their hands vibrate with the thought of chasing Yuma and grabbing him by the hair. “He has a big mouth, but not that training wouldn't fix it.”
“You know very well we shouldn't waste time, especially with chasing games.”
Astral was always trying to be serious and ruin the fun.
“You don't need to come. In fact, why don't you worry about finding the others humans and locking them down?” Ninety-six sounded exasperated. “By then, I will have this human pinned down and controlled.”
“We can't afford interruptions…” Astral muttered to themself. “I will look for the others”.
“Good Astral.”
.
Yuma was running through a corridor, screaming for his friends, asking if they were around.
The sirens were still flashing, coloring the walls and floor with red.
He didn't know what really had happened, but supposed those aliens woken up when Kaito, Faker and Christopher tried to cut their skin.
What had happened to them, though? Were they alive? Hurt?
“Captive.” The voice made Yuma snap his neck back, the boy almost slipping and falling to the ground.
It was Ninety-six, levitating, black tendrils left their body, big tentacles sprouting from their back.
“They will be useful later.” They shortly explained, knowing very well that this arose more bad feelings than relief.
“What do you want from us?!” Yuma was meters ahead, while Black Mist lagged back.
“Humans are not the brightest species, are they? Or maybe it's just you, my love?” Ninety-six let Yuma run, not knowing where he was headed, but not caring; he wouldn't make it. “That thing they said, about us being responsible for the zombie virus… They are right.”
“What are you talking about?!” Yuma was already panting. Ninety-six could even feel the smell of his sweat. It was sweet.
“We carry this disease, we spread it. If I touch you, you will turn into a zombie; isn't it magical?” A short laugh before Yuma exploded.
“Shut up! You are nothing!” He was so mad that he stopped running, facing Black Mist fully. “Kaito captured you and your friend with his hands tied on his back!”
Yuma only had the time to blink.
The floor at his side suddenly broke into pieces while a small cut opened on his forearm, blood coming out it slowly.
Ninety-six’s tendril had dug the ground, millimeters away from Yuma himself.
“Don’t test me, boy, I will catch you and rip your mouth apart. Pull each and every teeth out, I will make you bleed and beg for mercy.”
Yuma's reaction was automatic; undressed of the false bravado and showing his true nature, he whimpered, obliging his shaky legs to run.
“Ever since I arrived here I have been anticipating the time where I can hold your pretty little face and squeeze it until the eyes pop out.” They laughed, loud this time, malice pouring from their very core. “But should I cut your tongue with my claws first? Or maybe--” Black Mist launched their tentacles against the human, missing him for just a fraction of a second. “Should I bite off your limbs?”
“NO!” Yuma screamed, turning into a corner and coming to face a dead end.
Desperation clouded his mind and made him press against the wall, waiting for the black monster to come.
As the seconds ticked by and nothing happened, Yuma slowly started to relax. He saw himself carefully looking to both sidesof the corridor, only seeing the walls and floor, but not a trace of Ninety-six.
Maybe they had to turn back, maybe they were lurking in the shadows, but no matter the answer, Yuma took the chance and ran.
He used the stairs and arrived at the floor where the laboratories were located. Kaito and the others probably had hidden there.
Always watching his own back, Yuma started to open the doors and search for his friends.
Everything was awfully quiet.
“Yuma. Where are you?” It was easy to hear Black Mist and pinpoint their location, at which Yuma thought it was a good idea to throw himself under a table and wait.
“A pet shouldn't run away from its master.” Ninety-six’s voice was becoming clearer, and soon, Yuma could see their purple glow under the door. “You need a lot of training.”
They lingered around for a while. The human tried to control his breathing, hoping to escape from this situation alive.
With luck, Black Mist wouldn't notice him. With more luck, he would be able to survive.
A moment of silence followed before Yuma let himself breathe.
Slowly, he started to get up, crouching next the door and holding the handle.
“Found you.”
A horrified scream left his throat, one so powerful that Yuma's whole body trembled.
Black Mist was coming out of the ground. They were a big, black ooze, coiling around Yuma's feet and pulling him in.
He tried to thrash and kick and punch, but soon small tentacles came out of the black substance and wrapped around his limbs, forcing him to stop.
“Ninety-six!”
Soon, Yuma saw himself drowning in what supposedly was Black Mist’s body.
.
“Was this really necessary?” Astral was with their arms crossed, looking down at the human they had chosen.
Yuma had proved to be full of energy and passion, but now he was only lying unconscious on the same table Astral had been hours ago.
“I said I was going to control him.” Black Mist seemed pleased with themself, though, letting a claw run lazily around Yuma's face, down his throat and stopping at his middle. “Our boy is really something, isn't he?” They whispered, almost lovingly.
Astral quickly looked through a window, noticing the dark sky.
“We don't have time. The Barians will arrive at any moment now.”
“Well then, let's get started.” Ninety-six moved, sitting on top of Yuma's stomach and holding his face with both hands.
They approached the faces and initiated a kiss. At first, it was slow, just a feathered touch.
Black Mist held the human’s bottom lip between their own, opening his mouth and then, in a fraction of a second, extended their tongue and filled the warm, soft mouth. The tip of their tongue came to nestle on Yuma's throat, and it wasn't necessary to wait long to start to get reactions from him.
Yuma choke, his face contorting in a painful fashion until he started to fight the appendage on his mouth.
Astral was watching everything intently, observing the shifts underneath the soft skin of their human, how his face suddenly reddened and tiny droplets of water gathered around his eyelashes.
Yuma finally had the mind to throw his head back, gasping and coughing, fighting stubbornly to keep his eyes open and to increase the distance between himself and the alien.
“Good morning, princess.” Black Mist smiled, letting Yuma scramble back, but soon they were placing a solid and heavy hand on his shoulder, cessing his desperate moves. “Happy to see me?”
“--No!” Yuma answered before taking a deep breath. “Let me go!” He demanded, spit running down his chin.
“We can't let that happen.”
Both Yuma and Ninety-six didn't expect Astral to speak up. It broke Yuma's moment of bravado and actually made him aware that he was surrounded by both aliens.
His anger returned, but this time it was mixed with desperation and fear.
“Why can't you do it?! Who even are you? What are you doing here?! Where is Kaito, where is everyone?!”
“You scream a lot.” Ninety-six wrapped their fingers around Yuma's throat in a warning. “Save it for later.”
Astral slowly approached, ignoring what Black Mist was doing and not showing any kind of reaction at Yuma's rage, that emanated in waves from his body.
“We are astral beings. We came from a planet different from yours.” They started to explain, quickly looking at Ninety-six before proceeding.
Yuma was paying attention, although not wholeheartedly, but he was immersed on Astral's words, enough to not notice the dark mist coming from the alien on top of him.
“Our homeland is destroyed, though. The enemy, Barians, started to attack our people mercilessly. We were sent here, looking for a new home.”
“But you attacked everyone, why didn't you just ask for help?” Yuma was angry, sometimes struggling against Black Mist, but either they were stronger than what the appearances showed, or his own body was still too weak.
“Our methods differ greatly. Besides, your especies wouldn't accept our conditions.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Yuma. Earth is not a big planet. Humans had taken a big part of it already, so we didn't see any other option than to eliminate a fraction of the population.” They calmly explained, watching Yuma relaxing, even though it wasn't for his own wishes.
“---What? You--”
“The virus. We spread it. But it is something controlled and won't eradicate the whole planet.”
“I wasn't lying.” Ninety-six suddenly talked, and sly smile on their lips. “But I admit that the part of infecting you was a harmless joke.”
If Yuma were in normal conditions, he would have screamed and tried to make Black Mist stand, but his brain seemed to be involved in a fog.
“Our survivors will come here soon, but so are our enemies. We have a limited time to complete the mission.”
“What mission--- What is this smell?” Yuma blinked, slowly moving his body, flexing his legs and closing his eyes for a couple of seconds.
“Your friends are all safe for now. We had to let ourselves get captured in order to avoid unnecessary conflict. This tower is the only place providing water and other resources your mind and body requires, besides, it is a relatively safe home for the offspring.”