An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Yet ANOTHER chapter for my post-OE fic, with a clash between 2 very different lives: Agent 8 and Prince ensues!
Here is a short exerpt from the full fiction in the link:
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Is this the real life?
Second by second, milliliters and milliliters of yellow fluid dripped out of that chunk of familiar flesh uninterrupted past the black links.
Or is this just fantasy?
Even as his limb remained separated, it leaked no blood yet Prince’s world was frozen at this very moment in time unable to process what had happened or even if this was reality itself. If his arm was over there, why doesn’t it hurt? Not a single needle of pain could be felt where it used to be, but no signals from his brain were being acknowledged by even the littlest twitch of a finger.
It's almost as if he could pick it up and place it right where it originally was and it would be as if nothing happened. However, this assumed he would’ve still had any functionally left at all. Instinct couldn’t get through to him, not even his brother’s crying out his name carrying emotions so palpable it held a grander presence than his barrier breaking blasts.
Half a shot of excitement and quarter a cup of shock, Surume was fascinated by the reveal of Hachi’s ferocity.
Void of all chill, Hachi bumped past the dazed Inkling and snatched up the bone white Dualie barely gripped in his hand in a gamble.
This was likely the one time Emperor’s composure would be so utterly shattered, perfect for mounting an offense.
Imitating Surume, Hachi flew against the open sky in an extended airburst allowed by Prince’s identically modified mini-shooter while in a controlled tumble to keep her motions ambiguous.
He barely regained his posture as Hachi began her descent right on his position. Wrath gripped his eyes and pulled them back far into his head as he leapt up to meet her with a well swung foot in the air with his Flash Saber.
*FSSSSHHHH!*
Unfortunately for him, Hachi had absolutely no plans on diving him right away. All he could do was watch in confusion as she flew right past him, not paying so much as a look. Winning was now secondary, her first real goal was much more appetizing at the moment.
A shadow from the resulting eclipse shrouded Surume in darkness as Hachi’s body descended overhead. To them, this moment alone was enough to give up her easy victory over the Emperor. No victory could ever compare to seeing this side of Hachi, a naturally razor sharp red ruby embedded with an unassuming grinded down boulder.
