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Perfect (Chapter Five)

Fandom: Mianite Chapters: 5/? Summary: A life-long experiment between two unlikely partners finally comes to completion. Some sad shit happens.

The next day he Death had immediately found his way to his office to do some needed research and planning. He’d expect Botan would attempt to sneak in whatever facility Riaxahl was being held in as one of the scientists or guards or whoever worked there. He had printed out a map of the place, having contacted someone in the facility as another dude needing to figure out where his station was. Thank god these people are dumb-asses, Death snorted to himself and taking the paper when it finished printing. He set the paper down flat and started to mark places that were important and which were not. He circled the security room that most likely had all the monitors that showed camera views or something, while he also marked other places like vents and whatnot that would lead to Riaxahl’s room.

Lots of marking and planning later, Death looked up to check the clock. A good two hours passed which means Botan should’ve been in his office by now. He hummed and rolled up the paper, deeming it finished. Of course he had printed out an extra copy just in case. He left his office and walked down the hall towards Botan’s, passing the bloodstain that he still needs to clean.

He opened the door and found the room empty, yet the light by the desk was on. So he was here. Death sighed and walked over to the desk, setting down the rolled up paper. He was about to leave when he saw a note on the table.

I’ll be in the basement if you need me. Checking on 01.

“Lord,” Death muttered under his breath, taking the small sticky note and crumpling it before throwing it away in the recycling bin beside the trash by the door. He did actually find how funny it was seeing Botan writing in English, the man only ever writes in Russian or that weird dead language he speaks. He swore he saw him writing in mandarin once. His handwriting is so tiny and scribbly, almost hard to read.

It’s actually kinda cute.

Death nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand on his shoulder from behind him. He turned to see his partner, visibly relaxing until he saw the distraught expression staining his usually blank face.

“Botan?” Death whispered, placing a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Are you okay? What happened?” The white lines of his face contorted into confusion. He was genuinely worried for his older partner as this is the most emotion he would ever show.

Botan didn’t say anything, and neither did he take his hand away from Death’s shoulder. Instead he pulled him closer and held him tightly, resting his head into his shoulder.

“What happened?” He asked again, hoping to get a straight answer out of him. “Botan?” He asked, surprised when he heard a short sob. “Hey, man… can you at least show me what happened?” After a few seconds Botan let go of his partner, taking in a deep breath before letting it out and walking out of his office. Death quickly followed him, both entering the elevator down the hallway. The doors closed and Death’s heart sank when he saw Botan press the button that said B1. He didn’t know what happened but he knew that it wasn’t good. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked, watching their reflection. Botan may not have physically cried in front of Death (though he was close to) he could tell he did earlier. Whatever happened in the basement ruined him and such a scar probably won’t heal for a long while.

Botan did not answer. Death just hoped it wouldn’t affect their personal lives in any way.

The elevator stopped but the doors didn’t open. Death looked over to see Botan’s finger on the Close Doors button with his eyes closed. “It’s okay,” Death whispered, the lines of his face moving to a frown with his brows furrowed. He pressed the Open Doors button, opening the doors. Botan walked out first, leading Death into the foggy room they were in yesterday.

Death gasped, seeing 01’s head peeking out of the fog and lying on the floor on the side. Botan sat on his knees by 01’s snout, resting his head on the worn scales. “I…” Death couldn’t make out what to say, kneeling beside his partner and put a hand on his back. “I’m sorry,” Death whispered. He took his other hand and placed it on 01’s nose. He got a confirming nod from his partner and seconds later 01’s entire body turned gray and started falling apart into dust, displacing itself in the whole room. A heap of dust replacing what used to be a good snake companion. He drew his hand back, his other still on Botan’s back while he watched his partner grieve over his loss.

Death repositioned himself, getting comfortable on where he sat. He knew this would be a while. He sighed, Botan falling to the side and laying down in Death’s lap. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Death’s heart sank when he stayed with his partner as he was completely broken now. He didn’t know what would happen to Botan after this day, but he hoped everything would be okay soon. Sure Death wasn’t a fan of 01 but he still felt horrible about its death.

“He’s in better place now,” Death whispered, rubbing his distraught partner’s side trying to comfort him. “I can promise you that.”

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Mianite- Perfect (Chapter Four)

Fandom: Mianite

Chapters: 4/?

Summary: A life-long experiment between two unlikely partners finally comes to completion

Botan woke up, almost like he had been falling as he suddenly gripped the armrests of the lazyboy chair he had slept in. He grunted, calming down when he saw Death on the black couch across from him, also asleep. He wouldn’t have seen the younger man if there weren’t any white lining around his body that expressed his features. He slowly stood from the chair, holding his head from the pounding headache that started to form. Botan almost fell back, his legs wobbly, but he was able to keep himself standing by leaning on the chair.

He felt ridiculous.

After a couple minutes, Botan finally steadied himself on his feet. He took the time to stretch his back and shoulders, his bones popping. “Oh…” he groaned, setting his lower back, “that’s not a friendly sound.”

“No sound coming from you is friendly,” he heard Death mutter, his voice nearly muffled out in the black leather couch.

“Thanks, Smartass,” Botan growled, peering over his shoulder with a nasty glare in his sharp onyx eyes while he rubbed his back.

“Welcome,” Death’s smirk was just barely visible, his snout between two of the couch’s cushions. He lifted his head and even if it were hard to tell, Botan knew Death was giving off a snarky look. He always has, the younger man is sassy in the mornings. “I think you’re getting too old nowadays,” he chuckled while Botan went to go to his room to mope. “You can’t just ignore it! You’re aging!”

Death could just barely hear his partner yell from across the house, “Piss off!”

“I can’t believe you didn’t make me breakfast,” Botan muttered while his partner unlocked the front door to their lab.

Death only shrugged and let Botan walk in first before asking, “So what exactly do you do to the bodies of the subjects after they’re exterminated?” As they walked passed the spot where 301 was, Death saw Botan visibly become confused before it clicking and the two walked passed his office and into 301’s cell.

“You’ll see,” Botan said and slung the limp body over his shoulder with less disgust than Death thought he’d have. Then again this is Botan, what even makes him gag? Botan glanced at Death for a split second, making his younger partner realize that his thoughts didn’t go unheard.

“Sorry,” Death mumbled. How could he have forgotten his partner’s uncanny ability to hear the thoughts of others? Though he isn’t surprised, Botan is capable of many things that not even Death is aware of.

The two had walked over to the elevator way on the other end on the hallway. There were no stairs, just elevators that led to the top floors as well as the basement. The basement happened to be where they were going, but Death wasn’t aware of that.

When Death hadn’t looked, Botan pressed the button to go down to the basement which was the only floor below them. “I might as well tell you now,” Botan said, 301 still slung over his shoulder, “I have ichthyophobia.”

“Really?” Death asked, his voice high pitched. “That’s odd.”

Botan frowned and gave an exasperated shrug. The rest of the elevator ride down was silent and awkward. You could practically hear the tension. This was common between the two, they rarely communicated at home and if they did it was usually one of them making fun of the other or just simple grunts. This is because Botan always knew what was in Death’s mind, not that he can help it. His telepathy isn’t controlled, he never figured out how to control it as it was always involuntary. Thoughts would just come flying at him from people he doesn’t know and it’s what started his hatred for people and nearly started his sadistic nature.

For as long as he’s lived he has become – as he describes it – numb. He could care less what people are thinking or feeling, all he feels he needs is some spark, even if it were rare, to get his senses going again. This is where he took his sadistic nature from: the need to feel something. The need to cause pain in others just so he can get that adrenaline running. The thought of someone coming after him after harming someone is what kept him going, yet he knew no one could really hurt him.

Even if it were one of his own subjects; it’s happened. One of his subjects, many times bigger than himself, has tried to eat him but all he had to do was tear off its jaw and smash it’s skull in. It was simple. A small task, nothing he wasn’t used to by now.

The elevator dinged, signaling that they made it to the basement, but before the door opened Botan had quickly jabbed the “close doors” button. Death was confused to say the least. He turned to Botan who had already been looking down on him with a bored look. He always looks bored.

Botan chuckled, the frown on his face giving off an eerie atmosphere. “You’ll hate me for this,” he said and jabbed the “open doors” button. The doors opened (no shit) and revealed a dark room. Fog clouding most of the room gave off that fear Death could feel rising in his chest because he knew exactly where they were.

They were in the basement.

A deep rumbling came from Death while he glared at Botan. “What the actual fuck, Dude?”

Botan shrugged, “You wanted to know what I did with the bodies.” Death saw a sly smirk tug at the corner of his lips, threatening to show emotion. Botan winked and took 301 by his leg and slung the dead body into the room, disturbing the fog when it collided with the floor with a resounding thump. Death shivered.

Almost immediately Death gave out a shriek when the fog moved just slightly, being distorted by another presence in the room. The shriek was truly caused not by the fog moving but by the large, snake-like mouth suddenly striking through the white mist and engulfing the small lifeless body compared to it.

Th…that’s what Botan does with these things? He thought to himself, essentially shrieking in his head. At this point he didn’t care about what Botan heard. “I…” Death stammered, speechless. How could he have not realized the sudden disappearance of the subjects’ bodies were linked to Botan feeding 01?

By the looks of the snake head as it pull itself slowly back into the fog Death now knew why Botan was never afraid of 01 escaping. The elevator shaft was too small for the humongous body of this leviathan-like snake.

“Well now you know,” Botan chuckled, staring off into the fog. “And now you won’t ask anymore questions."

Death only stayed silent, the only part of him showing any movement were the white lines of his features which moved almost jerkily whether or not the shadowed being was still like now. He let out a small breath, he hadn’t realized that Botan still showed some sort of care towards another being. Especially on the level of feeding it himself. He didn’teven care about himself enough to do that! Sort of.

“I… I don’t know what I was expecting,” Death muttered more to himself while his partner started walking into the large room. He wasn’t sure how big 01 had gotten since the last time he saw him, but to be truthful he really didn’t want to know. But as the way of life, he knew exactly that he would be getting his answer sometimes today.

Death sighed and followed his partner when he stopped and motioned to come over. He walked cautiously across the room while making sure he wasn’t stepping on anything… scaly. He reached his partner quickly, standing closer to him than he would like. “Where is he?” Death asked in a whisper, though whispering happened to be useless since Death’s voice echoed out into the fog.

Botan chuckled, the deep noise also echoing and making Death shudder. He knew exactly why Botan is feared, just hearing that bone chilling laugh in a dark alley would be anyone’s worst nightmare.

Botan stretched out his hand and started making a clicking noise with his tongue. After a few seconds of the echo of Botan’s clicking the snout of 01 slowly emerged from the fog and brushed itself against Botan’s palm. The mauve scales of the large reptilian reflected off the light that shone through the fog—the light of its own four eyes.

“He’s not that scary,” Botan said, his face still black and he rubbed his palm against 01’s large plated snout. 01’s tongue flicked out, making a subtle vibrating noise when flickering.

Death knew at some point Botan would attempt to show that 01 isn’tas bad as he thought he was. Ever since the incident with 01, 02, and 03, he has held a sort of fear when around 01 or 03 or even any of the mutated subjects that Botan tends to hide around.

Death hesitantly approached 01, sucking in his fear. He jumped slightly when he placed a hand on its snout and almost jumped out of his skin when he felt the hard plating covering it. The plates felt rough and worn yet he knew they’d protect it from any coming danger.

“I thought so,” Botan chuckled, patting 01’s snout. Death nearly screamed when the floor moved, nearly making him fall over. “By the way we’re standing on him,” Botan laughed while Death fell over and onto 01’s scales protecting his body. 01 pulled its head back and away from the two, disappearing into the fog.

“I hate you so much,” Death growled and slowly stood. He quickly walked over to the elevator, jamming the button to go to the first floor so he could get some work done.

A/N: Sorry this chapter might’ve sucked a bit, I’ve been extremely distracted if you couldn’t tell. But I still hope it’s okay. Though I will probably post a bonus chapter after this at some point, so maybe y’allcan look forward to that.

(also before anyone asks: ichthyophobia is the fear of fish whether it’d be touching/eating raw, cooked, or dead fish.

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Mianite- Perfect (Chapter three)

Fandom: Mianite

Chapters: 3/?

Summary: A life-long experiment between two unlikely partners finally comes to completion.

A/N: I really like this chapter because it’s all about Death (The Shadows) and shows the relationship he has with Botan. And I love it because he’s such a housewife.

Its been a few days. Nothing much happened. Botan hasn’t even found this Riaxahl guy yet, which was a big of a surprise to Death since it usually only takes an hour or so.

The shadowed man walk up to the front door of the research facility, about to grab the keys to open it until he looked up and saw that the door is already unlocked… and completely open wide.

Now Death may be a drama queen sometimes but he has a true reason to fear why the door was open like this. One of these reasons happens to be that one of the subjects could’ve gotten out, specifically the subject who happens to reside in the basement. This subject is known as 01 and is the most intelligent of the others. 01 is a test specimen created by Botan many, many years ago when him and Death first started. He’s infected with that disease that Botan’s been breeding for ages and hasn’t been exterminated because Botan actually feels attached to the thing. Which is surprising.

01 isn’t only be the most intelligent but also the strongest. Besides, after all these years who knew what the thing looked like or what it could do. If 01 got out then it’s essentially the end to all humanity.

Death sucked it in, breathing deeply for a few seconds before walking in and shutting the front door behind him. He quickly made his way down the main hallway, his shadowy cloak brushing against the metal floors. His footsteps gave out an eerie silence, he never really made any noise.

He stopped in front of Botan’s office, it’s way too early for the older man to be working at this hour since he always made sure to come to the lab late so he could sleep in unlike his younger partner. Botan always left earlier than Death and always came back later. It’s just how it was.

Death slowly opened the door to Botan’s office. He choked on the stuffy air when he saw the older man at his desk, his head down on the wood, utterly passed out from what Death assumed to be exhaustion. He saw bits of drool drop from the edge of the desk.

Death sighed. Botan must’ve fallen asleep in the middle of writing notes last night. How did he not notice the weirdo hadn’t actually left his own office?

He shook his head, deciding to leave his partner alone, and walked out of his office to go to his own just down the hall. He gagged when he had to step over 301’s rotting corpse. Death wondered what Botan did with the bodies of exterminated subjects after leaving them out for so long. That oughtta be a question for Botan when he wakes up.

Death didn’t really have experiments going on, nothing too important. He had called off most of them to be held back until his partner found Riaxahl which seems to be a lot harder than usual. This man truly doesn’t want to be found by anyone if Botan can’t even find him.

He checked one of his computer monitors, seeing if he got any messages from any clients of his. Him and Botan work as surgeons in secrecy, you’d have to know someone who knows someone who knows someone to know about it. This is mainly just an extra thing the two do to get more familiar with anatomy and whatnot, but that’s not entirely true. The surgeries that Botan does is just a lame excuse for him to capture more test subjects without them actually knowing.

Death shook his head and sighed, he knew Botan was weird and all but the guy is a complete sadist. Botan would do almost anything to cause harm on people whether it’s be just finding them in alleys or just on his own test subjects. Really the only people he doesn’t seem to want to harm is either himself, 01, or Death… which is odd. At least he’s number three on whatever lists Botan has.

When Death couldn’t find any messages or notifications on his monitor, he decided to just look up some stuff that might help in the future. What’s been on his head for the past few days was Riaxahl, he needed this man for their experiment. He was the only person who had exactly what they needed, and even if he had a few gene mutations that weren’t helpful then they can just breed those out. Simple really.

Death frowned, his eyes glued to the monitor. For a while he was looking at garbled nonsense about Riaxahl. The entire text is in Russian, making the shadowed man wish he knew the language. Too bad Botan hasn’t stopped by yet to see if he could read it, he’s probably too busy. So for the time being Death bookmarked the page and turned off his monitor. He might as well do something useful for once.

He stood and went into the closet on the other side of his office. The closet is mainly for paperwork storage yet Death liked to clean and dust, it’s just what he does. In fact that’s why the two live together, Botan being too lazy to really clean his house has Death around to do it for him. He doesn’t mind the work.

He took out his a bucket full of his cleaning supplies and immediately walked over to where 301 lay in the hallway. He set the supplies down and hesitantly grabbed 301 and slung him over his shoulder. He carried the dead subject over to his original cell just on the other side of Botan’s office. He didn’t know why his partner didn’t mind his office being right next to one of his mutating subjects, but he guessed it was because he wanted to keep an ear out for him.

He placed 301 onto the cell floor and walked all the way back to where he was exterminated and began his scrubbing of the floor. For rotting in the past few days the blood had already dried on the metal but Death knew within a few hours the blood would be scraped off. He doesn’t mind the work.

Death had put away his cleaning supplies after a few hours of relentless scrubbing. This would have to continue tomorrow, he thought to himself while he walked back over to Botan’s office. It was usually the time his partner would leave and go home, so Death was a bit worried when he hadn’t even heard from him. In fact it’s already 10:20, the usual time Death goes home which means Botan should’ve left almost an hour ago.

He opened the door to Botan’s office, making sure to be quiet in case he was up and working again. He groaned in an exaggerated manner, like when a child is told to do tedious chores instead of palming games, because Botan was still out cold on his desk.

Death trudged over to his partner and placed a shadowed hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly. “Botan get up,” he said, still shaking him. “Dude,” he sighed. “Get up.”

After a while of attempting to get his partner up, Death was starting to get a little worried. “Botan?” He asked, leaning closer to his friend’s face seeing if he could hear him breathing. “Botan.”

He furrowed his brows, letting his hand fall from his partner’s shoulder. He stood there thinking of what usually got his partner up and running. Death snorted and quickly threw his hand over Botan’s head, smacking the back of his skull.

Suddenly Botan shot up with a snort, nearly giving Death a heart attack. “Wha…” he squinted and rubbed one of his eyes with his fist with a yawn. “What the hell?” He turned to Death, “what’re you doing here? I thought you left a couple minutes ago.”

“A couple– ” death shook his head– “n-no, Botan, I left early last night. You’ve been asleep all day. You never left the building.”

“Whaaat?” Botan chuckled groggily, “no way.”

“Are you okay?” Death asked, scanning his older partner.

“The real question is… are you okay?” He giggled, poking Death’s shoulder.

“Okay,” Death muttered to himself, slowly scanning Botan’s desk for anything unusual. He let out an exasperated sigh, the white outlines of his face shifting a bit, when he saw the bottle of chloroform. He knew Botan is impervious to most drugs but he didn’t actually think Botan would use chloroform anytime soon. In fact he didn’t realize the substance would give the older man a high similar to using everyday drugs. “Dammit, you’re going home,” he growled and helped Botan up and out of his chair. Death slung an arm under his partner’s and essentially dragged the weirdo out of the building, closing and locking the from doors (of course with great difficulty).

He dragged his drugged friend over to his truck, a midnight black 4Runner, and got him in the front passenger seat. As long as he could keep an eye on the paler man he didn’t care where he sat. He buckled his friend who had literally passed out halfway through the trek to the truck (even if it wasn’t really that far from the building).

Death jumped in the driver’s seat, closing his door, and making sure all doors are locked in case Mr.Chloroform decides to wake up and open it in a drugged haze again. Though if Death were lucky the man would wake up sober as ever. He took his keys and started the truck, putting it in drive and hitting the gas, heading for their house. Death was always a bit skittish in a lot of things and driving happens to be one of them. He got over his irrational fear of driving (which if he is correct is called agoraphobia) a long time ago, yet sometimes he can still feel a trace of his old panic attacks rising. But as long as he doesn’t have to deal with traffic then he’s fine. He usually lets Botan deal with any traffic.

The drive to the house they lived at was bumping, it always was but it tends to make Death a bit carsick sometimes. In fact he’s a little disturbed that his partner hadn’t actually woken up from all the shaking and whatnot.

He finally parked in the driveway, putting it in park and turning off the truck, taking his keys. He looked over at his older partner, still out like a light, and groaned. He seriously didn’t want to deal with this.

He’s definitely not making breakfast in the morning.