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endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-24 10:08 pm
endless_scrolls) wrote2010-11-24 10:08 pm
Thrill of the Chase
Title: Thrill of the Chase
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Crossover
Word count: 1105
Character(s): Miho, Sync the Tempest, Uchiha Itachi; brief mentions of Narcissa Malfoy, Van Grants
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by this thread. Creative license taken to make up for the fact that I lack extensive knowledge in these particular canons.
Dedicated to:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alory_shannon Surprise~ :D
After years of planning and months of preparation, this was her moment. Their moment. Because Society members could not be trusted to act on their own, not with so much at stake and so many variables to consider. That much, she supposed, they had learned from the Dark Lord's Death Eaters, at least. -- It was Miho's personal belief that Narcissa Malfoy's deception had been the first step towards his downfall. -- Of course, there was no assurance that both wizards wouldn't betray the cause as well. Then again, as long as there were opportunities for him to inflict suffering, Sync seemed content enough to do whatever Van Grants asked of him. Of them.
Neither one of them had anticipated coming across other wizards still walking through the halls of the British Ministry, least of all him.
"Your brother told us you'd become a problem," Sync drawled on, ever with that condescending smirk of his in place, "I'll have to apologize to the little brat for not believing him."
It had been more of an innate feeling than anything else; a quiet suspicion that pulled and tugged at he subconscious as soon as they slipped past the Auror Office. The entire facility was to be completely empty by the time they were called to move in, after all, cleared out by some fabricated threat that the Society's spies in the Defense Department had made up. They were to have the run of the whole Ministry and plenty of time to find what they were sent to gather. So it had been quite the surprise when Miho sensed another's presence following after them.
There was always one wrench in the plan, she thought. One fool too brave for his own good.
A carefully placed Expluso spell hand revealed his location and gave them a chance to identify their adversary. And a chase through the whole of the Ministry as well as the streets of London had brought the three of them there to the top of the Big Ben Clock Tower. The loud drone of clanking and sliding parts rattled on all around them, but still Miho kept her eyes trained on him. Or rather, on his turned back.
"What's wrong, Itachi?" he teased, "Disappariting not your cup of tea?"
It had been some time since she last saw his face, having graduated a year or so before and leaving the school to begin his adult life in the Ministry. Now, he was standing before them, trapped and cornered after a long and grueling pursuit. And for perhaps the first time since she had been brought into the Pure Blood Society, Miho felt hesitant. He had never done anything against her. He had never done anything at all, really, in all the years they had attended school together. He had been a Ravenclaw and was always huddled up in his own little corner of the room while she stayed in her corner of the Slytherin table. He was harmless. He was innocent.
But he was also a witness and could very well expose them if allowed to escape.
"While convenient, I find it to be quite the annoyance." He shifted, glancing briefly over his shoulder. And in that second that he had his head turned, she caught the familiar glint of red that marked him as being part of the Uchiha Household. "Much like you."
Lowering his wand just long enough to spread his arms out, Sync gave a light and mocking bow. "So glad to be of service."
"Hm. Foolish little Sync. When will you ever learn?"
And that was all the opening he needed.
In one swift motion, Itachi's hand shot out, wand poised and aimed directly at Sync. And quick as lightning, a bolt of energy struck Sync in the shoulder, sending him crashing into the far corner of the tower. She reacted in kind to close the gap his attack had created, setting a counter spell that was equally as devastating if not destructively accurate. But for all her skills and abilities and training, he had been quicker. So much quicker. -- There had always been whispers and murmurs swirling around him, naming him a genius among wizards. It wasn't until now that she understood why. -- Within a breath's time, he was already behind her, an arm around her throat with the other crushing her hand in it's grip, leaving Miho to believe he wasn't quite opposed to appariting as he had previously indicated. Another, harder squeeze against her fingers forced the girl to drop her wand without resistance, though she only gritted her teeth against the jolt of discomfort.
"And you, Miho," the elder Uchiha brother whispered calmly in her ear, "I expected more from you."
"Confringo!"
A hard shove sent her stumbling and falling face first into the floor as wood and all manner of debris was sent shooting through the air from Sync's spell, and all the room was masked in a veil of cloud and dust so think she could hardly find her wand that had fallen nearby. Then the door to the platform opened, and all thought to retrieve it left her as Miho darted out after Itachi, Sync following not too far behind. She stopped at the door only long enough to see the Uchiha glance back before jumping off of the edge. And then she was running to the railing to stop his descent. He couldn't die here. Not at the foot of the Tower. It would cause too much suspicion. At least if they found his dead body at the Ministry, a plausible lie could be concocted to fool the Officials. But before she could even reach the edge, a massive shadow came swooping up past them and into the sky.
Wings. There had been wings. The body was a rusted red shade from head to tail, dusted with specks of burgundy with a golden orange belly. Talons shot out from each of its toes and its teeth looked just as sharp. The creature was unlike anything she had ever seen before. And nothing like the breeds she had read in the textbooks. But all Miho could focus on were the expansive wings as it flew away, Itachi clinging fast to its back while he made his escape.
"Dragons." To her left, Sync stood watching the ancient monster as well, a deep frown marring his normally too laxed face. But the moment would not last for long as, already, the corners of his mouth began pulling up to their usual smirk, sparks of mischief already flickering in his eyes. "This changes things a bit."
Type: Fanfic
Fandom: AU!Crossover
Word count: 1105
Character(s): Miho, Sync the Tempest, Uchiha Itachi; brief mentions of Narcissa Malfoy, Van Grants
Pairing(s): None.
Warning(s): None.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but these words.
Note: Short and randomly written fic/drabble inspired by this thread. Creative license taken to make up for the fact that I lack extensive knowledge in these particular canons.
Dedicated to:
alory_shannon Surprise~ :DAfter years of planning and months of preparation, this was her moment. Their moment. Because Society members could not be trusted to act on their own, not with so much at stake and so many variables to consider. That much, she supposed, they had learned from the Dark Lord's Death Eaters, at least. -- It was Miho's personal belief that Narcissa Malfoy's deception had been the first step towards his downfall. -- Of course, there was no assurance that both wizards wouldn't betray the cause as well. Then again, as long as there were opportunities for him to inflict suffering, Sync seemed content enough to do whatever Van Grants asked of him. Of them.
Neither one of them had anticipated coming across other wizards still walking through the halls of the British Ministry, least of all him.
"Your brother told us you'd become a problem," Sync drawled on, ever with that condescending smirk of his in place, "I'll have to apologize to the little brat for not believing him."
It had been more of an innate feeling than anything else; a quiet suspicion that pulled and tugged at he subconscious as soon as they slipped past the Auror Office. The entire facility was to be completely empty by the time they were called to move in, after all, cleared out by some fabricated threat that the Society's spies in the Defense Department had made up. They were to have the run of the whole Ministry and plenty of time to find what they were sent to gather. So it had been quite the surprise when Miho sensed another's presence following after them.
There was always one wrench in the plan, she thought. One fool too brave for his own good.
A carefully placed Expluso spell hand revealed his location and gave them a chance to identify their adversary. And a chase through the whole of the Ministry as well as the streets of London had brought the three of them there to the top of the Big Ben Clock Tower. The loud drone of clanking and sliding parts rattled on all around them, but still Miho kept her eyes trained on him. Or rather, on his turned back.
"What's wrong, Itachi?" he teased, "Disappariting not your cup of tea?"
It had been some time since she last saw his face, having graduated a year or so before and leaving the school to begin his adult life in the Ministry. Now, he was standing before them, trapped and cornered after a long and grueling pursuit. And for perhaps the first time since she had been brought into the Pure Blood Society, Miho felt hesitant. He had never done anything against her. He had never done anything at all, really, in all the years they had attended school together. He had been a Ravenclaw and was always huddled up in his own little corner of the room while she stayed in her corner of the Slytherin table. He was harmless. He was innocent.
But he was also a witness and could very well expose them if allowed to escape.
"While convenient, I find it to be quite the annoyance." He shifted, glancing briefly over his shoulder. And in that second that he had his head turned, she caught the familiar glint of red that marked him as being part of the Uchiha Household. "Much like you."
Lowering his wand just long enough to spread his arms out, Sync gave a light and mocking bow. "So glad to be of service."
"Hm. Foolish little Sync. When will you ever learn?"
And that was all the opening he needed.
In one swift motion, Itachi's hand shot out, wand poised and aimed directly at Sync. And quick as lightning, a bolt of energy struck Sync in the shoulder, sending him crashing into the far corner of the tower. She reacted in kind to close the gap his attack had created, setting a counter spell that was equally as devastating if not destructively accurate. But for all her skills and abilities and training, he had been quicker. So much quicker. -- There had always been whispers and murmurs swirling around him, naming him a genius among wizards. It wasn't until now that she understood why. -- Within a breath's time, he was already behind her, an arm around her throat with the other crushing her hand in it's grip, leaving Miho to believe he wasn't quite opposed to appariting as he had previously indicated. Another, harder squeeze against her fingers forced the girl to drop her wand without resistance, though she only gritted her teeth against the jolt of discomfort.
"And you, Miho," the elder Uchiha brother whispered calmly in her ear, "I expected more from you."
"Confringo!"
A hard shove sent her stumbling and falling face first into the floor as wood and all manner of debris was sent shooting through the air from Sync's spell, and all the room was masked in a veil of cloud and dust so think she could hardly find her wand that had fallen nearby. Then the door to the platform opened, and all thought to retrieve it left her as Miho darted out after Itachi, Sync following not too far behind. She stopped at the door only long enough to see the Uchiha glance back before jumping off of the edge. And then she was running to the railing to stop his descent. He couldn't die here. Not at the foot of the Tower. It would cause too much suspicion. At least if they found his dead body at the Ministry, a plausible lie could be concocted to fool the Officials. But before she could even reach the edge, a massive shadow came swooping up past them and into the sky.
Wings. There had been wings. The body was a rusted red shade from head to tail, dusted with specks of burgundy with a golden orange belly. Talons shot out from each of its toes and its teeth looked just as sharp. The creature was unlike anything she had ever seen before. And nothing like the breeds she had read in the textbooks. But all Miho could focus on were the expansive wings as it flew away, Itachi clinging fast to its back while he made his escape.
"Dragons." To her left, Sync stood watching the ancient monster as well, a deep frown marring his normally too laxed face. But the moment would not last for long as, already, the corners of his mouth began pulling up to their usual smirk, sparks of mischief already flickering in his eyes. "This changes things a bit."