Divine Divinity

[Bishie]

It felt like it had lasted for days.

 

Hours, perhaps; maybe even weeks. It all seemed blurry, out of focus and there was a fogginess in his mind that he couldn't even begin to clear. Time seemed lost under the constant weight of his dreams, and each second that passed was another second lost in the greedy depths of sleep. His body tossed side to side without him ever being aware of it, and the quiet noises that escaped his mouth wouldn't have done so if he had been awake. The nightmares gripped his mind in their cold, shadowy hands, tainting it with images of torture, of blood, of memories long lost, and he was rendered incapable of resisting.

 

The only thing Logan was aware of was his own fear. The way his unconscious body trembled, and how something inside of him was crying out for him to run, to hide-- but how? He couldn't even fight back. His mind and body were almost entirely detached, and it was like he was losing his mind, literally. His sanity was wavering, fading while he slept, and no amount of screaming from his mind could ever bring him out from these dark depths. The nightmares persisted, and each one dragged on and on, as if their only purpose was to torture him longer and crueler than the torture from his enemies.

 

His enemies. He was under attack, wasn't he? He was in the center of a war, between Germans and the French. He could feel their bullets raining down upon him, and he couldn't move. The German couldn't protect himself; his muscles were frozen stiff. His eyes were glued to the sight of battle in front of him, the trenches and the glimpses of enemy clothes. Blood was soaking his skin, his suit, and pooling around his feet with the color of the darkest reds. He felt like he was drowning in it, bathing in it, despite the air filling up his lungs and the sensation of wind whipping against his face. Some small part of him realized that he was out of ammo, and even if he could move, he was helpless.

 

If there was one thing that Logan couldn't stand to be, it was helpless. He was a soldier; a warrior. He had guns and armor, and a burning confidence that fired within him, keeping him standing even when he was close to falling down. He had an intelligence that could rival even the world's greatest tacticians, and he knew how to use it to save his own hide, coming up with clever plots and plans to outwit the enemy. Beyond that, there was nothing else for him to rely on. He could only rely on himself, and in doing so, he kept himself alive, and kept himself from being helpless.

 

But in this situation, there was simply nothing that he could do. The nightmares were overpowering him, controlling him, and no matter how strong he was, or how smart or how many weapons he had, they would always win. They would always, always win. The feeling of hopelessness was crushing. He wanted to die. He just wanted to die. He couldn't take this much longer. A chill ran across his bones, and it felt like the fingers of death itself, making it's claim upon his soul. The darkness was closing in, inch by inch, and he was ready to greet it with open arms when suddenly--

 

He woke with a choked shout, his body pulled him into a sitting position almost instinctively, as if it were trying to protect him. He was half expecting to be met with a battlefield, his torturers or perhaps even Hell itself, but there was nothing there, only the darkness of his room. His heart was racing, elevated beyond normal readings, and he raised a hand to grip his throat as a wave of nausea hit him. The room was spinning unbearably, making his head throb with a migraine that probably lasted throughout the entirety of the night. Shadows were dancing along the walls, and he almost swore they were alive and laughing at him. Logan threw off the covers of his bed, and the second he stood up, he collapsed, his hand reaching for the table beside him for balance and knocking something off of it in the process.

 

"Shit," he muttered, but he didn't have time to pick whatever it was back up; he rushed to the bathroom, nearly stumbling in his haste, and almost forgot to close the door behind him before he collapsed, on hands and knees, near the toilet. He then proceeded to empty the contents of his stomach in the bowl, and if he were feeling anything less than shitty, he would have scolded himself for being as disgusting and as weak as he was in this moment. It flushed automatically, disposing of the evidence, and Logan leaned back to wipe residue off of his mouth and groaned as the room seemed to spin once more. This wasn't normal. Nightmares couldn't make you sick. He was overreacting, like a small child.

 

The longer he sat there, the worse he felt, so Logan got to his feet slowly, and took the time to wash his hands and face in the sink. His reflection stared back at him through dark bags beneath his eyes, and he couldn't help but glare at it. He needed to get a grip. He spat out mouthwash in the sink he was gripping with both hands, and watched as the blue liquid swirled down the drain with the running water. He turned off the sink, and with a sigh, left the bathroom in the same condition it was in when he had entered.

 

Squinting through the darkness, he saw that the Morphia had his back turned to him, and was most likely still fast asleep. Good. Logan couldn't afford anyone knowing that he was so weak right now, even if the Morphia had sworn to protect him. Like he ever could. The charger walked back over to his bed, and, almost as an afterthought, reached down to pick up what he had dropped. It was some kind of candy-- chocolate? He stared at it. It wasn't just chocolate; it was German chocolate. Authentic German chocolate, judging by the familiar red logo on the front. Why was this here? He found a note atop the side table, along with a cup filled with dark liquid, and read it quickly, feeling confused and slightly disoriented.

 

It only seemed to raise more questions. Apparently, the Morphia had gone and gotten some food and drink, but decided to leave it for him to eat instead. But why would he order German chocolate, of all things? Was it poisoned, perhaps, knowing that Logan would enjoy something from his homeland? He stared at the logo with a burning intensity, before finally deciding to unwrap it to see for himself. If it was poisoned, then the Morphia would be out of a job. As simple as that. He took a bite of the end piece, and allowed himself a small smile as the flavors entered his mouth.

 

It was enough to rid him of his earlier nausea. It was enough to throw him back into memories of the past-- good ones, this time. He remembered himself as a boy, only about five or six, and how he had a candy addiction that his father refused to agree with. That very same German boy had sneaked out more times than he could count, testing his skills in the art of thievery as he grabbed chocolate bars right under people's noses. Even though he always had to spend the rest of the night outside because of it, Logan never once thought that it wasn't worth it, and the more chocolate and candy he consumed, the better he felt.

 

He took another bite, and another, and before he knew it, it was gone. The wrapper crinkled in his hand, and he discarded it with only the slightest bit of hesitation. He wished there was more. Even the drink-- hot chocolate, it seemed-- didn't satisfy him afterwards. A sudden homesickness hit him, and he wondered if this feeling was any better than feeling nauseous and ill. It involved less throwing up, at the very least, but it made his heart squeeze in his chest, and he wished, more than anything, that he was back in Germany, eating chocolate bars and not risking his life out in the dangers of space. The charger leaned back in his bed, and stared up at the ceiling.

 

He wished that his father was here to tell him to grow up already.

[Key-Tokki]

Haku groaned softly when he heard a loud ringing, the speakers rang three times before the Captains booming voice came over the speaker, to which the young Morphia reached a hand up and pulled his pillow over his head to try and block it out. "Good morning everyone! We will be launching in half an hour, gather your gear and meet me at the shuttle. Those who are staying on the ship, you better not make a mess of my shop while I am gone!" Haku absolutely despised mornings, he always slept in well past noon so having to wake up at 5 am was certainly not high on his list of his enjoyable things to do. GRumbling to himself softly, he shifted under the warm blankets, letting out a low yawn as he did so. His ears drooped slightly as he finally pulled himself up, eyes barely open as he climbed out of the bed.

 

Yawning wide, he slightly stumbled to the bathroom and shut the door. Rinsing off his face, he reached over and got his tooth brush, putting tooth paste on it he stuck it in his mouth and pushed the door back open. Brushing his teeth while he rooted through his clothing, he puled out some simple white pants and a white turtle neck. Making his way back to the bathroom, he rinsed out his mouth before going back out and looking for some shoes. Running a hand through his hair as he did so. "Hey, are you almost ready to go?" As he looked over at the other, he noticed the now empty wrapped beside his bed and felt a pang of pride knowing that the man had eaten what he had gotten for him.

[Bishie]

As time passed, his sickness gradually faded. While he was still being haunted by lingering nightmares, he felt generally okay-- as okay as Logan could be-- and far away from throwing up again like a child. The room stopped spinning, for one, and he no longer felt it necessary to hover nearby a bathroom when he was on his feet. His body was on a sugar high from all the chocolate, his hands shaky in a way that will affect his aim, but he couldn't help but crave more. Even a cigarette wouldn't help him, and he knew that without even taking one out and smoking it.

 

A sugar high was better than dying from lung cancer, he supposed. And the Morphia would probably be more agreeable to it. Not like Logan cared what he thought. He glanced over to the figure wrapped in blankets in the bed besides his, and huffed quietly to himself. The guy was still sleeping, without a care in the world and any thought of the dangers that were awaiting him when he woke. Chances are, he wouldn't even wake from the sound of his alarm, and the charger would have to drag him out of bed so that they could be on time for the launch.

 

Sitting on the edge of his bed, he leaned down to re-strap the combat knife to his boot, making sure it was well hidden beneath the cloth of his pants. When he was satisfied, he stood up, moving to reclaim his gun and holster from where he had last set them. Logan checked it's ammunition quickly before putting it back in it's place by his side, and threw on a long dark jacket that he found from his bag of clothing. It fit his frame nicely, being custom designed for the German himself, and he shoved his hands in their pockets as he leaned against a nearby wall, finding another cigarette carton and extra bullets for his gun, thankfully.

 

He was long since dressed when the alarm finally rang, and he hadn't moved an inch from the wall in twenty or so minutes, just staring across the room at nothing in particular, waiting. Thinking. Planning. Occasionally, his eyes would rest on the figure in bed, and they would soften for a split second as a strange fondness passed over him. He wished that he could sleep at a time like this, but his nightmares would take over again the second he shut his eyes against the world. Besides, he needed to be ready and prepared for work. There was no time for lounging around.

 

The Morphia woke slowly. He shifted several times before the speakers came on, the captain giving them their orders quickly before everything fell silent once more. It took almost two minutes for the man to stumble out of bed, blurry eyed and messy-haired, and he barely gave Logan a glance before entering the bathroom. The charger sighed, and waited patiently as he listened to the sound of running water from the sink and the ruffling of clothes. He let his eyes slip shut momentarily, and he almost fell into a short nap against the wall before he heard the Morphia speaking up, addressing him.

 

"Hey, are you almost ready to go?"

 

He hadn't heard the water shut off-- but apparently it had, and the Morphia was already back in the room, looking for shoes to put on. Logan glanced at him with a sudden tiredness, and he nodded in response, pushing himself off of the wall. "I'm ready," he said, but then stopped. He caught sight of a flash of dark red bandages, and made a quiet noise in the back of his throat. The wounds must have been aggravated while he was lying on them in bed, and Logan couldn't help the slightest bit of concern that he felt. "Are you? If it's necessary, we can replace your bandages before heading out."

 

They didn't have much time, though. It would take roughly five minutes for them to make it to where they were supposed to be, and Logan had no clue how much time they had been standing around for. But still-- the Morphia was wounded, and the charger wanted him to be in top shape before they left for the planet. That was all. He shoved his concern aside, and moved closer to him. Bruises still littered the Morphia's pale complexion, having been barely visible from a long distance, and the sight of them made Logan's brow furrow. If only he had followed orders; if he had, then he would have been fine. He would have avoided injury, and taken down that soldier easily.

 

What a pain in the ass, this Morphia was.

 

Logan drew closer so that he could examine the extent of his injuries, staring at the thin scratches at the back of his neck, and hummed to himself. "We should probably hurry, though. It'll be faster with two people, and I don't want you going into the field already coated in dried blood."

[Key-Tokki]

Haku managed to find some big white boots under the bed that must have been left for him. Though most of the men needed to wear bright colors to stand out in the white landscape, he was instructed to wear white in order to blend in. As the stealth fighter that is what he intended to do if anything went bad, and the mostly white hair helped as well. Plopping down where he stood, he began to pull the boots on and lace them up tightly, lithe fingers moving quickly along the strings. Glancing up at the charger, he noted how clearly worn out the other was. Humans are so delicate. He thought to himself before pushing himself up from the ground and brushing off his clothes. Now dressed in all white with white hair he almost looked pristine.

 

"Are you? If it's necessary, we can replace your bandages before heading out.

He heard the other ask and stopped, glancing down at himself. He seemed fine. Pushing back his sleeves however, he noticed all the angry dark red sploches on his bandages. Reaching over he lightly pressed a finger to one, and winced slightly as the wound screamed in protest. With one glance on he holographic clock on the wall, he noted the time and shook his head. Waving a hand as he went to walk around the other. "No, that's alright. We can worry about it once we are back on the ship. Without another word he entered the code and stepped out into the hallway, which was already bustling with activity. Oh, how he despised mornings. Yawning wide, he began to make his way through the crowd, assuming the charger would catch up on his own.

 

He was already mad enough at himself, why on earth had he gone out of his way last night to make sure the man was comfortable? It made absolutely no sense. He weaved through the crowd of steady moving people, all seemed to be getting ready for there first misson. For all the morphia new, this could be his first, and last mission. If there was ever a time he was glad his species were light on there feet, it was now. He managed to weave his way through the crowd without much trouble, a task he was sure would not be as easy for his poor charger. As soon as he approached the launching bay, the captain came into view. He was standing in a navey blue uniform with a red sash and it looked like he was already reading everyone there rights.

 

"Alright, men. This is our first mission, we could be saving humanity here so keep your heads out of your asses and it should be fine. The tempurature there is below freezing, if you are exposed for more than a few minutes without protective gear on, you will freeze and die. Morphia," He began, looking around until his eyes came into contact with Haku's before continuing, "Your kind are very thin blooded and you fall below the recommended weight as well, so with you we will be taking extra procautions. Do not, under any circumstances, remove any protective gear. There will be a mini shuttle attached to ours, if there is any discoloration in your hair, we will send you back up. No need to loose one of the few Morphia we have to some snow."

 

He glanced down at the papers before continuing, "Now there has been movement down there, and we have located some large tracks already so there is definetly some indiginous life down there. Everyone is to stay with your buddies who you were originally assigned too. Now I don't give a crap if you like eachother or not, they are your lifeline buddy. Best to except that now." With one more glance to the paper, he nodded before turning to the entrance of the shuttle, "Alright, everyone, come on in and take your seats. We have a bit of preparation to do, an then we will be taking off." The captain dissapeared into the shuttle doors, and Haku glanced around the crowd in search of his charger. If they were going to be lifeline buddies, then they might as well sit together on the way there, right? In truth, it was clear that not many people on the ship liked Morphia, and he didn't want to be stuck sitting next to one of them on the way down there.

[Bishie]

Logan didn't know what he had been expecting. Even though the Morphia was clearly aware of his reopened wounds, he ignored them with only the slightest wince of pain and brushed past Logan without hesitation. He was dressed from top to bottom in the purest of whites, wearing his suit almost like a second skin as it wrapped tightly around his narrow shoulders and waist, as if it was specially fitted just for him. It matched his hair almost perfectly, and Logan was worried that the red of his blood would taint the suit just as the blue of his ears stood out against his hair.

 

Worry. It was a strange emotion, especially when it revolved so fully around a man he barely knew-- a Morphia none-the-less-- and could hardly even begin to stand. It was a confusing swirl of emotions inside of him, and the charger had little to no time to stop and consider them. He supposed it was the direct result of his feelings of attraction; the Morphia was pleasing to look at, to say the least, and he knew this from the very moment he had met him. Logan had plenty of practice in pushing his own libido aside to save for later, but despite the importance of their mission, he found himself unable to fully ignore it. That wasn't acceptable to him-- his body came last, especially in times like this.

 

The mission should always come first. The mission will always come first. It was something that Logan apparently needed reminded of, because even though the clock on the wall ticked yet another minute away, he was still standing there, almost as if in some kind of trance, staring at the line of the Morphia's back and lingering on his backside... Fuck. He needed sleep. The German shook himself mentally, and once he realized that the Morphia was already halfway down the hallway, he hurried to catch up. The crowd parted for him automatically-- his height and dark appearance making him stand out-- and some stopped to stare openly at him, as if they didn't have a job they were supposed to be doing.

 

If he was being honest, he almost lost the Morphia. The man was quick, agile; it was impressive, even for a Morphia. Logan broke into a jog with the hallway beginning to clear, and caught up just as they reached the launching bay, the captain already ready to give them their orders. He took his place next to the Morphia without sparing him a single glance, arms crossing over his chest restlessly as he waited. "Alright, men. This is our first mission. We could be saving humanity here, so keep your heads out of your asses and it should be fine..."

 

Logan kept his eyes and body facing straight forwards, his stance and facial expression nothing less than professional, but some part of him wanted to turn towards the Morphia instead-- some part of him wanted to examine his profile, the look in his eyes and read deeply into each and every twitch of his body. What was the Morphia thinking right now? Was he nervous? Scared, even? He wondered if the guy would even show it if he was.

 

"Morphia," the captain's voice rose louder as he addressed the man besides the charger, interrupting his thoughts, "Your kind are very thin blooded and you fall below the recommended weight as well... Do not, under any circumstances, remove any protective gear..."

 

If he did, Logan would kill him himself.

 

"...Now there has been movement down there, and we have located some large tracks already. There is definitely some indigenous life..."

 

Great, they had an abominable snow man to deal with. Perfect.

 

"Everyone is to stay with your buddies who you were originally assigned to. Now I don't give a crap if you like each other or not, they are your lifeline buddy. Best to accept that now."

 

Great, Logan had a lifeline buddy who can't even bring himself to fight a single human. Perfect. The charger took a long glance at the Morphia beside him, and sighed audibly, a hand reaching up to run uncharacteristically through his own hair, catching on the dark strands and disheveling them slightly. They weren't going to make it past the first assignment, that was for sure. Good thing Logan has already made his peace with death. "Alright, everyone, come on in and take your seats. We have a bit of preparation to do, and then we will be taking off."

 

The Morphia glanced around, as if he were looking for him, and their eyes caught almost immediately. Logan was somehow taken aback by the sheer color of them, despite how many times he has seen them before, and even though he was irritated, annoyed, and everything in between, his face flushed slightly and betrayed him. He glanced away to break the spell with a huff, uncrossing his arms and fidgeting uncomfortably. "I guess we should sit together?" the words didn't come out in the way that he wanted to, hovering somewhere around hesitating and questioning. It wasn't like him, and he knew it. Without waiting for the Morphia to respond, or begin to analyze him, he gestured for them to walk together, and made his way through the crowd to the shuttle doors.

 

He didn't look back to see if the Morphia would follow him. He knew he would; there was no reason not to. He took his seat, and mentally prepared himself for what was to come. It could be nothing, but it could also be everything. It could be a new life for the human race, or death for them all. They were betting, gambling their lives, their futures, and if there was one thing that Logan didn't rely on...

 

It was luck.

[Key-Tokki]

The Morphia didn't even notice the other was beside him until they locked eyes, Human eyes were always amazing to his kind. They betrayed so much emotion, no matter how much a human might try to hide it, there was always something there. It was obvious that Logan was one of those rough and tough guys who tried to keep there emotions to themselves, something about it being a weakness he assumed, but that is what made the chargers eyes so intriguing. No matter how good this human was at keeping a straight face, the morphia could see all the vast array of emotions running over the mans face. Morphia were extremely unpredictible and violent creatures by nature, so they had over the years, profected the ability to hide there emotions.

 

So most of there kind either had 'dead' eyes, or what were called curious eyes. Dead eyes were the Morphia who saw no need to display any extra emotion, or let any emotion seep out so there eyes tended to look impassive and calm. Then there the curious morphia, who generally were trying to act more human, and let any emotions they felt flow out of there expressions freely. Haku never saw the need to classify himself as either, if he was sad, he let himself be sad, if he was happy, he let himself look happy. It seemed like a waste to use extra energy on something as unimportant as facial expressions. Despite how interesting Logans eyes and facial expressions were to the morphia, he had absolutely no idea why the other would have flushed.

 

Was his charger already getting sick before they even got onto the shuttle? Had he been incorrect, and actually gotten a human that was sickly and weak, and not one that was as strong as he had originally thought? Come to think of it, he had never seen the other fight, so it would make sense, then again that was also his fault for making such a mess of combat training last night. He parted his lips to answer the other, but before he could, the man was already walking away from him. Leaning back and putting his weight on the heels of his feet, he watched the other begin to move through the crowd and make his way towards the ship. "I was going to ask you anyway." He murmured softly to himself, the other being to far away from him now to hear.

 

His voice was soft, but almost defiant, like when you are a child and your parent tells you to do something, you do it, but make it seem like you were doing it of your own free will. However, after a moment of standing there, he decided it was best to avoid any problems, and made to fall after the other. Carefully, he resumed weaving his way through the crowd, however, he felt a painful tug on the back of his hair and nearly fell over trying to right himself. His hand shot up to there area that was now painfully throbbing as he quickly turned around and scanned the crown for who had yanked at him. So at this point it was pretty clear that there was going to be trouble on this ship. For the first time since he got on this ship, he found himself looking forward to getting out of it, and onto some solid ground.

 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the large captain, who gave him a large grin and held up one hand, giving him a big thumbs up. Rubbing his head in annoyance, he decided now was not the time to chase after some bully. Sighing slightly, he adjusted himself before heading into the shuttle after making sure he looked fine. Last time the charger had seen him flustered, he had known that something happened and that was not something Haku could really deal with having to explain right now. He glanced around the now crowded shuttle, there was only ten people in total, but the transportation machine was small, so made it seem a bit cramped.

 

Luckily for Haku he was probably the smallest person in here, so had a much easier time moving around than the others did. Glancing around until he saw the other, he relaxed and stepped carefully over the feet in his way. However at the sudden turbulance that was probably the outer shield knocking away a flying rock or something, Haku once again found himself stumbling and he managed to land face first in the chargers lap. His eyes widened slightly as he quickly pushed himself up using the others legs as leverage. Bowing deeply he murmured out quickly, "Excuse me, extremely sorry." He kept his eyes trained on the floor in front of him as he took his seat and quickly pulled on his seat belt, snapping it around himself securely just as the count down went off.

 

Departing in T Minue, 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..1.

 

The entire shuttle began to vibrate for a few moments, and then, just like that, they were off. Shooting straight through the space before them, modern space tech was extremely advanced now, and they were able to travel at speeds never even dreamed of before. Everything was quiet, and tense in the small shuttle, as they rocketed towards there destination. There were no windows, everything was controlled via outside lenses, so they had no idea they had even entered the planets atmosphere until they heard the landing gear disengage. One the shuttle was safely on the ground, the captain stood up and spoke, "Alright men, prepare yourselfs. Charger, you go out first, Morphia you are right behind him." The Captains voice was no nonse ense as he moved aside to give them room to get out after they had all there proper gear on.

 

The large door made a clicking sound, before slowly sliding up , Haku winced slightly as the bright white glare from the snow was revealed. All that could be seen,w as a vast white landscape. They had come in the middle of what appeared to be a huge blizzard, just there luck. The visibility was only about twelve feet in front of you. The morphia hadn't put his googles on yet, and when a burst of freezing wind blew in and smacked him in the face he cursed softly, rubbing his now watery eyes painfully. There eyes were extremely sensitive to cold, and bright lights, so this was definetly not going to be enjoyable for him. "Come on, Charger, Morphia, get to stepping." The captain urged them on, waiting for them tos tep outside.