The Immaculate Doctor

Because work tired me out more than I thought it would. See you all tomorrow.

nero-the-sable:

doctor-weiss:

nero-the-sable:

doctor-weiss:

The barrier began to open, but it did not give out entirely. That shadows that had been on his hand were shaken off and he gently began to pry apart the pronged wings that served as his brother’s arms and hands. Bit by bit, the shield was moved and he could see his brother inside the darkness, looking so vulnerable it physically pained Weiss to look at him.

“Brother, at long last.”

Her pushed his way in, gently, carefully. Weiss did not rush and wrapped his arms around his brother’s shoulders, slowly moving in. He held him quietly. There was no need for more words, for now. All Nero needed to know was that he was here for him.

The younger of the two leaned into the embrace, trembling and weary. The false appendages withdrew to fold at his back once more.

 _{“…It hurts, brother…”}

His voice had become hoarse, muffled slightly by the metal that covered his mouth. It was a fact that he cared little for. Nero had his brother here and for now that was enough. If only the pain would go away…

There was blood on his brother’s scalp from where he had been tearing into it before, when he started going mad from being confined. There had to be a way to undo this. There was a solution to everything.

“I know, Nero. I’m sorry I can’t do more than this.” Holding Nero. He had only got to hold his brother a few times in his new life, his second chance. But what of his brother’s second chance? Had he not been freed for a reason? What a despicable and cruel trick this was. “Nero…just breathe…breathe and try to relax. I’m here. Your brother’s here for you.”

Nero tried, he really did, but each intake of air gave way to a shuddering expulsion. It was hard, so hard to relax after everything. He’d been free after having been restrained for so long…

“_{I can’t…}”

His brother’s presence and the arms wrapped around him were probably the only things keeping the Sable grounded at the moment and clinging tightly to his last coherent train of thought and the shred of sanity that came with it. 

Weiss touched his forehead to Nero’s. He kept contact any way he could in order to help his brother’s mind stay together.

“You can,” he insisted, “you are my brother. Blood of my blood. You can overcome this.” Weiss believed in his brother. If they got through his arm biding and wing grafting the first time round, they can do it again. And then, when the storm past and the dust settled, they would make people pay and Weiss would figure out a way to free his brother once more. Nero did not deserve to be tied up.

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castle-prodigy-ienzo:

doctor-weiss:

castle-prodigy-ienzo:

doctor-weiss:

Weiss chuckled. Gently he reached out and ruffled up the boy’s hair, amazed at the hue. It was an interesting shade of silver- cool gray? It had hints of blue in it.

“Hot cocoa it is.”

How surprisingly easy it was to come into contact with the boy. The ex-Tsviet did not feel any ill will towards the boy - far from it, he was grateful to him for being a balm for Nero’s soul while he had been gone. If Nero looked upon Ienzo as a brother, then, by extension they were brothers, too. He would simply have to get used to little Ienzo being in his life as well as Nero. Things were moving so fast…

“I’m not nice,” answered the white-haired man, “so much as I am into self-preservation.” There was a Turk with a bad temper in the house who might give him hell if he hadn’t acted the good host.

Leading the boy into the mansion kitchen, he gestured to a chair and got started on making the hot cocoa. Boiling some milk in a special saucepan and adding in the mix. “So, Ienzo, tell me a bit about yourself…what you like…how you met Nero….anything. I am curious.”

 Ienzo laughed as the familiar feeling of someone ruffling up his hair as usual, a gesture that the apprentice had come full well to accept and even enjoy as something fun. A sign of affection.

“Thank you very much, Weiss.”

Ienzo had begun relaxing in the older man’s presence though there was still so much he was curious about Deepground and everything that had happened to them. It had made him sad to know what they’d done but even sadder to know what had been the cause that day he’d confronted Hojo. He just hoped that he’d make a good impression on the older man. And he couldn’t help but wonder just what had happened to him.

“Self preservation’s a good thing, but I think you’re nicer than you’re letting on. I mean, you’re being kind to me after all. And I know that it’s likely because of Nero but that still didn’t mean you had to be.”

The child followed the man into the kitch and hopped up into the chair, watching the man work. “Well…I’m not too sure how it was I ran into Nero…I just sort of found him and we started talking. He let me examine his wings and I tried to free him from the restraints he was in. Before I knew it, we were talking regularly and started calling each other…brothers,” the boy replied, saying that last word in a smaller tone out of a slight apprehension at how Weiss would react to the knowledge.

The boy was sharp - sharper than a boy his age should be, but that was why he was called a prodigy, right? It was true that Weiss didn’t have to be nice, but it felt right enough. Nero had a hand in it - as well as other factors - but Weiss also needed to know the world outside of Deepground and the walls that now made up his home for the time being.

The man listened attentively as Ienzo spoke about how he met his brother, some of the words surprising him quite a bit. Some things did not match what he could recall with his scattered memories, while others did in fact, make a lot of sense. His head began to throb painfully and he rubbed at his temples. The milk was boiling and he poured it into a mug. It was one of those joke things one got for someone; a random gift from the Turk staying with him. It read ‘WARNING! THE MAD SCIENTIST IS STALKING ABROAD!’ Although he did not get the reference, the slogan had made him laugh a little the first time he saw it.

He handed the mug over to Ienzo, warning him that it might be a bit hot; he didn’t let go of the cup until he was sure it wouldn’t burn the boy. He silently thanked the last few times he babysat for his ability to deal with children now. Weiss wasn’t sure he’d be as good with them as Nero was.

The boy was apprehensive. He had no reason to be and Weiss was quick to rectify this.

He smiled, gently as possible, and ruffled the boy’s hair again. He seemed to like this gesture, from what he observed. “Well, I suppose that means you and I are brothers as well, of sorts. Do you mind sharing Nero with me?”

 Ienzo was so curious. So very curious as to how Weiss and Nero were like as children. He wondered so much about them, their past, and their side of the story from what that woman in Kalm had told him that day she’d fed him. He could tell that Weiss was highly intelligent as well, seeing a similar intelligence to that of the apprentices.

When Ienzo noticed that Weiss was rubbing at his head, the boy asked in a soft tone, “Are you okay?” worried for the elder and his wellbeing. Even if Ienzo wasn’t too certain yet around the man, he  was still Nero’s brother and it made Ienzo worried as well because he just knew that Nero would be upset if anything had happened to either of his two brothers. And Ienzo hated to see his big brother sad about anything. It made him oddly protective over the other even though the small scientist was hardly strong enough for much of a fight.

Upon seeing the mug and what was written on it, the boy let out a small giggle as he made a mental note to find and purchase one of these kinds of mugs for Even for Christmas. Although the boy was certain that his foster father would simply roll his eyes and groan at the present, Ienzo thought it would make a nice precursor to the real gift he was getting for the man who was raising him. Taking the mug, Ienzo took a tentative sip of the beverage to get adjusted to the temperature before taking a deeper sip. “This is really good!” he complimented.

The boy smiled again as his hair was mussed a little more before he looked up at the other in somewhat awe. “Really? Y-you’re willing to be my brother, too?” he asked. “Though I feel as though I should be the one asking you if you’re willing to share. Nero’s always been your brother, after all.”

The boy was worried about his well-being. He shouldn’t. Weiss was not a kind man. He could remember the kind of person he was back in Deepground, before he…died the first time. Unlike everyone else who seemed to have died off and come back, this particular Tsviet had been unlucky enough to have it happen to him twice. And when he came back this time he had someone accompany him…so long as his tenant didn’t decide to cause problems right now, things would be fine.

He gave Ienzo a reassuring smile. “I’ll be fine.” He ruffled the boy’s head again and smiled widely when his cocoa was praised. He felt quite proud then, even though it was just for a simple drink. “Thank you. Make sure not to leave a drop. Don’t want to waste after all.” It was something an adult would say to a child, right? He would need to inquire the right people about this sort of thing…

He should really stop messing up the boy’s hair, but he couldn ‘t quite help it.

He nodded in affirmation; he wouldn’t mind having another little brother to look after. It might even do Weiss some good in the long run. He crouched at the foot of the chair and looked the boy straight in the eye. “I have had Nero for far longer than you. I think it would be selfish if I kept him to myself. And Nero cares for you greatly and separating you would only cause strife. Besides…I think I can grow to be as fond of you as Nero is.” He chuckled. “You’ve found a way into this heart of mine.”

nero-the-sable:

doctor-weiss:

nero-the-sable:

Yes, Nero remembered that day. He remembered the terror, the pain…he remembered the warm embrace that preceded it.

That…had been the last time you held me…

The barrier weakened, enough so that it would be easy to separate the wings. Fear kept him from removing it completely, lest he see that it truly wasn’t his brother trying to get through to him.

…Were it not for these…’things‘…would you hold me again, brother?

The barrier began to open, but it did not give out entirely. That shadows that had been on his hand were shaken off and he gently began to pry apart the pronged wings that served as his brother’s arms and hands. Bit by bit, the shield was moved and he could see his brother inside the darkness, looking so vulnerable it physically pained Weiss to look at him.

“Brother, at long last.”

Her pushed his way in, gently, carefully. Weiss did not rush and wrapped his arms around his brother’s shoulders, slowly moving in. He held him quietly. There was no need for more words, for now. All Nero needed to know was that he was here for him.

The younger of the two leaned into the embrace, trembling and weary. The false appendages withdrew to fold at his back once more.

 _{“…It hurts, brother…”}

His voice had become hoarse, muffled slightly by the metal that covered his mouth. It was a fact that he cared little for. Nero had his brother here and for now that was enough. If only the pain would go away…

There was blood on his brother’s scalpel from where he had been tearing into it before, when he started going mad from being confined. There had to be a way to undo this. There was a solution to everything.

“I know, Nero. I’m sorry I can’t do more than this.” Holding Nero. He had only got to hold his brother a few times in his new life, his second chance. But what of his brother’s second chance? Had he not been freed for a reason? What a despicable and cruel trick this was. “Nero…just breathe…breathe and try to relax. I’m here. Your brother’s here for you.”

crimson-chaos:

doctor-weiss:

crimson-chaos:

“Weiss, the immaculate.” A quiet acknowledgement to the man I barely know, but have heard of. Him and Deepground, they were deeply rooted.

“Vincent Valentine.” There was a slight hitch in the way he spoke the name. A spark of a memory that had been buried in the recesses of the Immaculate’s none-too-Immaculate mind. An animosity that was not his bubbled up, but he kept it at bay. He could not help the slight sneer as he greeted the other man; he didn’t mean yet he meant it all the same. “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

Chaos and Omega, one weapon that exists to serve the others, one would have thought the shell holding those would get along. One couldn’t have been more wrong. The sneer carved upon his lips is as detectable as the dryness of my response. “I’m certain.”

As he has shown, the courtesy is returned. Cerberus is not drawn yet.

There was a mental tug-of-war going on in Weiss’ mind between what and who the man truly was, the other being inhabiting his mind and who he was right now. While one might not say that Weiss had become docile - far from it - he meant no harm to anyone at the moment. Not unless he became provoked.

He reigned himself in. Cerberus was not drawn; he could see that.

“Survived, did you?” It was the best question he could come up with. “Many seemed to have survived those particular days when Deepground ran rampant upon the world…”

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nero-the-sable:

Yes, Nero remembered that day. He remembered the terror, the pain…he remembered the warm embrace that preceded it.

That…had been the last time you held me…

The barrier weakened, enough so that it would be easy to separate the wings. Fear kept him from removing it completely, lest he see that it truly wasn’t his brother trying to get through to him.

…Were it not for these…’things‘…would you hold me again, brother?

The barrier began to open, but it did not give out entirely. That shadows that had been on his hand were shaken off and he gently began to pry apart the pronged wings that served as his brother’s arms and hands. Bit by bit, the shield was moved and he could see his brother inside the darkness, looking so vulnerable it physically pained Weiss to look at him.

“Brother, at long last.”

Her pushed his way in, gently, carefully. Weiss did not rush and wrapped his arms around his brother’s shoulders, slowly moving in. He held him quietly. There was no need for more words, for now. All Nero needed to know was that he was here for him.

nero-the-sable:

doctor-weiss:

nero-the-sable:

doctor-weiss:

All it had taken was one word from someone about Nero’s current state of distress that forced the ex-leader of the Tsviets into action. It could have been Megami, it could have been something mentioned in passing by the boy his brother was so fond of - for all that it matter, the voice in his mind could have been the source of the awful news. No matter where he had heard it, Weiss knew that his younger brother was in an awful state and he could not leave him be.

Like the wind, he rushed to his brother’s aid. A mentally unstable Nero was just as bad as a mentally unstable Weiss (perhaps much worse, because one could argue that Weiss was odd in the head all the time).

He found his younger brother, bloodied and half mad from having his arms bound once again. Weiss had heard tell of his brother being able to free his limbs and had wished to give his congratulations of being able to leave something of Deepground behind; he was obviously too late.

“Nero…Nero!” His voice was soft, but firm. Commanding, even. One of them needed to be control, he thought, of the situation. One of them had to keep their heads clear. Nero needed him to be the older brother - he was his older brother - to take care of him in his hour of need. “Nero…I’m here. Are you all right brother?”

He approached, unafraid. During their time in Deepground they had all experienced the most awful of things - Weiss had already died once. He no longer feared death and he had stopped fearing pain a long time ago. He grasped his brothers face and tried to lift it up so their eyes could meet. He looks so miserable. “Nero…”

A metal wing knocked the Immaculate away, the younger sibling only vaguely registering the voice and not its owner in his current state.

Intruder.

Don’t touch me.

Intruder.

The artificial appendages then shifted to form a barrier around the Sable to ward off the unknown presence. Another attempt to get near him would bring out the darkness, limited though his abilities were.

Knocked back though he was, Weiss the Immaculate was far from deterred. Weiss did not care if he got hurt, he would get through to Nero somehow.

“Nero, let me in!” he called, his voice higher, louder. His voice would be heard. He was Nero’s commander once - the leader of a whole underground army. Every had heard his voice once upon a time - the whole world had heard him at some point, even though it had not been really him speaking. Most importantly of all, Weiss and Nero were brothers and he would get through that shield one way or another. Nero’s darkness did not frighten him.

Just…what did he do in the past when Nero was like this?

I can’t remember.

He had to.

I can’t.

“Nero…”

He touched the barrier.

“Nero, let me in. It’s Weiss. Don’t you remember my voice?”

Slivers of shadow leaked from the male in warning at the slight weight that was added to the metal.

That voice…Impossible.

Brother died.

Nero refused to respond, refused to withdraw his wings and allow the other through.

Leave me be.

The shadows leaked out, threatening to overtake Weiss, but he ignored them. If he left now what kind of brother would he be?

“Nero, I mean it. Let me in or so help me I will find my way in.” He really meant it. He didn’t want to hurt Nero, but he had no other way of finding a way into his brother’s shield - the barrier that kept them apart. His hand remained where it was. But what was he to say?

That time when he had those arms…

“Brother…do you remember…the day you had these wings grafted on? You were…so scared. And I held you. Don’t you remember that time? This voice? Nero, let me in.”

castle-prodigy-ienzo:

doctor-weiss:

Weiss chuckled. Gently he reached out and ruffled up the boy’s hair, amazed at the hue. It was an interesting shade of silver- cool gray? It had hints of blue in it.

“Hot cocoa it is.”

How surprisingly easy it was to come into contact with the boy. The ex-Tsviet did not feel any ill will towards the boy - far from it, he was grateful to him for being a balm for Nero’s soul while he had been gone. If Nero looked upon Ienzo as a brother, then, by extension they were brothers, too. He would simply have to get used to little Ienzo being in his life as well as Nero. Things were moving so fast…

“I’m not nice,” answered the white-haired man, “so much as I am into self-preservation.” There was a Turk with a bad temper in the house who might give him hell if he hadn’t acted the good host.

Leading the boy into the mansion kitchen, he gestured to a chair and got started on making the hot cocoa. Boiling some milk in a special saucepan and adding in the mix. “So, Ienzo, tell me a bit about yourself…what you like…how you met Nero….anything. I am curious.”

 Ienzo laughed as the familiar feeling of someone ruffling up his hair as usual, a gesture that the apprentice had come full well to accept and even enjoy as something fun. A sign of affection.

“Thank you very much, Weiss.”

Ienzo had begun relaxing in the older man’s presence though there was still so much he was curious about Deepground and everything that had happened to them. It had made him sad to know what they’d done but even sadder to know what had been the cause that day he’d confronted Hojo. He just hoped that he’d make a good impression on the older man. And he couldn’t help but wonder just what had happened to him.

“Self preservation’s a good thing, but I think you’re nicer than you’re letting on. I mean, you’re being kind to me after all. And I know that it’s likely because of Nero but that still didn’t mean you had to be.”

The child followed the man into the kitch and hopped up into the chair, watching the man work. “Well…I’m not too sure how it was I ran into Nero…I just sort of found him and we started talking. He let me examine his wings and I tried to free him from the restraints he was in. Before I knew it, we were talking regularly and started calling each other…brothers,” the boy replied, saying that last word in a smaller tone out of a slight apprehension at how Weiss would react to the knowledge.

The boy was sharp - sharper than a boy his age should be, but that was why he was called a prodigy, right? It was true that Weiss didn’t have to be nice, but it felt right enough. Nero had a hand in it - as well as other factors - but Weiss also needed to know the world outside of Deepground and the walls that now made up his home for the time being.

The man listened attentively as Ienzo spoke about how he met his brother, some of the words surprising him quite a bit. Some things did not match what he could recall with his scattered memories, while others did in fact, make a lot of sense. His head began to throb painfully and he rubbed at his temples. The milk was boiling and he poured it into a mug. It was one of those joke things one got for someone; a random gift from the Turk staying with him. It read ‘WARNING! THE MAD SCIENTIST IS STALKING ABROAD!’ Although he did not get the reference, the slogan had made him laugh a little the first time he saw it.

He handed the mug over to Ienzo, warning him that it might be a bit hot; he didn’t let go of the cup until he was sure it wouldn’t burn the boy. He silently thanked the last few times he babysat for his ability to deal with children now. Weiss wasn’t sure he’d be as good with them as Nero was.

The boy was apprehensive. He had no reason to be and Weiss was quick to rectify this.

He smiled, gently as possible, and ruffled the boy’s hair again. He seemed to like this gesture, from what he observed. “Well, I suppose that means you and I are brothers as well, of sorts. Do you mind sharing Nero with me?”