Once in the safety of his own home, willingly gifted by Adolf, Y/N stopped holding back, letting loose a roar of anger before absolutely pulverising his kitchen table. Wooden legs snapped before they even had the chance to buckle and splinters were scattered like a 360 machine gun, impaling walls and floors alike
Y/N didn't stop there though, continuing to layer punches against anything that was close enough. The house shook and dust fell as furniture, cupboards and even the walls were broken down under the power of the Super Battleship
Anger had erupted like a volcano in his heart, its black ash clouding his mind and molten rock setting his veins ablaze with unholy fury. His voice was little less than a growl and his eyes exploded suns
When his clothing became too restrictive to his wrath Y/N tore them off, throwing his coat to the side where it collapsed in a sad little heap that was quickly followed by the rest of his military garbs till Y/N was left standing in nothing but his dress pants, continuing his wrathful assault on his own home
A home that wasn't actually his
In a nation that wasn't actually his
With people that weren't actually his!
"They are my people!"
Silance
Y/N stood frozen, fist pulled back, clenched tightly yet unable to deliver another punch, his entire form frozen solid as if he had turned to stone with that declaration from his own lips. Lips that were parted ever so slightly as if surprised by what they had said
"They are my people..."
Then he was moving once more, form slouched and weary holding none of the military discipline he had been born with or the regal air he had adopted. No, his form was tired... sad... lonely
Y/N collapsed atop the ruined remains of what had once been a couch, fluff tickling at his exposed skin that didn't even have a drop of sweat on it yet still shone under the flickering light bulbs
"They are mine..."
There was something possessive in that tone, but also something vulnerable. Not a want, but a need. A need to be wanted. A need to be accepted. He was a Kansen, a manifestation of humanity's hopes and dreams... What would he be without them then?
'Hmf. Our fronts are our concern. Maybe pay attention to your own people.'
'Come now, de Gaulle, they aren't even his people. Just another world's version of them.'
Their words echoed in his mind like a haunting screech, tearing at the little sanity he had managed to regain from his explosive wrath. It hurt all the more because what they said was true... and how honestly they had meant it
He was nothing to these men, just a ship with a mind. A weapon of war that had developed a consciousness. They believed his opinions to matter little for who cares what the gun thought as it was fired?
Even the people of Iron Blood would agree with them because they did not know him. Did not know the years he had spent with them, protecting their nation together as human and Kansen. They simply didn't know because they had never experienced it
... And hopefully, they never would
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"Finally come to visit little old me?"
Y/N snorted at the Siren's attempt to seem composed, a vain effort considering he could nearly smell the fear rolling off of her in waves. Even that sound was enough to garner a small flinch from her
"We have yet to get any information out of her I'm afraid. Any equipment we use ends up like that." The man in charge of the interrogation, with gaunt and hollow eyes, motioned to the table where the weapons of interrogators lay as a small mound of scrap "Even psychological has proven ineffective."
"You would do well to remember she is not a human, but a Siren. Normal means have no effect on her kind." Y/N spoke absent-mindedly as he looked over the destroyed tools, noting how primitive they were to what he had previously seen
"Then how should we proceed?" Should Y/N be worried about the glint that appeared in those hollow eyes? Probably, but it could be useful in the future so he would leave the man to develop for now so he may become a valuable asset later
"That was never my realm of expertise I'm afraid, but I can offer pointers." Y/N held his hand to the side, only to receive a raised eyebrow in response. With a light cough, he called another man over and requested a notebook
Seems his old habits of being tended to were kicking in
Receiving the small notebook the super battleship quickly scribbled down some notes he remembered his more vicious kin mentioning in passing, notes that included something called 'Baby Shark' that he hoped the scientists would figure out because he certainly hadn't understood it
The torturer gave a humm of appreciation as he looked over the hurried scrawl provided, somehow understanding what others would see as little more than chicken scratches
Y/N wasn't the tidiest quick writer
"I will have to look into these. I thank you for your help... will you be staying?"
Y/N took a quick look at the chained siren, noting the desperate hope that she tried desperately to hide before returning his attention to the man "No... I have something I wish to test myself."
Y/N took slow, measured steps towards the siren, each step resounding on the metal floors till they sounded like the distant chime of a bell... of the gong of the executioner. The Lurker glared at him even as he saw the fear clear as day in her eyes, wondering what he would do to her
He leant down, slowly, till his breath ghosted over her ear, every mechanical nerve in her body screaming for her to move, to run, to hide. Yet he did nothing but whisper so silently that her ears only barely picked up what was said
The Lurker screamed in fear
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The Siren Slayer
FanfictionA ship from a timeline long since destroyed, brought back by his worst foes for their own gains. Their move was calculated, but dam were they bad at maths
