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 Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 4:55 pm
 there is no mercy
“STOP IT!” Leviathan screamed, voice hoarse as the boy attempted to jerk Rook’s chains from his wrists.
“Make me,” the Nobody snarled, slowly reeling the boy in like a thrashing fish. The longer Leviathan fought, the more exhausted he’d be when he finally gave in, making Rook’s job that much easier. He just had to exercise a little patience.
“DAAAAD!” the boy hollered, jerking again. Rook might be stronger than him, but his father definitely favored him over the Nobody. Not that it was a surprise, really. He could be a slug and not related to his father at all, and he was still pretty sure his father would like him better. Rook was one of the meanest creatures it had even been his misfortune to encounter.
“He’s gone out,” Rook hissed, giving one of the chains a good jerk, smiling as Leviathan’s face contorted in a scowl. “Back to the lab, if I’m not mistaken.”
Leviathan groaned. Why was his father always running back to the lab? He was there so much, he might as well add his bed and he could just…move in, or something! He tugged his arms back sharply and was rewarded with a piercing jolt of pain all the way back in his shoulders as Rook didn’t give an inch. All the Nobody had to do was hold on, Levi realized, and he’d do all the damage to himself and Rook wouldn’t have to lift a finger. Good plan. Rook couldn’t really get in trouble if Levi was the one inflicting pain upon himself. Technically. It would depend on how tired Dad was when he got home. In which case, it would probably be a better idea to get free before Dad left the lab and avoid the problem all together. Yes. Much better solution.
“SAAAAAAINT!”
Rook snickered. “Can’t fight for yourself, dearling?” he mocked, using Sable’s affectionate nickname for his son. “Unfortunately for you, brother, Sable took Saint to the lab today.”
“Wh-what!?” Levi blinked, bewildered. None of them were taken to the lab without a cause. There were too many fragile things, too many corrosive things and just too much trouble to get into if one didn’t know what they were doing.
“You heard me,” the man purred, grabbing the opportunity and quickly hauled Leviathan in a foot or two while he stood, shell-shocked. He flicked an ivory strand of hair from his face as he eyed the boy. “Just you and me, kiddo.”
Leviathan winced. Such a sickly sweet tone could only mean Rook made plans for today. He dug his heels into the carpet and started to pull again, to no avail. Carpets and socks worked together, not against each other. Leviathan promptly fell with a loud ‘thump’.
“Need me to kiss your boo-boo?” Rook cooed, dark eyes sparkling with pure, sadistic glee. He dragged his brother the rest of the way across the floor until he was resting at the foot of the couch. “I’ll be gentle…”
“NO!” Leviathan shrieked, attempting to leap to his feet. The links clanged together, boldly declaring the boy Rook’s prisoner. He knew what Rook did when he thought he was going to get away with it. Rook was evil. He knew he was, he could just tell. Given, the crazy Nobody didn’t actually have a heart for him to peer at, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t need to see the aura. He didn’t need to read it. He just knew. Maybe Rook was just that dark, maybe darkness leaked from his pores and- And that was totally ridiculous. He needed data. In the mean time-
“Damnit!” he squealed, the chains on his wrists suddenly biting into his skin.
“You were getting boring,” Rook replied nonchalantly, looking up from his fingernails. He gave another quick jerk, grunting in satisfaction when Leviathan almost tipped over. “Entertain me.”
Leviathan snorted, taken aback. “I’m not your monkey!” he exclaimed indignantly, struggling to balance himself on the balls of his heels.
“Oh?” Rook mused, giving another tug, effectively toppling the twelve-year-old.
“Just lemme go and watch TV, or something,” Leviathan sighed, silently accepting his defeat. “I’ll give you the clicker,” he added. Giving Rook things always made him more amiable.
Rook yawned. “Not interested.” Games were much more entertaining than a plastic box with colored pixels any day. “I think I asked you to dance, monkey-boy. I’m not feeling patient.” He growled a little, grinding his teeth.
Leviathan snarled at the neophyte. “******** you,” he muttered, staying exactly where Rook had sprawled him.
It took a moment for the Nobody to register his younger brother’s defiance before actually snapping into action. The ashen man was on his feet in the blink of an eye, releasing the boy from his iron grip for a split second before summoning the chains again. He growled before flicking a wrist, sending his metal fury careening towards the boy on the floor.
Leviathan yowled, rolling to his left in the knick of time. “Rook!” he yelled, slightly shocked the confrontation had escalated to violence so quickly. “Stop!”
Rook said nothing, instead continuing the ritual of older brother pummeling the youngest.
“Stop it!” Leviathan cried again, scrambling to his feet. Rook quickly launched a chain, snaring it around the boy’s ankle and tugging until he fell sideways. It was fortunate he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt; he proved to be much harder to bruise when he was wearing clothing like that.
“Rook!” Leviathan pleaded, holding up his arms as the Nobody towered over him. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t stopped picking fights yet. Rook was clearly bigger and stronger and just so much better at combat it wasn’t even funny, and yet, he couldn’t seem to help prodding Rook into violence. Well, when he was feeling passive, anyways. When he was already feeling aggressive, he really had no choice. He’d need to learn to avoid Rook better.
Rook ignored his brother’s pleas, swinging his chain down right at the boy’s shoulder.
-Clang!-
…the chain hadn’t hit?
Leviathan slowly opened his eyes, staring in wonder at the object he wasn’t holding three seconds ago. What ever it was, where ever it came from and whoever it was from, the boy couldn’t help but to be undyingly grateful to the forces that brought it to him.
“You’re a Keyblader?” Rook hissed, much like a threatened cobra. He took a step back, bumping into the ancient couch behind him.
Leviathan’s jaw dropped and he simply gazed at the colorful piece of metal in his hand. This was a Keyblade? He’d heard about them in stories all the time, how Keybladers saved the world as they knew it. Keybladers were celebrated heroes. He wasn’t a hero! It couldn’t be right.
“…it doesn’t look like a key.” There. Problem solved.
Rook snorted. “You don’t pay attention very well, then. Only the Kingdom Key really looks like a key.” He eyed the weapon warily. “That is definitely a Keyblade.”
“…oh.” Leviathan hauled himself to his feet, testing the weight of the object before it suddenly vanished into thin air. Bewildered, he looked over both hands before shouting, “I killed it!”
“You sent it back because you didn’t have need of it.”
“I did not!” Levi huffed, wheeling to face his older brother. Uh oh. Bad choice. He started back-peddling, but he was too late. Rook already snaked one hand around a sore wrist, keeping the pre-teen anchored in place.
“You little snake,” he hissed, towering over Levi, “you haven’t told Sable or Juno yet, have you?”
“I’ve never seen it before!” Leviathan exclaimed.
“What’s its name?” Rook drilled.
“I don’t know!” the boy replied, horribly confused. Rook grunted and gave him a solid shove, sending Levi to the stained carpet once more.
“Leave me alone!” Leviathan screeched, the Keyblade appearing in his hand once again. He jumped to his feet and swung at his older brother, nearly losing his balance as the experienced fighter quickly dodged the blow. He swung again, hoping to catch the Nobody in the legs or something, but once again failed as Rook neatly stepped aside.
“Go to your room,” Rook grumbled, watching the brightly-colored weapon warily.
The Keyblade disappeared. Rook and Leviathan eyed each other. Leviathan licked his lips nervously and Rook waited for an attack that never came.
"...that...was really weird."
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:01 am
follow me, now
Leviathan was not a happy camper.
He had been locked in all day long. It was raining out. No, scratch that. It was pouring out. It was raining like it had never rained before. Sable was swearing up and down they should just build an arc and be done with it. Leviathan wasn’t particularly perturbed by the idea of a flood. In fact, he almost welcomed the idea, by he dare not tell Sable or Rook such a thing. Rook would tattle and Sable would fret. And blame Juno for something.
And despite initial distaste, Leviathan and Juno could get along in peaceful ignorance of each other, something Leviathan found he enjoyed. It was very easy to get away with things he wasn’t usually allowed to do when Juno was busy pretending he didn’t even exist.
No, Leviathan was definitely not happy today. He wasn’t too bad in the morning; Sable made waffles for breakfast and he let Leviathan put strawberry jam and powdered sugar on his. AND whipped cream. It was a very decadent breakfast, so Leviathan felt compelled to stay at home for an extra hour or two and let it digest while he played a barrage of off-road racing games. It was hard to surf when he was full of food. And Sable left for work, Rook sulked and Saint played alongside, always the happy co-pilot when it came to that weird space game they shared.
And that’s when it started to pour. The rain came so suddenly, a great crash sounded through the house, nearly sending Saint through the roof. Leviathan yelped and looked at the ceiling, half expecting the paint to crack or chip or something. It sounded like they were under attack! But alas, no such luck. It was only rain. Sable had expressly forbid surfing in the rain, he said something about poor visibility and rocks and something blah blah blah. Leviathan wasn’t exactly listening.
The lobster-boy shrugged and got off the couch, giving Saint a pat on the head as he padded over to door and grabbed his board. A little rain didn’t scare him! He reached for the door, about to pull it open when a cold hand grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him flat to his a**. Leviathan yowled angrily, wincing as his precious board went clattering to the ground. He clambered up, giving Rook something that could only be described as a ‘death glare’ and gave the older boy a push.
“What the hell?” he grumbled, ducking when Rook went to slap him upside the head. Sable burst through the door then, water running in streams off his black overcoat. Sable always looked too small for that coat, but the drowned rat look made him look even smaller. Both boys snickered a little as Sable’s boots squelched and the scientist moaned to himself.
“I’m working from home today,” he muttered, shrugging past the boys and walking down the hall towards his bedroom. The pair burst out into a fit of laughter when they heard Sable’s clothes splash against the floor, briefly forgetting all about their intense rivalry…and suddenly remembering it again. Glares were exchanged, Rook gave Leviathan a hard push and stalked into the other room, taking his place as Saint’s co-pilot on that weird space game. Now that Sable was home, he was no longer in charge of keeping Leviathan in.
Of course, Leviathan tried to go back out. He went to his room to grab his newly-purchased skateboard (much easier to get to the beach with a surfboard on a skateboard instead of a bike) and his black sneakers, shoving them on before picking up his surfboard and wrestling with the doorknob. It was much harder opening a door with full hands.
“No surfing today,” came his guardian’s voice from down the hall. “I need a shower. Rook, make sure he doesn’t go out.” And the door clicked shut behind Sable. Rook glowered and Leviathan snorted, unafraid. As the days went on, he only got more and more defiant. He had Juno’s confidence, that was certain. Rook kept putting him back in his place, but they day would come when Leviathan finally overthrew him.
The day was sooner than the Nobody knew.
That day was, in fact, today. Leviathan stormed from the entrance, putting his surfboard and skateboard away in his room, wouldn’t do if they got wrecked, and changed into house clothes. He then proceeded to storm back into the living room, completely fine that all his storming was knocking things over and rattling pictures. Rook, however, was not, and directed the child to clean up the mess.
“No,” Leviathan snorted, flopping on the couch next to Saint. Rook scowled further, leaning across the Heartless to smack Leviathan. The teal-haired boy shifted and dodged, used to half-a** attacks when Rook was busy with something more important, like a video game. But then the level ended, and he had the Nobody’s full attention. Rook’s glare was fierce enough to make flowers wither, and yet, Leviathan glared back, mismatched eyes shimmering as Saint decided to disappear into his room. Better retreat than get caught in the crossfire.
Rook reached over and grabbed his arm. It had been about a month since the Keyblade episode, and Rook hadn’t seen the nasty weapon again, so the Nobody wasn’t worried about it returning. Of course, that wasn’t really the worst of his problems. Leviathan wasn’t really afraid anymore. And that was going to have to change. He jerked, pulling the boy off balance as he attempted to wrap his other arm around the boy’s neck and-
Rook let out a shocked yowl.
Leviathan sunk his teeth further into Rook’s forearm, creating a pressure like the Nobody had never known. His whole arm was numb. His fingers weren’t moving- he couldn’t move them. Leviathan had him in a death grip. And that’s when Leviathan started to pull back and twist. Rook screamed, dragged along for the ride. Finally, he snapped to his senses and hit Leviathan in the side of the head as hard as he could.
Leviathan gasped, dizzied. The reaction loosened his jaw enough for Rook to pry himself free and scuttle to the other side of the room. He held the limp limb to his chest and watched as the lobster-boy reeled, eyes glazed as he rocked back. And blinked. And shook his head a few times before giving Rook a nasty glare.
Rook could not help stare, seeing Juno in every moment as he stalked over.
“Rook,” he said, holding out his hand. The Nobody didn’t even think as he took the offered hand.
And it was done. Leviathan filled the shoes Rook had been waiting for all this time. Sable was too weak-willed. Juno was too absent. But now Leviathan had overcome, overthrown, and he was staying. And he was the new ringleader in this sorry band.
Sable would be horrified when he found out.
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Posted: Mon Dec 29, 2008 1:13 pm
 master and apprentice
Leviathan meets back up with Ophelia and her friend. His name is Merlin, and he wants to learn to surf. Lev doesn't start anything, even if he doesn't trust teenage boys. Being the amazing surfer that he is, Leviathan graces the pair with his amazing knowledge, and awesome wipe outs, and tries to teach them a thing or two.
Everybody's goin' surfin'
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 6:50 am
look in the mirror
Not real.
Rook had told him he wasn’t real.
That was obviously a lie, even Leviathan picked up on that right away. Really, just look at him! He was clearly real. He had arms and legs and eyes. He had hair, he could talk and think. He could learn, he was actually really smart. He could feel and he could play. He had friends. What wasn’t real about him?
Leviathan pulled off his tee and stared into the mirror. There was that scar over his heart. It was rather suspicious. The boy traced the small, single line across his chest and sighed. Rook said it was Juno. That Juno had done something before he was born. Leviathan sighed and pulled his shirt back on. The winter was too cold to walk around shirtless. (Though he tried to avoid being shirtless in general; having a scar he couldn’t explain made the lad uncomfortable in mixed company.)
However, Rook had once mentioned something about a fake heart. It being Juno’s proudest experiment, or something. Leviathan did know a little bit about his father’s scientific adventures (Juno was an ego-maniac, after all). He knew he had apprenticed, or interned, or whatever it was called in the science world, with some famous crazy guy on a different world. Then he created Saint, when he was on his own. (With Merc and Nereus.) Saint was a failure. Then came Rook. No, then came Angelique, and she was a failure, and then came Rook. Rook wasn’t a failure but he wasn’t Leviathan either.
The boy sighed. He needed an answer. Rook was definitely say that kind of thing because he was a jerk, and an older brother (though, these days, he was much more of a sidekick). Lev padded down the hall and looked around for Sable. Hmm, must still be in the shower. And that was when the boy noticed the open laptop on the couch.
Score!
Lev trotted over and slid onto the couch. Sable had been privy to some on Juno’s files, maybe there was something on here that was- Yes. “Leviathan’s Cabbage”. That sounds about-
“LEVIATHAN DAGON-HAZARD.”
The boy visibly jumped, shoving to computer to his side as he stared up at Sable, dripping and furious. He’d never heard Sable yell before. “Wasn’t me!” was the immediate cry, trying to look as innocent as possible. It was a little hard, having gotten his hand caught in the cookie jar.
“You are never allowed to touch my computer!” Sable paced over and Leviathan tried to ignore the fact all his guardian wore was a towel. “You were in Juno’s file!?”
“Please don’t tell him!” He was going to die.
“Go to your room.”
“But, my heart.”
Sable gave him a hard look and adjusted his foggy glasses. “It’s fake. It functions just like a real heart, so you are just as real as anyone else.” He locked the computer and shut it down. “Now go to your room.”
Lev got up and gave Sable a dazed look.
“Go! You’re grounded indefinitely, Leviathan, and-”
Leviathan didn’t hear the rest of what his father had to say. As long as he was allowed to surf, he was going to live. But Rook was right? His heart was fake? The boy frowned and rubbed his chest. He sure felt like he had a heart beat. Did his heart feel different than a real heart? And why didn’t Juno tell him? (Why was it so easy to get the answer out of Sable?)
Leviathan shut his bedroom door and flopped onto his bed. Rook was across the room in his bunk, tucked up and playing some video game. The Synth just looked up and nodded before returning to rapid-fire finger tapping. He didn’t rub it in, and didn’t ask unless Leviathan invited a questioning. Leviathan was king of the experiments, now.
“Hey Rook.”
A grunt.
“Do we let this get to us?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 7:08 am
start a fire
Leviathan runs into Ophelia at the surf shop. She needs a new wetsuit too. She -grew up-. Leviathan is jealous and suggests many illegal activities. Where did he learn all these bad things? Time for Sable to put a child block on the TV, or something. The least thing he needs is an arrest on top of an attitude problem. And they thought Rook was the problem child.
Boy meets...slightly older Girl
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 3:13 pm
put it out
Leviathan meets a very young girl at the park; she tried to hit him with a snowball! He needs to teach her some manners. Or how to build a snowman. That works too. Minny thinks Levi is a good Lev, much better than the nasty sea beast he was named after.
Maybe she's right?
Winter Wonderland
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Posted: Fri Jan 16, 2009 3:19 pm
geek like me
Leviathan meets the most obnoxious hacker he's ever met. Correcting his code, whut. This girl needs to get a clue. Just because she's older doesn't mean she's right.
Reckless Coding
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:30 pm
headstrong will take you on
Leviathan meets an alligator girl at the beach. For once, it's someone that can take Levi head-to-head. He's not really sure what to do with someone as tough as he is!
Somehow, the lobster-boy manages and makes a friend. At least, he's pretty sure Yeesha is his friend. They'll definitely have to meet up again. She swims really good, after all. Leviathan does enjoy the company of other sea critters.
A Day At the Beach
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 12:56 pm
a prelude to tragedy
Movie time! Rook and Levi go to pick some movies for a weekend home alone. They run into Vox and Rit. This does not bode well.
-in progress-
Rock Lobster?
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Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 1:02 pm
for point of reference
Sable never came home. Lev goes to the only other home he knows. What the hell is Ishi doing there? Juno allows Leviathan and his brothers to stay, but from the get go, everyone can sense the next few weeks (or months, maybe) were going to be rough. Looks like there's going to be some rivalries.
The Sun Goes Down Alone
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Posted: Sun Feb 15, 2009 2:50 pm
when you're down
Leviathan is feeling down and decided to treat himself to some ice cream. He meets Kaimi at the shop and the pair swap sob stories, bonding over their pitiful states. It ends well, though. In exchange for swimming and surfing lessons, Kaimi is going to teach Leviathan how to dance with fire. Right on!
Ice Cream Blues
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 7:07 am
creatures of the sea
Leviathan was sent out to do the grocery shopping (what does he look like, a goddamn errand boy?). He does not enjoy it, but he runs into Phelly, and what does she have? A younger brother, named Fish. Leviathan is head-over-heels for the kid. Why can't he have a brother like that?
Fish and a Lobster at the Market
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 7:11 am
monsters?
Leviathan and Ishizuke are left home alone, and this was not a good idea. Something goes terribly wrong and, for no apparent reason, Leviathan attacks Ishizuke. It wasn't much of an attack, he just drags her to the floor with brute force. He doesn't know why. She doesn't know why. She maces him and Leviathan is left to deal with Juno, tears in his eyes.
Well, Excuse Me for Breathing
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 6:59 pm
even the greatest
Leviathan meets a strange winged girl at the record shop. They bicker back and forth for a while and Leviathan accidentally spills his little sob story about Sable. She probably thinks he's a spineless loser. They never exchanged formalities, but she introduced him to some band called the Beatles. They were okay. She tried to help Leviathan find some instrumental music, but he got tired and worn out.
Leviathan Dagon-Hazard was finally defeated?
If You've Got Trouble
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