Author's Note: Rated T for fucking language.

Disclaimers: Assassin Cross Eremes and Lord Knight Seyren belong to Ragnarok Online and Gravity Corp. No copyright infringement is intended.

Clones

"I don't know why I have a million fucking clones of myself running around down here – much less in the level above." Eremes slouched across a slab of stone tile, white plasma licking the stone lovingly. "Fuck, we even all sound the same."

Seyren snickered. "I should know," he said, "I've fucked too many of them to count." He eyed Eremes almost calculatingly from his perch over Eremes' head. Eremes glowered. "Just 'cause I won't give you my piece of ass doesn't mean you can fuck my damn clones into the floor."

"Why? Jealous of yourself?" Seyren laughed at Eremes with his eyes.

"Fuck no," Eremes said, disgusted. "That's my body you're fucking, 'course I don't want your fucking sword up my ass – whether it's mine or a clone's."

Seyren chuckled. "You didn't mind that time last year."

Eremes spluttered. "Last year – last year! – fucker, that wasn't funny."

From the distance came the muffled cry of "FUCK YOU!" and an eagle's triumphant screech. Eremes sighed. "That's either Cecil fucking with one of my clones – don't you say a word, fucker, I refuse to acknowledge her crazy obsession with me – or that's some idiot sniper who's decided to kill one of my fucking clones. Now I'm fucking pissed."

"Oh ho ho," Seyren mocked, "some poor sniper's come to play with us… Perhaps they have a party, that'll be even more fun!" His eyes sparkled from behind the white plasma.

"Fuck you," Eremes said, scowling. "Don't you go apeshit on me. I don't want anymore fucking bloodstains on my clothes."

"Well then," Seyren replied, eyes still sparkling, "we'll have to do something else to get rid of that annoyance."

"I don't like that look in your eyes," Eremes said. Seyren laughed. "You shouldn't." Then he jumped down from the ledge over Eremes' head and landed easily, armour clanging softly. "I know the perfect way."

And, Eremes thought irritated even as Seyren bent over him, it was the perfect way. The damn interfering sniper had to pick up his fucking jaw off the floor. Eremes bent backwards in boredom as Cecil came cackling from down a hallway and double strafed the gaping sniper – still with his jaw halfway to the floor – off the edge of the wall.

Shit, fuck, goddamn. Eremes rolled his eyes as Seyren smirked from above him. What the fuck was so horrifying about a knight and an assassin going at it on the laboratory floor?

He rolled his eyes again. Guess he answered his own fucking question.