Disclaimer: Nope, Ben 10 doesn't belong to me.
A/N I'm really sorry this is so short, but I figured actually getting this out here would motivate me to write more for it since there's been a lack of inspiration for some time. This is written for my friend Purplehood (so if you like this story, check hers out too), who gave me the story idea and I'd like to thank her, Cassandromeda and Phantomwolfblue for their encouragement.
Chapter One: More Than One Monster
Khyber ran his finger over the blade of his weapon. It was a masterpiece, a work of art, able to cut through a victim cleanly.
A great convenience when you were looking for something to kill smoothly without making it a mess.
He held it up in front of his face, eyeing the gleaming steel admiringly.
His gaze never left the sword, but his mind traveled to the numerous trophies he kept in his ship. This weapon had brought quite a few monsters down.
"You're not planning on using that, are you?" The voice cut into his musings and he grimaced in annoyance, setting the sword down. "I told you, you're not supposed to kill him."
The figure behind him stood cross-armed, frowning at him.
Khyber turned. "I don't recall asking your opinion, Albedo," the hunter replied coldly, his voice soft yet deadly. "I know how to get things done."
Albedo crossed the distance between them in several large steps, picking up the weapon before Khyber could stop him.
"With this?" He looked it over, seemingly admiring it, though not with the same enthusiasm Khyber had. "Rather messy don't you think? Blood and everything. It would probably get everywhere." He gave an exaggerated shudder. "Barbaric. Quite primitive actually." He ran his finger along the edge and winced when the blade left a small slit across it. He held the finger up for inspection and frowned at the red liquid oozing in small beads from it. "Sharp too."
Khyber's eyes narrowed as the corner of his grotesque mouth twisted into an angry grimace.
"I never asked for your opinion." He grasped the sword firmly, taking it out of Albedo's grasp and placed it almost fondly back in its original position. "And I suggest you take greater care to speak respectfully if you want my help."
Albedo shook his head with an almost amused smirk. "But you've got no choice but to help me, do you? You want to have this revenge just as much as I do."
Khyber glared at him. "We'll see about that."
