Title: Would you kindly?

Author: Madame aZure

Fandom: Noblesse

Pairing: None

Genre: Drama/Angst

Rating: T

Warnings: this chapter contains violence and cruelty against animals. Read at your own risk.

Disclaimer: I do not own Noblesse or any of the characters. No trademark infringement or profit is meant from the writing of this fanfiction.

Note: Uploaded on fanfiction at pandora-twists request. Here you go, dear :)

The pen tapped on the edge of the clipboard as scientist regarded the subject before him in a cold, calculated manner.

The child didn't seem to notice it, his attention was captivated by the small puppy in his arms. Silver eyes gleamed with innocent happiness as he stroked its fur, marveling at how fluffy it was. He allowed himself a shy smile when the puppy caught his finger and growled softly in an invitation to play, wagging its tail at him.

"That's a very sweet puppy you have there, Delta," the scientist began in an almost casual tone, as if he was just making a conversation.

The child immediately raised his eyes to look at the scientist. "Thank you, sir," he replied respectfully, just as he'd been trained to do.

"Break its neck for me."

"What?"

"Break that sweet puppy's neck." Each word was spoken slowly, clearly, emphasized as if vocalizing that sentence brought the scientist some sort satisfaction.

"No," the child whispered pleadingly, shaking his head as he wrapped his arms around the puppy, hugging it tightly in a futile effort to protect it, "no, no, please."

"Break its neck…" an ugly smirk like a jagged crevasse tore the scientist's face into two, "would you kindly."

Tears streaming down his cheeks, the child watched in horror and disbelief as his hands involuntary wrapped around puppy's neck. At first, the puppy seemed to believe the child wanted to play with it, but as his grip tightened more and more, it began to struggle to escape, its pained whimpers filling the room. Then, with a sickening crack, the puppy stopped moving.

"Very good." The scientist seemed awfully pleased by the outcome, writing something on his clipboard.

~Z~

"Dr. Crombel, these are the final results of the research on Project W-Y-K," the scientist said as he offered his superior the documents. "What should we do about subject Delta? Should we dispose of him?"

Crombel scanned through the documents and frowned, obviously displeased at the lack of data. There was only so much they could find out from studying the surviving subject of Project W-Y-K and without the project's documentation, they were at a dead end.

"There is no need to waste genetic material in perfect condition." He sighed and put the documents on his desk. "Transfer him into the project M-Series."

~Z~

M-21 glared at him, fists clenched until his knuckles turned white, lips pressed tightly together, inwardly fighting to suppress the violent urge to tear that bastard apart. He was angry, but he was no fool. Crombel was not someone with whom he could afford to be reckless around. The scientist casually calling him out here for just 'a talk' was nothing short of a trap or an ugly scheme he had no intention of being part of. Although he wasn't sure what Crombel had planned, he thought it would be better to hear him out. It still bugged him that the scientist had covered his tracks from the Union, making it look like he still worked for him. Why? Why would he do such a thing? He needed to find out, one way or another.

"What do you want?" Straight to the point.

"'Would you kindly'…" Crombel seemed almost thoughtful as he spoke. "Powerful phrase. Familiar phrase?"

M-21 froze on the spot. Those words… those words echoed into his head, stirring something deeply hidden in his subconscious, demanding obedience beyond his will.

"Come, would you kindly," the scientist spoke gently, as if calling a pet, and M-21 went to him. "Stop, would you kindly," and the werewolf stopped right before him. "Kneel, would you kindly," and M-21's knees hit the ground before he could even register the meaning of the words.

The werewolf couldn't even breathe as Crombel instructed him what to do, carefully crafted words embedding the orders right into his mind. These commands went beyond his consciousness, beyond any reason and thought, pulling the strings of his very being. There was no point in even trying to fight back, not when his own mind seemed to be a stranger in his body. It was frightening as such simple words held so much power over him, easily working the mechanisms of his nerves, muscles and bones, forcing him to do anything he's been told to do.

With Crombel's smug smirk as a goodbye, M-21 went back home. There was no hesitation in his voice, lies flowing smoothly as he deceived his family. No suspicion arose, no doubt, not even a thoughtful look from Raizel. Just as his first given order: 'Would you kindly think and act as if nothing happened?'

He would continue to live in their little fantasy world, playing their family pretend game, all while carrying out Crombel's orders, because, after all… he's been so politely asked to do so.

TO BE CONTINUED... :)

A/N: This Noblesse/Bioshock crossover has been bugging me for a while, ever since I replayed the series. I absolutely loved [Caution: game spoilers] the way the series used the mind control trope, and of course it just had to sprout a little Noblesse fic plot-bunny. I also wanted to write another scene about M-24/Mark's apparition being just a front for M-21 to successfully steal all the information behind their backs (you know, since he couldn't otherwise do it as he lives with a highly skilled hacker being all vigilant and stuff), but I got lazy…