Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII. Otherwise there would be more Vincent.
A/N I've decided to bring in an odd choice for today, please welcome Weiss the Immaculate and Nero the Sable. Please note this is pre-Dirge and pre-Dirge Online so they are still kids. Oh and thank you to The Third Demi-God for the method, I do so enjoy the graphic nature of it.
Weiss looked around, Nero was supposed to be back from the final stages of 'treatment,' as the hunched little scientist called it, hours ago. Despite the fact that Nero was a Tsviet he was still only a little kid, Weiss was worried about his little brother. The Immaculate Emperor stood up and went down the winding streets of the treatment center, his youthful but powerful form carrying him quickly to the Center. He stopped peering in through one of the windows, seeing Nero lying on one of those awful tables looking like he was about to die.
"Nero…" Weiss muttered seeing the hunched little man standing there with a needle jabbing it into Nero's neck. The Deepground Commander felt his fists clench as his hands flew to the two gunblades he was wearing. Leaping through the glass he sent a crystal cascade everywhere as he sliced off the arm of the hunched little man in glasses. The severed limb hit the ground leaving a long trail of blood as it rolled away.
The hunched little man in glasses let out a squeal, "Weiss! What do you think you are doing?!"
"What I'm doing? What are you doing to my brother?!" Weiss accused pointing the bloody sword at the scientist.
"Brother…" Nero's eyes opened peering at Weiss lovingly behind the mask, "You came…"
"That's right! Now who are you?" Weiss asked glaring at the man, hunched up on the ground clutching the bloody stump of his arm.
"I am Professor Hojo! I made you who you are!" He replied through gritted teeth. He grabbed a gun pointing it at Weiss smirking.
Nero scrambled to his feet tackling Hojo, "stay away from my brother!" The younger Tsviet summoned up a host of tendrils of darkness and ripped off Hojo's other arm.
Weiss sheathed the gunblades and walked over to Hojo's first lost arm, "hey Nero, you remember how we used to play Whack-a-Tonberry back home at the arcade after school?"
The dark haired Tsviet nodded, "yep! I 'member!" He grabbed the other arm walking over to Hojo with his brother. The brothers raised the severed limbs and started beating Hojo over the head with them; he'd been steadily bleeding out from the injuries and died several minutes after they'd started. The boys finally fell over laughing, "that was great!"
Nero nodded, "yeah! Hey Weiss, thanks for coming." He turned his head to look at his brother.
Weiss turned his head, blue eyes meeting amber, "you're my brother. I'm supposed to protect you. Now then, how about I make some okonomiyaki for dinner?"
Nero scrambled to his feet to help his brother up, "sure!" They climbed through the window and walked off down the street. "Hey Weiss? You're the best."
