Pairing: Lingfan

Rating: T

Setting: Father's underground lair, beneath Central

Spoilers: Gluttony's stomach, Greeling transformation

Summary: Ling is falling and he can't help but think.

Notes: Prompted by Dotdodot. Also, if you guys are really into Lingfan, you should check out "Accidental" by purplepencils! It's by far the best Lingfan story I'e seen on this site. Do it, people. It's AMAZING.

Everything was a dark haze. Only penetrated by splashes of red and screaming. He forgets why he's here, a world outside of the pain, even who he is.

He can't breathe. Everything is suffocating.

He can't move, like his limbs were stuck in amber.

He takes a shuddering gasp, air-

but not air like wriggly wet stuff that tastes like poison and fire hecan'tbreathedarkdark

- flows into his abused body.

Laughter booms. It seems to come from every direction, filling up the space-

dark bad he shouldn't be hereheadhurts but something he has to do badideadoesn'tnodark

- and something bursts next to him.

A large, imposing face fills up the space. His body shudders, and he blinks. Something about it seems so wrong and so similar to-

the girl falling and all the blood themonsterstaunting he screams her name andshedoesn't is she deadohgodplease NO

- something. Maybe he should recognize it. The beast laughs, and he remembers. He remembers who he is, why he's here... and Her.

"What the hell is this brat doing here?" The beast asks, so condescending. "Ah, well. Just hand over your body. I'll put it to good use."

Ling smirks, pointing a thumb at himself, and attempting to seem more courageous than he actually is. "Fine..." He says, with labored breathing. "It's all yours!"

"Huh?" The monster says, seeming genuinely confused.

"I'm saying that I accept you!" Ling yells.

"Wouldn't most people be against it?"

"I'm going to become the Emperor of Xing, how do you expect me to do that if I can't even except a few dozen people into my body?!" Ling shouts.

The beast laughs. "I like decisive guys! But are you sure you won't have any regrets?"

"Regrets?" Ling repeats lowly, clenching his fists and trying not to think about her but-

he's running as fast as he can but the monsters are gaining the kunai flashes and they both scream likeaharmoybuthe screams with fear shescreamsithpain and it's allhisfaulthedoesn't she's donetoomuchfor him buthe'sdoneNOTHING for HER

"My vassal lost her arm protecting me!" He screams, and he almost wishes his voice cracks - but it doesn't. "How could I face her again if I returned empty handed?!"

He trembles, with tears and anger, and wishes he didn't have to look so weak in front of this monster. "I want power..." He whispers. "Absolute power that will help me protect and gain more!" He seethes, looking at the demon with intense hatred. "I knew the risks from the beginning!"

"I like your Greed." The monster says simply. "Well then, show me how prepared you are!" A white abyss expands from his mouth, bright and unwelcoming.

He steels himself, spreads his arms, and welcomes it.

i'm sorry, Lan Fan.

AN: Woah! I'm back, guys! With a chapter a little longer than the other, but think of that as a present for being the best followers a girl could ask for! High school is very stressful, that's all I'm saying.

I'm serious about all you checking out that Lingfan fic guys. Very, very serious. It's pure gold. "Accidental" by purplepencils. Go, go to it NOW.

Also, I'm back on my old computer, with has very dumb keys. The W, V, and A's are very sticky, so please tell me is you see any mistakes. (ugh, sorry Dotdodot, I'e been procrastinating with your prompts...)

Prompts and Requests are back open!