Welp,

and I are collaborating on what promises to be a HUGE fic. I'll be posting it on my account at AFF.net since it will have a LOT of violence and seriously mature content. If you're interested, it's called Fate's Crucible and it's about my favorate sadomasochistic sociopath, Zankoku Satsujin. The link to my AFF account is
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If you're interested, check it out, and please, feed us comments! ^^
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And just because I'm SO nice... here's a bit of a teaser. ^^
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It had been almost three hundred years since he last saw his elder brother. They had kept in contact though, exchanging communications regularly for the purposes of dealing with matters both familial and financial. He’d seen to it that his brother’s portfolio was in order and well managed, making sure that his modest personal fortune continued to grow. He had become worried when his brother missed their last scheduled meeting via comlink and when no contact had been forthcoming, he had taken the unusual step of sending a representative to the ship. It had been then that, to his dismay, he had learned that his brother was presumed dead. Though he did have to admit, some of their very last meetings had set him on edge. There had been something about his sibling that was starting to frighten him, which was saying something considering he nearly held his brother up to idol status. He didn’t care for the edge that had been creeping into his sibling’s voice over the past few years, and to his chagrin, he had always been rather glad when they would end their conversations, so he could go take a shower.
Just to feel clean.
He shook his head slightly, glancing over at his companion. Things would have been much easier if she had gotten into touch with him immediately following the loss of his brother, but it wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t known how or even whom to contact. Zankoku’s overwhelming paranoia had assured that. Thus, two years passed while he’d gotten the appropriate paperwork and transportation arranged to meet with her. It was rather nice, he had to admit, to find someone as worried about his brother as himself.
What had followed was an intergalactic game of hopscotch as they attempted to track down his brother’s body. As an unidentified murder victim, it seemed that his body had been shuffled from the hospital to the morgue, and then to the disposal unit. Fortunately, the disposal unit had been severely backed up, so they sent a large cargo of bodies out to other storage facilities. Two years turned to three, then five, then ten and still they were always a step behind.
Until now.
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Go check it out! ^___^