[fic] Black Cat - Weapons

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Hate you, kosaginolegion. Hate you.
Warnings for a DIRTY MIND.

Black Cat: Weapons

"I was wondering..." Rinslet mused idly as Jenos diligently painted her toenails. "Your weapons.... they're speical, aren't they?"

"You could say that." Jenos agreed, flashing her a grin before returning his concentration back to painting her delicate toenails the perfect shade of Passion Pink. This wasn't exactly the kind of quality time that he would have chosen to spend with the bodacious Rinslet Walker, but with this woman, he was happy with what he got. And no one was trying to kill/main/hurt anyone, which was a bonus. "They're a reflection of who we are, what we symbolise."

"Symbolise?" She tilted her head to the side a bit, her hair falling fetchingly across her face, caressing her cheek with it's silken strands.

"Of who we are." He blew on the freshly painted nails to help them dry faster. "Chronos Numbers."

Rins nodded. "I was wondering about that. The weapons are passed from Number to Number, when someone dies or retires, right?"

"Right. That was part of the reason why there was such an uproar with Train left. He took Hades with him. That's why there hasn't been a new Number XIII yet, he still has his weapon."

"Hmm..." She wiggled her toes to remind him to keep his mid on his work. "So are people chosen for the weapons, or are the weapons chosen for people?"


"People are chosen for the weapons." He smiled, remembering the day he had been given Ecthelion. He'd put it on and for the first time, he'd felt complete, like a body part he'd been unconsciously missing his whole life had been restored.

Not that had been easy learning how to -master- Ecthelion. Kind of like an amputee learning to walk again, he'd made his share of stumbling mistakes along the way.

Sephiria still hadn't forgiven him for the Abstract Art that had formerly been known as some of the border hedges in the garden.

"Sephiria was chosen to be Number I, for the sword. There's no one else with the skill to wield it, or to command us." He grinned. "And you should see form. She's amazing. Especially the control she has with her weapon."

"Uh-huh." Rinslet nodded, her tone turning slightly icy.

That might not have been the wisest thing to say... "Or look at Belze. He's got Gungnir, a Halberd. It's a big long weapon, like he is. Sure, Sephiria could use it if she wanted to, but she couldn't use it to the same extent Belze does. Same thing with Belze and Christ."

"Because they are the ones who fit their particular weapon the best." Rinslet mused, her tones mellow and warm again. He relaxed slightly, smiling again. One disaster adverted. Rinslet was a fiercesome woman when provoked, but oh she was lovely.

"Baldor and Kranz were raised for their weapons." He dipped the brush into the nailpolish bottle again and began painting her next toe.

"That little knife?"

"It's a Bowie Knife." He corrected. Creative blade design, useful for a variety of fighting styles. "And it vibrates."

"Vibrates?!"

"Vibrates." Why was this so odd? "It creates a sharper blade, enabling it to peirce anything."

Something flashed across her face, so fast that Jenos couldn't interpret it. "And what's his face? The one with the rocket powered balls?"

"Ball." He corrected. "Just one, singular."

"Uh-huh." Rinslet's mouth twitched, as if she couldn't decide whether to smile or not.

Jenos raised an eyebrow. "You know? Big? Heavy? Round? Flies through the air? Chains?"

She nodded quickly. "Right." Her voice was higher than normal, almost a squeak. "So what about..." She cleared her throat. "And that guy with the night-sticks?"

"Nizer. And they're Tonfa." He blew on the nail before moving on to the next one. "Strong and Fast. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am and the other guy is -down-."

Again her mouth twitched. "And Belga? He had what? A few shots then he just waved his big thing around?"

"Something like that." He agreed easily. It still ached a bit, Belga's death. Probably always would. Sometimes he wondered if he had done the right thing, moving the canon like he had. True, they probably would have put a stop to Creed there and then, but the thought of killing a team mate and a friend still left bitter taste in his mouth.

And if he hadn't, they would have lost Nizer. At the time, it had seemed like the best option. But in retrospect, either way he lost a friend.

Rinslet tensed slightly under his hands, as if sensing a sensitive subject, then wiggled her toes at him, catching his attention. He gave her a smile, only slightly brittle.

"What about that other one? The girly-boy or the boyish-girl?" She asked, changing the topic away from new-old pains.

"Lin?" He rubbed her foot for a moment, admiring the feel of smooth skin under his hands before dipping the brush back in the polish again. "Actually, I'm not entirely sure which one it is myself. I think Ten is a guy, but I'm not sure."

Jenos had seen Lin dress as both a guy and a girl, but on the field, Lin seemed to prefer the suits that the rest of the guys wore. Of course, that could just be Lin's way of laughing at them.

"Lin has a mantle that acts as both defense and offense. It can slice through a wall, then turn around and stop a bullet."

"So Ten is a switch-hitter." Rinslet smirked, too innocently. "Plays for both sides?"

"Exactly. Lin plays for both...." He stopped, realising that Rins was having a completely separate conversation than the one he was having. "RINSLET!!"

"What?" She sparkled at him. "You were the one saying that the weapon was symbolic of the person!"

"Yes! But... but..." Ack! Bad place to stutter. He felt like his mind was polluted now, everything was taking on a double meaning. "I didn't need those mental images of my co-workers!!"

Man... He was never going to be able to look them in the eye ever again...

-fin-