Pairings: Like I said. No pairings. Only rape. But yes, there is Dark Ace/Ayrgyn!withtits. You have been warned.
Premise: You know this song and dance. Except this part actually involves Shiba's....parents
So, this one time, a Talon and a Skeeler walked into a bar. Not together, but they were there at the same time and that made fate kinda chuckle and rub her hands together. Life was going to suck from this point onwards, but hey. Since when did it not?
As it happens, Ayrgyn was annoyed, bored and getting rather frustrated at the same time. He had been at this bar for over three hours now and he still hadn't found any way to worm the information on the latest Cyclonian attack from anyone. He--no, She--surveyed the bar and pursed her lips tightly. It didn't help that everyone in the bar was as low ranking as dirt. Not one elite Talon in sight. She sighed and ordered another martini.
And then, the doors neatly slammed open and in strode the right hand man for Cyclonis; The Dark Ace. Ayrgyn nearly choked on her martini. Since when did the Dark Ace spend time in sleazy joints like this? Well, the how and why hardly matters. Ayrgyn smirked. She wondered if the man could hold his alcohol any better than a Skeeler.
Fourty beer queers later, the Dark Ace was barely hanging onto coherency. Ayrgyn smiled, feeling rather overly tipsy herself. She suspected that the new form she had taken affected her a lot more than she had imagined.
"Annnnnnnnnd, I'm the besssssst," the Dark Ace drawled, slamming his glass onto the table. Ayrgyn stretched lazily on the table, her eyes glinting. The Dark Ace stares at the glimmer before breaking his gaze and staring gloomily at his empty glass.
"'m the best. Better than the Storm Hawks..." he murmured. Ayrgyn felt her body move and tentatively laid her hand on his shoulder. The Dark Ace looked up blearily at him.
"Show me," Ayrgyn said in a sultry voice, "just how good you are~"
Well. That didn't quite go as planned. He got his information, but sleeping with the Dark Ace? Wasn't part of the plan. Ayrgyn sighed. He would have enjoyed it more if he wasn't in the form of a girl, but oh well.
He looked at the child in his arms. He wasn't cruel enough to make the child live with a Skeeler father. He'd be better off raised quietly on some far off Terra with no expectations. The less one knows, the better. In time, the child will come to appreciate his lack of heritage.
And Shiba did respect his new-found home. It just seemed to look so much more exquisite wreathed in flames.
[packs her bags for Hell]