Authors Notes: One day I went and read my old stuff on FF.net and came across this review for one of my Chrono Cross fics. This reviewer wanted a Serge X Dark Serge fic. I would have written it all those years age, but I had no ideas ^^; So after an extended period of not-writingness, I had my first bit of inspiration in years. Plus, it's my first attempt at a multi-part fic. Go me! Anyway, this takes place when the Serge has his body back, and is travelling through Chronopolis.
by Jade W
Warnings:
Yaoi
Rape
Violence
Serge fidgeted underneath his covers. Earlier that day he had been making his way through Chronopolis, and was now resting for the night. There were plenty of sleeping quarters in the dead city and since sleep was welcome whenever the opportunity arose, everyone had decided it would be a good idea to get some rest. But the Chrono Trigger couldn't rest in the closed off room.
The still air of his room was stuffy and he found it hard to breathe. Having grown up in a house where the windows were always open, spaces like the one he found himself in now were confining. So it didn't look as if he would be getting much sleep this night.
Throwing off his covers he pulled himself out of the small bed. Clad only in his shorts, he walked over to the dresser where Leena had neatly folded his clothes. Reaching to grab his shirt, he happened to look at a mirror that hung above the dresser. Hesitantly, he reached out and touched his reflection.
It almost seemed impossible that just a few short weeks ago, he was in the body of another individual. Trapped in the body of Lynx, his life had become as close to hell as he'd ever been. Hated, scorned, and feared by even his closest friends ... it had been the worst part of this quest he'd endured so far. If he hadn't met others friends, he could not have coped with the loss of his body.
But now he had his body back. And he should be happy, shouldn't he? At first Serge was happy; overjoyed even. But the initial elation wore off after a few days as unpleasant realities really began hitting home. Sinking deeper and deeper into depression over new revelations, it was all he could do to force a smile onto his face. And it was getting harder.
Suddenly rage boiled, temper flared, and he couldn't contain it anymore. Opening his mouth in a silent scream, Serge fell to his knees, glaring at the blue haired boy that mocked him.
It isn't fair damn it! I'M supposed to be me. Not anyone else!
As a child his mother had always told him that he was special. One of a kind. That there would be no one else like him. And when he'd discovered the other world there still hadn't been another him. But that had changed with Lynx.
Lynx ... my father ... This thought, more than any other, disgusted Serge. He's not my father! And it was true. Lynx wasn't Serge's father. But Lynx wasn't Lynx anymore. Lynx was now Serge.
Lynx had stolen Serge's body, trapped him in a dimensional vortex, and had completely robbed him of his identity. He hadn't even been Serge. He had been Lynx; a realization that took him a while to accept. But even before accepting that fact, all he'd wanted was to get his original body back. Unable to want for much else, he'd become wrapped up in his search for his body.
And now I have my body back. Or something that looks like my body. After all, Lynx had his body ... still does. And Serge wanted to make him pay.
Unable to even look at himself anymore, Serge bolted from the room. Unsure of where he was going, he out ran even the security drones in his escape of himself. He didn't stop until he'd reached the docks and couldn't go any further.
Breathing heavily, he looked down at his reflection in the water. Blue eyes looked back at him, wavering slightly with the motion of the water. The waves were tiny, but still enough to distort the image. It was tiny comfort - the water - but he remained.
Sitting down on the dock, he shivered in the wind. Hugging himself, a little voice in the back of Serge's mind told him that he'd forgotten to grab his shirt. But he didn't care.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," said a familiar voice from behind Serge. "Our little Chrono Trigger has wandered off all on his own."
Whipping around, Serge came face to face with himself. Lynx!! His first instinct was to attack the smirking face, but at as he was about to leap forward, Serge realized that he had no weapons. Unsure of what else to do, he settled for glaring.
"Aw. You look so cute when you're angry." Serge's Dark self almost seemed to shake with glee at finding his nemesis so vulnerable.
"What the hell do you want?" Serge managed from between grinding teeth. He knew he was in big trouble. Alone and weaponless, cold and tired, barely clothed ... Serge felt warmth rising to his face, which made him angrier. Why the hell am I feeling shy in a situation like this?!
"Nothing at all. I was just out looking for something to play with." Blue eyes practically glowed red with evil ... and something else that made Serge wary. "And it seems that I may have found my toy for the evening."
"Wh ... wha?" Serge stammered. Not at all liking where this situation was probably headed.
The Dark Serge advanced on the crouching boy who was rapidly becoming increasingly nervous. Grasping Serge's chin in his hand, he licked his lips. It was at about that time that Serge collected his thoughts enough to mount the beginnings of resistance. Bracing himself, he hurled a fist in the direction of his enemy's face. "Hands off!"
Having seen the punch coming, Dark Serge calmly and easily avoided the attack. Serge, on the other hand, had thrown so much into the punch that he was left unbalanced. Leaving him to fall into Dark Serge's arms.
Strong hands clasped Serge's shoulders and brought them closer together. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Didn't mommy ever tell you that it's wrong to hit people?"
Serge could feel his heart pounding rapidly against the inside of his chest. He could also feel Dark Serge's steady heart beat beside his own. I've got to get away from him. NOW! Blushing furiously, he tried without success to push himself away from the embrace he'd found himself in. "Let me go!"
The ever-present smirk on Dark Serge's face grew larger. Bringing their faces closer, he whispered into Serge's ear. "Make me."
Not really having any other method of retaliation, Serge, whipped his head around, and bit the offending face. His action apparently taking Dark Serge by surprise, giving Serge the opportunity to push himself away.
Stumbling backwards, Serge saw that unfortunately the water was his only way to go... Still, wet was better then anything else this psycho had planned. I happen to like all my limbs right where they are.
Turning to jump off the dock, a strong hand stopped him. "Where do you think you're going?" Aw, hell ... "Playing hard to get? I never thought you were that kind of boy, Sergie."
Feeling himself being drawn in to his evil self again, Serge cast one last longing glance at the water. "That wouldn't do you much good, you know." Serge couldn't help but shiver at he felt hot breath on the back of his neck. "I can swim just as well as you can. So why don't you just sit back and have some fun, hm?"
It was true ... Anything that Serge could think of, chances were good that Dark Serge had probably already thought of it. He really was trapped.
~ OWARI ~
End Notes: And my first chapter is done!! I've ben working on this for a while now. I'm still not sure if I cut it off at a good spot, but oh well. Everyone loves cliffhangers, right? A wonderful little smutty romp is planned for the next chapter, so stay tuned =3