Fourteen-
Shadow Hearts: Covenant, Yuri + his fusions
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His opponent crouched about ten feet away, watching him from under his cobwebby white bangs. His forearms rested on his thighs, his claws dangling between his legs.

"It's on now," Yuri informed him. His opponent flicked his hair out of his eyes and continued to say nothing. Yuri, nettled, laced his fingers together and hooked his hands behind his head, making his biceps bulge. "I mean," he said, "you're just me in bad purple makeup, right? And I can beat me any day." He let his arms drop again, flexing his fingers. "I know all my tricks inside and out!"

His opponent blinked once. His eyes winked out and back on like a car's yellow headlamps. He still said nothing, but after a moment he deigned to move: with almost insolent slowness he curled one of his clawed hands inwards, until the curved tips of his claws ran up the inside of one of his thighs with a little sound like metal rubbing against leather.

Yuri blinked, then scowled. "Hey," he said, pointing an admonitory finger at his opponent. "Don't you touch me like that! It's not respectful!"

Abruptly his mirror image grinned, baring sickly yellow fangs at Yuri. Extending a clawed hand he curled his fingers in towards his palm: come on.

Yuri bounced onto the balls of his feet and brought up his fists. "Just remember, you asked for it," he said, and charged.

The other Yuri remained in his lazy crouch until another second, another heartbeat would have brought Yuri down on him like the ton of bricks that he was. Then he lunged upwards like a corpse-in-the-box, both clawed hands scooping upwards; one caught Yuri under the chin and curled around his face, and the second slammed up between his thighs and grabbed a handful of his crotch. His opponent didn't stop but jerked both his hands upwards, picking Yuri up off the ground by his double handful and throwing him back the way he'd come.

Yuri landed on his back, the impact jarring all of the air out of his lungs. The other Yuri pounced on him a moment later, straddling his thighs, grabbing him in that startling double-handful grip again. "Nah'fair," Yuri wheezed, punching the other Yuri in the ribs to no apparent effect. "Nah'fair!"

His opponent bared those fangs at Yuri again. So how should I touch you, then? the air around Yuri hissed. Both hands tightened, the one on Yuri's crotch popping a couple of stitches. Is this how?

"Nuh," Yuri said, suddenly very still, his eyes wide.

The other Yuri eyed him for a moment. I am Nox, the air whispered after a moment. You are here because you want my help.

"Yuh."

Earn it, Nox did not say, and the graveyard reverberated with the echo of ripping stitches.

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"What is he doing?" Karin asked, staring at the flopping Yuri in fascination. "He's thrashing!"

"Thrashing, yes, possibly," Gepetto said. He was tending to Cordelia's skirts with obsessive care. "However, that isn't what it looks like to me."

"Then what--" Karin broke off and stared at Yuri again, baring her teeth in shock. "That's... that's disgusting! He's humping the ground! Like a dog!"

After a moment, Blanca stalked over stiff-leggedly and peed on Karin's boot, just to let her know what he thought about that.