Tags: disturbing

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[FF7] [V/Y] [ETHICAL ISSUES!!] Hearts, Stars, and Horseshoes: 0/4

WARNING: THIS FIC DEALS REALISTICALLY WITH SIGNIFICANT ETHICAL ISSUES. IF LARGE AGE GAPS AND SEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN STUDENTS AND TEACHERS DISGUST OR OFFEND YOU, OR YOU EXPECT ANY SORT OF HAPPY ENDING, PLEASE USE YOUR BACK BUTTON. THIS FIC IS NOT FOR YOU.
Notes: This is ALL Shinsetsu's fault, got it? ALL HER FAULT. The LJ-wife's encouragement didn't help, either.

And yes, this IS set in a high school based off the Japanese school system. Why? Because I can. And also, I'm sick of all the damn "let's put them in an American high school and make them fit American stereotypes" fics out there.

However, I've taken artistic license. As far as I know, the Japanese school system doesn't have advanced courses. Also, I've merged the Valentine's Day and White Day customs (Valentine's, girls give candy to their crushes; White Day, it's the inverse) into one day: Blindman's Day.

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[RE4] Each and Every Hunger: prologue

[t]itle: Each and Every Hunger
[r]ating: R
[w]ordcount: 735
[f]andom: Resi
[p]airing: LeonxNPCs, LeonxOCs, LeonxAshley (twisted)
[s]ummary: Ever since Spain, Leon's life has gone down the tubes. It seems that no matter what he does, everything he touches crumbles. Even his relationships. ESPECIALLY his relationships. Even worse, he's constantly hungry. But for what, he isn't certain.
[n]otes: FREAKING WEIRD. Artistic license with psychology and pseudo-science abound.

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RE4 fic idea. Currently entitled, "Each and Every Hunger"

The canon premise is this: the zombies of RE4 are people infected with a parasite. This parasite gets in between their lungs and their spinal column and controls them, mind and body.

What isn't canon is how it manages to take control. The body, in most circumstances, would resist ANYTHING that wasn't the victim's DNA. So what if the parasite, as it travelled through the body, copied the host DNA and RNA? Then, in order to gain control, it basically gives the victim's CNS a series of hormone baths, effectively rewriting brain chemistry.

The first hormone bath pacifies the host. The second wakes up the instincts stored in the brain stem in preparation for bath three. Hormone bath number three nullifies those instincts as well as any individuality in the brain, thus returning the brain to a malleable, 'default' state. Hormone baths four and five bring the host deeper and deeper under parasite control. Hormone bath six completes the process.

At the end of hormone bath six, parasite and host are now symbiotes. Killing off one will kill the other.

But what if, immediately after hormone bath two, the parasite's growth was stunted, and then it was killed? And therefore, the third hormonal change couldn't wipe the brain clean, thus leaving the instincts awake?

Essentially, this fic wonders what would happen if a literally primal part Leon's brain woke up and didn't go back to sleep? How do you deal with something inside you that registers two sensations, and has two overarching drives: kill and fuck? Especially when your super-ego takes one look at the thing, says, "ohmigod EW," and shoves it under a rug into the unconscious? How do you live with the knowledge that you are the monster under your bed?