Fanfiction : MAR Drabbles
Title: Pretty | Au Revoir.
Type: Fanfiction : MAR (Marchen Awaken Romance).
Prompt: That 'Nanashi-got-controlled-by-a-pair-of-Knights-and-tried-to-kill-Alviss' episode; bell.
Disclaimer: Don't own MAR. Obviously, you don't to.
Rating: PG13.
Word Count:
Summary: In which Nanashi gets beaten up by pretty things, and Alviss finds out that being late is bad bad bad. [ NanashiAlviss ]. Drabbles.
Author's Note: I haven't watched the episode, oddly. But do you know how hard it is to shut goldenneko up when she started talking about Alviss? Feedbacks are so much love!
pretty
Nanashi thought that the sunset looked pretty. Real pretty, you know, like a mix of pretty water colours on a pretty canvas of blue. It was especially pretty after a tedious match, a match in which he played the part of a feckin' friend-murdering (attempted, but it was just as bad) marionette to a couple of ugly brutes. And a pretty companion makes the scenery seemed even prettier than the usual pretty sunsets.
Nanashi sighed.
Pretty things were always so damn attractive to thieves.
"Do you want some?" the murmured question was followed by a fruit shoved underneath his nose and a pair of pretty blue eyes twinkling at him in curiosity.
Nanashi sighed again. Real pretty things, you know?
He took the offered fruit nonetheless (being polite and all that proper shit) and grinned at Alviss. "Thanks, mate." A bite. Chew. Chew. Swallow. Nanashi frowned thoughtfully and turned to his companion. "Hey, I didn't hurt you, right?"
"Not really," replied Alviss, tossing the core of a similar fruit towards the vast stretch of water underneath them. The blue-haired youth idly rubbed a few healing bruises on his forearm. "You didn't mean to, anyway."
"I know that. It's just..." Nanashi paused, unsure of how to pose his exact question. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he decided to pave on ahead. "You ain't going to get scars later, yeah?"
It was Alviss's turn to frown. "I... no, I don't think so. There are always holy ARMs to take care of that."
Nanashi heaved another sigh, this time of relief. "Glad to hear that." He grinned and chomped happily on the fruit.
"Why did you ask?"
"Wouldn't want to ruin a pretty thing like you."
Silence.
Alviss blinked. "Wouldn't want to ruin what?"
Nanashi grinned at him again, all goofy and squinty-eyed and damn lecherous to the bones. "Pretty thing. You're real pretty, Al-chan."
Alviss promptly kicked Nanashi off the cliff.
END
au revoir
Alviss looked up when he heard the resounding chimes of a nearby church bell, pale face twisted into a pained grimace and lungs burning from the strain of running. He ignored the stinging sensation of sweat seeping into fresh wounds and picked up his pace. He was late. He was never late before, and he did not intend to start anytime in near future. Being late was something that Alviss did not tolerate.
Three loud chimes reminded him that he was indeed late.
Bloody useless Pawns and their bloody tendency to attack him.
The youth muttered darkly to himself, taking a sharp turn near a burning building that served as a short cut to his destination. Another desperate gasp for oxygen made him (inwardly) curse Edward for setting the meeting place so far away from his assigned post. Damned doggie-man. The war made everyone insane, that's for sure. If not, he wouldn't be late.
Bloody Phantom for starting the bloody war in the first place.
One day (hopefully soon), he would kill that megalomaniac good and bloody.
Never mind what Ginta would say to that.
Alviss nearly jumped for joy upon spotting the battered tower of the old church, if it wasn't for his screaming muscles and the thought of ruining his perfect reputation in being a near-emotionless bastard. The thought of seeing the other members of the Guard, Ginta, Dorothy, Snow, Edward, Bell (whom he had trusted Ginta with) and Jack.
... On second thought, maybe not Jack.
And of course, that stupid grinning idiot of a thief.
Nanashi.
Something warm fluttered inside his stomach when his mind conjured up the image of said thief.
It had been quite some time since they last saw each other.
Quite some time since he had heard Nanashi's ridiculously sweet words whispered into his ears and tasted Nanashi's deceptively soft lips against his own.
Alviss's hand instinctively went to his lips.
It had been quite some time.
The tolls of the massive bell ahead made his steps falter into slow jogs. He was still in time. Barely, but still in time. A scowl broke through Alviss's carefully-schooled expression (not that it was any different from his other expressions) when he saw screaming citizens trampling towards him with apparent fright and panic. There were bodies too, dead obviously, unless they could still live with their heads flattened like pancakes. Too damn messy to die like that.
Alviss carefully crept ahead, half-expecting another battalion of Pawns and the occasional Bishops terrorizing the place. The rational part of his mind told him that Ginta and the others would have stopped those bloody fools if they were already there. Annoyance and curiosity bubbled inside him, replaced immediately by the familiar rush of adrenaline when he spotted several oddly-dressed figures hacking through a throng of terrified citizens. Thirteen Totem Poles vibrated against the palm of his hand, and he was about to summon said ARM when he caught sight of the ruined courtyard of the church.
Phantom.
That insane smirk was much too familiar for comfort.
And... was that... NO!
Alviss found himself screaming in abandon, screaming like he had never done before. Heads turned towards him and cynical smirks formed on the surrounding cronies of Chest no Koma. But not one raised an arm (their limbs nor their weapons) to stop Alviss. They had no need to, not with the way that boy screamed his lungs out. Not when their leader had one of that boy's comrades in his hand, crushing the life out of said comrade. No, the Pawns and the Bishops and the Knights smirked. That boy was not a threat. Not anymore.
Another flash of red and a final tortured yell rang through the courtyard.
The silence that followed that yell was too loud for words.
Phantom allowed his newest kill to crumple limply onto the floor, and the lean body, still recognizable even through the blood and multiple wounds, made Alviss shudder, hands shaking and legs trembling. The pool of golden hair fanned over the cold, cold floor, twined with strips of headband stained with oozing crimson liquid.
"Ah, Alviss-kun," the purr slithered like poison into Alviss's ears, dripping venom into his veins and tightened around his rapidly-beating heart. Alviss felt like he was being suffocated by the voice itself. Suffocating was not a pleasant sensation. "So nice of you to grace us with your presence at last."
The other bastards laughed at that.
Alviss was too busy staring at the battered figure by Phantom's feet.
The bell chimed ominously over their heads.
Four chimes and Alviss knew that he was late.
Much, much too late.
END
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Type: Fanfiction : MAR (Marchen Awaken Romance).
Prompt: That 'Nanashi-got-controlled-by-a-pair-of-Knights-and-tried-to-kill-Alviss' episode; bell.
Disclaimer: Don't own MAR. Obviously, you don't to.
Rating: PG13.
Word Count:
Summary: In which Nanashi gets beaten up by pretty things, and Alviss finds out that being late is bad bad bad. [ NanashiAlviss ]. Drabbles.
Author's Note: I haven't watched the episode, oddly. But do you know how hard it is to shut goldenneko up when she started talking about Alviss? Feedbacks are so much love!
pretty
Nanashi thought that the sunset looked pretty. Real pretty, you know, like a mix of pretty water colours on a pretty canvas of blue. It was especially pretty after a tedious match, a match in which he played the part of a feckin' friend-murdering (attempted, but it was just as bad) marionette to a couple of ugly brutes. And a pretty companion makes the scenery seemed even prettier than the usual pretty sunsets.
Nanashi sighed.
Pretty things were always so damn attractive to thieves.
"Do you want some?" the murmured question was followed by a fruit shoved underneath his nose and a pair of pretty blue eyes twinkling at him in curiosity.
Nanashi sighed again. Real pretty things, you know?
He took the offered fruit nonetheless (being polite and all that proper shit) and grinned at Alviss. "Thanks, mate." A bite. Chew. Chew. Swallow. Nanashi frowned thoughtfully and turned to his companion. "Hey, I didn't hurt you, right?"
"Not really," replied Alviss, tossing the core of a similar fruit towards the vast stretch of water underneath them. The blue-haired youth idly rubbed a few healing bruises on his forearm. "You didn't mean to, anyway."
"I know that. It's just..." Nanashi paused, unsure of how to pose his exact question. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he decided to pave on ahead. "You ain't going to get scars later, yeah?"
It was Alviss's turn to frown. "I... no, I don't think so. There are always holy ARMs to take care of that."
Nanashi heaved another sigh, this time of relief. "Glad to hear that." He grinned and chomped happily on the fruit.
"Why did you ask?"
"Wouldn't want to ruin a pretty thing like you."
Silence.
Alviss blinked. "Wouldn't want to ruin what?"
Nanashi grinned at him again, all goofy and squinty-eyed and damn lecherous to the bones. "Pretty thing. You're real pretty, Al-chan."
Alviss promptly kicked Nanashi off the cliff.
END
au revoir
Alviss looked up when he heard the resounding chimes of a nearby church bell, pale face twisted into a pained grimace and lungs burning from the strain of running. He ignored the stinging sensation of sweat seeping into fresh wounds and picked up his pace. He was late. He was never late before, and he did not intend to start anytime in near future. Being late was something that Alviss did not tolerate.
Three loud chimes reminded him that he was indeed late.
Bloody useless Pawns and their bloody tendency to attack him.
The youth muttered darkly to himself, taking a sharp turn near a burning building that served as a short cut to his destination. Another desperate gasp for oxygen made him (inwardly) curse Edward for setting the meeting place so far away from his assigned post. Damned doggie-man. The war made everyone insane, that's for sure. If not, he wouldn't be late.
Bloody Phantom for starting the bloody war in the first place.
One day (hopefully soon), he would kill that megalomaniac good and bloody.
Never mind what Ginta would say to that.
Alviss nearly jumped for joy upon spotting the battered tower of the old church, if it wasn't for his screaming muscles and the thought of ruining his perfect reputation in being a near-emotionless bastard. The thought of seeing the other members of the Guard, Ginta, Dorothy, Snow, Edward, Bell (whom he had trusted Ginta with) and Jack.
... On second thought, maybe not Jack.
And of course, that stupid grinning idiot of a thief.
Nanashi.
Something warm fluttered inside his stomach when his mind conjured up the image of said thief.
It had been quite some time since they last saw each other.
Quite some time since he had heard Nanashi's ridiculously sweet words whispered into his ears and tasted Nanashi's deceptively soft lips against his own.
Alviss's hand instinctively went to his lips.
It had been quite some time.
The tolls of the massive bell ahead made his steps falter into slow jogs. He was still in time. Barely, but still in time. A scowl broke through Alviss's carefully-schooled expression (not that it was any different from his other expressions) when he saw screaming citizens trampling towards him with apparent fright and panic. There were bodies too, dead obviously, unless they could still live with their heads flattened like pancakes. Too damn messy to die like that.
Alviss carefully crept ahead, half-expecting another battalion of Pawns and the occasional Bishops terrorizing the place. The rational part of his mind told him that Ginta and the others would have stopped those bloody fools if they were already there. Annoyance and curiosity bubbled inside him, replaced immediately by the familiar rush of adrenaline when he spotted several oddly-dressed figures hacking through a throng of terrified citizens. Thirteen Totem Poles vibrated against the palm of his hand, and he was about to summon said ARM when he caught sight of the ruined courtyard of the church.
Phantom.
That insane smirk was much too familiar for comfort.
And... was that... NO!
Alviss found himself screaming in abandon, screaming like he had never done before. Heads turned towards him and cynical smirks formed on the surrounding cronies of Chest no Koma. But not one raised an arm (their limbs nor their weapons) to stop Alviss. They had no need to, not with the way that boy screamed his lungs out. Not when their leader had one of that boy's comrades in his hand, crushing the life out of said comrade. No, the Pawns and the Bishops and the Knights smirked. That boy was not a threat. Not anymore.
Another flash of red and a final tortured yell rang through the courtyard.
The silence that followed that yell was too loud for words.
Phantom allowed his newest kill to crumple limply onto the floor, and the lean body, still recognizable even through the blood and multiple wounds, made Alviss shudder, hands shaking and legs trembling. The pool of golden hair fanned over the cold, cold floor, twined with strips of headband stained with oozing crimson liquid.
"Ah, Alviss-kun," the purr slithered like poison into Alviss's ears, dripping venom into his veins and tightened around his rapidly-beating heart. Alviss felt like he was being suffocated by the voice itself. Suffocating was not a pleasant sensation. "So nice of you to grace us with your presence at last."
The other bastards laughed at that.
Alviss was too busy staring at the battered figure by Phantom's feet.
The bell chimed ominously over their heads.
Four chimes and Alviss knew that he was late.
Much, much too late.
END
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