[Closed, Complete]
Characters: Saber (in black) (
saber_violinist) and Agon (in red) (
agon_cool_drive)
Date/time: June 10th (backdated) about 10am
Location: The park
Rating: Pg-13 (language)
Summary: Agon and Saber have a talk in the park.
It was around ten o’ clock when she left her dojo to take a walk. Trailing down the stone park pathway, her sword on her back wearing her training kimono, she didn’t have the will to change her cloths. Her hair was tied into a high pony tail, a few people that passed by she heard them tease her about being a samurai cosplayer, but she just brushed off their useless comments and continued down the path, her thoughts were clear upon her face. A mixture of sadness and a cold emotion.
Because of the damn trashes in the dojo, Agon left early. It wasn't like he was running away from them, it was more a thing that he just didn't wanted to see them, otherwise he WOULD crush their faces and make Miss Saber even more sad. Some human part inside of him just didn't wanted that to happen.
After having one morningclass he chose to spend his break in the park, sitting on a bench, lazily eating chips out of a bag, eyes focussed on the tree across him.
Right now, Agon was everything, except in a good mood.
Passing in front of the bench, not paying attention to who or what was around, she continued on her way stopping at the fountain in the middle of the park, looking down at a few orange and bronze fish that swam here and there. Sitting on the fountain, she slumped over a bit, thinking silently to herself, gazing at the reflection in the water.
Agon was in doubt whether he should call her over when she passed him with a surprisingly strange look on her face.
But his mouth was once again quicker than his thoughts.
"Haaaaa...."he uttered, tucking the couple of dreads that had escaped his tail behind his ear. "...Miss Saber?".
Breaking from her thoughts, she turned her head quickly looking in the direction that her name was called in. Seeing him there, biting her tongue a bit and then waving half heartedly, smiling just a bit, mostly forced “Hi.” was all she managed to say.
There was something between a smirk and a smile on Agon's face when he saw her turning around and waving. Shit, the woman was faking so bad that it was it was almost pathetic to watch.
"Hey..." he replied, slowly getting his ass from the bench to join her sitting at the fountain.
He held his bag of chips in front of her.
"Take something".
“Eh?” she almost jumped up from where she sat due to him coming over and sitting with her. Looking at the bag of chips, she shook her hand pushing them away gently “No, but thank you.” she refused food, something that she wouldn’t normally do, but she was in the mood to eat. With her mind full like it was, it was almost as if it were a substitute for food. “What brings you here?”
Agon shrugged at her decline and started munching away.
"Break" he answered, looking at her and noticing how freaking sad the expression on her face was. It did something to him, honestly, it did. But the problem was that Agon didn't know what the hell he had to do with that.
"Haaa...you don't look to good..."
“mm? What do you mean?” she titled her head to the side a bit confused at what he had said. “I feel fine.” she shrugged lightly. Looking at his dreads, she smiled a bit and laughed softly “You look better with your dreads back like that.” she commented on his hair lightly.
"Haaaa...you're changing the subject" he answered, slowly chewing on a potatochip. "Annoying".
For a moment he frowned.
"We broke up as friends, right? You don't have to look that miserable...both trashes probably are all helpful and sweet to you, telling you how much of a bad, bad, baaad man I am."
The footballplayer shook his head.
"...Don't like it to see you sad, though...".
If anything, she wanted to avoid the subject of the two of them breaking up all together. “No. Neither of them have made such a comment about you in any way. Surprisingly, neither has Gil.” she honestly was surprised that when she was around, neither Gilgamesh or Archer would comment on Agon or put the conversation in reference to Agon. “And here I thought you enjoyed seeing people in pain, I must have thought wrong.” she snorted lightly, recalling Agon’s love of fights and causing people to suffer to be something enjoyable to him.
Agon chewed lazily, looking at her as if she just said something ridiculous.
"Naa...I like fighting...but I don't like to see people closer to me sad..." he said, not sure if he was completely sincere about it. Because he couldn't really care if Unsui was sad or felt sad or was whatever sad. But Saber, heck...that crazy woman really did something to him.
“I’m not sad.” rubbing her forearm slightly as she lied through her teeth “I’ve just been thinking a lot. That’s all. When I think, I guess I do get a little sad.” looking at him from the corner of her eye saying “You seem to be a little off too, but I suppose that would be for another reason. I’m not one to get upset about.” giving a soft shrug of her shoulders.
"Aaa...don't say that. And take some damn chips" he answered, pushing the bag in her face. "What we had was quite fun...I don't have any bad memories or something... And I guess we're still friends...right?".
Not that Agon ever had real friends. Probably just his brother when he was little and maybe Ikkyuu.
"I mean...you don't have to...".
The footballplayer rolled his eyes.
“I really don’t want any. Thank you though.” she turned her face away from the bag, they smelled good and looked good, but if she ate chances were she wouldn’t be able to hold it down by the she’s been training herself in the dojo. “Yes…We’re still friends.” she nodded her head, a small smile taking her lips. “I want to. I want to try at least.”
"Cool..." Agon replied, leaning back and looking at her from the corners of his eyes. He hesitated a bit before putting an arm around her. "...now go get some fucking food...".
There was a bit of an annoyed frown on his face but that was merely because Saber just looked so damn sad, and whatever conscience Kongou Agon had...it was really bugging him now
“I’m not hungry. Really.” she sat upright as he put an arm around her. “I’ll eat later, I have a class this afternoon and if I eat, I’ll only make myself sick.” she explained lightly waving her hand, dismissing the subject. “Do you need anything? I’ll pick it up on my way back to the dojo.” was a question she had always asked him and got just what he wanted.
.
"Nah..." he answered, a bit amused that she still asked that to him. Fucking concience was really doing a damn number on him. He hadn't even had that problem when he screwed Hiruma's little friends over back then. But this... Guess this dumb place did dumb things to one's brain.
"You need to eat something before you excersise, if you don't eat enough you can collapse".
He crumbled the empty bag and aimed at a near can, throwing it in almost perfectly.
“I won’t collapse. I’ll get sick.” she laughed lightly, thinking of herself just standing in front of the class and then falling over. “My my Agon Kongou are you worried?” she teased him wagging a finger a bit looking at him, a bit of amusement sparking in her eyes. Standing up, she cracked her back and then cracked her neck. “I’d better get going. My class will be starting soon.” she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Mine too..." he answered, standing up as well only to turn the opposite way from her. "...Sooo...see you I guess...".
Agon was a bit agitated by the way she shook her fingers in front of his nose, though.
"...Mmm...I probably be moving out in two weeks...found a place but the girl needs to make sure I can move in and shit...". Sometimes the girls he used to do really had interesting contacts.
And shit, he was sad.
“See you at home…” she waved lightly again, smiling a bit and nodding her head again, the wind tossed her hair into her eyes masking her a moment, letting at least one tear slide out. Turning her back to him she said “Ah ha. Yes, all right then. Hope you enjoy living there as much as you liked living at the dojo.” then she began to walk back to the dojo.
"Aaa...probably not really" he muttered before waving shortly to turn around towards campus. There was still a nice lecture about Shakespeare waiting for him.
Fucking concience.
saber_violinist) and Agon (in red) (
agon_cool_drive)
Date/time: June 10th (backdated) about 10am
Location: The park
Rating: Pg-13 (language)
Summary: Agon and Saber have a talk in the park.
It was around ten o’ clock when she left her dojo to take a walk. Trailing down the stone park pathway, her sword on her back wearing her training kimono, she didn’t have the will to change her cloths. Her hair was tied into a high pony tail, a few people that passed by she heard them tease her about being a samurai cosplayer, but she just brushed off their useless comments and continued down the path, her thoughts were clear upon her face. A mixture of sadness and a cold emotion.
Because of the damn trashes in the dojo, Agon left early. It wasn't like he was running away from them, it was more a thing that he just didn't wanted to see them, otherwise he WOULD crush their faces and make Miss Saber even more sad. Some human part inside of him just didn't wanted that to happen.
After having one morningclass he chose to spend his break in the park, sitting on a bench, lazily eating chips out of a bag, eyes focussed on the tree across him.
Right now, Agon was everything, except in a good mood.
Passing in front of the bench, not paying attention to who or what was around, she continued on her way stopping at the fountain in the middle of the park, looking down at a few orange and bronze fish that swam here and there. Sitting on the fountain, she slumped over a bit, thinking silently to herself, gazing at the reflection in the water.
Agon was in doubt whether he should call her over when she passed him with a surprisingly strange look on her face.
But his mouth was once again quicker than his thoughts.
"Haaaaa...."he uttered, tucking the couple of dreads that had escaped his tail behind his ear. "...Miss Saber?".
Breaking from her thoughts, she turned her head quickly looking in the direction that her name was called in. Seeing him there, biting her tongue a bit and then waving half heartedly, smiling just a bit, mostly forced “Hi.” was all she managed to say.
There was something between a smirk and a smile on Agon's face when he saw her turning around and waving. Shit, the woman was faking so bad that it was it was almost pathetic to watch.
"Hey..." he replied, slowly getting his ass from the bench to join her sitting at the fountain.
He held his bag of chips in front of her.
"Take something".
“Eh?” she almost jumped up from where she sat due to him coming over and sitting with her. Looking at the bag of chips, she shook her hand pushing them away gently “No, but thank you.” she refused food, something that she wouldn’t normally do, but she was in the mood to eat. With her mind full like it was, it was almost as if it were a substitute for food. “What brings you here?”
Agon shrugged at her decline and started munching away.
"Break" he answered, looking at her and noticing how freaking sad the expression on her face was. It did something to him, honestly, it did. But the problem was that Agon didn't know what the hell he had to do with that.
"Haaa...you don't look to good..."
“mm? What do you mean?” she titled her head to the side a bit confused at what he had said. “I feel fine.” she shrugged lightly. Looking at his dreads, she smiled a bit and laughed softly “You look better with your dreads back like that.” she commented on his hair lightly.
"Haaaa...you're changing the subject" he answered, slowly chewing on a potatochip. "Annoying".
For a moment he frowned.
"We broke up as friends, right? You don't have to look that miserable...both trashes probably are all helpful and sweet to you, telling you how much of a bad, bad, baaad man I am."
The footballplayer shook his head.
"...Don't like it to see you sad, though...".
If anything, she wanted to avoid the subject of the two of them breaking up all together. “No. Neither of them have made such a comment about you in any way. Surprisingly, neither has Gil.” she honestly was surprised that when she was around, neither Gilgamesh or Archer would comment on Agon or put the conversation in reference to Agon. “And here I thought you enjoyed seeing people in pain, I must have thought wrong.” she snorted lightly, recalling Agon’s love of fights and causing people to suffer to be something enjoyable to him.
Agon chewed lazily, looking at her as if she just said something ridiculous.
"Naa...I like fighting...but I don't like to see people closer to me sad..." he said, not sure if he was completely sincere about it. Because he couldn't really care if Unsui was sad or felt sad or was whatever sad. But Saber, heck...that crazy woman really did something to him.
“I’m not sad.” rubbing her forearm slightly as she lied through her teeth “I’ve just been thinking a lot. That’s all. When I think, I guess I do get a little sad.” looking at him from the corner of her eye saying “You seem to be a little off too, but I suppose that would be for another reason. I’m not one to get upset about.” giving a soft shrug of her shoulders.
"Aaa...don't say that. And take some damn chips" he answered, pushing the bag in her face. "What we had was quite fun...I don't have any bad memories or something... And I guess we're still friends...right?".
Not that Agon ever had real friends. Probably just his brother when he was little and maybe Ikkyuu.
"I mean...you don't have to...".
The footballplayer rolled his eyes.
“I really don’t want any. Thank you though.” she turned her face away from the bag, they smelled good and looked good, but if she ate chances were she wouldn’t be able to hold it down by the she’s been training herself in the dojo. “Yes…We’re still friends.” she nodded her head, a small smile taking her lips. “I want to. I want to try at least.”
"Cool..." Agon replied, leaning back and looking at her from the corners of his eyes. He hesitated a bit before putting an arm around her. "...now go get some fucking food...".
There was a bit of an annoyed frown on his face but that was merely because Saber just looked so damn sad, and whatever conscience Kongou Agon had...it was really bugging him now
“I’m not hungry. Really.” she sat upright as he put an arm around her. “I’ll eat later, I have a class this afternoon and if I eat, I’ll only make myself sick.” she explained lightly waving her hand, dismissing the subject. “Do you need anything? I’ll pick it up on my way back to the dojo.” was a question she had always asked him and got just what he wanted.
.
"Nah..." he answered, a bit amused that she still asked that to him. Fucking concience was really doing a damn number on him. He hadn't even had that problem when he screwed Hiruma's little friends over back then. But this... Guess this dumb place did dumb things to one's brain.
"You need to eat something before you excersise, if you don't eat enough you can collapse".
He crumbled the empty bag and aimed at a near can, throwing it in almost perfectly.
“I won’t collapse. I’ll get sick.” she laughed lightly, thinking of herself just standing in front of the class and then falling over. “My my Agon Kongou are you worried?” she teased him wagging a finger a bit looking at him, a bit of amusement sparking in her eyes. Standing up, she cracked her back and then cracked her neck. “I’d better get going. My class will be starting soon.” she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Mine too..." he answered, standing up as well only to turn the opposite way from her. "...Sooo...see you I guess...".
Agon was a bit agitated by the way she shook her fingers in front of his nose, though.
"...Mmm...I probably be moving out in two weeks...found a place but the girl needs to make sure I can move in and shit...". Sometimes the girls he used to do really had interesting contacts.
And shit, he was sad.
“See you at home…” she waved lightly again, smiling a bit and nodding her head again, the wind tossed her hair into her eyes masking her a moment, letting at least one tear slide out. Turning her back to him she said “Ah ha. Yes, all right then. Hope you enjoy living there as much as you liked living at the dojo.” then she began to walk back to the dojo.
"Aaa...probably not really" he muttered before waving shortly to turn around towards campus. There was still a nice lecture about Shakespeare waiting for him.
Fucking concience.