Kingdom Hearts } Sore Loser
Word Count: 677
Genre: Humour, Romance (in a vague way)
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Ships?: Braig/Ienzo
→Friendships?: mentioned Dilan&Braig
Characters: Ienzo and Braig.
→Mentions: Dilan, Kairi
Rating: PG-13, for language
Spoilers: KHII - Secret Ansem Reports, Second visit to Land of Dragons
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Happy birthday, rhaella! I hope my first attempt at this thing you call "slash" isn't too horrible! xD
Every Wednesday, Braig and Ienzo test each other in battle.
Sore Loser
There were two very important things one had to know about Ienzo in a battle. One: he didn’t use a weapon. Pure old-fashioned incantations and the entire spectrum of elements. Two: he hated losing.
And, Braig noted as his opponent finished tying the knot securely, he would hate to lose blindfolded. “I hope you’re not going to put me at an unfair disadvantage,” he said.
“Oh, please,” Ienzo replied, to the left and a little down. Braig could hear the fabric shuffling as the mage tied it around his eyes. “You’re the cheater.”
The archer scoffed, readying the laser bow. Once he got his guns past the powder stage, he was going to be able to work the light arrows into them somehow. “I told you not to trust anything Dilan says about me.”
“Because it’s true?” They backed away from each other, across the dusty courtyard. Ten paces.
“Exactly.”
The fight begun. Ienzo liked to open with a well-aimed fira, followed by a teleport across the arena. They both knew this and both started going through the motions. The fire burst from the mage’s fingers, fanning out and forward. Braig jumped backwards, tripping a little with the blindfold still on.
Time for a change in strategies, Ienzo decided. He didn’t teleport.
Across the courtyard, Braig turned on his heel. The laser bow stretched, an arrow notched in it. “Got’cha now!” he said, and the mage could hear the grin in his voice. The younger apprentice smiled himself as the arrow flew towards the wall opposite him.
“Better luck next-” A sharp pain in his right shoulder interrupted Ienzo’s taunt. The light arrow.
He bent over in pain, knowing he could only wait until the thing faded. “H-ow?”
Braig laughed. “I told you I’ve been working on that space magic of mine. You didn’t forget, did you?”
“Holy-”
“Hey, I know it hurts, but don’t go swearing. It’ll rub off on the Princess.”
“No,” Ienzo straightened slightly, gesturing in his opponent’s direction. “Holy!”
Braig’s smile dropped off his face as he started to feel the seams of his lab coat heat up, spreading through the fabric. It turned so white, he could see it through the blindfold - then his coat burst into heavenly flames.
“Holy fucking shit!”
Ienzo hooked a thumb beneath his blindfold before ripping it off and running. The other apprentice looked like a sunspot on earth. He wanted to shout ‘Braig!’, to voice the panic that seized his heart. But his more rational side commanded him to shout “Blizzard!”
Cold and snow burst into the air, dousing the flames, but coating the bare ground in a layer of ice. Braig slid, still on fire; Ienzo ended up tripping halfway to him, the Blizzard spell flying haphazardly over the courtyard. In the end, the sixth apprentice landed on top of the second in a pile of melting snow.
Braig panted heavily. “Clever little sneak.”
“So. I take it I win?”
“Win?” The archer’s eyebrows furrowed against the fabric of the singed blindfold. “You took off your blindfold. You’re disqualified.”
Ienzo gaped mutely. “I saved your life!”
“Yeaaah. But you didn’t really have to set me on fire in the first place. You knew as well as I do that I was using the training arrows. If you had been a little…” His sparring partner was leaning down over his face. Their noses brushed and Braig thought he felt a static shock. “…calmer.”
“Can you forgive me?” The voice was incredibly close and quiet. He could see the viewpoint in his mind’s eye. The sun would’ve been behind Ienzo’s head and there would’ve been turquoise hair in his eyes.
But Braig made the mistake of chuckling against the weight on his chest. “Oh, I see. You’re putting the responsibility of forgiveness on me. Nice reversal, but no cigar.”
He could see Ienzo’s frown (he liked to imagine it was a little disappointed), and the sixth apprentice was gone, leaving his half-frozen courtyard and Holy-burned comrade behind.
And as always, Braig laughed in the face of rejection.
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Genre: Humour, Romance (in a vague way)
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Ships?: Braig/Ienzo
→Friendships?: mentioned Dilan&Braig
Characters: Ienzo and Braig.
→Mentions: Dilan, Kairi
Rating: PG-13, for language
Spoilers: KHII - Secret Ansem Reports, Second visit to Land of Dragons
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any related characters. This was written out of enjoyment of the series, and no profit is being made.
Notes: Happy birthday, rhaella! I hope my first attempt at this thing you call "slash" isn't too horrible! xD
Every Wednesday, Braig and Ienzo test each other in battle.
Sore Loser
There were two very important things one had to know about Ienzo in a battle. One: he didn’t use a weapon. Pure old-fashioned incantations and the entire spectrum of elements. Two: he hated losing.
And, Braig noted as his opponent finished tying the knot securely, he would hate to lose blindfolded. “I hope you’re not going to put me at an unfair disadvantage,” he said.
“Oh, please,” Ienzo replied, to the left and a little down. Braig could hear the fabric shuffling as the mage tied it around his eyes. “You’re the cheater.”
The archer scoffed, readying the laser bow. Once he got his guns past the powder stage, he was going to be able to work the light arrows into them somehow. “I told you not to trust anything Dilan says about me.”
“Because it’s true?” They backed away from each other, across the dusty courtyard. Ten paces.
“Exactly.”
The fight begun. Ienzo liked to open with a well-aimed fira, followed by a teleport across the arena. They both knew this and both started going through the motions. The fire burst from the mage’s fingers, fanning out and forward. Braig jumped backwards, tripping a little with the blindfold still on.
Time for a change in strategies, Ienzo decided. He didn’t teleport.
Across the courtyard, Braig turned on his heel. The laser bow stretched, an arrow notched in it. “Got’cha now!” he said, and the mage could hear the grin in his voice. The younger apprentice smiled himself as the arrow flew towards the wall opposite him.
“Better luck next-” A sharp pain in his right shoulder interrupted Ienzo’s taunt. The light arrow.
He bent over in pain, knowing he could only wait until the thing faded. “H-ow?”
Braig laughed. “I told you I’ve been working on that space magic of mine. You didn’t forget, did you?”
“Holy-”
“Hey, I know it hurts, but don’t go swearing. It’ll rub off on the Princess.”
“No,” Ienzo straightened slightly, gesturing in his opponent’s direction. “Holy!”
Braig’s smile dropped off his face as he started to feel the seams of his lab coat heat up, spreading through the fabric. It turned so white, he could see it through the blindfold - then his coat burst into heavenly flames.
“Holy fucking shit!”
Ienzo hooked a thumb beneath his blindfold before ripping it off and running. The other apprentice looked like a sunspot on earth. He wanted to shout ‘Braig!’, to voice the panic that seized his heart. But his more rational side commanded him to shout “Blizzard!”
Cold and snow burst into the air, dousing the flames, but coating the bare ground in a layer of ice. Braig slid, still on fire; Ienzo ended up tripping halfway to him, the Blizzard spell flying haphazardly over the courtyard. In the end, the sixth apprentice landed on top of the second in a pile of melting snow.
Braig panted heavily. “Clever little sneak.”
“So. I take it I win?”
“Win?” The archer’s eyebrows furrowed against the fabric of the singed blindfold. “You took off your blindfold. You’re disqualified.”
Ienzo gaped mutely. “I saved your life!”
“Yeaaah. But you didn’t really have to set me on fire in the first place. You knew as well as I do that I was using the training arrows. If you had been a little…” His sparring partner was leaning down over his face. Their noses brushed and Braig thought he felt a static shock. “…calmer.”
“Can you forgive me?” The voice was incredibly close and quiet. He could see the viewpoint in his mind’s eye. The sun would’ve been behind Ienzo’s head and there would’ve been turquoise hair in his eyes.
But Braig made the mistake of chuckling against the weight on his chest. “Oh, I see. You’re putting the responsibility of forgiveness on me. Nice reversal, but no cigar.”
He could see Ienzo’s frown (he liked to imagine it was a little disappointed), and the sixth apprentice was gone, leaving his half-frozen courtyard and Holy-burned comrade behind.
And as always, Braig laughed in the face of rejection.
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