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Post by Wilbur on May 30, 2011 11:30:36 GMT -5
awwww this is so cute. i loved it
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Post by John Silver on May 30, 2011 11:43:08 GMT -5
Thank you! Darla was such a precious thing on here! Thank you! Loved it!
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Post by Soul on May 31, 2011 9:33:46 GMT -5
And here's Darla's second request. :3
Sick Days and New Friends
A sigh escaped Darla as she made her way through the park with her tail hanging low and her gaze focused on the ground. Since she had last seen Maka, her protector had come down with a nasty cold and was unable to join her that day. She should have stayed home too, where she knew she would be safe, but Darla didn’t want to just sit around all day. So there she was letting her mind wander as she walked through the park.
“I hope Maka gets better soon. Being alone isn’t very fun.” Darla sighed. At last she stopped walking and sat down beside a bench, not particularly caring of whose space she might have invaded in her attempt to keep her mind off of things. It wasn’t until a few moments later that she had indeed come and invaded someone’s space. To the pup’s surprise, that space belonged to what she could only describe as a human-like person with metal parts. Said person took that moment to look down at her with a perplexed look, almost as if he was asking what she was doing. “Oh! S-Sorry, I didn’t see you there Mr.” Darla apologized, taking a step back and offering a sheepish smile to the man.
“It ain’t a problem, lass. I could use a bit of company, actually. Why don’t ye join me?” the man asked. Darla was more intrigued when he spoke. He sounded like he could be a pirate. Not wanting to seem rude, she nodded at last and jumped up on to the bench in the space beside the man. “Now then, what brings you here miss…” the man trailed off, making Darla realize she had yet to introduce herself.
“Oh! My name’s Darla, Mr. It’s nice to meet you… uh… what’s your name?” Darla asked.
“The name’s John Silver. Now then, what brings ye here Miss Darla?” Silver asked at last. Darla let out a little sigh in response before putting her head against her paws and shifting her gaze away from Silver.
“My protector got sick. She told me not to worry since it’s just a cold, but I can’t stop thinking about it.” Darla explained. Silver offered a little laugh in response to her explanation, to which Darla lifted her head from her paws and met Silver’s gaze. Admittedly, she was a little bit weirded out by Silver’s metal parts… but she said nothing in regards to it. She wanted to know what was so funny.
“Seems we’re in the same boat, Darla. Me client got himself a bit of a cold as well.” Silver laughed. “I suppose that’s what came about as a result of Maka walking him home in the rain without an umbrella.” Silver explained. Darla perked up a little at that remark. He knew Maka?
“Wait! You know Maka? She’s my protector!” Darla yipped happily. “So… that means you’re an agent!” Darla was truly wowed by that bit of information. She hadn’t expected the person she had randomly sat beside to be an agent.
“That’s right, lass. Just don’t mention that to anyone else.” Silver said with a wink.
“How come?” Darla asked as she tilted her head to the said. Surely being an agent was some kind of honor, right? Why wouldn’t he want anyone to know?
“Oh, I have my reasons. So then… Maka Albarn is your protector, correct?” Silver asked, seemingly deciding to change the subject. Darla nodded vigorously in response and stood up again, putting her front paws against Silver’s arm as she did. That was something she would definitely enjoy talking about.
“That’s right. I met her a few weeks ago right here in this very park. She got assigned to protect me, but I think she was kind of sad that someone else got the client she wanted to protect originally.” Darla explained. “Someone named Crona. She seems really close to him, at least from where I stand. That has to be why she wanted to protect him so badly.” Darla continued. Silver chuckled softly as she finished her explanation, prompting her to once more offer a confused look.
“Lass, I’m the one that beat her to becoming Crona’s protector. Couldn’t be happier that I did, though. He’s a kind lad… just going through a lot and a bit on the timid side.” Silver explained. Darla’s eyes lit up with excitement. Not only had she met an agent, but she had also met the agent that was protecting her protector’s friend! Though, she was a bit confused about one thing. Namely, why Maka had ended up walking Crona home through the rain. Shouldn’t that have been Silver’s job?
“How did Maka and Crona end up walking home in the rain, though?” Darla asked, voicing her question at last. Silver just shrugged a little in response as Darla moved her paws off of his arm. It was either that he didn’t know, or he did know and was just messing with her. Darla wasn’t sure which it was.
“I told Crona he could do what he wanted for a day. From what I understand that led to him going to a movie, which happened to be the same movie Maka must have gone to. They ended up spending time together and before they knew it, they must have gotten rained out.” Silver laughed. Darla couldn’t help but laugh as well. Imagining rain ruining whatever Maka and Crona had been doing was just too funny! “I suppose it’s a good thing that happened, though.”
“Why’s that, Silver?” Darla asked. What good could possibly have been brought about from Maka and Crona’s misfortune of walking home in the rain and getting sick? Silver just smirked a little and gently put his finger against her nose, almost seeming to indicate that she was what resulted from their misfortune.
“I got ta meet ye, lass.” Silver replied at last. Darla grinned as he spoke, clearly glad that she had met Silver as well, and rubbed her head against his hand in an affectionate manner. “Now then, since ye lack a protector for the day and I lack a client, why don’t we just stick together for now?” Silver asked. Darla nodded vigorously in response. She quite liked that idea.
“That’d be great, Silver! Let’s go!” Darla yipped. With that, she leaped off of the bench and started to bound off further into the park with Silver following along behind her. It had been a good day indeed, at least as far as Darla was concerned.
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Post by Ray on May 31, 2011 11:19:08 GMT -5
One more for right now. Sorry about the abuse of italics in this one. I had to convey that Soul was talking to himself somehow, and I thought that was the best way to go about it. Anyway, this would presumably take place directly after Operation: Cobra.
Journey to the Projective Mind
There, alone in his dorm, Soul sat on his bed. It had only been a few hours since he, Ursula, and Miyuki returned from their mission. In his humble opinion, it was quite successful. They had obtained information, gotten out fairly unharmed, and best of all… Soul had gotten to shed blood at long last. He couldn’t have been happier. Still, there he sat with a sort of glazed look on his face as he stared at his scythe blade. It was still partly covered in Double D’s blood, and Soul didn’t feel like cleaning it off.
Are you satisfied with yourself? a voice asked. Soul looked up, uncertain of where the voice was coming from, only to find that he was facing… well, what he could only describe as a sort of airy version of himself. This Soul was cloaked in a sort of silvery light and was giving him a rather disappointed look. You got your wish. You got to spill blood. Then again, it really wasn’t your wish now was it? the other Soul asked.
“Shut up.” Soul growled. Talking to himself? What would Lady Medusa have to say about that? “That agent had it coming. If I didn’t tear him apart, someone else would have.” he stated.
And what did you gain from doing so? Look at yourself! You’re losing your grip on everything you hold dear! Is this really what you want? the airy Soul asked. Or is it what she wants? You’re no better than that bitch Medusa if you keep this up. he stated. Come on. What would Maka have to say if she saw you like this?
“Who cares? She doesn’t matter anymore.” Soul stated bluntly. The airy Soul looked horrified by that remark, but did Soul care? No. Not in the least. He had long since lost his desire to hold on, and the other Soul could see this as plain as day. Soul, on the other hand, couldn’t see it at all. As far as he was concerned, he was doing his job as an assassin.
So that’s it? You’re just going to forget about Maka? Forget about all the good times you had with her? Forget about… me? the other Soul asked. Soul could see a bit of hopeful light in his reflection’s eyes, but whether or not he cared entirely was something he couldn’t determine. Why should he care? That was the old him. The new him, the assassin Soul, shouldn’t have cared about such things. Holding on to such trivial matters would make him less of an assassin. I won’t just go away, you know. You may have given up on everything, but not me. I’m going to keep trying to pull you out of this manipulation spell she has you under. the airy Soul said. Soul just snorted in response, clearly not all that interested in what his counterpart would be doing anymore.
“You go ahead and try, but Lady Medusa won’t like it.” came Soul’s cold remark. He pointed his blade at the airy Soul in a threatening manner, almost as if he was going to attack what was essentially himself. “Why don’t you just take a hike? I like it here, and you sure as hell aren’t going to take over again. You’re nothing but a goody two-shoes. Why don’t you just go back to your precious Maka?” he growled.
The airy Soul just sighed, shaking his head as he did. I wish I could. I happen to have the misfortune of sharing a body with you, you know. he deadpanned. I want you to think about something, Soul. Without me, you wouldn’t even be here. That body you’ve taken over? That’s mine. You may have suppressed me for the moment, but I will keep fighting. Sooner or later, I’ll take back what’s mine and free you.
“Shut up! Just shut the hell up!” Soul snapped, leaping up from where he sat and moving to the airy Soul. “I don’t need you! I don’t need anybody!” he snapped.
You tell yourself that, but when you think about it… you’ll just end up alone if you push me away. Medusa doesn’t care about you. Once you’ve served your purpose, she’ll just use those snakes she implanted in us and kill you. Either that, or she’ll abandon you like she did Crona once you’ve outlived your usefulness. the other Soul stated. Soul’s eyes narrowed, his gaze hardening as he glared at the other him. What did he know? He wasn’t him. He didn’t know Lady Medusa. He’d only seen her as an enemy before. If he was smart, like him, he would embrace her as an equal.
“What the hell do you know? Crona was a weakling. He still is a weakling. We’re stronger than him!” Soul snapped. The other Soul just shook his head, clearly growing tired of the debate, and turned away from his counterpart. “Lady Medusa saw that. That’s why she took us into the agency in the first place. Why the hell can’t you see that for what it really is and leave me the hell alone?” Soul asked. He tried to get a hold of the airy Soul, but to his surprise his hand only went through him. The airy Soul laughed, taking that moment to move away from the assassin Soul and shook his head slowly.
See what you’ve done to yourself? You can’t even get a grip on your old self anymore. If you can’t get a grip on me, what hope do you have of staying sane at all? it was a good question. Something Soul hadn’t even considered in his state of bloodlust. The coldness seemed to melt from his eyes just a little bit as he took it into consideration for the first time, and the airy Soul nodded a little, clearly hopeful that his counterpart would realize the error of his ways. However, that was not the case. The cold returned in an instant and Soul quickly tried to slash at the airy Soul with his blade.
“I don’t need you, dammit! I don’t need anybody, you got that?!” Soul asked. “And I sure as hell don’t need to get a grip on you. You’d only hold me back.” he stated.
I’m sorry you feel that way, Soul. But, like I said, you can’t get rid of me. I’ll be here, trying to get you to remember what you’ve long since forgotten, and reminding you of everything you’ve forgotten. the other Soul stated. Just remember. I’m here if you ever need me. You may think you don’t need me, you can forget Maka for all I care, but I’ll always be here. he added.
Soul just stared in wonder at the airy Soul for several moments, almost as if he was having a hard time thinking about what had been said. At length, he just gave a snort and turned away from his airy counterpart. He didn’t say a word as he moved back to his bed and allowed his scythe blade to disappear at last. As far as he was concerned, he was content. The airy Soul just let out a soft sigh as he faded away. He had tried. That was all he could do.
Sorry, Maka. Looks like this is going to be harder than I thought.
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Post by Tulio on May 31, 2011 14:21:50 GMT -5
Sorry for the late response but seriously that silver/darla fic was freakin wonderful! I loved it so much! Thanks! <3333
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Post by Sinbad on May 31, 2011 16:44:45 GMT -5
the Soul one was just amazing XD
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Post by Megamind on Jun 6, 2011 19:10:42 GMT -5
Would requests be open at this time? C:
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Post by Rainbow Dash on Jun 6, 2011 22:45:51 GMT -5
I have a few waiting in the wings, but I would be more than willing to add one more to the list. What do you have in mind? :3
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Post by Miyuki Takara on Jun 6, 2011 23:01:51 GMT -5
I'm on a Soul/Miyuki kick at the moment. You can guess what I'm gonna ask. XDDDD I'll write you one as well (I've been planning to write a oneshot of them recently), so we can call it a fic trade. X3
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Post by Rainbow Dash on Jun 6, 2011 23:31:11 GMT -5
CX Sounds good to me. I'll get to work on it soon.
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Post by Soul on Jun 13, 2011 14:12:12 GMT -5
Sorry these requests are taking so long, guys. I kinda lost inspiration. But, I'll definitely try to finish them soon. For now, here's my half of my fanfic trade with Miyuki.
The Crimson and Violet Chronicles: Stability
Stop it, Soul! Get a hold of yourself! You have to listen to me, otherwise… otherwise you’ll just kill yourself! the airy Soul was back again, and this time he was screaming for Soul to get a hold of himself. He needed to get a grip on himself once more. But… it appeared as though Soul truly had lost himself this time. Blood dripped down from self-inflicted cuts, the most prominent being one across his chest. It was an old wound that he had unintentionally reopened. One he couldn’t remember obtaining. He was too far gone to remember the night he had saved Maka from Crona. Too far gone to realize he had been injuring himself to try and make the airy Soul go away. It wasn’t working.
Soul’s vision had become clouded by pain. He couldn’t recognize what thoughts were his own and what were the thoughts of the airy Soul. Anyone with the soul perception ability would have seen the chaos consuming Soul’s soul. He was oblivious to the fact that Medusa’s control had become stronger. All he knew was that he hated the airy Soul. That ghostly figure had caused him nothing but problems, and he wanted him gone. Soul had reasoned in a very brief moment of being in control of his own actions that if he hurt himself, then the airy Soul would leave. It appeared to have had the opposite effect, as the airy figure that was himself was hovering over him as he slumped to the floor with blood slowly beginning to stain the floor of the training room as bright a shade of red as his eyes.
“Shut… shut up! Just… go… away!” Soul managed to shout. Whether or not the airy Soul had actually listened was questionable, but it appeared his ghostly figment had vanished for the time being. Soul’s vision was becoming murkier, but he could make out the figure of a familiar pink-haired girl. For a brief moment, Soul thought that it was someone else. Someone from the DWMA that was trying to take him away from his presumed home. The controlled portion of him, being the majority of him by that point, made a move to swing his bloodied scythe blade at the figure, but as he would have struck her he stopped himself. He recognized the muddled voice of the figure. She was… calling his name. “M-Miyu…ki?” before he could get his answer, Soul found himself losing consciousness.
Soul didn’t know how much time had passed between losing consciousness and what happened after, but the next thing he knew he was regaining consciousness in the infirmary. For a moment, Soul thought he had dreamed the whole thing up. It was seeing Miyuki sitting by his bed with a surprisingly concerned expression on her face that made him realize what had happened was all too real. Before he could even open his mouth, it appeared as though Miyuki had noticed him waking up. Concern seemed to melt away from her expression just a little in that moment. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” Miyuki remarked. A very slight smirk formed on Soul’s face at those words. “Seriously, though, what the hell happened to you in there?” she asked.
At first, Soul didn’t respond. He wasn’t entirely certain of what had happened himself. All he remembered was encountering that airy counterpart of himself again…
“…I guess I lost control.” Soul replied at last. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, cringing in pain as he moved but seeming to ignore it for the most part. “What… what were you doing in there, anyway?” he asked. Miyuki gave a slight shrug in response, trying to appear unconcerned, but Soul could see remnants of that concern still in her eyes.
“I came to check on you, actually. After all, you had practically locked yourself in that grungy old training room all day. But hearing you shouting at someone got me wondering about what was going on in there.” Miyuki explained. Soul grimaced slightly as she spoke. So she had heard him yelling at the airy Soul. “You sure know how to freak me out. I didn’t expect you to be alone in there, let alone face down on the floor in a pool of your own blood.” Miyuki commented.
“My own… blood?” Soul honestly didn’t remember that part of what had happened. His thoughts had been so clouded that he couldn’t even remember doing much training at all. The only clear parts of what had happened involved that damned airy version of himself.
“You don’t remember? Your scythe blade was covered in it, and no one else was around.” Miyuki told him. It was almost too difficult to believe, but the fact that he was indeed in the infirmary with fresh stitches on his old wound, along with some new wounds, made it clear enough that he wasn’t being lied to. “Roger and I managed to get you patched up… but you really had me worried, you know?” Miyuki asked.
“You? Worried about me?” Soul asked playfully. A sort of irritated look crossed Miyuki’s face as Soul burst out laughing at that remark. He had never imagined her of all people worrying about him. “Yeah right, Miyuki. No one here worries about me.” Soul scoffed.
“It’s not funny, Soul. I really was worried.” Miyuki said flatly. At that remark, Soul stopped laughing and met her violet gaze. There were no traces of humor in her gaze this time. She was being serious. “And what do you mean by ‘losing control’, Soul?” she asked. Concern had returned to her expression with those words. However, Soul couldn’t answer. If she knew what he was going through, if she found out that he was there against his will… what would become of their friendship? Or… was it more than friendship by that point? Soul didn’t know. All he did was close his eyes as if he was thinking.
“…It’s complicated. But, I appreciate the concern, Miyuki.” Soul replied. Instead of being annoyed by his lack of explanation like he had predicted, however, Miyuki just offered a very slight smile. She seemed to have accepted the answer. A slight memory of what had happened seemed to have made itself known in Soul’s mind after just a moment, as a sort of confused look was on his face when he opened his eyes. “But… why would you have put yourself in danger if I had really lost it? I could have hurt you, you know.” Soul told her.
“But you stopped yourself.” She pointed out. …That was right. Soul vaguely remembered trying to attack her, but he had indeed stopped himself. Perhaps… perhaps her presence had allowed him to regain control of himself for just a brief moment. Whatever had happened, he was still alive and she was unharmed. That was all that mattered to him. Soul wanted to say more, but Miyuki had apparently decided to cut the conversation short as she got up from her chair. “Anyway, I should probably get going. You know, I still have things to do. But I’ll come check up on you later. Okay, babe?” Miyuki asked with a sort of playful grin. Babe. There was that pet name again. Soul liked it even more than he had before.
“Sure thing. I’m holding you to that, though. I expect you to be back here at some point.” Soul replied with an equally playful smirk. Miyuki nodded in turn, and without another word she excused herself from the infirmary. This just left Soul alone with his thoughts.
Stability, huh? …I suppose that makes sense. Everyone needs some kind of stability in their lives. Yours just… popped up at the most unexpected time. he told himself.
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Post by Miyuki Takara on Jun 13, 2011 16:17:17 GMT -5
I love itttt!!!~ Oh gosh, poor Soul! He's positively losing his noodle. D': D'aw the fluffiness toward the end was rather cute, if you ignore the fact that Soul is possesed and tried to kill his ghost of Memories Past not long ago, and Miyuki is a crazy psycho deep down. XD Anddd... my half is getting written. It's just getting writen veryyyy slowwwww. It'll probably be finished by the end of today now that you reminded me. XD
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Post by Maka on Jun 14, 2011 11:01:43 GMT -5
I swear I will get back to the requests soon. I just... had to indulge myself in more Soul/Miyuki fluff. The Crimson and Violet Chronicles: Sonata of the Heart A few days had passed since Soul’s… episode. Although he had been a little shaky in doing so, he seemed to have recovered enough to resume his tasks as an assassin. In that time, he had done a bit of personal exploration. Not exploration of his soul, of course. No, Soul had been exploring the agency. His exploration had led to a rather… interesting discovery. Soul had hardly believed it when he happened upon it, but he had found a special room. The room was fairly small, but there was a rather nice looking piano placed in the center of it. It was almost as if it was just begging for someone to play it. At first, Soul had been reluctant to acknowledge that he had even found such a room. He had wanted to leave his musical talents behind. After all, that was his brother’s field of expertise. Leave the musical prodigies to their music, and leave the death weapons to their own devices. That was what Soul had decided a long time ago. …And yet, he found himself carefully leading Miyuki through the hallways of the agency and toward that very room he had discovered. “Where exactly are you taking me?” Miyuki finally asked. Soul had been leading her on for a while by that point, and he imagined she was becoming more than a little irritated by his lack of explaining where they were going. It was understandable, though. He really hadn’t spoken much about the room he had discovered, and there he was leading one of his friends to it without so much as a word on where they were going. “Just relax, Miyuki. We’re almost there.” Soul told her. They had rounded yet another corner by that point, but his words were true enough. They were almost there. Fortunately for Soul, the ghostly counterpart of himself had apparently decided to remain dormant for the moment. He was glad of this. The last thing he needed was that idiot ruining his moment. At last, though, the pair reached their destination. As Soul had noted before, the room was rather small. How anyone had managed to get a piano in it was anyone’s guess. Still, the room was fairly comfortable in appearance even if it was small, offering a couple of soft chairs for people to sit on and even providing a fairly comfortable looking chair in front of the piano. “Here we are.” Soul said at last as he let go of Miyuki’s hand. “Wow… I didn’t even know the agency had a place like this.” Miyuki stated. “I didn’t, either. I just happened upon it while I was doing a bit of exploring the other day.” Soul explained. He motioned for Miyuki to sit in one of the comfy chairs the room had to offer, and she obliged without a word. Despite seeming to not having any complaints on the matter, Miyuki did offer a somewhat confused look as she sat down. She seemed to want to know why she had been brought to such a strange room. Soul waved off any such thoughts with a dismissive hand. He had something in mind. “Just relax. I want you to enjoy this.” “Enjoy… what?” Miyuki asked. Now she truly did look confused. It was no wonder to Soul, though. The white-haired boy had never been one to show off his piano playing skills in front of many. He had only once performed for his friends back at the DWMA, and that was quite some time ago. Even Maka had really only heard Soul perform once, and that had been a special piece. Soul didn’t intend on performing such a piece again. No, he had something else in mind as he sat down in front of the piano. From the corner of his eye, Soul saw Miyuki’s expression light up in interest. “I didn’t know you could play, Soul.” She stated. “Not many do. It’s a talent I prefer to keep to myself.” Soul explained. For a long moment, Soul just stared tentatively at the keys. It felt like he was about to attempt something he had never tried before, even knowing that he was a fairly talented musician. Not like Wes, of course, but his family was filled with musical talent. Soul just preferred to not make it known that he was one. Not publically, at least. No, this would be a special performance. A one-time thing for someone he cared about more than anyone else in the agency. From the corner of his eye, Soul thought he could make out that airy figure of himself in the corner of the room. There was no mistaking the look of disappointment on the ghostly Soul’s face. But, for once, Soul was able to ignore him. Soul carefully flexed his fingers for a moment, seeming to anticipate Miyuki’s impatience at his slow start, and without further hesitation he began to play. Soul’s fingers practically danced across the keys as he played. Even without sheet music in front of him, he seemed to know what he was doing. He started slowly, letting the delicate sounds of the notes encompass him, and before long he seemed to lose himself in the music. From time to time Soul would look back to Miyuki, simply taking in the impressed look on her face before becoming lost in the music yet again. This was his forte. This was a way for Soul to lose himself without risking hurting anyone, and something he admittedly had a bit of a passion for. The airy Soul said nothing. He merely watched as Soul performed, shaking his head slowly before starting to vanish. Maka would not be so impressed if she were to learn what had gone on. Without so much as a word, he was gone. Soul was glad, of course. He hadn’t wanted to deal with that guy, anyway. Soon enough, Soul slowed his playing. The piece was coming to an end. A part of him didn’t want it to end, but at the same time realized that he needed to do so. The notes became ever softer until at last the playing stopped completely. He was slowly coming back into reality when he realized Miyuki had begun to applaud his performance. “Wow, babe. You really are something.” Miyuki stated as she got up from her chair. Soul got up from his as well, offering just a slight shrug for the moment in response to her comment. “How long have you been able to play like that?” she asked. “My whole life, actually.” Soul replied casually. It was the first time he was opening up a part of his past not related to the DWMA to anyone in the agency. “My whole family is made up of musicians. But, I gave it up when I learned I had the ability to become a death weapon.” Soul explained. He shook his head after a moment. It wasn’t regret that he was feeling. On the contrary, it was relief. He was glad he didn’t have to live up to any expectations of being a great musician anymore. Not like his older brother. “I don’t play much anymore, but I thought I ought to play something for you.” he said. “And why’s that?” Miyuki asked, looking truly intrigued by that comment. Soul met the question with another shrug as he moved away from the piano and closer to Miyuki. What happened next, and whether he had done it of his own free will or not, was debatable. He leaned closer to her and planted a light kiss on her cheek, taking a bit of amusement in the stunned expression that briefly formed on her face. “Maybe it’s because I thought I should. After all, I really only play for those who are close to me.” Soul explained. “I wouldn’t expect this to become a regular thing, though. We have images to maintain, after all.” He said. It seemed Miyuki was all right with that, as she simply nodded a little before making a move that Soul hadn’t expected. She returned the kiss he had given her with one of her own, making his face light up with a very brief blush. “We’ll just have to save this for later then. Not that I mind, of course. I wouldn’t want the rest of the agency to know about your talents.” Miyuki stated, grinning a little as she did. Soul was glad she felt that way. The last thing he wanted was having to perform for the whole Dark Agency. “We probably should get going. The others will likely have a fit if they found out we were in here ‘goofing around’.” She stated after a moment. “Well then, go right ahead. Ladies first, after all.” Soul said, bowing for a moment as he motioned for Miyuki to go out of the room ahead of him. She obliged without complaint, and with that she was gone. Soul was once again left alone, but this time he was okay with that. He cast one last glance at the piano he had used, and a sort of fond smile formed on his face. Whether or not it was the airy Soul’s doing he wasn’t certain, but for a brief moment Soul thought he could see himself at the piano again with Maka by his side. Did he care? Not at all. That was a part of his life he had chosen to forget, or rather… had been made to forget. It would take more than that to make him regret what he had done. The image faded, leaving Soul alone once more, and for just a moment he returned to the piano. If he had been given the chance to relive that moment of playing for Miyuki, or offered the chance to give it up in exchange for Maka, Soul was convinced he wouldn’t change a thing. The sonata of his heart wasn’t for Maka anymore. It was for Miyuki.
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Post by Miyuki Takara on Jun 14, 2011 11:10:19 GMT -5
It's taking everything I can not to squee with fangirlish delight at this, you know. XD Again, I absolutely love it! It's an interesting one, for sure! I wonder what song Soul was playing. :U Probably something like this:
But that's just me, because George Winston is my favorite pianist. X3
ANYWAY, long story short, love this, love you for it! *hugs*
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Post by Hiccup on Oct 15, 2011 12:54:00 GMT -5
Finally, something new! Just a little oneshot. The first meeting between Hiccup and Alvin.
The First Encounter
“Great. Just great. Most agents get to escort someone as their first mission. Oh, no. Not me. I get errand duty.”
Hiccup continued to grumble irritably to himself as he trudged along, carrying a package under his arm and generally looking annoyed. Of course Naveen had thought it would be a good idea to send Hiccup on errand duty. Leave it to the newbie to retrieve something of nonexistent importance. For all he knew it was probably just some new plans for the technology department. Hiccup didn’t know what and he didn’t care what. All he wanted to do was prove that he wasn’t completely useless. They must have thought something along those lines if they were making him be an errand boy.
It was dark by the time Hiccup rounded the corner and started to make his way down the path toward the agency. He shifted the weight of his package to his other arm and continued to trudge forward. There would be complaints when he got back. That much Hiccup knew for certain. However, as he walked along he couldn’t help but shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. He stopped walking and glanced behind him. The whole way from the post office, Hiccup had thought for certain that someone was following him. “…Hello?”
As if in answer to his question, a tall figure stepped out from the shadows. That alone was enough to startle Hiccup. He hadn’t expected anyone to actually come out. Hiccup took a step back and looked over the other individual. If he were being honest, he would have to say this man looked as though he had been to hell and back. What had happened to him?
“Hello… Hiccup.”
Hiccup felt himself squirm at the mere mentioning of his name. How did this man know his name? It was creepy! “How… how do you know my name? Who are you?” Hiccup asked. He held his package closer to his body and looked over the man again. He knew for a fact that he had never seen him before. How could someone he had never met know his name?
“You don’t remember me, Hiccup? I’m hurt. I would have thought that after everything we’ve been through you would have remembered your old pal Alvin.” The man, apparently named Alvin, said. Now Hiccup was really freaked out. Apparently this Alvin knew him, but in all honesty Hiccup couldn’t think of a time or a place that he could have met such a person. His heart began to beat faster and he started to shake. This had to be a dream. There was no way it was real. “It’s a shame we must cut this meeting so short, Hiccup. However, I’ve been looking forward to this for a long while. You’re not going to get away from me again.” Alvin said.
Before Hiccup could even react, Alvin revealed that he did have a weapon on him. A fancy looking sword that Hiccup had only seen in his dreams, one that Hiccup only vaguely remembered being called the Stormblade by figures in his dreams. There was only one thing Hiccup could think of to do. He stooped down, picked up a rock, and chucked it in Alvin’s general direction. When he heard the disgruntled cry of pain from his would be attacker, Hiccup took the opportunity to run for his life. He didn’t look back. Whoever this Alvin was, he knew it would be a foolish idea to try and get more information from him.
It wasn’t long before he reached the agency. Once he was inside, Hiccup closed the doors behind him, locked them, and slid down onto the floor with his back against the doors. Safe. He was safe. No more strange men that apparently knew who he was trying to kill him. On top of that, Hiccup had safely brought the package to the headquarters. Naveen would be pleased, at the very least.
“Hiccup?”
Looking up from the floor, Hiccup found himself looking up at Toothless and Astrid. His friends. Of course it was Astrid that had spoken. He didn’t expect Toothless to start speaking. “Oh… hey… Astrid. Toothless.” Hiccup panted.
“What happened?” Astrid asked. Hiccup easily recognized the skeptical look in Astrid’s eyes. There was no denying he was glad she was the questioning type. If he got into trouble, she could easily pick out that very fact. “You were just supposed to retrieve a package.”
“I know, I know. I just… this weird thing happened when I was coming back.” Hiccup proceeded to explain what had happened. He explained about Alvin, how he didn’t recognize the man, and how apparently the man that looked like he was living proof that hell existed knew him… and how he had almost been attacked. When he finished, he looked to Astrid and Toothless again. The female Viking and Night Fury exchanged glances, and after a moment Astrid stooped down to Hiccup’s level. He expected her to help him to his feet. Instead, she punched him in the shoulder. “Ow!”
“Congratulations, Hiccup. You’ve succeeded in making an enemy out of someone you don’t even know.” Astrid deadpanned. Hiccup just looked at her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. It wasn’t like he asked for these things to happen to him!
“Oh, like it’s my fault. I don’t even know this Alvin guy! I don’t get why he thinks I know him.” Hiccup finally said. It was strange. Hiccup silently admitted to himself that maybe there was something a little familiar about Alvin, but he couldn’t place what that was. It might have had something to do with the dream he kept having about pirates and the like. For all Hiccup knew, though, he had been mistaken for someone else. “I guess it doesn’t matter… I got back safe, right?”
“Yeah… but you still made a fool of yourself.” Astrid replied. For a long moment it was silent after she had spoken. Hiccup didn’t know what to say to that. Finally, though, Astrid did help him to his feet. “Come on. Let’s just get that package to Naveen.” She said.
“Yeah… before he wonders if I got eaten by a tree.”
The three of them made their way to Naveen’s office after that. All the way there, though, Hiccup wondered about the encounter. Where had he met this Alvin before? How did he even know him?
Man… that was freaky.
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