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estiroseThis is a fragment, I might do more with it but it's not going anywhere that I like. It's set in the Leading, Leading universe.
When Wataru opened the door of her house, there was a flower delivery man with a boquet in his hands.
"Aso Wataru?" the man asked.
"Yes?" She didn't know why anybody would be sending her flowers.
"Here." He shoved it into her hands in a most unprofessional way, and she looked at them with confusion. They were pretty, wispy red flowers, but she wasn't sure why anyone would send her flowers. She and Mio-san had been in a relationship for years, but Mio wasn't the flower type, and neither was she, unless she could use them in her recipes.
"What are they?"
"Tag says Red Spider Lilies." The deliveryman grunted, and made his way out of there.
She looked at the flowers, and then took them inside. Maybe Shizuka-chan down the street would know when she came over.
There was a note on the flowers, she noticed as she settled them down on the counter. "I'm sorry," it said, and it was signed "Your older brother."
Wataru reread the last part. "I don't have an older brother," she told the room.
"Oh, Wataru!" Her older sister, Megumi, walked into the kitchen. "Did Mio-chan give you flowers?"
"No?" Wataru handed Megumi the note. "I don't have an older brother, but it was addressed to me. And these are red spider lilies. I don't know what that means...."
"Um, it means 'Never to meet again'. Oh, you must have had an admirer that gave up on you! An older one, probably."
"Oh." That made sense; she just didn't notice guys, much to her mother's disappointment.
"Don't worry, Wataru! Some day you'll find someone." Her sister claped her on the shoulder.
"Okay." She went to her room and called Mio-san. "Mio, um...."
"I... I can't be with you anymore. The-the Fangire King came to me and...."
"Mio-san...." She knew that it was inevitable, that someone would notice that Wataru and Mio wouldn't always get to be together. "What do you think we should do?" She always tried to let Mio make the decisions.
"Wataru-san, he said that I wasn't worthy of being with his little sister!" The words came out in a tumble.
"What?" This didn't make any sense. The Fangire King couldn't be her brother because she didn't have one, not that she knew of. And she was human, besides.
"He-he said that I shouldn't talk to you anymore, except to say goodbye, and that he'd find you a good husband, and that I should find a new job."
Wataru didn't have the training to fight the Fangire King. Her mother had IXA, she knew, but she knew the strain it put on her mother and she didn't want to deal with that.
"I won't let this happen to us." She balled her fists. If it was suicide, it was suicide, but she wasn't about to give up Mio-san for anything. "What do you know about the King?"
"He dresses all in white." Wataru had a mental image of Mio-san shaking her head. "He's been stalking the two of us for the last few weeks, Wataru-san, I don't know what happened."
"Then we'll just have to be together a little longer." Her mother would be upset at her if she knew what she had in mind, but there was nothing to be done. Mio was the one Wataru loved, and Wataru was not going to let any delusional Fangire King take that away from her. "I'm going to fight him."
"You can't, Wataru-san, you'll die! He might kill me with you."
That sobered Wataru up a bit. She wouldn't risk Mio-san. She would never risk Mio-san. She could yell at the Fangire King, maybe, but not if it caused Mio-san to be hurt.
Yet still, this couldn't go on. She would make sure it wouldn't go on.
Even if there was nothing she could do.
* * *
So, she went to work as normal, and so did Mio-san, even if Mio-san looked terrified. "If he comes, just let me know," she said. Mio knew what the man looked like, and Wataru could draw him away, and then argue with him.
She hadn't told her sister or her mother what she was going to do. She knew that it was dangerous, but she wanted to be with Mio-san, no matter what.
"Wataru," Mio-san said, "He's coming."
Nodding, Wataru saw the man. He was in a white shirt over a pink top, one hand in a glove, the other bare. Black pants and white shoes completed his ensemble.
"The man with the pink shirt?" she asked, and Mio-san nodded back. "I'm going to go talk to him."
"Be careful." Mio-san looked like she wanted to say more, and then shut her mouth.
"I will." She walked up to the man, looking up at him. "You threatened Mio-san." The words were quiet, because she knew enough of Fangire etiquette that they didn't like to be overheard when discussing Fangire things, even if it involved her not being Fangire.
"Let me take you away from here," the man, King, said. Which was not what she was expecting, but hey, maybe he wanted a battle somewhere less public as well. Not that she was expecting to win.
"I'm working," she said. "Would after three be all right?" She couldn't believe what she was saying, but she could hardly be screaming - or more - at the Fangire King in the middle of a Human restaurant.
The King sighed. "Yes." He disappeared, like she was in the middle of some romantic fantasy, leaving her to go back to her shift. Mio-san seemed nervous, almost dropping about five meals, but Wataru kept her from disintegrating completely.
By the time she was finished with her shift, she'd almost forgotten about the Fangire King, but he was waiting for her outside. "Here, hop on," he said, tossing her a helmet.
She'd never ridden on a motorcycle before, but at least she knew kind of how to use a helmet. She'd seen it often enough on TV. It was a bad idea, but she'd do whatever she could to keep Mio-san safe, at least for the moment.
He drove her to a meadow somewhere outside Tokyo.
"Finally," he said. "I never thought I'd find you." He was smiling, which wasn't something she expected, and then he was hugging her, as if they were long-lost friends. Or lovers.
Or, if the card was to be believed, siblings.
"You threatened Mio-san," she repeated, to bring the conversation back on track.
"Well, of course. You can't date another girl." He was talking calmly and almost reasonably.
"Or a Fangire?" she asked. It was dangerous to ask, but he didn't seem upset. Confused, briefly, if anything.
"You can't date Humans, Fangire are fine." He was smiling again. "I know this is a lot to take in. Let me explain when we get to Castle Dran."
"To what?" She'd never heard of the place, of course, and it made even less sense when he stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled.
"Castle Dran," he said, as a dragon with a castle on its back emerged from the ground. The King wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Great, now she was going to die in a dragon castle after screaming at the Fangire King. What kind of ending was that?
They were lifted up in a bubble into the dragon's mouth, and soon were in some kind of room. A man with grey hair in a ponytail frowned at her. "Kurosawa," the King said, "This is my little sister." He sounded almost proud of the fact.
"King?" Kurosawa asked, as if he'd misheard the King.
"I finally found where Mother had hidden her. Maybe there's something for her to eat? And a bedroom, of course, I can't have her staying with those Humans...."
The man, still confused, bowed. "I'll see what I can do, King."
After Kurosawa had left, the King turned to her. "Now, you're confused."
"Yes. And I want you to stop threatening Mio-san." Would he ever pay attention to that, or was he going to keep insisting that she was his little sister?
He shrugged. "She wasn't good for you."
"And why do you insist I'm your little sister?"
"Because you are. I've been looking for you for a long time."
She shook her head. This fantasy of his was a nightmare for her, and she didn't know how to end it.
When Wataru opened the door of her house, there was a flower delivery man with a boquet in his hands.
"Aso Wataru?" the man asked.
"Yes?" She didn't know why anybody would be sending her flowers.
"Here." He shoved it into her hands in a most unprofessional way, and she looked at them with confusion. They were pretty, wispy red flowers, but she wasn't sure why anyone would send her flowers. She and Mio-san had been in a relationship for years, but Mio wasn't the flower type, and neither was she, unless she could use them in her recipes.
"What are they?"
"Tag says Red Spider Lilies." The deliveryman grunted, and made his way out of there.
She looked at the flowers, and then took them inside. Maybe Shizuka-chan down the street would know when she came over.
There was a note on the flowers, she noticed as she settled them down on the counter. "I'm sorry," it said, and it was signed "Your older brother."
Wataru reread the last part. "I don't have an older brother," she told the room.
"Oh, Wataru!" Her older sister, Megumi, walked into the kitchen. "Did Mio-chan give you flowers?"
"No?" Wataru handed Megumi the note. "I don't have an older brother, but it was addressed to me. And these are red spider lilies. I don't know what that means...."
"Um, it means 'Never to meet again'. Oh, you must have had an admirer that gave up on you! An older one, probably."
"Oh." That made sense; she just didn't notice guys, much to her mother's disappointment.
"Don't worry, Wataru! Some day you'll find someone." Her sister claped her on the shoulder.
"Okay." She went to her room and called Mio-san. "Mio, um...."
"I... I can't be with you anymore. The-the Fangire King came to me and...."
"Mio-san...." She knew that it was inevitable, that someone would notice that Wataru and Mio wouldn't always get to be together. "What do you think we should do?" She always tried to let Mio make the decisions.
"Wataru-san, he said that I wasn't worthy of being with his little sister!" The words came out in a tumble.
"What?" This didn't make any sense. The Fangire King couldn't be her brother because she didn't have one, not that she knew of. And she was human, besides.
"He-he said that I shouldn't talk to you anymore, except to say goodbye, and that he'd find you a good husband, and that I should find a new job."
Wataru didn't have the training to fight the Fangire King. Her mother had IXA, she knew, but she knew the strain it put on her mother and she didn't want to deal with that.
"I won't let this happen to us." She balled her fists. If it was suicide, it was suicide, but she wasn't about to give up Mio-san for anything. "What do you know about the King?"
"He dresses all in white." Wataru had a mental image of Mio-san shaking her head. "He's been stalking the two of us for the last few weeks, Wataru-san, I don't know what happened."
"Then we'll just have to be together a little longer." Her mother would be upset at her if she knew what she had in mind, but there was nothing to be done. Mio was the one Wataru loved, and Wataru was not going to let any delusional Fangire King take that away from her. "I'm going to fight him."
"You can't, Wataru-san, you'll die! He might kill me with you."
That sobered Wataru up a bit. She wouldn't risk Mio-san. She would never risk Mio-san. She could yell at the Fangire King, maybe, but not if it caused Mio-san to be hurt.
Yet still, this couldn't go on. She would make sure it wouldn't go on.
Even if there was nothing she could do.
* * *
So, she went to work as normal, and so did Mio-san, even if Mio-san looked terrified. "If he comes, just let me know," she said. Mio knew what the man looked like, and Wataru could draw him away, and then argue with him.
She hadn't told her sister or her mother what she was going to do. She knew that it was dangerous, but she wanted to be with Mio-san, no matter what.
"Wataru," Mio-san said, "He's coming."
Nodding, Wataru saw the man. He was in a white shirt over a pink top, one hand in a glove, the other bare. Black pants and white shoes completed his ensemble.
"The man with the pink shirt?" she asked, and Mio-san nodded back. "I'm going to go talk to him."
"Be careful." Mio-san looked like she wanted to say more, and then shut her mouth.
"I will." She walked up to the man, looking up at him. "You threatened Mio-san." The words were quiet, because she knew enough of Fangire etiquette that they didn't like to be overheard when discussing Fangire things, even if it involved her not being Fangire.
"Let me take you away from here," the man, King, said. Which was not what she was expecting, but hey, maybe he wanted a battle somewhere less public as well. Not that she was expecting to win.
"I'm working," she said. "Would after three be all right?" She couldn't believe what she was saying, but she could hardly be screaming - or more - at the Fangire King in the middle of a Human restaurant.
The King sighed. "Yes." He disappeared, like she was in the middle of some romantic fantasy, leaving her to go back to her shift. Mio-san seemed nervous, almost dropping about five meals, but Wataru kept her from disintegrating completely.
By the time she was finished with her shift, she'd almost forgotten about the Fangire King, but he was waiting for her outside. "Here, hop on," he said, tossing her a helmet.
She'd never ridden on a motorcycle before, but at least she knew kind of how to use a helmet. She'd seen it often enough on TV. It was a bad idea, but she'd do whatever she could to keep Mio-san safe, at least for the moment.
He drove her to a meadow somewhere outside Tokyo.
"Finally," he said. "I never thought I'd find you." He was smiling, which wasn't something she expected, and then he was hugging her, as if they were long-lost friends. Or lovers.
Or, if the card was to be believed, siblings.
"You threatened Mio-san," she repeated, to bring the conversation back on track.
"Well, of course. You can't date another girl." He was talking calmly and almost reasonably.
"Or a Fangire?" she asked. It was dangerous to ask, but he didn't seem upset. Confused, briefly, if anything.
"You can't date Humans, Fangire are fine." He was smiling again. "I know this is a lot to take in. Let me explain when we get to Castle Dran."
"To what?" She'd never heard of the place, of course, and it made even less sense when he stuck two fingers in his mouth and whistled.
"Castle Dran," he said, as a dragon with a castle on its back emerged from the ground. The King wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Great, now she was going to die in a dragon castle after screaming at the Fangire King. What kind of ending was that?
They were lifted up in a bubble into the dragon's mouth, and soon were in some kind of room. A man with grey hair in a ponytail frowned at her. "Kurosawa," the King said, "This is my little sister." He sounded almost proud of the fact.
"King?" Kurosawa asked, as if he'd misheard the King.
"I finally found where Mother had hidden her. Maybe there's something for her to eat? And a bedroom, of course, I can't have her staying with those Humans...."
The man, still confused, bowed. "I'll see what I can do, King."
After Kurosawa had left, the King turned to her. "Now, you're confused."
"Yes. And I want you to stop threatening Mio-san." Would he ever pay attention to that, or was he going to keep insisting that she was his little sister?
He shrugged. "She wasn't good for you."
"And why do you insist I'm your little sister?"
"Because you are. I've been looking for you for a long time."
She shook her head. This fantasy of his was a nightmare for her, and she didn't know how to end it.
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Date: 2014-03-31 03:14 am (UTC)ETA: Mostly because I've done this scene before for Song's main fic, and I see no need to repeat it here for whatever-I'll-nickname-this-one-to-keep-her-straight.
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Date: 2014-04-05 05:49 pm (UTC)