2/22/09 09:35 am - Two drabbles that are going to be from two compleatly different stories:
The first one is going to be for the sequel of the Lost Dragons, and the second one is how I picture how the past selves of Tero and Gab first met.
Drabble 1: Captured.
Sakura's hands were tied, quite literally too. She tried to figure out how to escape this cage that she was stuck in with the two daughters of Millerna, but there were a few problems.
She couldn't sneek out with the two girls while the four of those men were asleep, it was too risky for not only it would give them reason to kill the two girls, but also the fact that Francis, the one who tried to kill her brother, had keen senses and could tell weather she was escaping or not. She learned that one the hard way for she tried to do so many times before but with no luck.
The other problem was that Francis had made sure she wasn't able to escape with ease for she was the most tied up, and not with just ropes either. He also tied her down with spells and chains which wasn't easy to wiggle out she figured and realized.
In other words, the guy had EVERYTHING planned out, and if one part failed, he would quickly make a new part to it where it was used to his advantage. She looked out through the bars of the cage, she was in deep water now.
Meanwhile, Francis was reading his book in the carriage, his right hand man, Gertona, was a bit on the anxious side.
"Why are you so anxious?" The Jahya Clone never did look up, "I thought you were happy about the fact that we captured such beautiful women."
"But kill them? Granted I would careless about the other two, but Sakura's fate really wasn't what I had in mind with death." Gertona pointed out, sounding a bit disgruntled.
"I wasn't saying I was going to kill her." Francis put down his book onto his lap, "She's necessary to kill her brother."
Gertona paused, eyes wide with shock.
"What I'm saying is that from what you have told me and what I have seen, she's a needed piece in this chess game. However, it would prove difficult to have her pledge her allegiance to me, for she is very independent and headstrong. Much like her ancestor. Now this part is where YOU come in. Because she would be under your "care" for I would careless what you do to her, as long as she is able to fight when I need her to be." Francis pointed out, pleased with the reaction he was getting.
"So you're saying that she can be my lover if I wanted to. That she would be mine and only mine."
"Correct." He went back to his reading, "and don't worry, I'm also not forbidding you to use your new powers to do the task. It just may make your job a whole lot easier if you so desire."
Gertona smirked as he leaned back into his seat. He was going to like this job, more so then any time he was working with Express, "I'm liking this job a whole lot more now." he muttered under his breath.
Drabble 2: Save the last Dance
Mioko put a finger up to her lips when her handmaid tried to tell her not to go, "Relax, I'll be fine. As long as I'm not in a dress and have the mask and cloak on, no one would know."
"But Lady Mioko! The King of Gods said that you are not ready to-"
"I think I'm ready to meet the others. Why am I and Pheobe always the one who's locked away anyways? I'm much like the others in importance, not higher, so why hide me and Pheobe?" She pointed out.
The handmaiden had no answer.
"Now don't worry, I'll be fine." she left to the masquerade ball.
It didn't take the goddess of death long before she arrived at the ball. She felt odd as she walked in since she realized that she was one of the VERY few who wore black, actually to correct that, she saw NO ONE wearing black right at that moment.
"Talk about feeling awkward..." She muttered as she went straight to the window, passing one of the other gods, she looked realizing the clothing and recognizing the person from what she had heard.
"So that's the god of sin... creepy guy if you ask me." she muttered and quickly turned her back out of panic when he quickly looked in her direction. Red eyes burning right through her knowing that she said the wrong thing and she rushed away into the crowd.
Meanwhile Rasdanon sighed as his brother was nagging him yet again about going to these things.
"Wereannon, you know very well that we HAVE to go to these things, it's proper edict."
"Proper edict my ARSE! I mean look at this place! All stiff men and ugly women and no real good looking ones! If I had a say in this, it would be, 'I'm not going and you call can go to hell if you don't agree!'..."
"Wereannon..." Rasdanon pleaded, "Not at the ball..."
"I don't care! I've always hated these things and that-" Wereannon stopped when he noticed his brother staring in another direction and looked in that direction as well, "Oh... Was hoping it was a girl. But it was some weird chap with no sense of real style." Obviously talking about the cloaked figure who wore all black, "You have fun with your gay fantasy, I'll be going to find some better looking people.... who is OBVIOUSLY are girls... and hopefully they would be in need of my good looks." and left Rasdanon alone.
Rasdanon ignored what his brother had said as he walked towards the person who was standing at the balcony.
"Hello." He bowed, surprised to see such beautiful green eyes when the person turned.
"Oh... um... hello." Mioko sounded nervous, she too was surprise to look into the other person's eyes of golden brown, she tried to make a manly voice but was failing at it quite miserably.
Rasdanon tried not to laugh, he knew that it was a woman for she didn't know how to be manly one bit, "I see you are new here."
"Yes... well, this is my first time to these things." Mioko admitted.
"So what are you god of?" Rasdanon asked.
She stiffed up, she can't say her real profession and she new she was terrible at lying.
"I'm Rasdanon, God of Balance. I'm quite sorry if I imitate you, for I am actually quite the likable guy."
Mioko's heart sunk at the sound of this. Rumors went around saying that the god of balance was actually had no interest in women and was in fact was more interested with men. She bowed her head, "Oh, alright." She lost her attempting to cover her female voice.
Rasdanon noticed the change of tone, more disheartened then anything, he leaned over and whispered into her ear, "You know? I actually do like women. Just people have a tenancy to spread nasty rumors..."
Mioko flushed at this and felt her hand being taken up, "I... don't know how to dance." She squeaked a bit.
"No worries, common." Rasdanon pulled her to the dance floor while she protested a bit more but before she could add in more reasons, the music started up again, so she was stuck in doing so.
The god of sin watched the two intensely, Mioko could feel the same red, searing eyes in their direction.
"Who's red eyed Blondie anyways?" Mioko asked while shifting her head towards the man with red eyes.
"Him? Flameheart. The god of sin, and even though he's liked by many women, he has no interest in them, and if you ask me, the man would make ANYONE who is brave, cower in fear."
"You're telling me..." Mioko could feel a shiver up her spin, "Passed him earlier and boy did I wanted to be out of his line of sight."
Rasdanon smiled and spun Mioko around, "You never told me your name or your job as a god."
Mioko faltered a bit, "I... Uh..."
"RASDANON!" Wereannon's voice called out to his brother.
Rasdanon sighed, "What does the idiot want now?" He showed Mioko to the side, "wait here... I would like to have one last dance. I do hope you have an answer for my question." and left.
But Mioko stood there, should she tell him who she was, or did she have to lie to him? She really did not want to do the latter, so instead she decided to make choice C, leave the room with a small note in the area where she was before she left.
When Rasdanon sighed as he walked back, "I'm sorry-" he was cut short by the sight of no one there, only a note. He picked it up and opened it.
"I am sorry to leave you like this; however I thank you for the dance. I shall save my last dance for next time around, for you only.
~Woman in black"
He blinked and smiled, "Well, at least I would be seeing her again." and closed the letter again.