Chapter 1: Stan and alcohol don't mix

Hi there, this is Tsuki no Waltz., and it's been a long time. I know this isn't a new chapter, and you guys will probably kill me for that, but I though I should revise this before continuing. I haven't updated in a while because I was working on the plot, but now that I have one, you should see the second chapter pretty soon. Hoping you enjoy!-Tsuki.

There was no way that could have been Rosalyn. No, just no. Hero Woman couldn't have a body like that. It had to be some other person. I, Evil King Stan, would never be caught dead ogling my mortal enemy. But there I was, staring at someone who was a dead ringer of that woman. I sat back, watching the woman walk in the bright sunlight, eyes set on her curves. Maybe it was her, but for now, what was the harm in staring? I smirked. This was turning into an interesting day. Unfortunately, I didn't notice that she was looking straight at me, eyes widening.

"Stan, what the heck are you doing here?" She nearly screamed, striding towards me as the rage settled in. I spoke too soon.

"Enjoying the view." I grinned up at her.

Rosalyn started to tremble in rage. "If I had my sword on me I would…"

"What? You would kill poor defenseless me?"

"Defenseless my ass."

I looked around her to get a better view.

"It is a nice view."

"Me or the landscape?" Rosalyn growled, cracking her knuckles.

I examined my hands. "I'd rather look at you."

"What was that?" She growled, furiously blushing.

"Deaf much?" I said, standing up. Rosalyn backed away a little, still bright red.

"You're the one who's deaf!" She cried.

"Good thing I'm not blind, would have missed out on today."

"S-Shut up!" Rosalyn snapped.

I walked up to her and grabbed her waist.

"Make me."

A deft hand smacked me against my cheek, stinging.

"Let. Me. Go."

"You know, I might just stop the insults for a day, Hero Woman…" I grinned, pulling her closer to me. This was starting to get even more fun by the minute.

"If…" The hero raised an eyebrow.

"I don't have to let go." I whispered to her, grinning ear to ear.

"Never."

I frowned, still not moving as I looked her over.

"Hmm, you know I could not let go anyway, with no benefit to you."

"What benefit could a pitiful shadow give to me?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

Rosalyn struggled more.

"Let go, we're causing a commotion!" I looked around to notice several groups of people staring.

I smiled. Perfect.

"I wonder how it would affect the Great Hero's reputation, being seen like this with the Great Evil King ..."

"You-"

"Yes dear?" I said just loud enough for several beach goers to hear me.

The hero shut up, skin blanching.

"Let go, please." You could hear a note of desperation in her voice.

"Only if you promise to let me come to your place. No fighting this time"

She contemplated for a moment.

"Fine. 9:30, in Madril apartments, number 309."

"Do I have your word on it?" I asked, eyes narrowing.

"Hero's honor." She hissed. I let her go, and she swiftly pulled away.

As soon as she was a good distance away a girl, probably a friend, came up to her with a worried expression on her face and pointed at me. Rosalyn shrugged and said something to the girl. She sighed and nodded.

I decided to leave so no one would recognize me. After all, I had made a deal with her.

After hanging out at the bar for a few hours, I made the way to the apartment. And there it was number 309. I grinned, and swayed slightly as I knocked. The door opened slightly, reviling a golden eye behind a chain.

"Stan?"

"Who else would come around your place

She hesitated, rolling her eyes, then the door closed before opening shortly afterward. I smirked, walking in.

Rosalyn shut the door and turned around glaring at me.

"What? Unhappy to see me?" I grinned, holding out a bouquet of flowers.

She walked up to me, stared for a moment, then said,

"Are you drunk, or just idiotic?"

"A little bit tipsy…But no matter." I smiled. "Don't you want them?" The flowers were bright pink, and I grinned at her, wondering if she had noticed.

"I hate pink." She muttered as she plopped herself down on a puffy red chair.

Shrugging, I placed the flowers on the stand next to the door and sat across from her.

"Where's your parasol?" I frowned, not seeing the frumpy pink thing.

"I gave it to someone who needed it more than me."

"Hm, typical for a hero."

She shrugged.

"So, what makes a hero come to the beach when there are plenty of trouble makers about?" I asked casually.

"I'm the Great Hero, remember? My first priority is you, there are others to take care of the little stuff. Since you fell off of the radar for a while, I decided to take a short vacation."

"I was watching you, idiot…." I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

She blushed furiously.

"You stupid-"

"It's not a bad idea, it's somewhat what you were doing. Keeping tabs on me."

She was standing up now.

"At least I wasn't being a creepy stalker."

I sighed. "That wasn't my original plan. I was going to have James or Ari do it, but James is busy with Natasha, and Ari has Marlene to deal with. Besides, he wouldn't have done it anyway. Ever since Classifications been gone with he's been less of a pushover."

Rosalyn sat back down.

" Good for him. He needs to stand up to you. You can't just go around and claim people as your slaves."

I flared up. "He AGREED to is you idiotic...

" Don't even finish that sentence. So why not bother some other person? Why does it have to be me?" She huffed, crossing her arms.

"Because…You're amusing." I laughed, walking over. I wasn't sure if it was the wine talking, or me.

She gave me a horrified look, shrinking back in her chair. I put my arms on either side of her shoulder and leaned down near her face.

"Too close, Stanley." She growled.

"Ah ah ah, no fighting Rosalyn." I whispered, pressing my nose lightly to hers. The air suddenly went dense, and I had never felt so gleeful to be like this with the Hero Woman.

"But I-!"

"Hero's honor, huh?" I laughed cruelly, leaning in a bit closer. She froze, tensing up even more. "You need to relax…Take a load off."

"What do you think I was doing until today?" She whined as I moved even closer. Only a few centimeters separated us now, and I was planning on moving in even closer.

"Stanley HiHat Trinidad if you get any closer I'll-"I stopped, seeing her hand glowing with energy, and pulled back a little.

"Still too close for comfort."

"Deal with it, Woman."

She pushed me back and made her way to one of the other rooms, me following behind her. Once in the other room, which turned out to be the kitchen, she turned around and glared at me.

"Since when did you get so friendly with me?" She glared.

"Since forever…All those insults?" I laughed, smirking as I sat down in the chair.

"You did have a lot of alcohol, didn't you?"

"Only a few drinks…" I smirked, leaning back, "You could use some loosening up as well…"

"Not with you around. Besides, you're bad enough sober."

"Touché."

She reached up to get to the cabinet to get something, but couldn't reach it. I walked up behind her and grabbed the cup as the same time as her, my hand cupping hers. Rosalyn froze, but didn't pull away.

"Here" I handed her the glass, and unwillingly let go of her hand.

"Thank you." She mumbled.

Walking slowly to the facet, she filled the glass with water, the rushing water the only sound in the room. When she sat down, instead of drinking it, she fiddled with the sides.

"So, um," Rosalyn cleared her throat. "What you where saying in the living room, did you really mean that?"

"Which thing?"

"Me being amusing."

"Ah…" my mind went blank. Going to the bar before visiting the hero was not a good idea. Made my mouth too lose.

"Yes."

Her golden eyes locked onto mine, demanding the truth.

"What can I say, you're funny, especially when you over react."

She blushed a deep red, the first time I had ever seen her do that.

"Then why the whole show today? You could have just thrown insults at me instead of doing the whole ogling me and embarrassing me in public."

"Maybe I wanted to stare at you, hold you. Did you think about that?"

She blushed even more. Just then, her phone rang.

"Hello?" Rosalyn listen for a moment.

"No, he hasn't raped me, I'm fine." I raised my eyebrow.

"No, you don't need to come over…I can handle him, yes I know, If anything happens it's my fault..K,bye."

Rosalyn rolled her eyes as she hung up the phone.

"Who thinks I'm a rapist?"

"Stalker, at work..ehh." Rosalyn hid her face in her arms.

"Besides Kisling?"

"Yes, he's a mage at the Hero's Club. He's the reason I don't want to go to work." Her phone beeped again. She checked the screen, then banged her head on the table, groaning.

"Oh, great…"

"What now?"

"Stanley, kill me, please." She moaned. "If you have one ounce of pity in you, you will kill me now."

"Nope, I don't think I will, not because of this anyway. What's so bad anyway? Does it have to do with the stalker?"

"Yes. I have to scout an area with just him."

"Why don't you just take a day off, tell'em you're sick."

"Because one, I don't like to lie, and two, the stalker would just come to my house to try to nurse me back to health." She looked up with an expression I had seen on many people, me being the cause of it, but never her. Complete and utter fear.

"What am I going to do?" Just then, I had the best idea ever. Jumping over the table, I grabbed the hero woman, pinning her arms to her sides.

"What do you think you are doing!"

"You are official my prisoner, making you unable to go to work for a long time."

"Stanley, don't."

"Do you want to go with that guy, or do you want to get away?" I asked her as I hoisted her up over my shoulder.

"For some strange reason, I'm totally OK with this." At least until I started knocking her furniture around.

"What are you doing?" Rosalyn tried to move, but was unable to due to my dark magic.

"Making it look like there was a struggle. Do you want people to think you where whisked away this easily?"

Once I was done trashing up her house and breaking down the door, I ran outside of the building into the streets to cause a commotion. This was going to be a good night

Hi again. The second chapter will be from Rosalyn's pov, so it should be interesting to see what her thoughts were on that night. I love it when people PM me, so If you have any questions or sugjestions about the story, or just want to talk to someone about Okage, feel free to leave me a message. I'll also do gifficts, as long as you give me the character pairing and the plot! Sayonara!