Yo, everybody… It's Sieg-sama (a.k.a. Zeke Axel)…
A 5-chapter Claymore yuri-fic. GalateaxMiria. What more info could you want? The timeline is somewhere before Miria's run in with Clare…Written from 1st person and Miria's POV...
You can consider L'Arc-en-Ciel's DRINK IT DOWN my inspiration… Listen to it, while you read the fic or something…
P.S. my other fics are currently discontinued… See profile for more…
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Scene 1…
Sometimes you can tell that something's beginning. But you can never guess what…
It started raining, as if it was sort of a tradition. Rain somehow always managed to precede an Awakened Being hunt. It became routine, just as the hunts. I'm pretty much used to any of them and if you balance the team correctly all goes easy… But this hunt is special…
"And as the rules go the one with the highest rank will lead the awakened being hunt… I think you know No.4 Ophelia…"
This time I feel as if they're not hunting awakened beings, but rather a purge against defected elements… This hunt has the 'blood-soaked warrior' Ophelia. I hate her since that very hunt. But right now she isn't my biggest problem…
"But this time, I'll be leading the hunt… I'm Galatea No.3"
Considering that no one ever saw Alicia or Beth, it makes her de facto the strongest Claymore… And they say she's very cunning…
"And you are the Phantom Miria, I've heard so much about" – a grin forms on her lips…
Damn, just how did they…
FIND ME…
Our metal boots hit the wet rocks with a trademark clank… Long walks are typical 50 percent of a Claymore's job… And right now we're walking in uneasy silence… Galatea is walking forward through the rain, she seems to be more concerned about how her hair looks when it's wet, than to talk to us… Ophelia dropped a few "Oh, I wonder how this Awakened Being will look, when I cut it in two" or "Try not to get in my way or might accidentally cut you too", but I didn't even want to talk to her and Galatea just ignored her as well, so she kept walking a little ways behind us…
After being in a lot of near-death situations, I practically stopped worrying abut myself, and could focus on my team members. But this time I'm the lowest rank in the team… And I can't shake off the feeling that they're here just for my troublemaking half-awakened head on a plate…
It should be better if I just keep quiet this whole mission and not show any signs of disobedience or being rebellious. Maybe it'll just slide this time…
"It won't just slide…" – Galatea turned her eyes to me…
How did she? Did she just…
"It won't just slide. Single-digit only team aren't formed just for any simple deal… This'll be difficult even for a awakened being 'pro' like you, number six…"
Thank heavens, she just thinks I'm worried… But still – be calm… I find a emotionless voice to make a ironclad reply
"I am aware of that. It's obvious from our team, that this is a difficult mission. I just didn't want to ask you about it directly…"
"Oh" – No.3 slowed her pace – "I've heard that you've done quite a number of difficult missions, and your judgment is correct… But allow me a question…"
"Yes, number three" – I reply
"How does my hair look?"
"Ah" – that caught me off guard, I was expecting something different…
"So how does it look?"
"Umm… Wet." – best I could say…
She arched her brows at me…
"Wet in a good way…" – I lost my senseless voice and try to avoid her glare…
"Oh, you think so? Thanks." – she turned around and continued walking…
That's something unusual… I never once thought about stuff like that on a mission… She is strange…
"May I wonder why you asked me that?" – damn, why did I say that out loud?
"Well, there are two reasons: 1)You should never neglect how you look in the heat of battle" – she stopped and turned to me – "and two" – she slightly hit me with two fingers into the middle of my chest – "You seemed worried and I decided something like that would take you're mind off it…"
"I wasn't worried… What made you think that?"
"When a Claymore gets cared and shakes – her shoulder plates start hitting each other and form a rather sad tune…" – Galatea put her hands on my armored shoulders…
"I wasn't shaking…" – I really wasn't… I at least know how to hide my nervousness…
She moved in closer, a too close for my liking… I could feel her hot breath reach my lips…
"Well, then it must've been the rain…" – she tilted her head a little to the side, strains of her wet hair which was stuck to her face, "in a good way" glued off and shook in the wind, her silver eyes held a threat… or so it seemed to me… At any case, she was dangerous… I wanted to move away a bit, or at least close my eyes, but somehow I couldn't even breathe. It felt as if the rain stopped and I was enveloped in a warm wind…
"Mi-ri-a" – she blinked at me - "We should start moving or Ophelia will catch up and start talking…" – she moved away first, saving me from her hypnotizing gaze… - "And when Ophelia starts talking, there's no stopping her…"
I stood there for a second as she moved away, smiling, and I could finally feel the rain hit my skin… I'll even say it again to myself – she is DANGEROUS… As is all the top-five…
This mission will not be regular routine…
To be continued…
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That's only scene 1…
I'll make more scenes later (tomorrow). And eventually bring proof that this is M-rated…