Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless, or any of the canon characters. The two main characters, my OC's, do belong to me though.
Warnings: None
Summary: The life of a Fighter Unit and her Sacrifice in the Seven Voices Academy. Team Merciless is said to be the best. They are unchallenged by the students of the school. The teachers praise them. They are the unquestionable favorite of Ritsu-sensei and even Nagisa, who despise Ritsu and his first prodigy Soubi, seems to genuinely like them. Even Nana will agree to leave her computer if it is Merciless making the request. But life at the Academy is just plain boring to these two. They live for the nightly training sessions and the occasional Battle Royals, but even that has begun to lose their interest. When the two are recruited, along with Zero and Breathless, to bring Seimei in, dead or alive, will they finally find the excitement that has been lacking in their lives? Will their Merciless nature be their biggest weapon or cause their greatest downfall?
A/N: This was just something I was thinking up as I read the eighth volume and the beginning of the ninth. By the by, if you're in the U.S., and haven't read the eighth yet, you can find it at http // shoku-dan. org/ index. php? page downloads #loveless Just get rid of the spaces. Anyways, I don't know if this will become something big, if the summary will change, if it will just fizzle out like all my other ideas seem to do. Probably the latter, I warn you now. But until then, enjoy, because I really think there should be more OC team stories and definitely more about the Seven Voices Academy. I just love that place! I want to go there! Sigh, if only it were real. I'd love to be a Fighter, not a Sacrifice, cause I hate pain, but being a Fighter would be cool. ponders though I don't fancy being told what to do…
Merciless: One without mercy
Steam swirled around in the confined space of the small bathroom. Condensation formed on the mirrors and the blood red tile walls. A tiny, delicate toe gently tapped the surface of the bath water, testing its temperature. Satisfied, the entire foot submerged itself, then a leg, then another foot and leg, curvy hips, a flat abdomen, ample chest, and seemingly frail shoulders. Only a head, eyes closed, pouty lips pressed together, remained above the water, violet-blue hair piled in a messy bun atop it.
Sighing, Roan placed her arms on the edges of the white tub and rested her head back against the tiled wall. The scent of lilac wafted to her from the incense burning on the counter top. The hot water relaxed her muscles and the soft bubbles caressed her skin. She reveled in the peace and serenity of the moment, knowing that it would soon end. Night training at the Seven Voices Academy would begin in an hour or two and then all manner of hell would break loose. She had it on good authority that tonight would be a Battle Royal and that meant she had a lot of work ahead of her. Sometimes being a Fighter was such a pain.
As the heat and steam and incense calmed her mind, she lulled into a gentle sleep. She dreamt, the same dream she had dreamt for three years, of the first meeting between she and her Sacrifice. Though she had been only eleven years of age at the time, she could vividly recall the moment she set eyes on her destined owner, Ashiko Hinkajou. He had been fourteen at the time, tall for his age, with white blonde hair that fell into his blue, blue eyes and. She had been eleven, small and short and frail seeming, purply-bluish hair messy and awful looking from her attempt at cutting it herself, and green eyes burning bright from excitement. She had been eager and anticipatory, vivacious and practically bouncing in her Mary Jane's. He'd been calm, collected. He had had an aura of tranquility about him and she had known. She had known that here was the one who would own her, here was the one who would control and command her; finally, after waiting so long, here was the one she would belong to. She'd never been happier.
The beep of the speaker system coming on jolted her awake. "Attention dorm residents," the cool voice said.
"Oh shit!" Roan shrieked. "It can't be that time already!"
"It is now 22:00," the secretary's voice said at that very moment, almost as if directly to her, mocking her. "This announcement will air only once. Please listen carefully and prepare. The following is tonight's training program. Begin with mission S, then move on to mission B. All those who finish mission S are to proceed to mission B. Everyone…begin."
Roan frantically dashed about the bathroom, drying herself with a towel and putting on her undergarments before grabbing a scarlet silk bathrobe off the hook on the door and yanking it on. She pulled on a pair of black, equally silk (she was allergic to everything else, and that was the story she was sticking to, so long as Ritsu-sensei kept believing it) slippers and dashed out the door, wet hair smacking some poor innocent preteen in the face.
She could feel Ash calling to her and she closed her eyes, blocking out everything else, feeling in the darkness for her other half. There was a reason Team Merciless was said to be the best Seven Voices had seen since Beloved. It took her less than ten seconds to locate the exact location of her Sacrifice. It wasn't her best time, she noted absently, as she weaved through the numerous students searching for their other halves.
Dashing down the hall, she passed by the male half of Team Sleepless. Kin looked frantic; apparently, he was having a bit of trouble locating Ginka. Ha, Roan thought to herself, Ash and I have never had that problem. Guess that means I'm better than you Kin. If only she had time to stop and say that to the bastard's face. She had always resented his willingness to use physical violence when magic didn't work. Why he couldn't just take defeat like a man was beyond her.
Two more turns and she caught sight of a familiar head of pale hair weaving toward her through the crowd. "Ash!" she yelled.
"Ro!" He skidded to a halt in front of her, grasping her hands.
"You're safe," she sighed.
"As are you," he panted. Running wasn't his strong suit, and that was okay, because they had never, and would never run from a fight.
"Let's go hunting!" they shouted together. Ash released Roan's left hand, holding her right firmly in his left, and took off down the hall, his Fighter right beside him where she belonged.
A/N: Short, I know, but it seemed an appropriate place to let off.
Next time: Battle Royal! Some canon characters make an appearance and spoiler alerts!