DISCLAIMER: Ling will be mine eventually. HE HE HE. But till then... He's not... So ya know HE DOESN'T BELONG TO ME -.- and neither does Lan Fan. Boooo. I am not responsible for people's *ahem* otakus *ahem* ovaries exploding later on in the story. But enjoy :3
A/N: This is set WAYYYY after Ling and Lan Fan fought Father with Ed and Al so they're both probably 19/21. It'd be funny if they were still 15 and then Ed grew taller than Ling. He'd be happy. I WISH I WAS TALLER TOO :( Anyways... Story!
Chapter 1 - BEFORE
Lan Fan was anxious. It was Ling's first time fighting his father, the Emperor of Xing. As noble as His Majesty's title was, his personality completely contradicted it. He was among the sharpest of men in Xing whose reflexes were fast and tactics were cunning and therefore challenging to apprehend.
What would happen if it went wrong? What would happen if Ling lost a limb? Lan Fan couldn't control her angst. As much as she tried to push it to the side and ignore it, it kept coming back, that arising feeling of unbearable concern for the Prince. She was glad that she had her signature black, white and red mask on to hide her feelings.
Her thoughts were interrupted as the door in front of her opened. Ling appeared, with a toothbrush half sticking out of his mouth and his long dark hair in a mess. Scratching the back of his head and frantically trying to brush his teeth without using his hands, he gestured for Lan Fan to enter. She did so obediently, silently, as she always did – not commenting on how little time he had to get ready for the battle.
Still, she sat on the floor cross legged and watched as the Prince frantically hunted for a hair brush and hair tie.
"Lan Fan!" he cried out in despair, "Have you seen my hair brush? I give up, you win. I need you to help me find my stuff! Now tell me where it is!"
Previously the week before, her and the Prince had made a deal that he would go one week without asking Lan Fan to help him look for his belongings due to his extreme lack of organisation skills. They had added a bet to this, that if he managed to complete said deal, Lan Fan would wear a dress in front of him.
Glad to have won, she grinned broadly and pointed to his chest of draws on the left hand side of his large bedroom. After face-palming, Ling rummaged through them, revealing his hairbrush and hair tie wrapped neatly together, something no one other than Lan Fan would have done.
"YESSSS!" Ling rejoiced. He did have a tendency to get over excited, but Lan Fan was used to his out bursts after spending ten years of her life by his side. "Thanks Lan Fan," he smiled as he took of her hood and ruffled her hair. After feeling embarrassed, she immediately pulled her hood over her head and said "Young Lord, it is nearly time for the battle. Be quick." And with that, she wordlessly got up and was about to leave when Ling grabbed hold of her wrist, faintly turning red.
"H-How much time do I have?" he asked, stuttering slightly because of his hot feelings.
Lan Fan, who was clearly just as taken aback by what Ling had done, removed her wrist from his grasp and said "I-I'm not sure… J-Just be…Q-Quick…" And she left.