The Mercenary who loved
By RaVenous
What?! Yes I'm alive---I think I'm the so far author who's only making new titles and updates. Just get re-charged from doujinshi scans, I will spill the entirety of my inspirations while I still have it. This fic is not in my list! It's borne of inspiration, yay for me! Updatey will come slow in 'Cruel Intentions' though *sighs and shrugs*
Another midsummer theme just like my Karl x Irvine. By the way, this is my FIRST hetero fic in zoids, so go easy on me.
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Part one: My Wildflower
The sight of her took his breath away.
He, a fierce and feared former mercenary, standing frozen beside his geno breaker, watched the young woman from the edge of the clearing. She stood captured for a timeless moment in prisms of misty white light that spilled into the forest. Had he not been alone, he'd asked even Shadow if she was a vision----a dream brone from the weakness of a man who had fought too many battles, traveled too much, and had too little sleep. For only a vision could have hair that rippled down her back, almost touching her knees. Hair the rich platinum blonde color of a bright sunrise. Only a vision could look so innocent. Only a vision could sing like the angels.
To the very crowns of the trees her voice rose in song, a sound that he could only fathom was the music of heaven----clear, fresh and flawless. He moved closer, his search for water suddenly forgotten. At that moment it mattered little that his mouth held the dusty flavor of the road, so caught was he by this young lady.
She bent down and picked up another bright yellow flower from the forest floor, weaving it into a garland of wildflowers and lush ivy that hung over her arm. She turned then, spinning on one foot while her hair flowed outward and her violet summer dress belled slightly. She was singing a bright and merry tune---a song to the kittens that frolicked at her feet.
"I yearn to live and be free and merry, to fly among the stars. With widespread wings so light and airy, On a Midsummer night in June."
A foolish song filled with whimsy, yet somehow it charmed him as nothing had in longer than he could remember. He continued to watch her.
Soon a squirrel scurried down the tree, followed by two more. They stood on their branches and cocked their curious heads as she sang. Three rabbits hopped from the bracken and ferns, twitching their noses and tails instead of instinctively using their speedy legs to spring away. And the birds--- sparrows, robins, and hummingbirds---fluttered above her.
Odd, he thought, how the animals had no fear of her. Like as if they were drawn like he was to a siren's sweet sound. He asked himself if he had been too long at the battlefield. Had he seen so much bloodshed, been away from his home so long that the mere sight of a New Helix's beauty made his mind play him false? The forest was a dark place of legend, the setting for the evil side of a traveler's tale, and home to trolls and witches, if one was to believe in fancy.
But fancy was not for men of war, anymore than a young woman could turn into a fairy. No, to a warrior's mind, the forest was a place for thieves and wastrels, and the best possible place for ambush.
His sixth sense told him there was no danger there. As though enchanted, this forest appeared to come alive in the joyful aura of this one small and lovely creature. And he felt it too, that full feeling of life he'd thought was long lost. Or perhaps it had never even been there.
She danced over to a small bubbling stream where she lifted her skirts and skipped stone to stone, laughing when the birds followed her and squirrels, rabbits, and kittens watched her from the bank.
He smiled
In Zi's name---he asked himself how long had it been since something had touched him so. He knew the answer---too long.
She came back to the clearing, still singing and dancing. Added to her audience were bright butterflies that fluttered through the shimmering mist and a plump white duck with a trail of fluffy butter-colored ducklings that waddled like drunken soldiers from the stream.
He had never seen anything like this.
Humming now, she danced a bit closer, pausing at a rock where where she picked up a pair of beige colored shoes. She chattered to the animals while she dusted the leaves off a small pale foot and slid into the shoe, then propped her foot on the rock so she could tie the laces around the slimmest ankle he'd seen in months.
She finished with her other shoe and gathered the kittens into a small willow basket before she picked up her wildflower garland, this time tucking it around her small waist. She lifted the top on one side of her basket and spoke to kittens, calling them by name, silly, fanciful names that made him smile again. She moved closer to where he stood and when she was but a few feet away she set down the basket, then picked up, then picked up a dark velvet mantle and swung it around her, tying it securely beneath her small firm chin.
In a gesture that almost made him groan aloud, she combed her fingers through her platinum blonde locks and lifted it, then raised her gaze at the same time. She stood before him, completely unaware of his existence, which almost made him laugh at the irony, for he was aware of nothing but her.
She had a face that was proof of Heaven's perfection---a small nose, lips of rose, and her skin like shimmering pale cream shade of dunes in the desert. But her eyes were that stuck him, knocked his breath from him as surely as if he had been struck with Van's Blade Liger. They weren't the usual pacific blue, or the familiar dark brown eyes.
They were of purest emeralds that shone with yellowish hue, bright like the wildflowers she picked. Yellowish-green eyes. Wild eyes, he thought, watching as she turned and moved toward the opposite end of the clearing. He knew he'd seen such familiar eyes before-although not as intense as this beauty in front of him now.
Then from a distance, he heard a low rumble of vehicles passing through the end of the clearing. Imperial soldiers probably an entourage, he thought, and cautiously took a few steps back. The young lady quickly turned her head to that direction and scooped her things gently and made long quick strides towards one of the vehicle behind an armored truck. It was like an end of a blissful dream.
"Brother!" she called out,
Raven waited for a few seconds, then followed slowly, using the thick grove of ash trees and heavy mist as a shield. The sight of the forest and the meadow ended on toward a craggy hillside road, and one of the imperial men came out of their vehicle to meet the girl. Above one of the vehicle, flap the distinctive flag of the Imperial 1st Panzer Division Unit.
The man who came down to greet the girl removed his cap and exposed a crown of his own blonde hair. He smiled embarrassingly as she placed the wild flower garland to his neck. Although much tamer in color, he have her similar set of green eyes.
Green eyes. Schubaltz eyes. No wonder they look familiar. The young lady is the Imperial Colonel's younger sister!
But still he stood there, his arms crossed as he leaned against the trunk of an ash tree. For the longest time---time where seconds turned into eternal minutes---he just stood there, watching---thinking, then making a decision with the same swiftness and gut instinct he used on the battlefield.
He moved back to the stream, knelt and took a drink. He wiped his mouth and looked at his reflection for a moment, but his mind played zoidian tricks on him, for he saw not his image in the silvery water, but her sweet face staring back at him.
His sense returned swiftly and he stood, calling himself a love struck bastard. He called for Shadow, and then mobilize away towards the high way that rimmed the thick forest.
The round wound northward, a ribbon of dirt in the lush green countryside of the colony. Before closing his cockpit, he took one long look at the vehicles of the Imperial 1st Panzer Unit under Colonel Schubaltz move away. For a heartbeat, he allowed himself one final golden moment of her memory.
She would be him---yes, she would, this fairy child, the woman, a Schubaltz, with eyes so wild.
He vowed that she would be his, because after years of waging war and living in dry foreign colonies, after years of bloodshed and waking to the clash of a zoid and firing a charge particle beam, after years of loneliness, he wanted, needed, a little gentleness and peace in his hard life.
Then Zi's former deadly mercenary, Raven, closed his cockpit and flew away. He made up his mind.
-CONTINUED!!-
By RaVenous
What?! Yes I'm alive---I think I'm the so far author who's only making new titles and updates. Just get re-charged from doujinshi scans, I will spill the entirety of my inspirations while I still have it. This fic is not in my list! It's borne of inspiration, yay for me! Updatey will come slow in 'Cruel Intentions' though *sighs and shrugs*
Another midsummer theme just like my Karl x Irvine. By the way, this is my FIRST hetero fic in zoids, so go easy on me.
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Part one: My Wildflower
The sight of her took his breath away.
He, a fierce and feared former mercenary, standing frozen beside his geno breaker, watched the young woman from the edge of the clearing. She stood captured for a timeless moment in prisms of misty white light that spilled into the forest. Had he not been alone, he'd asked even Shadow if she was a vision----a dream brone from the weakness of a man who had fought too many battles, traveled too much, and had too little sleep. For only a vision could have hair that rippled down her back, almost touching her knees. Hair the rich platinum blonde color of a bright sunrise. Only a vision could look so innocent. Only a vision could sing like the angels.
To the very crowns of the trees her voice rose in song, a sound that he could only fathom was the music of heaven----clear, fresh and flawless. He moved closer, his search for water suddenly forgotten. At that moment it mattered little that his mouth held the dusty flavor of the road, so caught was he by this young lady.
She bent down and picked up another bright yellow flower from the forest floor, weaving it into a garland of wildflowers and lush ivy that hung over her arm. She turned then, spinning on one foot while her hair flowed outward and her violet summer dress belled slightly. She was singing a bright and merry tune---a song to the kittens that frolicked at her feet.
"I yearn to live and be free and merry, to fly among the stars. With widespread wings so light and airy, On a Midsummer night in June."
A foolish song filled with whimsy, yet somehow it charmed him as nothing had in longer than he could remember. He continued to watch her.
Soon a squirrel scurried down the tree, followed by two more. They stood on their branches and cocked their curious heads as she sang. Three rabbits hopped from the bracken and ferns, twitching their noses and tails instead of instinctively using their speedy legs to spring away. And the birds--- sparrows, robins, and hummingbirds---fluttered above her.
Odd, he thought, how the animals had no fear of her. Like as if they were drawn like he was to a siren's sweet sound. He asked himself if he had been too long at the battlefield. Had he seen so much bloodshed, been away from his home so long that the mere sight of a New Helix's beauty made his mind play him false? The forest was a dark place of legend, the setting for the evil side of a traveler's tale, and home to trolls and witches, if one was to believe in fancy.
But fancy was not for men of war, anymore than a young woman could turn into a fairy. No, to a warrior's mind, the forest was a place for thieves and wastrels, and the best possible place for ambush.
His sixth sense told him there was no danger there. As though enchanted, this forest appeared to come alive in the joyful aura of this one small and lovely creature. And he felt it too, that full feeling of life he'd thought was long lost. Or perhaps it had never even been there.
She danced over to a small bubbling stream where she lifted her skirts and skipped stone to stone, laughing when the birds followed her and squirrels, rabbits, and kittens watched her from the bank.
He smiled
In Zi's name---he asked himself how long had it been since something had touched him so. He knew the answer---too long.
She came back to the clearing, still singing and dancing. Added to her audience were bright butterflies that fluttered through the shimmering mist and a plump white duck with a trail of fluffy butter-colored ducklings that waddled like drunken soldiers from the stream.
He had never seen anything like this.
Humming now, she danced a bit closer, pausing at a rock where where she picked up a pair of beige colored shoes. She chattered to the animals while she dusted the leaves off a small pale foot and slid into the shoe, then propped her foot on the rock so she could tie the laces around the slimmest ankle he'd seen in months.
She finished with her other shoe and gathered the kittens into a small willow basket before she picked up her wildflower garland, this time tucking it around her small waist. She lifted the top on one side of her basket and spoke to kittens, calling them by name, silly, fanciful names that made him smile again. She moved closer to where he stood and when she was but a few feet away she set down the basket, then picked up, then picked up a dark velvet mantle and swung it around her, tying it securely beneath her small firm chin.
In a gesture that almost made him groan aloud, she combed her fingers through her platinum blonde locks and lifted it, then raised her gaze at the same time. She stood before him, completely unaware of his existence, which almost made him laugh at the irony, for he was aware of nothing but her.
She had a face that was proof of Heaven's perfection---a small nose, lips of rose, and her skin like shimmering pale cream shade of dunes in the desert. But her eyes were that stuck him, knocked his breath from him as surely as if he had been struck with Van's Blade Liger. They weren't the usual pacific blue, or the familiar dark brown eyes.
They were of purest emeralds that shone with yellowish hue, bright like the wildflowers she picked. Yellowish-green eyes. Wild eyes, he thought, watching as she turned and moved toward the opposite end of the clearing. He knew he'd seen such familiar eyes before-although not as intense as this beauty in front of him now.
Then from a distance, he heard a low rumble of vehicles passing through the end of the clearing. Imperial soldiers probably an entourage, he thought, and cautiously took a few steps back. The young lady quickly turned her head to that direction and scooped her things gently and made long quick strides towards one of the vehicle behind an armored truck. It was like an end of a blissful dream.
"Brother!" she called out,
Raven waited for a few seconds, then followed slowly, using the thick grove of ash trees and heavy mist as a shield. The sight of the forest and the meadow ended on toward a craggy hillside road, and one of the imperial men came out of their vehicle to meet the girl. Above one of the vehicle, flap the distinctive flag of the Imperial 1st Panzer Division Unit.
The man who came down to greet the girl removed his cap and exposed a crown of his own blonde hair. He smiled embarrassingly as she placed the wild flower garland to his neck. Although much tamer in color, he have her similar set of green eyes.
Green eyes. Schubaltz eyes. No wonder they look familiar. The young lady is the Imperial Colonel's younger sister!
But still he stood there, his arms crossed as he leaned against the trunk of an ash tree. For the longest time---time where seconds turned into eternal minutes---he just stood there, watching---thinking, then making a decision with the same swiftness and gut instinct he used on the battlefield.
He moved back to the stream, knelt and took a drink. He wiped his mouth and looked at his reflection for a moment, but his mind played zoidian tricks on him, for he saw not his image in the silvery water, but her sweet face staring back at him.
His sense returned swiftly and he stood, calling himself a love struck bastard. He called for Shadow, and then mobilize away towards the high way that rimmed the thick forest.
The round wound northward, a ribbon of dirt in the lush green countryside of the colony. Before closing his cockpit, he took one long look at the vehicles of the Imperial 1st Panzer Unit under Colonel Schubaltz move away. For a heartbeat, he allowed himself one final golden moment of her memory.
She would be him---yes, she would, this fairy child, the woman, a Schubaltz, with eyes so wild.
He vowed that she would be his, because after years of waging war and living in dry foreign colonies, after years of bloodshed and waking to the clash of a zoid and firing a charge particle beam, after years of loneliness, he wanted, needed, a little gentleness and peace in his hard life.
Then Zi's former deadly mercenary, Raven, closed his cockpit and flew away. He made up his mind.
-CONTINUED!!-