Title: Even Us

Author: Apple

Pairing: Sonata x Arachne

Summary: Even they, the ones left behind, have a story of their own. And even if they don't have forever, they'll still always have tomorrow to look forward to. 100 short fics for a couple nobody even considered. Or thought had ever existed.

Rating: Anywhere from K-M. :3

Apple's Note: Yeah, this couple came completely out of nowhere! XD But I like it and I think that it's cute in its own weird way.

100 Fic Challenge

[Even Us

001. Beginnings

There was a blood trail behind her; one that she could scarcely hide. There was no time—she needed to get out of there quickly. But that damned blood trail...surely that would be the end of her and her wounds just weren't healing fast enough. The blood wasn't clotting—had they used a poisoned blade? It wouldn't have surprised her. Gods, she hated working on the Western Continent. Sonata felt it was the end for her—finally. She was neither happy nor displeased at the thought of Death finally coming for her. Look, there was the telltale sweep of the old crone's cloak...Wait.

Blood red eyes looked up, her gaze meeting with bright green eyes that reminded of the mercenary of pastures filled with high grass and sweet morning dew. They widened, taking in the injured woman propped up against the wall of a shop, barely hidden in the shadow of the alleyway. The girl looking at her couldn't have been more than fifteen years old, maybe even younger than that. She was a lovely little thing in an intricately embroidered dress of black and red, matching up with her insanely brightly colored cherry-tomato hair. But the thing that stood out the most to Sonata in this time of vulnerability were those big green eyes, staring at her in horror.

There were foot steps close by. Soldiers. They were coming for her. Understandable. Sonata did just kill the Queen's younger brother. The girl looked between the oncoming soldiers and her, contemplating something. The dark-haired woman wondered what the redhead was thinking about. It should have been a no-brainer. Get out before the soldiers came.

But people were never as predictable as Sonata liked to think they were.

The girl stepped in front of her, shielding the woman from view with her ample skirt and shadow as a city guard came into view.

"You there! Have you seen anyone suspicious come this way?" he demanded roughly. The red haired girl shook her head no. The man growled and barked something fierce at the other men following him and they were off again. Those green eyes kept a watch on them as they went away, their backs slowly becoming nothing, but tiny specks until they disappeared altogether from view. Turning around, she looked down at Sonata before kneeling next to her, reaching out to touch the spot where the mercenary had been wounded in the shoulder. Sonata caught her hand in a firm grip.

"Why?" she asked, gazing intently at the girl who looked at her blankly.

"You're hurt," she answer, matter of factly.

"They're looking for me, you know," Sonata said, not sure why. She could have just slinked off with no one the wiser, leaving behind no loose ends. As always. "I'm a killer. I could kill you."

The girl slipped her hand out of the woman's grip.

"You won't."

And Sonata didn't; it would have been a shame if she had.

Arachne was an interesting person and Sonata liked interesting people. Living such a long life was really a bore and people like the seamstress were few and far in between.

And, perhaps, it was because the girl had such beautiful eyes; Sonata was a sucker for pretty green eyes.