This story is of Glass Fleet and it didnt have a place for it so I put it here, I do not own Glass Fleet but I do own this story plot.
Like A Sword
It was a gorgeous night out in Bryar, Cleo and his crew had landed to take a break and if they found some other crew in need of desperate help and had some kind of payment then it would be a bonus. Michel and Cleo were walking through the city of Bryar, the merchants were whispering.
"Excuse me, are you Michel Volban?" one of the women asked,
"Uh, yes, I am," Michel confused how a merchant in the city he had never been to could know of him.
"It's a pleasure to meet with you," the woman blushing, a frenzy started up, it seemed as if everyone knew of him Cleo stood back and leaned against a building eating an apple he had took since the villagers were busy with Michel.
"Hey, get back here you thief!" Michel running after a child, Cleo saw Michel and the teenaged boy leave down the streets,
"Michel," Cleo thinking he was more than what he bargained for. Cleo ran after Michel, knowing good and well he was in some kind of trouble. Cleo caught up with Michel,
"What have you done now?" Cleo growled out as he was running right beside Michel.
"That kid has my sword, I'm getting it back," Michel following the boy down an alley.
"Now we got him," Michel grabbing another sword from his person,
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Cleo hearing a engine start up.
"That's my sword and that bastard is not getting away that easy!" Michel walking further back into the alley. A wind cycle was flying right at Michel, Michel stood his ground,
"Give me back my sword you bastard!" Michel screamed, Cleo grabbed Michel and rolled out of the way. The kid got away on the wind cycle, Cleo was getting up off of Michel,
"We have to go after him, he has my sword," Michel screamed at Cleo. His nerves of having Michel around, helping him… constantly, Cleo saving Michel all the time! Michel was a bag of trouble, and Cleo wasn't getting paid enough to deal with this royal bag of shit.
"If you keep causing trouble I am going to need more for dealing with the trouble you causing," Cleo pinning him to the building by his neck.
"Let me tell you something Cleo, I'm going to get my sword back, with or without your help, I do not need you to save me all the damn time, you did not get paid to save my ass, so why don't you just stop trying to save me, you are only here to save the people from Vetti, and I am the bait," Michel walking away.
"Looks like I am stuck with trouble for a while longer," Cleo sighed as he started walking out of the alley.
That Night
Michel and his maid and butler and even Cleo and his crew were given as much as they could eat, a shower each and they would be given a bed to sleep in but Michel and Cleo both knew it was easier to sleep in their quarters on the ship. Michel couldn't sleep and had barely ate a thing because of the thief that stole his sword.
"Hey sexy, cant sleep because some boy took your precious sword?" Eimer, the red headed pilot having her arms crossed behind her head.
"Yeah, that sword had a meaning to me," Michel explained as he rubbed his face. Cleo walked in, he threw him an apple,
"You need to eat if you plan to be strong enough to fight, you still have one sword to fight with," Cleo deeply.
"I'm fine, I'm not hungry," Michel explained,
"Suit yourself," Cleo grabbing the apple from his hand, he sat down by Michel.
"There's a blacksmith in town maybe you could get another sword made tomorrow," Nowy sleepily. Michel got up and walked off,
"Michel, Sylva has some tea made for you, why don't you go and try to relax," Jean explained.
"Thanks," Michel nodded, he went and found Sylva in the dining hall and sat down on the couch and drank her tea.
"I don't understand why he holds such values to piece of metal," Cleo grumbled.
"Michel's father gave that sword to Michel's brother, and his brother passed the sword to him, Michel's whole family is dead, there is no way you or anyone else can replace such a sword," Jean explained to Cleo. Cleo just shrugged it off,
"A man of your position would not understand memories of loved ones that were in a better place, the only family he has left is me and my granddaughter Sylva, why don't you give him some slack, train him, the last time he trained with his brother he surpassed him, Michel is a quick student, why don't you give him a chance?" Jean explained to the pirate. Cleo thought for a few minutes,
"Sure, I'll give Michel a go," Cleo nodded, Jean nodded, Cleo got up and walked to the dinning area. He leaned against the wall outside the door of the dining area and closed his eyes, listening in on their conversation.
"Cleo thinks all I am is trouble, I don't know, maybe I am, maybe he isn't the one that is supposed to be our savior, I should just go back home and think of some other way to defeat Vetti," Michel laying on the couch and staring at the ceiling.
"Michel, your father and brother never gave up, I know and grandfather most definitely knows Cleo isn't the best thing for you, but you shouldn't give up just because you and Cleo cant get along," Sylva explained.
"My sword, god, am I stupid?" Michel putting her hands to her head.
"No Michel, you are not stupid, but look, your brother left you that sword…" Jean being interrupted,
"No Jean, if my father would have let me continue my training with him if I could have gone with him, he would been alive, here and…and now, oh god," Michel sighed.
"Michel, it was not your fight back then, now is your fight, you still carry the royal line, if you would have fought back then, you all might have lost your lives, that's why your father did what he did," his maid explained.
"I just need to go home, figure things out," Michel wiping a tear away, Cleo walked in the dining area, he shut the door. Sylva turned and glanced at Cleo,
"I'll excuse myself, you two play nice now," Sylva smiled as she walked out. Cleo made sure she had left before he began, he sat down across from Michel and put his feet up on the table and crossed his arms.
"So, how long have you been standing outside that door?" Michel knowing he was eaves dropping.
"I will be asking the questions now, you plan to give up, because we cant get along, you think its too hard to travel with me because you are drawn to trouble, and just because a kid steals your sword you think its your fault because your father wouldn't let you fight in battle and its your fault because your brother and your father both died in the battle that you were never supposed to fight in…" Cleo being interrupted,
"This is none of your business, it does not concern you!" Michel getting up and trying to leave. Cleo grabbed his arm,
"You may attract trouble but you are not at fault for your brother or your father's death," Cleo having a death grip on Michel's arm.
"And what is it you propose?" Michel harshly.
"We are leaving in a couple of days, we are going back to your home, you will make a decision, either stay with my crew or you go with your own crew, but our plan works, its your decision," Cleo strongly.
"So, that's it, just like that?" Michel confused,
"You and I do not get along, and I have better things to do than fight with you or to have problems come from you, but our plan will work," Cleo explained.
"Me bait, you sit back and laugh till they have a sword through me then you come, yeah perfect pla…" Michel falling to the floor, Cleo caught Michel,
"What the hell…Jean, Sylva get the hell in here!" Cleo boomed. Jean and Sylva ran in,
"Oh, I think I put too much sleeping stuff in her tea," Sylva crying.
"Okay, just calm down, Cleo, just take him to a room where he can sleep comfortably and Sylva can make him more comfortable," Jean explained. Cleo was confused,
~Michel doesn't weigh very much at all, I wonder…~ Cleo thought as he took him to his bedroom and laid him down.
~He seems to be freaking out almost as if he were a girl.~ Cleo thinking as he stared down at the man who called himself Michel Volban.
"Oh Michel, you are in need of a deep pampering all this stress and tension, its bringing up a bad, bad past, okay, Cleo, bye, Michel needs some rest, I'm going to make him more comfortable," Sylva taking Michel's boots off. Cleo got up and glanced at them both before he left the room.