So I've been noticing recently that Rokka no Yuusha's fanfiction section is about the same size as a particularly small needle so I decided to add some work to it too!
This is set after the end of the first season of the anime, with just some fluff because tbh I really can't be bothered to right anything with a decent plotline Hope you enjoy!
The waning light from the sunset had faded hours after the braves had settled for the night.
Hans sighed as a cold breeze brushed over the cliff face where he stood, keeping watch over his new companions as they slept. His fingers lazily tapped against the tree he leant against, watching for any fiends that may be too daring to approach.
Darkness had shrouded the campsite after he had put out the fire, insisting to Adlet that he could see much better without it. Much to his new comrades disapproval, he also insisted on taking the full shift that night.
Hans clearly remembered the redheads face when he said he wouldn't sleep soundly so close to a fake brave that had escaped there notice a second time. He chuckled lightly
"Nya- you trust too much Adlet," He shook his head, thinking about the many ways he almost got himself killed.
He trusted all of them. It would probably break his heart when the 7th brave was revealed, much like it did to Goldov when his princess turned against them.
Hans frowned as he thought about Goldov. He was a broken man. He hadn't spoken to anyone after the incident and it wasn't just Hans that had noticed his empty eyes as they ran through the forest. He hoped that the young brave wouldn't do anything stupid for the woman that betrayed him. He had seen the princess escape and had chased her down with the others as Adlet lay dieing because of there mistakes.
He paused, listing to a slight rustling above him. A small bird perched on a branch further up the tree, fluttering away at the sight of him. He relaxed once again, delving back into thought.
"Now that is a question," Hans mused "Adlet must be a lot stronger than we thought, the way he managed to survive back to the temple,"
"From blows like that, I assumed he'd be dead by the time he arrived," His finger scratched against the wood as he worked through his little puzzle
"Of course, if he received medicine he might have made it back, Flamie never did mention what happened after we left..." His mouthed opened in amusement, before contorting into his trademark catlike grin.
"Her face was rather red when we came back," He recollected, smirking to himself
"If I remember correctly she carried around some tonic with her, but I wonder how she gave that to Adlet whilst he was unconscious," He thought evilly, his theory coming together.
More birds began to rustle from the tree signalling that the new day would be coming soon. His finger stopped its tracing over the tree as he looked down over the land bellow him, sighing as he remembered his duties as watch guard.
The sun was soon to be rising as were his companions. He shook his head as he pushed away from the tree, slinking towards the sleeping Braves.
He looked down at the first Brave he came across, Chamot, who lay sleeping peacefully with her foxtail tightly grasped in her hands. He smiled down at his friend, feeling a sense of protectiveness over the girl.
"Nya, Hans she could kill you if she wanted to," He reminded himself, rubbing at one of the deeper cuts her jyomba had left him, but nevertheless , the feeling didn't stray for the young girl. He doubted it would remain when she awoke and they would resume there bickering, but he let it stay there for a while warming his chest before he moved on, continuing to check on the rest of the Braves.
Mora was not far from Chamot. It seemed that even now Mora didn't trust her to be up to some mischief, even sleeping as peacefully as she was.
Rolonia slept next to Mora. Seemingly unsettled by the groups attitudes to one another, she had decided in the end to sleep near her teacher rather than by herself, and Hans could hardly blame her. The way they must have looked when she arrived would have unsettled the most steadfast of warriors.
He peered slightly around them to see Goldov, unmoving in his sleep. Hans rubbed his eyes and approached cautiosly, making sure that the dark shape was actually breathing before stealthy moving towards the final two piles of blankets.
He remembered Adlets' infamous protectiveness over Flamie, even from the beginning of there meeting. He doubted that Adlet would stray far from her with the seventh around, no matter how many times Flamie would push him away.
"Poor, deluded, -NYA!" Hans' train of thought was cut of as he laid eyes on an empty pile of blankets set up next to an iron box of weaponry which should have contained the self proclaimed 'strongest man in the world.'
Hans pulled out his twin swords, spinning around to face whatever had taken there young leader, before he heard a light snore coming close to the bed not a few paces away.
He blinked, sheathing his blades and straightened up as he took in the sight before him.
Red hair lay enveloped them as Adlet and Flamie curled around each other, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist, pulling her into him as she pressed her forehead into his chest. Her hand draped across his back the other tugging on his shirt. Adlet's hand weaved through her hair, gently holding her head as there legs tangled together, laying on the grass next to Flamie's bed.
Hans watched with disbelief as Flamie shivered, causing Adlet to pull her closer to him. She snuggled further into his chest, falling back into there peaceful sleep.
Turning away, he shook his head. He had watched Adlet clamber on to his blankets, and there was no way the boy could have wooed Flamie in such a way. He must have rolled over in his sleep. Not that he doubted Adlets' skill but the redhead had a lot to learn, and he couldn't bring himself to believe that Flamie had permitted a thing such as cuddling.
"But then again, if she would deem it necessary to kiss the Brave then perhaps..."
Hans began to grin. Perhaps he could let the unlikely couple wake last today, after all he wouldn't dream of being the one to wake up the pair, not only to face Flamie after catching her in a somewhat compromising position, but Adlet's protective fury after waking and embarrassing the slumbering half fiend.
He took another few paces away, settling himself down against another tree which would give him a perfect view of the pair when they awoke.
Besides, they were going to have to deal with this sooner or later, and Hans would be damned if he wasn't going to get at least a little fun out of it.
So? What do you think?
Please leave a review with any suggestions you have, and I hope to be updating a little more later!
Next Time: Our sleeping beauties awaken and Chamot and Hans decide to play matchmaker