A/N: really, I was planning on a different fandom to submit my first fanfic, but seeing the sever lack of stories in the Witch Hunter section makes me a bit sad. And one-shots aren't my thing, but hey! I'm giving it a try. Thanks for clicking.

Summary: Sometimes, Tasha wondered if it would have been better if he'd let her go and stayed with the others. Drabble.

(Uh, there's not really any pairings here. I don't really like the romance between Tasha and Halloween/Mordred, but that doesn't mean I support any of the others. In fact, I don't support any romance at all! :I)


Unsightly

Sometimes, Tasha liked to think about what he'd done.

Would it have been better if he had done that, or maybe he shouldn't have done it at all...

Things like that.

Of course, nothing would change. He'd still make the same mistakes, and still gripe about them later on. The present would still be the present and the past would never change.

But, still. It wouldn't hurt either, to think about his past actions and wonder about what would have happened if he'd chosen that choice.

Like now, he supposed. Quitting the Witch Hunter community hadn't been an easy decision; it was only Halloween's little talk with him that closed the deal.

Maybe if he'd accepted Merlin's offer of mana-controlling lessons, he wouldn't be struggling to protect those important to him as he was now. He couldn't imagine being ten times stronger, but he could grasp the vague picture of it. He wouldn't have (as much) trouble defeating his enemies, and the people he cared about wouldn't be hurt (too badly).

Halloween would have reunited with her mother and regained her past friend. Probably, be stronger as well, since Lancelot (the thought of him made Tasha frown and glare) had once claimed he and the redhead had been equally matched in swordplay.

And most importantly (or was it?) he could've had the power to take his little sister back from North (and Varete, he would be able to take her on too).

Then, perhaps, his mother wouldn't be so sad and lonely. His last visit to her hadn't ended well, and although it had been more than a month since then, her spiteful words were still ringing in his mind as clear as day.

All these pros on choosing a different decision were weighing down on his heart. Tasha sighed tiredly, rubbing his stinging eyes with the palms of his hands. It was nighttime and he needed to sleep, but he just couldn't. The heavy warmth pressed snugly at his side made him all too aware of his situation.

He looked down at his Supporter, who was nestled so closely to him that he could hear her heartbeats. There was another bed, but the girl had insisted on sleeping with him.

But it wasn't so bad and it wasn't as if they were in some kind of sexual escapade. They were in too much of a dangerous time to do something like that anyway.

Halloween's slow tempo gradually made his eyes close. He sighed again, relaxing back against the rented mattress and sinking into the stuffed pillow. Carefully, he wrapped one arm around the red-haired swordsman so she wouldn't wake up.

For her, certainly, the trouble and sacrifice was worth it.


A/N: stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid

Tasha, you are very stupid.

I like Tarras and Lee better than you.

I don't even know what love feels like, and I'm older than you!

Screw you, Tasha. Go to your mother and apologize for being such a worthlessly lovesick son.

Bah.