Just One
Disclaimer: I get nothing but the pleasure of writing this, and the pleasure from hearing Tasha squee she sees this.
Author: BalckGold Ficcies (Black/Angie only)
Rating: T
Summary: Marchen Awakens Romance Sequel to I Do…what? More weird, humorous NanashiXAlviss.
Warnings: shonen-ai, Extreme OOC-ness, ecchi
Pairings: NanaAl
Random Commentary: Christmas present for my sister Tasha, whom I share this account with. We agreed to write each other a fanfic, but her current obsession is with Ouran High School Host Club, and mine is with MAR. I know nothing of her obsession, so I guess hers is just a random fan fiction ;; But anyways…
THE GASPERZ! I HAVE A TIMELINE NOW! The first story, 'I Do…What?' was supposed to have taken place before the fight with Rapunzel. This one is around episode 46-48ish. This story operates on that last line in it's prequel.
'Were Nanashi's lips really that soft?'
That one thought alone had nearly driven Alviss crazy over the past few days.
First that weird dream about marrying the blonde (he didn't even want to think about the honeymoon one) and now this. Alviss wondered if he was to be forever cursed, and not just with the Zombie Tattoo.
But, at the moment, he had to focus on his mission. To get that stupid thought out his mind.
If he went into Nanashi's room, kissed him--no, that couldn't be counted as kiss--just pressed their lips together for a few seconds, and proved that no, his lips weren't that soft, Alviss couldn't sleep peacefully for the next few nights.
So, here he was, standing outside Nanashi's bedroom door. So what was wrong now? All Alviss had to do was open the door, go inside and carry out his plan.
'But what if he's not asleep?' Suddenly this plan didn't seem so great. The thief might be awake, or he might have a girl in there, or maybe he wasn't even in his room at all. And…the only way to know was to go in and check.
Feeling faintly queasy, Alviss inhaled and opened the door as quietly as he could. Things looked okay…Nanashi was lying on his side and snoring loudly. Now all he had to do was sneak over there and carry out his plan…
-We'll pause for a moment while Alviss regains his nerve-
Fifteen minutes later, our little Al-chan found himself in Nanashi's room, at his bedside, and kneeling down nervously.
Why was he so nervous? It's not this was his first kiss. When he was about 4 a little girl had come up, given him cookies, told him she loved him and kissed him on the cheek. Then, 6 years ago, when some other little girl had found he was leaving to go train with Gaira, she'd begun crying, and kissed him good-bye. So this was his third, if he didn't count all the kisses he'd received in the last War Games from those grandmotherly-types.
And experience had proven that once Nanashi was out, he stayed out for as long as he wanted. So, why was he trembling, when he had no reason to be?
Alviss forced himself to stop trembling (Or at least not do it so much) and bent his head to kiss the person who'd been haunting his dreams for the past few nights…
But then his mission was thwarted by Nanashi's eyes opening just as their lips touched. Crap.
"Al…chan?" He hoped Nanashi didn't think he was trying to do something perverted.
Before his brain had a chance to react, Alviss' head moved down, and the memory of the wedding kiss in his dream came back.
The next morning, Alviss was pleased to find out that, yes, his lips were really that soft.
Fin.
Aiyee, I hope the site doesn't screw this one up, too. Merry Christmas, Tasha.