Hello everyone, this is my first RH fic on here and my first Much fic. I hope it's okay :)
Notes: Each chapter has a different response to the title- 'There is nothing in the world' it will usually be '...Because' something but it can differ. I welcome constructive criticism. This chapter is very much more about thoughts than actions- not a lot happens but it does get more action-packed later. This chapter's also pretty short, chapter 2 is longer.
Characters: Much, other people (you'll see)
Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood, (and if I did I'd make sure Kate never existed) and I don't own any of the characters
Warnings: Series 3 spoilers, Very anti-Kate, very Anti Robin/Kate, This chapter isn't violent but other chapters may be.
There is nothing in the world
Chapter one- …Because I am alone.
Much had always wanted Robin to be happy. Sometimes his personal concerns would weigh far less than those for Robin. For so many years, Much had followed him, forever loyal. Now as he looked upon Kate and Robin together, kissing and hugging happily in spite of Much seeing it all, Much realised they didn't really care about him. They couldn't- they'd obviously forgotten Much's feelings towards Kate- or Much's feelings completely. Much tried to look on the bright side...looking on the bright side was something that had to be done often when you're an outlaw, although as Much had seen, it can play tricks on you. Much thought, 'At least Robin is happy.'' but somehow he couldn't convince himself this was the right way to think about the situation. The negative thoughts would always come flooding back like an angry swarm, consuming every positive thought and taking over rapidly. Much wondered if his loyalty should have been returned, but he was so confused he couldn't settle on what he really did think, let alone what to do.
And with all these thoughts Much did not utter a word- he was walking through Sherwood alone, hoping the walk would clear his mind. He couldn't talk about his feelings wherever he went- they'd stay locked inside his mind raging to be heard aloud. They'd echo endlessly and never go away...a walk had always let Much think in silence, with just the soft forest sounds for company, but nothing could or would solve his problems- there was nothing he could do, no one he could talk to, no one at all in any case.
Robin had too much going on to care about Much now. He was always busy, always fighting and always assuming without assurance that Much was fine, but never checking. Much was sure he wasn't really Robin's priority now, but he didn't want to draw attention to himself and cause arguments like Kate would. Kate could get away with it, but Much wouldn't and he didn't want to go down that road. He had no options, and no was nothing in this world. Much was alone.
The wispy air brushed past Much, a warm air with the warm day, the sun shining, everyone at camp quite content, everyone but him. No one would notice the miserable face hidden surrounded by tons more cheery faces? No one would knew that, though he was sure he didn't know what to do, that through it all he'd stay with the others, even if things got worse.
He had nowhere else to go, and he knew he'd never leave Robin. He listened to the forest sounds some more, it's softness enhancing the tranquillity that seemed to grasp everyone else but him. In that instant, out of nowhere came a loud, distant scream, desperate and unnerving. It was a woman's voice. She was in trouble, so Much set off hastily, despite usually helping people with the rest of the gang. He knew the situation could and probably would be dangerous, but in a way the peril was welcomed. If Much died, at least there would be no more misery. For once, the bright side did help. The thought of dying seemed exciting in a way- and with no one and nothing in the world, who would care?