Disclaimer:
I do not own the rights to Bakuretsu Hunters/Sorcerer Hunters. That pleasure belongs to Ray Omishi, Satoru
Akahori and other respective companies.
I'm just writing this to avoid my homework.
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All
the Pretty Ladies…
Carrot Glace sat beside
the window gazing at some unknown form in the field. He had been this way the whole morning, dreary and seemingly
oblivious to the presence of others.
Although he had managed to keep himself out of trouble for a while, his
actions didn't reassure his teammates of his emotional health. It was one thing for Carrot to chase
attractive (or any) girls during an assignment but it was something else for
him to not chase after them during a vacation!
"Carrot Glace!"
Cried an exhausted Tira, "Why don't you at least go outside and take a
walk or something? You look horrible,
you've been sitting, unmoving from that spot at the window for two days now!"
Carrot looked up at the shy,
pink haired girl glumly. Her slender
figure was lost in a voluminous red cloak and her large crimson eyes hidden
behind a rounded pair of glasses. As
much as he often enjoyed basking in her modest beauty, today was not one of
those times. Instead he leaned even
closer to the windowsill and sighed.
Hell, he didn't even know what was bothering him and why those pretty
girls walking around outside or inside for that matter, failed to excite him.
"Please
Carrot!" pleaded Tira, "At least tell me what's bothering you…"
Tira Misu had volunteered to watch over Carrot as
the others took a relaxing stroll in the marketplace.
It pained her to see him
like this, Carrot Glace, the lively Sorcerer Hunter and (much to her annoyance)
the self-proclaimed "Love Machine" of the Spooner Continent staring
broken-hearted out of a window. He
looked pathetic, and it hurt her more because secretly, deep inside, she had a
very, very soft spot for him.
"I'm sorry
Tira…" murmured Carrot under his breath, "but I don't even
know what's bothering me…" For a brief moment he paused and stared into
her eyes, those large childlike glowing crimson spheres. He felt uncomfortable telling himself they
were even seductive, in an innocent sort of way. Carrot hid a mischievous smile behind his hand and turned his
face away from Tira.
"At last! A change
of emotion! Carrot, what's so funny?" Tira mused. At least he was still able to
communicate. Tira shook her head and
sauntered over to a table in the center of the room, where she pulled out a
chair for herself. What a lazy
afternoon this had been…Except for that incident with that rude man in the
market… And now she had to baby-sit Carrot! .
Not that there was anything bad about that but, seeing his large curious
eyes filled with such abandonment… She didn't have the strength to think about
it. Tira felt her eyelids grow heavy
and she struggled to keep them open but to no avail, as she felt herself fall
into a warm, gentle slumber…
*
* * * *
Carrot made his way
outside quietly, with the intention of preserving Tira's afternoon nap. A warm ray of sunlight enveloped Carrot as
he bathed gloomily in the beautiful afternoon around him. The trees seemed much greener today, and the
songs the birds sang sounded much richer then they had during any other lazy
afternoon. Not surprisingly, Carrot
failed to notice but only for a much different reason.
How would he be able to
explain his sense of longing to the others?
He felt as though he was missing…something. It seemed like there was a large, hollow hole in the pit of his
stomach… Or was it his heart? No
matter!
"Maybe a walk around
the park will cure me! " Carrot thought out loud, "Or maybe…I'll find
something else to pass the time." Carrot shrugged and watched a group of
lively young ladies make their way towards the park. Perhaps the chase would cure him today…
*
* * * *
"So tell me sir,
what exactly do you want to know about Count Borsht?" A petite blonde
haired woman stared across at Marron Glace from behind an ornately carved oak
cabinet. She tried not to shy away from
his striking presence. Perhaps he
didn't realize it but his calm nature often drove women under rocks.
"I'm only willing to
conduct business with somebody if they have a genuinely clean credit
history." That was a lie, although
Marron's amber eyes succeeded in masking his performance.
"Well, I guess I can
only tell you that I haven't heard anything bad about Count borscht's business
records." She offered modestly.
The clerk was enamored as she gazed into the shining depths of the man's
golden eyes. His long elegant black
hair contrasted with robes of pure ivory, and the fine bones of his face
produced a mysterious effeminate façade.
"Ahem!"
Chocolate cleared her throat impatiently.
The foxy, auburn haired woman stood intolerantly beside a hulking blonde
man.
"Marron, I'm sorry
to interrupt your hearty conversation but we have a lot to do today,"
Chocolate announced loudly, "and besides we have to check on
darling!"
Marron ignored the
amplified earnest in her voice and returned his attention back to the
woman.
"My dear, I'd like
to thank you for your time but we must be going." Marron bowed politely and joined Chocolate
and Gateau in the doorway.
