Fiery Red With Burning Passion
By DrigerVulcan46
Author's Notes: Hi, it's me with a random fic. Maritz(Marche/Ritz) fluff.
It was another snowy day in the town of Ivalice. People walked down the sidewalks in a casual manner as white fluff fluttered down slowly. The fluff fell down in clumps as Marche Radiuju and his best friend Ritz Malheur walked along the snow covered sidewalks.
"Why can't they ever stop teasing me about my hair? Marche, you know, pretty soon, I'm gonna ignore your comments about keeping it red. I always liked it white," the red-headed Ritz shouted.
"Ritz, it's not your fault they're jerks." Marche replied in a small tone. "And bsides, you know it wouldn't make a difference." "Then why do they enjoy tormenting me?" the headstrong, red-headed teen asked. "Because they enjoy teasing and using people's vulnerable points against them," Marche answered.
The two fell silent and walked around the corner. The snow was growing heavier but they still trudged on at the same pace.
I wonder if I should tell her about my feelings for her, thought Marche as his blond hair swayed in front of his eyes. Maybe the right moment would be when she asked me how I liked her hair.wait a minute, that's a good idea! Judging by my past experiences, she asks people about her hair everyday.
The two walked on. It was Templar Street, eight blocks away from both their homes. Finally, Ritz spoke up. "Marche..what do you think about my hair???" The blond was silent. "What do you think about my hair?" Ritz asked again, this time with her piercing green eyes fixed upon the savior of Ivalice.
Finally! Here's my chance! "Ritz. I think." Marche moved closer towards Ritz caressing her cheek softly as his face moved closer. Ritz's cheeks turned a bright red. What does he think he's doing? "I think." Marche's lips were inches away from her's. "I think.your hair is beautiful. Beautiful and so fiery red with passion." Marche whispered when his face was a centimeter away. With that said, he moved closer and their lips met.
People stood watching, but some moved along. Regardless of their reactions, the red-head and the blond-haired ones were still in their passionate kisses.
Ritz was surprised at his actions. But then, she found herself enjoying it as their lips parted and they met for another. She had never noticed how soft Marche's fingers were as he ran his fingers through her hair, or how blue his eyes were as she stared into them. As they parted for air again, Marche softly whispered to Ritz," I love you, Ritz Malheur. And your hair, which is so filled with the fiery passion I see in you." The two teen's lips met as the red headed girl responded with her kiss.
As the two were kissing, a person in a wheel chair and a brown haired watched from a window. "Well, it's about time, isn't it?" the wheelchaired one said. "I guess so," the brown responded with a smile.
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Well, that was my piece of fluff. How'd ya like it? I want your suggestions, so review, review, review!
By DrigerVulcan46
Author's Notes: Hi, it's me with a random fic. Maritz(Marche/Ritz) fluff.
It was another snowy day in the town of Ivalice. People walked down the sidewalks in a casual manner as white fluff fluttered down slowly. The fluff fell down in clumps as Marche Radiuju and his best friend Ritz Malheur walked along the snow covered sidewalks.
"Why can't they ever stop teasing me about my hair? Marche, you know, pretty soon, I'm gonna ignore your comments about keeping it red. I always liked it white," the red-headed Ritz shouted.
"Ritz, it's not your fault they're jerks." Marche replied in a small tone. "And bsides, you know it wouldn't make a difference." "Then why do they enjoy tormenting me?" the headstrong, red-headed teen asked. "Because they enjoy teasing and using people's vulnerable points against them," Marche answered.
The two fell silent and walked around the corner. The snow was growing heavier but they still trudged on at the same pace.
I wonder if I should tell her about my feelings for her, thought Marche as his blond hair swayed in front of his eyes. Maybe the right moment would be when she asked me how I liked her hair.wait a minute, that's a good idea! Judging by my past experiences, she asks people about her hair everyday.
The two walked on. It was Templar Street, eight blocks away from both their homes. Finally, Ritz spoke up. "Marche..what do you think about my hair???" The blond was silent. "What do you think about my hair?" Ritz asked again, this time with her piercing green eyes fixed upon the savior of Ivalice.
Finally! Here's my chance! "Ritz. I think." Marche moved closer towards Ritz caressing her cheek softly as his face moved closer. Ritz's cheeks turned a bright red. What does he think he's doing? "I think." Marche's lips were inches away from her's. "I think.your hair is beautiful. Beautiful and so fiery red with passion." Marche whispered when his face was a centimeter away. With that said, he moved closer and their lips met.
People stood watching, but some moved along. Regardless of their reactions, the red-head and the blond-haired ones were still in their passionate kisses.
Ritz was surprised at his actions. But then, she found herself enjoying it as their lips parted and they met for another. She had never noticed how soft Marche's fingers were as he ran his fingers through her hair, or how blue his eyes were as she stared into them. As they parted for air again, Marche softly whispered to Ritz," I love you, Ritz Malheur. And your hair, which is so filled with the fiery passion I see in you." The two teen's lips met as the red headed girl responded with her kiss.
As the two were kissing, a person in a wheel chair and a brown haired watched from a window. "Well, it's about time, isn't it?" the wheelchaired one said. "I guess so," the brown responded with a smile.
F I N
Well, that was my piece of fluff. How'd ya like it? I want your suggestions, so review, review, review!