Disclaimer: I do not own Galaxy Angel. This series was created and published by Broccoli. The original character designs are by Kanan. All respect and copywriter ship goes to Kanan and Broccoli.
Author comments beforehand: Happy Belated Birthday, Theru-chan! c:
A MintxRisvera fanfiction
It's hard to say what you do when you don't have a title. Everyone, somewhere, has a name, a significant detail, an influence, or any sort of thing that they give to comfort themselves. Emotions have no title, just names. Love, the most misunderstood emotion, is called many names, but it doesn't show anything. But, how does it connect people?
Mint Blancmanche believed in that as well. Names, she often told herself, was just a thing to cover up something, it is not a title. Nothing, she also often told herself, has a definite title, but what she discovered was the most misunderstood name, title, emotion, whatever it was. She found love.
But perhaps it was the wrong person?
"Ouch!" she squeaked allowed, as another attack from her enemy hit her Emblem Frame. She looked at the ship, just floating there, waiting for her next move. Her cheeks reddened with anger.
"Risvera, you must stop this at once. Just attacking me head on will do you no good."
She was right after all. Plainly attacking with no emotion gets you nowhere, but that's how wars are fought.
"Shut up…," growled a male's voice over the communication. He sounded more like a girl than anything, but that rough tone and that scratch that sounded like a cross between a cow and a cat told her that this confusing being was a guy. "You don't understand me at all!"
"You don't let me understand," she said bluntly. "All you do is call me a selfish pig when you don't know about me at all."
"I know…" he said, his face appearing on the screen, "I know enough to hate you, Blancmanche!"
Mint sighed. She looked down and she grew sad, immediately and suddenly. Somehow, she wished he hadn't said that. She wished that he liked her, but didn't want to fight her, like Camus, except he was twisted enough to love fighting Milfeulle and watch her cry and care.
"…are you sure?"
"YES!"
Mint sighed and then whispered her attack, her special move attacking Risvera at all sides. She heard him scream in pain and all she could do was look away, looking away at the face she only wanted to see a grin painted on.
THE END