First off, I'm so NOT sorry about the level of ship involved in this. Everyone ships ElsAi, okay. EVERYONE. With that being said, ElsAi is so canon that I can't not write cheesy romance stuffs. Yeah. Go me. :3
Second, I'm Haneul-chan, a newbie to this site~ ^w^ I like to ship and write and this is my first fanfic *ever .0.* Welcome to my world! Be happy I haven't drowned you all in sexual innuendos and puns yet, 'cause that's totally gonna happen one of these times.
Okay, onto the story we wanna read~ *not my boring introductions* Hope you enjoy it!
This is my spin on a hand-drawn Elsword comic I read ages ago. If any of you know the artist (I can't find them), the credit and inspiration goes to them.
Job Classes:
Aisha: Elemental Master
Elsword: Rune Slayer
Rena: Grand Archer
Raven: Blade Master
Eve: Code Empress
Chung: Iron Paladin
Ara: Sakra Devanam
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Elsword franchise, all rights and characters/worlds belong to KOG.
Saving the Hero
Prologue
Elsword looked up, wincing as he tried to shake off the pain. He made an effort to stand, only to fall to his knees again; cursing El, he could only watch as the love of his life faced her opponent in his place. Maybe he shouldn't have run off to save her on his own, maybe he should've trusted his friends more, maybe he shouldn't have been so mean in the first place, but it didn't matter now. Now, he couldn't even stand, much less fight, and with every ounce of strength gone, he could only watch the battle unfold.
Her amethyst eyes drifted back, locking on his defeated crimson ones. With a small, reassuring smile, she raised her staff, shook her bangs out of her eyes, and spoke.
"You can't always be the hero, you know. Don't be an arrogant idiot who thinks he's the only one who can save people. Because this time, I'll do it. I'll save you." It was a promise, a desperate but determined promise, and it took everything the boy had to believe it. To believe in her.
"It's okay," she continued, "I can do it, I'll definitely win. I have you behind me, after all." With that, she turned, her gaze sharpening into a glare, and a deadly lavender aura enveloped her. The boy watched as she took a deep breath and teleported to her doom.
He was such a fucking idiot, she had no idea.
Chapter One: Fight or Flight
Today was supposed to be a good day. It was Elsword's birthday and everyone was having the best of times preparing for the party that night. Oberon and Ophelia were fighting over which decorations to put up, with Eve throwing kicks at the two because it was just not perfect; Chung was showing Ara how to blow up balloons with helium, and having a bit more fun with the helium than was necessary; Rena was trying (and failing) at baking a cake and Raven was fidgeting in the corner of the kitchen-who knew Rena would get so defensive when he tried to help her bake?
Elsword woke up to the commotion in their quaint Velder townhouse wondering what had gotten into the gang, being so noisy so early in the morning. A soft knock at his bedroom door gave him the motivation to get up and get dressed. He pulled on his famous crop top and slacks before opening the door to his favorite purple-haired Mage.
Damn, she looks cute. It was a hot, summer day and Aisha held her coat in her hands; her sleeveless turtleneck exposed her shoulders and her bangs were pinned back with the gold ribbon hairpin Elsword had given her a while ago.
With a secret smile, the red-haired boy teased, "What's up, Shorty?"
"Oi, shaddup!" his remark was met with a spell book to the head and the Mage scowled, "I'm not short," she defended, "just fun-sized."
He laughed, making her scowl deeper. This early morning banter was normal for the two, enjoyable even.
"No, really, why'd you come all the way up to my room? We all know how much you hate the stairs."
"I swear to Holy El, I will go return your birthday present, you idiot," Aisha glared.
"My birthday present?"
"Don't tell me you forgot?" asked the girl, incredulous. "I knew you were an idiot, but you can't honestly be that dumb."
Elsword paused before the realization hit: She was right, today he turned 17.
"You forgot."
"Hey, cut me some slack! We've barely had enough time to relax after saving Hamel, unless you think I'm so selfish that I would think about my birthday before the reconstruction of the town?"
"Would it be insulting to you if I said I did?"
"Don't make me kiss you."
The girl flushed, fidgeting in the doorway, "You know what? Screw you!" and she turned to storm away.
In a flurry of red, Elsword caught her arm and pulled her back, "So, what'd ya get me?" His crimson eyes were ablaze with the smile that played on his lips.
"Maybe I don't want to give it to you now," she sulked, purple pigtails flying as she turned her head.
"Aww, come on, Aisha," Elsword pleaded, "please?" He gave her his best puppy dog face, and waited for her response.
Peeking up at him with one eye, the Mage sighed, "Would you stop with that face? It's making me want to punch you."
"Somehow, I don't believe you."
"Oh, you better," she warned, before shuffling in her coat pockets with her free hand. "Here," and she handed him a small box, no bigger than one of her spell books.
"If this is a book, I will dump you right here and now."
"Lady El, I'm not that mean," she rolled her eyes. "Just open it."
He let go of her arm to open the box, pulling the purple ribbon off slowly, savoring the moment.
"Since when were you the patient one?" she frowned, noting his deliberate movements.
"Since when were you an impatient grape head? Oh wait, that's always," the red-haired boy countered with a smirk.
Before she could do much more than glare, he opened to box to reveal a picture. A picture of her, set in an engraved wooden frame that read "More than family". A genuine smile crept onto the boy's face, and he looked down to thank the girl.
"I know it's not much and you probably don't like it, but I thought it was a good idea," she said, averting her gaze. "Actually, Rena was the one who suggested it, but I did the engraving myself. It's okay if you think it's a waste, I mean, the picture isn't even that good and-"
He cut her off with a tight hug, holding her close enough to let her feel the smile on his lips. "Thanks, Aisha. It means a lot."
Blushing, the purple-haired girl smiled, "It means a lot to me too…" Aisha added softly, "Just in case your sister never comes back, you'll always have me. You'll always have us."
The atmosphere dimmed with the boy's frown at the mention of his sister. She was out there somewhere and he knew it, he knew she'd come back. Because she wouldn't just leave him alone in the world, right? He'd vowed he would become strong enough to protect the ones he loved and in return, she'd promised him she'd see him when that time came, when the time came that he caught up to her.
The one thing that annoyed him more than his girlfriend beating him at something was someone mentioning his sister.
"Always back to her, huh.." he muttered with a bitter sigh.
"Ah, Els, I-" Aisha stumbled to fix her mistake. This was his birthday, she was supposed to be making him happy, not reminding him of the past. "Ahh, I suppose I should go make sure Rena doesn't burn the house down…" her excuse hung in the empty air, cut to pieces by Elsword's steely look.
"If there's anything I don't want to deal with today, it's your jealousy of my sister. So, if that's all you care about, then don't bother caring about me. Happy 17th birthday, Elsword, you can leave me alone, Aisha," and he pushed passed her, shoving the picture into his pocket.
Frozen in his doorway, Aisha was left in a suffocating silence, as her boyfriend's angry words sunk in. Slumping to the ground, she buried her head in her hands, trying to fight off the tears that were threatened to spill over. I'm terrible, I shouldn't have brought that up today. I should've just shut my mouth. I've no freaking right to call myself his girlfriend.
She tried to apologize, she really did. But every time Aisha would approach him, Elsword would spare the girl one glance before blowing her off and ignoring her. When she went up to him and Chung as they headed into town for more cake ingredients (Rena had ruined the cake for the third time), he simply turned away and started a conversation with his blonde friend. When she offered him her handkerchief after Oberon and Ophelia had a fight over who got to make the punch-which ultimately ended in a big mess-he shrugged her off without a word.
The tension in the air grew to such a level that everyone in the house became uneasy, wary of the couple's fight. Rena constantly shot worried glances between Elsword and Aisha, not knowing what to do or who to talk to first. Chung quietly polished his canon in a corner, Ara nervously fidgeted with her hairpin, and Eve became more violent to her servants, handing out punishments left and right.
Finally, unable to bear the silence any longer, Aisha gathered her courage and walked up to the red-haired boy. Hesitantly, she started, "Hey, Els…"
"Do you need something?" he interjected, crimson orbs devoid of emotion.
"Um, well, I just wanted to apologize. I was really selfish to say that, so-"
"So you need me to repeat myself?"
"Huh?" confusion laced the girl's amethyst eyes.
"I told you to leave me alone, you jealous witch. We're done."
Eyes widened in surprise and hurt, Aisha could only stare as Elsword stormed off to his room. Blinking back tears, she too, ran to her room. Slamming her door, the purple-haired girl curled up on her bed and buried her face in a pink pillow. Ignoring Rena's persistent knocking, Aisha's tears soon grew angry. Ripping the golden hairpin out, she threw it to the floor and grabbed her coat. It might have been sultry out, but Elsword's words made her shiver.
"Aisha? Will you please open the door? Come on, let's talk this out," the elf pleaded.
Instead, Aisha turned and strode to her open window. Grabbing her staff, she leapt out and blindly ran as tears streamed down her face. Her magic running amiss, the sunny day turned cloudy, and a storm that epitomized her churning feelings grew with every step she took. By the time Rena peaked into her room, Aisha was halfway out of Velder and it had begun to rain.
A mage ran, trying to escape her feelings and the town that housed her now-ex-boyfriend.
A chair was kicked, a curse hissed, and a red-haired boy sat on the edge of his bed, wondering why he'd exploded on the annoying girl that had stolen his heart long ago.
And a sinister smile crept onto the face of a watchful shadow."How convenient," they laughed. "Just you wait, Master..."
Maybe that was abrupt, but I kinda don't care :I
That's chapter one for ya~ How'd you like it? (Constructive reviews are welcomed *begs* hep I suck at everything but dialogue q~q) I promise there will be much more action in future chapters (as well as more words), I just had to set the stage.
*grins* Can you guess who the shadow is?