Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerer Hunters, and if I did I sure as hell would never write this story, it's too insane a concept to actually be part of a good plot. Anyway, as a huge warning, this takes place after the end of the manga so there are some serious spoilers in here, proceed with caution. Also, it's a sequel to another one of my fics, "The Necromancer's Marque." So there are spoilers to that fic in here too. Yep, spoilers abound.
Eclair Chips
A Sorcerer Hunters Epilogue
Step One: The Student
by
C M Forde
"And one-two, one-two." Eclair kept the aerobics class going despite the constant interruptions by her brother, he kind of ruins the entire mood of getting in shape when he shows up and distracts all of her students with his massive bulk, but she couldn't exactly tell him to leave, not after everything he had done for her since the death of Lord Sacher. "Alright, and lift!" One-two, one-two, like her life, aerobics was just the same thing over and over again, lift your leg, do your hair, raise your arm, tan on the beach. It had started out pretty enjoyable, but after so long being stuck in the same routine she needed something different, something exciting. She had been thinking about becoming a Sorcerer Hunter like her brother, she was as good as he was, but now that the Sorcerers had lost all of their powers it was pointless. Even Marron couldn't do magic anymore. "And stretch! One-two, one-two!" Eclair was stuck in a rut.
"LOOK AT ME!!!" He was a little late today, the class was already halfway done. All of Eclair's students started shrieking as Gateau's muscles made their presence known by rippling and dancing in the sunlight. He was swarmed by a crowd of scantilly clad young women in their prime and he didn't seem to mind too much, though he was more of an exhibitionist than a man whore. Since the events with Charlotte and the Lords of Darkness Gateau had barely spoken to Marron, the mage had been a little too preoccupied with Rice. Six months since Carrot and Tira had been married, six months since Mama and The Haz Knights had sealed themselves away with Charlotte Stella, six months of redundancy that seemed like it might never end. What Eclair needed was some action, some adventure, anything to relieve the tedium of everyday life.
"Hey." Eclair snapped out of her thoughts and looked up at the woman who had spoken. She was blonde, pretty, short hair and icy blue eyes, in fact she looked kind of like Eclair herself. Eclair hadn't seen this woman before, but she was dressed like one of her students, though her outfit was black instead of the multicolored fashion that most of her students took to. The woman tossed a gesture over her shoulder at Gateau, "Who's that guy?"
Eclair frowned and shook her head, "That's my brother." She sighed as the huge man hefted one of her adoring students up onto his shoulder like a doll. "He does this every day." She arched an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips, "Why aren't you over there?"
The blonde shrugged, "He's not my type, just a little too much testosterone for my tastes." She smiled a little awkwardly, "It looks like this class is pretty much over, but I haven't even broken a sweat yet. Would you mind giving a private lesson or something? I didn't join this class to oogle your brother."
Eclair laughed, "Yeah sure, after Gateau leaves I'll take you over to my place, Gateau never shows up before about two in the morning so we'll have the whole evening to ourselves."
The blonde smiled and winked as she walked away, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
As the blonde walked off Eclair found herself very confused at to what had just transpired. She had wanted a change of pace, but not this kind of change. She shook her head quickly, "No way, I'm imagining things..." She looked up to see the blonde waving.
"I'll see you at your place in an hour!" She waved and stepped around the corner, leaving Eclair to drown in a sea of her own perverted reasoning. As she chewed nervously on her bottom lip a strong hand came down on her shoulder.
"Eclair, how's the class going?" Gateau squeezed her shoulder once and the girl smiled.
"A lot better than when I started, you're bringing me tons of new students."
"Well that's what being a Mocha's all about. Don't worry kid, you'll get it someday." He rustled her hair and walked off with a smile, followed by a flock of female fans. Well, since the class was over now and she had that private lesson coming up, whatever the blonde had taken private lesson to mean, it was about time to head home. She smiled as she walked, looking forward to this private lesson, even if it meant having to fight off a lesbian rapist, at least it wasn't the same boring thing she had been doing for the past six months.
When she got home she stripped down and got into the shower, quickly rinsing off the sweat she had accumulated while teaching class. After the shower she grabbed a towel and dried herself off before heading out to the main room and plopping down on the couch. The whole experience had left her a little exhausted, and she took just this moment to relax and try to figure out what exactly had happened today. After playing it over and over again in her mind she could only come up with one conclusion, "Looks like I've got a date..."
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Author's Note: Step one in Eclair's life after The Sorcerer Hunters. Many many people are expecting a thousand and a half times of fem slash, and I might just decide to make all your dreams become a reality. But maybe not. Either way, next time: The Private Lesson, The Announcement, and The Plot.