Ovate the Fools
A/N: -Cough- well, I've neglected stories for a while, haven't I? Well, I'm running through Disgaea on fanfiction, I'm sorry to say, but I must admit the amount of stories is… pitiful. ): I hope to help the number improve, at least to two-hundred, guys, please help write!!
Summary: The Seraph is always confusing, but careless? Who could accidentally sign a contract for a forced marriage to Flonne, then never remember the face of the client? There's definitely something fishy, here, but just like demons, angels are to obey contracts as well. Flonne can't help but to abide by the man's rules for the time being, while Laharl, flared by intense jealousy, works as hard as he possibly can to find a glitch in the contract, in order to contradict it.
Disclaimer: Disgaea's a fun game. Not really any blood, however. Therefore, it's obviously not my game
Three squares forward, two to the left, menu, special, "OVERLORD'S WRATH!" The young demon yelled furiously, opening the menu once more and harshly pressing 'X' over the 'execute' choice. A mini-version of him on the screen jumped up into the air and began collecting energy before throwing it harshly at the enemy, who perished within' that one blow. All the mini-characters on the screen jumped up in happiness as the large, fancy font words of 'STAGE CLEAR' covered the screen before the 'bonus menu' did.
Feeling rather proud of himself, he pressed 'O' to exit the menu and returned to the base. Without another hesitation's moment, however, he went back to the dimension guide, arrogantly yelling, "Let's do that again!"
However, hesitation's moment got the best of him once more as a girl's voice called down the hallway, "Prince!"
"KING!" boomed the child back, red eyes glaring at the door where Etna was currently being blown away by his harsh tone of voice.
"Well, whatever. There's someone outside the castle in weird suit. He talks with weird words, sounds funny, and is calling out to Flonne with a rose in his mouth, something about 'love'" The blue-haired boy exaggerated getting hit by nothing, "peace" he did it again, but in the opposite direction, his face looking as if it were to puke until he was geysered to Celestia, "and beauty." By then, the boy was twitching insanely on the floor, seemingly dying a death through the wicked use of words. Talk about words being weapons.
"What is that FREAK doing ANYWHERE NEAR my castle!" The red-haired girl shrugged before sighing downstairs, "Get rid of him." The king of the netherworlds demanded as she walked off. This however, made her pause, smirk, and spin around.
"Oh but get this punch." Demonic red eyes lowered playfully, moreover, mischievously before she continued, "He claims to be Flonne's Fiancé."
The blue-haired boy turned around and stomped back to his game, and Etna puffed in disappointment, noting the fact that he was doing nothing about it. However, it wasn't because he didn't care. As he picked up his controller and made his mini-self step over to talk to Flonne, it all began to register to his mind… what a 'Fiancé' was.
And before Etna knew it, he was back in her face, growling out, "HE'S WHAT?!"
Prelude: Marriage and Love
"Dearest Flonne, I've searched many years for you, for your love, for your everything, let us elope in the gentle mountains of Celestia, or if you'd like, the harsh, but romantically dark forests of this netherworld, or even Mount Fuji of earth! As long as it's with you, I couldn't mind!" Laharl, walking in with large earplugs on his ears, ordered the prinnies to lower the gate, and he stepped out, face angrier than that of a tail-pulled tiger.
"Leave." He said simply.
"Not without my love, I will not." Sadly, to Laharl, this was all just mouth blab, due to the ear plugs.
"Are you saying anything… weird?"
"No?" The man said shaking his head.
Laharl gently pulled off his earplugs and glared, "What?"
"Where's my wife-to-be?" The purple-haired man growled, standing up and glaring elegantly down at the overlord.
Laharl didn't falter, no in fact, he pushed more, "Who said you had the permission to marry my vassal, you fool?"
"This." The man glowered down at the boy with disapproving blue eyes, his long purple hair flowing in the air like a joker's hat before he magically popped up a contract from behind his head.
Entitled to Tezeres, under the circumstances of…
Laharl didn't even bother to read much afterwards, only to finish with:
In the exchange of the Seraph's life, Flonne is to marry Tezeres.
Signed: Seraph Lamington
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" Laharl exploded, throwing a Prinny somewhere randomly outside of the castle. Etna whistled as she watched it blow up in the distance, "I demand an explanation, Etna get Flonne!"
"She went for a walk, sir, and I haven't a clue to where."
"WHAT THE FUCK, THEN GET A STUPID PRINNY TO TRACK HER, I WANT HER HERE NOW!"
Etna smiled evilly at the nearest Prinny, who yelled out a 'yes sir!' and scurried off and out of the castle, "Hurry! The 'king' looks rather impatient!"
The Prinny's scurrying suddenly accelerated like a car on the highway, leaving a trail of dust behind him. Proud of her work, Etna yawned and looked at the tall, purple haired man. "So, you're name is Tezeres?"
"The one and only demon of the Dark Fairy population in the east." He replied back, striking a pose. Etna wished she didn't ask, and she expected to look down at Laharl to see him gagging. However, he seemed more taken by his thoughts of something. Jealousy.
"I like tea parties!" Flonne commented as a ghost happily served her tea.
The ghosts giggled and took sips of their tea, "Oh my, I've heard Angelica is going out with Damian!"
"Talk about Angel with Demon! Look at their names, may I say!" Said the second. Soon they were all in the gossip, while Flonne, not particularly understanding any of it, just sipped her tea peacefully.
"What about you, dear? I heard you were rather close to the king!" One giggled. The entire party began to whisper and gossip about how cute they looked together and what-not.
Flonne blushed deeply, and looked down at her rippling tea bashfully, "Not really, but… I kind of like him."
"Ohh!" the entire team said in unison before bombarding her with questions.
"Uh… um!" Flonne tried, not really getting her words out, nor getting anything the ghosts were asking.
"Flonne, is that you dood?" Came a sudden voice from behind her. She turned, and the ghosts backed off, disappearing into the forest.
"Oh, hello, Prinny, what do you need?"
The Prinny, fighting to catch his breath, mumbled out, "The King desires your presence."
"Oh?" She said, standing. As soon as she stood, the table and seat she was sitting upon disintegrated just as the ghosts had, the Prinny began shivering in fear.
"Come on, dood!" He said, running off without her. Flonne blinked innocently before following him with a girly dash.
"I'm coming!"
Commercial –
The boy walked through the forest, suddenly getting attacked by the super soakers!
"Oh no! I need a weapon to fight back with!" A blonde girl in a black dress flew down from the sky and handed him a water gun, smiling sweetly at him.
"Use this! It's a super Zenon water gun! It's better than any super soaker you see!"
"Alright!" Cheered the boy, pumping it up and blasting even the trees out of sight.
Floating by, the blonde in dress smiled at the screen, "Buy a super Zenon water gun! It'll blow all your opponents away!"
The Prinny, followed by Flonne skipped into the scene, and within' seconds, the purple haired man had lifted her and carefully carried her to the circle of conversation, "Such a lady should not waste her breath with running." He commented, softly letting her down as if she were the top card of a card castle. Flonne blinked before asking:
"Who's this guy with funny hair?" The man fell over band began crying to himself.
"Do you not remember your fiancé, Flonne, dear!?" Cried the man on the ground as he rubbed the newfound bump on his head. Laharl gagged and turned to Flonne.
"Your seraph signed a contract for you to marry this ditz?" He asked, rather rudely.
Flonne shook her head however, denying it. I don't ever remember seeing this man, nor hearing of this contract.
The purple haired man stood up and took the contract out once more, showing Flonne the contract. Unlike, Laharl, however, she took the time to read it all the way through.
Her heart began to beat a bit fast under the pressure. She never wanted this, and with everyway the contract stated the man, Tezeres' ownership of her, her stomach seemed to sink deeper into the depths of her small body. When she finished, she looked guiltily at Laharl, muttering out, "I don't remember this, and I'm sure the seraph wouldn't ever do something so mean!"
"Is that really the Seraph's signature?!" Laharl growled, glaring at the contract.
"Why of course, a gentleman like me would never do something as low as to fake a signature!" The man made a noble pose, but the sweat drop on the side of his head made it falter.
"Mmmm, I don't know." Etna said, smirking, "You look rather fishy."
"Well, whatever. There's no way to know unless we ask. Flonne, we're going to Celestia again." The blonde nodded, not hesitating, looking sadly at the blue-haired boy. She wanted desperately to have more time, at least to gain a chance to tell him her feelings, but with the way things were, it seems all
chances were blown. She wanted to get to the bottom of this and reject it as much as Laharl did, and the confidence in her eyes supported it completely.
"Let's go then." Laharl demanded, walking towards the ship they had stolen from the earthlings. Etna and Flonne followed, but as the purple haired man tried entering, the red scarf blocked his path, "Who said you could come?"
The man went into a panic before smirking it off, and glaring, "Who has the contract?" Laharl glared feverishly before letting his scarf down an angrily walking to the pilot's seat. He wanted the man gone more than anything. His vassals are his property, but with Flonne, the circumstances are a bit harsher. Though he'd never say the word, nor admit to it, he sees that 'love' thing with her. In fact, he still doesn't even realize his own feelings, but all he knew was that he was feeling absolute hatred to the man who was trying to steal her away, and if Flonne wasn't there watching, he was close enough to chopping his head off and leaving his corpse somewhere on earth.
This of course, is why Tezeres stayed clear away from the blue haired overlord, feeling a distinctive 'death' feeling whenever he was twenty feet radius. Instead, he was talking with Flonne, or at least trying to.
"I can't wait until we get married!" He cried out.
"I don't really know you." She said softly, trying to reject him in the kindest way possible. However, her heart was upon a deep rage in which if she had the will, she would have thrown the man outside the ship to fend for himself.
Neither Flonne nor Laharl wanted this at all. And Etna, though carefree about the situation.
"Get me ice-cream you fools!"
"Yes master Etna!"
Wanted nothing more than for the two to be happy. She's the one who first realized…
"I hate cherry, go get me coconut!"
"Yes master Etna!"
Laharl and Flonne's deep love for each other, and also knew that the man just didn't fit at all in the main picture…
"This is old, get me a new one!"
"…yes master Etna…"
"I don't hear the charisma I want to hear."
"YES MASTER ETNA!"
Or… maybe she really just didn't care at all.
The Seraph was baking a cake for a baby shower when the netherworld residents hopped out of the door. Flonne smiled at the lilies, and got off task like usual as Laharl and Tezeres approached the Seraph. Etna decided not to go. She was too busy scolding Prinnies about the types of ice-cream that are acceptable.
"Welcome." Smiled the Seraph, icing the cake carefully.
"Excuse me, what is this?!" Laharl growled, jacking the contract from Tezeres and shoving it in his icing covered face. The light-blue haired man, like Flonne, took the time to read through the contract before letting out an 'oh my.'
"I don't ever remember signing this." The seraph said dejectedly, continuing to ice his cake. Tezeres began sweating horribly next to Laharl, before gulping and yelling 'hey.' The seraph looked up, and Tezeres caught his eyes, and after a moment of staring, the seraph said, rather awkwardly, "Now I remember, I signed it a few hundred years ago. Tezeres is a sweet man."
Laharl stared awkwardly, and just as he thought, the Seraph didn't directly sign the document. He was hypnotized. But by the way Tezeres was, he knew there was no way to convince the public the truth, and the signature, though forced, is authentic. This means not even the Dark Assembly can take down the pact. Laharl lowered his eyes and began to stomp off, leaving the purple haired man there, "I'm not just going to let her go." He whispered, but just loud enough for the man to hear.
The man didn't move, however, just stared with his wicked blue eyes while the hypnosis on the Seraph wore off. "Oh my, what happened?" Asked Lamington, confused. He shook it off and continued his cake, humming a random tune as he did. "He still has the contract, yes?"
"GAK!"
The blue-haired boy was already on his way into the door, passing Flonne, who was still playing with the lilies. Her fallen-angel red eyes stared confused at Laharl's darker shaded ones, capturing the sadness of failure within them. He tossed the contract at her, turning away, trying to fight back the tears.
"Laharl?" She asked, getting up, holding the contract.
"I'm sorry, I hope you have a good marriage life. You're freed as my vassal." He ran into the door, hoping to not hear another word from her mouth, it hurt too much.
And yet he asks to himself, why he cared, why it hurt to let an annoying angel go, why he could never agree with this.
And that was the final thread to weave, and he realized
He loved Flonne.
A/N: Is that too cheesy? Is that too out of order? Too short? Too poorly written? Tell me all in a review, okay? They make me feel better after a hard day!
Laharl x Flonne forever!