Hello hello. It seems that I have finally reached the point where I feel like writing something about Ashe and Basch. Damnit. I usually just write silly fanfiction if any, so who knows what this is, and if I'll do anything more with it. I'm flirting with the idea of simply doing one shots, because I generally suck at continuing to a conclusion (if at all). Hm.

Well. Anyway.

Title indicates how I have no inspiration or interest in titles.

And. I don't typically write this sort of thing. I think.

Enjoy. c:

Follow

He had been following behind her all day. No, it wasn't following; following was usually more casual, less like being attached by some invisible chord. Or perhaps it was more like a leash? She then began to wonder who was the pet and who was the owner. A frown which had been threatening to form for some time finally found it's way through her thoughts and into her face. And a right fine frown it was.

She decided that having him stalk behind her was annoying. It was annoying because she had not asked him to follow her. She had intended to go off on her own, somewhere, anywhere—well, as far and strange as her trappings would allow.

But this was no longer an option. She could not do as she pleased with him following her. It would ruin everything. He would learn her tricky little secrets and hiding places, and it would ruin everything.

And thus, she had been leading him around in circles for the better part of an hour. It was an unusual display of patience on her part, but soon this circling had to end. It was driving her mad.

She stopped abruptly, bringing her hands to her hips. The man behind her halted his stride, silent as ever…silently wondering what the girl intended to do. She turned around to face him quite suddenly, a truly sour look on her face.

"Go away."

He remained silent for a few moments, almost tempted to smile his amusement. Then, apologetically, "Your Highness…"

"No. You heard me did you not!? Begone!"

The smile was beginning to twitch at his lips; there was something about her authoritative rage which he sometimes found unbearably amusing. Then, calmly, "Please, Majesty, I must respect you father's orders…"

"Oh?! And you mustn't respect mine?!"

He flinched inwardly. She was getting a little…screechy. He had to find some way to placate her anger, and with haste he thought of something. A little awkwardly he suggested, "Erm…but Majesty, I had hoped you might want to visit the stables?"

The girl frowned, for she had expected more protests, not this. She rather liked this. Of course, she could not let that on, "…Perhaps." She said rather haughtily. She still wished to be left to her own devices, after all.

He smiled inwardly, noting her valiant effort to continue being cross, "Then let us be off, Majesty." He then made his way forward, to lead the way, keeping a bit of a brisk pace. The girl did her best to keep up beside him, refusing to fall behind…for a little while, anyway.

It was not long before he realized he had accepted his 'success' a little too carelessly. When he no longer heard the smart tapping of her shoes, nor saw her blonde head bobbing along beside him he knew he had been duped. Coming to a halt in the corridor he whipped around to look for the girl, but to no avail. She had slipped off without his notice and…

"Gods damn it, Ashe."