Author's Notes:
Why hello everyone.
Quite a while since I've published a story here, and my AcexDeuce isn't working out so...
OTP TIME YEAAAH.
Bash KingxDeuce all you want, really, but I love this couple to death.
*Not afraid of all the AcexDeuce shippers here*
I know this is OOC. I know Deuce is 'innocent' to a fault. I know King will probably never behave like this.
But this is how I interpret them.
Enjoy.
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He knows she's watching.
It's not like he feels disturbed by her behavior; it actually calms him down, knowing that she is studying him.
Specifically, it helps him relax. His focus becomes sharp, his reflexes faster, and that stern expression on his face manages to soften a little when he is satisfied with the results of his training.
"Why do you always observe me like that?"
He had once asked, his voice soft and unwavering to the small flutist who never seemed to leave her sight on him; if it were possible.
No response was given.
Just a small smile, and that faint scent of daisies lingering in his mind as she walked past him, her brown hair lost in the crowd of students that were busy hustling to their next class in the hallways.
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"Supposedly you've got something else to do? It's becoming rather old, seeing you over here every day, sticking to me like glue."
Words like these were something one would not normally hear from a calm person like King; but everyone had their bad days.
The eldest of Class Zero, however, had only two during the period of time Deuce decided to study him.
"I suppose you're still mad over what happened just now. I'll leave you alone."
Her voice was soft. Gentle, even a little motherly to the ears of King. He felt his heart wrench, her words echoing in his mind as he scolded himself of saying that to Deuce.
"I'm sorry."
No longer to able to stop the guilt that took over his mind, King ran after the petite brunette and apologized for his behavior; the second time he got mad at her resulting in something similar to the first.
He could never stay angry at a girl like her, could he?
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It wasn't a while until Kurasame decided to pair them up for a new mission for the first time-seeing how close the two was in comparison to the relationships King had with the rest of the girls in the class.
Of course, he wasn't able to stop the teasing from his fellow classmates, as always.
Not that he minded.
"Gotten a new girlfriend, King?"
Jack had joked with him once, while on the way to practice. Although coming off as a rather sudden remark, King had grown far too used to these comments to be taken aback.
And with a rare smile on his face, he would reply:
"No, just a guardian angel."
It was true, King found out in one way or another during their period together as comrades. By far, she was the most satisfying comrade he had come across, her abilities maybe even better than some in Class Zero. And to top it all off, there was that time where they actually held a long conversation; he was happy for the chance to gain insight into her personality, seeing as he didn't interact with her often despite seeing her the most.
And for the first time, King realized that he was more interested in the petite flutist than he thought.
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"You're not that dense, are you?"
King remarked once, when he finished practice and came out to greet her as always.
Somehow, he got used to it. The smiles directed to him, the comfortable silence that frequently fell between the both of them, the emerald eyes that shone of gentleness…
It soon became a sight he often wondered how he had lived without.
"Perhaps. I doubt anyone would be innocent after being in Class Zero, going out on missions so frequently like that."
She had directly looked him in the eye, her gaze unwavering as a smile appeared faintly on her lips.
"What do you think?"
King remembered flinching; No one had used such a gentle tone on him before, and the expression on her face-
"I think, that it's a little amusing everyone treats you like an innocent kid who doesn't know a thing about how romantic relationships work. Do you?"
She giggled, he remembered, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. The sunlight bathing around her, a lazy and slow-paced atmosphere setting onto the both of them, and the way she looked into his eyes-
"I'm rather well-informed about the subject, to be honest. I'm just not the type of person to talk about it. Besides, my image as the innocent one in class has already stuck with me throughout all these years. I wouldn't bother changing everyone's opinion of me."
King expected this sort of reply from her back then, choosing to end the conversation with silence as he took a glance at her more than he would have liked.
He finally spoke up, regretting the words he said once they came out of his mouth. He did, however, notice how her face blushed, how the smile fitted so perfectly onto those lips of hers…
It was almost enchanting.
And finally, their hands touched, their fingers fitting perfectly with each others', another afternoon of them both, walking together.
With their hands intertwined this time, of course.
"You're just too beautiful… I suppose I didn't realize that I wasn't kidding when I told Jack that you were my guardian angel."
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That's a cheesy ending because it's currently five in the morning for me and my brain isn't working.
No I don't like making up excuses, so forget that.
Constructive criticism is ALWAYS welcome.
Review if you can.
This fic isn't written for anybody this time. It's for myself, to cheer me up because I'm going through a hard time through life now.
So save me the bashing.