I just made a 50-slide-long slideshow on 'Paint' using screenshots from the anime... It's to the song by Panic! At The Disco - Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have With Her Clothes On. It's a PhantomXPeta pairing!
(BTW, I have tried extra-careful to make sure that my story is grammatically-correct. Thanks for the tip SakuraIroKaze. I hate bad grammar LOL)
For The Best
Warmth flooded Rolan. Soft blankets hugged him and he was laying on something softer than ground. I am in Heaven, Rolan thought dully, rolling in the silky sheets. I died and went to Heaven! He giggled. Smiling, he cuddled down deeper into the pleasant blankets. He felt a light touch of a hand on his cheek. He started and opened his eyes.
The room was fuzzy as Rolan woke up. It was plain and wallpapered with yellow. A large window made the room seem more open and warm, as if it wasn't winter at all. Alviss's face appeared concerned as he sat on the bed next to him. He wrung out a handtowel in a bucket of cold water and dabbed it on Rolan's forehead. He realised Rolan was awake.
"You're awake?" he sounded surprised. Rolan went to nod, but as he moved his head he felt dizzy. Alviss placed his hands on Rolan's head and smiled slightly. "Save your energy. You're tired."
"I'm dead," Rolan mumbled happily. Alviss chuckled.
"No, you are such an idiot. You fainted. I think you have hypothermia. You were such an idiot... I mean you went out in the cold with flimsy clothes. It's a wonder you didn't get frostbite!"
"Why?" Rolan closed his eyes, exhausted. Alviss stopped smiling. He had opened his heart for this weak man and had dragged him to his flat. He shuddered to think what would happen if his decsion turned out to be a mistake. He also was concerned about what his flatmate would say.
"Just sleep." He tried to sound caring, but that was nearly beyond him. Rolan, free from the cold and the fear that once hurt him, slept soundlessly, a ghost of a smile playing on his serene lips.
Nanashi, fresh from a day out on the town touring bars, staggered home with a nice blonde lady hanging off him. He was laughing drunkenly at a joke she had just made, whilst oogling her chest and thinking about what he was going he was going to do with her. He was Nanashi; ex-Leader of Luberia and Slayer of Peta.
"Oh Nanashi! You're so funny!" the girl giggled, batting her eyelashes. "You're a gentleman, really." Nanashi basked in the girl's compliments. His mind was preoccupied...
"Well now! This's m'house, he said suavely. He pulled the girl around and showed her some magnificent mansion with a large swan-themed fountain out the front of it, behind golden gates.
"Oh Nanashi! You're so suave and rich!" the girl squeaked. Nanashi grinned. Of course this house wasn't his. He spent most of his money on girls and booze. He lived next door in a two-bed roomed flat.
The girl, unknowing, flung herself into his arms. "Oh Nanashi!" she started to kiss his face extensively. They fell together into the hedges. Jackpot! he thought gleefully.
Later that day, Nanashi skipped into his flat, humming a tune. He expected his flatmate to be out at work. He came into the kitchen, thinking of a giant pickle sandwich and ran flat into Alviss who was sitting at the table with a cup of hot tea and a newspaper.
"Good afternoon, Nanashi," Alviss greeted in his usual curt manner. "Dinner's in the oven," he added. Nanashi thanked him and went to the oven. He noticed two dirty (but empty) dinner plates in the sink.
"Ya've been entertainin'?" he asked, surprised.
"No," he replied indifferently. Nanashi pulled out his warm dinner of meat and vegetables from the smoldering fire stove.
"Since when did ya eat two dinners?" Nanashi questioned, sprinkling salt over his food. Alviss ignored him. "Well, I'll be up m'room if ya want me. Thanks for dinner."
"You can't."
Nanashi stopped and looked at Alviss. He was reading the paper still. "And why not?" he snapped, getting slightly annoyed at Alviss's frankness.
"Rolan's using your bed," Alviss replied off-handed. Nanashi nearly dropped his plate in shock. "Wha-?"
He walked down the hall and opened his bedroom door. Sure enough, the frail figure curled up in his bed looked like Rolan.
He closed the door silently and tip-toed back down the hall. He sat next to Alviss. "Rolan? That girly-man that was a Knight?"
Alviss inclined his head, folding up his newspaper. "He was in the graveyard across the road," he explained.
"Unlike ya t'care," Nanashi eyed Alviss apprehensively.
"Well... Maybe I can help him."
"Al..." Nanashi sighed.
"You can sleep in my bed; I'll sleep on the couch. It's just until he can stand on his own feet," Alviss added as Nanashi gave him a cynical glance.
"Whatever, but I can't wait t'tell ya; 'I told ya so!'"
Alviss blinked in confusion. "You never told me anything."
"Of course I did, dun play coy with me," Nanashi said, playing as his old gaudy self. Alviss raised an eyebrow. It had been a long time since he lost it with his flatmate, but Nanashi was asking for it. "Ya're going soft in the head," Nanashi teased.
"There's only one soft-headed guy in this house," Alviss shot at the blonde. "I'm helping him out. Who knows? Maybe he can make something of himself..."
"And if he can't?"
"Look! I'm trying, aren't I?" Alviss snapped, anger throbbing in his chest. He was sick of Nanashi's happy-go-lucky attitude, besides, why did HE have to be Mr. Negative all the time? It was as if he was doomed to be forever cynical, cold and analysing, and he was beginning to hate it. For once in his life he had put his pride on the line to help Rolan, expecting his flatmate to be impressed. Instead Nanashi had criticised everything he was trying to do: be nice to an unfortunate person.
"Whoa, man, chill!" Nanashi said, moving back a bit. Last time Alviss had lost it with him, he couldn't sleep with a girl for weeks; his face was so bruised, they thought he was a panda.
"Don't tell me to 'chill'," Alviss said bitterly. "I'm trying to do something nice for Rolan. If you don't like it, you can get out and go back to working in that diner."
"Oh no! Not the diner!" Nanashi gasped, horrified at the thought. "The dress, the roller-skates, the greasy food... the old people!" he moaned, shivering at the memory of his old job. Alviss smirked, satisfied at Nanashi's reaction to his words.
"Then it's settled."
Nanashi sighed. "OK then, but I ain't happy about it!"
