Name: You could save them
Disclaimer: SK belongs to Shaman King.
Note: Began this one on the way home, so it's pointless and stupid %)
Quote: "Hold your head up high, gorgeous, because there are people who would kill to see you fall…" found on weheartit %) Applies to Jeanne %)
"Has anyone told you that you have pretty eyes?"
Said eyes narrowed as she stared at him almost blankly, before she spoke, calmly as ever:
"I guess no one disrespected me enough to before you."
Hao Asakura let out a chuckle, and Jeanne wondered how he could lead the dance with such gentleness while looking at her so coldly. He did not choose to dance with her – it was all the Paches' fault. Them and their money issues, in fact. In order to make the shamans appear more "friendly" to the spectators, they had installed a sort of festival several weeks before the finale, and, to make the Shamans come, they had chosen to eliminate those who wouldn't come. And, because an important part of the spectators just wanted to gossip around, they had paired up every shaman with the one who had the nearest furyoku rank. And guess who she was paired? Sometimes she found the Paches unnerving. Lost in her thoughts – and concentrated on not tripping, she almost missed his answer.
"Aaah, respect… An important notion to you."
That made her eyebrows rise. She glared at him, searching the jest she could swear he was thinking of, but was finally unable to find it and retorted sweetly:
- Is that a flaw?
- No. It merely shows how much you crave for attention."
The maiden did not flinch at the insult. On the contrary, a tiny smile floated on her lips, as if she didn't care – or as if he was totally right, but she would never admit such thing.
" If you want to continue, I am leaving. Despite being forced to stay here, I am not going to let you insult me.
- And what will you do exactly –if I continue to annoy you, I mean? During this stupid festival, no shaman can hurt another without getting eliminated. Surely you don't want that, do you?"
That made her pose a bit, forcing him to bring her back to reality with a step forward that almost made her bump into his chest. She resumed dancing, and, with a frown, she admitted:
" … You hold a valid point."
There, the fire shaman looked at her with an exaggerated look of shock which increased her frown.
"… How much did it cost you to admit that I can sometimes be right?
- Just as much as it costs me to listen to your insulting conversation."
Again, he laughed, that dark and humorless laugh of his, which turned her blood cold and made her want to run – ah, she could not think of that. He was hearing her, after all, she had to be cautious. Not that trying to be careful would change her situation. He smiled at her inner ramblings.
"You certainly prove yourself interesting.
- Good. You should pay attention to the one who will kill you.
- Who will?" Amusement shone in his eyes, and his smile turned into a sneer. "You are being arrogant."
She was not impressed and she showed it, her eyes calm and posed as she took a step forward, following the dance.
"Just realistic.
- Ah, I guess someone realistic to you is the one who knows she is going to fail, along her precious excuse for a family. People call it being delusional, you know?"
The soft music that was designed for them to dance on had completely vanished out of the Iron Maiden's mind. There was only Hao and her at the instant, him all smug and self-confident, her throwing daggers at him.
"I do not care about what people think of me. My aim is your destruction.
- T-tt," he corrected, his voice as low as hers, "your aim is your blondie's happiness."
She glared at him and she did not know if she did because he was being arrogant or if he was right. He was right way too often that day, she finally thought as the music ended.
"Will you let them die without stirring? You could save them, had you the courage," he taunted.
"I could," she admitted. "But they do not want to." And, without one more word, she walked off.
Hao's smirk widened. Their little encounter had been interesting. Very, very interesting…
Rain: … Didn't think I would make this story a multi-chaps… But it's the same dynamic, so well, had no real choice %)
Hao: Am somewhat IC… ^^
Jeanne: Why am I always the « losing control » one ?
Rain: Because Hao can't ! He's too strong and self-confident and cool!
Jeanne: … You're a Hao worshipper, aren't you ?
Rain : Don't tell me you didn't know %)
Jeanne : If you worship him, I can kill you… %)
Rain : No you can't – am the almighty author after all… *… sees Shamash* Wait ! I didn't mean that one ! *runs away*
