Breaking Pride
By: Personwhowritesandstuff
Chapter Three
A lone fallen angel studied her vast arsenal of DVDs. She wondered which to watch, maybe one that Laharl could appreciate. Flonne remembered the last time she got Laharl to watch Prince of The Prinnies, it didn't end well for the TV... or the whole east wing for that matter. Flonne finally settled on Prism Rangers: Corrupted Justice, her class seemed to love this series, and just as she picked up the DVD box the door to her room flew open.
Flonne looked up and attempted to give Laharl a stern look, "Laharl! What did I tell you about knocking?"
Laharl waved the comment away, "I'm the overlord, I don't have to knock if I don't want to."
Flonne sighed, seeing how hopeless he was. The young overlord glared at the angel, "Besides, you're late."
The blonde angel gave a quizzical look in response, "Late for what?"
"You usually come bounding into my room and drag me off on a walk. I hate it when people screw with my schedule."
Flonne stared at him in disbelief, she pointed out the window, "You do realize it's raining, right?"
"Of course I do! But I'm not going to let a little water ruin my schedule!" and with that, Laharl grabbed Flonne's hand and dragged her out the door.
The two silently walked through out the woods, it wasn't raining lightly but it wasn't heavy either. Flonne usually talked to Laharl during their walks but Flonne was more focused on dodging rain drops at the moment. Just when she gave up a certain overlord took action. His multipurpose scarf took to the air and acted as an umbrella for he two. For a brief second, Flonne could have sworn she saw something under the scarf.
Flonne set that thought aside for now, "Thank you Laharl."
The young lord jabbed his finger at her, "I'm only doing this so you won't drip all over my castle."
The fallen angel smiled, "Whatever you say." During her adventures and new life in Laharl's company, Flonne learned that most of what Laharl says is determined by his pride and that you need to learn to see past what he says. The two continued to walk when Flonne realized what was under Laharl's scarf.
Flonne stopped in her tracks and Laharl followed, "What happened Love Freak?" Flonne took this opportunity and reached under Laharl's scarf, "What are you-"
Flonne had found what she was looking for. She pulled out from the depths of the scarf a beautiful gold pendant with a blue jewel in the center. The two stood there looking at the pendant, it was all but silent other the sound of rain. Flonne finally whispered, "You're still wearing it?"
Laharl, who was thinking of excuses stood there, unable to respond.
Flonne decided to take a risk and try to make her way past his pride, she looked Laharl straight in the eyes, "Is it because it symbolizes what we've been through? Is it because it symbolizes how you've changed?" she hesitated but decided this needed to be said, "Is it because it symbolizes that feeling we both felt when I gave this to you?"
Laharl stared at her in disbelief. She had felt it too? That feeling, it felt like he was losing himself, it felt like his world was falling apart, it felt like Flonne was everything. Was it likewise for her? Could this be love? No! He wanted to lie to himself, that it was nothing... but he couldn't. After sometime he finally responded, "Yes."
This reply, it was honest, it was from the heart. Flonne took this as a sign that she had finally broken through Laharl's pride. His pride was what stood in between the two of them and for it to be gone made Flonne feel content. She had wanted to this for such a long time, Flonne slowly bent forward and planted her lips onto Laharl's. She closed her eyes, put her hands behind his head, and took her time enjoying each and every second. Since demons and angels don't need oxygen, this carried on for about half a minute when Flonne reluctantly broke away. Flonne's face was bright red but Laharl was a ghostly pale. Flonne gasped, what was the matter, how did she screw up this time?
Laharl was in shock. It was true that Flonne managed to peel away his pride but without his pride... who was he? His pride made him the overlord, king of all demons. A person to be feared, someone who had cast away love and weakness when he was young... but now, who was he?
Flonne, wanted more than anything for Laharl to snap out of the state he was in, "Laharl! Please answer me, are you Ok?" There were tears in her eyes, what had she done?
Laharl was jolted back to reality, he stared at Flonne for a couple of seconds and then broke away, "I have to go." he walked away, leaving Flonne alone in the rain.
Author's Comments: Chapter 3 of Breaking Pride, hope you liked it. Don't worry though, all will be resolved in the next and final chapter! The next chapter though, will take some time. I feel like I have been rushing my first fanfic so I want to take my time and fully develop the last chapter instead of the previous, rough chapters. Plus, I think I might of hit a wall. Don't worry, I'll scale it in no time! In the meantime, I'm going to work on my Valavatorez X Artina short story. LEAVE A REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or Disgaea.