Hello again, graduation is over AND EVERYONE HAS LEFT! Do you know what that means? Free time. And what does free time mean? More writing. If you were so kind as to write a short review, it will not go unappreciated! :3
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One moment, he was going to slash the hostile's throat, and the next a high, feminine voice rang out.
"Boris!"
Immediately he had turned. Was there another enemy? How had she snuck up on him? He whirled, crouching low and getting ready to attack, when he saw her face.
Widened eyes stared into his own, though he could tell she was not challenging him. As the cat looked at her, he could only come to one conclusion: She was beautiful, and he definitely recognized her, though he couldn't quite manage to pair the girl with a name.
After breaking the eye contact, the first thing he had noticed about her was the sparse state of her clothing. She looked as though she was about to head out into the town, despite the fact that she wore nothing but a small purple nightgown, and so that gave him a great deal of insight as to what her body might look like. Her legs were long and slender, the shadow of her waist looked small, and her skin was clear and flawless. Her golden bronze hair fell to her waist, and she tried to take a subtle step back, though he observed her every move. Her bright aqua eyes were wary, and she was half concealed behind a corner, in front of a faint light.
It wasn't until he caught her scent - wonderful, she smelled of spice and chocolate and some other amazing thing that he couldn't name - that he realized...she was afraid.
"Oh," the bleeding man on the floor suddenly blurted, "Hey Alice, how's it going?"
That was when it clicked. Of course, only one thing could have caused the stench to mar that pretty smell.
The swordsman in the bloodstained cloak had frightened her.
He was going to cut the man down, show "Alice" - that definitely triggered a sense of deja vu - that she was safe. He would kill the smiling lunatic quickly and approach her slowly, carefully. His instincts demanded that he reassure her. It suddenly felt quite imperative that he carry out this strange yet appealing thought process, but as he raised his claws in preparation, she had dashed forward in front of him. He was momentarily puzzled, and then realized that...
She was fussing over the man covered in red. She was attempting to save him. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a momentary pain in his chest.
This girl, the one that appeared so magnificently familiar and safe...
She was an enemy too.
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When Alice had come across the situation she had wanted to run away. After watching the cat beat Ace into the ground, she felt the intense need to go help. She had come to love all of her friends in Wonderland, even the man who had wanted to shoot her in the face just a few months ago. She could not sit idly and let him die, so when Boris had raised his claws, well, she had to dash forward, act as a shield.
Boris would never hurt her.
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Though being wounded was not a condition the Knight appreciated, he discovered that there were perks to the situation. Sure, it was painful and he detested the sticky feeling of the blood...
However, he was fairly certain that Alice would never straddle his lap under any other circumstance.
Just as kitty-cat was about to land the final blow, she had darted forward and leaped on top of him, and though the impact had left his side throbbing, he bit back the hiss of pain. Her legs had spread out over his hips, her knees balancing on the floor. Her arms had laced around his neck and forced his face into her neck. Her chin rested on top of his hair, and she turned to look at his assailant, giving him the perfect opportunity to press his ear up against her chest. Still clutching his bleeding side, he wrapped his free arm snugly around her waist.
He wasn't interested in letting this chance slip.
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Alice looked up to her pet cat of just a few hours, and she pleaded with him.
"Boris, please don't kill him." He only tilted his head in confusion.
"Why not?" He asked, his voice sounding strained, "He tried to kill me first. In fact, you're defending him, perhaps I should kill you too."
That completely knocked the breath out of her. Wait. Boris...was going to kill her too? No way, this had to be some kind of trick. He had promised that he would not ever hurt her...
Looking up at him now, she saw that this was no trick. His amber pupils looked dead, entirely devoid of humor or any other emotion. His face rested in a serious frown, and his lip raised slightly in a soft snarl. His ears were flattened and his tail lashed violently.
No, this wasn't a joke.
He was really going to kill her.
As he raised his claws up, she squeezed her eyes shut and looked away, cowering into Ace's hair. She knew she was doomed, Ace would never save her. In fact, she wagered he would get a certain amount of satisfaction from her death. She couldn't run away, she was in too awkward a position, and even if she could, she doubted she'd make it more than a few feet.
She had no other choice than to accept the fact that she was going to die at the hand of her best friend.
Her body tensed, waiting for the impact, but instead of the striking pain of claws, she felt something else.
An arm wrapped around her back, and she could feel a hand make itself at home in an exceedingly unwelcome spot.
She was not interested in this. She would be damned if she was going to die whilst being groped.
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The cat stared down through his red haze in complete and utter confusion. The girl had been embracing the man and then...started pushing him away. He lowered his claws and tilted his head, studying the situation that seemed oddly familiar. He had seen the girl show this kind of disgust before, but where? He watched her, trying to piece together just what was going on here.
"Stop that!" She cried, trying to back away. Instead the bloody man only held her closer.
"Ah, ah, ah, Alice," He crooned, "You are the one who threw yourself at me, after all." His arm wrapped around her like a vise. Then something shiny placed itself on the other side of her waist, causing her to still.
Wait a second...
The object was placed very lightly against her skin, ensuring that the tiny bit of fearful shaking would not cause it to hurt her. However it was very clear that he would have no issue utilizing his position and stabbing her.
It was clear she was scared, the stench of fear was clogging he entirety of cat's nostrils but at the same time...he could detect something else as well. She was angry. Furious. The cat was fairly certain that if the girl got the opportunity, she would mercilessly kill him for the disrespect he showed her now.
The bloodstained man was holding a dagger to the girl's waist, and she looked up to the cat, a mixture of hope and despair battling in her eyes.
Help me get away from him, please!
He was contemplating his next course of action when the stranger started talking once more, leaning his face in close to "Alice's".
"Alice," He murmured in her ear, "Tell me, throughout all of Wonderland, who is it that you prefer?" She froze, and her scent took on an air of perplexity.
"What?" She breathed, trying to regain composure.
"I suppose my question was a bit vague," he laughed, as though they were conversing over tea rather blood and knives and claws. "What I mean is, out of all the men you've met so far, of all the people you have made attachments with, who is it that you fancy?" In spite of the threat of imminent death, the girl gave him a queer look.
Fair enough. He was bleeding to death and now he was threatening to fatally stab his only ally...over her love life?
Even for Wonderland that was fairly odd.
"Why would you want to know?" she asked, entirely puzzled.
"Because," he answered easily, "I've made up my mind about something." He pressed the knife closer, nearly slicing through the fabric of her nightgown, causing her to lurch into his shoulder as she shied away from the sharpened steel. "In the Foreigner's Game, it is all but necessary for him or her to choose a lover." He moved so that his nose was barely touching hers, as though he might kiss her any moment. "I know I didn't like you as much as everyone else when you first showed up but...I've decided that I want to be the first choice." Though the cat couldn't see, her scent started to turn in a different direction, more uncertain. She didn't know how to react.
"...Hypothetically speaking," she answered hesitantly, "What if you're not?" Then she let out a cry of pain as the knife was driven ever-so-slightly into her side.
"Then I'll have to kill you." He answered, his voice loosing it's cheerful edge. "I don't much like the notion of seeing you with someone else. It's me or nothing." He growled, keeping the dagger firmly implanted in the shallow cut on her side.
He was crazy. The cat knew it and the girl knew it, but she...she was no longer afraid. As she jerked and thrashed and cried out, her feet slipping in the ever-growing blood puddle, the look on her face was definitely not fearful. The way she glared at that man...so full of rage and hurt and anguish...
It made the cat remember something.
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Know what? I give up. This is going to be it's own story with it's own thing going on. I tried to do justice to Dark Ace, but I don't think it worked out very well. I just played on the whole yandere thing (because that's how those guys roll right? They're freaking crazy. They take out the competition and, if the object of their affections does not return their feelings, they'll kill them too right?) So...I tried. x.x Let me know how that worked out.
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