Fanfic: Legend of Sun Knight
Title: Close Your Eyes
RolandxXxCeo
Genre: Lime
Disclaimer: you know the drill...I don't own anyone even how much I wanted to [tough luck :]
Note: Roland and Ceo is 3. Enjoy!
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"Hell Knight! Stop this instant!"
Grisia bellowed loudly, finally able to caught up with one of his brother knights. Roland stiffened before he could even dare to make a sharp turn away from Grisia. But it was no use, no one can escape Grisia, well maybe except for Cloud.
The dark suspicious man who is blatantly wearing dark leotards at the Holy Temple, could hear the footsteps getting closer. Then with a grave voice, Grisia commanded for him to turn around.
Not wanting to defy Grisia's orders, Roland turned, but his movements is so slow he seems as immovable as a statue.
"Roland, I am not playing around. Hand it over now!"
The sign for Grisia's seriousness is blindingly obvious. Sun is angry, he has no choice but to give up and with that settled, he finally faced the head of the Twelve Holy Knights.
On his gloved hands was a ominous jar of blue concoctions. He handled it so carefully that he seems to be holding a bomb. Grisia inched closer to the expressionless knight, aware of the jar's contents and how expensive *cough ahem, precious it is. But there is determination on Roland's eyes as he said a clear resounding "No."
Roland normally obeys Grisia's orders, and those few incidents that he doesn't, Grisia was actually grateful in his heart that his friend didn't, but this time is definitely not one of those.
Plastered with his usual mask of benevolence that can rival a saint, Grisia smiled, put his hand on his heart and spoke with a voice that could calm even babies unto sleep, "Roland, brother," he dropped his sun-speech, knowing tat time is of the essence. "I have little understanding of the situation or the reasons behind them, but I beg you, put back Storm's hair dye, now!"
"No."
Seriously, really, annoyingly stubborn. Did Roland somehow broke? Can't be, do undead even care about their hair!?
Exasperated, Grisia can't help but remember his awkward friend's actions lately. Just last month Roland have been asking around about hair colors, hair dyeing techniques, and even devices that could change hair color just like the St. Brigandine. He also started studying hair care and maintenance, always leaning to the natural oils essences and raw materials. He even started creating his own formula!
An undead, expert on hair beautification. He shuddered inwardly.
Okay, okay, so a Sun Knight who could memorize every health and beauty products in existence (and even recite the prices from three different kingdoms) is also an anomaly of its own, but this is just not right. This is Roland, for God of Light's Sake!
There was even a phase in their childhood when Roland want to shave his head because 'it is in the way'. Obviously talking about his sword fighting. Everything about him is all about his swordsmanship.
Grisia sighed deeply. Is his grudge towards his brown hair and not-so-Sun-Knight features so deep that even in his deathly state Roland still wish to erase it?
Somehow Grisia was assaulted by melancholic nostalgia as he stares at Roland. And to think that Sun even made him wear the black-haired Supreme Dragon alter ego which is the opposite of the trademark look of all Sun Knights in every generation.
But that doesn't justify Roland's actions. This has gone too far, Sun cannot believe it at first, but the evidence is staring right at his face. Roland has been stealing Storm's hair dyes.
"If you continue this behavior, Storm might die!"
Shocked, Roland's eyes widen in horror that his grip to the innocent jar tightened, creating a crack at the glass from its side. Grisia panicked, almost having a heart attack.
Grisia tried to ease in slowly, beckoning as if trying to pet a dog that might bite his hand any moment now. "S-so be a good knight and p-put it down."
They both know that the Warm-Kind Faction is on the brink of poverty. Grisia with his essentials, Leaf with his seasonings, Blaze and his never-ending repair expenses for broken-down doors, Cloud with his books (the library is not enough for him), and Earth and his stupid handkerchiefs. And of course we have Storm's hair dyes.
The only one under his jurisdiction (and he is officially in the Cold Faction) who is not having financial problems with his retirement plan is Hell! Not to mention he is an undead so he has not spend a copper of it!
"S-Storm...will die?"
He nodded, "Yes,yes, Storm will, unless you give it back."
"Liar."
The word hit the mark. He has been lying for all his life, but this is the first time he heard it from Roland, and this time, he is not even remotely lying! But Roland's next words shut him further.
"This...this is killing him. Storm Knight is dying because of this, so I'll make him stop."
What?
Ah, I see, so that's why.
'That' is what eating Roland for months now.
"Roland, that is not for us to decide. Storm accepted his position just like any of our brothers. It is his burden, not yours."
"But you don't understand, Grisia. If he use this, he will be the first one to disappear."
And you would be the last? Grisia finished for him in his mind.
All of the Twelve Holy Knights have expected their deaths. And in almost all accounts, it was the Storm Knight who dies young. Every knight-candidates knows this, that is why only few went and apply even how great the benefits may be.
Sun is going to ask Roland why he is so stubborn in prolonging Storm's life span when someone shouted.
"As if I'll die from dyes!" A man came running through them at a speed that Hell Knight could not follow and a sharp kick came rushing through his left torso.
The jar was flung in the air and caught neatly by the attacker. "Roland, come. We need to talk." Storm said grabbing the dark monarch on his collar and dragging him from the corridor towards his room. His fair blue hair whipping in the air as Storm continued in his tirade calling out to Roland with mostly how this sword-head is already beyond hope.
Everything happened so fast, leaving a stunned Sun Knight to gape at the scene.
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Note: The titles for the chapters have meaning. The Lesson is about their training days, Memory is their childhood. And Side Story is for those oneshots when they are already knights.
