I know what you're all gonna think.(those of you who're still interested in this silly little fanfic)
After this goddamn long hiatus you give as this tiny, shitty chapter?
Aaaah I'm so sorry don't kill me. I know it's rushed, possibly ooc-ish and well..not as good as the previous ones, but sheesh! It gave me such a headache. I was busy with other stuff too so I couldn't get my butt down to write it sooner..Ugh and now that I read it it's also very filler..ish.
I tried to keep this one closer to the anime side and make it more humorous since the last one was kinda derpessing.
*Siiiight* Anyways, here's proof that I'm not dead and this fic is definately gonna be marked "complete" pretty soon.
So enough of my ranting and on to the story :D
Off to the rescue!
Etna was having a wonderful dream. It included kicking some prinny butt, lots of cherry pies and a hot, male demon holding her close and whispering sweet, sinful rhymes in her ear. To be knocked up from it was rude to say at the very least. But unfortunately it didn't go as simply as that.
Enta woke up with a yelp, as her long, fire red and untied for sleep, hair got pulled violently upwards. Her eyes shot open full of rage and she dashed to her left, ready to slaughter whoever dared to disturb her like this, only to find Laharl's motionless form standing beside her king-sized bed. In her surprise the demon-girl lost her balance and ended up hitting the floor with her face. The black pajamas with the bat patterns she wore, wimpled at her speed fall. She was quick to bounce back up again.
"Laharl?!" she shouted half irritated, half still surprised from his intrusion in her room."What in the Netherworld are you doing?" Her hand was rubbing her poor forehead that ached from the impact.
The young Overlord shoved a piece of paper right into her face with such force it made her flinch.
Etna hesitantly took the note and began reading it carefully. Why was Laharl so quiet? She wondered as her eyes followed the words on the paper. She unconsciously tagged her long hair behind one pointy ear at the same time. Her irises widened. She had to read the few lines a couple of times before they finally sank in. No way…
She raised her head and took a better look at the Prince. He was standing there still as a statue, eyes focused on her, waiting for her reaction. Now that she noticed, she could see his clothes were a bit ruffled, his hair somewhat messy, his demon energies too.
"Laharl this is.." she paused. "Have you been out all night?"
"You got a problem?" he spat with his usual rude attitude, one could say even rougher than usual.
"I didn't say that." she complained mildly. Seriously, such a fight was the last thing they should be doing right now. "What happened then prince? Did you find Flonne?"
Laharl pointed a finger to the paper.
"It says 2 blocks away from the blood fountain. I scanned the area. Nothing."
Etna stood up suddenly, griping the cursed paper tight..
"You know Flonne wouldn't just go along with this right? Don't tell me you believe-"
"She must be in trouble" Laharl stated calmly. Surprisingly his tone was really steady. As if they were discussing the weather.
Etna stopped midway her sentence, her face stretched in a comical expression, trying to comprehend what she just heard.
"Eh?" she said like a goof.
Laharl turned around suddenly and Etna had to duck, to avoid getting hit by the crimson cape, which flapped loudly at the movement.
"Let's go." he ordered firmly and began walking away.
The demon girl changed into her usual outfit in a glimpse and hurried behind the young overload hopping in one foot, trying to straighten her boot and keep up with his quick pace at the same time.
"Prince wait! Where are we going? What do you mean?" She had managed to wear her shoes properly at this point and was now tying up her right pigtail, the left side of her hair still hanging freely.
"You read the note." Laharl responded. "It told Flonne to meet up with whoever sent it near the blood fountain yesterday and that today a road to Celestia would open. It even revealed us its location. Don't ask stupid questions vassal"
"I'm the Overlord too" Etna mechanically argued while fixing her second pigtail. She made a pause and then shook her head angrily making her two next steps quicker and reaching closer to Laharl.
"So what? You're telling me you believe Flonne-chan will just go and leave us like that without even telling goodbye?"
Much to Etnas surprise, Laharl let out a soft chuckle.
"See? That's why you're just a vassal and I'm the Overlord."
He stopped and turned around with a big grin on his face.
Etna was astonished she forgot to complain this time.
"That's not going to happen. It isn't even that bastard Lamington who sent the letter. Guy's a jerk but he operates under that moronic sense of justice of his."
He made a pause and raised his nose a bit higher.
"What do you take me for? Of course I figured it out! This whole situation reeks of demonic scheme. Someone's trying to trick Flonne and obviously get to me through her. That's why I told you she's in trouble. It's a trap but they're damn idiots if they think they can fool me with it!"
Etna just stared him a sudden feeling of heat rushing in her chest. Cheeks colored a bit and eyes lighting up with unexpected pride.
"Laharl.."
Then another thought occurred to her.
"Did you speak with Flonne by the way?"
Laharl turned so suddenly and glared at her so harshly, Etna felt her shoulders tense and she barely held herself from jumping.
"No!" The blue haired demon spat "And that's what pisses me off the most! Stupid love-freak can't just disappear before I get to give her a piece of my mind! That's a grave insult to the Overlord! How dare she?"
Laharl crossed his hands in front of his chest and his eyes narrowed even more.
"I'm certain that bastard Derek has something to do with all this!"
Etna's previous feelings of pride died as fast as they came and a sweat drop fell behind her head.
Well.. so much for maturity. And there she thought the prince had finally grown up. He sounded like a jealous five year old once again.
Yet despite all that, she caught herself smiling. Well maybe..this situation was exactly the push the stubborn young demon needed. Oh this was going to be fun.
"So off to rescue the princess then?" she asked with a teasing grin.
"Damn straight!" Laharl shouted out loud. "I've stolen that silly angel from Celestia and like hell I'm gonna let them take away what's mine! Ahahahahahahaha!"
His peculiar laughter echoed through the corridors as they reached the castle's main entrance and then they both rushed determined forward to the blood fountain.
4 minutes later Laharl's voice rose unusually high pitched from far away. "Wait! What did you just say?"
Funny fact is that Laharl is indeed just jealous and mentions Derek cause of that, but he's right this time.
Pure luck I assure you. XD
Anyways hope you enjoyed!
I'm definitely gonna upload the next part much quicker than this to make it up to ya. :D It's gonna be written better and it'll be longer too, I promise :P
p.s Oh an update on ff's style! Hmm aint that bad.
Might get some time getting used to it though...
