DISCLAIMER: The characters DO NOT belong to me. MARISA KIRISAME AND ALICE MARGATROID BOTH BELONG TO ZUN.
Well, I'm back! :D
Time to continue the next three chapters! If you review more, I'd be glad to increase the number of drabbles to a 20!
Or, if I can have more than 60 reviews, then I'll continue another batch of MariAli drabbles. This time, all about night time da ze~! XD
BEWARE FOR YURI CLOSENESS. VERY VERY CLOSENESS. SLIGHTLY. D:
I MADE WAR.
All Alice needed was sleep.
A desire to drift into a long slumber. Even if the bright sunlight pours through the curtains, consuming the darkness, she would never be captured by that light. She stayed motionless in peace on the floor, cuddling the pillow in her hands as she rested her head in it. She was about to restart her dream again when a rough hand grabbed her wrist. It grabbed her hard, and was trying to force her from her sleep. Alice didn't take the chance to wake up, so she shook off that hand and curled into the blankets like a caterpillar.
She heard a sigh, and a soft growl. "Alice! Wake up, already!"
Alice didn't care. She just closed her eyes and resumed her wonderland in her slumber. Can't Marisa tell that I wanted to sleep? Alice said to herself in mentality.
"Alice! Alice!" That voice who belonged to Marisa's, kept calling Alice in an irritating way. Marisa grabbed Alice's arm and shook it vigorously, hoping that her friend would -finally- ditch her attempt to dream again. But she knew that this wouldn't work at all. Alice was much too engrossed into sleeping rather than to be awake in the morning. Marisa gritted her teeth in battle and grabbed a pillow. "That's it!"
When she said that, Alice soon turned over on her back and slowly - just slowly, opened her eyes. It was only a matter of seconds before she found a pillow on her face. It felt like a smack to the face, to be precise. But Alice still didn't budge. Another pillow on the face.
"Alice! Dammit, Alice!" Marisa shouted. Alice's hair began to fly all over her head, but she didn't even move a fraction of an inch.
Marisa then could only do one thing: holding a pillow in a hand, she pressed it on Alice's face, pushing it further, to pin her down on the floor. Alice then began to react. She, instinctively, snatched the pillow and shoved it out of the way.
The puppeteer yelled, "Marisa! What was that for?"
Marisa then looked proud in victory. She then smirked;a corner of her mouth twitching up as she grabbed another pillow. "You were still sleeping, ze~"
"Are you trying to kill me?" Alice breathed, trying to catch her breath as she shot the witch a glare. "Really, Marisa!- Ow, stop hitting me!"
Soon the witch began smacking the puppeteer with a pillow, as Alice tried to fight in order to prevent Marisa's sick morning call. She snatched the pillow Marisa was holding and kicked her off. Marisa was pinning her down before so Alice tried to remove her. Marisa then laughed, "Looks like my friend here calls for battle!"
Alice quickly took a bolster and charged towards Marisa, who then blocked it and tried to snatch it away from Alice's hands. The puppeteer then held the bolster horizontally as the two fought in the bedroom. Marisa grinned as she was able to grab hold of the bolster, and noticed that she was much more stronger than Alice. Alice curled her lips in a straight line, "I won't let you win, this time!"
"I'll test you if you're worthy to beat me, Alice~" Marisa grinned again. "Besides, how can you fight if your face's red?"
She was right: Alice's face was crimson with flush. Marisa maneuvered her hands to force Alice to the door. She leaned closer, their noses touching, causing Alice cheeks to burn. As they stared at each-other, Marisa smiled. Alice just whimpered. "Stop w-what you're d-doing now, Marisa."
"But isn't this fun, Alice?" Marisa complained, acting childishly despite the strength she used to press the bolster against Alice's chest. "Admit your defeat, and I'll let you go for breakfast."
Alice gritted her teeth and scowled. "Like hell I am!"
Marisa just rolled her eyes and her smile widened with slyness. Alice stared right into those eyes, the mischief that lurks in the iris. But...somehow she saw more than that. Under all that annoyance and stupidity, somewhere in that pupil...was a plead of acceptance. What is this?
The more she looked at it, the more Marisa's eyes became softer. What she was doing was stupid. Alice wanted to struggle out of he bolster which chained her to the door. Such innocence...In her eyes. Alice couldn't avert her own from Marisa's. If only she'd admit, then Marisa would let her go. But that would mean that Alice would be scarred in defeat; and she didn't like losing at all. She sighed. "Alright. I'll admit."
At this, Marisa loosened her grip on the bolster.
Now's my chance.
Before Marisa could remove the bolster from Alice's hands, Alice leaned forward and pecked a kiss, a small one, on her nose. In fact, she actually bit softly, causing Marisa to step backward in surprise. A hickey formed on her nose, and Marisa covered it to hide her embarrassment. Encouraged by Marisa's puzzlement and abashment, Alice had the chance to grab the bolster, and ran into her to force her to the wall. Marisa's head hit the wall, and the bolster was held up to her neck.
"Alice! I thought you resign?-" Marisa said in disbelief. Alice managed to smile a little. "You manipulated my mind?"
"I admitted, but that doesn't mean I admit defeat...Right? That's the only choice for a girl. Not for Alice, that is." Alice laughed, proud that she was the victorious one in the end. Marisa just scoffed. She didn't acknowledge her loss. But she had to.
Alice then walked to the door, leaving Marisa to set the bolster aside. Marisa yelled - almost, "What about your bedding? Aren't you going to make your bed?"
"I thought you messed up my bed. So it's your duty now." Alice said nonchalantly, and walked out without uttering another word. But she did put a finger on her lips as she pondered for a while.
Perhaps I should wake her the same way she did tomorrow.
The war of the pillow fight indeed continued the next day, and Marisa was just as prepared. But she still didn't want to resign because she lost again.
Now this is what I call garbage folks :D
