Originally posted: 2010-04-16
Content: Vivio/Einhart
Einhart deftly tilted her head to the left, narrowly avoiding the fist that slightly grazed her ear. She could feel the wind caused by the blow cooling her sweat soaked cheek before she counterattacked with a kick.
Vivio jumped away from her opponent, making the kick slice through empty air. She sprung forward and tried for another punch while Einhart was off balance, but the older girl crossed her arms in front of her face, absorbing the damage. Using an arm to swat away Vivio's fist, Einhart's other arm shot forward with a swift straight.
Vivio managed to tilt backwards out of her senior's reach; only drops of perspiration flung off the other girl's skin made contact with her.
After frequent sparring sessions, the two children seemed to always fall into the same patterns. They knew each other well enough now, were accustomed to the other's movements to be able to anticipate their blows and even pick out the tiniest indications of their moods from the stances they took.
Perhaps such familiarity was inevitable, but most thought it ran deeper than that. It was as if they had known each other their entire lives, rather than just the short year they had been friends. The pure feeling of nostalgia they felt as they traded blows, the invigorating feeling in their chests that only occurred when they faced off against each other, the way their movements flowed so gracefully together…
Yes, they didn't fight, they danced. Together they were dancing in the empty training hall, performing magnificent movements they could only pull off together, like two dedicated partners who spent years perfecting their craft in concert.
Maybe it was to be expected considering their origins, but at present such a thought did not even cross their minds. All they knew is that they were enjoying their time together because they were together. Their feelings were their own, had become their own, and nothing would change that.
Only because Vivio was with Einhart, and Einhart was with Vivio, were they able to experience this happiness.
Vivio struck out with a roundhouse kick which Einhart quickly ducked under. Even if they had become familiar with each other, Einhart was still the more experienced one and was eventually able to gain the upper hand each time. Using the opening, Einhart sprung up, pushing on Vivio's extended leg and sending the young girl to the mat.
However on the way down Vivio's hand reached out, taking Einhart by the collar of her shirt. Letting out a little yelp, Einhart was pulled down as well, landing with a muted thud.
When she opened her eyes, she found herself staring directly into Vivio's red and green ones.
"Einhart-san is so rough as always." Vivio huffed.
"I'm sorry." Einhart breathed softly, realising her face was hovering inches away from the other girl's. She moved to get off, but Vivio still had a firm grasp of her shirt.
"It's not over yet!" Vivio insisted much to Einhart's confusion. No matter how one looked at it, the outcome had been decided.
"I have you pinned down, Vivio-san. I do believe victory is mine." She said, moving her hands to Vivio's shoulders and preventing her from squirming.
"Don't be so sure, Einhart-san." Vivio grinned. "I just need to break free."
"And how do you propose to do tha…" Einhart was silenced when Vivio pulled the older girl down closer, causing their lips to meet. One purple and one blue eye widened in surprise as Vivio pushed her face up further. Einhart's mind began to swim and before she knew it she was on her back with the blond on top of her, grinning down triumphantly.
"I won." She said.
"… That wasn't fair." Einhart protested weakly, causing Vivio's grin to widen.
"I know you liked it, Einhart-san."
"… I cannot deny that…" The older girl whispered.
"Then I'll do it again." Vivio whispered back as she brought her face down, connecting their lips once more. This time Einhart returned the kiss, gingerly placing her hands on the blonde's hips in the process.
Ancestries, genetic memory, past lives, none of those things were relevant. Vivio Takamachi wanted to be with Einhart Stratos, Einhart Stratos wanted to be with Vivio Takamachi and that's all that matters.
Extra:
"There it is, Einhart-san!" Vivio pointed proudly to the grand display in the Saint Church. Shown there was the fabled Shroud of the Saint King which had been recovered from Scaglietti several years ago. "See that blood stain? That's where my base DNA came from."
Knowing full well before hand Vivio's unnatural entry into the world, that particular piece of information was really of no consequence. It wouldn't change the way Einhart felt about the younger girl.
However, looking at the piece of cloth before her stirred her ancestor's memories, the recollection of which made the girl cover her face with her hand to hide a blush.
"Hm? What's wrong, Einhart-san?" Vivio tilted her head.
"… I can't believe people are worshipping the bed sheet from that first night…" She muttered.
This short is dedicated to Satashi. She's been really good to me so I wanted to do something for her and this fic was the result. She, along with several others, are always there to support me, even when others call me a troll and want to get rid of me. I'm grateful to all of them for that.
So again: Satashi, this one's for you, a great writer and a great friend!
