WARNING: RATED T FOR… THINGIES (I don't want to spoil the entire story by giving it away in the warning)
A/N:...yeah… I don't have anything to do, no school and stuff, and I had this idea so yeah.
Don't expect romantic stuff, that's just…. Eww. LOL
It's Solfege x Frederic folks, enjoy :3
Eternal Sonata Random Pairing Project
#39: SolfegexFrederic
It was already late in the evening when Polka returned home. "Mom, I have a friend with me." She said cheerfully when she entered the house together with her newfound friend.
Once her mother had turned around she introduced her friend. "This is Frederic." She watched her mother's expression and saw it turn into surprise.
"Oh!" Was all Solfege could bring out when she saw the man that her daughter called a friend. She recognized him, this was the man who was going to change her daughter's life, for the better, or for the worst.
She wasn't worried at all that her daughter brought home a total stranger she met late in the evening in the flower field that was only accessible through their village. Instead she was just surprised, she hadn't expected him to show up any time soon, not at least for another 20 years.
"What's wrong? Mom?" Polka broke Solfege out of her thoughts, looking quite worried about the reason her mother was spacing out.
"What?" She asked, still a bit confused. "Oh, it's nothing." She ignored her daughter's worried expression and turned to the man named Frederic.
He bowed at her. "Please pardon the intrusion at such a late hour." A smile, and a tap on the hat, very gentleman like.
Solfege smiled and pondered for a while, she wasn't sure this was really the Frederic everything was about, maybe something would confirm he truly was who she thought he was. "Frederic, was it? You don't look like you're from around here, is that right?" Yeah, that question should be able to confirm things.
"Uh… yes." Frederic was unsure about what to answer, he couldn't say he was dreaming and hoping to wake up soon, right? "A journey…" He paused for a while to come up with something sensible. "I've been on a long journey searching for something."
Solfege processed his answer. "I see…" He certainly liked to bend the truth, but this was enough, he really was the Frederic she thought him to be. This was the beginning of her daughters ending.
She figured she should probably play along, even though she knew better. "Well, you must have traveled far to get here." For a moment Solfege didn't know how to continue. Her eyes darted across the room. Ah, the stew she had been stirring. "Are you hungry? I'm afraid it's only leftovers, but won't you stay for dinner?" That should be enough to keep him here.
"Dinner? Oh, I couldn't…" Again, Frederic started with the gentleman manners. Was he really going to deny a dinner? What use was it to be polite, was he planning on leaving once being introduced? At this time of the day, where would he go? Sleep in a cave and eat bat-poo?
Polka pouted, she didn't want her new friend to leave, after all, she never really had any friends, everyone was afraid of her magic. "My mom's stew is delicious! You should stay and try it!" She said desperately. From the corner of her eye she saw her mother throwing her a warning glance, but she ignored it and looked at Frederic with pleading eyes.
He looked down upon her and gave her a soft smile, she was an adorable little girl, and it was very obvious she wanted him here. "Well then, I accept your kind offer." He smiled at Solfege, who smiled back in return.
Now everyone was smiling, all for different reasons. Polka was happy her friend was going to stay a little longer, Frederic was pleased he had a place to stay for the night and a normal dinner, and Solfege was smiling for completely different reasons. Since the moment Frederic had stepped foot in her little house she had started planning, she was going to give this story a completely different turn.
As Polka showed Frederic her room, Solfege went back to the stew. She scooped three plates full and placed them on the table. One for her, one for Polka, and one for Frederic. She glanced to the opening of her daughter's room, they still seemed to be looking around in her room.
She grabbed one of the bottles from the highest shelf, the one Polka couldn't reach, and poured a part of it's contestants over Frederic's stew. Then she placed the bottle back and sat down on her regular chair.
A few moments later Polka dragged Frederic back to the kitchen, she plopped herself down on her usual chair and signaled to Frederic he should sit down too.
And so he did, once again he smiled at his two hostess'. Polka had already started eating her stew, she seemed to have quite the appetite. Frederic smiled at the sight and then turned his gaze to his own plate.
The food, if you could call the muck food, was staring back at him. The 'delicious' stew was a slimy mixture of brown, green and purple sludge. Here and there you'd see brown or black objects pointing out of the muck. All in all, the stuff looked horrible, but Frederic wasn't suddenly going to discard his gentlemanly manners and picked up the spoon.
He slowly took a small scoop of the mixture, and actually, it didn't taste that bad at all. It was slimy, like oysters, and the objects were soft and mushy, probably mushrooms or other things you'd find in the forest. The brown had a salty taste, rich of flavour, the green had a more sweeter taste, and the purple tasted like… nothing he ever tasted before.
He greedily emptied his plate, only now noticing how hungry he was. Even though this was a dream, it seemed he was able to get hungry just like in real life. It was a strange experience.
Not much later he swallowed the last bit and laid his spoon back on the table with a satisfied look on his face. Polka giggled. "I see you enjoyed it, I told you it was good." He smiled down at the girl and nodded. Somehow he was getting tired, very tired, so tired he was no longer able to speak properly.
Solfege noticed this and smiled to herself. "Oh my, it seems you are getting tired. Polka dear, why don't you take our guest to the guestroom while I clean things up here." She looked at her daughter who seemed to be disappointed. "Now Polka, our guest it tired, you can play again tomorrow." Solfege hoped Polka would do as she said soon because if not her plan would fail.
Polka pouted, but obeyed and helped Frederic to get up and escorted him to the guestroom. This all went very slowly because Frederic was already fast asleep, waking him up took already quite some time, it was as if he wasn't planning on waking up at all.
With a satisfied grin Solfege watched as her daughter struggled to help the older man get to bed. Once they were out of sight she got up and collected the plates. Upon seeing Frederic's plate she almost let out a chuckle, the man had literally eaten every last bit of the stew, it was like there never had been any stew on the plate in the first place.
She washed the plates in the sink, she washed Frederic's plate more thoroughly than the others, it would be no good if there were any traces of her special bland left on the plate, that could cause some trouble later.
After washing she sat back down on the table with one of her unfinished sewing works. She had planned to finish this one this evening, but it seemed that was not going to happen, there were more important things to do this night.
After a while Polka came back from the guest room, she looked quite tired. "Polka dear, you seem tired, why don't you turn in early today?" Solfege said, hoping her daughter would do so, so she could proceed with her plan sooner.
Polka nodded slowly. "I guess that's for the best. Good night mom." She walked over to Solfege to give her a goodnight hug. After doing so she turned and slowly walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
Even after Solfege started hearing Polka's soft snoring, she kept sewing until midnight. She softly laid down her sewing and sneaked over to the guestroom. There was Frederic, sleeping without a care in the world, probably dreaming he was back into his own world again.
Solfege couldn't help but to let out a chuckle, he had no idea. He would never see the people from his own world again, he'd be locked away in this one forever, without anybody to help him.
She dragged him out of bed, there was no need to be careful with him, the drugs made sure he would not wake up for another 12 hours, and by then, he probably wouldn't even be able to wake up anymore.
After she had him on the floor she took the sheets and rolled him into them, then she secured the sheets with a rope, making sure they wouldn't unroll when drifting down the stream. She picked up the bundle, which was quite the task, for she was just a weak flower picker, and carried him outside, careful not to wake her sleeping daughter.
Outside and away from the house, she dropped the bundle on the ground and rolled it forward, which was much easier than carrying it. Once she reached the stream she crouched down next to where Frederic's head was. Knowing he was able to hear her, despite the fact that he was fast asleep, she confessed why she was doing this.
"Frederic, I want you to know this is nothing personal, if it had been someone else taking my daughter away from me, I would have done the same. It's just… I didn't think you'd come so soon, I thought I still had time to prepare myself, and Polka, for this. So I figured I'd speed things up and end you myself, that way Polka doesn't have to be sacrificed, that way I will have her by my side forever."
She stood back up and pushed the bundle into the stream. As she watched it drift down the river she felt relief wash over her, now she was sure she would always be together with Polka, now she was sure she'd never lose her to death, nor to some random boy. After all, nobody wanted to get near her.
The next morning Solfege was woken by a sobbing girl next to her bed. "Polka? What's wrong dear?" She asked as the girl crawled under the sheets looking for the comfort of her mothers arms.
"H-he's g-g-gone…" She sniffled. "Why mommy? Did I do something wrong? I thought we were friends." Another sniffle.
Solfege smiled kindly as she hugged the girl and patted her head. "I'm sure he had a good reason to leave without telling us dear. After all, he did say he was on a long journey looking for something."
'I won't let anyone take you away from me Polka.' She thought while rocking her dear girl.
A/N: Once again I didn't check for any mistakes, I've got that job to do again, and it's late already so I wanna get it done. I would appreciate it if you'd notify me nicely if you found any major mistakes.
So uuhm… yeah… did you expect that? Since I already had her kill Tuba, the same way… I kinda tried to not let her intentions shine through in the beginning… did I do that correctly? XD
LOL Solfege has an unhealthy obsession with Polka, I'll leave it to you how you want to understand that. XD
Eehm… the list now goes up till 50 chapters… I think I'd like to keep it like that for a while, at least till chapter 35. Yeah, let's do it like that.
I'd appreciate it if you don't request any more random numbers till I've finished chapter 35. Any numbers which will be requested will be ignored.
(lol that sounds so harsh)
Next chapters
Chapter 26: Pairing number 055, Fugue x Falsetto,
Chapter 27: Pairing number 150, Salsa x Dolce,
Chapter 28: Pairing number 073, Crescendo x Salsa,
Chapter 29: Pairing number 001, Allegretto x Polka,
Chapter 30: Pairing number 027, Beat x Rondo,
Chapter 31: Pairing number 120, Waltz x Legato,
Chapter 32: Pairing number 002, Allegretto x Viola,
Chapter 33: Pairing number 072, Crescendo x Viola,
Chapter 34: Pairing number 068, Tuba x Serenade,
Chapter 35: Pairing number 036, Frederic x Claves,
Chapter 36: Pairing number 025, Beat x Falsetto,
Chapter 37: Pairing number 013, Jazz x Salsa,
Chapter 38: Pairing number 119, Waltz x Crescendo,
Chapter 39: Pairing number 030, Beat x Dolce,
Chapter 40: Pairing number 117, Waltz x Fugue,
Chapter 41: Pairing number 006, Allegretto x Claves,
Chapter 42: Pairing number 099, Jazz x Beat,
Chapter 43: Pairing number 097, Allegretto x Crescendo,
Chapter 44: Pairing number 151, March x Falsetto,
Chapter 45: Pairing number 018, Jazz x Serenade,
Chapter 46: Pairing number 102, Jazz x Fugue,
Chapter 47: Pairing number 100, Jazz x Frederic,
Chapter 48: Pairing number 115, Frederic x Crescendo,
Chapter 49: Pairing number 051, Fugue x Polka
Chapter 50: Pairing number 005, Allegretto x Falsetto
Numbers already requested: 42, 98, 101, 8, 29, 77, 50, 33, 169, 24, 171, 38, 69, 111, 123, 20, 10, 48, 78, 95, 89, 28, 58, 17, 39, 55, 150, 73, 1, 27, 120, 2, 72, 68, 36, 25, 13, 119, 30, 117, 6, 99, 97, 151, 18, 102, 100, 115, 51, 5
…review? :3