Leviathan's Daughter
GoldenEagle
Author's Note: We have some Allen in this chapter. Yes, yes, I did pick up some unknown fondness of him at some point, and so he's here. Maybe he's out of charecter a bit, but the changes are for the best, I must assure you. I'm tired of he being such a perfect moron! Anyways, nothing that much happens here. Toodles!
Chapter Thirty-Two
"How are you feeling?" Millerna asked as she finished cleaning Hitomi's wound, which was now stitched up.
The green eyed girl looked up with a weak smile. "Okay. It really doesn't hurt that much. Honestly." She added, glancing past the princess at the three people behind her. Van stood with his arms draped across his chest, a distracted look filling his eyes. Merle was fidgeting, not used to the heavy silence, and Allen was leaning against the far wall, looking at her with his full attention. She sighed. Of course Allen would look at her like that. It was the gentle man like thing to do. "How's the other girl?" Hitomi asked after a short session of silence. She noticed Van stiffen and look at her, as if the very mention of his past opponent put him at ill ease.
Millerna glanced at Allen helplessly, but the knight only raised an eyebrow. "Well, um, she's okay, I guess. A little shocked, a little withdrawn, but-"
As if on cue, the doors to the room burst open and in stumbled Allen's guard. The guard that was to be watching over the prisoner. He had black smudges of ash against his cheeks and some harsh burns covering his face. He was shaking and his eyes were wide in panic. "She's escaped! She's out!" Immediately, Allen had gone from fairly laid back to complete attention.
"What do you mean? You were supposed to be watching her!"
The man started shaking with fear. "Boss, you don't understand... She's not even human... She's a demon!"
"Where is she?" Van asked, his hands twitching involuntarily, itching for the handle of his sword.
"I don't know." The poor guard said. "She's probably gone by now. I'm sorry, Boss, but I tried." He looked up shamefully to his superior. The blonde man merely smiled encouragingly and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"She's still here." Everyone looked over at Hitomi, who had momentarily been forgotten. She glanced up with her emerald eyes. "She won't leave. She's here. She'll show, sooner or later."
After her words had ceased, Allen ordered his men to search for the prisoner on the Crusade. After all, she had to be there. Somewhere.
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Despite nearly an hour of searching over the entire ship, no sign of the girl was found. That is, besides the melted and twisted metal where she had escaped from. No one even wanted to think about how she had done that at the moment. "We're not going to find her." Allen said wearily when the small group had reformed after the exhausted search. "She's gone."
"But, I was-" Hitomi suddenly noticed the sleeplessness that was written on Allen's face. Though "Heavenly Knight" he may be, he was still mortal. He was still human. Hitomi spoke quietly. "You should get some rest. We should *all* get some rest." Merle let out some animal noise of joyful agreement to this suggestion before they all agreed, heading off to their different sleeping chambers.
Allen was surprised by how quickly he fell asleep. He had felt a certain weariness, sure, but not this sudden exhaustion. As soon as he reached his bed, he was asleep, not even bothering to remove his belt and scabbard.
He wasn't sure if it was the soft touch on his face, brushing away his perfect hair, or his own premonition that woke him up moments later. He bolted up, reaching for his sword as he saw the silhouette of the figure before him. He paused momentarily as he started to take in the feminine features...
A low, warm chuckle met his ears, and his eyes picked up the faintest red glint in the other person's eyes. "Allen Schezar. The Heavenly Knight. And yet, your reputation has exceeded you thus far. You couldn't even master a simple game of hide-and-seek. After waiting long for your men to find me, I grew tired of the game, and came here. I snuck up on you with perfect ease. If my intentions were darker, you would be dead right now."
Allen recognized the mockery in the girl's voice, not as a familiar sound, but a familiar attitude. He let out a sigh. "What is your name?" He asked as he resheathed his sword uncertainly.
"Persephone."
"Well, Lady Persephone, you have caused some unwanted havoc since making your appearance." Allen muttered as he sat up on his bed. She still stood in front of him, not moving since he had first awoken.
He could feel her smirk, though he could not see her face. "Sorry about that. Chaos seems to follow me from place to place."
Allen gathered his confidence and stood before crossing the room, brushing her by. She merely turned her head in the darkness as he added light to the room. When he turned, he momentarily let surprise and shock enter his eyes, but it was too imperfect of a look on his face and was repelled almost immediately.
Persephone stood in one of his long, white shirts, a scabbard on her thigh, though a third of its length was covered by the fabric. But what surprised him the most was that she wore no pants or skirt, only this shirt, which fell a few inches above her knees. She turned to take in his masked expression and gave a wiry smile.
He was astounded even more to find that she was quite beautiful, in a way no other woman he had ever met was. Her strange magnificence wouldn't have been too out of the ordinary without the scars. If her eyes were softer, if her skin didn't hold all those marks, if her hair was better taken care of... She would have been plainly gorgeous. But just that. Plainly. Yet, as her cold blue eyes, sharp like a splinter of glass, stared at him, he realized that what brought out her most astounding and odd beauty was the imperfections. The tension in her body, the scars on her face and arms and legs, the bitter, sardonic smirk... The beauty she had was raw, savage. A true warrior beauty, deadly and unmasked. Allen Schezar had never in all his days seen one thing, one creature, like her. And it left him frozen in awe before a girl that he knew could very well kill him.
"I apologize about my appearance." She said, that smirk still on her face. Allen just stared, still caught unawares by her captivating being. "My clothes were pretty shoddy after the fire, and I came here. I fit in the shirts, but I'm afraid the pants have a little too narrow of a waist on them."
"Shirts? So you've been trying on my entire wardrobe?" He asked, a small smirk on his face as he pulled himself together.
Persephone wrinkled her nose at him. "Wardrobe? You call that a wardrobe? You basically have the same outfit, only different variations."
"It is the proper thing for a knight to wear." Allen replied calmly.
The girl sneered. "The 'proper' thing. Oh, God, I've forgotten how much I despise society." She looked at the knight with a new, disgusted light in her eyes, as if his utter perfection was hideously revolting.
Allen ignored the look and moved forward, a long, black cloak in his hand. Persephone stepped back momentarily, eyeing him wearily. "Relax. I'm just trying to get you covered up." He said in such a voice that one might talk to a small child in. Persephone relaxed slightly, staring at him keenly as he draped the cloak over her shoulders and wrapped it around her. He looked up into her eyes, only about a foot away and smiled. "Would you like to accompany me so that I may introduce you to some of my comrades, Lady Persephone?"
He won an unexpected response as the woman before him tilted her head back and broke into a real, genuine laugh. Though Allen knew it was somehow at his expense, he was relieved by the light hearted tone behind it. Persephone looked at him and smiled a tooth grin, squeezing his cheek in fond amusement with her left hand. "I like you, Allen Schezar. You're a charmer. You're a charmer." Yet, as she stared at him, her gaze lost some of its warm shine. "But, I must warn you, Knight, that I am not a person who is charmed out of their wits. Or heart, playboy." She murmured, taking note of his reputation momentarily before walking past him, leaving him slightly stunned and scathed behind her.
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Persephone was uncomfortable by the stares she earned as she walked at Allen's side down the cold hallways. He had already sent a messenger to get the others in his little, personal group, and they were to meet the two wherever they were heading. Persephone glanced sideways at Allen, not even moving her head. She was surprised that, despite her decision to be heartless, she couldn't help but be fond of the knight. She enjoyed his good character, which was a strange thing in days like these. She had to admit that he was very handsome, and something involuntary in her wanted to draw closer to him. Plus, there was a certain familiarness about him, like she had met him before.
She knew very well that she hadn't, but some of his attributes seemed to mirror another's, though she couldn't quite catch who. Whoever it was, she wished she could spit in their face at that moment. Because it was this strange feeling of remembrance that made her want to befriend the knight, and she hated that. He was too damn perfect, which drove her up the wall. He caught her sideways gaze out of the corner of his eye and she sneered slightly, this simple movement annoying her. To make matters worst, he smiled and actually chuckled at her reaction. Laughed at her! Her eyes went wide in rage, but even the knight could see the mixed emotions held there.
Damn him, damn him, damn him! Damn his for his stupid grin, damn him for his stupid character, damn him! Persephone cursed herself and Allen mentally, her fondness of him only growing with each passing insult. She groaned inside. This was going to be a very long day...
Author's Note: Hmm... I bet ya'll are asking what's up between Allen and Perseph. I'm in the mood to write an Allen romance, but I don't really think I want Persephone to fall for him. After all, she's Folken's! But she is far from her love, and very pissed off at him at the moment... *chuckles evilly* We'll just have to see...
GoldenEagle
Author's Note: We have some Allen in this chapter. Yes, yes, I did pick up some unknown fondness of him at some point, and so he's here. Maybe he's out of charecter a bit, but the changes are for the best, I must assure you. I'm tired of he being such a perfect moron! Anyways, nothing that much happens here. Toodles!
Chapter Thirty-Two
"How are you feeling?" Millerna asked as she finished cleaning Hitomi's wound, which was now stitched up.
The green eyed girl looked up with a weak smile. "Okay. It really doesn't hurt that much. Honestly." She added, glancing past the princess at the three people behind her. Van stood with his arms draped across his chest, a distracted look filling his eyes. Merle was fidgeting, not used to the heavy silence, and Allen was leaning against the far wall, looking at her with his full attention. She sighed. Of course Allen would look at her like that. It was the gentle man like thing to do. "How's the other girl?" Hitomi asked after a short session of silence. She noticed Van stiffen and look at her, as if the very mention of his past opponent put him at ill ease.
Millerna glanced at Allen helplessly, but the knight only raised an eyebrow. "Well, um, she's okay, I guess. A little shocked, a little withdrawn, but-"
As if on cue, the doors to the room burst open and in stumbled Allen's guard. The guard that was to be watching over the prisoner. He had black smudges of ash against his cheeks and some harsh burns covering his face. He was shaking and his eyes were wide in panic. "She's escaped! She's out!" Immediately, Allen had gone from fairly laid back to complete attention.
"What do you mean? You were supposed to be watching her!"
The man started shaking with fear. "Boss, you don't understand... She's not even human... She's a demon!"
"Where is she?" Van asked, his hands twitching involuntarily, itching for the handle of his sword.
"I don't know." The poor guard said. "She's probably gone by now. I'm sorry, Boss, but I tried." He looked up shamefully to his superior. The blonde man merely smiled encouragingly and laid a hand on his shoulder.
"She's still here." Everyone looked over at Hitomi, who had momentarily been forgotten. She glanced up with her emerald eyes. "She won't leave. She's here. She'll show, sooner or later."
After her words had ceased, Allen ordered his men to search for the prisoner on the Crusade. After all, she had to be there. Somewhere.
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Despite nearly an hour of searching over the entire ship, no sign of the girl was found. That is, besides the melted and twisted metal where she had escaped from. No one even wanted to think about how she had done that at the moment. "We're not going to find her." Allen said wearily when the small group had reformed after the exhausted search. "She's gone."
"But, I was-" Hitomi suddenly noticed the sleeplessness that was written on Allen's face. Though "Heavenly Knight" he may be, he was still mortal. He was still human. Hitomi spoke quietly. "You should get some rest. We should *all* get some rest." Merle let out some animal noise of joyful agreement to this suggestion before they all agreed, heading off to their different sleeping chambers.
Allen was surprised by how quickly he fell asleep. He had felt a certain weariness, sure, but not this sudden exhaustion. As soon as he reached his bed, he was asleep, not even bothering to remove his belt and scabbard.
He wasn't sure if it was the soft touch on his face, brushing away his perfect hair, or his own premonition that woke him up moments later. He bolted up, reaching for his sword as he saw the silhouette of the figure before him. He paused momentarily as he started to take in the feminine features...
A low, warm chuckle met his ears, and his eyes picked up the faintest red glint in the other person's eyes. "Allen Schezar. The Heavenly Knight. And yet, your reputation has exceeded you thus far. You couldn't even master a simple game of hide-and-seek. After waiting long for your men to find me, I grew tired of the game, and came here. I snuck up on you with perfect ease. If my intentions were darker, you would be dead right now."
Allen recognized the mockery in the girl's voice, not as a familiar sound, but a familiar attitude. He let out a sigh. "What is your name?" He asked as he resheathed his sword uncertainly.
"Persephone."
"Well, Lady Persephone, you have caused some unwanted havoc since making your appearance." Allen muttered as he sat up on his bed. She still stood in front of him, not moving since he had first awoken.
He could feel her smirk, though he could not see her face. "Sorry about that. Chaos seems to follow me from place to place."
Allen gathered his confidence and stood before crossing the room, brushing her by. She merely turned her head in the darkness as he added light to the room. When he turned, he momentarily let surprise and shock enter his eyes, but it was too imperfect of a look on his face and was repelled almost immediately.
Persephone stood in one of his long, white shirts, a scabbard on her thigh, though a third of its length was covered by the fabric. But what surprised him the most was that she wore no pants or skirt, only this shirt, which fell a few inches above her knees. She turned to take in his masked expression and gave a wiry smile.
He was astounded even more to find that she was quite beautiful, in a way no other woman he had ever met was. Her strange magnificence wouldn't have been too out of the ordinary without the scars. If her eyes were softer, if her skin didn't hold all those marks, if her hair was better taken care of... She would have been plainly gorgeous. But just that. Plainly. Yet, as her cold blue eyes, sharp like a splinter of glass, stared at him, he realized that what brought out her most astounding and odd beauty was the imperfections. The tension in her body, the scars on her face and arms and legs, the bitter, sardonic smirk... The beauty she had was raw, savage. A true warrior beauty, deadly and unmasked. Allen Schezar had never in all his days seen one thing, one creature, like her. And it left him frozen in awe before a girl that he knew could very well kill him.
"I apologize about my appearance." She said, that smirk still on her face. Allen just stared, still caught unawares by her captivating being. "My clothes were pretty shoddy after the fire, and I came here. I fit in the shirts, but I'm afraid the pants have a little too narrow of a waist on them."
"Shirts? So you've been trying on my entire wardrobe?" He asked, a small smirk on his face as he pulled himself together.
Persephone wrinkled her nose at him. "Wardrobe? You call that a wardrobe? You basically have the same outfit, only different variations."
"It is the proper thing for a knight to wear." Allen replied calmly.
The girl sneered. "The 'proper' thing. Oh, God, I've forgotten how much I despise society." She looked at the knight with a new, disgusted light in her eyes, as if his utter perfection was hideously revolting.
Allen ignored the look and moved forward, a long, black cloak in his hand. Persephone stepped back momentarily, eyeing him wearily. "Relax. I'm just trying to get you covered up." He said in such a voice that one might talk to a small child in. Persephone relaxed slightly, staring at him keenly as he draped the cloak over her shoulders and wrapped it around her. He looked up into her eyes, only about a foot away and smiled. "Would you like to accompany me so that I may introduce you to some of my comrades, Lady Persephone?"
He won an unexpected response as the woman before him tilted her head back and broke into a real, genuine laugh. Though Allen knew it was somehow at his expense, he was relieved by the light hearted tone behind it. Persephone looked at him and smiled a tooth grin, squeezing his cheek in fond amusement with her left hand. "I like you, Allen Schezar. You're a charmer. You're a charmer." Yet, as she stared at him, her gaze lost some of its warm shine. "But, I must warn you, Knight, that I am not a person who is charmed out of their wits. Or heart, playboy." She murmured, taking note of his reputation momentarily before walking past him, leaving him slightly stunned and scathed behind her.
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Persephone was uncomfortable by the stares she earned as she walked at Allen's side down the cold hallways. He had already sent a messenger to get the others in his little, personal group, and they were to meet the two wherever they were heading. Persephone glanced sideways at Allen, not even moving her head. She was surprised that, despite her decision to be heartless, she couldn't help but be fond of the knight. She enjoyed his good character, which was a strange thing in days like these. She had to admit that he was very handsome, and something involuntary in her wanted to draw closer to him. Plus, there was a certain familiarness about him, like she had met him before.
She knew very well that she hadn't, but some of his attributes seemed to mirror another's, though she couldn't quite catch who. Whoever it was, she wished she could spit in their face at that moment. Because it was this strange feeling of remembrance that made her want to befriend the knight, and she hated that. He was too damn perfect, which drove her up the wall. He caught her sideways gaze out of the corner of his eye and she sneered slightly, this simple movement annoying her. To make matters worst, he smiled and actually chuckled at her reaction. Laughed at her! Her eyes went wide in rage, but even the knight could see the mixed emotions held there.
Damn him, damn him, damn him! Damn his for his stupid grin, damn him for his stupid character, damn him! Persephone cursed herself and Allen mentally, her fondness of him only growing with each passing insult. She groaned inside. This was going to be a very long day...
Author's Note: Hmm... I bet ya'll are asking what's up between Allen and Perseph. I'm in the mood to write an Allen romance, but I don't really think I want Persephone to fall for him. After all, she's Folken's! But she is far from her love, and very pissed off at him at the moment... *chuckles evilly* We'll just have to see...