This is my first Saber Marionette fic, but I have done a couple of Evangelion fanfics on this site.
This fic is sort of an alternate fic set as if young Faust the tenth had stood up for himself and Tiger in the flower garden.
(See ep18 of SMJ. The first of Tigers flashbacks.)
I would like to tell people that I wrote this after midnight when I was tired and in a work induced bout of writing.
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It is a lovely spring morning. The song of the bluebirds filled the rose scented air. We see a large garden, immaculately kept with roses, snapdragons, Lilly's and a lot of other plants. In the centre is a large pond with large fish swimming joyously under the rippling water. We see a hill, adorned with daisies and dandelions. Two figures running down the hill, one is a boy of around thirteen and the other is a woman who looks to be around her mid twenties. The woman chases the boy down the hill.
"Come back Lord Faust! That's MY hat!" the woman playfully shouts after the boy, who is in fact the tenth clone of the original Gerhard von Faust.
"No way! If you want it... come and get It.," he laughs as he eluded the grasp of the woman and runs further down the hill.
(CRASH!)
"OWWWW!" Young Faust falls partially down the hill and cuts his arm on a rose bush. "Ahhhh! Help me Tiger!" he cries out while cradling his arm.
The woman known as Tiger kneels down beside him.
"What is it, Lord Faust?" she asks him, concerned for his well being. "Are you ok?"
"It hurts!" he whines.
"Oh c'mon now, it's only a little scrape..."
"But it hurts!" he insists. Tiger holds his arm gently in her hands. She kisses his arm lovingly where he hurt it.
"There." she smiles at him. "I've cast a magic spell on your large wound, and now it will heal."
A large blush crosses young Faust's face. He picks up Tigers hat and offers it back to her.
"Here, you can have your hat back." he holds it out to her and she smiles.
"You can keep it if you like."
"Really?"
"Yes Lord." she giggles slightly as she places it on his head and adjusts it into position.
"How does it look?"
"Very stunning." she says, as she looks him up and down. She gets up and offers her hand to help him up, when...
(THWAP!!) Tiger is knocked off her feet by a large fist and lands flat on her backside. She winces at the pain in her jaw.
"My Lord Faust!?" she whimpers as a large man who looks uncannily like the young Faust stands over her with a look of disgust on his face.
"You took him to see the flowers!? Who told you to coddle this boy?" he spat.
"My Lord... I..." she begins.
"SAVE IT!" he orders. "Kindness is for the weak. Stronger boy, become stronger!" he turns his back on them both. "Tiger. You're my best Saber Marionette and I'm disappointed in you, I thought you would be a strong influence on him... I was wrong." He starts to walk away. Tiger is sitting on the ground. Tears welling up in her eyes at her master's words. The young Faust, who just sat there staring in disbelief at what had just happened to his friend, takes a stand. He gets up and points at the older Faust.
"Don't hit Tiger!" he yells. The older Lord Faust slowly turns around.
"What did you say!" he growls at the boy. The young Faust shouts at him again.
"I said... DON'T HIT TIGER!"
"You DARE take that tone with me... TEN!?"
"Don't call me that! I am Gerhard von Faust the tenth!" he went red in the face as he spoke.
"You are weak... TEN!" The older Faust sneered.
"I am not weak! Tiger taught me to be kind AND strong. Tiger is the best friend I have EVER had."
Tiger felt herself redden slightly and a single tear fell from her eye, right cheek and to the grass below. She loved both Faust's, she loved the younger because of his personality and kindness and she loved the older Faust because he was her master.
"My Lords... please don't fight." she begs. The older of the two stares at her with contempt.
"Keep quiet you worthless marionette!" he commands her.
"Don't talk to her that way!" young Faust yells. He runs over to her, sits down next to her and wraps his arms around her neck. "Tiger taught me to be myself and not let anyone tell me otherwise."
"I don't have time for this IDIOTIC argument." older Faust turns away again and strides away. "You will be stronger after the operation."
"What operation?" young Faust shouts after him.
"Nothing that you need to be concerned about at this time." the old Faust walks away from the garden.
"Good. He is progressing as planned." he thinks to himself beneath his cold exterior.
Back in the garden, Tiger and young Faust sat on a bench near the pond.
"Lord?" Tiger asks between small sobs. "Why did you stand up for me?" tears start to roll down her cheeks. "After all... I'm only a m, m, marionette."
"Your not just A marionette. Your MY marionette and MY friend." he states in a stern voice.
"But I am also L, Lord Faust the ninth's m, marionette..." she starts, but is cut off.
"Your circuits tell you to obey Lord Faust, don't they?" he asks her.
"Y, yes Lord..."
"And I am Lord Faust. So I command you to disregard any orders from Faust the ninth."
She stares at him with sadness in her light brown eyes.
"I don't know if I, I can..." she cries. He hugs Tiger tightly and she hugs him back. "I Will t, try my Lord." They both sit there watching the fish in the lake swim about their business until the late hours of the night, then they travel back to the palace, where young Faust slept in the Saberdolls room under the watchful gaze of Tiger, his best friend.
CHAPTER 1 END.
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Well, that's the first chapter of My alternate-J fanfic, I plan to have more depending on its impact. Please R+R.
This fic is sort of an alternate fic set as if young Faust the tenth had stood up for himself and Tiger in the flower garden.
(See ep18 of SMJ. The first of Tigers flashbacks.)
I would like to tell people that I wrote this after midnight when I was tired and in a work induced bout of writing.
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It is a lovely spring morning. The song of the bluebirds filled the rose scented air. We see a large garden, immaculately kept with roses, snapdragons, Lilly's and a lot of other plants. In the centre is a large pond with large fish swimming joyously under the rippling water. We see a hill, adorned with daisies and dandelions. Two figures running down the hill, one is a boy of around thirteen and the other is a woman who looks to be around her mid twenties. The woman chases the boy down the hill.
"Come back Lord Faust! That's MY hat!" the woman playfully shouts after the boy, who is in fact the tenth clone of the original Gerhard von Faust.
"No way! If you want it... come and get It.," he laughs as he eluded the grasp of the woman and runs further down the hill.
(CRASH!)
"OWWWW!" Young Faust falls partially down the hill and cuts his arm on a rose bush. "Ahhhh! Help me Tiger!" he cries out while cradling his arm.
The woman known as Tiger kneels down beside him.
"What is it, Lord Faust?" she asks him, concerned for his well being. "Are you ok?"
"It hurts!" he whines.
"Oh c'mon now, it's only a little scrape..."
"But it hurts!" he insists. Tiger holds his arm gently in her hands. She kisses his arm lovingly where he hurt it.
"There." she smiles at him. "I've cast a magic spell on your large wound, and now it will heal."
A large blush crosses young Faust's face. He picks up Tigers hat and offers it back to her.
"Here, you can have your hat back." he holds it out to her and she smiles.
"You can keep it if you like."
"Really?"
"Yes Lord." she giggles slightly as she places it on his head and adjusts it into position.
"How does it look?"
"Very stunning." she says, as she looks him up and down. She gets up and offers her hand to help him up, when...
(THWAP!!) Tiger is knocked off her feet by a large fist and lands flat on her backside. She winces at the pain in her jaw.
"My Lord Faust!?" she whimpers as a large man who looks uncannily like the young Faust stands over her with a look of disgust on his face.
"You took him to see the flowers!? Who told you to coddle this boy?" he spat.
"My Lord... I..." she begins.
"SAVE IT!" he orders. "Kindness is for the weak. Stronger boy, become stronger!" he turns his back on them both. "Tiger. You're my best Saber Marionette and I'm disappointed in you, I thought you would be a strong influence on him... I was wrong." He starts to walk away. Tiger is sitting on the ground. Tears welling up in her eyes at her master's words. The young Faust, who just sat there staring in disbelief at what had just happened to his friend, takes a stand. He gets up and points at the older Faust.
"Don't hit Tiger!" he yells. The older Lord Faust slowly turns around.
"What did you say!" he growls at the boy. The young Faust shouts at him again.
"I said... DON'T HIT TIGER!"
"You DARE take that tone with me... TEN!?"
"Don't call me that! I am Gerhard von Faust the tenth!" he went red in the face as he spoke.
"You are weak... TEN!" The older Faust sneered.
"I am not weak! Tiger taught me to be kind AND strong. Tiger is the best friend I have EVER had."
Tiger felt herself redden slightly and a single tear fell from her eye, right cheek and to the grass below. She loved both Faust's, she loved the younger because of his personality and kindness and she loved the older Faust because he was her master.
"My Lords... please don't fight." she begs. The older of the two stares at her with contempt.
"Keep quiet you worthless marionette!" he commands her.
"Don't talk to her that way!" young Faust yells. He runs over to her, sits down next to her and wraps his arms around her neck. "Tiger taught me to be myself and not let anyone tell me otherwise."
"I don't have time for this IDIOTIC argument." older Faust turns away again and strides away. "You will be stronger after the operation."
"What operation?" young Faust shouts after him.
"Nothing that you need to be concerned about at this time." the old Faust walks away from the garden.
"Good. He is progressing as planned." he thinks to himself beneath his cold exterior.
Back in the garden, Tiger and young Faust sat on a bench near the pond.
"Lord?" Tiger asks between small sobs. "Why did you stand up for me?" tears start to roll down her cheeks. "After all... I'm only a m, m, marionette."
"Your not just A marionette. Your MY marionette and MY friend." he states in a stern voice.
"But I am also L, Lord Faust the ninth's m, marionette..." she starts, but is cut off.
"Your circuits tell you to obey Lord Faust, don't they?" he asks her.
"Y, yes Lord..."
"And I am Lord Faust. So I command you to disregard any orders from Faust the ninth."
She stares at him with sadness in her light brown eyes.
"I don't know if I, I can..." she cries. He hugs Tiger tightly and she hugs him back. "I Will t, try my Lord." They both sit there watching the fish in the lake swim about their business until the late hours of the night, then they travel back to the palace, where young Faust slept in the Saberdolls room under the watchful gaze of Tiger, his best friend.
CHAPTER 1 END.
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Well, that's the first chapter of My alternate-J fanfic, I plan to have more depending on its impact. Please R+R.