Xel's Notes: Well, this is something I wrote a loooong time ago. It's not finished, and I
don't find it very good… ^^ But I like the concept, and I figure that the only way I can
make it better is to collect comments! I'd hate to see an idea like this just fade away and
die… ;_;
In regards to the believability of the situation for you Faust/(insert favorite Saber Doll
here) fans, this takes place back when Faustieboy was a bad, bad man and didn't give a
rat's ass about the Saber Dolls. So there. =P
The title isn't a permanent one, and the beginning you see will NOT be the way it begins
if and when I finish this thing… I just skipped to right before the lemon(?) scene… -_-;
Needless to say, this'd probably turn out to be a LONG fic. Bah, this is becoming longer
than the snippet. I'll shut up now. Enjoy (hopefully)! o.o;;;
Beneficial (incomplete)
He was absolutely quaking in terror as he stared up at the tall fuehrer of Gartlant,
the man's long golden bangs contrasting with the high-collared black of his uniform.
Why had he been taken here…? This was the very last thing he needed now; he silently
prayed for Otaru to come rescue him. Unless Faust already had him, too… He whimpered
softly as the man roughly grasped his chin, forcing him to look back up into those cold
eyes.
Faust had a rather calculating expression, as if considering something. Hanagata
knew not what it meant, but his steadfast gaze was unnerving him to no end. Finally, the
older man broke the silence. "You may speak."
Hanagata blinked, obviously a little surprised at the fuehrer's clemency, though
his tension still remained. "Wh-what do you want from me? Where is Otaru-kun?"
"Mamiya Otaru isn't here. You were the only one captured." He seemed to be
contemplating the first question. Or perhaps he was hesitating? He doubted it. Faust was
intimidating enough when shown on the news and in the papers; in person, he was
downright scary. Scary people didn't hesitate.
"…You are our hostage."
Just a little anxiety drained from Mitsurugi; if he was a hostage, then at least they
wouldn't hurt him… right? "H…hostage? But…" he stammered, "Why me?"
"Your father holds great political power in your country. This includes access to
advanced military equipment and weaponry," He didn't like the slow smirk that graced
Faust's handsome features then. "Things that could prove beneficial to us."
The only reply Faust received was a stricken whisper. "…God."
"Yes, that's right. I will be your god. And as long as you are our captive, you will
do as I say."
Hanagata knew how vulnerable he truly was in this place, and the forcefulness in
Faust's tone prevented him from saying anything more. He wisely kept silent, nodding
timidly.
Faust raised a flaxen eyebrow. "You concede so quickly…?" His grip on the little
blonde's chin relaxed somewhat, his touch altering to one that could almost be interpreted
as gentle. He leaned down on one knee, dark violet eyes locked on frightened blue, lips
just a breath away from the younger man's. "Perhaps there are more advantageous
elements to your capture than I had thought…"
Hanagata Mitsurugi merely shivered and whimpered as the daunting, beautiful
man closed the distance between them…