Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerer Hunters, and that is a good thing. If I
did I might end up hawking it away on e-bay in order to gain funds for the
next convention. Bad me.
Author's Notes: This story is not my usual type of story. It's a little more serious, a little bit more romantic, and has much better editing. I would like to dedicate this story to my mother who has let me skip school today so that I could write this. Thanks for the encouragement and support mom.=)
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Tira sat in front of a blazing campfire. It was cold outside tonight and the threadbare sweater she had folded around herself wasn't doing much to keep out the chill. Her fingers and toes were going numb, but she refused to turn around and go to sleep in her tent. She was tired of the loneliness and the emptiness that her little tent left her with. She wanted a home.
A real home, where she could rest on her own couch or stay up late reading in front of a fireplace. A fireplace, not some pile of dry wood out in the middle of nowhere. A fireplace would be nice. An alcove in her living room where she would line the mantle with those funny trinkets she remembered Apricot having. Knick-knacks, those were more for personal satisfaction than for overall decoration; the little girls dancing with porcelain faces and those silly teacups with blue paint decorating the perimeter. She would climb into a warm and cozy bed after extinguishing the flames. In the morning should would wake up to find the sun streaming through her bedroom window, and so she wouldn't mind getting up to face another day, not with a sunrise as beautiful as that. Later, after she would clean and dress, she would saunter downstairs and make a home cooked breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and waffles Carrot loved to eat just about anything. And Tira would do anything to make him happy and comfortable in their home. Their home. It had a nice ring to it when she analyzed it in her mind. Carrot: living with her, eating, talking, and understanding her in their dream home. It sounded wonderful. Too wonderful.
Tiramisu waved a stick at the fire, stirring the smoke in the black of the night. Dreams were dumb. Hadn't she learned anything from their whole conflict with Zaha? She should just learn to be happy with what she was granted and make the best of it. So much for dreams.
In a swift movement she was to her feet. She had been sitting for a while and so she stretched her back in a languorous manner. Tira cast one look toward the fire where her dreams lay smoldering, and with a look of self- disgust entered her tent.
~*~
"Marron. Will you stop looking out there and come back here already?" Gateau crossly ordered his companion away from the tent flap.
"Just a minute," he replied in a gentle, yet masculine affirmation.
"What are you staring at anyway? Everyone is sleeping! What out there could possibly be more attention grabbing than me? Marron?! Marron?! MARRON!" Gateau temper reached a crescendo. He was sleepy and cranky; he didn't like to be ignored.
"Tira is out there. I've never really noticed it before, but she seems so lonely. I suppose I've always been a little too involved with what was going on that I never really noticed that she was in pain. She's always so steady, dependable. How could I have been so blind?" Marron was now facing Gateau, but his attention was introverted.
"What are you talking about anyway? Tira was eating dinner with us an hour or two ago, happily munching on an apple, I might add. And why are you so concerned about her all of a sudden? Shouldn't you be more concerned about me right now? I mean, look at the wonderful opportunity you've been given! Look at me!" Gateau attempted to chase away Marron's worry. Gateau might be vain, but he took care of those he loved.
"You're right. I'll think of something in the morning," Marron smiled.
"Tomorrow morning should be interesting. I saw Chocolat sneak into Carrot's tent half an hour ago," Gateau said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, that shouldn't come as a surprise," Marron stated with a grin.
"Naked," Gateau finished.
~*~
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" a voice echoed in the rays of the awakened sun.
"BUT DARLING! ALL THAT I WANT TO DO IS MAKE YOU HAPPY! JUST TAKE ME!" a feminine voice wailed.
Marron sat up in bed. Sometimes Chocolat's antics weren't at all amusing. Reaching an arched hand he rubbed the soreness out of his stiff neck. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night what with worrying over Tira and the rest of the night…well, Gateau had seen to that.
Marron leaned sideways and nudged Gateau's sleep prone body awake; he didn't want to face the outside world alone. And he needed Gateau to help him formulate a plan to fix things.
Author's Notes: This story is not my usual type of story. It's a little more serious, a little bit more romantic, and has much better editing. I would like to dedicate this story to my mother who has let me skip school today so that I could write this. Thanks for the encouragement and support mom.=)
~*~
Tira sat in front of a blazing campfire. It was cold outside tonight and the threadbare sweater she had folded around herself wasn't doing much to keep out the chill. Her fingers and toes were going numb, but she refused to turn around and go to sleep in her tent. She was tired of the loneliness and the emptiness that her little tent left her with. She wanted a home.
A real home, where she could rest on her own couch or stay up late reading in front of a fireplace. A fireplace, not some pile of dry wood out in the middle of nowhere. A fireplace would be nice. An alcove in her living room where she would line the mantle with those funny trinkets she remembered Apricot having. Knick-knacks, those were more for personal satisfaction than for overall decoration; the little girls dancing with porcelain faces and those silly teacups with blue paint decorating the perimeter. She would climb into a warm and cozy bed after extinguishing the flames. In the morning should would wake up to find the sun streaming through her bedroom window, and so she wouldn't mind getting up to face another day, not with a sunrise as beautiful as that. Later, after she would clean and dress, she would saunter downstairs and make a home cooked breakfast. Eggs, bacon, and waffles Carrot loved to eat just about anything. And Tira would do anything to make him happy and comfortable in their home. Their home. It had a nice ring to it when she analyzed it in her mind. Carrot: living with her, eating, talking, and understanding her in their dream home. It sounded wonderful. Too wonderful.
Tiramisu waved a stick at the fire, stirring the smoke in the black of the night. Dreams were dumb. Hadn't she learned anything from their whole conflict with Zaha? She should just learn to be happy with what she was granted and make the best of it. So much for dreams.
In a swift movement she was to her feet. She had been sitting for a while and so she stretched her back in a languorous manner. Tira cast one look toward the fire where her dreams lay smoldering, and with a look of self- disgust entered her tent.
~*~
"Marron. Will you stop looking out there and come back here already?" Gateau crossly ordered his companion away from the tent flap.
"Just a minute," he replied in a gentle, yet masculine affirmation.
"What are you staring at anyway? Everyone is sleeping! What out there could possibly be more attention grabbing than me? Marron?! Marron?! MARRON!" Gateau temper reached a crescendo. He was sleepy and cranky; he didn't like to be ignored.
"Tira is out there. I've never really noticed it before, but she seems so lonely. I suppose I've always been a little too involved with what was going on that I never really noticed that she was in pain. She's always so steady, dependable. How could I have been so blind?" Marron was now facing Gateau, but his attention was introverted.
"What are you talking about anyway? Tira was eating dinner with us an hour or two ago, happily munching on an apple, I might add. And why are you so concerned about her all of a sudden? Shouldn't you be more concerned about me right now? I mean, look at the wonderful opportunity you've been given! Look at me!" Gateau attempted to chase away Marron's worry. Gateau might be vain, but he took care of those he loved.
"You're right. I'll think of something in the morning," Marron smiled.
"Tomorrow morning should be interesting. I saw Chocolat sneak into Carrot's tent half an hour ago," Gateau said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Well, that shouldn't come as a surprise," Marron stated with a grin.
"Naked," Gateau finished.
~*~
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GET AWAY FROM ME!" a voice echoed in the rays of the awakened sun.
"BUT DARLING! ALL THAT I WANT TO DO IS MAKE YOU HAPPY! JUST TAKE ME!" a feminine voice wailed.
Marron sat up in bed. Sometimes Chocolat's antics weren't at all amusing. Reaching an arched hand he rubbed the soreness out of his stiff neck. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night what with worrying over Tira and the rest of the night…well, Gateau had seen to that.
Marron leaned sideways and nudged Gateau's sleep prone body awake; he didn't want to face the outside world alone. And he needed Gateau to help him formulate a plan to fix things.