Starless
by Icy and J
A/N: This was inspired by an article in the Teenage magazine September issue year 2002. So there. Plenty of flashbacks here among other stuff. Okay, based on the criticism we have got from all the reviews... Here are a few notes.
1. The twins will come into the big picture soon... Promise.
2. We're working on a plot... Really!
3. Tamao won't die. Not very soon anyways. We still have some... Need for her around... Heheheh...
4. Faust is a minor character in this fic. He only appears in a few chapters.
5. Constructive suggestions help. Alot. So R&R.
Chapter 8: The summon
The angel of Death unravelled a long, slimey looking greenish scroll, scanning the list before coming to the name he was looking for. The one he was to summon that day. The one to follow them. In other words, the one to die.
(Well, *that* was straighforward...-Icy)
(Wait till you see what's up my sleeves!-J)
(Erm... Maybe not.-Icy)
"Who among you is..." the shimmering angel stared at the terrible handwriting, unable to make out the words. "...Iceberg?"
The angel of light gave his partner a good smack on the head. "It's an 'L' stupid!"
"Liceberg?"
"Ugh!" the angel of light groaned, snatching the paper roughly away, and barking out the name like a prison warden. "Lyserg!"
The X-Law trembled at the sound of his name. This was the end of the road. It wasn't expected at all, not even by the authors... He could already see his life flash past him...
*2 years ago*
At the cafe where couples wipe frappucino off the sides of their supposed partner's mouths, Lyerg pursed his lips into a pout. It has happened again. The 13th time this year! So 13 is an unlucky number? But he wouldn't count all those previous times of being rejected and dejected as being very lucky either. Previous times? I could go on and on listing the females he had somehow asked out, the list ranging from girls like Tamao to Marion.
This time, the unlucky gal was none other than...
"Maiden-sama..." Lyserg began, eyes turning into watery hearts. "Your hair looks fantastic today..."
Jeanne took a quick glance at her hair, which in her opinion, was a forest of tangles that day. A typical Holy Maiden bad hair day. It was becoming a tad too obvious that he was fishing for compliments and nobody was biting.
She had to clear the air. Now.
"Lyserg, listen. I can't get emotionally attached. I can't take the chance that I'd do anything to hurt you."
The boy blinked, a sad look blanketing his face. "So you choose to hurt my heart instead?"
"NO! I don't want to do anything that could jeopardize our friendship..."
"Oh, BUT you just did!" he retorted, spite tinting his voice slightly.
"We can't... Because I care about you too much." she tried again, reaching about her extensive mind for more reasons not to date the x-law.
"Then maybe you can care about me a bit less?"
"I'm just not ready for a relationship right now."
"Funny! That's what my 65-year old spinster aunt says!"
"I didn't know you had a 65-year old... Anyways, I don't look at you in that way..."
"Maybe you're looking in all the wrong ways."
Geting slightly desperate, she had to resort to the incredibly wierd. "I've- I've met a guy!"
"Yeah?" Lyserg rolled his eyes. "And you think I'm really a gal?"
"Lyserg, you don't know what your getting yourself into... You're too good a person for me to go out with." she said, hissing slightly through her teeth.
"What?" Lyserg asked, looking shocked. "You normally date animals?"
"I just want to be friends!!!!" she shrieked and then slapped Lyserg right across the face, sending him sprawling across the room. With a tear in her eye, she ran out of the cafe, leaving the bill for him to pay.
Okay, so he asked for it for letting things get this ugly. And now that she had slapped his face into a slanted contorted pink mess that looked like the half-baked, half-eaten apple pie before him, he did look ugly. Not that he was NOT ugly to being with, in his opinion. But if his already ugly face could get uglier, this was the moment.
If this was a sitcom, you'd here people going, "Aww..." But it wasn't, so everyone went "oohs" and "ahhs" in the way that star-struck lovers always manage to do. Mind you, Lyserg had conviniently and cleverly chosen a lover's cafe. We authors won't even bother asking him why he had the brains, or lack of that, to choose such a location to bare his heart and soul.
Jeanne's words echoed, most incongruous with those sweet nothings os the other diners, one being Horo horo and Tamao... (WHAT THE??!!!!) Sometimes, he almost felt like he was the only single, desperate and ugly diner in a swanky restaurant filled with lovers... and the worse thing was, HE WAS!!!! Damned! She had left.
"I just want to be friends!"
When he heard that, it was like reading aloud one of those lucky dip coupons which screams, "Congratulations! You've won yourself a new lifelong friend!" It's not unlike those actor-louts who try to sell you travel vouchers at marked up prices along the streets. All this while, they will still claim, with tears brimming in their dreamy eyes, that you have won the top prize for a trip around the world. Okay, minus the joy. Because... really, there aren't any prizes to be claimed i this case.
The gist is, guy meets girl and falls in love with her. And the girl will play her trump card -"Platonic!" Sometimes, Lyserg wished that people would stick to those little cards like "opportunity" and "chance" in the Monopoly game. But in real life, he only got 'platonic'. Pure platonic. He got that with Tamao, Marion, Menee, and now even Jeanne!
Platonic- sounds like some tonic; some poison served on a plate.
CRACK!
Heard that? The plate just cracked. Along with his heart.
*end of flashback*
(Aw... that was so sweet...-Icy)
(Thank you.-J)
(You didn't write that entire piece man...-Icy)
(I know that.-J)
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Lyserg wailed falling to his knees in dispair. "I can't die yet! I haven't got a decent date in my entire life!"
The angel of death glared at him, taking out a large black garbage bag from a hidden pocket in the folds of his robes. "That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard in my entire afterlife! Now hurry up and get into the bag! Its by the orders of the authors-"
Lyserg immediately stoppped wailing and stared up at the angels. "What?"
The angel of light laughed weakly. "Nothing nothing!"
Horohoro laughed loudly and with a loud click, flipped a switch on the wall. The 'heavenly light' surrounding the two went out.
"Light bulbs!" the ice shaman laughed. "And ropes!"
The 'angels' gave the shamen a meek grin, dangling rather helplessly like human pinata...
"Oh shit..."
*Meanwhile*
"Funga fufu..."
"Yo-chan! Stop that!" Amidamaru yelled while trying to yank the two rampid twins out from the drawers they had shoved themselves into. Even if they were only a couple of hours old, due to the incredible nature of this fic, they can run. Yep. Somehow.
"Aw man! If your mother finds out that you've been running around..." Amidamaru shuddered at the thought of the itako. "If she finds out what you've been doing, Yo-chan. I'm afraid there won't be a 'me' left..."
"Funga fufu..."
~TBC~
That's it. more to come soon. Not very soon. but soon. please R&R.
by Icy and J
A/N: This was inspired by an article in the Teenage magazine September issue year 2002. So there. Plenty of flashbacks here among other stuff. Okay, based on the criticism we have got from all the reviews... Here are a few notes.
1. The twins will come into the big picture soon... Promise.
2. We're working on a plot... Really!
3. Tamao won't die. Not very soon anyways. We still have some... Need for her around... Heheheh...
4. Faust is a minor character in this fic. He only appears in a few chapters.
5. Constructive suggestions help. Alot. So R&R.
Chapter 8: The summon
The angel of Death unravelled a long, slimey looking greenish scroll, scanning the list before coming to the name he was looking for. The one he was to summon that day. The one to follow them. In other words, the one to die.
(Well, *that* was straighforward...-Icy)
(Wait till you see what's up my sleeves!-J)
(Erm... Maybe not.-Icy)
"Who among you is..." the shimmering angel stared at the terrible handwriting, unable to make out the words. "...Iceberg?"
The angel of light gave his partner a good smack on the head. "It's an 'L' stupid!"
"Liceberg?"
"Ugh!" the angel of light groaned, snatching the paper roughly away, and barking out the name like a prison warden. "Lyserg!"
The X-Law trembled at the sound of his name. This was the end of the road. It wasn't expected at all, not even by the authors... He could already see his life flash past him...
*2 years ago*
At the cafe where couples wipe frappucino off the sides of their supposed partner's mouths, Lyerg pursed his lips into a pout. It has happened again. The 13th time this year! So 13 is an unlucky number? But he wouldn't count all those previous times of being rejected and dejected as being very lucky either. Previous times? I could go on and on listing the females he had somehow asked out, the list ranging from girls like Tamao to Marion.
This time, the unlucky gal was none other than...
"Maiden-sama..." Lyserg began, eyes turning into watery hearts. "Your hair looks fantastic today..."
Jeanne took a quick glance at her hair, which in her opinion, was a forest of tangles that day. A typical Holy Maiden bad hair day. It was becoming a tad too obvious that he was fishing for compliments and nobody was biting.
She had to clear the air. Now.
"Lyserg, listen. I can't get emotionally attached. I can't take the chance that I'd do anything to hurt you."
The boy blinked, a sad look blanketing his face. "So you choose to hurt my heart instead?"
"NO! I don't want to do anything that could jeopardize our friendship..."
"Oh, BUT you just did!" he retorted, spite tinting his voice slightly.
"We can't... Because I care about you too much." she tried again, reaching about her extensive mind for more reasons not to date the x-law.
"Then maybe you can care about me a bit less?"
"I'm just not ready for a relationship right now."
"Funny! That's what my 65-year old spinster aunt says!"
"I didn't know you had a 65-year old... Anyways, I don't look at you in that way..."
"Maybe you're looking in all the wrong ways."
Geting slightly desperate, she had to resort to the incredibly wierd. "I've- I've met a guy!"
"Yeah?" Lyserg rolled his eyes. "And you think I'm really a gal?"
"Lyserg, you don't know what your getting yourself into... You're too good a person for me to go out with." she said, hissing slightly through her teeth.
"What?" Lyserg asked, looking shocked. "You normally date animals?"
"I just want to be friends!!!!" she shrieked and then slapped Lyserg right across the face, sending him sprawling across the room. With a tear in her eye, she ran out of the cafe, leaving the bill for him to pay.
Okay, so he asked for it for letting things get this ugly. And now that she had slapped his face into a slanted contorted pink mess that looked like the half-baked, half-eaten apple pie before him, he did look ugly. Not that he was NOT ugly to being with, in his opinion. But if his already ugly face could get uglier, this was the moment.
If this was a sitcom, you'd here people going, "Aww..." But it wasn't, so everyone went "oohs" and "ahhs" in the way that star-struck lovers always manage to do. Mind you, Lyserg had conviniently and cleverly chosen a lover's cafe. We authors won't even bother asking him why he had the brains, or lack of that, to choose such a location to bare his heart and soul.
Jeanne's words echoed, most incongruous with those sweet nothings os the other diners, one being Horo horo and Tamao... (WHAT THE??!!!!) Sometimes, he almost felt like he was the only single, desperate and ugly diner in a swanky restaurant filled with lovers... and the worse thing was, HE WAS!!!! Damned! She had left.
"I just want to be friends!"
When he heard that, it was like reading aloud one of those lucky dip coupons which screams, "Congratulations! You've won yourself a new lifelong friend!" It's not unlike those actor-louts who try to sell you travel vouchers at marked up prices along the streets. All this while, they will still claim, with tears brimming in their dreamy eyes, that you have won the top prize for a trip around the world. Okay, minus the joy. Because... really, there aren't any prizes to be claimed i this case.
The gist is, guy meets girl and falls in love with her. And the girl will play her trump card -"Platonic!" Sometimes, Lyserg wished that people would stick to those little cards like "opportunity" and "chance" in the Monopoly game. But in real life, he only got 'platonic'. Pure platonic. He got that with Tamao, Marion, Menee, and now even Jeanne!
Platonic- sounds like some tonic; some poison served on a plate.
CRACK!
Heard that? The plate just cracked. Along with his heart.
*end of flashback*
(Aw... that was so sweet...-Icy)
(Thank you.-J)
(You didn't write that entire piece man...-Icy)
(I know that.-J)
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" Lyserg wailed falling to his knees in dispair. "I can't die yet! I haven't got a decent date in my entire life!"
The angel of death glared at him, taking out a large black garbage bag from a hidden pocket in the folds of his robes. "That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard in my entire afterlife! Now hurry up and get into the bag! Its by the orders of the authors-"
Lyserg immediately stoppped wailing and stared up at the angels. "What?"
The angel of light laughed weakly. "Nothing nothing!"
Horohoro laughed loudly and with a loud click, flipped a switch on the wall. The 'heavenly light' surrounding the two went out.
"Light bulbs!" the ice shaman laughed. "And ropes!"
The 'angels' gave the shamen a meek grin, dangling rather helplessly like human pinata...
"Oh shit..."
*Meanwhile*
"Funga fufu..."
"Yo-chan! Stop that!" Amidamaru yelled while trying to yank the two rampid twins out from the drawers they had shoved themselves into. Even if they were only a couple of hours old, due to the incredible nature of this fic, they can run. Yep. Somehow.
"Aw man! If your mother finds out that you've been running around..." Amidamaru shuddered at the thought of the itako. "If she finds out what you've been doing, Yo-chan. I'm afraid there won't be a 'me' left..."
"Funga fufu..."
~TBC~
That's it. more to come soon. Not very soon. but soon. please R&R.