Disclaimer: A young blonde girl its hog tied on the floor staring at you with a very sad look in her eyes, "I do not own the Sorcerer Hunters, and I never will. And even if I did I would give them back to Akahori and Omishi because that's the right thing to do."
Tira Misu smiles and cracks her whip; "Good job Carrie, now you can go free."
The blonde pouts, "But I was having fun…can't we play doctor anymore? I'll be the patient again!" Tira blushes a bright red and kick starts the story. In the background of Fun With Names you can hear the redhead saying something about checking baby's temperature.
Fun With Names Part 4:
Tira Misu-An Italian Dessert
Chocolat Misu-Tiramisu with extra chocolate
Marron Glace-Watermelon Ice Cream
Carrot Glace-Carrot Ice Cream
Gateau Mocha-A very sweet and thick kind of coffee
Sacher Torte-Sugar Pie
Sorcerer Hunters:
The Necromancer's MarqueBy
C M Forde
Marron broke away from Rice immediately and basically just kind of shoved her off the bench with a protesting thump when the ground wouldn't let her go any farther. He spun around to face his brother and tried to get a hold of himself, his face was red as a beet but he couldn't do anything about that, he could say that the two of them were trying to see who could hold their breath the longest, that might work. Unfortunately no matter how dumb Carrot was, Tira wasn't, and she was standing right next to the elder Glace brother. Marron thought about standing up like nothing had happened, but being as he was kind of a prude and that had been his first kiss, standing up at this particular moment would take even more explaining than just sitting down. He placed his hands in his lap casually, trying to hide the tent he had pitched, and smiled, "What are you two doing here?"
Tira just kind of gaped at Marron and dropped a thermometer from underneath her cape. Carrot on the other hand, was excited as could be, "Marron you raunchy little pervert!" He walked forward and threw a big hug around his little brother, one that left Marron slightly wanting for air. "You dirty old dog, I knew you were my brother! And with a nun too, that's great." He pulled back and looked his brother straight in the eyes, "I was so afraid that you'd end up butt buddies with that useless piece of man meat Gateau, but here you are, straight as an arrow, even though you are kinda girly." He wrapped his arms even tighter around his brother and Marron had to shift a little to keep from poking Carrot with his lap.
"MARRON GLACE!!!!!" The scream froze Carrot immediately, but being as that tone of voice had never been used on Marron, he hadn't been trained to fear it. The younger brother peeked around his brother's trembling form to see Tira standing decked out in a lace up leather halter top and fishnet hose that led down to very painful looking stiletto heels, she was groping her whip like a lover, but Marron couldn't figure out the stethoscope around her neck. Carrot let go of his brother and backed away slowly, he had a look on his face like he was about to have to plan Marron's funeral. Tira started to approach, but Rice interceded between the raging dominatrix and the still rather confused mage.
"Hold on Tira, it's not his fault! I seduced him!" She looked back at Marron with a little frown and sighed, "I'll admit it didn't exactly take a lot of effort on my part, but I did seduce him against his will. I've been watching you guys ever since you left Mount Saint Hordic to come live here, and I kinda grew a major crush on Marron." Rice turned back to Tira and dropped her head down, staring at the ground, "I took advantage of him and I'm sorry."
As Tira began to speak, another voice from off towards the palace interrupted them, "You should be." The group turned to see Chocolat leaning against the far wall of the garden, her crimson rat-tail flowing in a wind that seemed to have appeared just for her. The woman glared at Rice as if she meant to tear out the young woman's heart and eat it while it was still beating. "You should be very sorry, for everything that you did."
Rice frowned and backed up a little, shrinking under the woman's gaze. "What are you talking about Chocolat? I didn't do anything."
The red head growled, "That's exactly the point. After everything that we did for him, Sacher still liked you better. No matter what any of us tried to do, we were just little grains of sand to your beach. I bet he didn't even go near you when he turned on us, he would never harm his little girl. No, he killed all of them, all of my brothers and sisters, while you got to sit back and enjoy the good life. You make me sick Rice."
Tira started to move forward, but Rice stopped her, shaking her wimpled head in a solemn denial, "Chocolat, you have no idea what you're talking about. I understand what you went through, and how you must feel, but I wasn't the cause of their deaths, though at the time I wish I could've died with them." She sighed and looked down at the ground, her sable eyes seeming to feel years of long known pain and hatred, "Sometimes I still wish I had."
Chocolat just frowned and spun around with out a word, stalking into the palace before any of them could speak. Tira looked at Rice, then at Marron with a face that seemed to apologize for her sister, and then followed quickly, probably hoping to catch her in the palace. Marron stood up, his tented campsite little more than a small sputtering fire now. He approached Rice and put one arm around her, hoping to comfort her. She just looked up at him and smiled, "Thanks Marron, but I'm okay." She pulled away from him and smiled again, but this time her warm smile left Marron with a feeling of cold emptiness. The nun walked out of the garden, leaving the mage with nothing to say.
Carrot walked up to his brother and sighed, patting him on the shoulder, "Don't even try to understand women Marron, they're impossible. The ones you want don't want you, and the ones you don't want do. Then the ones you're not sure about just sort of disappear." With this divine piece of knowledge, Carrot left Marron alone in the garden to think. He had never been in love before, was this what he felt for Rice? He shook his head and sat back down; no, that couldn't be right, he didn't love her. Marron looked up towards the sky and a sudden flash of purple caught his eye as it tumbled down his face. He caught it quickly in one hand and opened it slowly; the flower that Rice had put in his hair had fallen out.
The explosion rocked Marron out of his sleep, his dreams quickly passing down into the back of his mind, clouded by forgetfulness. What had that been? He looked towards the window, catching the fact that the explosion had done more than awaken Carrot, his big brother was sprawled on the floor where he had fallen out of bed. Outside, Marron could see the tell tale glow of fires burning in the city, as if a thousand candles were burning in night. He immediately thought of Rice, "Is she alright?"
Carrot groaned and sat up, "I don't know about you Marron, but mine's not a she and he's called One Eyed Willy." The older Glace brother sat up and stared out the window, his next comment must be deleted for the sake of the rating, but we can say it started with 'Oh' and the next word ended with a 't'. Marron just nodded in agreement before getting out of bed and tossing on his clothes. He was out the door a step ahead of Carrot, who was still strapping on his sword and trying to pull a tank top over his head. They were the first ones out of the palace, staring out at the destruction before them as the rest of the team came up behind them. Gateau was the first to speak, "I think the necromancers are back."
Tira nodded, "We could be in trouble."
From the shadows, a deep feminine voice spoke, her words curling through the air like a serpent after its prey. The blonde stepped forward, her outfit had shrunk to barely anything except skimpy leather armor that showed off more than Chocolat's bathing suits, and an all encompassing black cape that whirled in the heat generated wind like a living thing. "That is quite an understatement red."
To Be Continued….
Ok, for the first time ever I will add in an author's note! I decided that I was getting too serious and needed to put in some real jokes. The actual reason I'm writing this? Because I'm pretty sure it's going to be the only fic where Marron isn't gay. My personal feelings on everything? This is the closet I plan on getting to a self insertion fic for a very very long time, I find them odd and disturbing in a way that makes me way too tingly to be comfortable with. BTW, I'm fairly sure Tira doesn't have any lesbian tendencies, but I can always dream, see ya!
-Carrie.