Chapter 4: Erk and Serra Meet Again
A/N: For you people who think I don't like Serra or Erk... ;00 83z \/\/20/\/9z02z!11! I'll prove that in this chapter... Oh, and if you have a request for me to write, BY ALL MEANS E-MAIL ME! I'm gettin' Writers' Block now, so if you have something for me to write, I'll give you credit for the idea! Besides that, you just love my stories, right?
Audience, IAT Yugi, Kayla, and Persephone: ........................
Kitsy: RIIIGGGGHHHHTTT???
Everyone else: YOSH!
Kitsy: Good, then! Now, I've decided on this being solely a Sererk fic, hmkay? Also, the rating may go up for more than just innocent pecks on the cheek... But ya never know! NOW I START!
By the way, this fic is also now in Third-Person POV.
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Serra was lying down on the fields that night thinking of the previous day. Her tactician had been kidnapped by one of her allies, Giama. Now Marquess Hell will win for sure, and she'll finally have revenge on Hector, and get the vassals she'd been wanting. Her undercover mission was almost complete. But then, why did she feel so sad? After all, soon she could go back to Hell, her home. She just didn't know what to think anymore. What was happening to her? Was she growing attached to the boys who were constantly following her around? After all, she had once said she was jealous that Nino was engaged already to Jaffar. Was she going to fall in love?
"It sure is beautiful out tonight, isn't it?" Serra jumped at the sound of another human voice. "Can I join you? Matthew is a little exhausted." It was Erk. He hadn't loosened up much during the years they were together, but Serra had noticed he wasn't as uptight as he usually was. "And what's that supposed to mean?" She answered back. She knew what he was talking about. They would occasionally tease each other by subtly referring back to when they had first gotten to know each other. This time, Erk was talking about when Lord Hector had assigned Matthew to protect Serra. They had a lot of fun doing that for no real reason. But they were more rivals than friends, and often there was a lot of tension between the two of them. Just the other night, Erk had lectured Serra about how she shouldn't let her guard down. Before they knew it, they were yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. "I just came to say..." Erk began. "I wanted to say I was sorry for expecting too much from you. "Yeah..." Serra answered back. "Well I guess I shouldn't have been so defensive." "I'm also sorry for all those times I've shunned you. I should've known it was mean of me." "I suppose that shouldn't have been so... blunt, to you, Erk." "Blunt? Is that best you can do, Lady Serra?" Serra didn't answer. She couldn't remember Erk ever calling her Lady Serra before. She wondered how he even found that out. She couldn't say anything. Instead she just hugged him as hard as she could. She had come closer to tears that night than ever. Not the kind of fake tears she so often shed, but real tears. The kind of tears that come when you realize how much you've missed someone. They had seen each other, of course. How could they not if they were on a team. But it seemed as though she was meeting the true Erk for the first time. Erk must've felt the same way, because he affectionately embraced her back and said, "Your personality's nothing special, but you're not bad to look at." What he said worked, since Serra smiled at those words and said to him, "That's supposed to be my line..."
A/N: For you people who think I don't like Serra or Erk... ;00 83z \/\/20/\/9z02z!11! I'll prove that in this chapter... Oh, and if you have a request for me to write, BY ALL MEANS E-MAIL ME! I'm gettin' Writers' Block now, so if you have something for me to write, I'll give you credit for the idea! Besides that, you just love my stories, right?
Audience, IAT Yugi, Kayla, and Persephone: ........................
Kitsy: RIIIGGGGHHHHTTT???
Everyone else: YOSH!
Kitsy: Good, then! Now, I've decided on this being solely a Sererk fic, hmkay? Also, the rating may go up for more than just innocent pecks on the cheek... But ya never know! NOW I START!
By the way, this fic is also now in Third-Person POV.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Serra was lying down on the fields that night thinking of the previous day. Her tactician had been kidnapped by one of her allies, Giama. Now Marquess Hell will win for sure, and she'll finally have revenge on Hector, and get the vassals she'd been wanting. Her undercover mission was almost complete. But then, why did she feel so sad? After all, soon she could go back to Hell, her home. She just didn't know what to think anymore. What was happening to her? Was she growing attached to the boys who were constantly following her around? After all, she had once said she was jealous that Nino was engaged already to Jaffar. Was she going to fall in love?
"It sure is beautiful out tonight, isn't it?" Serra jumped at the sound of another human voice. "Can I join you? Matthew is a little exhausted." It was Erk. He hadn't loosened up much during the years they were together, but Serra had noticed he wasn't as uptight as he usually was. "And what's that supposed to mean?" She answered back. She knew what he was talking about. They would occasionally tease each other by subtly referring back to when they had first gotten to know each other. This time, Erk was talking about when Lord Hector had assigned Matthew to protect Serra. They had a lot of fun doing that for no real reason. But they were more rivals than friends, and often there was a lot of tension between the two of them. Just the other night, Erk had lectured Serra about how she shouldn't let her guard down. Before they knew it, they were yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. "I just came to say..." Erk began. "I wanted to say I was sorry for expecting too much from you. "Yeah..." Serra answered back. "Well I guess I shouldn't have been so defensive." "I'm also sorry for all those times I've shunned you. I should've known it was mean of me." "I suppose that shouldn't have been so... blunt, to you, Erk." "Blunt? Is that best you can do, Lady Serra?" Serra didn't answer. She couldn't remember Erk ever calling her Lady Serra before. She wondered how he even found that out. She couldn't say anything. Instead she just hugged him as hard as she could. She had come closer to tears that night than ever. Not the kind of fake tears she so often shed, but real tears. The kind of tears that come when you realize how much you've missed someone. They had seen each other, of course. How could they not if they were on a team. But it seemed as though she was meeting the true Erk for the first time. Erk must've felt the same way, because he affectionately embraced her back and said, "Your personality's nothing special, but you're not bad to look at." What he said worked, since Serra smiled at those words and said to him, "That's supposed to be my line..."
