"Err, Jeanne-sama what if I don't have one?"
"Hmm... How about someone you admire or look up to..."
Lyserg sighed... he was really starting to hate this game... maybe he should shoot the guy who made this... that would've been fulfilling...
Another sigh. But what can he do? He might as well, answer the question and get over it. But Jeanne might notice... or not...
But Marco might...
He isn't going to know...
Lyserg tipped his head unto his hands. The game was driving him to insanity! Now he was arguing with himself!
"She's kind-hearted, gentle, kind, and absolutely beautiful... there's a lot more to her, and I love her dearly."
"She must be very wonderful then."
Lyserg twitched. He did NOT just say that out LOUD. He flushed bright red, and cursed himself mentally.
Wait...
Lyserg blinked. When Jeanne had spoken those words there was a certain edge to them. Fiery... was she mad? But what for...? Had he said something? Done anything?
"J-Jeanne... sama...?"
"Nothing."
Another involuntary wince, Jeanne had spoken to him, with a blank tone, with a certain icy edge.
It was really starting to worry him.
Jeanne picked a card, but did not read it immediately. A frown crossing her beautiful features... it was starting to annoy her. That feeling. When Lyserg had described the one he admired... something in her chest contracted. It was a sinking feeling, and she felt her stomach churn. Was she sick?
Dismissing such thoughts, she read her card, and her eyes widened.
There were two rules that Meene had given them. One, answer the any of the questions truthfully, and two... fear the 'Oops' card...
Quietly handing Lyserg the card, she closed her eyes and waited.
"Anou, Jeanne-sama, it's an—"
"—Ask me anything you want."
Lyserg blinked and stared at the card. Written in a simple black font, was a one-syllabical, four-letter word... which meant everything to him.
What was he going to ask her? He wasn't about to let this opportunity pass!
Maybe he should ask her... umm... maybe he should... wait err, maybe... what WILL he ask her?
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he began massaging his temples. This game was really starting to irk him...
"Hurry up."
He winced again, there was a certain bitter edge to her tone, and he hated that.
Jeanne frowned. Lyserg's earlier question was really starting to really get to her. Who was that girl he spoke of?! His tone was wistful and longing. She didn't know much about the girls Lyserg was acquainted with, but she knew one thing... she would want to let Shamash at that girl whoever she is. The very thought of Lyserg liking someone else, made her blood boil. She felt mad anger course through her veins, and she didn't at all feel comfortable.
"I'm ready."
She looked up at him. There was something in his eyes that flashed momentarily... hurt?
But why...?
"Do you hate me?"
Lyserg smacked himself.
What was happening to him?! He would not believe that he had just said that. He didn't want to be so straightforward. He just wanted to ask if something was bothering her, but instead...
"Argh..."
"Lyserg?"
"H-hai, Jeanne-chan?"
Jeanne looked at him with wide, unbelieving eyes. "I-I mean, Jeanne-sama..."
He would NEVER do that again... Marco was really going to kill him.
"Nothing's bothering me Lyserg. Actually, there was... but I'm happy now."
He inclined his head, when she flashed her a gentle smile. All of her anger abated when he suddenly said her name. She preferred that kind of endearment to the title of 'Mistress' very much, and noting it was said by Lyserg... it made her smile.
"Lyserg it's your turn now."
"Okay."
At least Jeanne wasn't mad at him... he smiled thoughtfully. Maybe this game wasn't so bad at all...
... Or not.
What the HELL was this kind of question doing in this stack...
Are you a homosexual?
Hi minna-san~! Okay here's the question of Jeanne on the first chapter... it's an alternate ending to chapter one ^-^ heh, heh... O-M-A-K-E
"What is it then?"
"..."
"Jeanne-sama?"
"... How often... how often do you..."
Now her cheeks were nothing compared to a tomato's. The words would not come out of her mouth... No she would not... compared to Lyserg's question hers was too... err... much more personal... but it wasn't like she was doing it!
"Jeanne-sama?"
She wordlessly handed him the piece of card, and he took it quizzically...
A pause, and...
"WWWWHHHHHHAAATTTTTT~~~?!?!"
"I-I think I don't have to answer that, ne?"
"But you must!"
Jeanne gazed at him, absolutely confused. "B-but Lyserg it's too—"
He silenced her immediately by grasping both her shoulders, and pulling her closer.
"Answer the question."
Lyserg was really starting to scare her. There was something on his eyes that she could not depict... but it seemed like... fury?
What would he be angry of?
"Jeanne."
She stifled a small gasp, had she been that busy as not to noticed that Lyserg had closed the gap between them, and the proximity of their lips, made her heart pound.
"Answer the question... please."
"But, its too personnal—"
"Just tell me if you have taken a bath with someone else in the past."
He had immediately panicked when he read the card... and even more worried when he saw Jeanne's initial reaction.
She was flushed, and she wasnted to close the subject immediately, it was as if she did not want to open up to him.
Just the thought of someone with his Jeanne together in a bath, did not at all enlightened him. No, NOT at all... Jeanne was his, and his alone. But, for some reason a thought entered his mind... Jeanne's ivory flesh exposed, against his own hands, her dmap hair against his shoulders—
—Now the stupid game was turning him into a hentai~!
"Lyserg, you're hurting me."
He shook his head and he let go of her immediately. "I'm sorry." He placed a gentle kiss upon the tip of her nose, and returned to his seat, this was rather dissapointing to Jeanne.
"I'm sorry. I'm very sorry, Jeanne, but I just wanted you to—"
"No. I could've never done that in the past. Marco wouldn't have approved of it."
He nodded. Somehow the thought of Marco restricting Jeanne to do anything she wanted made him want to go and decapitate the man. He shook his head again. First the game had turned him into a stuttering idiot, a hentai, and now he was having homicidal thoughts. Maybe he should've refused the game after all... maybe after an hour or so, doctors would be rushing him to the mental hospital. Oh, damn.
TsuzukuI hope that would make up for the past chapter, which was rather short... sorry for too much OOC-ness, I don't know why but I write this chapters, whenever I'm not feeling well... . don't ask... I think my insanity level just rocketed off the scales... I think the same thing will happen to you when you're forced to listen to you father singing 'Mr. Suave'! Even though with all the weirdness happening in my house, I really like this chapter... heh, heh a jealous Jeanne-sama appeals to me... lolz.
Sorry about the spaces... I'll find a way to fix those, but for a while please bear with me!
Anyways, thank you very much to the following people:
Starwave, Holy Girl Iron Maiden Jeanne, Kitsune Asakura, Joruri Soma, ice suzaku, kawaii-kirei, YAY ^___^, Eliv, Takari-san, Angel-wing2 and Lor-chan
^O^ a big thanks to all of you~!
Tune in for the next chapter...
