Dagger to My Heart
-Mystik Surreality-
ANLeon is a prick... that seems to be the popular consensus, eh? Lol.
SummaryShe was the only survivor of her world's destruction... and he has locked his heart away from the world after the destruction of his. Can they bring each other back into the light, before the darkness destroys them?
Chapter Four Grief is a Deeper Wound
Dagger sat by Aerith's bed all night, head swimming. She barely noticed when the room lightened and her patient stirred, though.
"Don't tell me you've sat there all night, little healer." a tired voice interjected into her thoughts.
Dagger blushed. "Yeah, I did..."
"Neither Leon or Yuffie volunteered?" Aerith persisted. Dagger nodded.
"Yuffie did. I-.. I thought it would be best if I stayed, in case something happened during the night..."
Aerith chuckled. "I wasn't hurt that badly, Dagger." She smiled, but Dagger looked down and tensed.
"Aerith.. I... I'm so sorry!" she finally blurted, hands clenched in her lap. Aerith started. That was not something she had expected.
"For what?"
Dagger shivered, like felt a cold that Aerith did not. "It's my fault you got hurt... I couldn't... I didn't draw my daggers and... because of my hesitation you got hurt."
Aerith smiled sadly. "Don't you think I couldn't sense that you were trying some sort of magic? You were trying. It's not your fault that I was caught on my blindside." she caught Dagger's hand and squeezed it. "There's not harm done, anyway, Dagger." she smiled. "I'll be fine by the end of the day."
Dagger tried to smile, but the smile looked stiff.
"Something else is bothering you." Aerith guessed. Dagger stood abruptly and popped the cork open on another bottle.
"Take this. It'll help." she interrupted. Before Aerith finished the potion, Dagger had managed to excuse herself by nearly running from the room.
"Leon, my dear." Aerith crooned. Leon winced. She only tried to act cute when she wanted a favor that she knew he had every right to decline doing.
Glancing at her from where he stood near the window, he waited for her to continue.
"Something's bothering Dagger... and she won't talk to me about it... now I'm not asking you to drill her... but... maybe if you talk to her a little she'll realize she's really not alone."
Leon winced again for good measure. This little 'favor' was like a double kick in the face.
"Please, Leon."
He sighed. "I'll try..." he paused. "I'm a bit curious as to why she refuses to draw those daggers, anyway."
Aerith raised an eyebrow. "You would be most concerned with her fighting abilities."
He mock saluted and left her room without further ado.
He found her wandering the back alleys. "You shouldn't be out this far alone." he stated blandly. She winced at the sight of him.
"I'm sorry. I'll head back." she tried to move past him and he grabbed her arm.
"First, you and I have to talk."
She tensed. "About what?"
He turned to face her better. "Your abilities in battle. You can't rely on healing alone."
She seemed a bit relieved. "I can use a rod, too. I just don't have one." He nodded a little.
"But you do have daggers."
She stiffened like she'd been paralyzed. He released her arm and she looked ready to bolt. "I do... but... I'm not trained in them." she tried. He smirked.
"Then I can train you."
She paled. "But-"
"Why do you carry a weapon you can't use, Dagger?" he asked almost casually.
She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.
"Did you steal them, perhaps?"
"No! I would never!" she protested. He smiled, he'd caught her that easily.
"Then where did you get them?"
She paused and swallowed hard. "I... He... he gave them to me.. Before he died." her voice broke and she turned heel. "I have to go." she managed before he bolted.
'He... just who is this 'he'?' Leon wondered as he watched her retreat.
-Mystik Surreality-
ANLeon is a prick... that seems to be the popular consensus, eh? Lol.
SummaryShe was the only survivor of her world's destruction... and he has locked his heart away from the world after the destruction of his. Can they bring each other back into the light, before the darkness destroys them?
Chapter Four Grief is a Deeper Wound
Dagger sat by Aerith's bed all night, head swimming. She barely noticed when the room lightened and her patient stirred, though.
"Don't tell me you've sat there all night, little healer." a tired voice interjected into her thoughts.
Dagger blushed. "Yeah, I did..."
"Neither Leon or Yuffie volunteered?" Aerith persisted. Dagger nodded.
"Yuffie did. I-.. I thought it would be best if I stayed, in case something happened during the night..."
Aerith chuckled. "I wasn't hurt that badly, Dagger." She smiled, but Dagger looked down and tensed.
"Aerith.. I... I'm so sorry!" she finally blurted, hands clenched in her lap. Aerith started. That was not something she had expected.
"For what?"
Dagger shivered, like felt a cold that Aerith did not. "It's my fault you got hurt... I couldn't... I didn't draw my daggers and... because of my hesitation you got hurt."
Aerith smiled sadly. "Don't you think I couldn't sense that you were trying some sort of magic? You were trying. It's not your fault that I was caught on my blindside." she caught Dagger's hand and squeezed it. "There's not harm done, anyway, Dagger." she smiled. "I'll be fine by the end of the day."
Dagger tried to smile, but the smile looked stiff.
"Something else is bothering you." Aerith guessed. Dagger stood abruptly and popped the cork open on another bottle.
"Take this. It'll help." she interrupted. Before Aerith finished the potion, Dagger had managed to excuse herself by nearly running from the room.
"Leon, my dear." Aerith crooned. Leon winced. She only tried to act cute when she wanted a favor that she knew he had every right to decline doing.
Glancing at her from where he stood near the window, he waited for her to continue.
"Something's bothering Dagger... and she won't talk to me about it... now I'm not asking you to drill her... but... maybe if you talk to her a little she'll realize she's really not alone."
Leon winced again for good measure. This little 'favor' was like a double kick in the face.
"Please, Leon."
He sighed. "I'll try..." he paused. "I'm a bit curious as to why she refuses to draw those daggers, anyway."
Aerith raised an eyebrow. "You would be most concerned with her fighting abilities."
He mock saluted and left her room without further ado.
He found her wandering the back alleys. "You shouldn't be out this far alone." he stated blandly. She winced at the sight of him.
"I'm sorry. I'll head back." she tried to move past him and he grabbed her arm.
"First, you and I have to talk."
She tensed. "About what?"
He turned to face her better. "Your abilities in battle. You can't rely on healing alone."
She seemed a bit relieved. "I can use a rod, too. I just don't have one." He nodded a little.
"But you do have daggers."
She stiffened like she'd been paralyzed. He released her arm and she looked ready to bolt. "I do... but... I'm not trained in them." she tried. He smirked.
"Then I can train you."
She paled. "But-"
"Why do you carry a weapon you can't use, Dagger?" he asked almost casually.
She opened her mouth to speak but he beat her to it.
"Did you steal them, perhaps?"
"No! I would never!" she protested. He smiled, he'd caught her that easily.
"Then where did you get them?"
She paused and swallowed hard. "I... He... he gave them to me.. Before he died." her voice broke and she turned heel. "I have to go." she managed before he bolted.
'He... just who is this 'he'?' Leon wondered as he watched her retreat.