Kaori: I'm posting a new chapter quickly before the inspiration dies out…
Disclaimer- If I owned Disgaea, I would definitely make Laharl and Flonne marry at the end of the game, and mass market several kinds of merchandise of them… there's too damn much of Etna… --;
But you don't see any of that, do you?
Laharl was experiencing an emotion he hadn't felt for one thousand years-happiness. He was extremely happy, and even though it was over a small thing like being able to speak with Flonne again, still, it felt great to him.
He had been running at the speed of lighting to the Soul Tower's core--Ok, so that was stretching it a little, but he had ran faster than ever thought possible and seemed like a blur to the other souls there.
The circular purple pad (Laharl had confirmed that the circle was his least favorite shape) that he never bothered to notice before was now glowing a bright green and yellow light, as if awaiting his step. Before granting the pad's wish, he walked over to one of the room's many screens, more specially the one for the Netherworld. Pushing some random buttons, he walked back to the pad. He had no idea how he knew this--it just clicked in his mind. He assumed it was from watching too much of Yu Yu Hakusho, a pastime of his when he was still alive.
The felt the strange sensation of himself fading from this world to Flonne's plagued mind.
Flonne's mind had once again been plagued with nightmares. For the past few days, they had left her undisturbed, but now they were coming as strong as ever, with more graphic, bloody torture scenes haunting her mind. She had thought that meeting an old friend again and making a new one would lessen the nightmare's reoccurrence, but no, instead that seemed to increase the detail.
Good things never last forever, and she had learned that the hard way.
As cold sweat continued to trickle down the Angel Trainee's pale, delicate face, her dream was slowly changing shape, now turning to that bright, cheery field where she had the first of this saga of nightmares.
-Flonne's POV-
No… not this place again. I groaned at the sight--bright, beautiful flowers, deep, healthy grass, and large, shady trees offering protection from the blinding light of the sun.
Normally, I would enjoy the surroundings and frolic amongst these gifts of nature… but now, no. Everything had changed my relation to this place.
I felt as if I had grown up too quickly. I was still young in Angel years when Laharl and Master Lamington had died, but their death was like a cold slap to my face, bringing me to reality and teaching me the true, hard facts of life.
But some of that naivety remained.
Master Lamington, the fact being that he was an Angel, made it impossible for him to return, and be reincarnated or at least spend time with me as Prinny, as Laharl once had.
Since Laharl was half-human, it was possible for him to atone as a Prinny first, then reincarnate into another form.
One thousand years has passed since his death, transformation into a Prinny, and his leaving me again.
Yet still I wait for him, because I love him. I love that hanyou with all my heart. And I will wait for him… No matter how long it takes.
But enough reminiscing, back to the present.
I was here once again in this dreaded field as you already know, and worst of all, that figure whose face was blocked out by the sun's rays and that billowing cape was here again.
I'd like to believe that's Laharl.
I'd like to believe that was the real him, that he had finally come back to me.
I'd like to hug him, kiss him, anything to show my love, as I had foolishly done the first few times through these nightmares.
No, that wasn't the real him. He was a figment of my desires, created into a dream, but my dreams often quickly faded into nightmares.
But I couldn't help myself.
I took a few tentative steps toward him. As always, he turned around and said my name softly "Flonne."
I liked the way he said it-like I was some almighty goddess to him. Of course I wouldn't want Laharl tending over my every whim like a slave; his fiery passion is one of the things I love about him.
And following the usual path of my dreams, I ran. I ran as quickly as I could to him, my heart skipping several beats; it was practically pounding out of my chest.
Again, I embraced him, letting the tears flow out. I tried not to cry as much since that time Etna confronted me again--in fact, I hadn't cried since. But now, as it always seemed to be in my dreams, I sobbed all over him.
But I noticed… he looked different, much more mature. He had a well toned chest, muscled arms and legs, and it made me blush that I was seeing the whole of it (Laharl still wasn't wearing a shirt, and he was still wearing shorts). His hair had gotten slightly longer, yet still retained the blue hue, especially the long tendrils at the top which now trailed down to his knees. He still kept that cape/scarf, and that hadn't changed at all. His shoes hadn't changed either, they just got bigger. Might I add that Laharl had gone through a serious growth spurt and was several feet taller than me?
Laharl smiled, one of his true, genuine smiles, at me. It surprised me that even though he claimed that he had never brushed his teeth in his entire life, he had a white, toothy smile.
"Flonne…" He said my name reverently once more before his tone snapped into that of seriousness. "Listen, Flonne. This isn't just a dream,"
I blinked. It didn't feel like I was conscious, heck, I'm not even my room, so it had to be a dream.
Laharl noticed the disbelieving look on my face and continued. "Look, I'm in this freaky Soul Tower place where my soul has to stay until that bitch clears everything up and gets me reincarnated."
I blinked again. What in the world…?
"But didn't you already atone for them?" I questioned.
Laharl groaned. "That's what I tell them, but apparently they let me off easy. I have to make up for that by waiting…" He explained with a grimace at the word 'waiting'.
It was very obvious that Laharl could go up for the least most patient person in the world award, and would probably have a good chance of winning.
"Anyway," He continued again "I'm basically here to say--don't give up on me yet, Flonne."
How could he think that?! I asked myself incredulously. If I waited all this time, does he really think I'd turn back now?!
"Of course Laharl. I will wait for you… Until the end of time…"
Laharl smiled again. "That's good to hear." But as he gazed at me for a few more seconds, he snapped out of it and cussed.
"Shit, why now?! Just a little bit longer!" He begged to the sky.
For a third time I blinked. If I wasn't so happy/surprised, I would have burst out laughing at how comical he looked.
Minutes passed as he stared at the sky in silent plea. Apparently he didn't get what he wanted as he cussed again. "Fuck you assholes!" He yelled.
His manner changed when he looked at me again, his scowl melting into a smile once more. "I'll see you around, Flonne. Don't ever forget me!" He called before disappearing. The dream faded and I was jolted back to consciousness.
-Normal POV-
Flonne awoke from her rather pleasant dream and stared out at the now inky black sky and the hanging silver moon outside her window.
A smile flickered on her lips. "I will wait for you… Until the end of time…" She repeated her promise to the blue-haired hanyou before plunging back to the feathery softness of her pillow.
Her mind was granted with a warm calm as her dreams currently consisted of pleasant memories of her past.
Her past with her naïve innocence that she so longed to keep.
Her past with her old Angel friends.
Her past with her new demon friends here in the Netherworld.
Her past with her beloved father-like figure, Lamington.
And her past with him… Laharl.
The said hanyou placed his trademark smirk at the peaceful smile on her face.
"I'll get rid of those dreams for now... You think I like seeing myself die in your mind?" He asked as his soul floated back to the tower.
Priere, the former Alternate Netherworld Overlord, the red-haired hanyou watching the literal stone-faced monster earlier, paced around the gray stone cell she was now locked in.
One of 'his' lackeys had caught her trying to escape, and since 'he' had taken over what was once her castle, she was officially 'his' slave, and a slave escaping from their master's clutches was forbidden.
After beating her with his bare hands and treating the open wounds with salt, she was sent here to this cell.
And dammit, did she freaking hurt from that rough treatment!
Her whole body ached, and the salt rubbed into the cuts made it hurt even more.
What's worse was that this cell's bars were near impossible to break-she blew off almost all her magic and near broke her knuckles and leg when she tried using force to get out.
Throwing what little magic she had left in this last spell, she used it to heal herself, and luckily she had enough for an Omega Heal.
The cuts sealed, the bruises faded away, and the salt seemed to have disintegrated along with them.
She smiled, pleased with her refreshed energy.
But then she groaned.
How would she get out of this cell?!
"Damn you to hell Baal!" Priere yelled at the top of her lungs. Then, at the corner of her eye, she noticed one of Baal's lackeys sitting on a stool nearby, probably there to serve as a guard.
And he was twirling a key on his finger.
Priere felt her luck changing as she crawled over to the bars, closer to where the guard was. Time to put on the old charm…
Kaori: My chapters vary in length as I type them… Anyway, two chapters for you all, with a plotline developing. Please review!