Ohohohohoho! Am I thoroughly tormenting you all with these almost-kisses? (skips around singing "I feel evil" to the tune of "I Feel Pretty")
Vampy-chan-sama, you honor me with your reviews. I am not worthy! (dumps more hydrochloric acid on fic)
Disclaimer: Me no own, bla bla bla… Warnings: Shounnen-ai, Raeclipse, fluff, junk, and nonsense.
Look! An even numbered chapter that I like!! I had a lot of fun writing this one—look out for all the alliterations (a series of words beginning with the same sound)! Teehee! (pastes sign on forehead reading "Literary Device Freak")
Chapter 6
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The eating of the substance that was a lot less of a mouthful than its seemingly unpronounceable name had passed relatively uneventfully with the absence of its culinary creator, who had once again taken residence in the study. Evening had approached languidly and unnoticeably; the sun had long since sunk wearily into its oceanic bed beneath the horizon, its descent cloaked by the thick swirling curtain of icy white as the blizzard continued to throw a tantrum against the walls of the castle with no name. Said castle ignored the raging storm with a cold stone shoulder, embracing its occupants with the soporific heat of cheerfully cackling fireplaces.
Raenef and his two mortal companions had retired to a comfortable sitting room, and had been chatting there amicably since dinner until Erutis, infamous to those who knew her (the amount of which, in comparison with the two resident demons, was embarrassingly miniscule) for her fetish for chocolate, announced her desire for some hot cocoa. Raenef decided it would be fun if the three of them made it together, and so off to the kitchen they went.
Theoretically, the production of the rich drink should be simple, but the three soon discovered that all of them were lacking severely in the culinary department. The mere boiling of the water resulted in the reduction to charcoal of Erutis's beloved wooden sword and Chris's sleeve. Although Raenef survived remarkably unscathed, the pitiful kitchen could boast nothing of the sort. The two mortal residents of the castle would sleep uneasily tonight to say the least in fear of the impending wrath of a certain teasingly dubbed "kitchen wench."
Presently the painstakingly prepared hot chocolate was steaming in four mugs on one of the only un-charred bits of the kitchen counter, blithely oblivious to the unmitigated disastrous mess around it (one which rivaled even the wreckage of Raenef's first employment of the Dark Arrow, an amazing feat indeed). It was at this point Erutis acquired a very scary metallic glint in her eye that usually signified scheming and/or plotting of some sort, and typically resulted in very bad ideas. As Raenef was scouring the virtually demolished cupboards for some random object unknown to all but himself, Erutis produced a bottle from Thin Random Air™ and stealthily slunk over to the unattended and unsuspecting mugs and surreptitiously slipped a small amount of the bottle's contents into the one on the far right. Chris eyed her warily as she glanced furtively at Raenef, who was still preoccupied with his task and completely unnaware of her suspicious sneaking. Seeing this, Erutis looked at the bottle and shrugged, up-ending it into the same mug. Then she slithered slyly away again and snickered wickedly, fiendishly stroking the glass bottle.
"Revenge time…" she cackled to herself. Chris sweat-dropped.
"Aha!" announced Raenef triumphantly, and Erutis nearly jumped out of her skin. "Found one." He bubbled happily over to the four mugs with a silver tray in hand, placed two upon it, and began to traipse out of the room.
"I'm going to take one up to Eclipse. G'night!" And then he was gone. Erutis suddenly went bug eyed in realization. Chris watched him go with dread prickling up his spine.
"Erutis," he intoned casually. "What exactly did you put in the cup?" The knight coughed.
"Very strong liquor."
Chris's left eye twitched. "And which cup exactly did you put it into?"
Erutis turned to regard the remaining two mugs, steaming in all innocence on the counter. "The one on the far right."
"And which two cups did Raenef take?"
Erutis's bug eyes became remarkably buggier. "You tell me. I wasn't watching."
The two humans stared at each other. Then they both lunged for the cup on the left.
Simultaneously they both grabbed at it.
"Oh, no you don't!" growled Chris, wrestling it from her. "This was your scheme, and I'm not going to take the brunt of it if you screwed up!"
"How dare you treat a lady in this fashion!"
Ducking a flying frying pan (as the knight's sword was incinerated, as previously mentioned), Chris quickly took a deep swig from the cup in his hand.
"Ha!" he grinned, dancing out of her reach. "You won't want it now; it's got my germs all over it."
"CHRIS!!!!"
If Erutis had been Eclipse, Chris would be a smoking pile of ash on the floor. Chris very fervently thanked Rased that Erutis was not Eclipse.
When her anger subsided, the young swordswoman looked forlornly at the remaining cheerfully steaming cup.
Well, what are the odds…?
She snatched up the mug and drew deeply from it.
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TBC
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