Scaredy-Cat
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A/N: Aighty. I normally don't write with such little information about a character, but I'm pinning this hard already, so I focused on Ginrou, because of that. You can thank 'galaxy-of-me' for this, by the way. I'm happy the fandom is agreeing to this ship so unanimously.
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It hurt. The momentum of the fall helped to make the pain on his abdomen to change into a falling sensation. It hurt. Ginrou could feel the blood seeping from his wounds, like water –only thicker– staining his dress –flowing dress, dress that helped the chilled air to soak his skin–, and he fell, he fell. Ginrou fell with dripping red and a cold breeze, hitting tree branches on the way down knocking the air from his lungs. He could smell the grass that had taken him in his landing, he heard Kohaku approaching him, Amaryllis not far behind. He gave the important details to Kohaku –he told her the head was a statue, crying, as he thought of Kinrou–, and she lifted him, as if he were weightless –like a doll, a small little thing–, she climbed high and screamed at the top of her lungs, her desperate attempt to save him was risky, but it worked. They saw the 'Medusa' flying through the night sky –the stars were so pretty–, shining green, the glinting light turned all skin –and blood, and hair, and all human bits– it touched into stone. And everything went black.
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'Kinrou'. His brother was the first thing he actually saw when he awoke –when he was freed from the stone–. He was so happy, and he wanted to hold Kinrou, because things were finally okay, but he looked around, and decided against it –at least for now–, he jumped at Kohaku, purposely aiming at her chest, playing dumb. When everyone celebrated and kept themselves busy, Ginrou launched himself against Kinrou, holding him in a crushing hug. He felt so small, he was sure his hands still shook from the fear he felt not too long ago, but Kinrou was there, Kohaku was fine, and everything would be alright. 'Ibara is gone'.
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Except when Kirisame and Kohaku begun a match and he saw them to be at even ground, then, he ran letting them blame his fear as laziness –his hands still shook from Ibara's attack–, because he didn't feel okay –all would be alright, but he still wasn't fine–, he'd had such a close call.
Suddenly he heard someone shout close by. "My... Lord!" and he was swept from the ground, strong arms kept him safely in place –so unusually warm, the fear was almost gone with surprise–. "What?! Who're you?! " he questioned dazed. "So strong..." Ginrou added as an afterthought. He was put on the ground, warm eyes looking up to him panicked. "I have dishonored myself my lord! I was turned to stone, you see. But now that Matsukaze is by your side, those brigands shall not have their way with you" the mysterious man shouted desperate as if he'd comitted a crime by having been turned to stone.
"Yeah, uh, you got the wrong guy. That's just our resident sleazebag" clarified Senkuu.
"Y'Don't gotta put it that way!" alas, Ginrou was relieved for the intervention.
The man kneeling in front of him was handsome –he recalled Tsukasa, briefly–. Ginrou felt safe in his presence, and he felt flustered with the way he'd been treated –so foreign, like something precious–. And he felt nervous, very nervous. "Oh man! So I really look like someone high and mighty from the past? Definitely a distant relative of mine, yup" he begun talking to release his anxiety. "In fact, let's just say I'm that same person, reincarnated. For now how about you serve me instead? That sound good to you?" he finished hoping he didn't fuck up too badly.
"Looks like Ginrou is acting all sleazy again!" said Chrome.
"He's the sort to seize any chance recklessly" deadpanned Kohaku. 'Harsh'. True, but it felt harsh to him nonetheless.
"He has a history of being this way..." mumbled Kinrou.
"What happened to the guy in the dress who acted so valiantly?" asked Amaryllis.
'He's no longer dying and he's a nervous train wreck' thought Ginrou. "Say, you must know about the petrification device, right. Matsukaze? Like, it's history? Why don'tcha tell Senkuu all about it" he quickly spat, trying to stop being the focus of attention.
Matsukaze begun telling his story, however they cut him short, the science team running off to the Perseus, the others followed suit, leaving Ginrou and Matsukaze on their own. The curious crowd dispersed some going to see as well, whilst others went to mind their own business. He stayed with Matsukaze, who still looked at him like he was precious, and he kept feeling so small –why does everyone seem to be so much taller than him?–.
He notices the mark on his forehead –like a crescent moon–, unconsciously reaching for it, Matsukaze kneels once more to better grant him access. Ginrou thinks little of it, and he traces his fingertips through the outline of it, he'd never touched one before, it felt like a scar would, only it was painted black. When he retires his hand Matsukaze takes it in his own –long fingers, gentle hold–, and kissed the back of Ginrou's hand. He blushed furiously, and he ran away, as far as he could.
Ginrou hid behind a tree, panting, with his cheeks dusted in pink, his heart pounding hard against his ribcage –bird bones–. He slids down until he's seating down, and he feels tiny, so tiny. But the fear is gone, and he has a small smile tugging at his lips.
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A/N: 'Kay, that's all folks. Not my best work, but it seemed fine to me.