Chapter Four: The Lost is Found

Disclaimer: I own no MÄR otherwise I won't be writing fan fiction now, would I?

"LET GO OF ALVISS YOU J-"

The violet haired Chess Piece jumped and screamed before teleporting away. "…ERK…" Ginta finished lamely after the bishop vanished. That was weird… The blond thought before he remembered the conscious black haired teen that the Chess Piece had literately dropped.

"Alviss!" Ginta cried as he raced towards the prone form, flipping him on his back as he grabbed his shoulders and shook him. No response.

"Alviss?" He tried again, yet the youth seemed completely out cold. "… What did that bastard do to you?" He muttered as he spotted a large patch of dried blood on the youth's shirt in the stomach region.

Grunting, the blond haired youth hoisted Alviss over his shoulder and headed back the way he came. He was planning to do some alone time meditation (It's hard with Dorothy always trying to cling to him); not that he minded with the interruption. It was just one of the events he would least expect happening while he was out (most expected was the witch running after him).

The walk wasn't long, seeing how Ginta didn't really venture that far from the castle, though time still seemed to have slowed down for the aquamarine eyed youth. Finally, after a couple of minutes, the castle was in sight.

He really wanted to run, but the youth thought better and merely walked into the caste (quickly of course).

"SNOW?!" He called, glancing around at the empty area. All of MÄR was inside partying and the people had gone home after that day's War Games had finished. After being in solitary for the three years, Ginta was uncomfortable being around lots of people once again. Maybe that's why Alviss doesn't like parties, Ginta realized before he saw the large doors open and a familiar dark haired girl run out.

"Ginta! I-" She blinked, a disbelieving look crossing her face. "Is that Alviss?!"

Ginta gave her a strange look. Obviously, who else do we know that wears those pants and shirt? (N/A: I think it's a shirt. He wears nothing underneath so it's probably not a jacket, but who knows? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't) The youth nodded slowly before he shifted his hold so he was carrying the black haired teen bridal style. Walking past her, Ginta entered the building with Snow trailing wordlessly behind him.

"I don't believe it, where did you find him?"

An annoyed look crossed Ginta's face. "By the way you say it; you make it sound like he's a dog that was lost."

Alan crossed his arms at the exchange between Ginta and Nanashi. Ever since the blond had come back, he was rather testy.

Nanashi smiled sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Didn't mean to offend you or anything Ginta." The aquamarine eyed teen sighed as he lowered Alviss onto the bed, as the rest of MÄR piled into the room.

"Um… Do you want me to heal him?" Snow asked nervously at the now older teen before fidgeting under his gaze as he looked her way.

"Sure." Ginta said before leaning forward and reached for the zip of the shirt. "I'll just take off his shirt so we can have a look at the seriousness of his wounds."

After flesh was exposed bit by bit, Ginta's eyes widened as a gasp sounded through the room. He gritted his teeth as he slipped the shirt off, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"What. The. Hell?!" He was pissed. Actually, he was beyond pissed as he saw red. Clenching his fists, he turned his gaze back to the other members of MÄR. "I'm gonna kill him!" He swore as his fingernails bit into his skin, leaving red small crescent shaped marks.

Alviss' body lied battered and bruised on the bed with barely an inch of skin that wasn't black or blue on his torso. Though what angered Ginta the most was a wound that had already begun to scab on his stomach. It read 'Property of Phantom'.

Snow was the first to not act negatively as she approached the unconscious teen. Pulling out her ärm, she tried to heal him to the best of her abilities. All the bruises faded while the wound merely left a scar.

Ginta glared hard at the scar as he struggled to calm himself down. But how dare he brand Alviss like cattle! Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths. I don't want my magical power to go haywire now, do I?

"Good job, Rosette." Phantom said with his usual creepy smile as he sat on his throne. Rosette beamed and was about to say something when Rolan ran into the room.

"Phantom! Alviss is gone!" Rolan said, quite out of the loop.

Glancing in Rolan's direction, the white haired Knight gave a close eyed smile. "I had him taken back to Ginta for a temporary vacation." He stated as he returned to his notepad (A/N: Not sure about the notepads existing, but yeah.) he held in his palm, scribbling Test Ginta's… He suddenly paused.

"Hey Rolan, is strength spelt with an F or PH?"

"I think-"

"Quiet Rosette, your spelling is worse than mine. At least I can spell my name."

Rosette puffed up his cheeks at Phantom's statement before he went off to sulk in a corner. So what if I can't spell my name. My excuse is valid because I don't even know the alphabet. It's sooo confusing!

"Umm… Sir, if you still want to know, it's actually a TH." Phantom gazed at the pinked eyed man hard.

"You're kidding, right?"

Rolan shook his head, making Phantom shrug as he wrote down Strenth. "There's a G in there." Rolan suddenly said, as if sensing Phantom's error.

"Where about?"

"Between the N and the T."

The white haired Knight crossed out his mistake before writing it correctly. Chuckling evilly to himself, he wrote down other ideas for his plots, making sure to check with Rolan with the words with more than two syllables.

There was an awkward silence in the room. No one knew what to say. Ed (N/A: HE FINALLY APPEARS!!) cleared his throat though his action was frozen as the black haired teen finally begun to stir.

"Alviss?" Bell said with a worried voice as everyone brought their attention to the black haired teen.

Sapphire eyes were revealed as Alviss' eyes fluttered open as he immediately realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. He stiffened as he glanced around the room, a gasp escaping his throat as he noticed the others.

"Alviss?" Ginta said unsurely before he reached for the teen. A loud scream erupted from Alviss' throat, making Ginta stumble back in shock.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!!" He screamed as he shuffled backwards so his back was touching the corner as he hugged himself, drawing his knees to his chest.

His eyes were wide and dilated as his breathing became ragged and harsh. "Don't… Touch me… Please, just leave me alone. Haven't you've already done enough?"

His shoulders begun to shake as tears slid freely down his face. "SHUT UP!" He yelled, covering his ears. "I SAID SHUT UP!"

… Okay, now I feel bad for doing that to Alviss. Phantom drove him nutters, the poor cookie…

Anyway, you may have noticed, I like Alviss Torture. I love him to bits but torturing him is fun One Shots are good humorous but longer have to have some sort of Alviss Torture for me to be happy.

You know why I don't like writing long stories? My ideas run dry quickly and then I get bored of the story -.- So I tend to like One Shots, though I'm trying to think of new ideas that is something different and funny but its hard.

I'm sure it'll come to me. Push the GO button for Submit Review if you want to make me happy.