Hello all! After I saw the response from you all, I decided to extend and finish this fic. ^^ It'll be much longer, hopefully. And due to the prodding from MissDigitalNinjaDuelist there is now more couples being included. (Including a few of my personal favorites…)
So, I hope you all enjoy this next installment!
Disclaimer: I don't own Trinity Blood. Just my 'Sister Mary Isaac' cosplay. No, really…I did one.
Alessandro sighed, fidgeting with his fingers and staring out at the streets of Rome that passed by. He was seated in a car, Brother Petros sat beside him, and he had donned his complete armor making him more or less the most uncomfortable man on earth.
Atleast it LOOKED uncomfortable to Alessandro. Maybe it was very comfortable, he didn't know. He didn't wear armor; even if he did…he still didn't think that he would like it.
He turned his gaze back to the streets, squinting his eyes to see through the rain splattered-window. No one was standing on the streets, the pouring rain saw to that. Despite it all…he liked the rain.
Rain was comforting. Maybe that's way he usually chose to run off during the spring-showers. He paused as he remembered meeting that kind nun and strange boy the last time. He could feel a slight blush begin to grow on his face and shook his head slightly.
No, no. The Brother would be amused and poke fun at him. Not in a overbearing way, but a friendly way. Brother Petros had been a 'loyal' follower of his for nearly as long as he could remember. Even when he was little he could distinctly remember Petros playing with him while on duty.
He honestly considered the Brother to be a well, brother. Much more of a brother then his own flesh and blood one was. Brothers were supposed to have fun together; at least he saw it that way. His Honorable Sister would play with him when he was little but as he grew and politics became more of a focus that bonding had ceased.
Alessandro missed it. He missed it A LOT. He also wanted to see that sister, Mary, again. But that was a different story entirely. He honestly didn't know what to think about the 'vampire' sister. If Caterina or Francesco found out…he'd be doomed. If Petros found out he'd be doomed AND Mary would be torn limb from limb.
Either way it wouldn't be pretty. As he focused back on the streets he took notice of a small bakery. It was tiny, barely enough room for Petros to walk in without filling the room.
He felt a gasp escape from his lips as he saw a very familiar black-laced umbrella. The long black hair was obviously Mary's. He was ecstatic! "B-Brother! C-can we stop at th-that Bakery please?" Petros laughed, his booming voice filling the car. "But of coarse we can! It would be an honor to treat you to a treat, your Holiness! Stop the car please."
The driver in front nodded, pulling over to the curb and placing it in park. Alessandro wasted no time jumping out of the car and racing into the shop. Petros laughed, and followed suit.
Alessandro raced to the long black hair, stopping just short of running into it. "M-miss Mary?" The figure turned around, and sure enough, God must have been listening because it was the nun he met the weeks previously.
"You're Holiness." She purred, doing a minuscule curtsy. At that moment Petros took notice of the Pope's shining face, he was for all the world beaming. He then glanced about, seeing no one but the shopkeeper, the woman the Pope was obviously entranced with, and…a pale blonde-haired man.
This man was the definition of beauty. Pale golden hair, slim-figure, aristocratic shaped face, and the oddest shade of blue eyes. They were odd because of the softest glow emitting from them, if not for the glow they would have been simply a bright shade of sky-blue.
He was wearing a very simple white tailcoat suit; a matching hat was clasped between his white-gloved fingers. He had chosen a light blue vest to accompany the outfit pulling the 'angelic' look off perfectly.
Petros then scanned the woman. Long black hair, perfectly kept. Slim Asian-shaped coal black eyes. And pale. She was paler then any vampire he had ever seen. She had a slim almost man like shaped face.
Her ensemble didn't match the man's but it held a sense of aristocratic elegance all of it's own. She wore a dark blood-red dress that fell just past her knees. A black ruffled shawl outlined by lace covered her shoulders and chest. And…oddly but attracting enough she finished it off with a pair of shiny black stilettos.
The man then chose to speak. "Ah, Your Holiness. An honor it is to meet you in person." If Petros thought that the man was an angel before, he was completely certain of it now. The man's voice was filled with power and rolled off his tongue seductively.
'Merciful Heavens, what a voice!' His mind screamed at him, sounding for all it's worth like it was going to faint. The woman smiled, and began to speak quickly to the Pope. "So, your Holiness out for a drive around town?" Alessandro nodded a blush creeping up on his face.
The blonde man then replied, "If so, why don't the two of you join us for a tea or scone? This place has the most wonderful sweets. Don't they Miss Isaac?" Petros didn't miss the hidden glare that the woman sent the man. "Yes, they do Cain. Well?" She finished off glancing at Petros.
So, the woman knows that as long as the pope was out here she had to ask him permission. Alessandro glanced over at him his eyes pleading with him. He sighed. Why was Alessandro so perfect at that kicked puppy look? He could never say no to that damnable look!
"Yes, we can and would love to." Alessandro beamed happily. Chatting with the woman as the two men conversed lightly. They ordered their separate treats and ate together, chatting loosely.
With that Petros grabbed the Pope and bid the pair goodbye. Alessandro wormed his way out of Petros' grip and hugged the woman. "It was nice seeing you again, Miss Mary. Goodbye." And he ran back to Petros, the two getting back into the car and waking the annoyed driver out of a nap.
After the pair was certain that the other pair was gone they began to talk. Cain began giggling madly the second the two had left through the door. "What's your problem, Milord?" 'Mary' spat out darkly he voice dropping a couple of octaves.
Cain continued to laugh uncontrollably. "Why, your acting Isaak! It's positively dreadful!" "Shut it!" The now manly sounding woman hissed in return.
The two then gathered their things, paid the shop keep who was staring at the two oddly, and left.
Petros for one couldn't stop thinking about that pair that he had met. The images of the strange people floated about in his head for days afterwards. Why was it so strange? He didn't know. All he did know is that man's voice wouldn't stop echoing in his mind.
Okay, and done! So...be sure to tell me what you think! And...a question for my reviewers! What do you think of the new coupleng? (Aka Petros being almost comepletely in love with Cain's voice? XD ) It was a odd thought that hit me so...I couldn't stop myself from adding it.
After all this IS a CRACK fic! The more Crack Pairings the better!