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Sarehptar

Theme: 24, No Time
Characters: Kharl, Alfeegi, Ruwalk, Chi, Aotsuki, Hana (he's a new character, but I'll introduce him later!)
Pairing: None
Warnings: Too many capitals and Chi is always irritating. XD
Need to Know Info: Um... none?
Title Provider: Ultra Relax (Kodomo no Omoucha)

I'm Ultra Relaxed: Gracefully, Unbeatedly Relaxed!

Though Kharl was a notorious liar, there were some things he was generally willing to admit to: lack of patience being quite high on that list. Of course, he could wait endlessly and execute plans at the precise moment without flaw, but when it came to dealing with particularly grating persons, all tolerance tended to fly out the window.

"Rara-sensei, attend to your patients faster!"

"Alfeegi-sama, I am attending as quickly as I can." Lykouleon deserved death, the Alchemist moaned to himself as he ran an alcohol-dowsed pad over another whining Dragon Fighter's arm. They were going into war to be ruthlessly slaughtered by demons—did the army really all need Chicken Pox inoculations? At the same time?!

"You've been with that patient for three minutes and twenty-si—twenty seven seconds now!" Lykouleon didn't deserve death, the youkai doctor retracted his previous thought; he deserved to be locked in a room with the White Officer and an ever-lasting mountain of finance reports. Avis held in a cackle barely, only because he didn't want to be scolded by the fuming teal-haired Dragon for 'wasting time with laughter'.

"It's not my fault," the doctor hissed pleasantly, "that the alcohol isn't taking the dirt off!" The White Dragon Officer's copper eyes narrowed with distrust, and with completely unsterilized hands, he snatched the cotton ball from Avis and began to scrub viciously, much to the Dragon Fighter's chagrin. "You know, Alfeegi-sama," the blond interjected, "the point is to clean the skin, not remove it." Nevertheless, Alfeegi's scouring proved successful in eradicating the dirt (only in that it had lifted off the first two layers of flesh). With deft hands, Avis administered the drug and ushered the weeping Fighter away.

"This is ridiculous! A slow doctor, an inordinate amount of supplies… Just how much did we pay for all this anyway?! Ruwalk should be dealing with this, not me! I don't have time to sit around and watch a bunch of immature little—"

"Alfeegi-sama," the blond rubbed his temple slowly, "I understood that you were here to oversee the operation. The last time I checked, the word see implies using your eyes, not your mouth."

"You… You!" The White Officer was so affronted he could not even find proper words. Thanking God, Avis hurried away to another row of Dragon Fighters waiting to be vaccinated.

"NOOOOOO, IT CAN'T BE!"

Avis spared the howling soldier a few seats away less than a glance. "Where are the scantily-clad nurses with lollipops?!" The red-headed swordsman was silenced by a stern-looking blond and a trembling grey-eyed Faerie. Sighing, Avis stepped up to his least favorite Fighters' unit. "Oh, hi Rara-sensei!" the exuberant blue-eyed boy chirped. "Would you believe this?! Not even one cute nurseeee…" He offered his arm to the doctor without complaint, but a puppy-pout clouded his bright eyes. As Avis discarded the syringe, the Fighter looked up at him hopefully. "Could I still have a lollipop?"

"No sugar," the boy's blond partner growled, and his statement was accompanied by the other, navy-blue haired, boy's frantic head shaking. Feeling particularly spiteful, Avis handed the red-head an orange candy and grinned as he continued down the line. At roughly the same time, Alfeegi recovered from being snubbed and stalked after Avis with Hellfire brimming in his eyes.

"I'll have you know that I am your superior and—"

"You pay my salary, yes, you've mentioned that before."

"Rara, I'm going to have to tell the Lord about this! We don't tolerate disrespect here!"

"I'm terrified," the blond muttered. The teal-haired man looked utterly scandalized for a bare two seconds, and then his face flushed an unhealthy red, his brow lowered viciously, and his hands curled fists at his stiff sides.

"Are you… mocking me?!"

Avis paused for thought. Yes, it was quite entertaining to see the shorter man puff-up like a cornered cat, but the Dragon was also prone to violence and—

"I'VE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH OF YOUR IMPERTINENT BEHAVIOR! THERE ARE FAR MORE IMPORTANT THINGS THAT I COULD BE DOING. BALANCING THE CASTLE FINANCES IS CONSTANT BATTLE! ARE YOU AWARE THAT—" Avis was tempted to cover his delicate ears with his hands, but continued to work through the dwindling ranks of Dragon Fighters, in hopes of finishing (and leaving) as quickly as possible. "DON'T IGNORE ME!" The Dragon's voice raised another decibel, and Avis swore any second now, his ear drums were going to burst. As if he didn't need to breathe at all, the teal-haired man continued his tirade, picking up steam and adding wild gestures of rage as his words grew louder and faster and faster.

"AND WE WOULDN'T EVEN NEED THIS STUPID VACCINATION IF DEMONS WEREN'T SO DIRTY!" Avis twitched, smile faltering for the barest of moments. "I mean they're positively filthy! AND COMPLETELY—" the White Dragon Officer continued to rant, unaware of how deep of a hole he was digging "—ERADICATION! Why are you working so slowly Rara?!" It was one straw too many.

With swift and deliberate movements, Avis chose a smaller syringe from his bag, spun on his heel, and plunged it into the Dragon's flailing arm. For a moment, Alfeegi hissed in shock, but then he blinked once, slowly, and all the fire drained out of him. He wavered on his feet, smiled pleasantly, and observed, "you… have very good aim."

The copper-eyed man waved a limp hand recklessly, and then meandered, with unsure steps, back toward the castle, overseer duties quite forgotten. A whistled tune drifted back to the doctor's still ringing ears.

"Now," Avis smiled at the last few Dragon Fighters happily, "isn't this so much better?"

- X - X - X -

"Rara-sensei, here you are!" Saffron Officer Ruwalk crossed the lawn quickly, taking a place beside Avis on the garden bench without asking. "I've been looking for you."

"I've been taking a bit of a rest after this morning." The Dragon cringed and nodded in reply.

"It was a lot of work for just two—speaking of that, I was wondering if you've taken a serious look at Alfeegi today."

"Whatever do you mean?" The innocent-look in Avis's eyes was completely fabricated, and he did not add much effort to make it seem real.

"He was acting really strange when I ran across him a while ago. He smiled at me, and said 'hello'."

"He doesn't say hello to you?"

"...He doesn't when he knows I haven't turned in my reports," the brunet muttered sheepishly. "He was almost skipping, Rara-sensei! I thought he might have been out in the sun for too long—he actually let Lykouleon walk past without yelling at him for anything. The Lord almost had heart attack when Alfeegi remarked that it was 'a lovely day!' I just had this strange feeling that you might know what happened to him."

"It was only a little anesthetic," the doctor grinned cheekily. "It'll wear off soon enough. In fact," he looked up at the sun, a good ways toward the horizon, "any second no—"

"RUWALK! RARA! WHAT IN THE LORD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING?! THERE'S NO TIME FOR A BREAK!"

The Saffron Officer took off like a fox with a hound on his tail.

Theme 25: Trouble Lurking

The Fire Dragon bates his beaded wings in the sunlight, casting a glow like drying blood over all their faces; over Rath, who smiles and who dies as he stands before them.