Hey there, it's ya boi. Been a while hasn't it? Well, I did say I was gonna write when I'm motivated, so that basically sums up my life. Feels good to be back in the world of , but you know what's even better? A part 2 to the Royal Guard AU! This one's been in the works for a while, so I hope you all enjoy it! This is shorter than the last part but I don't really think a one-shot should be quite as long as that one was. Thank you to everyone who favorited, followed and/or reviewed this series, it means the world to me, seriously. Review responses will be at the bottom of the chapter!

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Marco retreated back to his living quarters on the floor below Star's. He wasn't really permitted to be on her floor unless he was sent as last resort, which thanks to the lying of his co-workers, happened quite often. He didn't mind the extra time with Star, but he found it oddly suspicious when he heard their snickering and whispers whenever he left the room to go see her. He shook his head, Alfonso was probably just spreading rumours again.

His room was just at the end of the hall, across from the execution room. He didn't like to think why he was housed so close to a room built for bloody murder, so he tended to shift his focus to either the weather or how faded the paintings on the wall were.

As he reached out to his rooms door handle, his body tensed at the sound of clattering metal coming from inside. A voice droned inside, muffled by the thick wooden door, so he couldn't quite make out who it was. He brought his hand around his back and reached into the dagger holster he'd picked up only an hour ago, pulling out the blade swiftly and holding it in an offensive position at his right side.

He reached out with his free hand and held on to the handle of the door, slowly twisting so he didn't make any noise. Once he had the handle fully twisted, he closed his eyes and breathed inward, trying to calm his heart, which was beating at a hundred miles an hour.

He was about to throw open the door, before someone walked into it from the other side. Marco kept his composure, although he internally screamed his lungs out.

"Owww..." a voice spoke. Female. Very familiar... He knew that low, drugged out voice. It was on the tip of his tongue.

"Ugh, I forgot the door was closed..."

Marco held his breath so he didn't make any noise. He still wanted to catch the intruder off guard, and hopefully be able to render her defenceless. With a sharp intake of breath, he charged his way into the room, slamming the door against its frame causing a rather loud bang. He charged into the intruder, knocking her down to the floor with him holding her down by the shoulder.

He couldn't see the girls face underneath the iron visor she wore, and most of her body was covered by a dark shaded armour he had never seen before. There were a few exposed bits and pieces though, her throat being one of them. Marco brought the knife to her neck and held it dangerously still, his hands not even twitching despite the adrenaline rushing through his body.

"Jeez Diaz, I knew you were upfront but I didn't know you had some kinks too."

Marco didn't react towards her comment. His eyes showed intention to kill, pupils as small as pin tips stared like razor blades. The girl beneath him brought her hand up to her head, causing Marco to react, he brought the knife even closer to her throat, metal touching skin. The girl froze immediately.

"Make one move and you'll be nothing but shavings when I'm done."

He heard her swallow beneath the thick helmet she wore. Marco wasn't usually a threatening guy, but when push came to shove, he'd do what he had to. The girl then continued to bring a now shaking hand up to her visor. Marco saw this, letting her do so. She popped it open and Marco stared death into the girls pale green eyes.

She smiled nervously, her teeth perfectly white. A few seconds passed, Marco keeping the girl held down firmly. He breathed in deeply, closing his eyes as he did so. His brows furrowed together and his nosed scrunched up.

"Janna.. "

The girl winced slightly, preparing for a massive explosion of fury and rage. She had seen Marco angry before, and it was tolerable most of the time since he was a pretty cool and laid back guy, but in this moment, Janna felt that one wrong move would lead to her head rolling against the floor. Marco slowly eased up and off of her, getting back to standing on his feet. With white knuckles, he eased the knife back into it's leather sheath on the holster letting out a soft and controlled breath. He then looked Janna directly in the eyes from where she lay below him, his facials being stoic.

"Janna... I know that we're friends and all, but I'd prefer it if you didn't raid my quarters while I'm not there."

Janna blinked in confusion, what did he just say? Was he chastising her? A moment ago he would've turned her into pastrami without a second thought and now he's just going to let her get away with a slap on the wrist? She was truly amazed. "What's your secret Diaz?" she asked, returning back to her normal, sly girl attitude.

Marco quirked a brow, leaning down and offering a hand to help Janna up to her feet, which she happily accepted. "My secret to what? I didn't know I had secrets."

"Don't play dumb." She said, flicking his nose with her finger playfully, causing him to flinch slightly. "A minute ago you seemed ready to send me to one of the nine circles of hell, and now you're acting like you always do. That's some serious emotional control dude, going from berserker to disappointed dad in no time flat."

Marco rubbed his nose with a slightly offended look on his face. "I wouldn't have a clue as to what you're talking about. As far as I'm concerned, I'm doing my job, and I'm doing it the best I ca-" as Marco spoke, he stepped forward, causing his leg to tense immensely from the sudden movement, with pain burning in the rear of his calf. He winced and fell forward onto his knees, grinding his teeth to distract himself from the pain. Guess the adrenaline was wearing off.

Janna was immediately down by his side, her cocky smirk being replaced with a face of worry. "Marco? Are you okay?" he looked down at the blood soaked rag he had wrapped around his leg before.

"Dude, what the hell did you do to your leg? Did Star go AWOL all of a sudden or something?"

Marco cringed slightly at the sight of his wound. It didn't hurt all that much, but he knew if he didn't get it treated somehow, it'd be a problem later. "No, I was up against some bird guy a while ago and one of his minions got a quick swipe at my leg. It looks worse than it is, but it's not exactly something I want to leave alone either."

A small grin twisted on Janna's lips deviously. "Well, lucky for you I happen to have studied in first-aid and physical therapy. So unless you've got somewhere to be, I'm pretty sure you're stuck with me here for a bit." She winked. Marco cocked a brow in slight nervousness. He knew Janna from way back in the days when he was just a commoner in the village. The two of them used to be best buds, but after they were accepted into the royal guard, Marco seemed to change in terms of persona, which caused the two to drift apart slowly. Despite this, Marco knew Janna always had some tricks up her sleeve.

"And what exactly do you want from me, since I'm pretty sure I know you well enough to say you're not gonna offer niceties without some kind of price."

Janna snickered, helping Marco up from his kneeling position. "Usually you'd be hitting the nail on the head Diaz, but because you're my bud, this one's on the house."

Now it was Marco's turn to smile. It was bright and warm, reminding Janna of the good ol' days back in the dirt roads of Mewni, where she'd chase the toads, and Marco would hide behind her the entire time. Back then he was a total wimp, he didn't have the guts to do anything courageous, but maybe that's why Janna was drawn to him. Maybe there was something about Marcos weak and childish mature that made her befriend him. She really didn't know herself.

But Marco has evidently changed quite a lot. Before, when he had her pinned to the ground, there was an aura surrounding him, it was intense and got her hairs to stand on end. She knew when he put that blade to her throat, he wasn't screwing around. But... He wouldn't have gone as far as to kill her... Right? That's just not who he was...

"Anyway, Janna. If I'm going to be in your care, I gotta know something first."

Janna broke herself from her pondering. "Hmm? Oh, yeah sure. Shoot."

"What exactly are you wearing, and why?" Marco pointed to the tinted armor she was wearing.

She blinked a couple of times, gathering her bearings.

"Huh? This old thing?" she asked, tapping her knuckles against the metal helmet she wore. "It's an old heirloom from my mom. She passed away a few weeks ago and this showed up at my door a day later, along with some jerk wad that explained the whole thing to me."

"Oh... Wow... I'm sorry to hear that. Your mother was a wonderful woman." Marco apologised, bowing his head in apology.

Janna flicked his forehead again, causing him to recoil slightly.

"Don't be a sap Diaz. I'll admit I was pretty gutted at the time, but I've moved past it. Death is just the next step in life after all."

"Didn't expect you to have such a positive outlook on the situation. You've matured quite a bit haven't you." Marco asked slyly. Janna slightly reddened in the face, but didn't lose her composure.

"You're one to talk Diaz, you used to be as skinny as a twig before the training program, and look at you now." She joked, poking at his stomach. Marco chuckled. It was true. In the time of his training as a guard, he'd realised he would have to bulk up, least he wanted to be a side dish to the awaiting monster hordes.

"Guess you've just have to roll with life's bullshit, huh? Either change or be changed."

"Couldn't have said it better myself brother." Janna then held out a fist. "Here's hoping we don't change too much. After all, if you weren't my bro then who would I have to torment?"

Marco rolled his eyes and tapped his fist against hers. Then he limped over to the side of his bed, wincing a little with every step. The rag really wasn't helping his situation at that point, since it only kept rubbing against the wound. He sat down on the soft mattress and reached down to peel off the forsaken thing, pinching it between his fingers.

Blood strings stretched from the rag to Marco's leg, giving him a slight sting when his gash came into contact with the air. Most of the bleeding had stopped, and some areas where starting to scab over. Marco's face just fell at the sight of it.

"Can't believe I let them get such a cheap shot at me..." he whispered, slightly frustrated with himself. Janna sat herself next to him and have him a rather firm pat on the back. A little too hard for sympathy, but appreciated none-the-less.

"I wouldn't let it get to you. Could've happened to anyone, y'know."

That didn't seem to make Marco feel any better. "I know... But, I've got a duty to do, and I don't want to seem weak. You and I are in the top ranks of the guard for a reason, and since we're usually the ones taking on all the big guys, it doesn't feel right to have this kind of wound. Scars are supposed to show bravery and fearlessness, all this shows is that I let my guard down."

Janna cocked her brow upwards slightly. "You sound like you've got something to prove, Diaz. I'm not exactly sure why you're so cut up about this though, no pun intended." She snickered to herself. "After all, I've got plenty of scars from my battles out in the field. I've let what's got to be at least a hundred hits land on me and I don't let it bother me in the slightest. But then again, my motivations are a little different than yours."

Marco just sighed to himself, looking down at the gash. "I guess you're right... I'll try not to let it get in the way of my job. Princess Star needs to be protected at all costs, no matter what."

"Just Star, huh? Not the entire kingdom of Mewni?" Janna smirked.

Realizing what he'd said, Marco felt his cheeks burn up a little. "Well uhh... That's w-what I meant... Y-yeah." He stuttered awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Janna rolled her eyes and then kneeled down next to Marco's wounded leg. "Don't worry, I'll keep you're little crush a secret, it's not like I want Moon to execute you." She joked, pulling out some rubbing alcohol and gauze from a nearby first aid kit.

Marco smiled, lying himself down on the bed, looking up at the wooden ceiling. He enjoyed the moments he had with Janna, since they seemed to connect far better than anyone would expect. Yeah, she can be a little off-beat, but that's what made her so charming and fun to be around. It made Marco regret taking his job so seriously, since it had driven a wedge between the two ever since the trainings years ago. Back when they were kids, they were practically inseparable, roaming swamps and forests, trying to find new creatures to watch. She usually did all the hunting though, since he was too much of a worry-wart to go anywhere near anything. Once she'd find something, it always took her nearly an hour to convince him it wasn't dangerous.

Marco knew back then that he was way to afraid for his own good. Fear practically ruled his life, but he didn't feel that way whenever he was around Janna. The two were polar opposites in every sense of the phrase, but they both had fun regardless of that. That's when Marco decided he would change. He'd face his fears and show the people around him that he wasn't a total wuss after all. He would be brave, he would be strong, and he would drive to be the very damn best. He looked up to Janna in a lot of ways, even though they were the same age, he saw her as like an older sister. He strived to be just like her, and wouldn't you know it, here he is today, ranked one of the best guards of the royal force, stronger than he's ever been, living in a frickin' castle and being a badass while doing it.

Though the searing sting in his leg from the rubbing alcohol didn't really exemplify that.

"Ow! Hey, that stings!" he winced.

"Oh boo-hoo, sorry Mister 'best of the best', I didn't realise that your only weakness was a little medical treatment." Janna mocked, nudging his waist with her elbow. Marco just smiled and shook his head.

He knew they'd remain friends no matter what, even in the after life, they'd be walking around kicking demon ass. It almost made all of the pain worth it. But it also made him question his emotions...

Not in a way he would like either...

Oooooo, that's something to think about, right? Now you'll probably have to wait another six months for the next part to arrive and by then you probably would've forgotten that I exist. But whatever. To the Reviews!

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