Title: Flutter.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Uhh. X_x OH YEAH. Thomas/Fiona/Irvine! Or, at least, I'm going to try. Who Fiona ends up with in the end is totally up to my beloved readers. Lol, yes, that means she can end with Ban, or Prozen, or she can run off into the horizon all by herself.
Notes: Three chapters. That's fine for now, right? I have three more to upload, but I'll do that tomorrow. .. Why I'm going to wait for tomorrow, I'll never know. oO;;
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"How could I loose her?" Ban was quiet, in spite of his anger and fear. He shoved at the brush, clearing an area to allow him to look through; she was nowhere to be found. He couldn't track her on the Liger; he couldn't track her through surveying the area where she fell. He couldn't find her. Period.
"Fiona!" He called into his cupped hands and when a response was null, he heaved himself from the ground and into the nearest tree, with a bit of difficulty. His palms were sweaty and his fingers were stinging and bleeding, thanks to the strange greenery about the area. He paid no heed, wiping them off upon his jeans and cupping them about his mouth once more. "FIONA!"
...
Zeek tipped his head skyward and snarled, rhythmically opening and closing his fingers. Ban looked over at him momentarily and shifted his weight, tipping around to try see the curious blonde from above.
Where was she? She couldn't have gotten far, because -- she fell. She was delicate, even if she made it seem as though she definitely weren't. She was probably hurt, though surely not dying. He couldn't risk thinking a thought as horrible as that.
She was his best friend! His purpose for fighting for the peace! He couldn't say he loved her, though he could admit to liking her an awful lot. She was the little sister he yearned to protect. Maria had the Priest, she had the numerous villagers. She didn't need him and Fiona was the perfect replacement.
"Fiona! C'mon!" He resumed yelling into his cupped hands, panic rising within his voice. "Please answer me!"
He wouldn't give up, though he couldn't stay here. The quiet, resounding padding of metallic paws against the ground vibrated through the area. He groaned inwardly and hopped off of the branch.
"C'mon, Zeek. We gotta go back to the Liger." He frowned and motioned to the Organoid. Zeek turned his head towards him, snorting and huffing in disagreement. Ban motioned once more, more demandingly, scowling now, and began moving towards it. "Thomas should be in town. We'll get him; he'll help."
Zeek snarled once more and, after shooting a glance this way and that, hesitantly followed after.
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Ban. She thought tiredly. Her eyes weren't open and she found that she was simply -- unfunctional. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she tried. Gentle bouncing was everywhere around her, an equally gentle envelopment about her sides, crossing around her back.
She was curled against something and that something was carrying her.
"Miss Fiona?" The 'something,' the only person who had ever put an honorary upon her name, the one who held an infatuation so deep it nearly rivaled the feelings once harbored between both herself and Ban, inquired tenderly as he, Thomas, continued walking. He shifted her lightly, adjusting and balancing her weight between both arms. "Are you awake?"
"Mmm." She responded, the noise pained and shaky. Her arm hurt. Stung and burned, even and she felt that it was close to impossible to move it, without increasing that pain. She frowned and maneuvered her one arm out from between the both of them, using it to rub tentatively at her right shoulder. It was damp and, lacking much of another word, dirty.
"You -- noo," He yelped and immediately moved, somehow managing to take that free hand and hold it restrained. She cracked open an eye to peer up at him in confusion, a heavy haze hanging about everything. His hair just about glowed, giving him a mild halo of sorts. "You're bleeding! You shouldn't touch it!"
"It hurts." She croaked and winced; never before had she experienced physical pain like this. She shifted against him and made a feeble attempt to push off, push away. It wasn't as though she didn't particularly enjoy being carried, or his help -- something compelled her and forced this action. He shook his head and, rather grudgingly, placed her down upon the ground, keeping his hands hovering to either side of her, in case if she were to collapse. She wobbled, blinking repetitively to adjust to the brilliant light, which broke through, she guessed, the parting branches and leaves above.
And then, she crumpled to a pile upon her knees, frowning and caressing lightly at the front of her shoulder, where the fabric of her top still remain intact, where the pain was less and blood was lacking.
"M-Miss Fiona..?" He crouched behind her and propped one of his arms up upon his knee, fingering at the earpiece idly. Ban should have contacted him. What was going on? The situation was far too weird; one moment he found himself navigating around a ruin to contact his teammates about a recent problem occurring and the next, he found himself buried neck-high in mud with his Dibison, Fiona not too far off, unconscious. "We should get moving. There's -- people.."
She had already put one of her friends in danger, why risk putting another into it even further? She shifted and used her one arm to push herself upright. Instead of accomplishing much, she lacked much anything, pushing herself maybe a few inches off the ground before collapsing once more. She concealed a blush of embarrassment and looked to him for help.
"Here." He beamed at her and, hiding his own furious, reverent blush, slid his arms about her waist, gently pulling her back up. She felt like crying, suddenly. What injuries had she sustained during her fall? It couldn't have been much -- she knew her arm was bleeding. Her vision was blurry and her head ached beyond all control. Her legs didn't hurt that much, but it did hurt to remain on them.
He drew his arms back just enough to keep both hands upon her, keeping her upright, refusing the right to fall over. She seemed caught up with flexing the fingers upon her injured arm, a look of distaste etched upon her face because of the pain. "Are you alright?"
"Yes." She lied and dropped her hand to her side, sparing a bright, typical smile in his direction. Why worry him? He probably had enough on his plate as it was. He hesitantly drew his hands back completely and lacked the smile to return. She was bad at lying. He briefly wrung his hands, before motioning ahead.
"T-The Dibison is just over there." He brought his hands back toward the back of her hips once she turned to look in the direction, making sure she wouldn't collapse again. "It's out of commission, but I'm working on getting it back up!"
"'Out of commission'?" She repeated, confusion laced so heavily upon her words that it seemed as though she were lost in thought, trapped inside some distant world. She looked over her shoulder at him, looking rather displeased and even worried. "What happened?"
He inwardly melted. Though, personal feelings couldn't get in the way with acting valiantly -- but! Her injuries, her actions, her absolute confusion made him want to gather her into a hug and refuse to let go until she was fine again.
Snap out of it, Thomas.
"I was called to the ruins up ahead and, on my way there, I was attacked." He smiled reassuringly still, but that, obviously, didn't help much. She grew unnaturally pale -- even worse than before and sighed wearily, though she still looked alert, attentative to his story. "It's nothing bad; I could have you in town and fixed up in a few minutes!"
"Are you alright?" She exhaled slowly and took notice of one of his injuries. A small cut lacing around the back of his ear, the ear opposite of his earphone, dipping down toward his jaw line. The blood, which he hadn't yet wiped away, was rather dry, though that hardly dismissed the fact that it was still an injury. She turned towards him and reached forward to cup the side of his face in one hand, using the other to gently feel around for the injury.
And that was far too much.
"Eeto – Ah, Fiona –" He was blushing so violently that it seemed as though his face would perpetually remain that shade of red. He swiftly drew away before he could make a mistake, at least, one larger than the previous, and rubbed at the injury himself. She looked a smidgen hurt at the action. "We should – move. We're risking a lot staying here."
"Sorry." She turned back toward the area, which the Dibison was currently within and looked down at her hands. She wondered if Ban was alright. She wondered if he was alright. In the midst of wondering, she found her world falling black, her mind drawing blanks. And then, the black covered her and she found herself swimming in a vast pool of what could very well be described as bliss.
Rating: PG-13.
Pairing: Uhh. X_x OH YEAH. Thomas/Fiona/Irvine! Or, at least, I'm going to try. Who Fiona ends up with in the end is totally up to my beloved readers. Lol, yes, that means she can end with Ban, or Prozen, or she can run off into the horizon all by herself.
Notes: Three chapters. That's fine for now, right? I have three more to upload, but I'll do that tomorrow. .. Why I'm going to wait for tomorrow, I'll never know. oO;;
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"How could I loose her?" Ban was quiet, in spite of his anger and fear. He shoved at the brush, clearing an area to allow him to look through; she was nowhere to be found. He couldn't track her on the Liger; he couldn't track her through surveying the area where she fell. He couldn't find her. Period.
"Fiona!" He called into his cupped hands and when a response was null, he heaved himself from the ground and into the nearest tree, with a bit of difficulty. His palms were sweaty and his fingers were stinging and bleeding, thanks to the strange greenery about the area. He paid no heed, wiping them off upon his jeans and cupping them about his mouth once more. "FIONA!"
...
Zeek tipped his head skyward and snarled, rhythmically opening and closing his fingers. Ban looked over at him momentarily and shifted his weight, tipping around to try see the curious blonde from above.
Where was she? She couldn't have gotten far, because -- she fell. She was delicate, even if she made it seem as though she definitely weren't. She was probably hurt, though surely not dying. He couldn't risk thinking a thought as horrible as that.
She was his best friend! His purpose for fighting for the peace! He couldn't say he loved her, though he could admit to liking her an awful lot. She was the little sister he yearned to protect. Maria had the Priest, she had the numerous villagers. She didn't need him and Fiona was the perfect replacement.
"Fiona! C'mon!" He resumed yelling into his cupped hands, panic rising within his voice. "Please answer me!"
He wouldn't give up, though he couldn't stay here. The quiet, resounding padding of metallic paws against the ground vibrated through the area. He groaned inwardly and hopped off of the branch.
"C'mon, Zeek. We gotta go back to the Liger." He frowned and motioned to the Organoid. Zeek turned his head towards him, snorting and huffing in disagreement. Ban motioned once more, more demandingly, scowling now, and began moving towards it. "Thomas should be in town. We'll get him; he'll help."
Zeek snarled once more and, after shooting a glance this way and that, hesitantly followed after.
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Ban. She thought tiredly. Her eyes weren't open and she found that she was simply -- unfunctional. She couldn't move, no matter how hard she tried. Gentle bouncing was everywhere around her, an equally gentle envelopment about her sides, crossing around her back.
She was curled against something and that something was carrying her.
"Miss Fiona?" The 'something,' the only person who had ever put an honorary upon her name, the one who held an infatuation so deep it nearly rivaled the feelings once harbored between both herself and Ban, inquired tenderly as he, Thomas, continued walking. He shifted her lightly, adjusting and balancing her weight between both arms. "Are you awake?"
"Mmm." She responded, the noise pained and shaky. Her arm hurt. Stung and burned, even and she felt that it was close to impossible to move it, without increasing that pain. She frowned and maneuvered her one arm out from between the both of them, using it to rub tentatively at her right shoulder. It was damp and, lacking much of another word, dirty.
"You -- noo," He yelped and immediately moved, somehow managing to take that free hand and hold it restrained. She cracked open an eye to peer up at him in confusion, a heavy haze hanging about everything. His hair just about glowed, giving him a mild halo of sorts. "You're bleeding! You shouldn't touch it!"
"It hurts." She croaked and winced; never before had she experienced physical pain like this. She shifted against him and made a feeble attempt to push off, push away. It wasn't as though she didn't particularly enjoy being carried, or his help -- something compelled her and forced this action. He shook his head and, rather grudgingly, placed her down upon the ground, keeping his hands hovering to either side of her, in case if she were to collapse. She wobbled, blinking repetitively to adjust to the brilliant light, which broke through, she guessed, the parting branches and leaves above.
And then, she crumpled to a pile upon her knees, frowning and caressing lightly at the front of her shoulder, where the fabric of her top still remain intact, where the pain was less and blood was lacking.
"M-Miss Fiona..?" He crouched behind her and propped one of his arms up upon his knee, fingering at the earpiece idly. Ban should have contacted him. What was going on? The situation was far too weird; one moment he found himself navigating around a ruin to contact his teammates about a recent problem occurring and the next, he found himself buried neck-high in mud with his Dibison, Fiona not too far off, unconscious. "We should get moving. There's -- people.."
She had already put one of her friends in danger, why risk putting another into it even further? She shifted and used her one arm to push herself upright. Instead of accomplishing much, she lacked much anything, pushing herself maybe a few inches off the ground before collapsing once more. She concealed a blush of embarrassment and looked to him for help.
"Here." He beamed at her and, hiding his own furious, reverent blush, slid his arms about her waist, gently pulling her back up. She felt like crying, suddenly. What injuries had she sustained during her fall? It couldn't have been much -- she knew her arm was bleeding. Her vision was blurry and her head ached beyond all control. Her legs didn't hurt that much, but it did hurt to remain on them.
He drew his arms back just enough to keep both hands upon her, keeping her upright, refusing the right to fall over. She seemed caught up with flexing the fingers upon her injured arm, a look of distaste etched upon her face because of the pain. "Are you alright?"
"Yes." She lied and dropped her hand to her side, sparing a bright, typical smile in his direction. Why worry him? He probably had enough on his plate as it was. He hesitantly drew his hands back completely and lacked the smile to return. She was bad at lying. He briefly wrung his hands, before motioning ahead.
"T-The Dibison is just over there." He brought his hands back toward the back of her hips once she turned to look in the direction, making sure she wouldn't collapse again. "It's out of commission, but I'm working on getting it back up!"
"'Out of commission'?" She repeated, confusion laced so heavily upon her words that it seemed as though she were lost in thought, trapped inside some distant world. She looked over her shoulder at him, looking rather displeased and even worried. "What happened?"
He inwardly melted. Though, personal feelings couldn't get in the way with acting valiantly -- but! Her injuries, her actions, her absolute confusion made him want to gather her into a hug and refuse to let go until she was fine again.
Snap out of it, Thomas.
"I was called to the ruins up ahead and, on my way there, I was attacked." He smiled reassuringly still, but that, obviously, didn't help much. She grew unnaturally pale -- even worse than before and sighed wearily, though she still looked alert, attentative to his story. "It's nothing bad; I could have you in town and fixed up in a few minutes!"
"Are you alright?" She exhaled slowly and took notice of one of his injuries. A small cut lacing around the back of his ear, the ear opposite of his earphone, dipping down toward his jaw line. The blood, which he hadn't yet wiped away, was rather dry, though that hardly dismissed the fact that it was still an injury. She turned towards him and reached forward to cup the side of his face in one hand, using the other to gently feel around for the injury.
And that was far too much.
"Eeto – Ah, Fiona –" He was blushing so violently that it seemed as though his face would perpetually remain that shade of red. He swiftly drew away before he could make a mistake, at least, one larger than the previous, and rubbed at the injury himself. She looked a smidgen hurt at the action. "We should – move. We're risking a lot staying here."
"Sorry." She turned back toward the area, which the Dibison was currently within and looked down at her hands. She wondered if Ban was alright. She wondered if he was alright. In the midst of wondering, she found her world falling black, her mind drawing blanks. And then, the black covered her and she found herself swimming in a vast pool of what could very well be described as bliss.