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“Are you really sure this is a good idea? I mean, isn't it dangerous for us to be roaming around like this?” Holding tightly to Battlers hand, both for comfort, and for guidance, you let him drag you through the mansion.
“I'll be fine. You have your bracelet right?” Still pulling you further into the darkness, Battler gave you a reassuring smile. “As long as you have that, nothing can hurt you.” He gave your hand a little squeeze. “I promise.”
“Yes, I have it.” Even with his promise, and your bracelet, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something horrible was going to happen. The hair on your arms and neck were standing on end, you were sick to your stomach, your heart was beating like a drum and your hands were shaking. All this because of an unfounded fear you couldn't conquer.
“You're shaking really bad. Are you going to be alright?” He stopped in the middle of the hall, the only light was dim and flickering, threatening to go completely out and any moment. “Do you want to go back? I can't have you passing out on me.”
“No, we can keep going.” You shook your head. “I'll be okay, just, stay close to me.”
Battler let out a quiet, but perverted laugh. “Don't worry, I planned on staying close.” He continued laughing, lowering his head down so your eyes were on the same level. “Very, very, close.” Jerking his head back up, he resumed walking. “I have no idea what's down this hall, or why all the doors have been locked.” He sighed. “But eventually, we'll find an unlocked door. And when we do.” Stopping his sentence short, Battler jiggled an old brass door knob. This one actually turned. “Hey, finally.” The door opened to more darkness.
“There wouldn't happen to be a light switch in here would there? Anymore of this darkness and I think I might go crazy.” Feeling around on nearby walls, you searched for a way to brighten the unfamiliar room. There was nothing. Nothing except books, and they were everywhere. A moment of searching later, you realized you'd lost Battler. “B-Battler, are you there?” You became frantic, running through the pitch black room half screaming out his name. “This isn't funny. Where are you?”
A bright, eerie red light filled the room, but there was still no sign of Battler anywhere. Knowing that someone had to be in the room with you, you proceeded more carefully. Each step sounded like a minor earth quake in your head. Your breathing was like a hurricane. Then, Battler appeared, clutching his stomach, staggering towards you. “I-it got me.”
“W-what got you?” You rushed over to him, searching for his injury. “Y-you look fine to me. What happened? Where were you?”
“In the closet, there's a breaker box, it's ancient.” Wincing, he straightened his back, hand still pressed to his stomach. “You see, I went to turn it on, because you were complaining about how dark it was. That old piece of junk shocked me.”
You wanted to punch him for scaring you like that. “I thought you were seriously hurt. You know, bleeding, stabbed, heart ripped out, something serious. And all this is because you got a little shock?” You shut your eyes and crossed your arms with disapproval. “What a big baby you are.”
“Hey, come on now. Getting shocked can really hurt. Besides, you were the one freaking out because it was dark.” He whimpered. “I do know something that would make my hand feel better though.”
“Oh really, and what's that?” Before you'd even opened your eyes, both Battlers hands were gripping your chest. “Are you serious?” Your reflexes kicked in, not giving you a chance to think about your actions. You didn't realize you'd slapped him until you felt the sting in your own hand.
Battler fell backwards landing in a strange sprawled out position on the floor. “You didn't have to hit me so hard.” He whined, sitting up and placing his red face in his knees.
“I'm sorry, I didn't think. It was natural.” Quickly dropping down to your knees, you took his face in your hands. His left cheek looked like it'd been hit with a frying pan. “Oh my god, I didn't even know I could hit so hard. I'm so, so, so sorry Battler.”
Giving a weak, fake laugh, Battler excused the subject. “At least my hand doesn't hurt anymore. So I guess we're even.” Suddenly, he grinned, wide and almost wickedly. “You could give me a hug to make up for hitting me so hard though.” Arms open wide, Battler waited patiently.
“I-I guess I owe you that much.” You scooted into his arms and wrapped your own tightly
around him. “Better?”
“Almost.” As he returned your hug, Battler laid back down on the ground, pulling you on top of him. “Now I'm better.” Having you exactly where he wanted you, he nuzzled his nose in your neck and squeezed you until it became difficult to breathe. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
Tilting your head to the side, you gave him a confused look. “Done what, hugged me?”
“No, not that. You wouldn't have let me just hug you.” He tilted the corner of his mouth up, giving you a crooked grin. “I should have brought you to a dark creepy room, burned my hand, grabbed you and then hugged you, a long time ago.”
“I have no idea why that sounds so sweet.” You blushed. “Because it's really not. It's pretty weird actually. B-besides, if you wanted a hug a long time ago, you should have just asked. The hug's not the problem, it's your groping hands.”
“Yeah, they can be a problem. Maybe that little shock earlier will teach them to behave.” Smiling up at you, Battler gently ran his fingers through your hair. “We should probably head back soon. People are bound to worry, or speculate.”
Honestly, you would much rather have stayed here with Battler than to go back to all the loud mouthed, finger pointing aristocrats. But he was right, staying here too long could get you both in trouble. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You sure about that? Because you aren't moving, and I can't very well get up with you on top of me.” He laughed, squeezing you again.
“O-oh, that's very true.” Blushing again, you stood to your feet, and brushed yourself off.
“What do you two think you're doing in here? You both know this area is off limits.” Eva was standing less than a foot away from you, angry and ready to lecture you both.
“Hurry.” Without first giving Eva an explanation, he grabbed your hand and ran full speed down the dark hall until her yells could no longer be heard. “That was close, too close.” He sighed, then quickly smiled. “So, do you want to meet back here again tomorrow?”
“I'll be fine. You have your bracelet right?” Still pulling you further into the darkness, Battler gave you a reassuring smile. “As long as you have that, nothing can hurt you.” He gave your hand a little squeeze. “I promise.”
“Yes, I have it.” Even with his promise, and your bracelet, you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that something horrible was going to happen. The hair on your arms and neck were standing on end, you were sick to your stomach, your heart was beating like a drum and your hands were shaking. All this because of an unfounded fear you couldn't conquer.
“You're shaking really bad. Are you going to be alright?” He stopped in the middle of the hall, the only light was dim and flickering, threatening to go completely out and any moment. “Do you want to go back? I can't have you passing out on me.”
“No, we can keep going.” You shook your head. “I'll be okay, just, stay close to me.”
Battler let out a quiet, but perverted laugh. “Don't worry, I planned on staying close.” He continued laughing, lowering his head down so your eyes were on the same level. “Very, very, close.” Jerking his head back up, he resumed walking. “I have no idea what's down this hall, or why all the doors have been locked.” He sighed. “But eventually, we'll find an unlocked door. And when we do.” Stopping his sentence short, Battler jiggled an old brass door knob. This one actually turned. “Hey, finally.” The door opened to more darkness.
“There wouldn't happen to be a light switch in here would there? Anymore of this darkness and I think I might go crazy.” Feeling around on nearby walls, you searched for a way to brighten the unfamiliar room. There was nothing. Nothing except books, and they were everywhere. A moment of searching later, you realized you'd lost Battler. “B-Battler, are you there?” You became frantic, running through the pitch black room half screaming out his name. “This isn't funny. Where are you?”
A bright, eerie red light filled the room, but there was still no sign of Battler anywhere. Knowing that someone had to be in the room with you, you proceeded more carefully. Each step sounded like a minor earth quake in your head. Your breathing was like a hurricane. Then, Battler appeared, clutching his stomach, staggering towards you. “I-it got me.”
“W-what got you?” You rushed over to him, searching for his injury. “Y-you look fine to me. What happened? Where were you?”
“In the closet, there's a breaker box, it's ancient.” Wincing, he straightened his back, hand still pressed to his stomach. “You see, I went to turn it on, because you were complaining about how dark it was. That old piece of junk shocked me.”
You wanted to punch him for scaring you like that. “I thought you were seriously hurt. You know, bleeding, stabbed, heart ripped out, something serious. And all this is because you got a little shock?” You shut your eyes and crossed your arms with disapproval. “What a big baby you are.”
“Hey, come on now. Getting shocked can really hurt. Besides, you were the one freaking out because it was dark.” He whimpered. “I do know something that would make my hand feel better though.”
“Oh really, and what's that?” Before you'd even opened your eyes, both Battlers hands were gripping your chest. “Are you serious?” Your reflexes kicked in, not giving you a chance to think about your actions. You didn't realize you'd slapped him until you felt the sting in your own hand.
Battler fell backwards landing in a strange sprawled out position on the floor. “You didn't have to hit me so hard.” He whined, sitting up and placing his red face in his knees.
“I'm sorry, I didn't think. It was natural.” Quickly dropping down to your knees, you took his face in your hands. His left cheek looked like it'd been hit with a frying pan. “Oh my god, I didn't even know I could hit so hard. I'm so, so, so sorry Battler.”
Giving a weak, fake laugh, Battler excused the subject. “At least my hand doesn't hurt anymore. So I guess we're even.” Suddenly, he grinned, wide and almost wickedly. “You could give me a hug to make up for hitting me so hard though.” Arms open wide, Battler waited patiently.
“I-I guess I owe you that much.” You scooted into his arms and wrapped your own tightly
around him. “Better?”
“Almost.” As he returned your hug, Battler laid back down on the ground, pulling you on top of him. “Now I'm better.” Having you exactly where he wanted you, he nuzzled his nose in your neck and squeezed you until it became difficult to breathe. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
Tilting your head to the side, you gave him a confused look. “Done what, hugged me?”
“No, not that. You wouldn't have let me just hug you.” He tilted the corner of his mouth up, giving you a crooked grin. “I should have brought you to a dark creepy room, burned my hand, grabbed you and then hugged you, a long time ago.”
“I have no idea why that sounds so sweet.” You blushed. “Because it's really not. It's pretty weird actually. B-besides, if you wanted a hug a long time ago, you should have just asked. The hug's not the problem, it's your groping hands.”
“Yeah, they can be a problem. Maybe that little shock earlier will teach them to behave.” Smiling up at you, Battler gently ran his fingers through your hair. “We should probably head back soon. People are bound to worry, or speculate.”
Honestly, you would much rather have stayed here with Battler than to go back to all the loud mouthed, finger pointing aristocrats. But he was right, staying here too long could get you both in trouble. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“You sure about that? Because you aren't moving, and I can't very well get up with you on top of me.” He laughed, squeezing you again.
“O-oh, that's very true.” Blushing again, you stood to your feet, and brushed yourself off.
“What do you two think you're doing in here? You both know this area is off limits.” Eva was standing less than a foot away from you, angry and ready to lecture you both.
“Hurry.” Without first giving Eva an explanation, he grabbed your hand and ran full speed down the dark hall until her yells could no longer be heard. “That was close, too close.” He sighed, then quickly smiled. “So, do you want to meet back here again tomorrow?”
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I really liked this. You did an excellent job with keeping Battler in character and this is just a great fanfic overall. Marvelous work my dear.
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