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D.Grayman - One-shot - PG
Title: Propositioned
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parsnip_chan
Requester:firehawk05
Request: Kanda, Lavi, Cloud9, Cross
Genres: Light humor, light action, um…an attempt to give hints at future fic.
Rating and Word Count: PG, 1390 words
Summary: Faced with an execution, several of the exorcists (and scientists) staged a break-out and managed to free Allen from the Order's clutches. Days later, things seem almost normal while Lavi and Allen go head to head against an akuma, but Miranda isn't half as comfortable what with Cross distracting her from the battle at hand.
Notes: This was my first attempt at writing both Miranda and General Cross so I'm sorry if they're a little OOC. I'm still working on my interpretation of Cross's character and how to bring that across, but I think the rest of them are okay. I also hope you like Miranda since this is told from her perspective. Sorry if this wasn't quite what you were looking for in a fic.
Propositioned
Miranda gaped at Cross. He wanted her to do what!
“There's a wonderful little restaurant nearby that serves some of the best venison I've ever tasted. What do you say we go and have lunch while we let the boys clean up this mess?”
Cross flashed Miranda a winning smile, the cigarette smoke curling around his wide-brimmed hat. Miranda gulped and looked away from Cross's twinkling eyes and cringed as Allen went skidding across the roof. The Akuma laughed and lobbed a bomb over towards Allen just for fun.
Miranda felt the sweat glisten across her forehead and it wasn't from the sun. She could feel her Time Record pulse from within the case she carried, reacting to her desire to save her comrades. But they weren't injured, and there wasn't much they could do. Most of the town folk had scattered the minute the Akuma popped into being. Allen and Lavi both appeared uninjured, although how that was possible after the pounding they'd been taking she wasn't sure.
White gloved hands griped hers where it clasped the handle to her record case.
“Miranda?”
Her breath hitched at the contact and the sound of her name being whispered across the older man's lips. She whined as she returned her gaze to the general. Miranda had been warned he was a ladies’ man, but she never thought he would set her sights on her. Was it because she was the only female in the current group?
Why did they have to split from Lenalee and Komui? Wouldn't it have been better to stay as one group rather than letting Komui disappear to set-up a new base of operations now that they had split from the order?
She tugged at her hands, shivering as a covered thumb grazed her knuckles. Warmth spread across her face.
“I can’t. They need me…” She looked again over Cross’s shoulder. Lavi was screaming obscenities at the bulbous creature now butting heads with Allen, literally. Cocking her head, Miranda wondered if Lavi was angrier at the Akuma for resisting death or at Allen for getting in the way.
“Allen and Lavi? Why?” Cross spared a glance at his fellow exorcists. “They’re just playing. They can handle one akuma which means we can leave them to it.”
She sniffed, half in disbelief and half because the smell of gunpowder was going to her head. Or was that the smoke from Cross's cigarette? "Because I'm an exorcist! I have to stay and lend support." She still couldn't say exorcist with stumbling over the word. It was the job she'd held the longest, somehow.
A boom split the air, sending a plume of dust into the atmosphere. Miranda sneezed. With her eyes tearing from the sting of dust, she could just barely make out Cross's swearing and the slight wave of his hand in front of his face. Wiping her eyes one at a time against her shoulder to clear the dust, Miranda just barely caught the hard-edged glint of displeasure in Cross's eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at the cackling monster.
In that moment, Miranda could well believe that Cross was a man that managed to fight the good fight for years without the Order's support. She could almost understand why the Order found him unsettling and distrusted him.
Steeling her spine, Miranda picked up her Time Record and edged her way closer to Allen and Lavi, keeping one eye on the now ruined terrain and her other eye on Cross's imposing figure.
Allen's voice gurgled from within the smoke cloud. "Get off me, Lavi!"
Miranda dashed a forward, keeping the row of buildings pressed up against her back in the hopes that her outfit would blend at least a little into the woodwork. Another step forward brought her friends into focus. Lavi and his hammer were the only things keeping Allen suspended twenty feet into the air and pressed up against the stone archway of the local church. It must have been instinct that saved them from the akuma's attack.
She barely had time to pick them out before the akuma sent a stream of bullets towards them. She gasped as Allen's fist connected with Lavi's head, jarring Lavi to release his hammer and have it shrink, shrink, shrink into a normal size. She sighed in relief as Allen's plummeting body left an imprint in the cobbled street, barely avoiding the rain of bullets and shrapnel.
Miranda wondered if she would ever get used to battle. She preferred the safe zone of her Time Record, even if she was of little use in actual combat. But, she was all they had now. They couldn’t ask the finders to rebel against the Order as they had.
"Miranda!" Cross sidled up against Miranda's side, stealing a white gloved hand down Miranda's arm. "Have dinner with me. I could use a good bath too to wash the dirt away from my skin. You could always join me."
Miranda tore her gaze away from the game of hide-and-seek Lavi and Allen were playing and stared once again at the general. Briefly, she wondered how he managed to keep his gloves pristinely white. Did he have a spare or four tucked beneath his cloak somewhere?
She steeled her spine and stood up straight. "I can't and I won't, Mr. Cross. I must remain nearby to help my friends. I won't forgive myself if they or others die because I wasn't here."
Cross narrowed his eyes at her. "Fine," he said, his tone all business now. "Then I'll just take this." He snatched the case from her hands and turned his back on her. "I don't do this for everyone you know; only the pretty girls with spines are worth my notice."
Miranda gurgled. How dare he! "Give that back," she screeched, running as fast as she could after Cross, doing her best to ignore the heat rushing to her face at her words.
No one had ever said she had a spine before.
Cross ignored her and kept on walking.
Growling under her breath, she dove for her Time Record, one hand on Cross's back and the other playing tug-of-war with one white glove and a precious clock. She was not going to let him take her first friend! It's what had opened the door to a world she never knew before, real friends and a job she could hold all on her own.
Cross flashed her another smile as he turned his body, his free hand raising his gun to rest the nozzle against his shoulder. "I'm glad you decided to join me." His finger pressed the trigger, sending an innocence enhanced bullet straight for the akuma racing towards Miranda while Lavi and Allen ate another round of dust.
An explosion rocked the small town as the Akuma disintegrated under General Cross's weapon. He holstered his innocence back in its place near his heart. Patting it to make sure it was secure, he took the time to pull out another cigarette. He easily lit it with one hand. "Now, as I was saying, I know a lovely little place on the other side of town you might be interested in. Good food, luxurious baths, and some great service."
Cross released the case and moved his hand to cover hers, pulling her along the road.
"I'm not taking no for an answer. Precious Allen and the bookman will recover, but my appetite won't if you make me wait any longer!"
Miranda sputtered and dragged her feet as she followed, feeling the inevitable tug of General Cross's charisma. She had a feeling it was going to be a long road ahead, now that they were AWOL. There was no way they could let Rouvelier execute Allen for his connection to the Millennium Earl.
But a nice meal now and then wasn't so bad. She had to enjoy life while it lasted. Glancing back over her shoulder at her friends, Miranda laughed. They looked thoroughly satisfied, if a bit dismayed. Perhaps they had been playing. Picking up her feet, she trotted a half step closer to Cross.
It was a good day, so far. Everyone was still alive. She hoped they continued to have good days long into the future. If not, well, she always had her Time Record to prolong her goodbyes.
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Author:
parsnip_chanRequester:
firehawk05Request: Kanda, Lavi, Cloud9, Cross
Genres: Light humor, light action, um…an attempt to give hints at future fic.
Rating and Word Count: PG, 1390 words
Summary: Faced with an execution, several of the exorcists (and scientists) staged a break-out and managed to free Allen from the Order's clutches. Days later, things seem almost normal while Lavi and Allen go head to head against an akuma, but Miranda isn't half as comfortable what with Cross distracting her from the battle at hand.
Notes: This was my first attempt at writing both Miranda and General Cross so I'm sorry if they're a little OOC. I'm still working on my interpretation of Cross's character and how to bring that across, but I think the rest of them are okay. I also hope you like Miranda since this is told from her perspective. Sorry if this wasn't quite what you were looking for in a fic.
Miranda gaped at Cross. He wanted her to do what!
“There's a wonderful little restaurant nearby that serves some of the best venison I've ever tasted. What do you say we go and have lunch while we let the boys clean up this mess?”
Cross flashed Miranda a winning smile, the cigarette smoke curling around his wide-brimmed hat. Miranda gulped and looked away from Cross's twinkling eyes and cringed as Allen went skidding across the roof. The Akuma laughed and lobbed a bomb over towards Allen just for fun.
Miranda felt the sweat glisten across her forehead and it wasn't from the sun. She could feel her Time Record pulse from within the case she carried, reacting to her desire to save her comrades. But they weren't injured, and there wasn't much they could do. Most of the town folk had scattered the minute the Akuma popped into being. Allen and Lavi both appeared uninjured, although how that was possible after the pounding they'd been taking she wasn't sure.
White gloved hands griped hers where it clasped the handle to her record case.
“Miranda?”
Her breath hitched at the contact and the sound of her name being whispered across the older man's lips. She whined as she returned her gaze to the general. Miranda had been warned he was a ladies’ man, but she never thought he would set her sights on her. Was it because she was the only female in the current group?
Why did they have to split from Lenalee and Komui? Wouldn't it have been better to stay as one group rather than letting Komui disappear to set-up a new base of operations now that they had split from the order?
She tugged at her hands, shivering as a covered thumb grazed her knuckles. Warmth spread across her face.
“I can’t. They need me…” She looked again over Cross’s shoulder. Lavi was screaming obscenities at the bulbous creature now butting heads with Allen, literally. Cocking her head, Miranda wondered if Lavi was angrier at the Akuma for resisting death or at Allen for getting in the way.
“Allen and Lavi? Why?” Cross spared a glance at his fellow exorcists. “They’re just playing. They can handle one akuma which means we can leave them to it.”
She sniffed, half in disbelief and half because the smell of gunpowder was going to her head. Or was that the smoke from Cross's cigarette? "Because I'm an exorcist! I have to stay and lend support." She still couldn't say exorcist with stumbling over the word. It was the job she'd held the longest, somehow.
A boom split the air, sending a plume of dust into the atmosphere. Miranda sneezed. With her eyes tearing from the sting of dust, she could just barely make out Cross's swearing and the slight wave of his hand in front of his face. Wiping her eyes one at a time against her shoulder to clear the dust, Miranda just barely caught the hard-edged glint of displeasure in Cross's eyes as he glanced over his shoulder at the cackling monster.
In that moment, Miranda could well believe that Cross was a man that managed to fight the good fight for years without the Order's support. She could almost understand why the Order found him unsettling and distrusted him.
Steeling her spine, Miranda picked up her Time Record and edged her way closer to Allen and Lavi, keeping one eye on the now ruined terrain and her other eye on Cross's imposing figure.
Allen's voice gurgled from within the smoke cloud. "Get off me, Lavi!"
Miranda dashed a forward, keeping the row of buildings pressed up against her back in the hopes that her outfit would blend at least a little into the woodwork. Another step forward brought her friends into focus. Lavi and his hammer were the only things keeping Allen suspended twenty feet into the air and pressed up against the stone archway of the local church. It must have been instinct that saved them from the akuma's attack.
She barely had time to pick them out before the akuma sent a stream of bullets towards them. She gasped as Allen's fist connected with Lavi's head, jarring Lavi to release his hammer and have it shrink, shrink, shrink into a normal size. She sighed in relief as Allen's plummeting body left an imprint in the cobbled street, barely avoiding the rain of bullets and shrapnel.
Miranda wondered if she would ever get used to battle. She preferred the safe zone of her Time Record, even if she was of little use in actual combat. But, she was all they had now. They couldn’t ask the finders to rebel against the Order as they had.
"Miranda!" Cross sidled up against Miranda's side, stealing a white gloved hand down Miranda's arm. "Have dinner with me. I could use a good bath too to wash the dirt away from my skin. You could always join me."
Miranda tore her gaze away from the game of hide-and-seek Lavi and Allen were playing and stared once again at the general. Briefly, she wondered how he managed to keep his gloves pristinely white. Did he have a spare or four tucked beneath his cloak somewhere?
She steeled her spine and stood up straight. "I can't and I won't, Mr. Cross. I must remain nearby to help my friends. I won't forgive myself if they or others die because I wasn't here."
Cross narrowed his eyes at her. "Fine," he said, his tone all business now. "Then I'll just take this." He snatched the case from her hands and turned his back on her. "I don't do this for everyone you know; only the pretty girls with spines are worth my notice."
Miranda gurgled. How dare he! "Give that back," she screeched, running as fast as she could after Cross, doing her best to ignore the heat rushing to her face at her words.
No one had ever said she had a spine before.
Cross ignored her and kept on walking.
Growling under her breath, she dove for her Time Record, one hand on Cross's back and the other playing tug-of-war with one white glove and a precious clock. She was not going to let him take her first friend! It's what had opened the door to a world she never knew before, real friends and a job she could hold all on her own.
Cross flashed her another smile as he turned his body, his free hand raising his gun to rest the nozzle against his shoulder. "I'm glad you decided to join me." His finger pressed the trigger, sending an innocence enhanced bullet straight for the akuma racing towards Miranda while Lavi and Allen ate another round of dust.
An explosion rocked the small town as the Akuma disintegrated under General Cross's weapon. He holstered his innocence back in its place near his heart. Patting it to make sure it was secure, he took the time to pull out another cigarette. He easily lit it with one hand. "Now, as I was saying, I know a lovely little place on the other side of town you might be interested in. Good food, luxurious baths, and some great service."
Cross released the case and moved his hand to cover hers, pulling her along the road.
"I'm not taking no for an answer. Precious Allen and the bookman will recover, but my appetite won't if you make me wait any longer!"
Miranda sputtered and dragged her feet as she followed, feeling the inevitable tug of General Cross's charisma. She had a feeling it was going to be a long road ahead, now that they were AWOL. There was no way they could let Rouvelier execute Allen for his connection to the Millennium Earl.
But a nice meal now and then wasn't so bad. She had to enjoy life while it lasted. Glancing back over her shoulder at her friends, Miranda laughed. They looked thoroughly satisfied, if a bit dismayed. Perhaps they had been playing. Picking up her feet, she trotted a half step closer to Cross.
It was a good day, so far. Everyone was still alive. She hoped they continued to have good days long into the future. If not, well, she always had her Time Record to prolong her goodbyes.
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