Post by Puck on Dec 6, 2010 17:18:44 GMT -5
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Got an idea for this today at school. I was thinking about how Puck and Clopin are defenders of the school now, so I figured that battles would have to take place at some point. This is about one of the final battles, one that would help determine the school's future...or so you think...
Hanging On For Dear Life
"Puck!"
Clopin's hoarse cry rang out over the battlement, just barely reaching the ears of the the falling student. The enemy's sword ran deep through Puck's side, sending him spiraling to the ground from the air above. He fell twenty feet to the ground, about a hundred yards from where Clopin stood.
The gypsy ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the fallen solider, ignoring whatever happened to be in his way. He ran through bushes, thorns stinging his tan skin as he rushed over. He never felt a single one, Puck being the only thing on his mind.
The boy had been attacked while flying, something that neither of them had anticipated when they had gone into battle. This was to be the fight that determined it all, the one that would foretell the future of Animated High. And now, one of their most valuable soldiers was wounded, perhaps worse.
But that can't happen, Clopin told himself as he ran, spotting the crumpled boy in the distance, …Right?
Puck lay with his back to Clopin on the ground, unmoving and obviously in pain. The ground was hard and cold, supporting no visible life. Clopin only hoped that it was supporting one form of life at the moment.
"Puck," he spoke urgently, reaching him on the ground. He turned him over, shaking his shoulders gently. Puck's eyes were closed, the color drained from his pale face. He as breathing, but barely.
"Puck, listen to me, you have to get up," Clopin said firmly. "Come on, if we hurry we can get you back before they attack again…ohhh…."
Clopin's eyes widened at the deep crimson stains on Puck's torso, a large rip in his once purple shirt. The blade had done much harm, and Puck was just barely hanging on from the wound.
"Puck?" Clopin said softly, fearing the worst. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the boy begin to open his eyes. He gave a weak smile, wincing at the pain of his attack.
Clopin held him in his arms, praying to someone, anyone, that might help them at the moment.
"Puck, we have to get you back to the base, now," Clopin said, pulling back to support the student's shoulders.
Puck shook his head gently. "No. It's too late, Clopin. I'm…I'm not going back…"
Clopin shook his head furiously as Puck's words sank in, pulling him closer. "No, no Puck, no. You're…this can't happen, you're immortal!" The pain in Clopin's brown eyes was evident, and he struggled to keep from breaking into tears.
Puck winced, trying to sit up. "That blade…was no ordinary blade, and that was no ordinary soldier. It was a reaper. Their blades can break through anything, and severe the life record of anyone, be they mortal or not."
"So you're…" Tears welled in Clopin's eyes. "No," he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. "You're going to be alright. We'll bring you back to the base. Grell can--"
Puck reached up wit difficulty, putting a finger to Clopin's lips. "Shhh…it's alright. Hey, at least you won't have to worry about saving me anymore," Puck smiled weakly, trying to laugh.
Tears fell from the gypsy's eyes, dotting the boy's already soaked shirt. "Puck…please, please don't leave me.." he whispered, putting a gloved hand to his face. Puck smiled softly, nuzzling his face against the glove like he always did. "I can't live without you…"
Puck looked up, shaking his head. "Hey, death can't stop true love. It can only delay if for little awhile," he breathed, still smiling.
Clopin cried bitter tears at Puck's utterance of those lines, remembering the book he had been reading the day the had first started going together.
"I'll go to Grell. He'll do the same to me--"
"No, he won't," Puck gasped out, his voice becoming a bit more strained. "They-They dulled his death scythe's blade. He won't be able to use it against an immortal now. Clopin, don't…don't try. I don't want you to…"
"So you don't want me, is that it? You don't want me to be with you in the afterlife?" Clopin's tone was demanding now, almost hysterical.
"Of course I do. I just…don't want you…to give up…" Puck coughed, groaning as he coughs shook his broken form.
Clopin put Puck's head to his chest for a moment, drying his tears on the other's white hair. Would this really be the last time that he felt it against his skin? That he held the other in his arms?
"Puck…I love you so much. Please….don't leave me," Clopin pleaded. "Please…"
Puck reached up to touch the other's face. "Shh, don't cry. Otherwise I'll start crying, and I don't…don't want you to remember me like this," Puck sniffed, smiling softly up at the gypsy. "Just…Just hold me."
Clopin nodded, pulling the other closer against his warm chest. Thunder rumbled softly overhead, the sky a tired and formidable gray.
"Clopin…" Puck said into the other's chest. His voice was only a whisper now, and Clopin looked urgently down to the other as if he were a new born child.
"What is it, mon petit cynge?" Clopin asked gently.
"I love you…"
Clopin swallowed back another rain of tears, nodding to what the other had said. Gently, so as not to hurt him, Clopin pulled him into a kiss, his lips fitting perfectly against the others. A tear from the gypsy's eye slid down to fall against Puck's closed eye, making the other blink open his eye.
"Clopin," Puck said as they pulled apart. He was looking up to the sky, smiling softly with a dazed expression in his eyes. Gone was the pain and sadness that had been hiding there before, replaced by a look of pure joy and wonder.
"What is it, Puck?" Clopin choked out.
"I see…us. It's the record Grell told me about…it's beautiful." Puck sighed.
"Puck…" Clopin said after a moment. "Puck!" Clopin's eyes widened, and he took the other's shoulders in his hands, shaking them. "No, no, don't you dare leave me out here, you little imp," Clopin shook his head violently, tears starting to form again as the other remained motionless.
"NO!!!" He cried, burying his face in the other's chest.
"Please…don't go…I love you…"
The thunder crashed overhead, the clouds at last opening up to let forth a gentle rain.
Clopin sobbed, not even noticing the cold rain soaking both of their clothes. Puck's blood stained Clopin's own clothes as well, though he wasn't able to notice as he rocked back and forth with the other pressed to his chest, his fogged over eyes gazing at something unseen by the gypsy.
---
Clopin bolted upright in his bed, panting heavily as he clawed away the sheets. He ran a shaking hand through his damp hair, cold sweat glistening his forehead. Clopin had been clutching at a pillow during his sleep, and picking it back up from where it had fallen, he could feel that it was damp with tears.
What was that all about? He thought, gazing through the darkness of his room to stare at nothing. That dream…it felt so real. I thought he was…
Clopin was startled by a sudden knock at the door, followed by the hesitant opening of which by none other than Puck. The boy smiled to see that Clopin was up, and whispered, "Good morning."
Moving across the room, Puck opened the blinds, showering the small dorm room with light. Clopin blinked sleepily, letting out a tired yawn as Puck plopped down beside him on the bed.
"Good morning to you as well," Clopin said, a hint of disbelief in his tone. Of course it had only been a dream…there was no way that either of them could be killed by anything…right?
Looking at the other for a moment, Clopin pulled Puck into a tight hug, burying his face in the other's long hair. Startled, Puck blinked, hugging the back after a moment.
"Lord, what was that all about?" Puck laughed, pulling apart. "You act like you're hanging on to me for dear life."
Clopin cupped the other's face in his hand, running his fingers through Puck's silvery hair. "I am indeed," Clopin nodded. "I'm hanging on for a very dear life indeed."
Puck didn't question the gypsy as he hugged him again, holding the other back gently with a confused expression.
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Got an idea for this today at school. I was thinking about how Puck and Clopin are defenders of the school now, so I figured that battles would have to take place at some point. This is about one of the final battles, one that would help determine the school's future...or so you think...
Hanging On For Dear Life
"Puck!"
Clopin's hoarse cry rang out over the battlement, just barely reaching the ears of the the falling student. The enemy's sword ran deep through Puck's side, sending him spiraling to the ground from the air above. He fell twenty feet to the ground, about a hundred yards from where Clopin stood.
The gypsy ran as fast as his legs would carry him to the fallen solider, ignoring whatever happened to be in his way. He ran through bushes, thorns stinging his tan skin as he rushed over. He never felt a single one, Puck being the only thing on his mind.
The boy had been attacked while flying, something that neither of them had anticipated when they had gone into battle. This was to be the fight that determined it all, the one that would foretell the future of Animated High. And now, one of their most valuable soldiers was wounded, perhaps worse.
But that can't happen, Clopin told himself as he ran, spotting the crumpled boy in the distance, …Right?
Puck lay with his back to Clopin on the ground, unmoving and obviously in pain. The ground was hard and cold, supporting no visible life. Clopin only hoped that it was supporting one form of life at the moment.
"Puck," he spoke urgently, reaching him on the ground. He turned him over, shaking his shoulders gently. Puck's eyes were closed, the color drained from his pale face. He as breathing, but barely.
"Puck, listen to me, you have to get up," Clopin said firmly. "Come on, if we hurry we can get you back before they attack again…ohhh…."
Clopin's eyes widened at the deep crimson stains on Puck's torso, a large rip in his once purple shirt. The blade had done much harm, and Puck was just barely hanging on from the wound.
"Puck?" Clopin said softly, fearing the worst. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the boy begin to open his eyes. He gave a weak smile, wincing at the pain of his attack.
Clopin held him in his arms, praying to someone, anyone, that might help them at the moment.
"Puck, we have to get you back to the base, now," Clopin said, pulling back to support the student's shoulders.
Puck shook his head gently. "No. It's too late, Clopin. I'm…I'm not going back…"
Clopin shook his head furiously as Puck's words sank in, pulling him closer. "No, no Puck, no. You're…this can't happen, you're immortal!" The pain in Clopin's brown eyes was evident, and he struggled to keep from breaking into tears.
Puck winced, trying to sit up. "That blade…was no ordinary blade, and that was no ordinary soldier. It was a reaper. Their blades can break through anything, and severe the life record of anyone, be they mortal or not."
"So you're…" Tears welled in Clopin's eyes. "No," he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. "You're going to be alright. We'll bring you back to the base. Grell can--"
Puck reached up wit difficulty, putting a finger to Clopin's lips. "Shhh…it's alright. Hey, at least you won't have to worry about saving me anymore," Puck smiled weakly, trying to laugh.
Tears fell from the gypsy's eyes, dotting the boy's already soaked shirt. "Puck…please, please don't leave me.." he whispered, putting a gloved hand to his face. Puck smiled softly, nuzzling his face against the glove like he always did. "I can't live without you…"
Puck looked up, shaking his head. "Hey, death can't stop true love. It can only delay if for little awhile," he breathed, still smiling.
Clopin cried bitter tears at Puck's utterance of those lines, remembering the book he had been reading the day the had first started going together.
"I'll go to Grell. He'll do the same to me--"
"No, he won't," Puck gasped out, his voice becoming a bit more strained. "They-They dulled his death scythe's blade. He won't be able to use it against an immortal now. Clopin, don't…don't try. I don't want you to…"
"So you don't want me, is that it? You don't want me to be with you in the afterlife?" Clopin's tone was demanding now, almost hysterical.
"Of course I do. I just…don't want you…to give up…" Puck coughed, groaning as he coughs shook his broken form.
Clopin put Puck's head to his chest for a moment, drying his tears on the other's white hair. Would this really be the last time that he felt it against his skin? That he held the other in his arms?
"Puck…I love you so much. Please….don't leave me," Clopin pleaded. "Please…"
Puck reached up to touch the other's face. "Shh, don't cry. Otherwise I'll start crying, and I don't…don't want you to remember me like this," Puck sniffed, smiling softly up at the gypsy. "Just…Just hold me."
Clopin nodded, pulling the other closer against his warm chest. Thunder rumbled softly overhead, the sky a tired and formidable gray.
"Clopin…" Puck said into the other's chest. His voice was only a whisper now, and Clopin looked urgently down to the other as if he were a new born child.
"What is it, mon petit cynge?" Clopin asked gently.
"I love you…"
Clopin swallowed back another rain of tears, nodding to what the other had said. Gently, so as not to hurt him, Clopin pulled him into a kiss, his lips fitting perfectly against the others. A tear from the gypsy's eye slid down to fall against Puck's closed eye, making the other blink open his eye.
"Clopin," Puck said as they pulled apart. He was looking up to the sky, smiling softly with a dazed expression in his eyes. Gone was the pain and sadness that had been hiding there before, replaced by a look of pure joy and wonder.
"What is it, Puck?" Clopin choked out.
"I see…us. It's the record Grell told me about…it's beautiful." Puck sighed.
"Puck…" Clopin said after a moment. "Puck!" Clopin's eyes widened, and he took the other's shoulders in his hands, shaking them. "No, no, don't you dare leave me out here, you little imp," Clopin shook his head violently, tears starting to form again as the other remained motionless.
"NO!!!" He cried, burying his face in the other's chest.
"Please…don't go…I love you…"
The thunder crashed overhead, the clouds at last opening up to let forth a gentle rain.
Clopin sobbed, not even noticing the cold rain soaking both of their clothes. Puck's blood stained Clopin's own clothes as well, though he wasn't able to notice as he rocked back and forth with the other pressed to his chest, his fogged over eyes gazing at something unseen by the gypsy.
---
Clopin bolted upright in his bed, panting heavily as he clawed away the sheets. He ran a shaking hand through his damp hair, cold sweat glistening his forehead. Clopin had been clutching at a pillow during his sleep, and picking it back up from where it had fallen, he could feel that it was damp with tears.
What was that all about? He thought, gazing through the darkness of his room to stare at nothing. That dream…it felt so real. I thought he was…
Clopin was startled by a sudden knock at the door, followed by the hesitant opening of which by none other than Puck. The boy smiled to see that Clopin was up, and whispered, "Good morning."
Moving across the room, Puck opened the blinds, showering the small dorm room with light. Clopin blinked sleepily, letting out a tired yawn as Puck plopped down beside him on the bed.
"Good morning to you as well," Clopin said, a hint of disbelief in his tone. Of course it had only been a dream…there was no way that either of them could be killed by anything…right?
Looking at the other for a moment, Clopin pulled Puck into a tight hug, burying his face in the other's long hair. Startled, Puck blinked, hugging the back after a moment.
"Lord, what was that all about?" Puck laughed, pulling apart. "You act like you're hanging on to me for dear life."
Clopin cupped the other's face in his hand, running his fingers through Puck's silvery hair. "I am indeed," Clopin nodded. "I'm hanging on for a very dear life indeed."
Puck didn't question the gypsy as he hugged him again, holding the other back gently with a confused expression.
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