Puck's Prose

[Puck]

Here's a loooong overdue request from Hinata. ^^; It's not my best work, and I haven't ever watched either of these animes, but I hope that I did Kiki and Kid justice. From what Hinata told me, it seems that Utau and Kid got into a fight when Utau wanted Kid to demonstrate his powers. She tried to attack Misao, and Kid tried to protect her, and ended up getting hurt. Here is a scene from the hospital, where Kiki's watching over the sleeping Kid.

Hanging On...For Her Sake

....beep.....beep.....beep....

Kiki's brown eyes resembled a full glass that was about to spill over. A sea of uncertainty and worry was hiding inside them, with waves of tears constantly crashing against the outer walls.

The cause for her worry and sadness was the poor sight that lay before her on the hospital bed. The formerly intimadating Death the Kid was there, a distinct blow to the right side of his head, along with several other obviously painful markings all over his small body.

"I hate that..." Kiki sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. She felt as though she might doze off if she stayed that way, though, so she shook her head, forcing herself to stay awake with Kid. "That selfish brat!" Kiki spat out, another tear sliding down her face in anger.

Utau. That selfish, impatient, evil witch! This was her fault, all of it. If she hadn't tried to hurt Misao...

Misao.

"No, this is her fault!" Kiki said, shaking her head as the tears continued to fall. If she hadn't been in the way, then perhaps Utau wouldn't have tried to harm her and Kid wouldn't have...

"No...this is my fault," Kiki whispered to herself. "If I had...taken the attack, if I had been there when he needed me....oh, Kid!" She cried some more, hot tears stinging her eyes as she leaned forward against the bed, resting her face on Kid's apparently lifeless chest.

....beep.....beep......bzzzzzp.....

Kiki sat upright at the sound, looking at Kid with a terrified expression. "N-No, Kid, don't do this...." She shook her head violently. "Please, no....you've got to wake up. Maka, Soul, they need you....the school needs you....I need you..."

Kiki sobbed even harder now as the machine that was hooked up to her boyfriend kept making that awful sound. Like he was dead...like he wasn't coming back...

Wiping her eyes, Kiki looked up again, staring at Kid's perfectly symettrical face for a moment. Tentatively, she leaned forward, kissing his lips gently before going back to her crying.

bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzp..............beep..........beep....

"H-Huh?" She looked up again, nearly shouting for joy when she saw that the machine was making life sounds again. Unable to deal with all this excitement on such little sleep, Kiki slowly felt her eyes begin to close, and soon she was asleep, her head still resting on the edge of the bed. And, though she could no longer feel it, Kid's fingers moved just enough so as to hold her hand in his through the night.

He would be okay...she needed him.

[Free]

awwww this made me sad. But it was so good. i loved it

[Kiki]

Aww!! Poor Kiddi! But same as Free, I love this!!!

[Grell Sutcliff]

Thank you! I was hoping that you guys would like it!

[Puck]

Christmas present for Clopin! She wanted me to write something to the song "Here in Your Arms" by Hellogoodbye. So, here you go. It's Puck and Clopin's senior year, and they're spending winter vacation together.

Here in Your Arms[/size]

"Here, Puck, try and dodge this!"

Clopin laughed, sending a snowball directly to the side of Puck's head. The boy winced, scowling down at the gypsy from his place in the air.

"Little good-for-nothing, puppeteering..." Puck muttered, narrowing his eyes as he raised a hand to his face.

"What was that, mon ami?" Clopin laughed again, balling up another handful of snow. Clopin loved snowball fights, expecially when the competition was fierce and he was winning. As the gypsy bent down again to get some more snow, Puck flew around behind the other, hitting him in the back of the head with a snowball that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. It sent Clopin's hat flying, and before the gypsy could react, Puck was zooming after it.

"Merde, my hat," Clopin muttered before taking off after the Fae. Reaching Puck, he saw that the little imp was now wearing his hat, and floating triumphantly out of Clopin's reach.

"Why, you little-get back down here!" Clopin yelled, putting his hands on his hips in an annoyed huff. Puck snickered, floating down to ground level. However, he was still holding the hat up out of Clopin's reach, and with that they began a sort of dance out in the snow, Puck hopping up just away from the gypsy's fingers. Laughing at Clopin's inability to retrieve his lost article of clothing, Puck continued to bounce around, Clopin starting to lose his breath. WIth a tired sigh, Clopin stepped back, eying Puck with a scowl. Then, he got an idea. Grinning mischievously, Puck barely had time to get suspicious before Clopin had tackled him into the snow, jerking the hat from his hands. They rolled around for awhile, Puck struggling to regain the hat, but it was all in vain, as Clopin had taken to shoving snow into the other's face at his efforts. After a few minutes of this, Puck found that he could no longer feel his arms from the cold, so with a sigh of defeat, at last gave in. Clopin smirked, placing the now wet hat back onto his head with a grin of triumpth. Still smiling, he looked down at the frozen Fae, chuckling when he saw that Puck was shivering.

"Are you cold, mon amour?" Clopin asked, feigning surprise. Puck rolled his eyes, his teeth chattering slightly as he wrapped his freezing arms around himself. Clopin laughed again, leaning down to kiss the other in the midst of their little snowbank.

Sitting up, Clopin helped pull Puck into a standing position so that they might walk back to their little cottage. They had gone vacationing in Paris for their Christmas break this year, and the snow here...was quite a magical sight indeed.
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When they had arrived back at their home, Clopin led Puck to the couch, still shivering and dripping melted snow from the many layers of clothing he worn. Helping the poor boy out of a few, he himself stipped down to a worn purple sweater and thick woolen pants. Puck himself was wearing a green sweater and brown woolen pants, so they were both dressed in considerable warm clothing. Clopin had already warmed up, as he was used to the weather from his time in Paris, but Puck apparently was still cold, and had kept his arms wrapped around his torso firmly.

With a small shake of his head, Clopin wrapped the other into a hug as they sat on the couch. Flicking on the TV, Clopin sighed, pausing to pull an afgan overtop of them. Some Christmas special was playing, he wasn't sure which. It was at a commercial break now.

"If it's all the same to you, I'm growing a bit tired of Christmas movies," Clopin laughed, looking down at Puck. The boy only nodded, his teeth still chattering as he burried his face into the other's chest. Clopin snorted a laugh, changing the channel to some music video station. The video that was playing appeared to involve some kids at summer camp going through some very interesting situations.

"Was my little prince really that cold?" Clopin mused, holding the other closer as he looked down again. Puck sighed, rolling over onto his side so as to get more comfortable. He nodded, closing his eyes tiredly as he rested his head on Clopin's shoulder. Clopin smiled, turning his attention back to the video. It was actually a very good song, and the video was good enough. However, he was rather tired from all their running around outside, and so he began to shut his eyes, not really paying attention to the video.

"What's this song called?" Puck mumbled from his place in the other's arm.

Clopin opened one eye, looking down at the other. "Hmm? Oh, it's called 'Here in Your Arms'', by Hellogoodbye, or something like that."

"I like it. It's...nice."

Clopin smiled. The lyrics were rather appropriate at the moment. "Oh do you? Well then, do you think that it should be 'our song', or whatever you would call something like that?"

Puck blushed slightly, snuggling his head closer against the other's chest. "Hmm, yeah. It really fits us." The boy smiled, holding the gypsy just a bit tighter in his arms.

Clopin raised an eyebrow, blushing a little himself. With a shy smile, he leaned towards the other's ear, whispering the lines of the chorus to Puck. "Well, you are the one, the one that lies close to me. Whispers, 'Hello, I miss you quite terribly.' I fell in love, in love with you suddenly, now there's no place else I could be but here in your arms..."

Puck smiled in his sleep, and Clopin couldn't help but lean down to kiss the other's cheek sweetly at the sight. Sighing happily, he leaned his head back against the arm of the couch, closing his own eyes as he began to doze off.

"I like, where you sleep, when you sleep next to me..." he whispered to himself, listening quietly to the sound of Puck's breathing as the video began to end.

[Clopin]

I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. X3
Thank you!! This is one of the most awesome Christmas presents! <3

[Puck]

You're welcome! ;D I'm glad that you like it!
You're present was pretty awesome as well :3 I hope that this one was just as good!

[Clopin]

Aw, thank you! XD
And don't worry, it was just as good! :3

[Puck]

Is this historically inaccurate? Yes, yes it is. Do I care? No, no I don't.

The Ship of Dreams
Chapter 2: "Are You Paid Well For What You Do?"

Our stay onboard the ship lasted a bit longer than I originally expected. The ship was to be docked for about a week before the voyage started, and things started to grow rather boring indeed. I managed to keep myself entertained by further annoying my new servant, but even that had its limits to how much it could amuse me.But looking back on it now, I suppose that I should have savored the extra time…

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"Sir, is this the towel that you asked for?"

Robin turned sharp from his place in his chair, raising an eyebrow at the speed with which Trouillefou had returned to his cabin. Having only sent him a minute or so ago, it was nice to see that someone was doing their job correctly.

"Yes, I believe it is," Robin smirked as he rose from the seat, stepping briskly over to where Clopin was standing. Taking the white towel from his hand, he moved over to a wash basin on a desk in the room. Splashing the water onto his face, he took the towel and dried himself off with a pleased smile. "Ah, that's much better. Now then, I have another task for you, Trouillefou."

Clopin sighed inwardly, though his face remained unchanged. His "master" had been running him ragged all morning, doing strange tasks that Clopin saw to be both frivolous and pointless. Even now, as Robin told the gypsy that there was another task to be at hand, the man threw the used towel over his shoulder carelessly. Frowning, Clopin bent down to pick it up, still keeping his eyes on the man. "What do you ask of me, sir?"

Pausing for a moment, Robin turned to stare out the window of his cabin. He seemed to have his mind elsewhere, and after a moment, his servant cleared his throat, indicating for the other to continue. Turning at the sound once again, Robin smiled.

"Take the rest of the day off. Go one, have some fun and enjoy yourself. I doubt that you'll get a chance such as this again!" Robin chuckled, genuinely smiling at the gypsy for a moment. Blinking in surprise, it took Trouillefou a minute to register what he had said.

"Excuse me, sir, but did you say…take the day off? Are you sure? What if you should-"

"Dammit, Trouillefou, I said 'go'! I believe I can handle myself for a mere few hours!" Robin sighed irritably, turning back to look out the window. Clopin's eyes widened slightly at the sudden offense. He had taken used to his master's unusually high temper as of late, but it still surprised him how quickly Robin could fall into a snit.

Clopin gave a small bow, "Forgive my actions, sir. I was only trying to-"

Robin glared in his direction, leaving his place by the window to move closer. Shutting the gypsy up entirely, he narrowed his eyes, looking the man up and down critically. "I would advise that you shut that ugly Roma mouth of yours, and do as I say from now on," Robin glared at the other, his eye level resting at about the same height, as they were both tall men. Clopin, who had remained a bit shocked up to this point, frowned, and bit his lip, trying to control the anger that was rising in his chest. Continuing, Robin smirked, putting his hands on his hips as he spoke. "As long as you work for me, you will do what I say without question. Or else there will be consequences," to demonstrate this, Puck raised a hand above his head, as though he were about to strike the servant.

This time, however, Clopin reacted a little differently. Straightening ump he glared at Robin, seemingly growing a few feet taller as he stood. Robin slowly lowered his hand, taking a step back as Clopin continued to glare at him. After a minute or so, he backed away, giving a small dip of the head before muttering, "As you wish, sir," and leaving the cabin with an abrupt shut of the door.

Still staring at the door, Robin eventually regained his composure, scowling after the gypsy as he left. Servants now a days. Hmph.

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"So Trouillefou, I hear your still working' fer that Fae brat…"

The speaker gave a deep, throaty laugh, taking a swig from the beer bottle in his palm. The surrounding gypsy men laughed, the speaker slapping the younger man on the back heartily. Clopin shook his head, a tired smile on his face. A group of the gypsies onboard the vessel had all went onto the deck, bringing along a lantern, some chairs, and blankets. There they all sat, huddled around one another and telling stories. Not a woman was among them, as no one had thought it best to bring along womenfolk to do this sort of work day and night. Too dangerous.

"I hear he's got more money than half these passengers combined…"

"He does indeed," Clopin nodded, pausing to take a drink from his own bottle. "And thankfully, he pays well."

"Oy, maybe so, but my mistress 'pays me well', too, if ya know what I mean, hehe," One of the other men elbowed another playfully, raising a laugh from many of the gypsies. Clopin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, giving a more disgusted expression than before. He hated the way that these others talked so frequently and without shame of the sort of things they did to earn money. It wasn't as if Trouillefou hadn't been forced into doing these things as well; he had, he just chose not to talk about it. He certainly didn't boast about things that he held total shame for.

"Hey, that idiotic Fae's a bit of a pansy…just how well IS he paying' you, Trouillefou?" A few of the men snickered, some howling and giving cat-calls. Clopin's face burned with rage, and he narrowed his eyes, standing up from his chair suddenly. This resulted in even more laughter, which increased as Clopin turned to head back to Robin's cabin. Ignoring the shouts and profanities coming form the little "campfire" of theirs, he sighed as he reached the cabin door, their words still echoing in his ears.

The though disgusted him. The though of he, Clopin Trouillefou, stuck with that…that pompous brat of a master! Scowling, he could feel his irritation growing as he stepped into the room, glancing around quickly in search of Robin Fae. It was high-time that he gave that annoying, spoiled little rich boy a piece of his mind….

Clopin stopped dead in his tracks when at last he caught sight of the other. He was leaning forward on his desk, his sweating forehead resting on his arm. He had apparently been working on something or other when he had fallen asleep in his chair, as he was now drooling on an unfinished paper beneath him. As Clopin moved closer, he gently moved the other's head so as to see just what he had been writing. It looked to be some sort of letter, addressed to someone named…Diary?

Clopin rolled his eyes at his own stupidity. Of course it wasn't a letter; his master was merely keeping a journal. With a sigh, he gently pulled Robin from his place in the chair, taking him into his arms with ease. Being careful so as not to jostle the other and awaken him, Clopin walked slowly towards the bed at the other end of the room. As he walked, he felt Robin stirring, and cautiously looked down to see him leaning closer against Clopin's chest, using one hand to hold onto the other's shirt. His eyes widening, Clopin blushed, moving more quickly over to the bed and sitting him down carefully. Robin sighed as he did so, curling up into a little ball on the blankets.

What a child, Clopin rolled his eyes, turning his back on the sleeping boy. His dark eyes fell on the journal still resting on the table, and he raised an eyebrow as an idea came to mind. Cautiously, he crept over to the table, never taking his eyes off his still asleep master. If he was caught in his next actions…there was no telling just what kind of temper Robin would get into then.

Eying the journal thoughtfully, he squinted his eyes in the darkness, trying to read whatever it was that Robin had written in that swirly handwriting of his.

Dear Diary,
This trip is so far turning out to be unbelievably dull. In fact, I only brought you out at the moment because there was nothing else to do. On the plus side of the trip, I've managed to find a marvelous way to spend time away from my family, and that's by staying in my cabin and claiming to be out "womanizing". Oh dear Lord.
I've also managed to gain a new servant for the time being. Clopin Trouillefou, a gypsy if you can believe it. He has the most peculiar accent, though it is rather interesting to listen to. It is most amusing to watch him get all frustrated when I give him task after meaningless task, haha.
There is one thing about him that I could do without. His eyes…he has the darkest pair of brown eyes…and they're rather unsettling...

Clopin frowned as he finished reading what little Robin had written, glancing back over his shoulder at the sleeping Fae. He had…unsettling eyes? How odd for him to notice something that…strange. Shaking his head, Clopin paused one last time to look at the other before heading out of the room in direction of the gypsies sleeping quarters.

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That night, I dreamed of eyes. Dark, brown, unsettling eyes...

[Clopin]

Puck as Alois, eh? XDD
I seriously loved this chapter! The whole discussion with Clopin and the other gypsies was well-done, along with Puck's diary entry.

[Puck]

Ah, thank you! I was worried that I totally failed on the conversation between the gypsies XD But it was fun to write!

[Garnar]

Loved the new chapter!

[Puck]

Thank you Garnar! ^_^

*Whew!* Just finished this LOOONG meme on dA:

[Puck]

New Puck/Clopin fic up! www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1738393-Your-Ass-Is-Mine
NOTE: This is NOT a mature fic. I'm officially taking a break from writing those, because for one thing, I'm just not in the mood to. But mostly, I just really, really doubt my smut-writing abilities at the moment. I'm not good at writing them, in my opinion, and it's embarrassing enough to put up mature fics, and even more embarrassing when they suck. The reason that there is a link is because there is some more cursing, and the subject matter is a little innpropriate, though not inappropriate enough to be smut. It's just a little humor piece that came to mind and I thought was funny.

[Clopin]

Oh that's amusing now. I would have loved to see that happen. XD