paixaorpg | Finding One's Light [Complete]

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Finding One's Light [Complete]

Characters: Laharl and Flonne
Content: OMG Laharl's free, and Flonne finds him.
Setting: Alley near J7 Actua Are
Time: Night
Warnings: Maybe a titch of angst, but most likely, omgyayness, fluff. *A*

Laharl was still not himself. Darkness still swirled around him and eyes glowing yellow, moving about in a more animal way, hands often resting on the ground. His reclaimed scarf was only haphazardly wrapped about his shoulders, not being right of mind to fix it back properly. All he had a sense of was that he had to hide and that he was looking for someone. Two someones, to be exact. Who? Why? None of those answers could find themselves into his mind, although deep down a voice cried out their answers, desperate to be heard.

He'd found himself outside, when he'd escaped and soon had found himself by the wall of the city's massive domes with a unexplainable urge to want to get inside. He'd soon enough managed to sneak in through a gate rather easily as night began to fall, and slipped right away into an alleyway, hiding amongst the shadows. Slinking between alleyways, he mostly avoided being seen by anyone as something deep down wanted avoid being spotted. He moved fairly quickly, moving deeper into Paixao before he finally started to sccumb once more to the strong toxins that had been injected into him, the last dose having been double, not to mention the injuries that Larxene had inflicted upon him. Pain through his arm and shoulder had begun to register once more.

Finally the demon's energy gave out, the adrenaline that had helped free him and fuel him so far having finally failed. Choosing a final alleyway to hide in, as he collapsed from exhaustion, only the darkness that had been forced into him giving him any energy now. He managed to at least keep himself upright, curled up against the brick wall, and there he huddled in the dark. Only glowing eyes and quiet whimpers could be seen and heard from the alley

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Flonne knew she shouldn't be out alone, not at night and especially not after the kidnappings that had happened.

That had been nearly a week ago, and still she, Etna, and Ivan had found no sign of Laharl. Flonne found it harder and harder to return to the hotel room they shared after day after day of fruitless searching, and finally decided she wanted to go on a walk tonight. She'd slipped out and was now wandering the streets, making sure to keep the hotel in sight - she didn't want to get lost again.

Lost in her own thoughts and worries, she nearly passed the figure curled in the alleyway. Only quiet whimpering alerted her, and she turned her head, searching for the source of the noise. "Hello?" she called softly. "Is anyone there?"

Catching sight of the figure, she crossed the street and knelt next to it. "Hi there," she greeted it quietly with a smile, trying to reassure it. "Are you alri-"

The bottom dropped out of her world midsentence as she finally saw just who this figure was. "L-L-L-" she stammered, finally managing a shocked cry. "Laharl!"

He froze at the voice. The feeling of familiarity flooded through him, but also fear. He hadn't wanted to be seen. He was meant to be hiding. It was too late to try to move, she was already next to him, talking.

Instincts muffled the voice deep down calling out the girls name and he slowly let out a growl. Like a wounded animal cornered, he felt threatened and her sudden cry caused him to panic.

He leapt at her, bearing down upon her to pin her to the ground, claws threatening to dig into her shoulders and fanged teeth plunging for her neck... but stopped.

The growl died, replaced by shuddering breath as he crouched over her, his nose lightly brushing her neck. Slowly he lifted his head up, eyes flickering. A moment of awareness seemed to pass through them. Then he recoiled like he'd been stung and was off her like a flash, huddling back against the wall.

"...R-Run...." he said in a strange voice that sounded like it was struggling against something unseen.

Flonne could do nothing but gasp in shock as she was thrown to the ground and pinned there, claws digging into her shoulders. The pain from broken skin was pushed aside for something greater. Something was wrong...she was nearly choking on the darkness emanating from her friend...

That was it, she realized. There was too much darkness, even for Laharl.

She jerked out of her thoughts and back in the present just in time to see the Laharl she knew resurface in those golden eyes, just for a moment, before he was off her, curled once more against the wall, telling her to run.

"No." She was on her feet again almost before she knew what she was doing, what she was saying. "I won't leave you, Laharl." She approached him, eyes never leaving him, until she was close enough to brush a hand over his shoulder. It was all she could do to keep from recoiling at the touch. So much darkness...

Emboldened by his plight, she wrapped her arms tightly around him, calling upon all the holy magic she could muster and pushing against the darkness within him, trying to force it out. It had to work. It just had to.

He jerked at her touch. She was meant to be running! He didn't know how much longer he could hold back. Run... Run...

Then she was against him, her arms around him. He struggled against her embrace for a moment, before he stopped as he cried out in surprise as her warm and gentle magic suddenly began to wash over him, forcing the intruding darkness from him.

Part of him fought against it, but quickly his own arms found their way around her, holding her tightly as he felt himself coming into control once more. He didn't want her to stop. She was doing it!

The darkness that was drowning him in his mind receded. Coils of darkness poured from him, till it was gone, leaving behind the broken demon boy who was himself once more.

"F-Flonne..." he whispered after a moment, before he slowly started to slump against her.

Flonne clung tightly to the Overlord, concentrating too hard on ridding him of darkness to even notice his arms around her. Finally she had pushed out all the excess darkness she could find in him, returning once again to reality as she heard her name.

"Laharl," she replied quietly, sliding to her knees as his full weight became too much for her to support. Her head spun for a few seconds before she shook it roughly to set it right - she hadn't realized just how much magic she'd used to push out the darkness. And she still wasn't done, she realized as she noticed his injured arm. Once again mustering her magic, she began the spell that would heal his wounds, all the while holding him tightly against her, as if she feared another black-coated menace would appear and take him away again the second she let him go.

He had no idea where he was, hell he barely knew how he'd even got here, however it hardly mattered. Laharl simply lay there against her limply, head resting on her shoulder, his strength gone and the sedative taking effect once more. He was happy though, or as happy as he could be, except he had nearly hurt her, which bothered him greatly. If he hadn't been able to stop himself... He pushed the thought from his head for now. It also didn't matter right at this moment.

It was Flonne. She was so warm and soft. He would have normally hated this, being practically clung to, but for once it had never felt so nice. The Overlord also wasn't so out of it to not notice what she'd called him. She wasn't using -san... she always used that... he couldn't even recall a time she hadn't.

He felt her familiar magic pool around him again, but a healing spell this time and at last relief from the pain of his arm and shoulder came, Flonne's magic gently soothing the pain away. He'd never felt so relieved. It was over. It was finally over. He was free and safe. It almost seemed to good to be true. "Flonne..." Laharl murmured again, "This... isn't a dream, right?"

Flonne worked with her magic as it travelled across Laharl's body, knitting the cuts in his arm and shoulder together before working at the deep stab wound on his back and finally finishing up the shallow cuts on his face. She sighed a bit as the spell completed itself and subsided, leaving her more exhausted than before. Still she held him tightly, refusing to let him go again.

Her shoulders shook and she nearly began to cry at Laharl's question. "No, no, it's not." She'd missed him so much, been so worried about him, and now he was back, and he was alright...she held him even more tightly than before, determined to keep herself together, at least for now. "It's not." He had been hurt. He needed to rest. She had to be strong for both of them, at least for now.

She wasn't going to start by leaving him in an alley all night. Moving to his side, she pulled one of his arms around her shoulders and wrapped one of hers firmly around his waist. She couldn't carry him, but she could help him walk. She'd always seen it done this way, so it should work...right?

"Can you stand?" she asked him softly.

He could tell she was using an awful lot of magic to patch him up again, but he had a feeling she wouldn't have waited to heal him if he'd suggested it. Geez, she was holding onto him tight. Laharl almost complained she was trying to squeeze him to death, but paused when he felt her shaking after his question. She was crying? No, not quite, but almost. Flonne... She was that relieved to see him? How long had he been gone?

The demon boy blinked as she moved beside him and a frustrated look fell over his face, as he leaned against her heavily. Move? She wanted him to move? He tried to find the energy, but once more his limbs were unresponsive. It took him a moment to will himself to reply her.

"I... can't, Flonne... I... they... kept giving me some sort of sedative... I.. can't..." Laharl replied quietly. He was clearly upset and frustrated at this. He would like nothing more than to be able to get up on his feet. Whatever had given him the strength to get here, was gone now.

A sedative? While it explained why he was having so much trouble moving, it didn't much help either of them with the situation at hand. If she could just get rid of it...

That's right. An Espoir.

She struggled to summon her magic once again. There was so little of it left, and she was so tired...

But she had to do this. She had to help Laharl.

That bit of determination gave her the strength to channel her magic into the spell that would drain the sedative from Laharl's body, casting it twice before her magic gave out completely. She nearly collapsed herself as she felt the last of her magic flow into Laharl, but she knew it would be worth it. If he was alright, anything was worth it.

"Laharl?" she tried quietly, attempting to hide her exhaustion. She couldn't quite frame her next question, to ask him if it had worked, but he would know what she meant. Hopefully.

Laharl blinked surprised as he realized she was summoning her magic again. He knew that spell! But... her magic was already drained. Before he could stop her the spells went off, flowing over him and for the first time in a long time his head felt clear. If there was any of it left in him, it was negligible.

But Flonne... he saw that she looked like she might collapse, and out of instinct jerked his other arm up to catch her, but... she didn't quite. She was exhausted though. Why did she do that?!

"F-Flonne... You... you... stupid Love Freak," Laharl finally said, gazing at her looking upset at her, but also tones of affection were hidden in the name calling. He sighed quietly, gazing at her a moment more then said softly, "Come on, Flonne."

It seemed he was now the better off of the pair, so he slipped his arm down around her waist, moving her arm that had been around him up over his shoulder. Once that was done he shakily started to rise to his feet, gently helping her up too.

He was still exhausted, feeling rather like he'd spent a good deal of his own power at some point... When did he do that? Well, whatever. Hopefully one of them would last out to get the other where ever they had to go. Where WAS she intending to take him anyways? He didn't recognize this part of Paixao.

"... Which way, Flonne?"

Flonne closed her eyes as the world spun again, opening them only when it had settled to a stop. It looked like both she and Laharl needed to rest.

She blinked in surprise as she felt both Laharl's and her own grip shift. She had been trying so hard to help him, and now it looked to be the other way around. It was just as well - she could make it back to her hotel room by herself, but she wasn't sure she could support him anymore.

"There," she replied in response to his question, starting to walk out of the alley and pointing to the left. The hotel was only two buildings away - keeping it in sight had been a good idea after all. "We have a room in the hotel." She felt his arm strong around her waist and brought her hand down to cover his, unspeakably glad to have him back with her and safe.

"Right then."

Whew, good. Laharl was relieved they didn't have far to go at all. If it had been several blocks away or something he didn't think he would have stood a chance of getting them there at all. Glancing to her a moment as he felt her hand press over his, his cheeks blushed slightly as he looked away. Her silent message was unmistakable even to him. She was really that glad to see him.

He was rather unsteady, but kept close to the buildings, steadying himself against their walls, while he somehow managed to keep Flonne upright too. It was a bit slow going, but soon he managed to get them to get them to the hotel, and inside the lobby.

Luckily the person at the desk seemed to be in the back, so he moved past it unseen. It would have been awkward, seeing as while he felt a lot better, he was pretty sure he looked bad. His theory was confirmed when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror in the lobby and almost cringed.

Laharl still looked terrible since he still was encrusted with dried blood down his face, shoulder arm and back. Not to mention he was pale and tired looking, his hair was a disaster and his scarf - When HAD he gotten that back? - was just thrown around his neck.

After moving through the lobby he stopped to rest, leaning against a wall as he glanced to the stairs. Ugh, he hoped the room wasn't upstairs. He wasn't sure he could make it upstairs, muchless help her up them too. He was about dead on his feet now, and wanted nothing more than to collapse.

"Where's the room, Flonne?" he asked tiredly, looking to Flonne.

Getting back to the hotel was harder than Flonne had thought it would be, and she felt terrible that Laharl had to support her most of the way there. She was supposed to be helping him, not the other way around!

But they finally made it back to the hotel. Flonne's worry rose as the bright lobby lighting threw Laharl's condition into sharp relief. He acted like he was fine, but he still looked hurt and so tired, a tiredness that became evident every time he had to lean against a wall in order to walk.

The answer to Laharl's question - "On the third floor." - came out before Flonne realized just what it meant, namely two flights of stairs. She looked to Laharl as the realization hit, one pair of tired eyes meeting another, before steeling her determination and moving her arm to its previous position tight around his waist. It was her turn to be strong. "Come on, Laharl," she encouraged him quietly, starting up the stairs.

"F-Flonne?" he questioned, as she suddenly switched holds. Realization of what she was doing dawned on him. With no other options, Laharl let her take hold of him as he rested his arm up over her shoulder. At least he was the shorter and lighter of the two, if anything.

Using his free hand Laharl helped the best he could, grabbing hold of the banister as she helped him up the stairs. As they climbed, his gaze switched between her and the steps. She'd called him just "Laharl" again. He was curious and confused at the change of addressment, but kept silent about it for now.

Flonne struggled up the last few steps, finally having reached the third floor. She stopped to make sure Laharl made it all the way up as well, then slumped against the wall, utterly exhausted. The room she shared with Etna and Ivan was only three doors to the right, and there was a bed there...only three doors...she could make it...

"Come on, Laharl" she managed quietly, turning them in the right direction. "The room's this way." After what seemed like an eternity they finally reached the room, Flonne turning the handle quietly so as not to wake its other occupants. There was the bed, right next to the door and just waiting for them.

Laharl struggled along with her, stopping when they reached the top. Never thought getting up some damn stairs would be so difficult, but they'd made it.

When she led them to the door and pushed it open, there was a bed. Oh, he never thought he'd be so glad to see one of them. Gently pulling away from Flonne, he made it those few steps to the bed himself, leaning on it as he paused a moment to push his shoes off with either foot. That done, he didn't waste another moment, crawling under the covers and collapsing, snuggling into the pillow.

Flonne smiled, watching Laharl burrow under the covers on the bed. He was going to be just fine.

Flonne, on the other hand, didn't even have the energy to take off her shoes. She simply took the last few steps to the bed and collapsed on it, asleep before her head hit the blankets.

He gazed sleepily at her, as she plopped down not far from him and promptly fell asleep. Laharl normally would have been annoyed but, he didn't care a bit. In fact... he was glad he wasn't alone. He just really hoped this wasn't a dream like she said.

Flonne...

Staring at her a couple more moments, his eyes slowly closed and he soon slipped off into a deep sleep.

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