Type: drabble
Warnings: None
This is my grand surprise! I wrote the drabble for my love for our followers. Hope you all like it! ~ Mod Ruler
The Chaldea Ballroom was built because Leonardo found out you couldnāt dance. Really, such a thing seemed like more of a hindrance than a benefit, from building the hall, to getting the Servants to pile in for a night of evening festivities. But both things seemed to go fairly well; the hall was packed with Servants, even the most antisocial and quiet ones.
But right now, you felt unsure. You were standing alone in your room, in the elegant clothes that Leonardo and Mashu had conflicted over for hours. Ultimately, you had shooed them from the room when you made the final decision for yourself. You knew the outfit would be surprise to them, one that they would most likely be pleased with, but that didnāt settle the unease in your heart.
At this point, you had already received some lessons from Da Vinci, but you were still admittedly lackluster on your feet. You often found yourself practicing by yourself on the days leading up to the big event. But you were still extremely nervous. You were used to making a fool of yourself in front of these amazingly powerful, timeless warriors, the least you could do was be good at dancing.
But now wasnāt the time to feel doubt any longer. Pinning a flower to your chest, a passionate red rose, you opened the door and headed down the hall. You felt great, despite the fluttering in your chest.
āDo you think Senpai is okay? Itās been almost half an hour since the event started.ā Mashu intoned uneasily. She had her hands folded behind her back, after reaching up to fiddle with the lily in her hair. She was standing next to Da Vinci, who had a jovial smile on her face. āI hope theyāre not sick.ā
āNonsense,ā Da Vinci waved her hand dismissively, trying to stave off Shielderās worries. āTheyāre probably holed up in their bathroom, anxious out of their mind to dance with a beauty like me. Theyāll join us soon enough.ā
Mashu remained unconvinced, but decided to ignore it for now and drink the punch in her hands, only to regret it when she realized there was alcohol. After taking another tentative sip, she threw caution to the wind and decided to enjoy her night and leave the regret to the next morning.
āThis is boring.ā Berserker, Cu Chulainn Alter said. Though he may have said so, he was dressed to the nines, with a top hat and a spiked cane. The only thing about him that really looked out of place was his enormous tail. He even brought flowers for his Master, and likely the reason why he was grumpy; they werenāt present.
Mozart waltzed over, holding Marie to his side; it seemed that they were dance partners for now. āDonāt feel so blue, my friendly dog! The festivities are yet to truly begin!ā
The Berserker growled at the Caster, but neither him nor Marie seemed fazed by the intimidation. āThe next time you call me a dog is when Iāll bite your hand off.ā
āNo need to be hostile.ā Mozart smirked, trying to inject every bit of frost into his remark. āIām just calling it as Iām seeing it.ā
While they bickered, Marie wandered away from the two and encountered Jeanne talking to Artoria. The Rider grinned and latched herself to Jeanneās arm, making the Ruler blush in surprise. At their antics, the King of Knights just gave them a fond smile.
āItās weird,ā Marie began, looking between the two of them. āā¦ you two look almost exactly alike. I mean, Jeanneās hair is much longer, but other than that, itās like Iām staring into a mirror, except the reflection isnāt of me.ā
The Ruler and the Saber looked at each other, as if to comprehend what Marie said. They spent a solid five seconds to stare at each other before answering Marie.
āI do not see the resemblance.ā Artoria said.
āNeither do I.ā Jeanne agreed, looking at the Rider like she had sprouted a second head. Marie huffed, crossing her arms.
āI know Iām not crazy.ā
At the other side of the ballroom, Mordred was intensely staring at Arthur, with Lancelot and Bedivere at Arthurās side, as if they were expecting an attack from the treacherous knight. Mordred made no hostile move, just kept staring.
They were under a ceasefire order from you; no attacking each other physically or verbally, or else you would resort to using a Command Seal. So far, no such actions were taking, but the relationship was extremely strained to this day.
Mordred finally opened her mouth, talking loudly with a brow quirked. āI thought you were a woman.ā
Arthur blinked, confusion in his expression and wariness in his eyes. āā¦ come again?ā
Kiyohime was watching the doors to the entrance hall carefully, as if she was trying to memorize the elegant designs of the door. Penthesilea was watching her actions curiously, eyes catching every little tick the other Berserker had.
āAnd who are you waiting for?ā The Amazon asked, voice devoid of her usual hostility. It seemed the festivities were bringing out the best in her. The same could not be said for Kiyohime, who seemed to get getting antsier by the second. āNearly every Servant is here.ā
āAh, Berserker, you cannot understand my struggle.ā The dragon lamented dramatically. āMy spouse is not here yetā¦ the love of my lifeā¦ the one who would never lie to meā¦ Masterā¦ā
She was right; Penthesilea wouldnāt understand. Love in the way that Kiyohime described was an extremely foreign concept, and it was a concept she would readily accept either. Amazons werenāt really affectionate ones, anyway.
That was when the door to the grand ballroom began to swing open, and you were looking down on your beloved Servants. Some looked stunned by your appearance, but most were excited that you arrived, if fashionably late.
āSenpai!ā Mashu was the first one to join you, wrapping her arms around you. She had a bright smile on her face, so sweet and cheerful that you had to give her the first dance. You led her onto the dancefloor, albeit a bit of stumbling, leading her elegantly. For an untold reason, it was like you were overtaken by the Muses, dancing without fault. It wasnāt until after the dance had ended just how well you danced. You and Mashu bowed to one another before you were taken into the embrace of Da Vinci.
āShielder wonāt be the only one who gets to dance with you, Master.ā She chided playfully, this time leading the both of you instead of leading her. She was an elegant dancer, and you can tell sheās had experience with others. You allowed her to tilt and turn you around on the floor, until she spun you into the arms of the next Servant.
The night continued like this with Servants left and right waiting to take their turn dancing with their beloved Master. Some steered clear, like Tristian and Penthesilea, who had their reasons for not getting close, but most were willing. By the time the clock struck midnight, you were tired out of your wits and your brow covered in sweat.
You thought about the night, listening to the the words you heard over and over again in your mind. Some of the words were sweet, from Atoria, Tamamo, and even Altera (which surprised you beyond belief). And some of them were spicy, like from Gawain, Cu Chulainn, and Medb. You werenāt sure how to feel.
You entered your room on your own, locking the door so you could change, when you felt eyes on you. You turned around slowly, and saw the kindly smile of Romani Akiman. He had a sheepish grin as your mouth dropped open.
āD-Doctor Romanā¦? Iā¦ I thought youā¦ā You began, feeling your lip quivering. You hadnāt seen him since the final singularity, when he had so bravely sacrificed himself so you could defeat Goetia. He was wearing a simple, yet elegant white suit, and he stepped closer.
āCome on,ā he said, holding out his hand for you to take.
