Nekoette is that one troupe where they say “drop all your weapons” and she’s standing there for a good couple minutes. Anyways, I think an adult Nekoette would use many weapons, some for herself, for her father and for Aaron.
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A/N: alright gamers I wrote something for @itsrainingsomeplace and her dan-chan au piece because I thought it was a really cool idea. (honestly I will probs think of a much better idea tomorrow for it ajjdaldjalkj)
“You need to listen to me, Dmitri. That man… he is not our father.” She begged with him, seeing his eyes only reject her further, flinching away, confusion etched into his features. He pulled away, now looking at his sister with a newfound concern. Gene was their father, that’s how it always was, and now, she claimed the man that tried again and again to ruin their life was their father? He wouldn’t believe such a claim, even if the desperation in her eyes pained him so.
“Please. You are the only hope I have left.” Nekoette whispered, trying to clutch his hand again, anything to bring him closer to her. Closer to a belief in her. In them. She couldn’t take being alone in this. She knew she couldn’t take down Gene on her own. Not without at least one ally by her side. But Lady Aphmau only brushed off her father’s name, the fifteen years he waited at the gates meaning nothing to her mind. Her mother refusing to even hear another one of her laments, casting her out like the rest of the town.
Now, Dmitri pulled himself away even more roughly, annoyance clearing his eyes. “Are you mad? I don’t know what has gotten into you lately, Nekoette, but I’m worried about you. Our father is Gene. That never changed.” He spoke, his words sounding like nothing more but echoes of all she’s heard in the last few days, feeling tears starting to pool in her eyes. What else could she do, now that she was alone?
She got up, her back turned to the man she once considered a brother, an ally, now nothing more than a stranger with whom trust broke at his first words. If there was any trust between them before. Maybe she was crazy, gone mad from nothing but dreams replacing reality in her mind. But the thought of Gene being her father was nothing short of terrifying, and more wrong than anything she heard before in her life.
“Nekoette, wait-” He began, trying to convince her to stay with him, to talk this through. Make her see clarity, his way. But she was already gone through the door, no more looking back. She was alone. She knew that now, more than anything. And she was cursed with her memory. Her hands felt heavy, as though she was holding her father’s cold body once more. To her, it was a waking thought, how love could turn into hate, simply by the use of magic, and every moment beforehand meant nothing.
She decided then, in those few seconds, her next course of action. She would kill him. Even if it was futile, her father now nothing but rotting away in the ocean, and she could almost picture him again. Standing at the docks, Kawaii-Chan running to his side, nagging him for forgetting his lunch at home, sneaking a kiss, making her and Dmitri gag from their show of affection, and their father whispering a compliment to her ear, a bit too loud, so that everyone could hear how much they loved one another.
Or even when he would pick her up as a younger child, spin her in the air, smile at her, and listen to her rambling on for hours about how her day went, despite the exhaustion he tried so hard to hide, a head guard of a forgotten village. She didn’t realise it back then, just how much he was always there. Until Gene walked in, through the gates, and the spell of their perfect family was broken. And the smile he gave her as he took his last breath, and as her own mother didn’t care to even say any condolences as his body dropped to the ground.
A/N: I felt bad I missed Dante’s birthday. so take something I wrote for him today for the occasion.
His birthday used to always be overlooked, his own memory pushing it far into the back corners of his mind, always something taking any priority other a simple event, that even he himself considered insignificant. His earliest memories poisoned with Gene’s presence, a twisted smile always present, burned by the fires of the Nether, and made from the ashes of what was left behind. Even now, as his daughter once again left for the Phoenix Alliance Island, her image so distant these days, so many years after her graduation. And his wife at his side, her soft and familiar smile always managing to bring him back, to the soft winds pulling loose strands of her pink hair back, the sunset sun lighting up her features, and his hand reaching for hers, their hands interlocked, as they began their way back to their home. To him, he already received every gift he could ever wish for. And he would always protect it with his life.
“What would it hurt to just tell me?” She laughed, her feet swinging from the guard tower window, sitting on the edge, despite Dante’s numerous protests of how dangerous it was. She didn’t mind, though, his caring nature was something she smiled at, especially remembering it after a night filled with a fight that never ended.
“Then everyone would know. And make a big deal out of it. We can’t… afford that right now.” He spoke, a slight worry turning his words. The bandits were only getting more persistent, more of a threat to their safehold. Every expense that could be spared, he tried his best to cut back on with Logan’s help. He was a guard, the head guard, he kept reminding himself even after all these years, and Phoenix Drop came first.
“I won’t tell anyone.” Nicole promised, shooting a look in his direction, maybe trying to get him to believe her. “I just want to know. I care about you, you know.”
He knew. He always did. His response was nothing more than taking a seat next to her, letting a sigh pass between them, a hand running through his hair. He looked out, the sight looking right at the ruins of the town he could still see breathing. As though Aphmau would leave her home, Garroth finishing final preparation for the day, a small comment about how she never got enough rest, Laurance giving a nod of agreement. To the housing areas, the people took their first steps outside, Brendan attempting to joke with Kawaii-Chan, Donna with her arms around Logan, setting up inventory. Alexis being taken out by her mother, Dale coming back from his night patrol.
“July 15th. If it is so important.” His voice was hushed, rushed by a wind passing through the tower.
“Dante! That was yesterday!” She grunted in response, playfully punching his shoulder in annoyance. Without another word, she pulled out a small dagger she kept on hand, even with Dante’s pleads to keep a larger weapon as a lord, and took to her side. Dante tried to reach over, look at what she was carving into the wood, damaged by years of the elements, but she hid it, until she pulled away, revealing the message. Their names, and a love heart poorly stood out on the bark. He smiled, slightly. Something pulling at his heart.
The morning was late, the sun coming in through their bedroom window, hitting him in the face, as he pulled up, shock and a sense of panic running through him, and a line of whispered curses as he put on his armour in a frenzy. Reaching for his door, he noticed Nekoette’s was already wide open, only adding to his fear of how late during the day this was. He took quick steps down to the kitchen, only to be met with his wife, a bright smile on her face, and Nekoette mirroring it, her hands covered in light blue icing.
On the table, with Nekoette already trying to pull more icing off, only to be met with a scolding look, a birthday cake. His name written in cursive, along with a ‘Happy Birthday’, now drawn with a much shakier hand, but only adding to his heart’s softness at the sight. In that moment, he forgot about his overdue duties, and smiled, taking his wife into an embrace, a kiss on her lips, and an ‘I love you.’ told to her ear. He felt his daughter pulling on his leg, and he let Kawaii-Chan go, only to pick up Nekoette and place a kiss on her cheek, his smile widening.
“Does papa like it?” She asked, her innocent voice nearly drawing a tear out of how lucky he was, to be able to have them both in his life. He took another glance in the direction of the cake, and nodded. “I helped mama work on it!”
The laughter and music echoed through the plaza, with a range of sweets on the side, and many familiar faces meeting his in a smile. Logan didn’t take any chance of not helping make this a success for his old friend. Dante looked around, nearly in disbelief that the town he had remembered as so quiet, no longer plagued by thoughts of another attack from a bandit group, only looking at the friends he had grown to care for, as his family. Dmitri and Nekoette stood by, engrossed in a conversation, possibly about the upcoming graduation from the academy. He never felt more proud. In a moment of reminiscence, he wondered if this is what his parents felt when Gene became head guard. Maybe that’s why they looked past every strange thing that led to it.
Kawaii-Chan smiled, sharing a joke with Donna as they both stood to the side, looking over at the dancing Logan, already much too intoxicated, despite it only being an early evening. Maybe he would join him soon, ‘try to relax’ because he ‘earned it’, as Garroth reassured him. He knew he had little to fear, with now so many guards around, ready to take care of any issue that could arise. He got too used to being one of the only guards around, and the need to know of every complication was always on his mind.
“Dante? Could we dance?” He heard his wife’s soft voice coming to him, breaking his train of thought. His face of worry turned into one of a true happiness, and he took her hand, placing a kiss on her cheek.
He looked out from his window, onto the now dark streets, a guard occasionally passing by, the stars lighting up the sky. Some things never changed, even in his life, turned upside down so many times. And yet, the most important change that he would never have any other way, was the woman sleeping soundly behind him. He turned to look at her once more, his love for her never changing, a constant that kept him going even in his darkest moments. Feeling an exhaustion take over him, he climbed into bed, taking an arm around her and hugging her close to him. From the corner of his eye, he saw a smile form on her resting features.
