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Fic: A Peek into Cross Marian's Mind 4
Title: A Peek into Cross Marian's Mind
Character: Cross
Summary: And Cross heard it all. The last exchange of anguished words between the foster parent and son. All happened before the clock struck twelve midnight.
4. Karma/Kismet
God must be punishing him, if not why would the big man had him follow two pierrots clowning around? Cross had been keeping an eye on the odd pair of foster parent and child for three whole years now. Timcanpy would follow them closely while he tailed from behind.
So far nothing drastic had happened—besides the incredible metamorphosis from ill-mannered brat to a well-mannered boy, and his deprivation for booze and women (he would make it up later). That and the increasing number of akuma around them. It was only a matter of time before the Earl got his minion on them.
Cross had lost count of the akuma he destroyed since entering this town. What was the point of counting when they were all level one anyway? At least threw in some level twos or threes into the mix and he might consider counting.
The Fourteenth must have known it would turn out like this, hadn't he? That was why he made Cross that promise. In a way it irked him, since that meant the Fourteenth was using him. Cross liked leeching off people, but not them on him. Despite his irritation toward the promise, Cross found himself oddly regretful when Mana Walker died. One more kindness was leaving this world.
Now Cross would have to do his main role in the Fourteenth's will. He walked slowly to the gravesite on top of the hill, figuring the boy would want to take his time. What he didn't expect was Timcanpy zooming back and fluttering in panic around him.
"What is it, Tim?" The golden golem settled upon his arm and opened its rows of sharp teeth. A hologram recording of a fatman in a green coat with a strangely ornamented tophat looming over the tombstone of Mana Walker appeared on the air. Shit! Cross didn't even realize whether he had vocalize the curse or not. He was near panicking when he stumbled upon the graveyard while Timcanpy had gone back to the site faster than he could. The kid had better not gotten killed by the Earl... Cross had done too much to let all go to waste.
The sight which greeted him even from afar was blood curdling to say the least. The blood stained skeletal frame of the akuma was bent over the sobbing boy—screaming in rage and howling in pain. "I'll curse you, Alleeen!" Before Cross could do anything, a blinding green light shone from the boy's gloved deformed hand. The boy's futile attempts at stopping his hand proved to be in vain.
"Manaaa!!"
And Cross heard it all. The last exchange of anguished words between the foster parent and son. All happened before the clock struck twelve midnight.
It's longer than the previous chapters, but I'm more satisfied with the previous' results.
Maybe I'll make a companion fic to this one, since I can't write all of what I want to write during this chapter, plus I want to make it from Allen's POV. Allen's thoughts and feelings must be more interesting than Cross' for this scene.
Character: Cross
Summary: And Cross heard it all. The last exchange of anguished words between the foster parent and son. All happened before the clock struck twelve midnight.
4. Karma/Kismet
God must be punishing him, if not why would the big man had him follow two pierrots clowning around? Cross had been keeping an eye on the odd pair of foster parent and child for three whole years now. Timcanpy would follow them closely while he tailed from behind.
So far nothing drastic had happened—besides the incredible metamorphosis from ill-mannered brat to a well-mannered boy, and his deprivation for booze and women (he would make it up later). That and the increasing number of akuma around them. It was only a matter of time before the Earl got his minion on them.
Cross had lost count of the akuma he destroyed since entering this town. What was the point of counting when they were all level one anyway? At least threw in some level twos or threes into the mix and he might consider counting.
The Fourteenth must have known it would turn out like this, hadn't he? That was why he made Cross that promise. In a way it irked him, since that meant the Fourteenth was using him. Cross liked leeching off people, but not them on him. Despite his irritation toward the promise, Cross found himself oddly regretful when Mana Walker died. One more kindness was leaving this world.
Now Cross would have to do his main role in the Fourteenth's will. He walked slowly to the gravesite on top of the hill, figuring the boy would want to take his time. What he didn't expect was Timcanpy zooming back and fluttering in panic around him.
"What is it, Tim?" The golden golem settled upon his arm and opened its rows of sharp teeth. A hologram recording of a fatman in a green coat with a strangely ornamented tophat looming over the tombstone of Mana Walker appeared on the air. Shit! Cross didn't even realize whether he had vocalize the curse or not. He was near panicking when he stumbled upon the graveyard while Timcanpy had gone back to the site faster than he could. The kid had better not gotten killed by the Earl... Cross had done too much to let all go to waste.
The sight which greeted him even from afar was blood curdling to say the least. The blood stained skeletal frame of the akuma was bent over the sobbing boy—screaming in rage and howling in pain. "I'll curse you, Alleeen!" Before Cross could do anything, a blinding green light shone from the boy's gloved deformed hand. The boy's futile attempts at stopping his hand proved to be in vain.
"Manaaa!!"
And Cross heard it all. The last exchange of anguished words between the foster parent and son. All happened before the clock struck twelve midnight.
It's longer than the previous chapters, but I'm more satisfied with the previous' results.
Maybe I'll make a companion fic to this one, since I can't write all of what I want to write during this chapter, plus I want to make it from Allen's POV. Allen's thoughts and feelings must be more interesting than Cross' for this scene.
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Your english is really improving quickly :)
A small change though: Last setence
All happened before the clock struck twelve midnight.
Actually just midnight instead of twelve midnight would do as well, but I think twelve midnight sounds better feeling wise.
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