|Short Fanfic: Megatokyo: "Let Me Protect You"
||[Mar. 10th, 2004|10:15 pm]
|||||Ranma ½ - "Lambada Ranma"||]|
She was crying again.
Largo's first, second, and thirtieth impression of Erika Hayasaka was not one of a girl who cried easily. In fact, he saw her as a formidable woman, from the many times she had broken his arm, or just the way she'd darkly stare down any male who dared to even seem to fanboy over her. She also handled Piro pretty well, in his view, keeping him from having a conniption every ten seconds.
When the security of Megagamers had been breached by the Fanboy Spy, he had felt it to be his duty to remove the threat. After all, a breach in security was bad for all of them, even if Piro wouldn't acknowledge it. The woman had a spark of something in her eyes at that time that he had never seen before; something that made ever fiber of his being reach out and want to pound somethng.
Fear. Those eyes, usually cold and appraising, were filled with abject fear.
It was only for a brief second. But that second was enough to heighten every one of Largo's protective instincts. He had worked that night, trying to upgrade the cluster of machinery in the apartment, trying to make sure such a breach did not occur again. Of course, the components were not powerful enough to stand what he tried to put them through, and by morning, a small fire had broken out. Easily contained.
It didn't stop Piro from throwing a tantrum about it, of course. Largo had barely calmed him down when she had arrived. He knew there was something wrong with her, but Piro was too busy thinking about himself and playing with his foolish toy to notice.
Her shoulders were slightly slumped, her eyes tired. She had the air of a defeated woman. Had she even slept the night before? But Piro couldn't even see past the skimpy little anime outfit she was wearing... typical. Largo saw. He saw the weakness where there had once been unchallenged strength.
When she gestured out the window, Largo knew, even before he looked out, what he would see. The hordes were upon them. If only his security system was in place. A knight does not ever allow a damsel in distress to be left without protection; even if she doesn't ask for it, or even want it. Chivalry demands that, even if she can take of herself, he must care for her too.
Dom. His ally, his comrade. He thought that he could trust Dom, but he had betrayed them... and for what? He was surprised, at first, when he saw Dom there, smirking up at him. Surprise soon turned to smoldering anger. How dare he? That traitor...
Piro was leaving. Largo had looked up, at the woman, sitting there, holding a cup of coffee. She held it to her lips, but she wasn't drinking. They stayed there, in silence, for a few moments. Largo returned to looking out the window.
That's when she cried the first time. He couldn't say anything, he didn't even know why they were after this woman... was she important? He wouldn't have thought she would be, but then again, many treasures you must quest to find are often found to be hidden within the plainest of places. He couldn't say anything, but he did the only thing he could.
He had held her, awkwardly, smoothing her hair back as she cried, leaving damp patches on the fabric of his button-up shirt. He could feel it, like a dam breaking, as she went from small sniffles and muffled crying noises to full-out sobs.
He refused to pull away from her. He sat there, beside her, holding her as long as she needed him to. Perhaps an hour had past when she finally pulled away, wiping at her face, frantically trying to regain her lost control.
"I'm sorry." Largo finally found words. He was glad she at least understood and spoke his language.
Erika's face took on it's look of indifference again. "You didn't do it, it's not your fault. You have nothing to apologize for."
Largo knew better than to say anything else, he simply returned to his vigil by the window.
He had determined, byt his point, that they would take this woman at the cost of their lives. He would stand between them and her as long as he had strength.
But it was now that night, and she was curled up on her futon. Largo watched her shoulders heave, as she cried. Over the day, he had pieced together why they wanted her, and why she had finally broken down.
She WAS a princess. And she just wanted to be left in peace. He had managed to sneak her out of Megagamers and back to her place, where it was still safe. He didn't want to leave her alone... something about the way she was carrying herself made him feel that it was, perhaps, best for her to have someone there.
Even if that someone was just a crazy foriegner.
Her sobs finally ebbed slightly, and Largo reached out, placing his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it slightly.
"My lady, let me protect you. Even if it's from yourself." His voice was gruff, but strong.
She broke into tears again at his request. She couldn't respond. Her life had just crashed down around her... she was surrounded by ogling, groping fanboys... and yet, this one person was staying with her, even when she was weak, comforting her without pushing her too far, and now he was asking her if he could protect her.
"...from myself?" she whispered, a hint of humor in her voice.
"Yeah. Don't want to see you killing yourself over this. It would be most unl33t."
She sat up, and faced him. "Why are you still here?"
Largo glanced away for a moment, then back to her. He absently reached forward and brushed a tear away from her face. "Because I can't leave you unsecured. I don't want the enemy to take you away, or to hurt you."
"I should be better than this... I don't need a bodyguard. I'm... used to fanboys." Or, at least, she used to be.
He shrugged. He knew what he had to do. He would stay with her. He would protect her, whether she wanted his protection or not.
"Huh?" Largo looked up at her.
Erika nodded, a bit of her old strength coming back. "I accept your request. You can protect me... even from myself." And for the first time in a long, long time, she broke into a wide grin.
He grinned. "R0x0r. Now get some sl33p."