(avie that inspired this fic -->) (<--not made by me. Made by Amadeus from Pandect)

           About 2 days had passed since the night Edgar had run into the gladiator while doing his laundry, and even though he had yet to go back for the uniform he left in the washing machine, Fleance hadn’t asked him about them. The fact that his Prince hadn’t bothered to ask why he wasn’t wearing his usual uniform when a few nights ago he had seemed so concerned, worried Edgar…don’t get him wrong, he was relieved that Fleance had stopped asking so many questions which he could never answer truthfully but still…he wondered why he didn’t ask about the clothes. The thought occurred to Edgar that maybe his Prince had just stopped caring about him and what he did, but that thought was quickly dismissed. He simply didn’t want to think anything bad about his Prince.

That night Edgar was awaken by the sound of soft rattling outside his Prince’s dorm room. Lifting up his head and staring at the door trying to figure out what the source of the noise was, the sudden realization of who was behind the door came to him and a single word, rattlesnake, rang through his head. Frozen, Edgar stared at the door not even daring to move, until he heard the rattling come to a stop. After several moments of silence, Edgar got down from the bed and slowly and carefully made his way to the door, opening it just a crack to make check that the Gladiator had left. Opening the door all the way and looking down the hall in each direction, making sure that there was no one in the halls the boy was about to close the door and return to his Prince’s side when something underneath him caught his attention. Looking down, the Servant saw his uniform laying on the floor to the right of the door neatly folded with a note stuck to it.

Bending down and reaching for the neatly folded clothing as if reaching into a pit of deadly vipers ready to strike at the slightest movement, the Servant hesitated slightly as his hand reached about an inch above the clothing before picking it up. Holding the clothes as if they were some fragile thing to be handled with the utmost care, the boy took the note and read it. Confused and somewhat caught off-guard by the contents of the note he read it over and over again until he could have recited it back to the author had he suddenly appeared and demanded it of him.

Returning to the room and closing the door behind him, the Servant took the note, ripped it and placed it in the waste basket near the end of Fleance’s bed, then changed back into his original clothes, happy to finally be able to get out of and return to the human his belongings. Taking the long sleeved grey shirt and grey sweatpants and folding them neatly, Edgar slid them carefully under Fleance’s bed saying that if he had time he would try and go wash them before returning them to the human. Curling onto Fleance’s pillow, Edgar went over the contents of the note one more time.

To Edgar:

Hello again, little frog, it appears you were in a bit of a hurry the other night and left without taking your clothes. I could almost swear it had something to do with my being there…so, I decided that I would be kind and return them to you.

On a more…serious note, I would like to apologize for having inspired such a sense of…anxiety in you. Believe it or not that is the last thing I would have you feel for me…our first encounter was a bit…harsh, if that’s the word, and to be truthful I would give almost anything to do it over again…or rather…to do it right. So, that is why in addition to returning your belongings to you I ask that you meet me near the third floor laundry room tomorrow night. The decision is yours of course, but I do hope you come so that we can get to know each other better.

 
Noah, Legendary Gladiator

Ps. Yes, I do know that you are not a frog…I am not that dense. It’s just that I find the word “frog” to be a cuter name rather than “gecko” and besides…it suits you don’t you think?

warning: male/male implications

(avie that inspired this fic -->) (<--not made by me. Made by Amadeus from Pandect)

                                   Hide the Pain (Part VII)

The Gladiator couldn’t, for the life of him, get that boy and the events of the previous night out of his mind. The whole day he was bothered by memories of the boy’s face, words, eyes, and touch – and frankly he couldn’t take it anymore, he was tired, restless and frustrated. Feeling the need to do something other than sit in his tank all day, Noah shifted into ace form and left the bio room, having decided to take a walk and explore the school. As he slowly made his way up to and through the 2^nd floor, Noah passed by one of the public showers that the building housed. As he walked by it he decided that he would take a shower to try and relieve some of the stress and tension that had built up but…he didn’t quite feel like ending his walk just then, so he decide to continue his walk and stop at the next shower he saw.

Having made his way to the third floor and walked nearly the whole of it, Noah headed in the direction in which he saw the showers on the previous floor, he remembered that the showers on the 2^nd floor was near a staircase and a room 229. As Noah approached the staircase he heard a whirring sound coming from where he remembered the showers being on the previous floor. Walking past the room, the Gladiator looked in only to see, leaning against the machine that was making the noise, the very cause of his torment.

Feeling as though he was being watched, the Servant was surprised and somewhat horrified to find Noah, the Legendary Gladiator standing in the doorway of the laundry room. Stepping into the room and walking casually over to where the boy stood staring at him with a scared look in his eyes, the Gladiator said, “Well, well, well…what do we have here? I must say, sweets, I’m a bit surprised to see you…and here I was just trying to get you out of my mind.” With every step the Gladiator had taken the Servant had taken one step back, until he had backed himself up against the wall with the Viper blocking his only path of escape. This situation was beginning to look too familiar to the little Gecko and memories of their previous encounter started rushing back to him. “P-Please I…I…Ed-Edgar d-d-doesn’t…p-please…” Edgar could barely create a coherent sentence as fear and pain took over him and he started to shake.

Noah couldn’t understand why the boy was so scared…ok , so maybe he could but still, he didn’t expect that he’d be so affected just by the sight of him. Looking at the boy, Noah wanted so badly to comfort him and to apologize and have him understand that he deeply regretted what he did…he hated seeing such a beautiful creature look so afraid and in pain. The Gladiator reached out a hand to place on the boy’s face in an attempt to comfort him, and just as he did so the boy flinched, shut his eyes tight and started sobbing, “P-Please d-don’t hurt Ed-Edgar.” The Gladiator was hurt by the boy’s drastic reaction. Flinching as if someone had just smacked him across the face Noah took a step back from the boy and opened his mouth as if to say something but nothing seemed to come out. Closing his mouth, he just looked at the shaking, frightened form standing before him.

Taking a deep breath and looking away he tried to speak again, “Look…I’m really sorry about the other night…that wasn’t…I didn’t mean to do that. I just let my temper get the best of me and I’m really sorry for that.” Noah looked at the boy hoping that his words had calmed him down some only to find that it hadn’t caused any change at all in the boy. It seemed as if the boy gone in his fear to have heard anything he said. The Gladiator watched as the boy tensed up and muttered out, “P-Please…I…l-let Ed-Edgar r-return t-to his P-Prince…” Noah stared dumbfounded at the boy; he couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth. What is this?!! What the fuck is with this kid and this Prince of his?!  He was starting to lose his tempter again, he couldn’t understand why this boy was so attached to this Prince of his, and so he decided that it’d be best to let the boy go before he completely lost his temper again and hurt the boy. “Fine, go.” And with that he watched as Edgar bolted past him and out of the room, not bothering to look back or to tend to the machine that had stopped whirring during the course of their little ‘talk.’

“This is going to be harder than I thought,” Noah sighed as he rubbed his temples as he felt himself getting stressed again. Deciding that he’d go on with his original plan to go take a shower, Noah made his way to the door but as he stepped through he remembered that the little Gecko hadn’t taken whatever he was washing with him. Going back to the machine, the Gladiator looked inside and saw that it was his own clothes that he had been washing so he took them along with him as he continued his search for the showers.