Tell me you love me. [CLOSED]

[redcinemareel]

Character(s): Grell, Marco, and Espio (if he wants to pop in)
Location: some hallway late at night?
Rating: PG13 for fake blood, feelings, a scene that looks violent but isn't. Ironically.
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Espio, of all people, made good quality fake blood. Now Grell is using it to torment Marco.



The scene was small, but gruesome to the eye. To the inexperienced, it looked as if something violent had occurred, if the thick, dark red color on the walls and floor were any indication. It was a beautiful mural of DEATH, and the victim, who wore a purple nightgown, lay crumpled and lifeless at a weird angle next to the weapon that was supposedly used. There wasn't a place of impact, but would anyone really be looking for it?

Probably not.

One of the wonderful things about reapers was their lack of breathing. Grell played the perfect victim in that she had no pulse, nor did her chest move. All she had to do was wait for the right person to come along. She had told Marco she was going for a late shower. That was an hour ago.

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[fierybluebird]

Okay, his calm actually shook a little more at that, his shoulders visibly trembling, though a quick burst of blue flames made it go away. If those were her final words to him he didn't think he could take it. The list of those he had to avenge was piling up quickly.

"K-Kitten, what happened? Tell me, eh." He took her hand and cupped it in both of his instead. He didn't return that declaration with his usual, he was too determined to make her stay and therefore if she wanted to hear it back she had to keep hanging on and get better. He couldn't hold it for long though, and instantly wrapped warm blue wings protectively around her. He didn't want to risk tugging her to him while he still couldn't tell what had happened. "Stay with me, okay? Don't go." He leaned his forehead to hers with a silent to promise to kick death himself in the face if he tried to come collect one of his shinigami and take her away from Marco.

[redcinemareel]

Marco wasn't getting it, but it was her own fault. Too traumatized to realize that she was okay. Those flames had always fascinated her with the way they never burned her or anything else.

"Sshhh...I'm not going anywhere." Her arms went about his neck as she pulled herself into his lap. "Espio really outdid himself with this project." Grell kept close to him, stroking his hair soothingly, as well as the back of his neck. "I'm fine, Marco."

[espio]

"Oh great..."

Espio had hidden on the ceiling at the sound of footsteps, but the moment his name came into it, he couldn't help but interject. Yes, he realised that he might be ruining a moment - a rather screwed up moment - but even so...

He felt a little bad, but considering that from the start he'd only really wanted to make a mess, he was not going to take the blame.

"Don't blame me for your soap opera drama! That bit, you did on your own!"

[fierybluebird]

"Espio--?" His tone was sharp and eyes narrowed when the chameleon appeared. At first he thought she meant they got into a fight, but at the soothing touch and even more soothing words, he put the pieces together.

"You're both grounded," he growled irritably, not caring that he wasn't really their first mate or captain and therefore in charge of such a thing. Force of habit, if they were going to act like his idiot crewmates, they could suffer the price of it.

And then he leaned close to bite Grell's neck in punishment. "And that was for scaring me." He wasn't quite as mad as he could have been. They got him good, but given how often he pulled pranks or joked around, it was about time they got him back somehow. Still, he was serious about finding a way to ground them at least.

[redcinemareel]

"Grounded?" Really, Marco? She wasn't a teenager! Although their prank would deem otherwise. The bite was less out of punishment for Grell and more of a topping to the cake they just created. "We're already going to clean up this area. What more do you want?"

Yes, Espio, we.

[espio]

Espio's reaction was pretty much exactly the same, although technically, at nineteen he was still a teenager.

At Grell's answer, however...

"I'm not cleaning up!" he was quick to protest. "I did not make a load of fake blood just so you could freak out Marco - this mess is staying right where it is!"

[fierybluebird]

"You're both cleaning it up and then I'm going to see about some sort of community service. I'm sure the Headmaster expects better of his SeeDs and instructors."

Even though he wasn't a member of the Disciplinary Committee and they weren't in training so he probably didn't actually have the authority to issue such an order, it hardly stopped Marco from trying.

[redcinemareel]

Grell has never been so confused in her afterlife. Espio wanted the mess to stay, yet Marco did not. How could their roles have become so reversed?

"I'm not sure what parallel dimension I just stepped into, but community service is out of the question if you value any sort of intimacy."

Just saying.

MY HEAD REFUSES TO BE SATISFIED WITH THIS TAG I'm sorry.

[espio]

"It's a dimension where you just terrified your husband," Espio answered. "Short-lived as it was. And, just to remind you again, I had nothing to do with you playing dead."

And really? Marco, of all people, was telling him to be responsible and trying to issue some form of punishment? That was actually a vaguely amusing notion.

"And no. For a start, compared to swiping a spacecraft worth a few billion gil for the day, a little bit of syrup to scare a few cadets is nothing! Someone will notice it's syrup, and let the whole BBS know about it. Second, would you still be saying this if I'd told you from the start? You know, before Grell decided to drama it up?"

No worries :3 I like it!

[fierybluebird]

"Grounded," Marco tweaked Grell's nose as a reminder that he was punishing her, not the other way around.

He folded his arms at their flat out refusal however. "Che... so long as it gets cleaned up at least."

[redcinemareel]

Lies and he knew it.

Grell looked to Espio, surprised he wanted the blood to remain. Hmm. Espio must be ill, or suffering from craziness.

"Yes...it will get cleaned up..." Grell was still staring at Espio. What...

[espio]

"If it's still here after twenty-four hours, and if nobody works out who made it before then, then fine - it'll get cleaned up," was all Espio had to say to that. "Otherwise..."

He shrugged.

[fierybluebird]

Marco coolly arched an eyebrow. "Why are you so determined to keep it around, little matey?" he voiced the question both on his and his wife's mind.

sorry Tash, direct question = queue jumping!

[espio]

"Because it took ages to get this stuff to look convincing, I'm sure it has an expiry date, and it's too far from Halloween to make a b-movie zombie mob."

/also jumps

[fierybluebird]

"A what kind of zombie mob?" that arched eyebrow isn't going down. "You're not trying to be Gecko Moria on me, are you? Don't be fooled by the name, he's not a real gecko, eh."

[espio]

"B-movie," Espio answered, with an impatient sort of sigh - he kept forgetting that these two weren't entirely modern. "I really need to get you to a cinema - basically, a really low budget movie that's generally really bad, but sometimes bad enough to actually be good. They have them here, too - pretty sure Esthar's president once starred in one.

"But if you're after clarification? I meant a stereotypical and unrealistic zombie mob. You can usually only get enough people to be idiots like that for Halloween, and sometimes for charity."

LOL you two! XD

[redcinemareel]

Grell was checking out of this conversation by just disappearing. She wasn't cleaning anything up yet. Not til her actual shower. Good luck finding her.

B)

[fierybluebird]

"Or you know, via death and shadows." Said without a trace of irony, but then with Marco's permanent deadpan, it sounded the same as his typical lies and jokes. "Salt water deactivates them though." Marco closed his eyes and a slightly distant look crossed his face as he remembered Gecko Moria in Marineford, Jinbei taking care of the zombies and yet the irritating shichibukai's constant laughter and cries of how he wanted to use Little Oars Jr's body. When he opened them again, Grell was gone.

"God damn it, Kitten left already."

What. Is. This.

[espio]

"I noticed," Espio couldn't help but grumble - yeah, fine, okay Grell, leave him to deal with serious-business-mode Marco, why don't you? "And seriously Marco, whatever place your head's gone to, do us a favour and get it out of there! Or at least wait until tomorrow, because honestly? I just wanted to prat about and make a mess just this once, like your normal college-aged kid! Which I never get to do! I've been looking out for everyone else since I was a kid, I never had time to just be an idiot for the sake of being an idiot! And now I'm an instructor in a military school on a planet I can barely bring myself to care about, with no hope of ever seeing home again, and no chance of ever going back to the job I love for the people and the world I care about? Maybe I should just go find a tall building and throw myself off it!"

Suddenly aware, however, that his scales had been slowly turning a deep red-purple, the fact he was being perhaps a tiny bit melodramatic and unreasonable dawned on him. Rather than actually dealing with it, however, he instead settled for turning invisible and storming off, stopping only briefly to pick up that spare balloon full of fake blood he had lying around and hurling it towards Marco's back.

XDDD As Marco takes it back in even more weird directions.

[fierybluebird]

For all of the ranting, Marco just blinks and eventually bursts out laughing, taking the balloon of fake blood and gently catching it in a wing so as to avoid it getting all over him. He set it down and scooped up his chameleon brother in a too tight hug. Invisible or not, Espio was loud as hell, and it wasn't hard to figure out where the balloon came from.

"Sorry, eh? Calm down. Next time, clue me in first. You told Grell and not me? You know I'm always up for pranks." At least when he's not at the receiving end of them. "And jeez, if you're stressed out you can always just talk to me, you don't have to hold it all in until you explode. You're turning into Ace on me. But with a tail instead of flames." He affectionately snuggled his adopted brother and refused to let him go.

[espio]

"Put me down!" Espio instantly protested, stubbornly remaining invisible even though he was already caught. No, he couldn't deal with this right now, he had to ditch! Unfortunately, Marco's grip was rather tight, so he just did what he could and tried fight his way out - struggling, kicking and biting.

Apparently, calming down was not an option today.

[fierybluebird]

"No," Marco answered, still holding onto the squirming chameleon. "If I can do this to my shark brother twice my size, you don't have a much better chance of escaping than Namur did, eh."

A small sigh. Espio had to know by now that Marco's answer to the end of the Special Zone was that Marco would just take him back to the Grand Line with him. But it was hardly the same. Or enough.

"You'll be a fine teacher matey, what are you worrying about it for?"

[espio]

Marco's words were of no deterrence, and Espio just kept on struggling. "I'm not worried! My competence as a teacher isn't even an issue!"

[fierybluebird]

"Then what is?" Struggle as he might, Marco still wasn't going to let go yet.

[espio]

"I practically just spelled it out to you! You figure it out and tell me!"

Because Espio couldn't just make it easy. No. That would mean talking about his feelings - as far as he was concerned, he'd already done more than enough of that.

Besides...

"And anyway, I was doing fine until you came in and started taking everything way too seriously - I mean, sure, Grell took advantage, but even so that's what I'd expect from Furor!"