It’s been 200 years.
A Sol Millia fan fiction
By Renoa Heartilly
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Author’s notes: there aren’t many
Sol Millia fics on FFN. So I thought, what the heck,
the more the merrier! I hope you like this one.
Disclaimer: you know, the usual… I
don’t own’em, Daisuke Ishiwatari
does, I wished I own Sol though…
Is fire seal lickable?
Never mind…
Update on the site: FFN is blocked by my internet provider for some unknown
reason, I’m sorry ;_; please keep up with the fic here :>
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Sol Badguy
walked…
The thirteen belts on his famous
outfit clinking as he paced the street. The brown paper bag containing what
little groceries he needed held tight in his arm, a single French bread peeking
out of the bag.
He walked, his well-used shoes
making a rhythmic sound on the pavement.
Sol wove his way through a crowded
corner, arching away from an arguing couple and lifting his bag up from a
running kid, he dodged a fleeing teenager and ignored
the man that followed after yelling ‘thief’.
Two hundred and one years in this
life taught him one important thing.
Stay out of trouble.
The Bounty Hunter sighed softly
before rounding another corner, ignoring a man that flew from an alley and
smacked his head on the floor with a sickening crack. Another man ran out of
the alleyway screaming something like ‘monster’.
Another sigh passed through his
lips as he stepped over the unconscious guy and continued his way. Another
scream erupted from the alleyway behind him, he continued to ignore.
“Let’s get out of here man! She’s a
freak!” the sound of pained grunts echoed behind him before somebody called his
name.
“Sol?”
Analyzing voice sample…
Processing….
-Millia Rage,
Female
Russian
Risk Rating: C
He ignored her.
“Sol Badguy? Is that you?” Military
boots clinked on the concrete.
He continued to walk.
“Hey.” Her voice was quiet as she
fell into step with his long strides, “Listen.”
“What.” He said quietly, still
walking.
She panted a few times, trying to
regain her breath, and then she grabbed his arm, “Do you know where Jam Kuradoberi lives?”
Sol tried to ignore the alarms
going off in his head and switched the bag to the other arm so that he could
face the woman properly, “No.”
Her face fell, and her hair went
limp, “Oh… Okay.” Her lips were torn and the gash on her forehead oozed blood
down her pretty cheek. She didn’t seem to notice. Her arm fell away and she
started walking to the opposite direction, the slant of her shoulders showing
disappointment.
Notification, female going wrong way.
Kuradoberi restaurant located in 3rd
block, china town. Zero hours, seven minutes and fifty five
seconds away.
A muscle in Sol’s left cheek
twitched. Damn…
“R… Wrong way,
Rage.” God damnit.
He turned around only to find an old woman leaning down to look at an
unconscious Millia. “Damn…” he decided to ignore and go home, but the old woman
called out for him.
“Excuse me, son, your girlfriend is
out cold!”
163 lbs of muscle and hate knelt
down near the blond-haired wonder and he decided what to do after a single
glance at her beautiful Russian face.
“She’s not my girlfriend.” He got
up and fixed his paper bag. “Grandma.”
“Well, could you at least take’er to a hospital?” the woman looked up at him, a
surprised look on her wrinkled features. “Men these days…” her innocent attempt
to touch the fainted woman only made the blond hair turn into long sharp
needles and attack her. “Goodness gracious!”
Sol sighed and looped one masculine
arm around Millia before hauling her over his left shoulder, her hair went limp
again. “Ma’am.” With that, he made his way through the
crowded street.
The old woman couldn’t stand up
without help after that.
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Spanish blind men and white-haired
tanned Venoms swam in her head carrying black poles and White beasts… black
beasts… white poles and black Billiard balls…
Who cares?
One eye cracked open into a blue
slit. The feel of softness under and around her, and the light that made her
head spin only sobered her up.
Millia sat up and pushed back the
tobacco-smelling blankets. She paddled to the ajar door and pushed it open, her mind was still fogged from being asleep so long.
A man was watching a cheesy
romantic movie on the old TV, but the sound was so low she couldn’t hear
anything properly. The only reason a man would help her was something she
didn’t practically like, and her hair agreed by prickling up into needles. She
decided she would use the poor man up before she left, she was broke after all.
When she rounded the couch and
realized the man was asleep, she puffed clumps of limp hair out of her eyes and
sat down next to him.
Upon the small vibration caused by
her presence, Sol opened his eyes and looked at her, not a trace of human sleep
in his eyes. “What?”
“Where am I?” she voiced quietly,
her voice barely audible.
“My apartment.” Analyzing air particles… 2%
extra elements… 1% female 1\2% lemon 1\2% lavender… Damn brain… shut up…
“Scram.”
Millia corked and elegant blond
brow. “Gee, I feel honored.” She crossed her legs and just then she realized
that her legs were bruised. Crappy mob… tore my favorite suit. She
thought disgustedly before getting up to a door.
She hauled the door open and found
a few sets of belts tossed randomly over white pants and red and black shirts.
Only a single black pair of pants hung up the rack.
She scowled at the offending smell
and closed the door, going to another one on the left of it. A mirror and
toilet met her eyes before she heard Sol grunt “The exit’s that way.”
She hesitated a moment before
asking, “Can I wash my face?” her image in the mirror before her was anything
but healthy.
“Sure.”
Millia closed the door quietly
behind her and wondered how a man –a member of the male specie- kept a
bathroom, a bathroom! Clean in such a way. She carefully
washed the blood off her face and winced when the water felt too hot on her
injury. She dried her face and pressed the tissue to her forehead, the
handkerchief soaked red.
“Oh no…” she grumbled before
opening the door and walking over to Sol. “Do you have a first aid kit?”
“No.” Sol never bothered to look
her way; instead he just turned the volume up on a deafening hard-metal tune.
Her lips pressed together in a
straight line before she stood next to him. “Do you have Ice, then?”
“Yeah.”
She guessed that he wouldn’t tell
her anything more, so she went to the kitchen –the door was open all along- and
opened the ice box. A single ice cube lay alone in its container. She sighed
and dabbed the coolness to the pain in her forehead. Tension gathered between
her brows.
“Move.”
She almost jumped out of her skin
at the gruff order. He was standing behind her, barely touching her as he
waited for her to move from his way. “What?”
“Move.” He repeated.
“Oh, you want something?” she
questioned quietly, the blood-colored ice on her
forehead eased the ache and helped her mood.
“Yeah.”
“What could it possibly be?”
His dark eyes showed annoyance,
“I’ll get it myself.” With that he nudged her with his shoulder and grabbed a
beer.
Millia shifted her weight to one
foot before watching the tanned man down the whole bottle in a few gulps. “Can
I stay here for the night?” her face burned in humiliation when he studied her,
his eyes –half hidden under the head protector- were judging. “I don’t have any
money.” She explained.
Her hair prickled, damn that Zato, now I have to manage my own savings…
“No.” Sol padded his bare feet back
into the living room.
Her brows met, “What? How can you
say ‘no’ to a lady?”
Sol looked at her, and then very
slowly moved his lips “N.O.”
The blond hair twitched before its
commander sat down on the couch. “Fine, I’ll pay you.”
“Whatever.”
“You suck…” she said quietly.
‘Please! I want to be with you for
the rest of my life! Don’t you understand? I love you!’
Sol frowned at the mushy scene
before clicking a button on the controller in his hand. “Your
hair.”
Millia continued to glare at the
screen, “What about it?”
“It’s crawling down my spine.” He
stated simply and clicked to another channel.
Her cheeks heated and she braided
her hair slowly, the tangles coming loose from the brown strands of Sol’s.
After a long pause, Sol finally
spoke, “You gotta job?”
“No.”
“…”
“I’ll get one.” She nodded.
The hunter didn’t seem convinced,
but kept quiet anyway.
Silence stretched between them
again, and Millia’s hair started coming loose from
its braid, crawling closer to Sol’s.
“Stop that.” He ordered quietly.
“I can’t help it.” Millia pulled
her hair closer, “It has a brain of its own.”
Sol sighed softly before turning
the TV off, “Can you cook?”
“You’ll have to pay
“To work at Krudberry’s
place.”
“Crud?” a muscle in her cheek
twitched, “Yeah, I can cook.”
“Get up.” He ordered and pulled his
red shoes on.
“Where?” she got
up.
“To work!” his voice screeched in
annoyance. “Jeez, what’s wrong with you ladies?” he mumbled a few choice cuss
words then clutched his Fire seal and made his way to the door, glaring at her.
Well, he’s in a bad mood. She thought before making her way
after him.
End of chapter
one.