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Tragedia Coram Amandum Quae |Part IV|

A/N: This took forever.

Words: 2116

OCs: Six Ulric , Morticia Blackwell (Mentions) , Valeo Vult (Mention)

Warning: Swearing (As always) , Nightmares 

Part III

The magic of Ignis’ long awaited kiss faded at the sound of Cor clearing his throat. Smooth, boss. I thought turning around, but the look I gave made him take a small step back.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Ulric.” He said. Ulric. It sounds so different coming from him. Respectful even. Everyone in jail said it as an insult –and I gracefully took it as one. But Cor was always nice to me, respected, trusted and cared for me; even when I gave him every reason not to. He told us we should be on our way to meet with the guy who was going to accompany us, saying it would be a good idea to get out gear ready as well.

“That ass’s not gonna let me train is he?”

“I’m afraid no.” he gave me a faint smile, crossing his arms at his chest.

“We will have time to hone your skills.” Ignis said lowly.

“I was hoping to do other things, instead of training.” I winked at him, melting as he smiled.

“We will have time for that too.” His deep voice always made me weak on the knees, something that Cor caught right away, clearing his throat as his scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

“When are we to depart?” Ignis asked, placing a hand on my lower back and sending shivers down my whole body.

“First thing tomorrow.” His voice was filled with… disappointment? No, worry. Well, I was never really good at reading people. The failed first marriage and the Kingdom I work for should be enough of an explanation.

“He’s throwing us into the mouth of the behemoth.” Ignis thought out loud, getting close enough to me that I was able to feel the heat, radiating from his body.

“My offer still stands.” Cor said simply and I was taken by surprise when Ignis was the one to take the words right out of my mouth.

“We appreciate it, Marshal. But we shall do what we’re supposed to. We are not running away.”

I felt so proud of him. Of us. Doing what’s right, even when we both know how stupid it is.

Cor nodded and started for the barracks, where the man was waiting for us.

Reaching the shooting ranch we saw him. Kinna short and not so build. He looked like a child from where I stood. His blond hair looked like a chocobo’s butt and his eyes… he looked so tired. Someone had sure deprived that kid some sleep. He had a… thing… on his chin. It looked like a goatee; a weird one. Maybe it’s not fully grown, I thought when he came closer, not sure if I was talking about the hair on his chin or the boy himself.

“Heyas!” he waved at us with a smile.

I knew him! Prompto Argentum, the Marksman of the Faint Smile. Funny name. “Argentum, right?” I said, moving inside his personal space, snatching his gun off its holster and examining it. Great craftsmanship is rare in this Kingdom, but this was amazingly created.

“Children shouldn’t play with guns.” I said, not taking my eyes off the masterpiece in my hands.

“Who said I was playing?” he asked, moving to his target and bringing it closer to me. All headshots! The hole in the paper was thin enough to be made by one bullet only, but judging from the loud noises I was hearing on the way here, he’d shot at least five times before he stopped to greed us. Nice.

“Your reputation presides you, sunshine.”

“Don’t call me that.” I swear his eyes fell for a second, but he recovered quickly; smiling again and greeting Cor.

“Prompto, these are the people the king has you escort.” Cor explained.

“Right, King Regis said I should keep an eye out for the assassin.” He said looking at Ignis, probably trying to understand why his eyes were milky white.

“I’m the assassin.” I said simply and Ignis huffed a laugh at my tone. I won’t lie, I was kinna offended.

“You’re the assassin they hired?” Prompto was taken aback, looking at me from head to tows “I figured you’d look more… threatening.”

Alright, I take it back. I’m not even mad. That was correct, to say the least; but a year in jail tents to make you look like an old hag. “Touché.” I’m kinna proud of what he pulled off me. Nice going.

“King Regis –“ he started and I’ve already had enough of listening about him.

“King Regis is an ass who terrorizes people.” I cut him off as Cor took a look around, making sure no one listened to my big mouth “I know. I’m the one doing it for him.”

“Wait” he said, suddenly realizing who I was, did I really look that bad? “You’re Six Ulric!”

Shocking! “I’m Six Scientia now. Don’t you see my clothes?” I pointed at… well, all of me.

“No, I mean –“

“Yes,” I let out an exasperated sigh “Nyx Ulric is my father.”

“Sorry.” He answered simply, scratching the back of his head.

I believed him. “Don’t be. He left to join Lady Lunafreya because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.” I smiled giving him back his gun “I just paid the price.”

“If you’re done with the drama, we should move on.” Cor interrupted. In a way, I think he did it more for me; so I wouldn’t have to talk about it again.

I nodded, silently thanking him and we all moved to get our gear. Ah! My sword! I missed this blade. Ignis can tell as I stare up at it in adoration.

“You wanna keep staring at me, beautiful?” I smirked, not taking my eyes off the blade until the last second “Or do you wanna kiss me?”

Ignis moved closer to me from behind, placing both his hands on my waist and pulling me close to him as he whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending tingles down my every cell.

“I’m afraid” he whispered in a deep voice “if I kissed you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

God-damn-it!

Stay cool.

Fuck, that was hot.

“That’s gotta be the lamest pick up line ever, Iggy.” I laugh as I move away, now was not the time to play games. I hadn’t been touched in a year. I was dangerous! And there were people around –not that it mattered before.

“Don’t worry.” He smirked “This was only my first plan.”

“What’s the second, Advisor?”

“Kidnap you.” the words left his lips like it was the most obvious thing in the world and I have to admit, I wondered for a second if he was serious.

“Hey boss?” I yelled back at Cor, who was standing on the other side of the room talking with Argentum; my eyes never leaving Ignis’ as we both smirked devilishly, thinking of the same thing.

“Yeah, Ulric?” Cor knew too.

“Is there anything else? Cause we really need to go.” I said, glancing down at Ignis’ crotch and biting my lower lip “Something came up!”

“Fine” he breathed. Iggy grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room and towards our apartment, I managed to hear Cor saying something about being there bright and early so Morta could bless out mission and blah blah. I didn’t pay much attention.

…

I woke up in the middle of the night, entangled inside his arms. I could feel his steady breath on my hair as he held me close. That feeling is worth everything we’d ever been through.

I moved slowly out of Ignis’ embrace and found myself sitting on the kitchen table –like, ON it. With all the fluffy rugs on our floors, the table was the hardest surface I could sit my ass upon.

I was hunkered down, my legs crossed at the calves, taking in my apartment. I used to hate how small it was. The kitchen being one with the living room; I hated that the apartment only had three doors, one for the bedroom, one for the bathroom and one for the exit. It wasn’t all bad though, the large windows looking out to the City were amazing.

I remember begging Ignis to get a bigger one, somewhere closer to the City Square; but now; after spending a year in the Citadel’s cells –that looked a lot like my small bathroom; the only difference being the bed that was way too close to the toilet for my comfort –now, my apartment looked like a castle.

Deep into my thoughts, I hadn’t realized Ignis had woken up. He’d silently made his way to the kitchen and tried to wrap his arms around me. I jumped up as the small wave of air his movements made hit the back of my arms. I fell on him, stranded him on the floor as I already had a knife against his neck.

“It’s me!” he managed to say, drawing me back to reality.

“Ignis? Oh, Noct… what am I doing?” my breath picked up as I threw the knife into the wall next to us. Ignis made quick work of my emotion and hugged my tight as I tried to wrap my head at what I’d done.

“It’s alright. I am right here.” He whispered, caressing my hair.

I got back on my feet and helped him up in silence, not even looking at him as I was… scared. The things I could have done if he hadn’t managed to pull me back.

“Are you alright?” he asked, placing both his hands on my shoulders and looking into my eyes.

“Me?” I wondered “I just tried to kill you and you care if I’m alright?” I don’t know why, but I was pissed at his concern at the moment. It looked… unnecessary.

“It was not my intention to scare you. I know what you’ve been through in there. I should have been more careful with my approach.” He said and the only way I could cover the tears falling from my eyes was hug him for dear life.

I kept crying in his arms for a few more minutes as he caressed me silently, his touch making everything better. I hated the fact that I was so vulnerable. A year in jail wasn’t supposed to be something I couldn’t handle; but being in there, with every soul I had condemned was unbearable. Every day was a fight for my life! The others, they were people I had incarcerated, they were people seeking revenge for being there –for me putting them there. Each finding a way to make my days a living hell.

I hated that Ignis knew. I know it must’ve killed him inside; being unable to help.

“Why don’t you try to get some sleep, my love? Tomorrow will be the beginning of a difficult journey.” Ignis said, moving a strand of hair behind my ear when I was finally calm.

“I don’t sleep.” I answered, debating whether I should make this his concern as well or not; but he pressed on the matter gently, as he always did.

“What’s the matter?”

“My mind has the capability of being dark and demented.” I huffed a weary smile.

“You are afraid of your dreams.” He said; it wasn’t a question. He’d gotten the point even before the cryptic words had left my lips.

“Yes.” I nodded silently.

“Alright,” he answered, getting hold of my hand and gently pulling me to the couch in front of the TV “Let us watch some television then, there’s bound to be something entertaining.”

He wasn’t wrong. No, there was nothing on TV, but Ignis had fallen asleep a few minutes later. His head on my legs as I caressed his hair. His relaxed breathing and the way he kept running his fingers along my thigh even when he was sleeping. This was my kind of entertainment. The kind I wouldn’t change for anything in the world.

Someone in my profession is not supposed to be sentimental. But I swear, I will end anyone who tries to come across this feeling. Anyone who tries to get between us again.

I woke up in the morning with a note stuck on my forehead.

There is breakfast on the kitchen table.

We are to meet with the King and High Priestesses for the blessing.

A young hunter by the name of Valeo Vult will be joining us. They are in need of help and the Priestess has asked for us to help.

I will see you at the Barracks at 9.

I adore you, my light.

Love, Ignis.

Shit, it’s already 8:30!

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Tragedia Coram Amandum Quae |Part V|

Words: 2357

OCs: Six Ulric , Morticia Blackwell , Sa’van Blacke , Valeo Vult (If I’ve done something wrong by Val please let me know! I love the character so much, I hope I did good ^^)

Warning: Swearing (As always)

Part IV

“You’re late.” Cor stated once I reached him at the Citadel entrance.

I looked at my watch before answering “It’s only 9:15.”

“You were supposed meet with Ignis at 9!” he huffed a laugh at my defensive mode. This feels good. It’s like what we used to be before. It’s good to know he’s still here. That he never left.

“Yeah, well, Ignis should know better. He cooked breakfast. I wasn’t gonna leave before eating his food.”

“I should have known.” He laughed.

“Is the king here?”

“Not yet.”

“And Morta?”

“The High Priestess is not here either. She will be coming with Valeo.” He answered when we turned the corner.

“So who’s the kid?” the name sure reminds me of something.

“Valeo Vult,” Cor started “the child of Candor and Aeviter Vuu Volt.”

Wait a minute “The White and Black Mages?” I was stunned to say the least.

“Yes.” Cor huffed a laugh at me. I had completely stopped walking, looking straight at him, eyes wide in surprise.

“Why does Valeo need our help?”

“I do not know.”

I thought about it for a second. Valeo was a known hunter, been through a lot even as a child. Kidnapped at a young age, scarred for life. Losing a sister. Sure, I feel for the kid but, does Valeo really need my help? Valeo is a godsdamned masterpiece all by herself!

“Huh.” I bit my lower lip as I started walking alongside Cor again.

We reached the barracks where Ignis and Prompto waited for us, already armed and ready for the blessing.

Ignis made his way to me, while Cor did the same with Prompto. He kissed the top of my head and the warmth of his lips game me life.

“Did you get my note?” he asked, his hand not leaving my lower back.

“Of course I did. You stuck it on my forehead while I was sleeping.” I laughed and he shared the notion.

“It was the only way to make sure you would see it.”

“You could have called. Even though it was the cooking that caught my nose.”

“Go get ready my love.” He kissed me again and somehow I forgot what I was saying “The High Priestess will be here soon.”

“Fine.” I sight, leaving his embrace and making my way to the weapon case. I caught a glimpse of Prompto, looking at me with the side of his eyes. Watching him, I never saw I’d actually reached the case, stumping my feet on it and swearing profoundly.

“Swear jar.” Ignis said simply, sipping some of his Ebony.

The look I gave him would have anyone running, but he acted as if he didn’t see me.

Alright, if that’s the way you wanna play it. I winked at Prompto and Cor as I answered, making it known that I was on to him looking at me like a creepo “With everything we did last night, you’re lucky we don’t have a sin tin.” I sad, calmly placing my sword in its place while Ignis chocked, turning to dart his eyes once at me and twice on the men across the room. I love it when I get him to blush.

“Good morning to all.” A familiar voice dropped my smile as I turned to face none other, but the King of Lucis, accompanied by his dick in charge, Clarus.

“It sure was one.” I muttered and my men made their way to me. Probably, in order for me to keep my mouth shut. Like that was gonna happen.

“What was that, Ulric?” Clarus barked at me.

“What are you doing here, Clarus?” I spined back, already getting pissed off by his presence “What we’re good enough for the King to push us around but he doesn’t trust himself to be alone around us, is that it?” I took a step closer; so did Cor, moving his hand to stand on his katana.

He might’ve been on my side, want me to leave and have a peaceful life; but the King was his duty. He would hesitate, but if need raised, he would strike me down.

“The King should not have to stand in the presence of a monster like you.” he said, almost under his breath. It was as if he didn’t wish for me to hear it. Clarus might be the only one of the Council with some spark in him. It was the only reason I ever respected him. But he got outta line.

“I’m the monster?” I breathed threateningly, moving even closer to him as he did the same “Perhaps you should speak to me softly, then. Monsters are dangerous,” he drew his sword, getting it in between us “and just now mouthy councilmen are dying like rats.”

Wasn’t too long before I realized what my words had risen around me. Everyone had their weapons at hand, ready to strike at each other. What took me by surprise was the people that stood at my side! I knew Ignis would have my back, no matter what but, Prompto was there too. Pointing his gun at the King’s men. And Cor; Cor was standing still. He probably knew the King was not the one drawing my attention.

“That would be enough.” Morta’s voice was heard from the entrance of the room and we all turned to look at her, taking a step back as the boys holstered their weapons.

Behind the High Enchantress stood Valeo, the young hunter stood proudly next to Morta. Valeo’s piercing dark brown eyes were staring right into my soul as I examined the scar on her face. It looked like it was cracking. Awesome!

“Six Ulric,” Morta turned her attention to me and I instantly raised my eyebrows at the sound of my name, looking at her like a puppy, expecting treats. She made a small pause before speaking again, her eyes examining every inch of my body “It is nice to see you again, child.”

That… was not what I expected to hear. Wow!

I composed myself quickly, closing my mouth and bowing my head slowly at her; silently thanking her.

“Your Majesty,” she said to the King “if you could be so kind as to put a leash on your councilman.”

Oh, wow! What? How was I supposed to hold back a laugh at that? Well, I didn’t; but I tried my damned hardest to do so.

“You have my apologies, High Priestess.” Clarus bowed his head at her.

“It is not I you should apologize to, Master Clarus. It is the ‘Monster’ you so despise.”

Ouch. Now, I know that’s not the way she means it –the whole ‘monster’ thing –but I kinna felt a pinch in my heart when the word left her mouth.

“My apologies, Lady Ulric.” Clarus was defeated. Getting scolded by the High Priestess was bad news; she was like a mom for the kingdom.

“It’s Scientia,” I corrected him “but, accepted.”

Clarus nodded at me before turning to step behind King Regis, whose smirk now reached up to his ears. Mocking your own friends now, Reggie?

“So,” I cut straight to the chase as I was itching to get out of the city walls “what’s the kid doing here?”

Valeo’s eyes darted on me, just as Morta’s dead-like eyes had too.

“Alexander is missing.” Valeo said simply.

Well, it speaks. But who the Hell is Alexander?

“Who –“

“It is of great importance, that you help Valeo retrieve Alexander.” Morta said, not caring much that she interrupted me “Once Alexander is safe, Valeo will return to Insomnia.”

“Alone?”

“I can take care of myself.” Valeo said, voice steady as our eyes met “Besides, Alexander and Kestrel will be accompanying me.”

“Valeo will also cover for the missing member of your company.” King Regis finally spoke.

“Who is still unknown?” Ignis stepped in, standing next to me.

“Do you know who it is?” I asked Prompto and Cor. The boy shrugged his shoulders and Cor looked at the King. What? Was it a secret or something?

“He wishes for his identity to be withheld, until he comes face to face with you.” the King said.

“What the fuck? Why?”

“Six, language, please.” Ignis pressed looking at Morta’s direction. The levels of respect he has for this woman cannot be accounted for.

“My apologies.” I looked at her and she huffed a smile at my insolence. She always was one of the few people to like it.

“You can ask him when he reaches you.” she said simply “Now, shall we start the blessing? You and I both have places to be.”

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

Morticia went on and blessed us and our cause, to return victorious; something she did on every mission. I felt weird, being blessed again.

Once Morticia was done with her mambo jumbo blessing, Sa’van came in the room and run straight into me; hugging me tight.

She loosened her grip from around my shoulders and looked at me straight in the eyes as she passed a piece of paper in my hand, nodding for me to stay silent and keep the secret just for me.

I smiled up at her warmly, covering both our guilty features from the watchful eyes of the King and High Priestess; the latter seemed to know. Morta’s eyes never left mine as we walked out of the barracks, at the entrance of the Citadel.

“Are you ok?” Prompto moved closer to me as I raised my eyebrows at his question.

“Why were you looking at me like that before? Am I really that intimidating?” I laughed and he did the same, his cheeks getting a little pink tint as his eyes sparkled in the sunlight.

“No,” he kept a small smile on his face as he answered “you’re just…” Prompto turned to look at me “you’re just different than I imagined.”

“Oh, yeah? What did you imagine?” I laughed again, not ready of the answer that was to follow.

“Moonshine is indeed a m-“ he stopped before he finished the word but I knew what he meant to say.

Monster.

And he was correct. I… Moonshine… the Royal Assassin… Six Ulric… was indeed a monster. A well-crafted one too.

I sighed before taking a step forward but Prompto stopped me with his well-timed words.

“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t agree with what Master Clarus said.” His voice sounded like a puppies cry. Noctis; is he really that afraid of me? “I think…”

“You think what, kid? That I’m a good person?” I demented to know as I stepped back closer to him, Valeo and Ignis standing right behind us “That I’m worth fighting for?”

“I don’t know what you’re worth.” He stepped closer in a wave of braveness, I could feel the heat radiating from his body, the passion, the rage. He believed in me, in a way I would probably never understand. I had just met him; yet he was so focused on what he said, believing every word. “You are not a monster. There’s good in you!”

I squinted my eyes at him, letting them travel to the entirety of his face; the light tint of pink was now a glowing red and there were… tears… in his eyes, threatening to fall. Why did he believe in his words so much?

“You don’t know me.” I whisper as I made my way back to Ignis, getting stopped mid-way once more.

“You haven’t seen it, have you?”

I stop dead on my tracks, a sigh leaving my lips as I turn my attention to the blond again “What?”

“The way everyone believes in you?”

I think my heart just stopped. What?

“The way he looks at you?” he pointed at Ignis, who was just staring up at us, unable to get in between our little fall out “We believe in you, because of who you are, because of what you lost and because you never give up!”

“Trust me kid, that,” I point towards him, pointing out his words “that is not –“

“True? Fair?” he asked, raising his eyebrow at me “Yeah, well. Moonshine might have been named the monster, but I know –as does everyone else in Your company –that it’s the puppeteer who’s supposed to take the blame. Not the puppet.”

“I’m nobody’s puppet, kid.” I turn around for the last time, determent to leave this useless conversation.

“Yeah,” he answered softly as Valeo moved to stand next to him “whatever. Stop calling me kid, you’re only a year older than me.”

“Whatever you say, kid.” I smirk at the huffed laugh that leaves his lips as I stand next to Ignis, watching the two move on ahead on their own “Look at them, so young and willing to die.”

“He’s right, my love. You do not have to live under the shadow of your alias.”

I lick my lips before nodding my head at him “Okay.” I didn’t even believe that.

I pressed my hand inside the front pocket of my pants, getting the piece of paper Sa’van gave me and reading it.

My dear Six,

Once you have Gladiolus, place him under the care of Mr. Argentum and the headhunter from Galahd.

Do not come back!

Six, I beg of you, take care of yourself and Ignis.

You two deserve the happiness this place will never provide.

I overheard Master Clarus saying something about a bounty. Though, I am not certain it was for you, I implore you to be careful of your actions.

Trust your company.

Trust in people, other than just your skills.

Be vigilant. Stay alive. Stay away.

Your friend, Sa’van Blacke of Insomnia.

I turn to look at the inside of the Citadel, for what felt like the last time.

I should heed her words.

A bounty? On my head? The King wouldn’t do that. Not now. Not before I have his precious son back.

And the headhunter? This smells like a trap.

None of this matters for now. Because from this moment on, I’m as free as I can be.

We’re finally leaving Insomnia!

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