Regrets

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Title: Regrets
Fandom: Scrapped Princess
Characters: Fulle
Rated: PG
Warning: Don’t read this unless you’ve seen ALL of Scrapped Princess.
Author’s Note: I used a somewhat unorthodox style of writing. See what you think. Also, I wrote this long ago as a challenge in my writing journal, and I can’t recall posting it here nor did I see it tagged, but just in case I did, my apologies.




Come on, Leo, just ask her to a private dinner or for a romantic walk or just give up already. But, for the love of the gods, burn that ridiculous costume! It isn’t just your personality that sends people running anymore.

*sighs*

I suppose that isn’t fair. You are actually a pretty nice kid. And don’t think I’m abandoning thinking of you as a kid even though you are going to age past me now that I managed to get myself dead.

*thinks*

Oh, and about that, it isn’t your fault. I see you looking guilty when she says something that reminds you of me. You did what had to be done, and everything worked out, mostly. I’m not upset about being dead. It really isn’t so bad here. It’s peaceful, there’s a great view, and I get all the boiled eggs I want with no one stealing them from by bowl!

So, don’t feel like it would have been better the other way. She would be upset if you had died too. She knew you longer anyway. She just didn’t know that at the time. Besides, there is no way you could have held off that many soldiers on your own.

*smirks*

Also...I’m glad you’re still with Pacifica. She needs people. They make her happy.

....And she’s less difficult when she’s happy.

*reflects*

I never had too much use for friends. There were people I relied on and even trusted with my life as a soldier, but I still kept to myself most of the time. I never really had war buddies the way some people did. At best, I formed relationships of mutual respect, but it wasn’t the same.

It was hard with some of the things I’d seen and done to relate to people once I left that life. But I wasn’t one to complain when I was alive, and I’m certainly not going to start now.

O __ O

Damnit, Leo! That was your boiled egg. Don’t let her steal it!!!

> ___ <

Fine. Let her walk all over you then! She wouldn’t have gotten my egg though.

Well, maybe one, but never a second!

*relaxes*

She is kind of cute when she does that. Just a little. Maybe it has something to do with her eyes. They are abnormally large after all, and her hair has that unnatural curl to it. She is a very odd girl really.

*Waits for her to smack him with something and remembers she can’t hear him—can’t even remember him.*

....But, perhaps, not entirely unappealing.

*Calms*

There are a lot of people to talk to here, but just like when I was alive, I keep to myself. So, I spend a lot of time watching. I guess maybe I spend almost all of it watching her. I don’t mean to. I guess she just tends to lead a more interesting life than most.

*Catches himself being sentimental.*

Again, I blame this on the hair. Those two strands stay curly even when they are wet! I think they are what the prophecy was warning against.

*Stretches*

Well, Leo, I’m turning in for the night, but remember what I said about that costume. There is sweet and then there is creepy, and from where you’re sitting you can’t even see the line between them.

And...keep taking care of her. She likes to get into trouble. More than likely I’ll be telling you the same thing tomorrow though.

*Looks at Pacifica, and can’t find the words.*

*Whispers*

Sometimes I’m glad you can’t remember. And sometimes it breaks my heart. I don’t want you to regret any of it. I don’t.

*Turns to go, but stops, clearing his throat.*

I do, however, regret that no one had the decency to tell me how girly I looked in that sleeveless shirt. Even angels can be cruel, you know?