(((((part 10 out of ??? idk if im gonna finish this or if it's gonna die like a lot of my AU projects)))
Andrei looked down art his chest. It still felt surreal to know there was a magical stone inside of him. He still felt relatively normal, his heartbeat was the same as ever. He wasn't awake when Ikkioi tested his healing factor so part of him was curious: he didn't quite have the courage to cut himself open to verify it was real, but there wasn't any other way for him to be sure.
"I'm sorry" he mumbled, still looking at his chest
"This was your life's work… and I kinda ruined it."
"Of course not. Why would you think that?"
"You said I was nothing like what you worked for…" the guard looked away "And you were quite angry about it."
"Ah! No! That's not what I meant!... I mean yes, this isn't what I planned and I do worry it could get miss-used in the wrong hands, but I wouldn't say my work was ruined and especially not by you!" he adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly "Beside, I can always make a new one now that I know the first worked."
Feeling the mood souring a little, the alchemist moved closer and wrapped his arm around his guard. He playfully shook him a little.
"You know it could work at our advantage!" he half-whispered so their conversation would fade into the noise of the crowd "While it's best for you to not show your abilities in public, it would help you in your guard duties and because of that I wanna make sure to get you a nice weapon. Since you seem interested in gemmagica I could use my materials or my connection to get a sword with an elemental stone embedded in it. That's if you prove to be able to channel their power that is. What do you say?"
"Um…" Andrei was quite exited at the idea but he didn't let it show "Wouldn't such a rare weapon attract unnecessary attention?"
"I'm the former Royal Alchemist. We will get a lot of attention in any big city with circulating newspapers" He gestured at the people stuffing the tavern "I spent my days inside the castle away from the public so small towns like these might have trouble recognising me but even then, a few people keep glancing at use every now and then. I may not be wearing my fancy noble cloak right now but I don't exactly look like your typical commoner either. At best, me giving you such a sword will only come of as your typical eccentric noble making questionable choices as soon as he got free form the palace rules~!"
Ikkioi was indeed what many people of the era would consider eccentric. Now that he was out of the castle he was starting to show his true self: he was much louder, playful and not shy about getting close and physical with people he enjoyed the company of. There was a strong energy radiating from him, passion that had been quieted down until now that caught Andrei's attention.
"I'll probably have to teach you some real sword fighting techniques" said the noble, still not letting go of his friend "As a low level guard equipped with an oversized knife, I know they only taught you the bare minimum. Nothing good like I was taught back when I was a guard for my hometown!"
"You were?" Andrei's interest being piqued further
"Hmhmm! Even when I moved to Rafrella to start my alchemist journey I didn't stop honing my fighting skills!" he leaned back and smirked "I grew quite the reputation with a few people constantly challenging me to duels. I have a lot to teach you!"
The guard loved the idea. Fighting had been a big source of joy for him through the years. It's not that he got pleasure out of being violent but fighting was the one thing he was good at and how he put food in his stomach. It started out when he was a teen participating in illegal fist fights lower nobles organized to bet and make money. Later on, one of the noble who bet on his fights hired him to become his champion in legal small fighting tournaments before he eventually got lucky enough to get a spot at the emperor's castle as a stable guard. Fighting was pretty much the bulk of his identity at this point.
"I guess that explains your physique." pointed the commoner
"I do exercise in my room every morning before heading to the lab" he flexed his arm unknowingly reigniting the flush on the guard's face "I have no intention of getting rusty!"
Andrei being interested in fighting and appreciating the gains of other fighters wasn't anything new to him, but he couldn't deny Ikkioi felt a little different. There was just something about him he couldn't quite put his finger on just yet. Perhaps it was because he wasn't a unkempt sweaty mess like most of the fighters he befriended before. The noble was always nicely dressed with silky well brushed hair. In the carriage he even picked up a sweet scent of cherry blossoms coming from him. He was just so refined compared to him.
On his end, Ikkioi's thoughts were a bit more disorganized. He though about what sword he could get him, maybe get himself a new one too since it seemed the one he had wasn't put in his bags when he got kicked out. He should probably get a pair of wooden ones for training. Even if Andrei could heal any cuts it would probably be best to not injure him needlessly. He was also reminded of that one guy who kept challenging him to duels in Rafrella and he wondered if he still lived there and still held a grudge. Part of him hoped so just so he could beat him one more time just like old times.
Eventually it was time to exit the inn and retreat back to their carriage to sleep. Both men very much enjoyed the evening and walked out filled with many thoughts and dreams of what to come once they reached the fabled city Rafrella. One thing they agreed on: there would be plenty of sword fighting.
Space in the carriage was limited. Even if there weren't so many bags on one side the inside space was far too narrow to lay down properly. The duo would have to either sleep sitting up on the seat or have one lay on the seat and one on the floor with their legs bent. Had Ikkioi not been in such a rush he would have probably picked a bigger more luxurious carriage better fit for night stops like this.
"It might not be winter but the night is still a bit cold" Ikkioi started as he dug through one of his bags. "Using cloaks as cover isn't the best but it's better than nothing when we already don't have beds. Hopefully they packed both my standard cloak and my winter one."
"Eh… I'm used to the cold anyway," waved Andrei as he sat on the floor of the vehicle. "If there's just one, keep it."
"I do not need the princess treatment, thank you~." he playfully jabbed as he threw a jacket at his guard, completely covering his face "The whole 'you're my personal guard' thing is only on paper. I'm protecting you just as much if not more as you are protecting me. Remember that."
Ikkioi rolled up a couple of shirts to make both of them makeshift pillows. Then he sat on the seat, cloak on his lap. The noble kept on poking and teasing his mate as they got ready for bed… Well, he was getting ready for bed. Andrei was already laying down on the floor while Ikkioi meticulously brushed his hair. His hair had been tied up at the bottom but with all the running, sweating and stressing, there were some tangles here and there.
His hair was so shiny and smooth. Every time the brushing ran through it, it almost looked like a river of liquid sapphire agitated By strong current. Andrei couldn't look away and Ikkioi noticed.
”Long hair looks nice doesn't it?” asked the noble, snapping the guard out of his hypnosis ”It's a lot of work though.”
”Well, since I don't have any servants anymore maybe I will have you to brush my hair for now on~,” He joked, pointing his brush at the man down on the floor.
”Ah, err.” Andrei stammered before regaining his composure. ”I thought we were equals now.”
”Of course!” Ikkioi laughed ”Girl friends brush each other's hair all the time, do they not~?”
Professor Honda always had a playful jab to throw at Alexeev but the guard couldn't help but feel like they had been more…’ pointed’ since they got to the inn. Maybe it was just the alcohol distorting his perception.