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lucathiaTitle: so my captain shrank... now what? (7/9)
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,066
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their duties would include looking after their deaged captains. They've really been missing out.
Notes: Here's Part 7~
Metal
While Elmairy had been a sweet kid, giving Vice-Captain Leaf an easy job and an adoring ward (yet somehow still worrying Vice-Captain Leaf anyway), Laica was the complete opposite. There was definitely no need to worry that anyone would take advantage of the de-aged Knight Captain Metal. It was more likely that he would send other people crying. (Just not Vice-Captain Metal.)
Vice-Captain Metal had been looking forward to taking care of a sweet kid, as he figured that his captain wouldn't have been taught to speak poisonous words yet if he shrank to an age before he had become a holy knight, so surely his captain would have been a sweet kid back then. After all, his captain was so bad at insulting people as an adult. That had to come from somewhere.
Oh, how wrong he was!
"Did a squirrel die on your head?" his little captain said soon after getting left alone with him. The boy was staring at his curly hair.
How completely rude! How hilarious! This was completely unexpected! He should have predicted this would happen when he'd heard his tiny captain accuse Knight-Captain Hell of being a kidnapper. (All Knight-Captain Hell had done was deliver his tiny captain to him. Poor guy.) But how could he have ever imagined his captain would be like this as a kid?
Vice-Captain Metal laughed and jotted down what his captain had just told him. "Seventy five points," he said and reached out to ruffle his tiny little rude captain's hair, an action he was overly used to, and unbeknownst to him, the envy among the vice-captains, for Vice-Captain Ice was not the only one to wish that boundaries could be crossed so that they could spoil their captain rotten. It was just that few had Vice-Captain Metal's daring. "There, now you have a dead squirrel on your head, too."
His tiny little rude captain scrunched up his face and swatted away the offending hand. He reached up to smooth down his hair like always, but it was still messy after his endeavor, errant strands sticking up this way and that.
Vice-Captain Metal snickered, only to receive a deadly glare from his indignant little captain. It really didn't have the effect of a glare from his captain's grown up self, not with the baby fat still present in those chubby cheeks.
As the day progressed, his captain would often spout rude remarks. His captain really needed to take notes from his younger self on how to be rude. This was hilarious. Seriously, the rudeness of children. Vice-Captain Metal was enlightened. He should start taking notes from kids to get the best insults to share with his captain later on. There were few children around the Holy Temple, so he would have to do his intel gathering out in the city, though perhaps he could take this opportunity to observe the other knight-captains when they were to shrink back into kids. For now, he would observe his tiny little rude captain and note down cutting remarks to share with his captain once he returned to his original age.
They were at the throwing range when his captain said, full of disbelief, "You call that pathetic performance throwing?
Now, taking a kid to a throwing range certainly wasn't the first thing someone looking after a kid would think of, but this kid in question was the captain of the Metal Knight Platoon. The metal knights were known for their expertise in knives and daggers, so where else would he take him? In fact, the kid himself had demanded to go to the throwing range after noticing the row of knives along Vice-Captain Metal's belt. The existence of those knives was the only thing that stayed his tiny little rude captain from considering him to be a kidnapper in cahoots with the "weirdo" wearing a leotard and mask. Vice-Captain Metal didn't really understand his captain's reasoning, but hey, who was he to question it?
Vice-Captain Metal's knife hadn't landed in the center of the target, but it wasn't that far off. Just a millimeter or two to the left. At a glance, most would believe it to be straight on the target. Not a bad attempt. He lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? Can you do better?"
"Even a toddler can throw better than that in my village!" his captain declared, eying the target.
Pffft, aren't you still a toddler yourself? Vice-Captain Metal could not help thinking that. But even as he thought that, he handed a knife to his bragging little captain and said, "You think you can do better?"
Now, while giving a knife to a little kid certainly wasn't the smartest idea or the safest thing to do, this little kid was indeed versed in throwing knives, having come from a hunting village. Even at such a young age, he had already been hunting with his father. But before he showed off his skills, little Laica took one look at the knife and had the gall to say, "What a shabby knife."
Laica took the knife, a disgusted look on his face, as if the knife were horribly offending for existing at all.
Vice-Captain Metal held in his laughter, but the grin that broke out on his face was nothing that he could stop. His captain really needed to take notes from his toddler self. He was tossing out insults left and right with no mercy! He even had to get a dig in before showing off his knife throwing skills.
With that said, his captain closed one eye and took aim, and the knife flew straight and true, sliding by the knife Vice-Captain Metal had thrown, piercing right into the dead center of the target.
Laica turned his head and smirked up at him, perfectly condescending.
Vice-Captain Metal could not help clapping. "One hundred points," he declared, committing this obnoxious look to memory and mentally noting down all the various insults his captain had spouted during this time.
His tiny little rude captain was a riot.
Vice-Captain Metal reached out to ruffle his captain's hair once more, a wide grin stretching across his face when his little captain only gave his hand a half-hearted swat in protest.
Of course, right after that, his captain did not fail to reach up in an attempt to smooth down his hair, like always. It really didn't help.
to be continued
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,066
Summary: The vice-captains of the Twelve Holy Knights never thought that their duties would include looking after their deaged captains. They've really been missing out.
Notes: Here's Part 7~
Part 7
Metal
While Elmairy had been a sweet kid, giving Vice-Captain Leaf an easy job and an adoring ward (yet somehow still worrying Vice-Captain Leaf anyway), Laica was the complete opposite. There was definitely no need to worry that anyone would take advantage of the de-aged Knight Captain Metal. It was more likely that he would send other people crying. (Just not Vice-Captain Metal.)
Vice-Captain Metal had been looking forward to taking care of a sweet kid, as he figured that his captain wouldn't have been taught to speak poisonous words yet if he shrank to an age before he had become a holy knight, so surely his captain would have been a sweet kid back then. After all, his captain was so bad at insulting people as an adult. That had to come from somewhere.
Oh, how wrong he was!
"Did a squirrel die on your head?" his little captain said soon after getting left alone with him. The boy was staring at his curly hair.
How completely rude! How hilarious! This was completely unexpected! He should have predicted this would happen when he'd heard his tiny captain accuse Knight-Captain Hell of being a kidnapper. (All Knight-Captain Hell had done was deliver his tiny captain to him. Poor guy.) But how could he have ever imagined his captain would be like this as a kid?
Vice-Captain Metal laughed and jotted down what his captain had just told him. "Seventy five points," he said and reached out to ruffle his tiny little rude captain's hair, an action he was overly used to, and unbeknownst to him, the envy among the vice-captains, for Vice-Captain Ice was not the only one to wish that boundaries could be crossed so that they could spoil their captain rotten. It was just that few had Vice-Captain Metal's daring. "There, now you have a dead squirrel on your head, too."
His tiny little rude captain scrunched up his face and swatted away the offending hand. He reached up to smooth down his hair like always, but it was still messy after his endeavor, errant strands sticking up this way and that.
Vice-Captain Metal snickered, only to receive a deadly glare from his indignant little captain. It really didn't have the effect of a glare from his captain's grown up self, not with the baby fat still present in those chubby cheeks.
As the day progressed, his captain would often spout rude remarks. His captain really needed to take notes from his younger self on how to be rude. This was hilarious. Seriously, the rudeness of children. Vice-Captain Metal was enlightened. He should start taking notes from kids to get the best insults to share with his captain later on. There were few children around the Holy Temple, so he would have to do his intel gathering out in the city, though perhaps he could take this opportunity to observe the other knight-captains when they were to shrink back into kids. For now, he would observe his tiny little rude captain and note down cutting remarks to share with his captain once he returned to his original age.
They were at the throwing range when his captain said, full of disbelief, "You call that pathetic performance throwing?
Now, taking a kid to a throwing range certainly wasn't the first thing someone looking after a kid would think of, but this kid in question was the captain of the Metal Knight Platoon. The metal knights were known for their expertise in knives and daggers, so where else would he take him? In fact, the kid himself had demanded to go to the throwing range after noticing the row of knives along Vice-Captain Metal's belt. The existence of those knives was the only thing that stayed his tiny little rude captain from considering him to be a kidnapper in cahoots with the "weirdo" wearing a leotard and mask. Vice-Captain Metal didn't really understand his captain's reasoning, but hey, who was he to question it?
Vice-Captain Metal's knife hadn't landed in the center of the target, but it wasn't that far off. Just a millimeter or two to the left. At a glance, most would believe it to be straight on the target. Not a bad attempt. He lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? Can you do better?"
"Even a toddler can throw better than that in my village!" his captain declared, eying the target.
Pffft, aren't you still a toddler yourself? Vice-Captain Metal could not help thinking that. But even as he thought that, he handed a knife to his bragging little captain and said, "You think you can do better?"
Now, while giving a knife to a little kid certainly wasn't the smartest idea or the safest thing to do, this little kid was indeed versed in throwing knives, having come from a hunting village. Even at such a young age, he had already been hunting with his father. But before he showed off his skills, little Laica took one look at the knife and had the gall to say, "What a shabby knife."
Laica took the knife, a disgusted look on his face, as if the knife were horribly offending for existing at all.
Vice-Captain Metal held in his laughter, but the grin that broke out on his face was nothing that he could stop. His captain really needed to take notes from his toddler self. He was tossing out insults left and right with no mercy! He even had to get a dig in before showing off his knife throwing skills.
With that said, his captain closed one eye and took aim, and the knife flew straight and true, sliding by the knife Vice-Captain Metal had thrown, piercing right into the dead center of the target.
Laica turned his head and smirked up at him, perfectly condescending.
Vice-Captain Metal could not help clapping. "One hundred points," he declared, committing this obnoxious look to memory and mentally noting down all the various insults his captain had spouted during this time.
His tiny little rude captain was a riot.
Vice-Captain Metal reached out to ruffle his captain's hair once more, a wide grin stretching across his face when his little captain only gave his hand a half-hearted swat in protest.
Of course, right after that, his captain did not fail to reach up in an attempt to smooth down his hair, like always. It really didn't help.
to be continued
