Fic: Not What Your Hoping
Title: Not What You're Hoping
Author: seliria
Dedication: This is for my Rinzler, hitokiri_neko. ILU! ^_^ Also to the mods of 8_dressing because if they hadn't chosen the Grid as the setting recently I wouldn't have started the post that led to this ^^!
A/N: Continuation of this thread.
Summary: Desi gets dragged off to see Clu.
"Bring her."
The tone of those two words echoing across the arena sent chills through Desiree’s body. Looking up at the box they came from, she squinted to see if she could get a look at who said it, but could only catch a flicker of black and orange before Rinzler unceremoniously hauled her up to her feet. Wincing as pain lanced through her left leg from where his disc had sliced through her suit, she just closed her eyes and tried to blank out her mind until they reached their destination. However, the pain, and the disc humming threateningly next to her ear for a bit, would not let her.
*****
"Can’t you let me bandage up my leg first before dragging me everywhere? Sheesh," she complained as the guards dragged her through the orange-lit corridors. She glared at the guards on either side of her, and even at Rinzler over her shoulder. He ignored it however and moved to stand beside the door. "Clu will decide what to do with you next," the guard on her left said quietly as they stopped exactly five steps in.
Falling silent, Desiree looked across the room at the helmeted figure in black and orange staring out the window before she finally spoke up, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "So you’re Clu, aren’t you?"
The figure turned to face her, causing an odd sense of dread to well up inside of her, as she attempted to take a step back. The guards tightened their grip on her arms and wouldn’t let her move as the figure - obviously male - strode across the room towards her, only to stop just out of arm’s reach, the helmet retracting into his armor to reveal a man in his mid-to-late thirties with sandy brown hair and eyes as blue as her own hair.
"So how did you get in here?" he said without preamble or an answer to her previous question, holding his hand out for her disc. Rinzler stepped forward long enough to detach the disc from her back and hand it to him over her shoulder, his approach causing her to cringe a little bit. Nevertheless, he did nothing else, just stepped back to his place one step behind and two to the left of her.
Clu took the disc and tilted his head as he tapped at a few buttons, the holographic display of Desiree’s memories - everything from Mika’s dare, to being picked up by the Recognizer, to her very handy defeat at Rinzler’s hands - lighting up in front of him. "He’s good," she said dryly once the hologram shut itself off. "Even if he cheats like crazy."
Clu handed Rinzler the disc back, Desiree again glaring at the black-clad warrior over her shoulder as he reattached it to her back. "It’s not cheating," Clu said once the blue-haired User looked back at him. "He’s just very good at what he does."
"Oh and you don’t call that crap with the gravity cheating?" She was in pain and still a little dizzy --ha, Dizzy was her nickname in junior high and she hated it so much, why was she reminded of that suddenly? --from Rinzler’s landing on her before, but she was trying her hardest not to show any weakness in front of either of them. Closing her eyes, she turned her head aside so Clu couldn’t see how afraid she really was, her voice dropping to a very faint whisper. "Now what are you going to do?" She opened her eyes as Clu took her chin in his hand and made her look at him.
"Not what you’re hoping," was all he said before he stepped back and nodded to the guards. Without a word, they started to drag Desiree to the door, her protests falling on deaf ears as she was dragged out to the lightcycle grid.
Author: seliria
Dedication: This is for my Rinzler, hitokiri_neko. ILU! ^_^ Also to the mods of 8_dressing because if they hadn't chosen the Grid as the setting recently I wouldn't have started the post that led to this ^^!
A/N: Continuation of this thread.
Summary: Desi gets dragged off to see Clu.
"Bring her."
The tone of those two words echoing across the arena sent chills through Desiree’s body. Looking up at the box they came from, she squinted to see if she could get a look at who said it, but could only catch a flicker of black and orange before Rinzler unceremoniously hauled her up to her feet. Wincing as pain lanced through her left leg from where his disc had sliced through her suit, she just closed her eyes and tried to blank out her mind until they reached their destination. However, the pain, and the disc humming threateningly next to her ear for a bit, would not let her.
*****
"Can’t you let me bandage up my leg first before dragging me everywhere? Sheesh," she complained as the guards dragged her through the orange-lit corridors. She glared at the guards on either side of her, and even at Rinzler over her shoulder. He ignored it however and moved to stand beside the door. "Clu will decide what to do with you next," the guard on her left said quietly as they stopped exactly five steps in.
Falling silent, Desiree looked across the room at the helmeted figure in black and orange staring out the window before she finally spoke up, her voice dropping to a near-whisper. "So you’re Clu, aren’t you?"
The figure turned to face her, causing an odd sense of dread to well up inside of her, as she attempted to take a step back. The guards tightened their grip on her arms and wouldn’t let her move as the figure - obviously male - strode across the room towards her, only to stop just out of arm’s reach, the helmet retracting into his armor to reveal a man in his mid-to-late thirties with sandy brown hair and eyes as blue as her own hair.
"So how did you get in here?" he said without preamble or an answer to her previous question, holding his hand out for her disc. Rinzler stepped forward long enough to detach the disc from her back and hand it to him over her shoulder, his approach causing her to cringe a little bit. Nevertheless, he did nothing else, just stepped back to his place one step behind and two to the left of her.
Clu took the disc and tilted his head as he tapped at a few buttons, the holographic display of Desiree’s memories - everything from Mika’s dare, to being picked up by the Recognizer, to her very handy defeat at Rinzler’s hands - lighting up in front of him. "He’s good," she said dryly once the hologram shut itself off. "Even if he cheats like crazy."
Clu handed Rinzler the disc back, Desiree again glaring at the black-clad warrior over her shoulder as he reattached it to her back. "It’s not cheating," Clu said once the blue-haired User looked back at him. "He’s just very good at what he does."
"Oh and you don’t call that crap with the gravity cheating?" She was in pain and still a little dizzy --ha, Dizzy was her nickname in junior high and she hated it so much, why was she reminded of that suddenly? --from Rinzler’s landing on her before, but she was trying her hardest not to show any weakness in front of either of them. Closing her eyes, she turned her head aside so Clu couldn’t see how afraid she really was, her voice dropping to a very faint whisper. "Now what are you going to do?" She opened her eyes as Clu took her chin in his hand and made her look at him.
"Not what you’re hoping," was all he said before he stepped back and nodded to the guards. Without a word, they started to drag Desiree to the door, her protests falling on deaf ears as she was dragged out to the lightcycle grid.