Record Of Lodoss War Fan Fiction ❯ Hero Worship ❯ Chapter 1

Hero Worship

Pairing: ParnXSpark, KashueXParn (only mentioned)

Warnings: Romantic situations involving an underage child. There is only imaging, no actual intercourse offurs. Angst. First Person POV

 

Disclaimers: I don't own Record of Lodoss War: Chronicles of the Heroic Knight. Hat is the soul property of Ryo Mizuno and Masato Natsumoto. I don't have any rights to the characters and use when without permission.

 

Summery: Worshiper becomes worshiped

 

 

 

I can see it in those large blue eyes. The look of awe. There sheer adoration and worship evident in his young face. It's the same look I often give to Kashue.

 

Do you feel for me the way I feel towards the Mercenary King of Flame? If you do, you need not be frightened, young Spark. I understand completely. In fact, I want you too. Almost as much as I want Kashue, if not more. Because I saw something in you. Something beautiful and wonderful.

 

I saw you when you were practicing in the courtyard. You, of all the little would be warriors caught my attention. You, so much smaller and younger than everyone else. Yet you still fought. You have never given up, have you Spark?

 

They say you remind them of me when I was younger. And in a way you do. But I'm not that old. In many ways. I'm still a child myself. A child who is totally in awe of my hero. Who is your hero, Spark? Who would you give anything to be? Who would you love to be with, fight beside? For me, it has always been Kashue, King of the desert kingdom. I worship the very ground he walks upon. I adore his every move. I hand onto every word that comes out of his mouth. I love him.

 

I love him when he's in his armor. He's so grand and noble. Iron coating a man who cares. He's the Knight I wish to be. I love him even better out of it. Just because it proves to me that he is a man, just like me. Touchable, yet unreachable. He is so regal and handsome. I would give up being a Free Knight if he asked it of me. I would stay forever, if he asked.

 

But until I know for certain, I can only do little things to get close to my idol. Dancing with Shiris in hopes of bumping into him. I realize it is cruel to her and to Deed. And doubly cruel to Orson. But men will do strange things in the presence of their Hero.

 

I met you that night, and my world changed. So beautiful and timid, just behind Kashue. The look in your eyes told me. Kashue only confirmed what I already knew by that one look. I'm your Hero, aren't I? Don't worry, little one. I won't tell if you don't. Besides, every little boy needs someone to look up to. And you're very pretty, so I don't mind.

 

I'm surprised that the King let you watch us spar. It must have been hard for you. To watch your Hero get beaten. But I loved it. I love practicing with Kashue. It was even better with your worshipful eyes following us. Trying to memorize every detail. I even love it when he beats me. Kashue always beats me at his, and at everything else. I don't' mind that either. In fact, I'd love for him to dominate me completely. But that's beside the point.

 

The point is what was said in that room. My Hero wanted me to be a King. Me! He wanted me to be his equal. My Hero wanted me to be on the same terms as him. But what did that really mean? I wish I know. I need to think though. And it seemed that I do my best thinking with a sword in my hands.

 

So I stayed and practiced after he had left. I'm surprised that you stayed as well. How could I tell? I could feel you there. Your young eyes locked on me, trying to catalogue my every move.

 

Dear, sweet, adorable Spark. I know you too well. You are like me. You live to bask in the presence of your Hero. We both worship people we can never have. I know that. I know Kashue is far too far away for me to ever reach. Even if I were to become a King, he would be that way. But I don't want you to be like that, Spark. I'm right here. Right within your reach. All you need to do is reach out, young one. Or maybe that's my job. I suppose it is. Because I know too well how hard it is to try and touch your Hero. I know you're still very young, but so am I. We are both still children. Each trying to gain the love of their Heroes.

 

But even as a reach out to you, my small, dulcet, delicious little Spark, I'm afraid. Afraid that I've judged you wrongly. Or that you'll push me away, deeming yourself as unworthy to touch your Hero.

 

I imagine though that I don't have to worry. You would come to me willingly. You would come to me when I reached out. Come to me and sat on my lap and gave me a sweet, innocent kiss. Spark. My darling. So sweet and young. So innocent and tender. Do you know what you do to me? You will soon enough. Though I can't give up on my own Hero, I won't give up on you. I just want one night. One night to prove something to myself. I need to prove that it is possible to touch a Hero. I need to know it can be done.

 

Tomorrow, I do to kill a dragon. At sunrise, I join my Hero to smite Shoot Star. But before I go, I want one kiss. One caress. Give me my one night Spark. One night with you in my arms. One night of you in my bed. And after the dragon, who knows? I'd love to come back to be with you, Spark. And even if I don't come back immediately, I'll always be there in spirit. I'll always be there. A Hero. Your Hero. A Lover. Your Lover. I can promise to always reach out and remain touchable. I can promise you that. I won't let things between us die. I won't let us become like Kashue and myself.

 

But you have to promise me something. You have to let me love and worship you as much as you love and worship me. Because, not all Heroes are unreachable, Spark. I'm your Hero, and I am in love with you. That's all that truly matters for the both of us.