kilraaj (kilraaj) wrote in fic_variations, @ 2007-09-28 13:28:00 |
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[Shadow Hearts] Magic: Johnny/Hilda
Title: Compromise
Author: kilraaj
Rating: PG
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Magic: Johnny/Hilda (Shadow Hearts: From the New World)
Spoilers: None
Warnings: bad fashion sense
Summary: Hilda decides every heroine needs a sidekick, but Johnny's not sure he wants the job.
"Joooooohnny...I'm bored."
Johnny looked up at Hilda as she poked her head through the tent flaps, knowing that she only pouted like that when she wanted something. "Hilda, I'm not spending any more money. We need to keep some in case something comes up."
She laughed like she had no clue what he was talking about. "No no no, silly! I was thinking, since we're near Rio de Janeiro, I'm going to go into the city tonight. It's been a long time since I've been properly portrayed as the heroine I am."
"Don't you mean since you've portrayed yourself as...? Whatever," Johnny said, returning his attention to his homework. "Okay, I'll tell the others where you went. Have fun."
Hilda rolled her eyes. "Not even a 'be careful'? Hmm, maybe you're not sidekick material after all."
Though still focused on his writing, Johnny raised his left hand into the air for her to see. "First," he said, raising a finger, "I'm assuming you're smart enough to be careful without me reminding you. Second, why are you telling me if you thought I'd tell you not to? Third," and now he looked over his shoulder again, "since when am I a sidekick?"
The vampire was grinning now, satisfied she'd gotten his attention. "Every hero needs a sidekick, for moral support, backup in a fight...well, anyways! I've been thinking it's about time I got a sidekick, and I think you're the best candidate. With my magic and your malice, we'll be unstoppable!"
"Um, thanks, I guess, but I'm not really interested. Why don't you ask Frank?"
"Johnny, think about it. Frank's already chosen his costume."
"Yeah, so? That makes things easier."
"We clash."
Johnny paused in the middle of a sentence, thinking about this. Well, Frank and Hilda had argued a few times over how justice should be enforced--Frank was rather overzealous in upholding the letter of the law, while Hilda was a little lazy and would only get involved if she thought it'd make for a stirring story--but she was focusing on the colors of their outfits. "My jacket doesn't exactly go with your dress either," he said, hoping this would be enough to discourage her.
"That's why I got a costume for you."
Considering Hilda's costume was mostly black, with some splashes of pink and lots of frills, he was morbidly curious as to what she had picked for him. At any rate, it sounded more interesting than geography homework. "All right, I'll take a look. But I'm not promising anything."
"Oh, come on. You'll love it," she promised, skipping off to the tent she shared with Shania and Mao. Johnny followed at a distance, steeling himself for the possible horror. But when Hilda spun around with a black leotard, with full-length sleeves but legs that were disturbingly short, excessively frilled at every opening, Johnny realized he had not been quite prepared.
"I...don't think it'll fit me," he lied. His eyes followed the green trim on the leotard's torso, wincing when he realized where the V would point to when worn.
"It will. I got Lenny to help me make it."
"You're lying," Johnny said flatly. "Lenny would've said something about it to me." If his butler really had made this...thing, they were going to have a serious talk when Johnny got back home.
"Well...I might've charmed him."
That would explain it.
"Please?" Hilda asked. "Pretty please? It's just for tonight..."
"No way."
The pout again. "But then I won't have anything to do."
He didn't want to be a sidekick, and he didn't want to be stuck in that hideous leotard. On the other hand...playing at "superhero" for the night did sound like it might be fun. "Okay, here's the deal: I'll be your sidekick for tonight, but I am NOT wearing that thing."
Hilda thought about this, eyeing his red shirt and blue jeans. "Hmm. Will you change your clothes at least?"
"Sure. You can even pick them yourself." After all, he knew none of the clothes he'd packed would mortify him.
"Yes!" Hilda pumped her fist--still holding the leotard--into the air. "Evildoers, beware! The blood princess and boy wonder--"
"You're not calling me 'boy wonder', either."
She halted in the middle of her shout and frowned. "Wonder Boy?"
"No."
"Malice Boy?"
"Stop it with the 'boy'!"
The vampire sighed. "Oh well, we're figure out your title later. Let's get going before sunset."