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I lost count on how many months this has been in the making but I couldn't be more happier to have this finally completed, with much thanx and help to my beta. This fic came about during the icon challenge. You pick one of my icons and I would try to write a drabble regarding it, except that the only two ppl that took me up on this challenge, their drabbles turned out to be very long fics. *lol* The other icon fic was to my GW 3x11 Rain which you can read here.
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I know this won't get many reviews cause not many have seen Gungrave, but to those that do know and read it, I hope you enjoy it. I actually had fun writing it even though Brandon is a bit hard to write for someone who barely speaks. BUT he does talk. (ummm....sometimes)
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Title: Last Dance
Author: Beck
Pairings: Brandon and Maria
Warnings: None....ummmm should I warn it if it contains a bit of sap?
Notes: This takes place during eps. 6 "Big Daddy". Anything written after their dance was purely my own wishes, thoughts, imagination, what have you since they really skip alot of things in this anime.
Disclaimer: Me no own. Gungrave belongs to Red Entertainment, Project Gungrave, & Yasuhiro Nightow.
Standing in front of the entranceway that would lead him to where he needed to be, Brandon wiped his sweaty palms on his slack covered thighs and loosened a bit of his tie to keep from suffocating. Then, with a deep breath he took his first step through the threshold, taking in the surroundings, quite in awe with all the elegance and high class that filled the ballroom. It was something he was not use to seeing; at least this up close and personal without having to steal anything. Nor did he ever think in his 17 years that he would partake in such an event, though with the sudden change in he and Harry’s lives, nothing seemed impossible right now. Continuing to brave his way through the throngs of people, he made sure to keep his eyes and ears alert for a familiar face or voice that he was to meet here tonight. He still was unsure of the reason why Big Daddy had invited him to this gala, but then, when his dark eyes settled on the one person he had been searching for, it was all that he needed to be reminded of just WHY he had came here tonight.
There she was, by her lonesome, with eyes closed as in a deep thought and waiting patiently. Brandon stood his ground before he approached her, taking in everything about her. No matter if it was her voice or just her appearance, Maria always managed to take his breath away and right now was no exception. He knew he should tell her just how lovely she looked to him this night, but was uncertain if he had the nerve to. Even though they had a close connection to the point of not really needing words; he knew that at times it was the way one should express themselves, especially when he knew the other person would really be appreciative of hearing them. Finally gaining the emotional strength he desperately needed, he began to approach her and as he grew near, she turned around to face him at the last minute. His heart stopped again when he saw the brilliance of her beautiful smile and the happiness in her bright blue eyes; eyes that he noticed were taking him in, attire and all.
“Brandon!” She admired his form and in a bit of shock to see him dressed so formal for a change. “You look really good in that.”
It came as a surprise to hear her be the one to compliment him, though what Maria said next stunned him even more. For as the musicians started to cue themselves up for their next number, she held onto his arm and gazed sweetly up at him. “Let’s dance.”
Brandon couldn’t help but inwardly gulp and start breaking out into a light sweat, dance? I don’t know how to dance. I don’t want to disappoint her though. . . .“I. . . I. .
“That’s okay, I’ll teach you.” Feeling somewhat weak kneed, he let her walk them out onto the dance floor where they assumed the proper position. Maria placed one gloved hand in his and her other hand she braced onto his shoulder. Knowing at least how he was supposed to hold her, Brandon laid his free hand on the exposed part of her back, noticing a slight shiver running through his body, giving him a thrilling sensation. To actually touch her again, was one thing he had been certain he’d never get to do. He felt her own body flutter as she released a breathy sigh to whisper into his ear. “Follow my movements and just go with the flow of the music.” Nodding his response, the brunette male took the plunge, hoping he wouldn’t step on her toes. Though the music filled the room, Brandon swore that the beating of his heart was even louder and stranger still, it seemed to be keeping perfect time with the music. His feet moved gracefully beneath, his body swaying in unison with hers as if he had been dancing for a lifetime. Feeling even more confident, he soon took over the lead, with Maria’s wonderful smile making him feel even more at ease.
“Yeah, just like that. You’re a fast learner.”
A slight blush tinted his cheeks as he picked up their pace, and soon the young couple, were spinning and gliding across the floor as if they were one body. As the music came to an end, it took all he had to let go of her. So much was expressed in each other’s eyes that Brandon feared to look away, this moment being lost forever. It was her voice that snapped him out of his daze.
“Thank you for the dance.” Maria bowed slightly in his direction. Lifting her gloved hand to his lips, Brandon placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles, smiling a little more as she gasped from his gesture.
Peering at her again, through the hair that hung in his eyes, he voiced his pleasure back with a slight nervousness in his voice. “No...I mean...thank you...you’re a good teacher.”
Gripping his hand a little tighter, Maria laughed as they made their way off the dance floor. “I just have a willing student.”
~*~*~
Some mingling around and two more dances later, Maria suggested they go out to the terrace for a breather, an area that seemed to be the only place where couples could spend time away from the hustle and bustle. Despite being somewhat crowded, they managed to find a secluded spot at the far end. Once having staked their space, Maria grasped the marble railing and leaned slightly forward, taking a deep breath of the crisp night air.
“I’m so glad you could make it tonight. I wasn’t sure if you’d come or not, considering what kind of party this is.” She let out a small laugh. “Then again, who would’ve thought I’d ever be at such an event as well.”
He chuckled with her, agreeing to her statement. “I wanted to see you...so I came. I like being with you...a lot."
Pleased with his response, she continued to stare up into the night sky. “It’s a beautiful night tonight isn’t it?”
Brandon gazed up to where she was looking at the star-studded canvas; a sight that was rare to see from the slums where they grew up in. “Ah, it is.” His eyes didn’t stay locked onto the sky, however, as he turned his attention to observing the young blonde woman beside him. He thought of many reasons why he loved this woman so much, and what it was that captured his heart from the first time he saw her. Was it her beauty, her compassion, her charm? There was just so much about her that he couldn’t put it all together and it drove him crazy to even try. But one thing he did know, was that someone such as he, a good for nothing punk who had nothing to offer in life neither for himself or for her, still had her by his side, if only for the given moment such as now.
His heart suddenly cramped, as if telling his mind to do something, anything to show her how he felt. That, for some reason if he did not confess tonight then he would never get another chance to do so. They were here together, alone in their own little world; he had to make his move and take a chance.
Taking a half step and closing the space between them, he timidly placed his hand over hers. Feeling his touch, she turned to him, willingly falling into his embrace as he pulled her to him. For several seconds they stayed, locked into each other’s arms, until Brandon took her hands into one of his, using his free hand to tilt her chin upward.
Maria fluttered her lashes as if she was about to look away, but instead she held onto his gaze, the loving gaze that Brandon reserved only for her.
“Brandon. . . ?”
A single finger to her lips silenced her, allowing him to say what he had always wanted to say to her; not only on this night, but the many nights before since they had met. “It is a beautiful night, but not as beautiful as you are.”
So touched by his verbalized sentiment, Maria had to fight the tears that welled up in her eyes, not wanting him to think that he had upset her, when in fact he had made her the happiest girl in the world.
“Brandon..I...”
Once again, she found her speech halted, this time by his lips on hers, sealing her mouth from speaking any more words. She felt warm and secure in his tight embrace, light-headed and euphoric from his deepening kiss. Who needed Brandon Heat’s words when his actions could shout from the bottom of his heart, saying so much more.
Contentment, peace, acceptance and most importantly, love. These feelings, these hopes and dreams that rode on such a high cloud would soon fall however, for little did each of them know that circumstances and evil, beyond their control would shatter their dream world. Bringing it to an end, the tiny fragments being swept away by the torrent of cruel fate.
End
This goes out to
scarbie, who wanted to see something written for my Gungrave BrandonxMaria dance icon. I'm going to just use the links to some screencaps from that eps during their dance. I hope you like this chickie!I know this won't get many reviews cause not many have seen Gungrave, but to those that do know and read it, I hope you enjoy it. I actually had fun writing it even though Brandon is a bit hard to write for someone who barely speaks. BUT he does talk. (ummm....sometimes)
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gun_graveEnjoy!
Title: Last Dance
Author: Beck
Pairings: Brandon and Maria
Warnings: None....ummmm should I warn it if it contains a bit of sap?
Notes: This takes place during eps. 6 "Big Daddy". Anything written after their dance was purely my own wishes, thoughts, imagination, what have you since they really skip alot of things in this anime.
Disclaimer: Me no own. Gungrave belongs to Red Entertainment, Project Gungrave, & Yasuhiro Nightow.
Standing in front of the entranceway that would lead him to where he needed to be, Brandon wiped his sweaty palms on his slack covered thighs and loosened a bit of his tie to keep from suffocating. Then, with a deep breath he took his first step through the threshold, taking in the surroundings, quite in awe with all the elegance and high class that filled the ballroom. It was something he was not use to seeing; at least this up close and personal without having to steal anything. Nor did he ever think in his 17 years that he would partake in such an event, though with the sudden change in he and Harry’s lives, nothing seemed impossible right now. Continuing to brave his way through the throngs of people, he made sure to keep his eyes and ears alert for a familiar face or voice that he was to meet here tonight. He still was unsure of the reason why Big Daddy had invited him to this gala, but then, when his dark eyes settled on the one person he had been searching for, it was all that he needed to be reminded of just WHY he had came here tonight.
There she was, by her lonesome, with eyes closed as in a deep thought and waiting patiently. Brandon stood his ground before he approached her, taking in everything about her. No matter if it was her voice or just her appearance, Maria always managed to take his breath away and right now was no exception. He knew he should tell her just how lovely she looked to him this night, but was uncertain if he had the nerve to. Even though they had a close connection to the point of not really needing words; he knew that at times it was the way one should express themselves, especially when he knew the other person would really be appreciative of hearing them. Finally gaining the emotional strength he desperately needed, he began to approach her and as he grew near, she turned around to face him at the last minute. His heart stopped again when he saw the brilliance of her beautiful smile and the happiness in her bright blue eyes; eyes that he noticed were taking him in, attire and all.
“Brandon!” She admired his form and in a bit of shock to see him dressed so formal for a change. “You look really good in that.”
It came as a surprise to hear her be the one to compliment him, though what Maria said next stunned him even more. For as the musicians started to cue themselves up for their next number, she held onto his arm and gazed sweetly up at him. “Let’s dance.”
Brandon couldn’t help but inwardly gulp and start breaking out into a light sweat, dance? I don’t know how to dance. I don’t want to disappoint her though. . . .“I. . . I. .
“That’s okay, I’ll teach you.” Feeling somewhat weak kneed, he let her walk them out onto the dance floor where they assumed the proper position. Maria placed one gloved hand in his and her other hand she braced onto his shoulder. Knowing at least how he was supposed to hold her, Brandon laid his free hand on the exposed part of her back, noticing a slight shiver running through his body, giving him a thrilling sensation. To actually touch her again, was one thing he had been certain he’d never get to do. He felt her own body flutter as she released a breathy sigh to whisper into his ear. “Follow my movements and just go with the flow of the music.” Nodding his response, the brunette male took the plunge, hoping he wouldn’t step on her toes. Though the music filled the room, Brandon swore that the beating of his heart was even louder and stranger still, it seemed to be keeping perfect time with the music. His feet moved gracefully beneath, his body swaying in unison with hers as if he had been dancing for a lifetime. Feeling even more confident, he soon took over the lead, with Maria’s wonderful smile making him feel even more at ease.
“Yeah, just like that. You’re a fast learner.”
A slight blush tinted his cheeks as he picked up their pace, and soon the young couple, were spinning and gliding across the floor as if they were one body. As the music came to an end, it took all he had to let go of her. So much was expressed in each other’s eyes that Brandon feared to look away, this moment being lost forever. It was her voice that snapped him out of his daze.
“Thank you for the dance.” Maria bowed slightly in his direction. Lifting her gloved hand to his lips, Brandon placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles, smiling a little more as she gasped from his gesture.
Peering at her again, through the hair that hung in his eyes, he voiced his pleasure back with a slight nervousness in his voice. “No...I mean...thank you...you’re a good teacher.”
Gripping his hand a little tighter, Maria laughed as they made their way off the dance floor. “I just have a willing student.”
~*~*~
Some mingling around and two more dances later, Maria suggested they go out to the terrace for a breather, an area that seemed to be the only place where couples could spend time away from the hustle and bustle. Despite being somewhat crowded, they managed to find a secluded spot at the far end. Once having staked their space, Maria grasped the marble railing and leaned slightly forward, taking a deep breath of the crisp night air.
“I’m so glad you could make it tonight. I wasn’t sure if you’d come or not, considering what kind of party this is.” She let out a small laugh. “Then again, who would’ve thought I’d ever be at such an event as well.”
He chuckled with her, agreeing to her statement. “I wanted to see you...so I came. I like being with you...a lot."
Pleased with his response, she continued to stare up into the night sky. “It’s a beautiful night tonight isn’t it?”
Brandon gazed up to where she was looking at the star-studded canvas; a sight that was rare to see from the slums where they grew up in. “Ah, it is.” His eyes didn’t stay locked onto the sky, however, as he turned his attention to observing the young blonde woman beside him. He thought of many reasons why he loved this woman so much, and what it was that captured his heart from the first time he saw her. Was it her beauty, her compassion, her charm? There was just so much about her that he couldn’t put it all together and it drove him crazy to even try. But one thing he did know, was that someone such as he, a good for nothing punk who had nothing to offer in life neither for himself or for her, still had her by his side, if only for the given moment such as now.
His heart suddenly cramped, as if telling his mind to do something, anything to show her how he felt. That, for some reason if he did not confess tonight then he would never get another chance to do so. They were here together, alone in their own little world; he had to make his move and take a chance.
Taking a half step and closing the space between them, he timidly placed his hand over hers. Feeling his touch, she turned to him, willingly falling into his embrace as he pulled her to him. For several seconds they stayed, locked into each other’s arms, until Brandon took her hands into one of his, using his free hand to tilt her chin upward.
Maria fluttered her lashes as if she was about to look away, but instead she held onto his gaze, the loving gaze that Brandon reserved only for her.
“Brandon. . . ?”
A single finger to her lips silenced her, allowing him to say what he had always wanted to say to her; not only on this night, but the many nights before since they had met. “It is a beautiful night, but not as beautiful as you are.”
So touched by his verbalized sentiment, Maria had to fight the tears that welled up in her eyes, not wanting him to think that he had upset her, when in fact he had made her the happiest girl in the world.
“Brandon..I...”
Once again, she found her speech halted, this time by his lips on hers, sealing her mouth from speaking any more words. She felt warm and secure in his tight embrace, light-headed and euphoric from his deepening kiss. Who needed Brandon Heat’s words when his actions could shout from the bottom of his heart, saying so much more.
Contentment, peace, acceptance and most importantly, love. These feelings, these hopes and dreams that rode on such a high cloud would soon fall however, for little did each of them know that circumstances and evil, beyond their control would shatter their dream world. Bringing it to an end, the tiny fragments being swept away by the torrent of cruel fate.
End
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I'm glad that he didn't come off as being OOC.
If there's a rule that says that Brandon speaking a few sentences during the entirety of a fic is OOC then we're doomed! *lol*
*snerks* You got that right. Though I was already having it running in my head to do a smut scene between the two after the eps. 13 (the red dress meet up). Course there will be some angst but it will feel weird to have Brandon talk alot more and open himself up to her after she chases him down at his place. (the encouragement of Big Daddy for her to get Brandon to talk, with his blessings). So in this fic, middle of the night after they are done, he tells Maria why he has given her up while in the process of finally telling her he loves her regardless and always. (telling her in many ways more than one). Shit, I had to go back and see roughly what eps that took place in and I watched part of #12 and "the" scene in #13 and ended up a blubbering teary eyed mess.
But yeah, I strayed bit there with the comment. To have Brandon talk more to her and confess his love, I still have it in the back of my mind that it would be OOC for him BUT who is to say or tell us what is OOC for him or not? I mean look at how much stuff they did not show us in the anime.
The description of the actual dance was very nice. Brandon did catch on quickly! The kiss he placed on Maria's knuckles was a nice touch.
I at first thought trying to describe the dance would've been hard but I guess it wasn't that hard to tackle. The kiss on her hand was something I could see him doing to be polite and with feeling.
My beta was very helpful on trying to express the words and emotions I was trying to convey since I'm not very good with big words or descriptions. I can imagine Maria being a very happy girl indeed, especially with that kiss.
Brandon and Maria needed a moment like this and it fit in well with the events of the episode.
Amen to that! If the writers didn't want to show us hardly anything regarding the pair, then leave it to us writers to make it happen DAMN IT! Still not fair that Harry got to have all the great scenes. Is it such a crime to allow Brandon to love and feel emotions too?
God, I so agree on the last paragraph. My beta helped with the ending and even when I got the fic back and read it over, I wanted to cry cause it fits them so well.
Your welcome! I was more than happy to write it and so glad that it wasn't just 100 words. Reason being is that I think that scene could not be summed up in just 100 words. You have to dig down deep to pick into Brandon's brain.
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Heh, don't worry about straying. I can't wait to see what fic develops from the scenes you had to drop. Your story idea for Brandon and Maria after episode 13 is really interesting. I thought that any chance for them to be together after that was gone (Brandon!! You messed it up!) but your set-up sounds very plausible! I think that fic will be a tearjerker.
Still not fair that Harry got to have all the great scenes. Is it such a crime to allow Brandon to love and feel emotions too?
*LMAO* Harry did get all the good scenes! That bastard. He had the money, the power, and the women! We can console ourselves though because he aged badly! Brandon died badly but he was still good looking!
You have to dig down deep to pick into Brandon's brain.
That's what's so bad about those quiet guys. I'm so glad he's already dead in the story I'm writing. *lol*
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There are times when I get a surge of certain scenes or words I want to use that go so well, I scratch my head wondering just where that came from in me. ^_~ I guess also that in some ways, since I never really did well in English class in certain spots is what makes me think a few times about how my writing is or sounds. I'm glad though that ppl like it enough to make me feel a little better about what I'm doing.
I thought that any chance for them to be together after that was gone (Brandon!! You messed it up!) but your set-up sounds very plausible! I think that fic will be a tearjerker.
I think the idea for what I want to do after #13 is the thought of myself wanting closure for them. (Brandon, Maria, and Big D) I also like to think that just a one sided conversation and Brandon showing Maria what he does now, isn't going to make her say "Okay, I understand, time for me to move on in my life without you. Bye Bye!" There has to be an acceptance between the two, regardless if they accept it or not. I guess that frustration of mine comes in handy *lol* Plus I know how a breakup can be so I think in some ways, I can interpret that into the fic as well as to what my feelings were at the time and how things were resolved to move on.
This also might continue on to when Maria is preggie WITH the thought in mind that it really was Brandon's kid and not Big D's. Not only does this still sit in my head but also to the one creator who made the GG deviart group, has that same feeling too. I know many will say we're on crack but hey, no one knows so why not be different? AND to the fact that it doesn't say (or at least I don't think they mention it) as to how long its been since the next time Brandon and Maria see each other again at Big D's house during that dinner. (but if it does, then I'll change something or the whole idea)
Ooookay.....perhaps we are on crack but thats beside the point ^_~. I think if you make it believable enough, it could work. Or maybe its cause I just want BxM to have one last shag ya know. *evilgrin*
We can console ourselves though because he aged badly! Brandon died badly but he was still good looking!
OMG! *dies* Thats just too damn funny, but ya know, its true! I could see that made into an icon slogan or a bumper sticker *lol*
Yeah quiet guys are so stubborn even more so than THE stubborn ones.
I'm so glad he's already dead in the story I'm writing. *lol*
Is that lucky for you or for him? *snerks*