Red Velvet Couch (Griffith x Guts Fanfiction)

Red Velvet Couch

As the body's decay across the earth releasing their final amounts of natural warmth it was almost soothing to the victors of this grueling feat as it masked the everpresent heimel temperatures throughout the grotesque battlefield. To one in specific did this hold true, a man strapped in black iron armor and a greatsword wielded at twice his height, Guts. Yet this soothing feeling was then overcome by feelings of compassion he had only felt a few times before as he gazed upon what seemed to him to be an angel guiding his followers to victory. As the figure stood amongst the horizon his long white hair blew through the blood tinted air as he raised his sword and claimed victory for the band of the hawk. This man was known to Guts as Griffith, the leader of the band of the hawk and Guts' rival and best friend. Guts felt very highly of Griffith and couldn't even fathom to disobey him. While lost in thought Griffith had begun to lead the soldiers back to their camp within the confined and royal walls of Midland, Guts obediently followed.

Guts had realized over the years of training under the band of the hawk he had become strong enough to overtake Griffith. However, there is a part of Guts' self which he cannot understand, a part of him that has a deep yearning to Griffith to serve and please him. However, guts is a simple man and this complexity is only but a fleeting thought that passes by through moments of adrenaline and sheer emotion. Yet still he wonders.

Amidst the crowd of war torn, confidence deriven soldiers, one of Guts' comrades, Judeau approaches him.

"Quite the battle out there, eh guts?" Judeau said with a sense of relief.

"Nothing like we haven't seen before, another day another battle to keep moving forward." Guts replied quickly remembering the speech he gave everyone after the battle was won.

"Hahaha, I see why now..." Judeau smirked.

"What's got you so giddy all of the sudden now Judeau? What do you mean by that?"

"I just realized the reason why he's so obsessed with you."

"Who, Griffith?"

"Yes, I can see it now, your passion and loyalty goes far beyond that of any regular soldier here. You act solely as an extension of Griffith following his command like Hades' Cerberus killing everything that comes to threaten him, but also with a compassion and unbreakable bond that keeps pushing you forward please his will."

"Don't be ridiculous Judeau, all I have is bloodlust on the battlefield and that's that!" Guts exclaimed, visibly flustered.

"It all makes sense now from what he said that day..." Judeau said under his breath.

"Hey, don't go quiet on me now, what did he say about me?!" Guts came off as agitated, but deep down whether he chose to accept it or not, he was endeared to the thought of Griffith giving him praise and thinking so highly of him as this is all he wants from Griffith, to be noticed and wanted. He felt a warm sensation flow through his body that he had never felt before bringing him a sense of joy which was unknown to him. Guts was unsure what to do about his new found emotions, but all came to a halt when he was slapped abruptly aback of the head by a small yet forceful hand.

A brooding dyke looking woman stood before guts with an indignant expression on her face, it was casca, Griffiths second hand.

"Guts!! Where the hell have you been!"

"I've been sitting here with Judeau since we got back! Jeez Casca we just got back, can't this wait?" Casca hesitated for a moment.

"It's Griffith, Guts. He's..."

"He's what, damn it!" In that instant, all impossible possibilities that could have happened to Griffith passed through Guts' mind at once. He thought maybe Griffith had broken his fighting arm, or maybe he simply just lost his behelit, or worse yet, he was gravely wounded in battle and on the brink of death.