At What Cost? ( A Kirby Madoka Mágica AU)

This Just Isn't Right

The alleyway fell completely silent. Francisca shakily began to stand up, eyes widening at the sight of Magolor's sudden appearance. Flamberge was too stunned to move. Magolor, ever a stone-cold statue, grasped the girl's wrists tightly, keeping her in place. Taranza could only hear his own heart pounding and the blood rushing in his horns.

"Wha-" the Flamberge said. She yanked her hands free of Magolor's grip and took a step back, looking around suspiciously. "Where the fuck did you come from?" she yelled at him, reaching down for her spear and holding it up to Magolor's throat. "What the hell did you do?" 

Taranza blinked, and suddenly, Magolor was standing behind her, a full-blown smirk on his face.

"Magolor..."

"Wha-" she repeated. She whirled around on her heels and pointed the spear at Magolor again, eyeing him warily. "Oh, I see..." she said. "You're that irregularity, aren't you?" Magolor didn't say anything.

Irregularity?

From the corner of his eyes, Taranza saw Francisca stagger to her feet. She was bleeding, but she didn't appear to be in too much pain, like Mistilteinn said, she can heal pretty quick. Taranza felt the tension leave his shoulders. His best friend was alive... and she was going to be okay. As long as she didn't try to pick another fight, of course...

"Stay out of our way!" Francisca yelled, lunging towards Magolor with her sword drawn. But before he could land a hit, Magolor teleported behind her, knocking Francisca on the head with his shield, full of stars. Taranza watched in horror as Francisca fell limply to the ground.

"Francisca!" Taranza yelled. The barrier full of fire Flamberge had put up previously faded away and Taranza ran to his friend's motionless body.

"It's all right," Mistilteinn said from where it was perched on Taranza shoulder. "She's only unconscious."

Flamberge narrowed her eyes at Magoloe but didn't raise her spear to threaten him again.

"Who the hell are you?" she demanded. "Who's side are you on, anyway?"

"I'm on the side of those who maintain their composure, and an enemy to idiotic aggressors, like you, Flamberge Rujū" Magolor said blankly. The red head gasped, looking truly taken back before she recovered and her gaze hardened once more.

"How do you know me?" Flamberge hissed. "Are you some sort of stalker or have we ever meet nefore?"

"Perhaps," Magolor said with an easy shrug. "I wonder" Magolor's yellow eyes bored into Flamberge's red eyes. Taranza couldn't help but wonder if the two of them were going to fight. It looked as though Flamberge wouldn't be able to beat him in the fight as long as he could do that teleporting... thing... but neither of them looked willing to back down from the other.

"You know what? Fuck this, since I don't have a clue what you've got up your sleeve... I'll back down for today." Flamberge finally said and she turned to leave, her eyes cutting into Taranza briefly before she turned around fully and leapt up the sides of the brick buildings until she was out of sight. Magolor cracked his knuckles and turned to Taranza, expression cold.

"You... saved us," Taranza breathed. "I-"

"How many times do I have to tell you?" Magolor snapped. "How much of a idiot are you? You shouldn't become involved in this. I told you to forget about Francisca, yet here you are." Taranza felt fear course through his veins and all over his body, as he remembered what Magolor had told him in the cafe. Was Magolor really his friend? What was he hiding?