King of Hearts: one-shots

She smiled at him looking upon his majestic white comedy mask. "You came." She whispers as he his cloak flaps in the wind. She can tell theres a smirk on his face when he responds.

"Of course, did you doubt me?"

She shakes her head, still smiling as he holds out his hand. Hesitantly she reaches her hand out the window and towards his own. Before their hands can touch, her door is thrown open. A man in his mid fourties stands there with a scowl firmly on her face.

"Get away from her!" The man bellows and a sudden fear grips her heart. He had finally come to her and now all her hopes and dreams may be shattered. He drops down from the railing, he had previously been standing on, landing on the fire escape. She knows that he will not retreat. Not after he had come all this way. She could see it even through the mask that covered his face; he will not back down. Not this time anyways.

"You will not take her!" The older man growls. She watches as he slips in through the window, having no trouble with his long black cloak. He stands tall while he steps in front of her.

"Try and stop me."

Her eyes widen ever so slightly. She knew he had come to rescue her but she had never heard so much determination within his voice before. Even when he swore that he would end the life of the vary man that stood before them. She resists the urge to grap the back of his cloak and burrow her head into it as she was so proned to do in a situation like this.

The man glares at her before unsheathing a small pocket knife and glaring at the man in front of her. She watches as he does not react to the bladed object. She knows he is not phased by it and that he has taken down people with both bigger weapons and more skilled then the man in front of him; but she still cannot help but worry about him.

He must have sensed her distress as he turned around and calmly took off his black trench coat. He drapes it around her shoulders and gives them a slight squeeze before returning his attention to the man in front of them.

"Guess, you haven't learned your lesson from last time!" The older man snarles at him. If he was phased by the comment he does not show it. He steps forward and she cannot help but stare at him. He looks so much different without the trench cloak that was currently around her shoulders. His upperbody is on full display. His back covered in scars as his chest; a testament to all of the struggles and battles he's been through. His muscles are toned to perfection. Well at least to her, they are but then again to her, everything about him is perfect.

They stand off for a full minute before he speaks breaking the silence. "Last time I was here, I failed to save her....." He trails off knowing that this is meant to help intimidate his opponent. He was always good at this, even before they started dating he knew exactly how to intimidate someone without doing a single thing. It's one of his many talents.

"This time however, I will not fail. This time, I shall take my Queen home." He speaks with a dangerous undertone. She crosses her arms over her chest grabbing the cloak with a lethal grip. She knows he will be fine. She knows he will defeat her stepfather. She knows he will take her home but she still cannot help but fear for his safety.

"Die!" Her step father declares charging him. As he gets closer to him, time seems to slow.  Her stepfather lunges at him with the intent of running him through with the knife. She watches as he merely lowers his fist, in wait. She sees the all so familiar stance, a brief smile showing on her face. Many opponents have fallen, by the move he was about to use, all because they attempted to charge him with a knife. The same mistake her stepfather had just made. It will be over in an instant and she knows this.

The moment the knife comes into his range, he sends a powerful uppercut towards her stepfather's fist. It works just as she remembers, his hand is forced upward, preventing any damage. As her stepfather's hand flies past his own head, he makes his move. With a quick twist of his body his opposite hand is flying towards the object. He knocks the knife out of her stepfather's hand with ease and it soars across the room. Had he been trying to kill her stepfather, she knows he would've taken the knife from his hand and violent stabbed him in the throat. However, he doesn't as he does not like to spill blood in front of her. A fact that she deeply appreciates, as it shows how much he cares for her.

The moment the knife was sent flying he throws his fist against her stepfather's chest. She knows it has much more power then neccessasary. She also knows that it is because of his anger that he is not able to fully hold back his power. Her stepfather is knocked across the room and she watches as he approaches the knocked down man. She knows he desperately wants to unleash his anger upon the man but she also knows he won't. He stands over the near unconscious man and glares at him through the mask.

"If I ever see you again, I cannot guarantee that I won't kill you. The acts that you have done to her, are unforgivable and it is only thanks to her saving grace that you still draw breath."

She smiles gently as he turns away, her stepfather panting heavily. He leads her to the window and slips out with ease. He then extends his hand once more to her. This time she takes it and smiles as he assists her out of the room. Before he can lead her down the fire escape, where his bike is undoubtedly waiting, she reaches into one of the pockets of the black trench coat. She pulls out three small pill like objects and tosses them into the room. As if reading her mind he promtply shuts the window as the room is engulfed in a cloud of white smoke. Without a word he leads her down the fire escape where, predictably his black motorcycle is waiting for them.

Before he can lead her over to it, she pins him to the wall. She knows that any other girl with her strength would never be able to do this act, but she knows that because it is her, he will not fight it. He looks at her and tilts his head to the side. As if answering his silent question she reaches her hand up and slowly removes the white comedy mask from his face.

His hazelnut eyes stare down at her in curiosity. "Thank you." She whispers before clashing her lips onto his. As expected he is surprised but does not fight it. She enjoys this moment of passion and is almost disappointed when they are forced to part for air. When they finally part he smiles that cheeky little smile of his.

"I'll always come for you." He promises her. If anyone else had said these words she'd just roll her eyes but because it is him who says it, she knows it is true. She knows that he would travel across the world just to be with her. She knows that he'd go to hell and back for her and most importantly: She knows that he will always come for her and that no obstacle will ever stop him. How does she know these things? She doesn't know how, she knows, she just knows........