Guardian Demon (A Nanatsu No Taizai Fanfic)

A Question With An Answer

Ban POV

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to get you in trouble! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Elizabeth panicked as she frantically bowed in front of me.

"Knock it off, Princess. You don't need to panic. I don't care. Meliodas has gotten mad at me loads of times." I muttered, turning back to my pot.

Elizabeth blushed and grabbed a few pieces of the broken plates. One of the scratched her finger, and a drip of blood peeped out of her finger. She flinched, and backed up, sucking her finger.

"Aren't you supposed to be a waitress or something?" I asked, trying to avoid the whimpers of a teenage girl.

"I'm sorry, I'll go now. Have fun cooking.." She said, her voice trailing off as she exited the kitchen.

Meliodas POV

The room I was in was dark. The walls clouded around me as thought of Liz pounded against the walls of my sanity. My face was still scarlet, and Elizabeth was downstairs covering for me. I could still hear the clamors of the men and women below me.

"I'm so sorry he's so riled."

"It's so rude to give the silent treatment- to your own waitress!"

"Miss, does he like you?"

I could hear Gilthunder stomping around trying to clear my name, explaining that maybe I have a headache or a high fever, or maybe my throat is swollen. I thanked him silently, and tried to calm myself down. I usually blow off my mistakes, but I yelled so loudly at Ban, and it was her fault. I don't even like those plates, I was going to replace them at the end of the month. I don't understand why I was so frustrated.

I heard Elizabeth's footsteps walking up the spiral staircase. I knew she was coming to my room. I had to think of something to say- do- anything but sit there in silence. I heard her frail hands knock on my door. I found it only right to say, "Come in.."

Elizabeth POV

Meliodas, sitting there with the face the shade of Hawk-chan, was one of the funniest sights I've ever seen. "Meliodas, you look ridiculous." I said, coming over to plop on the bed beside him.

"Gosh, lady! Come back here! Don't give that rude bar-owner the time of day!" a woman yelled from downstairs. I spiked up, embarrassed about the row going on downstairs.

Meliodas's eyes sank to his shoes. He shook his head and put his face in his hands.

"I'm such a bad person..." he whined.

"I think you're a wonderful bar-owner." I said, stroking his hair back. "and... you're such a good person! Remember, you took me in when I passed out cold in your bar! You kept my secret----- it was my earring that gave it away- not you! I have so much to say to you!"

Meliodas sat there. No expression changed. Nothing changed. Still lackluster. Melancholy.

"It's not that...I just feel bad about...........failing as your protector." He said, brushing one of his bangs behind his ear. He looked mortified, his large hopeful eyes turning into dull emeralds, no shine or sparkle.

I remembered my previous words, feeling bad for probably hurting his feelings. I think of him so highly, I can almost forget that he's somewhat human. He's a demon, but he has seven hearts- each waiting to be broken but longing for another chance. Demon or not, he has earned my respect. I pretty much said that he was pointless, a failure. I twirled my hair around my finger, averting my eyes from him.

"Meliodas, do you like me still?" I asked. Lately, he had been avoiding me- silent whenever I said a word. Did he still like me? Did he still....................love me?

Meliodas POV

My mind couldn't make up its own mind. Sometimes, I can't help but tell her how much I value her, and other times I couldn't believe a man like me could deserve her. This debate smashed against the wall of my sanity. Apparently, it showed.

"Goodness, you don't like me anymore, do you?!" She said, sitting up from the bed, reaching for the doorknob. Her eyes welled up with tears, shimmering more than ever before.

"No, wait!" I said, grabbing her wrist. I hadn't thought about what I had done, it was natural. When she left, I stopped her. When she threatened to leave, I stopped her. When she could have left, something stopped her. It wasn't me. I gave her the choice. Maybe-maybe she liked me too.

"Elizabeth, do you like me?"

"Yes" she said, her hand still on the doorknob. "Yes, I do."

I could feel my eyes light up again. She saw it, and smiled, the tears pouring down her face; changing from sadness to joy.

"Oh, Meliodas- I'm so sorry! I was so mean to you!" She said, running into my arms, smashing me on to the bed.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you, I've just been so anxious lately! I don't know what got over me!" I responded, hugging her back.

So, her question had been answered-

and the answer was

Yes.