Post by wordy on May 6, 2013 9:28:25 GMT 10
SMACKDOWN 2013
ROUND 1 FIGHT D - WINNER'S FIC
BURIRAM TOURAKOM/RAOUL OF GOLDENLAKE VS NEALAN OF QUEENSCOVE/YUKIMI NOH DAIOMORU
ROUND 1 FIGHT D - WINNER'S FIC
BURIRAM TOURAKOM/RAOUL OF GOLDENLAKE VS NEALAN OF QUEENSCOVE/YUKIMI NOH DAIOMORU
“This doesn’t feel right,” whispered Buri. The two of them crept forward, shadows playing tricks from the corner of her eye. It was not the first time she or Raoul had been in the royal apartments, but it was the first time they had reason to be nervous about it.
Something moved to their left and Raoul spun, his back pressing up against hers. Buri willed herself to keep focused, though the hair on the back of her neck prickled. When Raoul spoke, she couldn’t help a quick look over her shoulder.
“Just a dummy,” he said, motioning towards the corner of the room. A dressmaker’s model stood swathed in silk, the vivacity of the Yamani kimono muted by the darkened room. Buri felt him let out a steady breath.
A tingling filled her legs. She tried to shake it off, but the numbness only crept higher.
“Raoul?”
She heard him curse softly. “It was a trap.”
The glitter of emerald magic wound about their legs as Yuki stepped out of the shadows, dressed in black. Buri held back a shocked gasp. The polite Yamani mask that the petite woman wore seemed suddenly deadly, devoid of all emotion.
Nealan of Queenscove’s laugh made her stiffen. When he moved around into her line of sight, Buri scowled. “You won’t get away with this. I don’t know what your plan is, Queenscove, but—”
“Of course you don’t,” he said, looking amused. His wife raised a hand to cover her smile. “What would be the point of taking over the throne if everybody and their great-aunt knew about it?”
The numbness had reached her hips. Behind her, Raoul was silent; she hoped he was thinking up a way out of this, before things got messy.
“Tortall needs a gentle hand,” said Yuki. “Someone who knows what’s best.”
“And that’s you two idiots?” asked Raoul with a snort.
Neal’s face hardened. He stepped out of Buri’s vision again, when suddenly she felt her balance lunge sideways—a startled noise from Neal followed. Yuki’s eyebrows lowered and she hurried to her husband’s rescue, but Buri, still floundering on her useless legs, flung out a hand and caught hold of the Yamani’s hair, yanking her backwards; she fell to the ground, her head connecting with a solid thunk just as Buri lost her balance altogether and she and Raoul hurtled sideways to the floor.
For a moment, Buri allowed herself to just breathe. Her cheek hurt where it had met the floor and her legs still tingled slightly, but she could move: it just hurt to do so. She turned her head.
Neal was on the floor with the rest of them, a bruise upon his pale forehead where Raoul had head-butted him, a trickle of blood coming from his split eyebrow. Even as she watched, one of his fingers twitched.
Raoul helped her to her feet, then stood, rubbing his head. “Plotting to take the throne? You’d think people would have learnt not to try that by now.”
“Well, you know the saying,” she replied. “Power corrupts; absolute power is fabulous.”
The winner is Buri/Raoul!
The final tally
Buri/Raoul: 116
Neal/Yuki: 27
All the fic has been moved to the 'Past Fights' section, so you may all read and review at your leisure!
The final tally
Buri/Raoul: 116
Neal/Yuki: 27