sagesaria | Drabble #41

Prompt: #33: Enamored
Fandom: Chrono Trigger
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Notes: For those who don't know, like I didn't, enamored means in love. Perfect word for Flea ^_^ Also Mayone is Flea's Japanese name; I use it to be his real name, Flea being the name he goes by under Magus's rule. And once again this one could have been so much better but I have no freaking clue how DDDX

Flames rose over the village, engulfing the small clearing of the woods in red. At the edge of the trees the young magician Mayone, in the shape of a young girl to disguise himself, collapsed to his hands and knees to catch his breath, the strain from his constant casting taking a toll on his body.

"Hm," came a sudden voice, "Impressive. Was this your doing?"

Mayone blinked, lifting his gaze to see who spoke to him, and his breath caught in his throat as he did. He knew that face; not a living soul on earth wouldn't recognize the demon king Magus.

For a moment the younger mage thought he was dreaming, once again reliving his fantasy of meeting the evil overlord face to face in the sleeping world. But it was no dream. Magus's presence was like nothing his dreams ever imagined. Mayone's heart raced...handsome wasn't a strong enough word to describe. Every detail of his face and body...the thick creases in his forehead, his flowing blue hair that seemed to forever keep a light breeze through it, the slight flexes of his built arms...couldn't have been justified by description or drawing, or even imagination. And his aura...Mayone could feel the black magic that filled the man's presence. So powerful...his aura was overbearing. It was so strong that the little mage was quickly frightened by it and forced his eyes down to escape it.

An attempt in vain, however, as quickly a gloved hand clenched him under the chin, wrenching his head up to once again make eye contact. The stare that greeted him was cold and emotionless, as if to penetrate his very soul.

"I asked you a question." Magus growled in a low, authoritative voice, "Did you do this?"

A shiver raced up Mayone's spine, the touch exciting and terrifying him. For a moment he forgot completely how to speak, or even what the question was, before he gradually sputtered out an answer.

"Y-y-y-yes sir." his voice was as small and high as the effeminate body he wore. He struggled to avoid the wizard's eyes, focusing instead on his lips, which slowly curled into a smirk at the answer.

"Very impressive. You have a lot of power for such a young magician."

Roughly he released his hold on Mayone, who just let himself slump on the ground, feeling small and insignificant.

"What is your name, boy?"

'Boy'? Wow, he even saw through his disguise. Was there nothing the man of myths couldn't do?

To be asked his name...it was just too much. He was nothing next to the demon lord. He was but a worm. A flea.

"...Flea." he said in a soft voice, almost not realizing he had said it.

"Flea?" Magus repeated, "An unusual name."

He looked at the flames in the village again, then circled Mayone, looking him up and down.

"Well, Flea," the name seemed awkward off of the tongue, "I see you have a lot of potential in the art of magic. However, as you are right now, your magic is just like this fire...powerful, yet uncontrolled. You will need a lot of practice and training to take control of your power."

He knelt before Mayone, lifting his head again to meet his eyes, this time more gently with an open hand under the chin.

"I would like to offer you a place in my army. I can teach you to focus your powers, train you in the dark arts. And in return you could help me in my cause, and overthrow the humans and their kingdom."

He smirked, "What do you say, boy? Will you join me?"

W-w-w-work for him? Mayone could have fainted right then and there. Never in his life had he thought he could be here, speaking with Magus, let alone being offered a job from him. Color rose in his face as a small smile crept across it.

"Yes..." he sighed happily, "Yes, my lord."