Note: An LJ friend of mine threw me a request for a Trinity Blood story about Abel being his usual Captain Oblivious self, and this was the result! I wrote this in like five minutes, but it was just good fun to write.


You Know What They Say About Redheads...

stomp stomp stomp

Abel turned around as footsteps echoed clearly down the hallway. He wasn't quite sure who it was, but whoever it was, the whoever was obviously mad. Each step was practically screaming to anyone within earshot that if you were in the whoever's way, you had better move before you got run over.

stomp stomp stomp

Abel quickly darted over behind a nearby statue of a saint that he knew he should know but couldn't remember, and watched to see who the angry footsteps belonged to. The only person he knew it couldn't be was Kate, as she couldn't stomp. Then again, he thought with a shudder, she could certainly yell loud enough, which made stomping almost preferable.

stomp stomp stomp

Cautiously, he peeked out from behind the statue, waiting for the footsteps' owner to appear. It was silly, he thought, that he was here, hiding behind a statue, but well, if the footsteps' owner was mad at HIM for some reason (not that he ever did anything wrong, mind you, it was just an accident when things went awry, and hardly HIS fault), no sense in standing there and waiting for trouble to find him.

stomp stomp stomp

A moment later, Abel was startled to see Esther come around the corner, her face almost as red as her hair. He was surprised - he didn't think that the petite nun could make such a loud stomp as she walked, but sure enough, each step rang with barely contained fury.

stomp stomp stomp

Esther stalked right past Abel without even noticing him, her skirts billowing around her legs, her hands balled into fists at her sides, and the most bizarre muttering he'd ever heard coming out of her mouth... then again, as members of the clergy weren't allowed to swear, they did have to get creative about expressing frustration. Although he doubted he would have chosen whatever stream of nonsensical syllables she was spewing, as though she were so angry she'd forgotten how to speak coherently.

stomp stomp stomp

Esther continued to barrel her way down the corridor, until she disappeared through a doorway with a slam that made him flinch, even forty feet away. Slowly, he emerged from behind the statue, scratching his head in confusion.

"Hmmm... well, I was originally going to go that way, but I think it'd be safer if I went THIS way instead."