Title: Character
Written for: 30_kisses and 30kisses LJ communities
Pairing: Saotome Alto/Sheryl Nome
Fandom: Macross Frontier
Theme: # 21, violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
Disclaimer: I do not own Macross Frontier or anything related to the Macross franchise.

Sheryl watched with fear in her eyes as Alto regarded her with a steely gaze. She felt her breath come up short, in sparse exhales. She tried to avoid his gaze—which was fruitless, as he had her trapped in his vision.

"Look at you," he spat, "dressed perfectly like a slut."

She flinched at his words.

"Those bitches at the red light district wear clothes more conservative than yours."

Stupidly, she tried to explain.

"But this is my nightgown, it's for sleeping"—

"Did I tell you that you could talk?"

She bit her bottom lip at his bitter tone, not wanting to upset him even more. Alto stared at her for what seemed like an eternity. Then, he slowly started undressing—all without taking his eyes off the scared creature, trying to shield herself by crossing her arms.

"Now then…" he said, his upper body fully exposed, "let's see how you taste…"

He started approaching menacingly.

"No…" she gasped, trying to recoil from his touch. "Alto, I don't want this—aah!"

He had her pinned down on the bed, the mattress sinking a bit from their weight. His rough hands groping at the flesh that was displayed before him, as he savored her mouth in animalistic need. Her muffled protests did nothing to dither him and her struggling only furthered him to do more.

"No…not like this…." The woman under him cried. "I don't want it like this…"

"You have no choice in the matter." He intoned, with nothing but lust in his eyes. "So you might as well enjoy the most of what's going to happen to you."

She squeezed her eyes shut, afraid of what was to come.

"Now then…"



With a shove, a stunned Alto fell over.

At first, there was silence; the shock of the fall was still registering inside Alto's head. But when he finally picked himself up, he exclaimed:

"W-What did I do?"

"THIS!" She roared, addressing her torn negligee to his attention. "Do you have any idea how much I loved this piece?"

"Well, I'm sorry!" He scowled. "I was trying to be villainous like you wanted me to!"

"That shouldn't involve ruining expensive clothes!" An enraged Sheryl pointed out, her hands busy on the fabric, as if trying to magically put it back together.

"I don't believe this!" Alto bitched. "Damn it! I was already in character!"

"Well, I'm not! Thanks a lot, Alto," she sneered, "thanks for ruining what could have been a perfect night!"

"You know…we could try to salvage it."

"I'm too upset to even think about—"

Her attention snapped back to Alto, who was unfastening his belt. His eyes met her with the same look he had been giving her earlier.

The leather belt was coiled in his hand.

"W-What are you doing?"

A strange thrill echoed in her voice.

He smirked.

"Getting into character."