Summoning
Covering my eyes at the shining bright light of the summoning chamber, I squint through the small cracks between my fingers to see more clearly. I dared not hope, but even if a little bit of my feelings went through this time, this would be the one summon that I dare not miss.
"I am the Alter Ego of pleasure, Meltryllis. I would prefer not, but I suppose I'll perform a contract with you. You should be honored, okay?" Her voice...a voice I hadn't heard in oh so long, spoke once the light settled down. My heart leaped and I went to call out to her like I did before, but her eyes...they didn't seem to recognize me. My hope led me astray that she would remember me, but perhaps it was in the nature of some Heroic Spirits to not remember some events?
"Well, temporary Master, where are your manners?" Her voice jolted me out of the stupor I had fallen into. "O-oh, welcome Miss Meltryllis to Chaldea. We're happy to have you here." Thus, her first meeting with me came to a close.
Bond 1
"Didn't I tell you? You're just my temporary Master. My summoning was by pure chance, you aren't anywhere near being my equal." Her voice was sharp, cutting. But I was used to it and merely smiled and nodded at her words, "True," I responded, keeping pace next to her, her sharp legs making clicking noise as we walked, "But I hope to one day become someone worthy of becoming your equal." At that admission, she scoffed quite loudly. "You? Surely you must be joking. At best you could be a stool for me to sit on, or become a pin cushion for me." I nodded again at her words, my smile unwavering, "At least that way I can be of some service to you, Meltryllis." She scoffed once more, but didn't say anything else as we walked.
Bond 2
I had questioned Melt once on the nature of Alter Ego's before, "Alter Ego's were created to deny humans. We are natural enemies of each other. Though," a grin that was slightly skewed and sadistic formed on her face, "It's a bit one-sided. We hunt," her visage loomed over me, "and you are hunted." Her comment and mannerisms was a stark reminder that even if I fell in love with her, there would be a barrier, a stigma, between us. One that I was determined to overcome. After her comment, I tried to not let any fear show, but being a human I wasn't able to fully hide it to my shame, causing her grin to widen and with a flourish left me to my own devices.
Bond 3
Once more, I sought out Melt's company. No matter how much she would try to deter me, threaten me, I always paid attention to her. Upon seeing me, Melty looked at me with a frown, "Why are you so persistent? Aren't you afraid? My legs, thorny. My heels, formed into sharp edges. My poison that melts anything it touches. What could you desire from me other than my destruction power as a weapon?" The seriousness in her voice caused my smile to disappear. "It's because...well if I said love would you laugh?" I answered honestly. In response, she scoffed, "Really? A human loving an Alter Ego? How strange and naive." She didn't deny or scorn my answer, however, and I'm sure I knew why. We had spoken once before, a long time ago. There was one before me whom had formed a bond with Melt, and while I'm sad that memory most certainly carried over, I'm also relieved. She was similar to the Melt I had met once before, and whom I can make a bond with once more.
"Why are you smiling so happily Master? Did you find my response amusing hm?" Her voice brought me out of my own thoughts, "No, just glad you didn't reject my statement." At my admission, Melt only raised her head haughtily, "Of course you would fall in love with me, however if the reverse were to happen, I would melt you completely, would you happily accept it?" And without a shred of hesitance, I responded with a resolute, "Yes."
Bond 4
Time had passed since that day that I 'confessed' and Melt had stopped actively denying my presence, but hadn't truly accepted me. However, our one year anniversary of being Master and Servant was today and I had wanted to do something special for her. I had asked some of our more 'motherly' servants to help me with my gift for her and outside of light ribbing and embarrassment, they all helped me craft her gift.
Knocking on her door, I called through that it was just me and that I wanted to talk. Not hearing a denial, I opened the door and saw her resting on her bed, stretched out. "Yes, Master?" She asked lazily, not paying me any heed. I plopped myself next to her on her bed and held out my wrapped gift. Getting a raised eyebrow in response, she rolled her eyes and lifted her tied and covered hands. Flushing slightly, I unwrap and present her gift. It was a doll, the product of many failed results. This one held in close resemblance to her, and I had painstakingly worked on it to impress her. She had talked about her love for dolls and figurines, and even gave me a long lecture on it once.
"Master, this is…"
"It's been a year since we first contracted here, so I thought of celebrating it with this. It may not be up to your standards, but I hope you will cherish it none-the-less." I said sincerely. She didn't respond initially, but then maneuvered herself so her legs were dangling off the bed and she was upright. Cupping her hands in what I assume was a gesture to put the doll in, and as I did so, her eyes flickered to my bandaged fingers but said nothing else. For a few moments, all she did was study it before replying, "I could never grow to like humans, you included. My love just ends up hurting others, melting them into nothingness..." Her voice trailed off, and in a rare moment of weakness, she was showing me a side of her she hadn't dared show before. My heart dropped at her statement, and she looked up at me, "Don't make that face, it isn't the end of the world. There's more people, more servants." She cupped my face, placing the doll next to her, "I am the most perfect being, so listen to me. Seek out others." She pulled away and shoo'd me out.
Bond 5
As much as that conversation had affected me, I didn't give up. I became more diligent in my affection. Even if it embarrassed me at times, and her, I would not give up. She had done this once, and I lost her before we could truly begin, I wouldn't let this opportunity wither. And finally, my dream came true.
"Master...fine. You've won." Melt told me one day in My Room. "Huh?"
"You've did it. You, apart from one other, had been so diligent in pursuing me despite my threats, my attitude, my poison. So sit still Master on that bed. I want to sit on your lap." With her declaration, she plopped herself on my lap, carefully avoiding to skew me. I couldn't believe it, and hesitantly held her close. She didn't push me away or resist, and merely leaned into it. I felt tears form, my dream finally accomplished, and my promised upheld from that one, very long, day.
"Master...you've met me before, haven't you?" I didn't respond, but continued to shake. Feeling her clothed hands wipe my eyes, I opened them to see her gentle smile. "You may have helped me in the past, one I cannot remember...but I'm sure if you treated her as you've treated me. I loved you with the same intensity you've stubbornly shown me since I first arrived."
AN: So, because of someone's likes I decided to buckle up and write this. Enjoy, or whatever.