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everlastingsoul) wrote2007-01-12 03:35 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2007-01-12 03:35 am
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Before sleeping ... drabbling...
... Apparently I can write Suikoden while listening to country. *amused*
Title: Stalker
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Leon Silverberg and Yuber
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 647
Rating: 12+ or so, I think.
Author's Notes: The year is IS 432.
Started: November 17, 2006 (Restarted January 8, 2007)
Finished: January 12, 2007
The fever had been spreading throughout the camp. The extreme weather conditions of the desert had been regularly responsible for deaths, but recent weeks had seen a sharp rise in fever-related casualties. An investigation was still out on what had caused the fever, but camp hysteria pointed at the Jowston forces as the cause. However, scouts had spotted enemy forces suffering from the same symptoms, so the hysteria was quickly dismissed. Despite the air of sickness that permeated the camp, everyone not bedridden continued to work.
Until recently, the company’s lone Silverberg was counted among them.
The young strategist had been quite bitter about his illness; he prided himself a quick-minded and methodical worker, and a high fever was severely hampering his work ethic. When he had nearly collapsed during the evening briefing, the commander ordered him to be confined to his tent until his fever had subsided.
By the time the young man reached his small tent, he was too tired to care about his wounded pride. Relaxing his defenses for the meantime, he stumbled towards his cot and dropped down into its less than comfortable embrace. His eyes shut wearily and he thrust his arms underneath one threadbare pillow to support his head.
It felt as if he had only dozed for a moment before he felt tugging on his coat. Grunting, he swatted at the intruder, wincing when his knuckles connected with plate mail.
“Most greetings don’t include injuring oneself, maggot.”
He barely tensed, too weakened from his sickness to feel the indignation that usually manifested around the black knight. He distantly thought of the dangers of a demon in close proximity and pushed himself to rest on one side. “Leave me,” he commanded gutturally.
“Do I follow your commands, whelp?” Yuber raised a brow haughtily, watching the strategist gracelessly flop onto his stomach again. “I see the fever has caught you as well. I thought it prudent to inform you that another three soldiers have died from it today.”
Leon found himself hard-pressed to care at the moment. “Get out of my tent.”
“And miss this opportunity to bask in your frail mortality? I think not.”
He was greatly aware of Yuber’s abnormal interest in him; perhaps it had been a grave miscalculation to cross the demon. But Yuber seemed to be content in his observing, though he had no shame in staring at him across the camp. Once or twice his fellow tacticians had remarked about ill omens and the possibility of betrayal, but the black knight seemed steadfast on remaining with the Scarlet Moon.
More specifically, he seemed steadfast on remaining in the camp. Near him.
Leon had never had a stalker before, much less a demonic one, and he would normally be very careful about what he said around Yuber. However, his patience was tenuous and quickly fraying, and he turned his face away from the blonde. “Do you have any reason for being here?” He forced himself to keep his eyes open, knowing he would be more susceptible to falling asleep if he allowed his eyes to close.
“Perhaps,” was the vague reply.
“Can it wait an hour or two?” It was hardly in his blood to procrastinate, but his body—and mind—demanded rest.
“An hour or two won’t change things, no.” He dimly imagined the demon shrugging nonchalantly.
“Good.” Although he was still wary of leaving the demon unattended, Leon’s awareness spiraled into darkness.
Later, he would hear that the two armies had agreed to a mutual withdrawal from the badlands to minimize further casualties. Their army would be divided between Forts Rakan and Duha and Moravia Castle while Jowston redirected some of their own units to join a rising hero named Genkaku on their northern front.
Needless to say, Yuber disappeared in search for the next conflict.
But it would not be long before Leon saw the black knight again.
Title: Stalker
Fandom: Suikoden
Characters: Leon Silverberg and Yuber
Prompt: Beginnings
Word Count: 647
Rating: 12+ or so, I think.
Author's Notes: The year is IS 432.
Started: November 17, 2006 (Restarted January 8, 2007)
Finished: January 12, 2007
The fever had been spreading throughout the camp. The extreme weather conditions of the desert had been regularly responsible for deaths, but recent weeks had seen a sharp rise in fever-related casualties. An investigation was still out on what had caused the fever, but camp hysteria pointed at the Jowston forces as the cause. However, scouts had spotted enemy forces suffering from the same symptoms, so the hysteria was quickly dismissed. Despite the air of sickness that permeated the camp, everyone not bedridden continued to work.
Until recently, the company’s lone Silverberg was counted among them.
The young strategist had been quite bitter about his illness; he prided himself a quick-minded and methodical worker, and a high fever was severely hampering his work ethic. When he had nearly collapsed during the evening briefing, the commander ordered him to be confined to his tent until his fever had subsided.
By the time the young man reached his small tent, he was too tired to care about his wounded pride. Relaxing his defenses for the meantime, he stumbled towards his cot and dropped down into its less than comfortable embrace. His eyes shut wearily and he thrust his arms underneath one threadbare pillow to support his head.
It felt as if he had only dozed for a moment before he felt tugging on his coat. Grunting, he swatted at the intruder, wincing when his knuckles connected with plate mail.
“Most greetings don’t include injuring oneself, maggot.”
He barely tensed, too weakened from his sickness to feel the indignation that usually manifested around the black knight. He distantly thought of the dangers of a demon in close proximity and pushed himself to rest on one side. “Leave me,” he commanded gutturally.
“Do I follow your commands, whelp?” Yuber raised a brow haughtily, watching the strategist gracelessly flop onto his stomach again. “I see the fever has caught you as well. I thought it prudent to inform you that another three soldiers have died from it today.”
Leon found himself hard-pressed to care at the moment. “Get out of my tent.”
“And miss this opportunity to bask in your frail mortality? I think not.”
He was greatly aware of Yuber’s abnormal interest in him; perhaps it had been a grave miscalculation to cross the demon. But Yuber seemed to be content in his observing, though he had no shame in staring at him across the camp. Once or twice his fellow tacticians had remarked about ill omens and the possibility of betrayal, but the black knight seemed steadfast on remaining with the Scarlet Moon.
More specifically, he seemed steadfast on remaining in the camp. Near him.
Leon had never had a stalker before, much less a demonic one, and he would normally be very careful about what he said around Yuber. However, his patience was tenuous and quickly fraying, and he turned his face away from the blonde. “Do you have any reason for being here?” He forced himself to keep his eyes open, knowing he would be more susceptible to falling asleep if he allowed his eyes to close.
“Perhaps,” was the vague reply.
“Can it wait an hour or two?” It was hardly in his blood to procrastinate, but his body—and mind—demanded rest.
“An hour or two won’t change things, no.” He dimly imagined the demon shrugging nonchalantly.
“Good.” Although he was still wary of leaving the demon unattended, Leon’s awareness spiraled into darkness.
Later, he would hear that the two armies had agreed to a mutual withdrawal from the badlands to minimize further casualties. Their army would be divided between Forts Rakan and Duha and Moravia Castle while Jowston redirected some of their own units to join a rising hero named Genkaku on their northern front.
Needless to say, Yuber disappeared in search for the next conflict.
But it would not be long before Leon saw the black knight again.
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