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everlastingsoul) wrote2006-06-18 05:09 am
everlastingsoul) wrote2006-06-18 05:09 am
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Another stupid subject line. Another fic thing. Yay?
This would be the modern fic I had mentioned before.
Tentative title: Move Along
Series: Suikoden
Word count: 1988
Rating: Mild language, some sexual joking
Characters featured this chapter: Sasarai, Luc, Nash, Mathiu, Caesar, Lena, Odessa, Flik, Lilly, Albert
Part 1:
How It Begins
“Come on.”
“Nope.”
“Geez, what do you want from me?”
“I want you to beg for it. Come on, come on!”
“You’re being a real jerk, you know.”
“I do believe I’m not really caring right now.”
“Wow, that’s a first.”
“You always said I should try something different.”
“… Just give me the damn slushy, Rai.”
Sasarai LeBlanc laughed at the expression on his twin’s face, smiling as he sipped the precious cold drink. They had stopped traveling for a lunch break, and the boys had made their way to a convenience store to get cold treats; with their mobile freezer currently broken, they couldn’t keep any frozen foods until they reached the next city.
They had both gotten chocolate ice cream cones and cherry slushies. But Luc had once again underestimated his brother’s appetite.
“Next time, you’re paying,” grumbled the younger twin, twirling his half-finished cone before nibbling on the brown wafer. He wiped sweat from his brow with his other hand, shaking his head. “You always do this.”
“It’s not my fault I’m hungry,” Sasarai murmured in reply, tucking one hand behind his neck as he walked alongside the other young man. A glance at Luc, who was giving him an utterly flat look, resulted in an abashed grin. “I ate breakfast.”
“A granola bar isn’t breakfast.” Luc rolled his eyes and crunched down on the remnants of his cone, thrusting his free hand in front of Sasarai. “My drink, please?”
Sasarai pretended to pout as he handed over the drink, looking ahead at their bus. It had been their primary home for the last four months while they were on tour, and now they were heading back to Crystal Valley, their hometown. Dios, their manager, hadn’t been pleased, of course; their tour schedule had original extended for an additional two months, but the brothers had been adamant about returning home for their father’s birthday.
A blond face popped out of one of the windows that the twins were facing, and they at once recognized him as their drummer. “Did you grab me something, too?”
“Sorry, Nash; Rai’s a cheapskate and I’m scrapped for cash at the moment,” Luc called, smiling wryly as he boarded the bus ahead of his brother. “I didn’t see an ATM anywhere, so you’ll have to get it yourself.”
Briefly hanging his head, Nash walked past the two in the aisle and lightly thwacked Sasarai with one of his drumsticks; he never went anywhere without his drumsticks, though it was a mystery as to where he managed to hide them. “You need to start treating us out soon; we’ve been paying for your munchies lately and that’s hardly fair.”
Sasarai smiled apologetically as he rubbed the spot Nash had hit, nodding once. “All right, all right,” he conceded, stopping in the aisle as Luc headed back to his compartment. “When we get home, I’ll pay for our welcoming banquet. How’s that?”
“If you pay my bar tab too, you’ve got yourself a deal,” Nash said with a wink, marching off the bus to grab something to eat.
Climbing up on one of the seats and displacing the flat throw pillows, Sasarai shouted after him, “I’m not paying for all the ladies you’re gonna booze up, Nash!” He made a discontent sound in his throat as the older man simply laughed and walked off.
Luc smirked as he looked out into the aisle. “Isn’t it a shame the drummer always gets the girls? You could use someone else to pay for your dinners.”
Sasarai threw a pillow at him.
* * * * *
“Oh, what an adorable little boy! Is he yours?”
It was a question he was often asked, and he could only smile modestly and shake his head. “Oh, no. He’s my cousin.”
There would be a little bit of small talk, but askers -- usually young women -- would eventually move on after a few minutes. He could only surmise that there was something attractive about single fathers. Every so often, he would muse over what would happen if he allowed a young woman to believe he had a son … but those thoughts were quickly quashed. He would not be able to live with himself if he deceived someone like that. Especially once he had to consider he would have children of his own as a result from a lie.
He shook his head, wondering how his mind had wandered off like that.
“Math! Is it just you today?” Caesar Silverberg came running down the steps of the school, grinning and clutching onto his backpack excitedly.
Mathiu smiled at his young cousin. Though he was actually 11 years old and in his last year of elementary school, Caesar was small for his age and was oftentimes compared to boys two years his junior. “Yes, it’s just me. How was school?”
“It was cool,” Caesar chirped, ambling alongside his adult cousin towards the parking lot. “We were talking about space, and Alex shared his Cheetos with me.” As they reached Mathiu’s truck, he climbed into the passenger seat and looked around worriedly. “Did you bring my sheet music? I think I forgot it…”
“Albert pinned it to the refrigerator.” Mathiu reached behind his seat and offered a folder to the boy, who took it and began leafing through it. “Did you want a snack before choir practice?”
The boy shook his head, buckling his seatbelt and bouncing in the seat. “I’m good. Hurry, Math, I don’t wanna be late! Then I need to buy stuff for my project! Jupiter’s a big planet to paint, you know!”
The older Silverberg chuckled and shut the door, starting up the truck and looking over his shoulder.
He could wait with having children of his own. Caesar would keep his hands full for a little while longer.
* * * * *
Her eyebrow twitched. Just a little.
“Did you promise that girl a free ticket to our next concert, Nash?”
“Um … yes.”
She frowned dangerously.
“I mean, no! Noooo, no, no, nooo! Of course not! I’d have to be pretty stupid--”
Her glare made him stop to reconsider what he was saying.
“… Maybe?”
And then she growled.
“… You’re going to hit me, aren’t you?”
There was the slightest inclination of a nod.
“Just ... uh, not in the face, okay, Lena?”
Five minutes later, Sasarai walked by with a warmed up Hot Pocket in one hand and a soda in the other. He took all of two seconds to analyze the scene. “Get up off the floor, Nash; you’re blocking the aisle.”
Luc rolled his eyes as he followed Sasarai, carrying a hotdog. “Tch. I’m glad we don’t have aunts.”
* * * * *
Crystal Valley was quite gorgeous in late spring -- quite gorgeous all year round, for that matter. The trees were a vibrant green after the blossoms had fallen away, thriving under the right weather conditions and ample amount of care from the conscientious residents. It was not as a green as some of the other big cities, such as Gregminster and Muse, but for a city of its size, it was still wildlife-friendly.
Perhaps too wildlife-friendly.
“Oh dear god, Flik, you almost hit that duck!”
“It’s okay, ‘dessa, it’s fine! It shouldn’t have been in the road in the first place!”
“It was crossing the street with its family! There’s even a duck crosswalk there! Be more considerate!”
Flik Trueno grumbled to himself, adjusting his helmet with his shoulder as he moved into the oncoming lane to pass the car in front. “Hold on tight -- we’re passing.”
Odessa Silverberg held onto her fiance’s waist, smiling as she felt the motorcycle underneath her practically leap as Flik barreled down the street. An easy turn later, they were back in the correct lane and heading further into the city.
“I’ve got class in ten minutes,” Odessa shouted over the thrum of the engine. “Next time, we leave earlier!”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who wanted a quickie before breakfast!” joked Flik, preparing himself for the inevitable counterattack.
When it didn’t come, he raised a brow.
“I’m not going to hit you now.” Odessa maintained her grip on Flik as she shouted. “I’m going to make you wait. And then, when you’re least expecting it…”
Despite the fact that Flik laughed in response, he inwardly cringed.
… Of course, that was the entire point.
* * * * *
Some days, Albert Silverberg seriously wondered why he went to college.
Unfortunately, today was such a day; he had a paper due in an hour, and the printer was, in a miraculous act of utter ungodliness, spitting out exactly 360 sheets of sorority drivel.
He had tried stopping the process, of course; he prided himself as being fairly tech savvy, and was able to follow help tutorials without too much confusion. But the printer was stubborn -- and possibly an old, glitchy model -- and when he tried to cancel the printings or shut down the program altogether, the printer would freeze up … only to start up right where it had stopped afterwards. Even unplugging the printer had not helped; the damnable hardware sputtered like a dying cow, then hummed back to life when plugged back in and resumed its mayhemous printing.
“Lilly, you’re not supposed to use the lab printer for your personal flyers,” he said to his coworker, trying to keep the vehemence out of his voice and barely succeeding. His professor had a strict policy over turning papers in at the beginning of class, and he would be lucky to make it to class at this rate. Even running to another lab to print was out of the question; the closest student-accessible printers were in public forum above the on-campus restaurants, and those were off-limits while a career fair ran. The closest ones after that were in the engineering buildings -- which he had no access to without Meg’s help. Any further and he would never make it to class in time.
He felt like pulling out his hair. Just this one time. It would grow back eventually…
“You’re not going to tell on me, are you, Albert?” Lilly Pendragon inquired sweetly, batting her lashes. She was surfing through her friends list on Collegedom, a network that connected all of the university-level schools to each other. Though Albert did not mind this, she was not really supposed to be using the research computers for internet surfing. “You know I don’t like it when people get mad at me.”
“I do hope you’re not going to threaten me with your father’s lawyers again,” Albert sighed, his left brow twitching ever so slightly. “Why can’t you do this somewhere else? Like in your sorority house?”
“Because then I’ll have to pay for the ink cartridge, and those things are so expensive,” Lilly sighed.
“You get an allowance every week, Lilly. I don’t think your credit card is going to cry too hard,” the college senior stated flatly. He checked his cellphone for the time, sighing in irritation. “Look, I have a paper due in ten minutes.”
Lilly looked slightly perturbed, digging through her expensive Oppenheimer purse and pulling out a floppy disk. “You can give him a soft copy for now, can’t you? Hmph.” She swiveled her chair back to her computer, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder with a huff.
Albert was less than grateful, but he murmured a “thank you” before going to move his essay onto the disk. He glanced at Lilly as she collected half of the flyers she had been printing, watching her float out of the room confidently. As she left, one of the flyers slipped off the top and to the floor. Albert moved to pick it up, reading it as he set it on his desk.
“Withered Earth Homecoming Concert! Reserve Tickets Now!”
This would be the modern fic I had mentioned before.
Tentative title: Move Along
Series: Suikoden
Word count: 1988
Rating: Mild language, some sexual joking
Characters featured this chapter: Sasarai, Luc, Nash, Mathiu, Caesar, Lena, Odessa, Flik, Lilly, Albert
How It Begins
“Come on.”
“Nope.”
“Geez, what do you want from me?”
“I want you to beg for it. Come on, come on!”
“You’re being a real jerk, you know.”
“I do believe I’m not really caring right now.”
“Wow, that’s a first.”
“You always said I should try something different.”
“… Just give me the damn slushy, Rai.”
Sasarai LeBlanc laughed at the expression on his twin’s face, smiling as he sipped the precious cold drink. They had stopped traveling for a lunch break, and the boys had made their way to a convenience store to get cold treats; with their mobile freezer currently broken, they couldn’t keep any frozen foods until they reached the next city.
They had both gotten chocolate ice cream cones and cherry slushies. But Luc had once again underestimated his brother’s appetite.
“Next time, you’re paying,” grumbled the younger twin, twirling his half-finished cone before nibbling on the brown wafer. He wiped sweat from his brow with his other hand, shaking his head. “You always do this.”
“It’s not my fault I’m hungry,” Sasarai murmured in reply, tucking one hand behind his neck as he walked alongside the other young man. A glance at Luc, who was giving him an utterly flat look, resulted in an abashed grin. “I ate breakfast.”
“A granola bar isn’t breakfast.” Luc rolled his eyes and crunched down on the remnants of his cone, thrusting his free hand in front of Sasarai. “My drink, please?”
Sasarai pretended to pout as he handed over the drink, looking ahead at their bus. It had been their primary home for the last four months while they were on tour, and now they were heading back to Crystal Valley, their hometown. Dios, their manager, hadn’t been pleased, of course; their tour schedule had original extended for an additional two months, but the brothers had been adamant about returning home for their father’s birthday.
A blond face popped out of one of the windows that the twins were facing, and they at once recognized him as their drummer. “Did you grab me something, too?”
“Sorry, Nash; Rai’s a cheapskate and I’m scrapped for cash at the moment,” Luc called, smiling wryly as he boarded the bus ahead of his brother. “I didn’t see an ATM anywhere, so you’ll have to get it yourself.”
Briefly hanging his head, Nash walked past the two in the aisle and lightly thwacked Sasarai with one of his drumsticks; he never went anywhere without his drumsticks, though it was a mystery as to where he managed to hide them. “You need to start treating us out soon; we’ve been paying for your munchies lately and that’s hardly fair.”
Sasarai smiled apologetically as he rubbed the spot Nash had hit, nodding once. “All right, all right,” he conceded, stopping in the aisle as Luc headed back to his compartment. “When we get home, I’ll pay for our welcoming banquet. How’s that?”
“If you pay my bar tab too, you’ve got yourself a deal,” Nash said with a wink, marching off the bus to grab something to eat.
Climbing up on one of the seats and displacing the flat throw pillows, Sasarai shouted after him, “I’m not paying for all the ladies you’re gonna booze up, Nash!” He made a discontent sound in his throat as the older man simply laughed and walked off.
Luc smirked as he looked out into the aisle. “Isn’t it a shame the drummer always gets the girls? You could use someone else to pay for your dinners.”
Sasarai threw a pillow at him.
“Oh, what an adorable little boy! Is he yours?”
It was a question he was often asked, and he could only smile modestly and shake his head. “Oh, no. He’s my cousin.”
There would be a little bit of small talk, but askers -- usually young women -- would eventually move on after a few minutes. He could only surmise that there was something attractive about single fathers. Every so often, he would muse over what would happen if he allowed a young woman to believe he had a son … but those thoughts were quickly quashed. He would not be able to live with himself if he deceived someone like that. Especially once he had to consider he would have children of his own as a result from a lie.
He shook his head, wondering how his mind had wandered off like that.
“Math! Is it just you today?” Caesar Silverberg came running down the steps of the school, grinning and clutching onto his backpack excitedly.
Mathiu smiled at his young cousin. Though he was actually 11 years old and in his last year of elementary school, Caesar was small for his age and was oftentimes compared to boys two years his junior. “Yes, it’s just me. How was school?”
“It was cool,” Caesar chirped, ambling alongside his adult cousin towards the parking lot. “We were talking about space, and Alex shared his Cheetos with me.” As they reached Mathiu’s truck, he climbed into the passenger seat and looked around worriedly. “Did you bring my sheet music? I think I forgot it…”
“Albert pinned it to the refrigerator.” Mathiu reached behind his seat and offered a folder to the boy, who took it and began leafing through it. “Did you want a snack before choir practice?”
The boy shook his head, buckling his seatbelt and bouncing in the seat. “I’m good. Hurry, Math, I don’t wanna be late! Then I need to buy stuff for my project! Jupiter’s a big planet to paint, you know!”
The older Silverberg chuckled and shut the door, starting up the truck and looking over his shoulder.
He could wait with having children of his own. Caesar would keep his hands full for a little while longer.
Her eyebrow twitched. Just a little.
“Did you promise that girl a free ticket to our next concert, Nash?”
“Um … yes.”
She frowned dangerously.
“I mean, no! Noooo, no, no, nooo! Of course not! I’d have to be pretty stupid--”
Her glare made him stop to reconsider what he was saying.
“… Maybe?”
And then she growled.
“… You’re going to hit me, aren’t you?”
There was the slightest inclination of a nod.
“Just ... uh, not in the face, okay, Lena?”
Five minutes later, Sasarai walked by with a warmed up Hot Pocket in one hand and a soda in the other. He took all of two seconds to analyze the scene. “Get up off the floor, Nash; you’re blocking the aisle.”
Luc rolled his eyes as he followed Sasarai, carrying a hotdog. “Tch. I’m glad we don’t have aunts.”
Crystal Valley was quite gorgeous in late spring -- quite gorgeous all year round, for that matter. The trees were a vibrant green after the blossoms had fallen away, thriving under the right weather conditions and ample amount of care from the conscientious residents. It was not as a green as some of the other big cities, such as Gregminster and Muse, but for a city of its size, it was still wildlife-friendly.
Perhaps too wildlife-friendly.
“Oh dear god, Flik, you almost hit that duck!”
“It’s okay, ‘dessa, it’s fine! It shouldn’t have been in the road in the first place!”
“It was crossing the street with its family! There’s even a duck crosswalk there! Be more considerate!”
Flik Trueno grumbled to himself, adjusting his helmet with his shoulder as he moved into the oncoming lane to pass the car in front. “Hold on tight -- we’re passing.”
Odessa Silverberg held onto her fiance’s waist, smiling as she felt the motorcycle underneath her practically leap as Flik barreled down the street. An easy turn later, they were back in the correct lane and heading further into the city.
“I’ve got class in ten minutes,” Odessa shouted over the thrum of the engine. “Next time, we leave earlier!”
“Hey, I wasn’t the one who wanted a quickie before breakfast!” joked Flik, preparing himself for the inevitable counterattack.
When it didn’t come, he raised a brow.
“I’m not going to hit you now.” Odessa maintained her grip on Flik as she shouted. “I’m going to make you wait. And then, when you’re least expecting it…”
Despite the fact that Flik laughed in response, he inwardly cringed.
… Of course, that was the entire point.
Some days, Albert Silverberg seriously wondered why he went to college.
Unfortunately, today was such a day; he had a paper due in an hour, and the printer was, in a miraculous act of utter ungodliness, spitting out exactly 360 sheets of sorority drivel.
He had tried stopping the process, of course; he prided himself as being fairly tech savvy, and was able to follow help tutorials without too much confusion. But the printer was stubborn -- and possibly an old, glitchy model -- and when he tried to cancel the printings or shut down the program altogether, the printer would freeze up … only to start up right where it had stopped afterwards. Even unplugging the printer had not helped; the damnable hardware sputtered like a dying cow, then hummed back to life when plugged back in and resumed its mayhemous printing.
“Lilly, you’re not supposed to use the lab printer for your personal flyers,” he said to his coworker, trying to keep the vehemence out of his voice and barely succeeding. His professor had a strict policy over turning papers in at the beginning of class, and he would be lucky to make it to class at this rate. Even running to another lab to print was out of the question; the closest student-accessible printers were in public forum above the on-campus restaurants, and those were off-limits while a career fair ran. The closest ones after that were in the engineering buildings -- which he had no access to without Meg’s help. Any further and he would never make it to class in time.
He felt like pulling out his hair. Just this one time. It would grow back eventually…
“You’re not going to tell on me, are you, Albert?” Lilly Pendragon inquired sweetly, batting her lashes. She was surfing through her friends list on Collegedom, a network that connected all of the university-level schools to each other. Though Albert did not mind this, she was not really supposed to be using the research computers for internet surfing. “You know I don’t like it when people get mad at me.”
“I do hope you’re not going to threaten me with your father’s lawyers again,” Albert sighed, his left brow twitching ever so slightly. “Why can’t you do this somewhere else? Like in your sorority house?”
“Because then I’ll have to pay for the ink cartridge, and those things are so expensive,” Lilly sighed.
“You get an allowance every week, Lilly. I don’t think your credit card is going to cry too hard,” the college senior stated flatly. He checked his cellphone for the time, sighing in irritation. “Look, I have a paper due in ten minutes.”
Lilly looked slightly perturbed, digging through her expensive Oppenheimer purse and pulling out a floppy disk. “You can give him a soft copy for now, can’t you? Hmph.” She swiveled her chair back to her computer, tossing her long red hair over her shoulder with a huff.
Albert was less than grateful, but he murmured a “thank you” before going to move his essay onto the disk. He glanced at Lilly as she collected half of the flyers she had been printing, watching her float out of the room confidently. As she left, one of the flyers slipped off the top and to the floor. Albert moved to pick it up, reading it as he set it on his desk.
“Withered Earth Homecoming Concert! Reserve Tickets Now!”