Hey there! I'm now playing Metal Gear Solid 2: Substance on my PC, and I can't beat that scene where you need to save the prez... Stupid NIKITA launcher, how to launch this shit anyways!? Oh, whatever, your not interested in this, I guess... My problems, sorry.
Anyways, I've seen Snake skateboarding on YouTube and I just got that idea to write a fic... Couldn't think of a better title though. I always have hard time with titles...
It's possibly a twoshot, I don't know yet if I'll right about the part where Snake teaches Otacon how to skateboard... Mmm, I'm thinking about it, maybe I will, maybe I won't...
Oh, you know, we'll soon have "Igromir" here, in Moscow, and I'm going there! I'll be cosplaying Jill Valentine BTW *_* Cool, huh? And my friend will be cosplaying Chris, my another friend - Claire, and the friend of my best friend - Steve... The whole band xDDDDDD
Okay, so you're here for the fic, I assume xDDDD Well then, read it! xD It's all yours :P If there's something wrong about it, tell me, okay?..
A/N: I don't own Solid Snake nor Hal Emmerich aka Otacon. Sadly, they belong to Konami and Hideo Kojima. But it's okay - when I'll grow up I'll create a game as cool as MGS... xDDDDDDD LOL
Well, straight to the fic!..
Snake locked the safe and, turning first to the left, then to the right, hid the key inside his pants. Yes, yes, exactly inside his pants – not in the pocket, but in his pants. He thought it would be safer that way, because no one could possibly snatch it out of there, and it couldn't get lost by an accident.
Snake sighted and relief and decided to take a shower. His trademark blue bandana was still present on his head, as he decided to wash it too – for once in his (or more bandanas) life.
He threw it into the washing machine and just stood there for a second, deciding in what mode to wash it - in a delicate one or some other. He didn't really knew much about washing machines exept were the on/off button was and he really couldn't care less. But he treated his bandana, his favorite blue bandana rather tenderly, and he wanted all the best for it. Oh, what strange obsessions the mighty sometimes have...
He shared an apartment with Otacon, his friend and a computer friend. Otacon was a good guy not only on the battlefield, but in life as well – helpful and resourceful. There wasn't a day where the fridge was empty – there always was food in there – eggs, meat, chicken – everything he wanted, actually. Snake always got amused when every time he saw the fridge full of different kinds of food – he'd never seen Otacon leave his place beside a computer, really. And he'd never seen a man from the grocery store near they're apartment either. Colonel advised them not to attract to much attention to themselves.
But Otacon had his own odds. First – he was a nerd. A nerdy nerd, although Snake haven't seen too much nerds in his life, now he was sharing an apartment with a one. Hal never seemed to leave his chair beside his computer, and even if he did, it was only to take two steps to the kitchen to grab some milk or cookies or a kinder surprise. Yes, that was one of Otacons strange likes – he adored kinder surprises – these chocolate eggs with different toys inside – and even had a collection of them. He had all sorts of toys – from little dinosaurs to tiny globules where the continents were placed wrong and Africa was actually called Australia. Otacon could look at such globules for hours, studying them through the magnifying glass and thinking how stupid the people were who made such globes. Snake always snickered at that and advised Hal to grow up. Hal didn't get offended though – he fixed his glasses with his trademark "Otacon-knows-everything" look and said that Snake was all to serious to understand him, the lonely, but highly optimistic otaku boy. If only Otacon knew, thought Snake when Hal started his speech about how always serious Snake was and how he, Hal Emmerich, just wanted him to loosen up a bit.
Yes, and anime was another one of Otacon's obsessions. Snake often found him beside television, eating kinder surprises, his eyes glued to the screen were a girls with big mutant eyes, in short – no, tiny – skits that it was a miracle their panties were somehow not seen (how was still a mystery to Snake – he was not a pervert, but he was just curious because in real life, he knew… They'll look more as porno actresses in such outfits) and such swords that if Cyborg Ninja saw them just once, he would die laughing. He just didn't understand that. But everyone can have their own interests and odds as long if it isn't choking people with pillows or ripping their flesh with a real-life chainsaw, wearing a potato sack on their heads.
After showering, Snake – or David, as he was often called in peaceful times, which happened so rarely that he often forgot his "real" name – dressed in clean blue Jeans and a plain white T-shirt he happened to own somehow, maybe because of his friend once again. Snake didn't bother too much about clothes, really – he didn't give a damn to tell the truth. But somebody had to, and that just happened to be Otacon. Not like he minded.
Snake decided to shave once – of course he was more used to a stubble on his face, but today he just wanted to get rid of it. For no particular reason, just wanted and that's all. Maybe to look a little younger. Who knows?..
After he exited the bathroom, fixing a band aid on his right cheek, that's it, he stopped on his tracks and cocked his head a little, frowning. Something wasn't right.
Otacon usually would call him on his communicator and ask if he wanted to watch an anime with him (and the funniest thing was that Hal was sitting just in another room, but old habits die hard). Snake would refuse and Otacon would shrug, saying that it was worth a try anyways. Then David would go to his room and fall asleep there, then wake up to the sounds of Hal cursing, trying to make them some soup.
But this time… This time something indeed wasn't right. His communicator stayed silent, no matter how intently the famous soldier stared at it – it didn't bother to ring. David rolled his eyes and quietly entered Otacon's room, where it's inhabitant say beside his favorite computer, watching at something intently on the monitor, his eyes wide open.
- Wow, he's good… - Snake heard Otacon mumbling.
David glanced at the display and froze because of what he saw there.
Otacon was on YouTube – on one of his favorite sites where he often got to know about the new animes that were about to come. This time, however, there wasn't a random anime teaser on the monitor…
The trees. The park. The fence. The wall… The figue, the all-too familiar figure...
So someone was videotaping! Snake had that tingling sensation that he was being watched, but he couldn't do anything because if he unfocused… He could fall, no matter how good he was.
"Please, God, if you're somewhere there, don't let him discover that this is me…"
But the God didn't hear him. Or maybe there was no God. Or maybe the God didn't want to hear him. Who knows, but when Otacon turned, Snake gulped. His friend knew everything by the look in his shiny blue eyes.
It was his bandana, had to be. The quality of the video wasn't good at all – in fact, it was taped by a simple phone camera – but his blue bandana was pretty much noticeable even with such bad quality camera.
- Snake, that was awesome!
David rubbed the back of his head uneasily.
- Why didn't you tell me that you could skateboard so well!?..
Okay, he was totally busted. Otacon would tease him for forever from now on. Tease mercilessly. He knew Hal's character pretty well and he was already thinking about running to Meryl's apartment that was three blocks away, barricading the door, disconnecting the phone and stay like this until someone hits Otacon on the back of his head and he has permanent amnesia… But chances of that were slim to none, so…
- Mind to teach me?..
Oh holy mother fucking shit…
So... Continue?..
