Like Cheesecake


Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia or any of the characters, plot, cities, monster, blah blah blah. I would pay a lot of money for it, though. Ha.

One-sided Kraine, but Kraine nonetheless. It's a little on the angsty side, Raine centric. This idea popped into my head after I played through the game about a million times X3


He left on Derris Kharlan a week ago.

If he wanted to leave, he would leave. She had nothing to do with his decision. He had his own little equation of life, and she wasn't a part of it.

She couldn't stop him.

She wouldn't stop him.

What did it matter to her anyway, if he left? He never really did pay her any attention. Not unless it included "Get out of the way" or "Heal them". No, that couldn't even be considered attention. After all, who could say a colonel barking orders at his corporal giving attention?

Kratos was the high and mighty colonel, and she was the new recruit.

He knew how warfare worked, and she was totally oblivious.

He was the King on the chessboard, and beside him perched his Queen, Anna. She was just the nameless pawn.

Raine sat down at the rickety little card table in the kitchen and began to set up a chessboard. The smooth, polished mahagony wood and little oak chessmen felt like silk on her calloused hands.

She began to play.

This is my game, she thought, moving black and white pieces across the board.

She brushed silver hair out from her eyes and studied the board carefully. The white pieces were in a predicament. Sacrifice the queen, and the King could live to see another play. Sacrifice the pawn, and the tables could be turned.

Smiling wryly, Raine moved the pawn in to certain death.

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Kratos was a cheesecake. Kratos was the kind of cheesecake that would turn up on your kitchen table after the same dinner of lettuce salad and diet shakes the doctor recommended for the last six months.

You wouldn't want to just eat a slice of heaven, either. You'd want to eat it in one sitting, preferably with a few glasses of skim milk to wash it all down. You would tell yourself that you shouldn't eat it, that it would only bring the death of your six-month-going-on-forever diet. But then you would tell yourself that six months is a hell of a lot of time to wait, and you freaking deserve some cheesecake. Besides, there's plenty of time left to loose that ten-bazillion calories you just ate.

You would have given yourself a pep talk that morning, telling yourself that whatever you do, you wouldn't give in to that evil sweet tooth. No matter how bad the chocolate cravings were, you wouldn't give in. Every spoonful of heart-healthy oatmeal was a victory, and every fork of salad a battle won.

But then you walk into the kitchen to get some fruit yogurt, and there that cheesecake is, fork and plate waiting for you.

And man, is it calling.

All you had to do was turn around and march right back out. Maybe you would take the backdoor and go get yourself a low-fat latte, and go for an afternoon jog. After all, when the temptation wasn't in front of you, all you had to do was ignore it. It ceased to exist, until you walked back into the kitchen. But by then, you would be able to convince yourself that you don't need that cheesecake. You don't even like cheesecake!

Too bad Raine was already sitting at the kitchen table.

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FIN

A/N: well, at least it was short, lol. Buuuuut I think I got my point across? I'd like to know what you all thought about it. It is a sin to read and not review. What would Jesus do? lol (no offense non-Christians)