Title: Suikoden II: Alternate Universe
Author: Optimistic-Pessimistz a.k.a. SeraphKirin
Pairing/s: Not telling 'ya. Should be pretty evident soon though.
Rating: PG-13, but soon to rise...
Status: On-Going
Genre: Multi-Chaptered
Chapter: 1/?
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Disclaimers: All disclaimers apply.
Archive: ASK – if you really want to take my fic.
Author's Notes: We're here to read a story, so let's move on.
Legend:
Hero:Chance.
Castle:Ađalbjőrg Castle.
Army:Ađalsteinn Army.
The names of the above are changed because, um, since Jowy and Chance are both of Highland, and roughly from what I know from what I've read so far (don't kill me people!), Highland usually roughly means the Scottish, the Irish and the like.
Don't kill me for my ignorance, please!
The names were Ancient Scandinavian from this web: is derived from the Old Norse elements aðal "noble" and björg "protection".
Ađalsteinn is derived from the Old Norse elements aðal "noble" and steinn "stone".
I've always wondered about plenty of "what ifs" while I played it myself. Here are some of the "what ifs" this story revolves around:
1. What if Chance was never saved from the river by Flik and Viktor but was instead, saved by a Highlander (mystery guest for now)? In any case, he shouldn't be a mystery guest for long, since there isn't anyone else in the story like him.
2. What if Jowy was saved by Flik and Viktor instead?
I'll add more of the "what ifs" as I progress with the story. Chances are that I will not deviate from the original storyline as far as possible.
Oh yes, this story is written strictly from Chance's point of view, with sidelining of him because, well, we do need to know what is happening outside of Chance's little world, right?
The rating will go up as I progress, seeing that I have the intention of adding in non-consensual sex, yaoi and a lots of the like. Yaoi-haters, if you have read up 'til here and found the storyline... intriguing but the yaoi element disgusting, I suggest that you leave, with no offence intended.
In any case, happy reading.
Chapter One: Awakening
FLASHBACK
"Chance... if we were ever separated by the currents, we'll come back here to be reunited, ok? Promise me this Chance..."
"I promise."
END FLASHBACK
That was not the only last thing Chance recalled before jumping down the cliffs of Tenzen Pass.
Despite their tightly grasped hands, the currents down that river were too strong and separated the both of them after it knocked them both out, having had buffeted and bruised the both of them to its liking.
When he awoke, he was in a tent, and amazingly so, also on a bed loosely fortified by curtains of sheer lace.
The splitting migraine, coupled with the soreness that inevitably accompanied the many bruises he had suffered, did not help him to establish his surroundings either. But his moans caused by the former alerted a presence behind the semi-transparent curtains to the fact that he was awake.
"So... You're finally awake." This was said in a slightly nasal baritone.
Chance could just make out a faint outline of a man who had parted the curtains. The blurred images his pained eyes provided him with did not help place the identity of the man. Neither was the sound of his voice any help, for Chance clearly did not recognize it.
"... Who... are you?" Chance winced at the effort needed to push those few words pass his parched lips. Even so, the words came out hesitatingly, choked and slightly hoarse. Chance was already having difficulty forming his thoughts, what more his words? "And... where... am I?"
Chance's vision was clearing slowly, but it was still insufficient to help him identify the man. The dull throb at the back of his mind suddenly turned vicious, the stab of pain such that it made Chance cry out.
The man watched Chance clutch his head impassively. It was a moment or two before he moved.
Chance heard him move, but could not bring himself to look up, the pain overwhelming his ability to think or to instinctively put himself on the alert. There were sounds of a chest (or a box) opening, of him sorting through the various contents, of the chest closing, and of his footfalls approaching him
He was surprisingly gentle, removing Chance's hands from his head and placing them by his side.
Pain slowly ebbing away, Chance forced himself to look up at the obviously taller man... and promptly wished he did not do so. The pain returned with a vengeance.
The man watched him bite back that inadvertent cry of pain. Chance did not want to show his weaknesses to another he did not know.
Amusing... The man thought. He is more like me than I thought.
But then the man reflected, weren't most Highland men born with that pride?
It was something that was innate, he supposed, watching the younger man – no - boy, squirm as he touched the sides of the boy's forehead.
"Stop moving. You'll only hurt yourself."
The only reply he got in return was the boy's slight frown as he attempted to place his voice.
He smirked. Unlikely. He would not reveal his identity until he wanted to (which was exactly as he planned it to be).
Not that he would be afraid of the boy placing his voice either. The boy had, after all, only seen his face just once and heard his voice just once. He doubted the boy would remember his face in passing, since they were preoccupied with confronting their commander at that point in time.
It was amusing, he mused. That he would be the one (albeit an indirect cause) to force them to jump off that cliff, and three hours later, to be the one to rescue the boy from the waters. Perhaps it might be fate. He frowned, dismissing the thought immediately.
He watched the boy resign himself to total darkness for now, watched himself (or his hands) administering a sleeping draught to the boy, grasping the boy's chin and forcing the small mouth to open and swallow the vile concoction.
The boy struggled briefly, realized that it was futile to resist him, and surrendered to him, opening his mouth to drink whatever he was feeding him.
"Th... Thank you." The boy gasped out.
He brushed it off. There was no particular need to acknowledge the boy.
"I... apologize... but why do my eyes hurt so much? I... I can barely even open them to see."
"Close your eyes. You'll do better to close them. They were bruised – badly - when you fell – jumped – off that pass."
He heard a small intake of breath behind him.
"So... you saved me...?"
He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Hmph."
That did not even deserve a reply.
He turned around and watched the boy on his bed.
The boy was trembling, as little streaks of pain ran up and down his body.
He appeared to be gathering his breath for another question. "There... There was another boy with me. Jowy. Jowy Atreides. He was my boyhood friend. He jumped off that Pass with me and-"
"I did not find any signs of another where I found you."
The boy stiffened and turned whiter than he already was.
Interesting color, considering that he already lost more blood than I have ever seen any one person bled, and survived. The man mused.
"If I found you and you lived, the other boy may live as well." The man was decidedly nonchalant; his tone said that he could not care less.
But the words calmed the boy down.
"You think so?" He relaxed and turned to face where (he thought) the man was standing behind the curtain.
Naïve... The man thought, amused by the open hope he witnessed on the boy's face. He thinks that the other boy will live. Amusing, how a few words (well-meant or not) can do to someone like him.
He watched the boy fidget.
"Thank you... for saving me."
He smirked. The boy actually thought that his intentions were pure. How delightful... Well, it was time enough to divest him of his little delusions.
He walked over to the bed, parted the curtains and sat down right beside the boy.
The boy shifted slightly, realizing that his savior had approached him.
He placed his palms on both sides of the boy's head and leant down, placing their faces at such close proximity with each other that he could bite the boy's nose off without any fear of a struggle.
"Um... sir...?" The boy shifted edgily; he could feel a change in the atmosphere surrounding him but could not understand what brought it about.
"Stupid child... You really think to trust me, don't you?" He murmured.
The boy frowned, attempted to open his eyes, found that his eyes still hurt to much and opted for grimacing in pain instead.
The man however, took no notice of his pain.
"What is your name...?" He murmured into the boy's ear, every word a hot puff of breath.
The boy stiffened. "Ch... Chance."
"Chance..." He spoke the name as if he were caressing it.
Chance's breathing quickened.
The man's tongue flicked out and licked the shell of his ear.
Chance gave an involuntary cry and tried his best to move away from him. He was still too weak, and his feeble attempts to move were easily overcome by the larger and stronger male.
"Silly boy..." The man moved downwards to his neck and nipped him lightly.
He struggled once more, stronger, only to weaken when the man started... licking and sucking the wound that he created.
Chance felt faint, feeling his strength fleeing from his body as the effects of the draught took over.
As he slipped into a dreamless sleep, he distinctly heard a voice saying...
"Mine."
It was a command.
Author's Notes:
Well, I need you to tell me if this is good or not. Review please. No reviews No updates.
Guesses are welcome on who the guy is (although I feel it is pretty obvious).