THE BLADEMASTER
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY SUIKODEN CHARACTERS.
NOTE: THIS FIC IS DEDICATED TO THE LOVELY BISHOUNEN (EVERY GIRL MUST BE CRAZY NOT TO LOVE HIM) RICHARD OF SUIKODEN V. Enjoy.
CHAPTER ONE: FEELINGS?
He never erased that beautiful smile on his face. Even as a child, he would always smile as though nothing in the world would ever bother him. It was like he wasn't alive. It was like he was a void, aimlessly wandering this wretched earth holding nothing but his own self.
Smiling will always be easy to do. The only hard part about smiling is meaning it.
He confined himself in his room at the Ceras Lake Ruins Castle, clenching his sword in his two hands. He stared upwards, and noticed that the ceiling from that room appeared to have small cracks, probably due to its ancient age.
Well I guess they weren't so smart after all!
He laughed at the small cracks on the ceiling.
At that precise moment, Mueller entered the room and sat on his bed.
"What are you laughing about?" Mueller asked, in his usual I'm-a-serious-brute tone.
"See those cracks on the wall? Guess it proves that the Sindar weren't so perfect after all—and we think so highly of them."
He laughed again. Mueller didn't say a word. He just hid himself in his blankets and turned away from Richard.
Richard finally realized how pointless he was. He lied down on his bed and started to sleep.
Good night, Mueller.
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"You got it! I'll go!"
The next morning, he was chosen by the prince to accompany him on the Stormfist siege. They ran from Raftfleet all the way to where Sialeeds was.
That was probably one of the most painful battles for the prince—having to battle his own Aunt. He didn't even know why he had to do that.
Shielded by the Canopy Defense, the party was inflicting major damage to Sialeeds without even getting hurt by the Twilight Rune. Richard inflicted the final blow on Sialeeds, slashing her thrice with his blade, with critical damage each.
The Sun Rune's power appeared in the sky. The Dawn Rune and the Twilight Rune together forged a shield against the Sun Rune. As Sialeeds fell into the prince's arms one last time, Richard finally realized what he had just done. If he had not fought Sialeeds, this blow on her wouldn't be so harsh. If he had not inflicted that triple slash on her, Sialeeds would still be alive. If he had not fought the way he did, the prince would still have one of the only two family he had left.
He felt responsible for her death.
Of course they were fighting to survive, because if not, the Twilight Rune would've annihilated them for sure. Richard was just sad about the fact that he had to kill someone his friends care about to save thousands of people he didn't even know. He slowly walked away from the scene and washed Sialeeds' blood off his sword.
Within each blade lie all the souls of those whom it has killed.
How many lives has this blade taken? How much pain did he already cause to people? Richard was stabbed by guilt. He was fighting for the good side, yet he felt so evil.
Finally, for the first time in his life, he felt something. He realized something. He thought about something else besides his obsession for Mueller.