Disclaimer: I don't own Eternal Sonata or anything to do with it, etc. etc. All I have is a PS3 copy of the game..
A/N (Please read): Here's my attempt at writing Fugue.. Even if it's awful, at least I had fun with it, LOL. But anyway. While this isn't exactly full of spoilers, you still might not want to read this if you haven't played the PS3 version of Eternal Sonata (or at least if you haven't seen Fugue's final two, PS3 exclusive cutscenes from that game). ..Just thought it was best if I made that clear, but yes.. here it is! :)
Verisimilitude
They called Agogo Forest 'beautiful'. Wild and alive and everlasting; a steady testament to Nature. An abundance of plantlife to gaze upon, flourishing and carefree. Trees stood tall; winding, arcing above your head, while sunlight filtered through to the lush grass below. Every step you took was on top of something sacred; knowing, and part of some greater harmony. You could wander for hours, lost in this realm with its ethereal quality, and if undisturbed by any monsters you may just return with a greater measure of inner peace yourself.
Beautiful. The sounds of wildlife around, even – the fluttering of wings, sing-song overhead, the scampering of feet – they only added to the overall idyllic effect, you could say.
Truly, beautiful. You might murmur – and most would agree with you, probably.
...Though it was lost on him.
Beautiful, hah. He wouldn't even call it pretty. He had had enough time to retain some kind of opinion on it, and he was entirely certain. Perfectly convinced – this place was foul.
..You're not going to demand a reason now, are you? How laughable. Was it not obvious already? ..But alright – it wasn't as if he could expect you to actually understand unless it was pointed out.
Look around. ..No, don't bother. No need (lucky you). It was simple – the scenery was mundane. Endless drivel, greens and browns and thickness and muck and slop. Empty appeal, or a complete lack of it. Nothing to catch the eye and keep a hold of it, nothing to draw a gasp of one's breath or a satisfied smile across the corners of your mouth. The sounds? No, the sounds didn't register. However.. The smell was the worst offender. Ugh.. Even worse, it was a mixture of many – so many shades of putrid assaulting his nose at once. It was like all the filth in the world was clamouring for his attention, as determinedly as it persisted in clinging to his boots.
He could go into more detail, but really, even you could get the idea, right?
Rain or shine, this forest never failed to grate on him. The pouring heavens soaked him through; wet his precious outfit (and once dried enough to be damp, he stank). A sunny day wasn't so bad, as the heat wasn't too troublesome once it passed down through the trees.. However. The insects that swarmed around in that temperature...!
Tch. How could anyone find this place.. beautiful? Morons and simpletons and commoners, he supposed (and most people fell into one or more of those groups). Poor deluded fools who were charmed by an 'adorable' animal, dazzled by pretty lights, astounded by the 'beauty' of those 'gorgeous', multicoloured flowers and surroundings.
Hah. How shallow were they? Plants were nothing but one of Nature's great farces. ..Indeed, Nature itself dealt in little but lies. That was all flowers were, for example. Vivid and ensnaring, and made for no other purpose.
He'd even tried smelling one of those flowers you see dotted about here. In a fit of madness, you could say. In a fleeting desire to once, just once understand the pitiful creatures around him..-
..Needless to say..
It was disgusting.
It had taken all day to rid the odour from his nostrils.
What a nuisance that had been..
He had encountered nuisance after nuisance since entering here. ..Oh, well. At least that was better than the boredom. Constant.
Ongoing...
Tedium.
He had no use for it. None of this. Waste of his time..! It just happened to be.. unfortunate that Count Waltz did not feel the same.
He himself was more than ready to end the task that had been set for him. Find the agogos? No problem.. I suppose. Plenty of the insipid creatures here. (Too many.) Easy enough. This ventured nowhere into 'taxing territory' for Fugue – the One; the Only; the Great. (Feel free to send any accolades his way.)
But nooo.
The Count had to go and request the glowing ones, didn't he?
-Not a problem; not a challenge, of course... It simply meant more time.
'More time'.
..Wasn't that an understatement.
He did sigh, once in a while. Haaah.. Was it going to ever end? He was sick and tired of this place. The banality of it all was.. getting to him. He could think of countless locations he'd rather be at or in, than tramping, tramping, tramping all around here.
Ooh, the castle as an example. Down in the dungeons, 'interrogating' guests. Training – in the arena, in the courtyard.. yes, even possibly in the wilderness... Wherever his blade could be sharpened.
Wherever there was blood to be spilled.
You had not seen it. Not as he had. The thrill of fighting – him against them; always inferior; to the death (theirs). Sharp, controlled slashes, and his katana cutting into flesh; carving; marking that which was so very flawed already. ..Beauty. In moments – flashes. Drawn out if he so desired, those little notes of misery arranged into a symphony that spoke of nothing but agony.
Nothing but truth.
..Nature's truth.
You could not see it, but he had and oh how he did love it. The greatest truth, and it was... gorgeous.
No lies.
Only pain. And he was the winner.
(Keep the accolades coming..)
..The daydream over, Fugue's face dulled, now no more alight than the irritating little creatures that he often glimpsed here. His footsteps had not lulled while his mind had wandered, so his pace needed no quickening.
A pity. It would have been something to do, no matter how menial.
Ah.. It almost made him wish he'd stumble across that rag-tag circus group again.. He really could do with the workout.
The scenery was a blur (the entirely uninteresting filtered out) as he walked, only anything resembling an agogo staying longer in his attention span than anything else. And even those, longer than they deserve...
There was one.
Aglow? No.
Move on.
The agogo followed him.
Keep walking.
The agogo followed him.
Keep walking.
The agogo followed him.
Keep walking..
The agogo was gaining on him.
Keep. Walking.
The agogo was gaining. On him..!
Walk. Walk. Walk.
The agogo was too damn close-
Keep walking. (Swipe.)
"Stay away, you stupid creature!"
Too close-
(Swipe, swipe, swipe)
Too close
This was getting irritating. Typical, he had to come across a particularly thick one..!
Too. Close
Too. Close
Too close
Too. Close- "Argh, stop it! Get out of my sight!"
What was wrong with this freakish thing? Well, it deserved much worse than being swiped, and slapped and kicked and stamped on if it would only stay still
Or better than that.. "Get away, infernal creature! I have no use for an ordinary agogo!"
What a pest, and what a waste... of... his... time...-
Oh. But look at this.
..Company.
Well.. It was mildly more interesting than swatting at vermin.
Yes..
At least these were pests he could cut into.