I listened to a song for far too long, and got an evil idea. Not exactly a 'song fic' but it is based off one. Some of the dialogue is from the song, but...
*cackles* yeah. It's a short chapter, but i wanted to post it, casue hte plot bunnies are having a feild day.
I don't own Tales of Symphonia. Sadly.
Oh So Very Sadly.
"See, he just said..."
"I can't believe you'd let him talk about your mother like that. What? You didn't hear him? He said..."
"I heard him talk about..."
"Someone said they saw him with..."
A small brunette boy backed up, watching the start of chaos with a smirk that looked out of place on a cheerful face. Careful words had sent the bar room into a battlefield, most of the patrons turning on one unfortunate man with bottles and broken chair limbs, blades and staffs. The boy casually walked out, but his large brown eyes were anything but calm. They flicked about, checking shadows as he walked down a lane, kicking a rock in front of him.
"you're getting better all the time." The boy twitched, one hand curling as he spun around, brown eyes narrowing for the speaker, before he spotted the tall cloaked figure. A cheerful grin, one that matched his youth spread, and his eyes grew cheerful to match. The man chuckled a little as the boy ran closer, and ruffled messy brunette hair with a scar heavy hand.
"Your glove's off." The boy points out, batting the hand away, and the man seems a little surprised, and slips a fingerless glove back on.
"You're gunna go far, kid." The man says, chuckling as he shifted blue hair, moving some so both his eyes were clear, and flicking the tail of it back over his shoulder. "Turning all them against one? I didn't realize you'd pick that up so fast. It's hard to teach." The boy grinned wider.
"It was fun. I said things, and they'd go red in the face. None of them even tried to hit me." There was an emphasis on tried from the preteen. He looked less out of place than the man, wearing a dark shirt and tan pants over plain leather boots; it was the sort of clothing that placed him as normal and thus easily forgettable. His eyes were a bit of an oddity, brown with hints of scarlet and amber, same with his left-hand, fingerless leather glove. The man wore a navy cloak that reached his knees, showing his black boots edged with gold, a slit at the back to show his loose white pants and black coat tails from his waist.
"Just don't let your dad know. That mother hen will take it out of my hide if he knew I was letting you do these things." The blunette says with a smirk, extending his hand from a navy cloak. The brunette grinned, and took his hand, and the pair walked out of the city.
it looks like a crap chapter to me, but.. *shrug*