Moonsong
Disclaimer: I don't own Suikoden or any of its characters, Konami does.
Note: After reading lots of Nash/Sierra and Nash/Chris fics, Sierra/Chris came into my head as a crack-ish pairing. If you didn't heed the warnings for shoujo-ai and an odd pairing before, there it was again. This takes place after Suikoden III.
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After another long day of meetings and paperwork, the only thing Chris Lightfellow wished to do was get into a soft bed and sleep late into the morning.
Not like the beds in Brass Castle were very soft.
Even with the extra quilt she had placed on the mattress, she still found the old bed rather uncomfortable. She thought back to the times where it was more common for her to sleep on dirt than on fabric, and realized she might have become a bit spoiled. Pushing the thoughts out of her head, she took off her armor and the tight-fitting clothing she wore underneath. She turned to look in the mirror as she reached for her nightclothes…
And instead grabbed something that felt like fur.
Chris quickly withdrew her hand with a slight gasp, and quickly pulled her shirt back on. The gown on the chair shifted around a bit, and a white bat climbed out of the pile. A slight smile appeared on the knight's face.
"How did you get in here? Odd for a wild animal be so calm…Let me put you outside." Chris tried to scoop the bat up in her hands, but it evaded her grasp and fluttered to the floor. Chris then went to the window, knowing it would be easier to open it with two hands free anyway.
"You know, you're a rather pretty girl." A voice said from behind Chris.
Chris spun around, reaching for where her sword would normally be, and felt her heartbeat race temporarily when she grabbed air instead. She tried to remember if she had heard the door open, and was a bit shocked to realize she hadn't heard a sound.
"Are you surprised, Silver Maiden? I do know about that secret path, though I did not use it to enter your room." The woman said as she sat on the bed, pushing some of her silver hair behind her ear. She smirked at Chris. "Have you lost your voice? Pity, I wanted to talk with you."
Chris blinked a couple of times before standing up straight and striding over to the bed, staring. "Who are you, how did you get in here, and what do you want with me?"
"I believe I just said that I wanted to talk…"
"Who are you!?"
The woman glared at Chris before speaking. "Hmph. My name is Sierra Mikain, and I am an…acquaintance of a rather close friend of yours. I came seeking information about him."
Chris was still staring at Sierra when she realized she was still half undressed. Blushing lightly, she mumbled "Excuse me," and walked to where her pile of clothes was left form earlier. Sierra seemed to watch closely as Chris put her pants back on.
"You shouldn't be so modest, we're both girls here." Sierra stated, slightly raising an eyebrow.
Chris' face got redder as she sputtered out, "I-It doesn't change the fact that you're a stranger!" She returned to her former position of standing in front of Sierra. "Now, who is this person you're looking for?"
"Well…he's aging and irritating, but he has his good points. His name is Nash Latkje."
"Nash…what?"
"Are you deaf as well as paranoid? I said Nash Latkje."
Chris shook her head. "I don't know anyone named that, I'm sure I would remember a name like that."
"And I'm sure that you would remember a blond, stupid man from Harmonia."
Chris paced in front of Sierra some before stopping in front of her again. "I knew a Nash Clovis…he was a spy from Harmonia. Blond, yes. I wouldn't call him stupid, but that earlier comment you made about him being irritating I would agree with." Feeling a bit more comfortable, Chris sat on the bed a bit away from Sierra.
"Well, he probably lied to you." Sierra turned so she was facing Chris again. "He does that a lot. But, would you tell me where he is?"
"I do believe he was heading for Harmonia…said something about family there."
Sierra was silent. Chris watched her as Sierra's appearance went from relatively calm to rather angry in a matter of seconds. Sierra jump up, with a shout.
"That idiot! Bastard! Leading me all the way out to the middle of nowhere only to turn around and head in the opposite direction!"
"Did he…send a letter to you?"
Chris didn't get an answer as Sierra plopped back onto the bed, arms crossed over her chest. Chris felt a bit sorry for the strange girl, but also wondered what Nash would want with her. Her thoughts moved on to questioning why she felt sorry in the first place, when this girl suddenly appeared in her room and still hadn't told her how she got there.
"Stop staring at me, girl."
Chris snapped out of her thoughts and realized that Sierra was rather close to her now. "Was I? I apologize, I was…thinking."
"I'm sure you were. Well, thank you for your information…I'd love to stay, but I have someone to chase and beat."
"Wait."
"What is it?"
"I…I want to know how you got into my room."
"The window was open earlier, but after I came in I shut it."
"Through the window? I thought you had come through the door…or…"
Sierra moved close to Chris. "I'll just say I have my ways and secrets." Chris shrunk back instinctively, but Sierra kept the distance between them close.
"What now…? What do you want?" Chris flinched as Sierra placed her hands on her shoulders and leaned in close to her ear.
Sierra spoke in a low, almost seductive voice. "Maybe I don't have to chase after Nash just yet. I think I'll stay around here for a while…you're rather interesting, Chris Lightfellow." Sierra moved back, stood up, and went to the door. "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot of each other. Good-bye for now." She walked out the door.
Chris took a few deep breaths, trying to get her heartbeat back to normal as she tried to figure out exactly why she felt so freaked out when Sierra was breathing on her neck. Quickly changing into her night clothes, she blew the nearby candles out after looking in every direction.
Chris didn't sleep very well that night.
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