Skanky Little Author's Note:  This started off as my revenge upon Pilika, that bloody mute little git who nearly managed to spoil my tasty Suikoden gaming experience with her constant pathetic utterances of "...............", "waaaaaaaahhhhhh!" and "Uncle Jowy!" until Shu wised up and shipped her off to the enemy so she and Joei-niichan could fuck in peace.  Who's bitter?  But it's blossomed into so much more...


THE PILIKA SAGA – CHAPTER 1

                The soldiers clamored, and the little house fell in on itself.
                The soldiers left, satisfied that all in the village were dead, and the dust began to settle over the bodies of the woman and the man.
                There was dust on the little girl's dress as she got shakily to her feet.  She shuddered. Okaasan, otousan! They were very still on the ground, and very red, and would not answer when she called them.  She stood there in the mishmash of blood and dirt and fallen roof tiles and called for everyone she knew, for her little playmates and the
shopkeepers and the farmers and even the tavern-keeper, whom she did not like very much.
                She didn't know when it was when she felt Joei-niichan's comforting arms lifting her out of the rubble. The air was gray and smelled like a cookfire; she realized that the sorrowful murmurs she heard were only those of
Joei-niichan's comrades and not her fellow villagers, and she buried herself in his chest and sobbed, because Joei-niichan wouldn't care if she acted like a big girl or not.
                "It's all right, Pilika. Shh. It's all right."
                Joei-niichan's best friend glanced about angrily. "Blight! Luca Blight! I'll have that bastard's head for this!"
                Joei-niichan tightened his hold on her protectively. "Pilika doesn't need to hear you swear."  She didn't care, really.  Joei-niichan's arms were hot around her, his thumb rubbing across her thigh.  A sudden wave of discomfort took her; she shifted in Joei-niichan's arms, and lost consciousness.

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                She woke in the middle of the night, in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. She was very alone. An oil lamp flickered on the bedside table.  Where was Joei-niichan?                  Pilika slipped quietly out of bed and toddled over to the door. It was heavy and wooden and very slightly ajar. She pushed it open, with some effort, and stepped softly into the torchlit hall.
                At its end was an empty cell that she shied away from; at the other end, a stair. Pilika chose the door in between, the one with the crude wooden "inn" placard nailed nearby. She stood on tiptoe and struggled with the
latch; satisfied, she heaved resolutely at the door and was rewarded by seeing it swing open.  There was an oil lamp lit here as well, and in the dim golden glow she saw Joei-niichan, quite naked, engaged in gratuitous yaoi activity with his best friend.
                Who was also naked. Pilika blinked.  "W-what are you doing, Joei-niichan?"
                Joei-niichan turned his head slowly around. He looked like he'd just had his village burnt down - and then some.
                "Is something wrong, Joei-niichan? What are you doing?"
                "We're...loving each other, Pilika-chan," said Shujinkou, clearing his throat uncomfortably.
                "Loving each other? Joei-niichan, I thought you loved *me*!"                                                                                                 Joei-niichan disentangled himself from a disappointed Shujinkou and gathered Pilika gingerly into his arms.
                "I *do* love you, Pilika. Don't cry."
                "Then why can't you love me like you do Shujinkou?"
                Shujinkou, pondering this, leaned over to Joei-niichan and kissed his neck sensuously. "Why *can't* we, Joei?"
                Joei was nervous. His best friend, normally so reticent and tame -- He looked at Shujinkou, long and hard, and then at her.
                "Do you *want* me to love you like that, Pilika?"
                Pilika stomped her little foot down. "Yes!"
                "Shhh," cautioned Shujinkou, motioning to another bed in the corner.
                "You'll wake Nanami." He turned to Joei-niichan, murmuring in a low voice.
                "I was kind of joking, you know. Do you *really* think we should ... do this?"
                Shujinkou saw a strange light playing in Joei's eyes. "It's what she wants, isn't it?" Joei-niichan focused his attentions on Pilika, rapt with admiration. "Now, Pilika," he said, fumbling with her pink shift, "I'm going to touch you in a very special place. But you mustn't tell anyone about this, remember, you mustn't tell..."  Pilika nodded, an ecstatic smile creasing the corners of her pink little mouth.

FIN