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.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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
