Series: Suikoden V crossover with Suikoden IV
Prompt/Theme: Protector.
Chapter Summary: AU, The young boy reminded him of Lazlo, it made him want to protect him. Part 12/100.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize.
Rating: T
Genre: Family/Friendship/Tragedy/Angst.
Pairings(however vague and implied): Prince x Dolph.
Warning: Crossover, shonen-ai.
Part II of V
All his life, Dolph was used to the dark, to the wild and woods and poverty. He wasn't used to a nice peasant house, much less a castle. He felt filthy, unworthy as he stepped in - forcefully hauled in the King himself - the palace. Dolph blinked the same time the boy's grin died to be replace by curious eyes.
Silver hair adorned the pretty androgynous child's head, falling past his cheeks and framing his head neatly. Light blue eyes - curious, knowledgeable and alert - studied Dolph but his eyes weren't like the Masters. They weren't assessing his worth of skills but was merely curious about his person, they were just like Lazlo's when they first met - and after that curious lookover, there were fondness and love.
"Dad, who's he?"
Oh, so this boy was the Prince. Dolph wondered what he should do, bow? - that was an act only to greet Higher Rank Masters - but this was the Prince. In the end, Dolph decided against acting because if bowing to the Prince when he didn't to the King, didn't it mean he regarded the King lowly?
"Well," Ferid rubbed the back of his head as he ushered the young boys in, nodding in greeting to the knights under his command, and knelt before his son, ruffling his fine head of silver hair, smooth like silk and the same as his mother's hair. "You'd have to ask him yourself, he won't tell me." At the end, the man pouted slightly.
The Prince tilted his head to the side in thought - much like Lazlo did and Dolph felt the strange urge to hug the boy - when he turned to Dolph and studied him some more. Abruptly, he threw his arms around him, pulling the taller boy into a hug. Dolph was stunned - no one, especially a stranger and not Lazlo or Mismar material - when the Prince hugged him.
"Wha - "
"You look sad." The innocent statement silenced Dolph, stunned, he could merely stood there was the knights and king became mere spectators. The silver-haired boy pulled back, smiling, "That's why I hugged you - Mommy said a hug makes me feel better every time!"
"Dolph," he said abruptly, rubbing his burning eyes to soothe it and it came down wet. "My name's Dolph, at your service, Your Highness."
Behind them, Ferid sighed theatrically, "So young and my son already seduced someone, man..."
Georg rolled his eyes at his friend's dramatics. "You were the same as he when you were his age."
"Man, I forget we were childhood friends."
"Thanks, maybe I should leave now then."
Ferid started whining then, and Georg sighed as they walked on in tow with the two young boys towards the Queen's Audience Chamber. Sometimes, Georg would wonder why he became a protector but every time he saw Ferid's grins and Arshtat's smiles, he knew why.
Bodyguard - a job to protect. And to protect one from danger, one must risk his life, one must kill.
Dolph was a suitable choice to be the Prince's bodyguard, companion and guide. He was used to killing and risking his own life. But protecting wasn't something he did on a daily basis. If protecting is to kill those who harm the Prince and his enemies, then so be it, Dolph was ready to get stronger.
The young boy reminded him of Lazlo, and for that alone, he'd protect him.
Part II of V - END.