Woot! Chapter 3 is finally up! Thank you so much to those who reviewed the story! You guys are the ones who inspire me to keep writing! XD Anyway, this chapter isn't as long as the other two, but it starts in on some plotness! XD I love Flynn! XD Also, i decided at the last min, but i had the F bomb in there, but decided to edit it out and replace it with a more appropriate version. I don't mean to offend anyone! i will be very sparing with those really big words (but when it's yuri we're talking about, i think that can slide a little). As always i dont' own the game rights, movie rights, or any of that other stuff. I own the OC's and the plotline. READ, ENJOY AND REVIEW! THANKS!!!
Chapter Three – Ponderings
The rain grew heavier, soaking him through even more than it usually did. A slight shiver entered his bones and he clasped his arms around his wet body.
His once freshly cleaned and pressed white dress shirt now stuck to his skin and showed his bony frame. Ribs jetting from his sides, and spine almost visible.
It made him remember, remember the fact that he hadn't eaten for nearly a week.
He had forgotten to eat, he remembered, and after things started happening, he forgot to even forget to eat. It had become a complete after thought. And here he was, standing in the rain, cold, soaked and hungry.
He put his hands on his face to clear away the wet strands of hair that had managed to stream their way onto his face.
He wrapped his arms around his tiny frame again, the wet shirt engulfing him.
What could he have done anyway? It wasn't like he knew what was going to happen. If he had known…
Well, things would have been different. Very different.
He continued to walk. Walk through the now completely empty streets. He was alone. The streaming buildings and the weeping clouds were the only things to keep him company.
Where was he headed anyway? Did he have a destination?
Not really.
All he knew was that he was going to walk and think.
Walk and think…
Walk and think…
Walk and think…
The world turned shades of gray as he continued to think. His thoughts varied, often being about the huge problem the rain was probably trying to wash away, but also of the trivial things. The small things that you end up missing the most…
The unfortunate blonde landed face first on his bed. The soft comfiture caught his fall, making a quiet 'plop' sound as he landed.
He turned his head to the side, letting out a long, deep sigh that he had been holding in since he entered the conference room, "At least Yuri is gonna be free…"
He closed his light blue eyes for a moment, as if to gather his thoughts. He sat up on his bed then, and made himself sit comfortably against the wall next to his bed.
The blonde could see all that was in his small room. The desk which held a stack of papers nearly the height of his arm, a small fireplace overflowing with picture frames on and above it, a big closet filled with his normal-day clothes, and of course another dresser with all of his "necessaries" as he put it, and a washing basin on top of that dresser.
Flynn wasn't sure how many times he had actually used the washing basin that sat in his room. It was something you used for cleaning ones face, but he had never found a use for it since he found taking a shower the better alternative.
He looked over at the pictures that sat over his fireplace. One in particular caught his eye. It was a hand-drawn picture Yuri had done for Flynn when they had "officially" become friends.
A huge Flynn head was the entirety of the picture, at least on Yuri's part. Flynn had gotten so angry with his now "best" friend for not including himself in the picture that Flynn had drawn a small Yuri head in the corner of the picture.
Flynn smiled at the warm memory.
If only things could be that peaceful now.
If only Yuri was still taking on the small time. Back then, Yuri threw sticks and stones at knights and called them stupid names. Brash yes, but not completely uncalled for. But now, Yuri had made it his duty to one up that and instead of sticks it was swords and instead of rocks…well, the rock part was still the same. Yuri had a thing for throwing rocks at people's heads. And instead of stupid names like "Idiot" or "Tomato Head" it was "Bastard" and "Mother-F'er".
Not exactly the best way for Yuri to make himself popular with the authorities.
Flynn let himself slip from the wall to the bed, once again 'plopping' down on his sheets.
He sighed again, a little tension being released this time.
It was then that he heard the door open. The blonde was so tempted to tell whomever it was to leave him be, but his polite side got the better of him.
He lifted himself on one arm and looked at the door.
It was Sodia.
Sodia was Flynn's Lieutenant. He orange hair and cat-like brown eyes made her seem rather unapproachable. She was always deeply driven by peace and justice, and never failed to make it her duty to bring up a point. She was blunt and rather forceful at times, which was why she was Flynn Scifo's Lieutenant.
"Sir," She gave him a rather interested look, "What are you doing?"
"Oh," Flynn sat up again, "Nothing, what do you need Sodia?"
The orange-haired female nodded, "General Justice wanted me to inform you that Yuri Lowell's papers will come through by the end of the week." She had said 'Yuri Lowell' with a sort of distaste, as one says the name of a food they don't like.
"Thank you, Sodia."
"Yes," She looked around his room then, allowing her eyes to wonder a little, "Sir, can I ask you something?"
The tired blonde nodded, "Go ahead, Sodia."
She paused, questioning even asking the question in the first place, "Never mind, Sir."
Flynn would have normally jumped at the opportunity to talk to Sodia more, but he was tired and not desiring any conversation lasting more than a few minutes, "Alright, but I'm always here if you need to talk."
"I know, Sir," she hesitated, Flynn even saw that, "You just look tired, Sir, I'll talk to you later."
With a polite bow, Sodia exited the room, disappearing almost as fast as she had appeared.
He lowered himself on the bed again. His head was spinning with thoughts. Sodia had never been one to hold things back; Flynn had learned that the hard way many times. If she brought it up, it usually meant that it needed to be talked about. Flynn had also learned she wasn't one for much small talk. That was also learned the hard way. Which made it rather odd she would bring something up and then drop it almost instantly.
She really was the perfect Lieutenant for Flynn. Where he lacked confidence in words, she held confidence. And where she lacked a calm mind, Flynn held that. They were two hafts of one body, a perfect combination for Captain and Lieutenant.
He let a sigh out of his timid body. When was the last time he had actually relaxed? He had been spending so much time trying to keep Yuri out of the chair that he had completely forgotten about himself. He couldn't remember the last time had had taken more than 5 minutes for himself.
He couldn't let it bother him right now.
What concerned him more was Sodia's hesitance to talk about the subject that was floating in her mind.
And Justice.
The blonde hadn't gotten a very good read of him when he was in the conference. The General, to Flynn, seemed to be hiding something, something that was common knowledge to everyone else. Flynn felt like General Justice had been mocking him rather than helping him. And that feeling Flynn had gotten when Justice left the room…
The blonde shook it off and sat up, "There isn't anything I can do about that right now."
He got off his bed and stretched, feeling every muscle in his body complain and strike dull pain into his nerves. Flinching, the blonde rubbed his sore neck, "I could use some down time, but I have to look up this General Chandler Vice."
The blonde left his room and made his way down the hall. He was headed for the library.
The halls were practically empty, save a few privates wondering the halls in search of any suspicious behavior. Flynn would walk past them in about 22 seconds.
What concerned Flynn was the fact that he hadn't even heard of General Chandler Vice. He recalled hearing about the family of Vice before. If the blonde had his ducks in a line, the Vice family was a prestigious family of skilled fighters. Each member of the family was conditioned from birth to learn skills and artes faster than anyone else could ever hope too. These fighters were taught to use multiple weapons as well as artes. They were crafted to be the ultimate weapon. Someone who would listen to instructions and fight whoever or whenever no matter the cost or reason.
To Flynn, it looked more like trying to create the perfect solider, but he wasn't about to try and shake that tree.
But Chandler Vice? Chandler was a boy's name, right? The blonde had honestly heard it both ways, but had always considered it more of a girl's name personally.
He knew that the current head of the Vice family was Brigadier General Thor Vice. A powerful man with massive features. Thor Vice's body was made entirely of muscle, making him an intimidating foe.
But even knowing who Thor Vice was still didn't give Flynn any indication who Chandler Vice could possibly be.
Flynn knew his best friend far better than anyone else did, and he knew Yuri wouldn't get along with just anyone. You had to have a certain chemistry to be able to work well with Yuri, and some big brute who's only purpose in life was to fight would not mix well with his purple-haired friend.
This was going to be a sticky situation, Flynn could already tell.
The blonde had only snapped back into reality when he noticed that the men hadn't passed him yet.
They had slowed their pace, taking cautious steps like one does while walking on ice. Their expressions had changed, showing timid ness and steadiness, fear and temptation. The two guards had almost stopped completely, making strange gestures to each other.
Flynn continued at his normal pace, trying to take his attention off the two guards. He had more important things to be distracted with.
It wasn't until he had completely cleared them that he realized his mistake.
He tried to turn around, but it was to late.
A dagger had been planted into his back.