Okay, here is the fourth chapter! This came around pretty quick! Wow! :)
Anyway, this chapter was inspired by Tales of Vesperia: The First Strike, The Opening Departure by Aiden and the fact that I've been pretty depressed lately (Writing this fic usually helps) This chapter is pretty depressing, but a friend of mine had said this chapter was very emotional, yet beautiful, so thank you, Celeste! :)
I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I would like to thank orangepotato and Azure-Wulfe for their reviews on Chapter 3, so I would also like to thank those two, you both rock! :)
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-FantasyXDayDreamer
Four years later:
Flynn let out a loud sigh as Yuri stretched out across the single bed that they had been sharing for at least four years, but no matter what, every night was a pain, especially when Yuri was never still while he was sleeping, Flynn stared out of the little window and saw the sun slowly climbing up into the sky, and sighed again.
Any minute now, the knights would march through the Lower Quarter, their armour clattering loudly, their muffled coughing and maybe even a few of them sniffing back tears, all wishing they didn't have to leave their families, and some will never see them again.
They were setting off for war.
"I hope my father will be okay." Flynn thought out loudly.
"No thanks… I don't want… any ice cream…" Yuri mumbled as he turned over to face Flynn, and the back of his hand whacked him in the face.
Flynn growled in frustration and climbed out of the bed, making sure that he would not wake his friend in the process, even though he always slept, he always woke to any sound of slight movement. That annoyed Flynn to no end, seeing as he had got into the habit of walking at night, he thought of this as time to think about his life, and his feelings.
But not today.
Flynn leaned out of the window and waited for the knights to march through the Lower Quarter, which would most likely wake up Yuri.
Flynn stared out into the distance, as he watched the stars slowly lose their sparkle and faded into the pale blue sky, although he lost interest in the slow process as he finally heard the loud clatter of the knights boots.
He saw a little girl chase after a certain knight, who had removed his helmet to wipe away a tear which was blurring his sight.
"I-I'll see you again, won't I, daddy?" The little girl asked as she ran up to him.
"You will. I promise you will." The man said, holding his daughter close.
"He's lying to you, you won't ever see him again." Flynn mumbled, as he curled his lip in frustration, "He chose to go to war… what is fighting for peace going to do? It only…"
He was cut off when he noticed another man with his helmet off, but this man was familiar to him. It was his father.
Flynn quickly turned away from the window and ran as fast as he could, he didn't want to miss saying goodbye to him, because maybe today was his last chance to do so.
...
Yuri woke up suddenly, and noticed the door close quietly, he noticed that there was knights in the streets of the Lower Quarter, and Flynn's father was one of them.
He quickly threw his legs over the bed and lifted himself to his feet and ran out of the room. He had to be there for Flynn, he couldn't just leave him to watch his dad just walk away, and maybe never come back.
Flynn slowly approached the knight, his helmet held to his hip, wearing a look that was so casual, yet showed so much sadness and pain.
He watched his friends who worked alongside him say goodbye to their wives and children. And he had neither to bid farewell to. Or so he thought.
"D-Dad? Is that you?" An almost silent voice asked.
The knight quickly turned around to see who had spoken, he looked down to find a blonde boy with hopeful, bright sapphire eyes, and the man immediately knew who it was.
"Hm? Flynn! What are you doing here?" The man exclaimed as he scooped his son up into a hug.
"I-I thought I wasn't going to s-see you again so I-" The boy was cut off by his weeping, as he immediately pressed his face into his father's shoulder and carried on crying.
"Shh, it's okay, I'm here aren't I? Shh, Flynn. You're a big boy now. Big boys don't cry, do they? I'll be back before you know it."
However, no matter how hard the man tried, the boy's hysterical tears didn't stop, but the man held him close, the guilt was almost drowning his heart, all the years he spent without seeing his son, without writing to him, and today he was holding him, and maybe even saying his last words to him.
Flynn carried on crying, he didn't care that his shoulder was covered in the metal armour, he just wanted to say goodbye to his dad: the man who he shared such a strong bond with until he left, the man who he hadn't seen in years, but the man who he would always love.
He felt the mans hand pat his back gently as he carried on crying, and once again, he felt like a little kid again and he didn't care. He was with his dad.
...
Yuri ran outside and almost immediately noticed Flynn who was now being held by one of the knights. Although to Flynn, he wasn't just a knight. He was his father, the man he aspired to be, and the man who took the footsteps that he dreams of doing one day.
Yuri watched as the man continued to shush and hold the weeping boy close to him, and he sighed, wishing that he could have a father like that in his life, who he could look up to, and want to be like. But he never had someone like that. He never had and never will have.
...
"Flynn, it's okay. I'll be back." The man whispered calmly as he put his son down onto the floor, "I mean it, I'll come home."
"Y-you really mean it?" Flynn sniffed as he wiped his nose with the back of his pyjama shirt.
"Of course… Look, Flynn… is that boy over there your friend?"
Flynn looked over to where his dad had pointed and noticed Yuri standing there, looking at the floor and wiping his feet against the dust.
Flynn suddenly wiped the tears from his eyes, trying not to let his friend know that he had been crying.
But Yuri just smiled as he saw the relationship between the two, part of him made him envy Flynn for his relationship with his father, but he was glad to see that his brother would be okay.
"Flynn… I have to leave, but I really do mean it. I'll come home."
"I know you will…"
The two looked at each other in silence before the man joined the rest of the knights in front, he looked back and waved to the blonde boy, whose tears were still running down his glistening sapphire eyes.
"Goodbye…" Flynn whispered, as he watched the man walk away, just wishing he could run after him, begging him to stop, but he knew he couldn't. He had to let him go and do his duty.
...
"Flynn…"
"Huh? Oh, Yuri…"
"Was that-"
"My father. He left me and my mother to join the Imperial Knights a few weeks before I met you."
"I see…"
"Were you close to your father, Yuri?"
"I never had one…"
"I'm sure you did, tell me! What was he like? Was he nice?"
"I've told you, I never had one."
"You must've done!"
"Flynn! Really, I don't know him, he means nothing to me!"
Flynn nodded as Yuri said this, and inside, Flynn felt his sympathy for Yuri grow even more. He knew that Yuri had been raised by people in the Lower Quarters, but he had no idea that his real parents had just left him to cope by himself, and inside, Flynn felt awful for having a father that he loved, when Yuri didn't even know who his parents were.
Flynn lowered his head as he watched Yuri walk away, and this time, Flynn felt like he owed Yuri some time to himself to think things over.
Flynn turned his head and watched the knights leave through the Lower Quarter, he lowered his head as he thought about his father, what if he died while he was out there? If he did, Flynn would never be able to tell him how much he meant to him, because he would be gone. Forever.
He felt a drop of water land on his nose and he looked up into the sky: the sun was now hiding behind dark grey clouds which suffocated the once brightening sky.
He felt another drop land on his cheek, which was then followed by many more, hitting his hair, his arms, his whole body, but he didn't care.
He closed his eyes, and let the tears and the rain fall down his face.
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