Wind Blows And Water Flows
By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed here belong to Konami CE.
Warning: SPOILERS!
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Chapter 1: Where I Belong
"I feel terrible saying that to him…"
The brunette sat back on the hard wooden chair, exhausted and unhappy, sighing with deep regret. He fingered the circlet placed on his forehead absently, and all the while the other young man sat on the bed, watching him intently. He shook his head quietly and looked up again at the other person in the room with him then.
"So, what do you intend to do?" the raven-haired youth questioned his companion. "Go to Highland and tell the commander of the fleet that you're sorry for what you've said, and you'll never, ever fight a war against him, even if it was the right thing to do?"
The brunette frowned slightly at that remark. "No… I just… I mean, I lived in Highland too. In short…"
"You're the real traitor?" the youth on the bed asked in response. He gave a sigh and closed his dark eyes. "The real traitor is your idle heart, child. It is worse to betray the people you care and love and wish to protect, than to betray your treacherous heart," he added gently.
The young brunette smiled back in appreciation at the former leader's words. Young Master McDohl may be extremely cynical, morose and straightforward at times, but he was wise, and more often than not, he said the right words at the right time, did the right things at the right place. The young leader secretly felt relieved at the other's presence - he didn't know why, but it felt good to be around him. He rolled his doe-like eyes to catch view of the dark-haired leader, only to find him rummaging through his belongings and diary.
"HEY! That's MY stuff!" he hurried to the Young Master's side, trying to snatch the book off his hands. McDohl in turn, laughed and ducked away from his flailing hands, pausing once to tickle him violently under his arms.
"Stop! That's my ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha… Hey, you cheat -- ha, ha, ha, ha!" he sputtered helplessly as laughter dissolved into his annoyance. Really, you never knew what that rebel leader would do next!
McDohl flopped onto the bed, and started flipping through the diary. He grinned at the boy positioned on the floor.
"Let's see… Ah, December 25…" He coughed slightly, and began reading in a mock-sweet way; "'Today was the happiest day of my life! I got SOOOO many presents from everybody in the castle… there was this overly big sweater Nanami had knitted for me, this huge cake Hai-Yo had baked for me, this book Klaus had gotten me, this musical box Mr. Shu had…' Huh? Musical box? Why in the world would a strategist give a musical box to his leader?"
"It's personal, okay?" the brunette blushed crimson at that question. "I was opting to get it when I saw it on display in an item shop…"
"How did Shu know about this?" McDohl leaned forward in interest. Despite his coldness toward the other stars, he had warmed up thoroughly with the young leader. The boy glared at him.
"You're so nosey!" he complained, throwing a pillow at McDohl's direction. "But since we're both good buddies, I'll tell you… It's a long story…" He paused dramatically. "Well, I saw this musical box on display in an item shop. It was really nice, with roses round it…"
"Ugh. Girly." That earned him a pillow on his face.
"ANYWAY," he continued, scowling slightly; "I really liked it. The item seller wouldn't sell it to me for less than 15000 potch…"
"What a rip-off!"
"Yeah. Glad you agreed. I wonder how's his business now? But it's none of our concern, right? Well, as I was saying, he wouldn't sell it for less than 15000 potch. I wanted it badly, but as I had no money, I had no choice but to turn back…"
"Helloooooooo! Earth calling blur-boy!" McDohl waved his arms around in front of the leader. "What good is Bright Shield if you don't use it?"
"Who do you think I am, Luca Blight?"
"Hoo, hoo, haa, ha, ha!"
The Young Master sobered instantly upon seeing the annoyed expression on the hero's face. "Okay, okay! So what happened next?"
"Well, um, when I came back to buy it after a few weeks of skimping on my meals, it was gone! Someone had already bought it, but the shopkeeper wouldn't tell me who it was, or how that person looked like. Then came the day…"
"Shu gave it to you."
"He overheard my conversation with the shopkeeper. But at that point, he wasn't a recruit yet. He just thought that it would be nice to have bought it since I probably wouldn't be coming back for it. He said that he felt terrible when I did. That was why he gave it to me."
"So, actually, it wasn't that he was moved by Apple's virtue, but it was because he felt horrible for you? Wow. It seems that the world has gone crazy since I last made contact with it!"
"Well, that's when you feel that you really belong, see?"
"Yes, I see."
The two of them laughed gaily at their joke, only to have it reflected in an ironically different way at their very own lives.
To Be Continued…
By Windy McDohl
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed here belong to Konami CE.
Warning: SPOILERS!
______________________
Chapter 1: Where I Belong
"I feel terrible saying that to him…"
The brunette sat back on the hard wooden chair, exhausted and unhappy, sighing with deep regret. He fingered the circlet placed on his forehead absently, and all the while the other young man sat on the bed, watching him intently. He shook his head quietly and looked up again at the other person in the room with him then.
"So, what do you intend to do?" the raven-haired youth questioned his companion. "Go to Highland and tell the commander of the fleet that you're sorry for what you've said, and you'll never, ever fight a war against him, even if it was the right thing to do?"
The brunette frowned slightly at that remark. "No… I just… I mean, I lived in Highland too. In short…"
"You're the real traitor?" the youth on the bed asked in response. He gave a sigh and closed his dark eyes. "The real traitor is your idle heart, child. It is worse to betray the people you care and love and wish to protect, than to betray your treacherous heart," he added gently.
The young brunette smiled back in appreciation at the former leader's words. Young Master McDohl may be extremely cynical, morose and straightforward at times, but he was wise, and more often than not, he said the right words at the right time, did the right things at the right place. The young leader secretly felt relieved at the other's presence - he didn't know why, but it felt good to be around him. He rolled his doe-like eyes to catch view of the dark-haired leader, only to find him rummaging through his belongings and diary.
"HEY! That's MY stuff!" he hurried to the Young Master's side, trying to snatch the book off his hands. McDohl in turn, laughed and ducked away from his flailing hands, pausing once to tickle him violently under his arms.
"Stop! That's my ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha… Hey, you cheat -- ha, ha, ha, ha!" he sputtered helplessly as laughter dissolved into his annoyance. Really, you never knew what that rebel leader would do next!
McDohl flopped onto the bed, and started flipping through the diary. He grinned at the boy positioned on the floor.
"Let's see… Ah, December 25…" He coughed slightly, and began reading in a mock-sweet way; "'Today was the happiest day of my life! I got SOOOO many presents from everybody in the castle… there was this overly big sweater Nanami had knitted for me, this huge cake Hai-Yo had baked for me, this book Klaus had gotten me, this musical box Mr. Shu had…' Huh? Musical box? Why in the world would a strategist give a musical box to his leader?"
"It's personal, okay?" the brunette blushed crimson at that question. "I was opting to get it when I saw it on display in an item shop…"
"How did Shu know about this?" McDohl leaned forward in interest. Despite his coldness toward the other stars, he had warmed up thoroughly with the young leader. The boy glared at him.
"You're so nosey!" he complained, throwing a pillow at McDohl's direction. "But since we're both good buddies, I'll tell you… It's a long story…" He paused dramatically. "Well, I saw this musical box on display in an item shop. It was really nice, with roses round it…"
"Ugh. Girly." That earned him a pillow on his face.
"ANYWAY," he continued, scowling slightly; "I really liked it. The item seller wouldn't sell it to me for less than 15000 potch…"
"What a rip-off!"
"Yeah. Glad you agreed. I wonder how's his business now? But it's none of our concern, right? Well, as I was saying, he wouldn't sell it for less than 15000 potch. I wanted it badly, but as I had no money, I had no choice but to turn back…"
"Helloooooooo! Earth calling blur-boy!" McDohl waved his arms around in front of the leader. "What good is Bright Shield if you don't use it?"
"Who do you think I am, Luca Blight?"
"Hoo, hoo, haa, ha, ha!"
The Young Master sobered instantly upon seeing the annoyed expression on the hero's face. "Okay, okay! So what happened next?"
"Well, um, when I came back to buy it after a few weeks of skimping on my meals, it was gone! Someone had already bought it, but the shopkeeper wouldn't tell me who it was, or how that person looked like. Then came the day…"
"Shu gave it to you."
"He overheard my conversation with the shopkeeper. But at that point, he wasn't a recruit yet. He just thought that it would be nice to have bought it since I probably wouldn't be coming back for it. He said that he felt terrible when I did. That was why he gave it to me."
"So, actually, it wasn't that he was moved by Apple's virtue, but it was because he felt horrible for you? Wow. It seems that the world has gone crazy since I last made contact with it!"
"Well, that's when you feel that you really belong, see?"
"Yes, I see."
The two of them laughed gaily at their joke, only to have it reflected in an ironically different way at their very own lives.
To Be Continued…