Chapter Eight: I Love You
By Kurohi Tatsaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 3, and I haven't beaten the game yet! It's a cool game, though! I wouldn't be writing a fic about it if I didn't think that!
"speaking"
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"Come here again and I WILL kill you, human!"
Trembling, the brown-haired, male treasure hunter fled. The shadow, a dark, deep black dragon, sighed tiredly. "...All I did was come here to be alone and die in the monster form I believe myself to be... I can't take Jet's rejection of me much longer..." Its deep, weakening voice echoed in the lonely ruin.
'Why did you leave?'
"...I thought you heard me. We are of the same mind, spirit...... Anyway, I left because he rejected me."
'He did?' It's voice was sarcastically curious. Both annoying AND prying.
Laughing with a dry throat, the deep black dragon lay tiredly on the bloodied ground. "Of course he did... He wanted none of my affections. So, I decided to eliminate the problem...... If I died, he wouldn't have to worry about my worthless affections. It's... better this way..."
"I'm sorry..."
The dragon's cat ear twitched at the sound, but it only registered as the voice of one of the souls in his mind. He was too far into the darkness... Too weak. "Don't be. He doesn't care. He doesn't care that my time is almost over...... The wounds those explorers inflicted on me have taken their toll............"
"Don't die!! Don't you hear me??! KUROHI TATSAKI!!!"
No one used his last name unless he was in trouble by his mom or something...
Was he in trouble?
He rose his almost comically large head and looked down at the small human. "Jet-...san...... [1]"
"Yeah, it's me... I know you're mad at me, aren't you?"
He shook his head and knelt down before Jet. His tail and wings dragging limply behind himself. He felt so weak... "Iya... no, I'm not mad... at you, Jet-san... [2] ...How could I ever be?"
"Enough with the '-san'. '-chan' sounds better."
His ears pricked up a little. "Hai... demo... will it matter in the end? In my end? [5]"
"What do you mean?! You're...?"
What was monster shrunk into human. The ears slid back downward, the tail became fuzzy, striped and light, fingers emerged from talons, and scales peeled back to reveal skin almost as pale as snow, but even that was tainted by patches of blood and gashes across the perfect skin. The frail, unclothed human panted for air. His eyes wanted to drift closed forever, but he needed to hear one phrase from the other boy. Just one, three-word phrase, and he would feel the need, the want, to live on. "J...et...?" He struggled to look up at the spiky, silver-haired boy.
The latter sat down, and, much like a few months ago, let the brown- haired boy rest his also spiky head against his chest. The soft strands, crusted with blood, brushed like a stiff paintbrush against his face.
"Yeah?"
"...A...i...... shi...te...iru..."
He leaned further against the boy with now equal height. "Yeah, Kurohi... I love you, too... You've said that before."
"......Jet-chan... you mean it?"
He laughed. "Yes, Kurohi. I've been denying it all this time... and now look at what happened to you! You're skin and bones!"
"I haven't eaten since I left you... Haven't drunk anything, either..."
"Here... have some of my water..." Opening a flask, he lifted the lid to his koi's [3] lips, who drank slowly, holding back the urge to guzzle and throw up.
"...Thank you..."
"You've been through tough shit, huh?"
"...I've been to hell and back here... and almost back to a cold hell..."
He embraced the other boy tighter against his chest. "Then... once we get back to the others, I'll show you the reward for going so far... and coming back."
The brown-haired one craned his neck backwards to look up into the purple orbs. He chuckled. "Of course. How can I say no?"
Jet almost purred, "You can't."
Smiling a little, he nuzzled Jet's shoulder. "Why would I want to?"
The spiky, white-haired boy smirked. "Oh, no reason."
"Precisely."
"You want to go back yet?"
"Hell yeah, but I think it would be better... if I had clothes!"
"Shredded my extra pair all ready?"
"No... they got ruined too much to wear because of all the three-on- one and fifteen-on-one and who-knows-on-one fights I've been in."
"Where are they?"
"Under some broken tiles in this room...... First pillar... to your left... Even though they were... mangled and dirty, I still kept them..."
"...Why would you want to keep something so ruined?"
"They still hold your scent... It's faint... but......" Kurohi took that time to pass out.
"W-Wha?! K-Kurohi! Wake up!! Don't die, please don't die!! KUROHI!!!"
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[1] "-san" is a Japanese suffix for "Mr.", "Ms.", or "Mrs." Not formal. [2] "Iya" is Japanese for "No" [3] "Hai" is Japanese for "Yes" [4] "Koi" is Japanese for "Love" [I guess it's short for Lover], or "Koibito" which is Japanese for "Lover", "Boy/Girlfriend"
By Kurohi Tatsaki
Disclaimer: I do not own Wild Arms 3, and I haven't beaten the game yet! It's a cool game, though! I wouldn't be writing a fic about it if I didn't think that!
"speaking"
*************************************
"Come here again and I WILL kill you, human!"
Trembling, the brown-haired, male treasure hunter fled. The shadow, a dark, deep black dragon, sighed tiredly. "...All I did was come here to be alone and die in the monster form I believe myself to be... I can't take Jet's rejection of me much longer..." Its deep, weakening voice echoed in the lonely ruin.
'Why did you leave?'
"...I thought you heard me. We are of the same mind, spirit...... Anyway, I left because he rejected me."
'He did?' It's voice was sarcastically curious. Both annoying AND prying.
Laughing with a dry throat, the deep black dragon lay tiredly on the bloodied ground. "Of course he did... He wanted none of my affections. So, I decided to eliminate the problem...... If I died, he wouldn't have to worry about my worthless affections. It's... better this way..."
"I'm sorry..."
The dragon's cat ear twitched at the sound, but it only registered as the voice of one of the souls in his mind. He was too far into the darkness... Too weak. "Don't be. He doesn't care. He doesn't care that my time is almost over...... The wounds those explorers inflicted on me have taken their toll............"
"Don't die!! Don't you hear me??! KUROHI TATSAKI!!!"
No one used his last name unless he was in trouble by his mom or something...
Was he in trouble?
He rose his almost comically large head and looked down at the small human. "Jet-...san...... [1]"
"Yeah, it's me... I know you're mad at me, aren't you?"
He shook his head and knelt down before Jet. His tail and wings dragging limply behind himself. He felt so weak... "Iya... no, I'm not mad... at you, Jet-san... [2] ...How could I ever be?"
"Enough with the '-san'. '-chan' sounds better."
His ears pricked up a little. "Hai... demo... will it matter in the end? In my end? [5]"
"What do you mean?! You're...?"
What was monster shrunk into human. The ears slid back downward, the tail became fuzzy, striped and light, fingers emerged from talons, and scales peeled back to reveal skin almost as pale as snow, but even that was tainted by patches of blood and gashes across the perfect skin. The frail, unclothed human panted for air. His eyes wanted to drift closed forever, but he needed to hear one phrase from the other boy. Just one, three-word phrase, and he would feel the need, the want, to live on. "J...et...?" He struggled to look up at the spiky, silver-haired boy.
The latter sat down, and, much like a few months ago, let the brown- haired boy rest his also spiky head against his chest. The soft strands, crusted with blood, brushed like a stiff paintbrush against his face.
"Yeah?"
"...A...i...... shi...te...iru..."
He leaned further against the boy with now equal height. "Yeah, Kurohi... I love you, too... You've said that before."
"......Jet-chan... you mean it?"
He laughed. "Yes, Kurohi. I've been denying it all this time... and now look at what happened to you! You're skin and bones!"
"I haven't eaten since I left you... Haven't drunk anything, either..."
"Here... have some of my water..." Opening a flask, he lifted the lid to his koi's [3] lips, who drank slowly, holding back the urge to guzzle and throw up.
"...Thank you..."
"You've been through tough shit, huh?"
"...I've been to hell and back here... and almost back to a cold hell..."
He embraced the other boy tighter against his chest. "Then... once we get back to the others, I'll show you the reward for going so far... and coming back."
The brown-haired one craned his neck backwards to look up into the purple orbs. He chuckled. "Of course. How can I say no?"
Jet almost purred, "You can't."
Smiling a little, he nuzzled Jet's shoulder. "Why would I want to?"
The spiky, white-haired boy smirked. "Oh, no reason."
"Precisely."
"You want to go back yet?"
"Hell yeah, but I think it would be better... if I had clothes!"
"Shredded my extra pair all ready?"
"No... they got ruined too much to wear because of all the three-on- one and fifteen-on-one and who-knows-on-one fights I've been in."
"Where are they?"
"Under some broken tiles in this room...... First pillar... to your left... Even though they were... mangled and dirty, I still kept them..."
"...Why would you want to keep something so ruined?"
"They still hold your scent... It's faint... but......" Kurohi took that time to pass out.
"W-Wha?! K-Kurohi! Wake up!! Don't die, please don't die!! KUROHI!!!"
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[1] "-san" is a Japanese suffix for "Mr.", "Ms.", or "Mrs." Not formal. [2] "Iya" is Japanese for "No" [3] "Hai" is Japanese for "Yes" [4] "Koi" is Japanese for "Love" [I guess it's short for Lover], or "Koibito" which is Japanese for "Lover", "Boy/Girlfriend"