Disclaimer: I don't own Suikoden.
A/N: Inspired by the bath conversations in Suikoden III. It was also an idea I had while trying to think up more possibly funny interactions between Chris and Nash. It's quite pointless but hopefully fun. If people like it enough, I might make it a series with other characters.
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Episode One: Rose Petals and Washcloths
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One evening at Budehuc castle, Chris Lightfellow decided it was time she took a bath. She headed for the shipwrecked ship attached to the castle. There was only one place where one could bathe in this place - Goro's.
She had thankfully remembered to make an appointment earlier that day. Since there was only one bath, it was crucial that the residents make appointments so that everyone could have their turn.
When she arrived to the cabin where the bath was, Goro was nowhere to be found. She looked over his desk and checked the time sign-ups. Good, there were no other girls signed up for her time-slot. She could enjoy the bath alone.
She figured Goro wouldn't mind if she went on ahead into the bath, so she went into the next room and removed her clothing. Remembering the rose petals she had found last week, she took them out of her bag and decided to try them out in the bath. Wrapping herself up in a towel, she went out back to where the bath was.
It was a pretty large bath, more like a small pool, and it always had hot water in it. Chris threw the rose petals into it and throwing her towel aside, slid into the nice warm water.
It wasn't until she had settled into the bath that she saw she was not alone.
"Well, good evening, Chris." Nash was at the other end of the bath, with a huge, shameless grin on his face.
She screamed, and nearly jumped right out of the bath, but remembered the rose petal and bubble-covered water was the only thing hiding her nakedness from his view now.
"Wh-what are you doing here!" she shrieked, her back against the wall of the bath, making sure her shoulders where below the water.
"I could ask you the same thing," he replied, all too calmly. "When I was suddenly showered in rose petals and saw you standing there in nothing but a towel, I thought you'd decided to engage me in a romantic interlude here in the bath."
Her face flushed. "This can not be happening! Why didn't you say something?"
"When a beautiful woman covers a man in rose petals and disrobes before him, he does not think to ask questions."
"I didn't see you! I thought I was alone!"
"Yes, I have since gathered that, and it is much to my disappointment, I assure you," he answered, that mischievous grin never leaving his face.
"You... You didn't see anything did you?"
"I saw enough."
"You scandalous, shameless fool! You could have at least closed your eyes!" Chris was looking around for a means of escape, and realized there were none that would spare her from exposing herself to Nash again.
"How do you know I didn't?" He had that sly glint in his eye, and Chris knew he was thoroughly enjoying this.
"Because you just said you didn't!"
"No, I said that I saw enough. Believe me, seeing you in nothing in but a bath towel is exciting enough. At any rate, you wouldn't believe me if I told you I closed my eyes out of decency."
"You're right, I wouldn't! You have no decency! Now get out this instant!" she cried, crossing her arms over her chest just incase the bubbles and petals did not hide all.
"I beg your pardon, but may I remind you that you're the one who came barging in on me?" he responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Ridiculous! This is my time in the bath, I made an appointment!"
"I think not. You must have gotten the time wrong. I have it booked for 1900 hours."
"And it's half past now, so get out!"
"Are you sure? I don't think it can be more than ten past."
"I'm sure, now get out!"
Nash shook his head. "You'd better go check the time. I'm not getting out twenty minutes early."
"You go check it!" There was no way that Chris was getting out of the tub while he was watching.
"You're the one who came in here early. You check the time."
"Forget it! Just get out or I'll... I'll-"
"-You'll run me through with your sword?" Nash finished for her. "Go ahead, but you'll have to get out of the bath to get your sword. You might as well check the time while you're at it," and much to her fury, he winked at her.
"I'll scream for help!"
Nash laughed. "And have all your knights come here running? That would be quite an amusing scene. I daresay, they'd probably be on my side."
Chris suddenly got a mental image of Percival and Borus unintentionally ogling at her in the bath while Nash slipped out, leaving her to deal with the two aroused young men. As loyal and good intentioned as her knights were, she knew she would suffer more than Nash would if she were to call them. She shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead in frustration.
"There now, can't we just play nicely?" Nash, who was shoulder deep in the water, as Chris was, slid closer to her until he was about at arms length. "I'll wash your back and you wash mine?"
"Don't come any closer!"
He put up his hands defensively. "Relax! What do you take me for?"
"An arrogant, shameless, dirty old man, who will try and take advantage of any woman despite the fact he's married!"
"Old? I'm not old! I'm thirty-seven! I don't even look old!"
She felt like screaming.
"Look," she began, deciding on a diplomatic approach, "how about you turn around and close your eyes while I get out, and-" she cut herself short and her eyes widened when she felt something brush against her upper thigh.
THWACK!
Nash was sent flying back into the opposite wall of the bath, a rose petal crushed in the middle of his forehead where Chris had brought her fist into his face. He had a bewildered, almost dazed look on his face, clearly not having expected to be walloped out of the blue like that.
"What the hell was that for!?" he sputtered finally.
"Don't you dare touch me again, or next time it will be somewhere more painful, do you understand!?"
"I didn't touch you!"
Chris was about to call him a liar, when she felt something brush against her leg again. It couldn't have been Nash, for he was at the other side of the bath. She reached down and pulled out a small washcloth.
Her face flushed a little. "I guess it was this washcloth," she muttered sheepishly.
Nash glared at her irritably while he rubbed his nose. "I wish it had been me. At least I would have gotten something out of being so wrongfully socked in the face."
Chris was going to apologize, but when he said this she became angry again. She opened her mouth angrily, but found she had run out of insults, so instead she just hissed, "I've had enough! Get. Out. Now!"
"Excuse me, but I'm the victim here! First you barge in here on MY bath time, accuse me of being indecent, order me to get out, insult me the entire time, and now I've been punched in the face for a crime I didn't even get to commit. I'm the one who's had enough!" He stood up so that the water only came up to his waist, and towered over her, jabbing a finger at her.
Silence fell between them as they continued to glare at each other. Eventually Nash splashed back down and grabbed the soap.
"I'm not leaving," he stated finally.
"Neither am I," she replied.
"Fine."
"Fine."
Silence.
Neither of them moved. They both looked rather ridiculous, sitting shoulder deep in the water, covered in rose-petals, Nash holding the soap, Chris holding the washcloth, scowling at each other in silence.
Finally, Chris sighed. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry..."
Nash blinked. "You are?"
"Yes," Chris muttered. "If you could please turn around, I'll leave."
"It doesn't have to be like that you know..." Nash's eye had that glimmer in it again.
"Please, don't start! I'm apologizing and leaving! Isn't that what you want?" she asked, exasperated.
"Well, you're apology is appreciated and accepted, but it could be interesting if you stayed."
"Nash!"
"Okay, okay! It was just a suggestion!"
Chris shook her head, a hint of a smile on her face. "I mourn for your wife. You are much too frisky for your age."
"What do you mean, 'for my age'?" Nash narrowed his eyes at her. She didn't reply, so he turned around to allow her to leave the bath and get her towel.
He heard the water dripping off of her as she stood up and climbed out of the bathtub. After a moment she cleared her throat. "Thank you, you can look now."
He turned back and saw the towel wrapped securely around her form. He pointed at the washcloth still in her hand. "I need that."
She was about to throw it to him, but hesitated. "First, tell me the honest truth. Did you really close your eyes when you saw that I was taking off my towel?"
"It was the gentlemanly thing to do."
"But were you gentlemanly?"
"Of course."
"So you didn't see 'anything'?"
"No! I'm already beginning to regret it."
Chris stared at him, still debating on whether she should believe him or not. Regardless, she eventually threw him the washcloth and turned to leave.
"Hey Chris."
She stopped. "What?"
"Thanks for the rose petals."
Her face flushed slightly. "Um... You're welcome."
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A/N: Like 'Elevator Entourage', this is probably more mildly witty than straight out humorous, but I don't think it was too bad, considering I'm don't write much in terms of humor. My apologies if you found any out of character-ness. If you really liked it, leave a review and I might make this into a series. I already have a couple of ideas floating around for a similar situation with different characters.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading! ^_^
A/N: Inspired by the bath conversations in Suikoden III. It was also an idea I had while trying to think up more possibly funny interactions between Chris and Nash. It's quite pointless but hopefully fun. If people like it enough, I might make it a series with other characters.
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Episode One: Rose Petals and Washcloths
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
One evening at Budehuc castle, Chris Lightfellow decided it was time she took a bath. She headed for the shipwrecked ship attached to the castle. There was only one place where one could bathe in this place - Goro's.
She had thankfully remembered to make an appointment earlier that day. Since there was only one bath, it was crucial that the residents make appointments so that everyone could have their turn.
When she arrived to the cabin where the bath was, Goro was nowhere to be found. She looked over his desk and checked the time sign-ups. Good, there were no other girls signed up for her time-slot. She could enjoy the bath alone.
She figured Goro wouldn't mind if she went on ahead into the bath, so she went into the next room and removed her clothing. Remembering the rose petals she had found last week, she took them out of her bag and decided to try them out in the bath. Wrapping herself up in a towel, she went out back to where the bath was.
It was a pretty large bath, more like a small pool, and it always had hot water in it. Chris threw the rose petals into it and throwing her towel aside, slid into the nice warm water.
It wasn't until she had settled into the bath that she saw she was not alone.
"Well, good evening, Chris." Nash was at the other end of the bath, with a huge, shameless grin on his face.
She screamed, and nearly jumped right out of the bath, but remembered the rose petal and bubble-covered water was the only thing hiding her nakedness from his view now.
"Wh-what are you doing here!" she shrieked, her back against the wall of the bath, making sure her shoulders where below the water.
"I could ask you the same thing," he replied, all too calmly. "When I was suddenly showered in rose petals and saw you standing there in nothing but a towel, I thought you'd decided to engage me in a romantic interlude here in the bath."
Her face flushed. "This can not be happening! Why didn't you say something?"
"When a beautiful woman covers a man in rose petals and disrobes before him, he does not think to ask questions."
"I didn't see you! I thought I was alone!"
"Yes, I have since gathered that, and it is much to my disappointment, I assure you," he answered, that mischievous grin never leaving his face.
"You... You didn't see anything did you?"
"I saw enough."
"You scandalous, shameless fool! You could have at least closed your eyes!" Chris was looking around for a means of escape, and realized there were none that would spare her from exposing herself to Nash again.
"How do you know I didn't?" He had that sly glint in his eye, and Chris knew he was thoroughly enjoying this.
"Because you just said you didn't!"
"No, I said that I saw enough. Believe me, seeing you in nothing in but a bath towel is exciting enough. At any rate, you wouldn't believe me if I told you I closed my eyes out of decency."
"You're right, I wouldn't! You have no decency! Now get out this instant!" she cried, crossing her arms over her chest just incase the bubbles and petals did not hide all.
"I beg your pardon, but may I remind you that you're the one who came barging in on me?" he responded, raising an eyebrow.
"Ridiculous! This is my time in the bath, I made an appointment!"
"I think not. You must have gotten the time wrong. I have it booked for 1900 hours."
"And it's half past now, so get out!"
"Are you sure? I don't think it can be more than ten past."
"I'm sure, now get out!"
Nash shook his head. "You'd better go check the time. I'm not getting out twenty minutes early."
"You go check it!" There was no way that Chris was getting out of the tub while he was watching.
"You're the one who came in here early. You check the time."
"Forget it! Just get out or I'll... I'll-"
"-You'll run me through with your sword?" Nash finished for her. "Go ahead, but you'll have to get out of the bath to get your sword. You might as well check the time while you're at it," and much to her fury, he winked at her.
"I'll scream for help!"
Nash laughed. "And have all your knights come here running? That would be quite an amusing scene. I daresay, they'd probably be on my side."
Chris suddenly got a mental image of Percival and Borus unintentionally ogling at her in the bath while Nash slipped out, leaving her to deal with the two aroused young men. As loyal and good intentioned as her knights were, she knew she would suffer more than Nash would if she were to call them. She shut her eyes and rubbed her forehead in frustration.
"There now, can't we just play nicely?" Nash, who was shoulder deep in the water, as Chris was, slid closer to her until he was about at arms length. "I'll wash your back and you wash mine?"
"Don't come any closer!"
He put up his hands defensively. "Relax! What do you take me for?"
"An arrogant, shameless, dirty old man, who will try and take advantage of any woman despite the fact he's married!"
"Old? I'm not old! I'm thirty-seven! I don't even look old!"
She felt like screaming.
"Look," she began, deciding on a diplomatic approach, "how about you turn around and close your eyes while I get out, and-" she cut herself short and her eyes widened when she felt something brush against her upper thigh.
THWACK!
Nash was sent flying back into the opposite wall of the bath, a rose petal crushed in the middle of his forehead where Chris had brought her fist into his face. He had a bewildered, almost dazed look on his face, clearly not having expected to be walloped out of the blue like that.
"What the hell was that for!?" he sputtered finally.
"Don't you dare touch me again, or next time it will be somewhere more painful, do you understand!?"
"I didn't touch you!"
Chris was about to call him a liar, when she felt something brush against her leg again. It couldn't have been Nash, for he was at the other side of the bath. She reached down and pulled out a small washcloth.
Her face flushed a little. "I guess it was this washcloth," she muttered sheepishly.
Nash glared at her irritably while he rubbed his nose. "I wish it had been me. At least I would have gotten something out of being so wrongfully socked in the face."
Chris was going to apologize, but when he said this she became angry again. She opened her mouth angrily, but found she had run out of insults, so instead she just hissed, "I've had enough! Get. Out. Now!"
"Excuse me, but I'm the victim here! First you barge in here on MY bath time, accuse me of being indecent, order me to get out, insult me the entire time, and now I've been punched in the face for a crime I didn't even get to commit. I'm the one who's had enough!" He stood up so that the water only came up to his waist, and towered over her, jabbing a finger at her.
Silence fell between them as they continued to glare at each other. Eventually Nash splashed back down and grabbed the soap.
"I'm not leaving," he stated finally.
"Neither am I," she replied.
"Fine."
"Fine."
Silence.
Neither of them moved. They both looked rather ridiculous, sitting shoulder deep in the water, covered in rose-petals, Nash holding the soap, Chris holding the washcloth, scowling at each other in silence.
Finally, Chris sighed. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry..."
Nash blinked. "You are?"
"Yes," Chris muttered. "If you could please turn around, I'll leave."
"It doesn't have to be like that you know..." Nash's eye had that glimmer in it again.
"Please, don't start! I'm apologizing and leaving! Isn't that what you want?" she asked, exasperated.
"Well, you're apology is appreciated and accepted, but it could be interesting if you stayed."
"Nash!"
"Okay, okay! It was just a suggestion!"
Chris shook her head, a hint of a smile on her face. "I mourn for your wife. You are much too frisky for your age."
"What do you mean, 'for my age'?" Nash narrowed his eyes at her. She didn't reply, so he turned around to allow her to leave the bath and get her towel.
He heard the water dripping off of her as she stood up and climbed out of the bathtub. After a moment she cleared her throat. "Thank you, you can look now."
He turned back and saw the towel wrapped securely around her form. He pointed at the washcloth still in her hand. "I need that."
She was about to throw it to him, but hesitated. "First, tell me the honest truth. Did you really close your eyes when you saw that I was taking off my towel?"
"It was the gentlemanly thing to do."
"But were you gentlemanly?"
"Of course."
"So you didn't see 'anything'?"
"No! I'm already beginning to regret it."
Chris stared at him, still debating on whether she should believe him or not. Regardless, she eventually threw him the washcloth and turned to leave.
"Hey Chris."
She stopped. "What?"
"Thanks for the rose petals."
Her face flushed slightly. "Um... You're welcome."
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A/N: Like 'Elevator Entourage', this is probably more mildly witty than straight out humorous, but I don't think it was too bad, considering I'm don't write much in terms of humor. My apologies if you found any out of character-ness. If you really liked it, leave a review and I might make this into a series. I already have a couple of ideas floating around for a similar situation with different characters.
Anyway, thank you so much for reading! ^_^
