Notes: A drabble is a short story exactly 100 words long, excluding title. They're also very addictive to write.
Suikogaiden belongs to Konami, not me, and we can all thank heaven for that.
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Reason
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Nash stumbled back, eyes wide. He automatically went for dagger, but the click of the pistol Zaj was holding stopped him.
Had Zaj really been after his life all these years? Sure, Nash had nearly killed him on his wedding night, but he didn't know Zaj would take it so darn /personally/.
"Why," he demanded, "Why are you doing this? Because I'm a first class citizen? Because I'm a Latkje? Revenge for what happened five years ago?"
"Oh, no," Zaj said. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Then what is it?"
"Remember? You never paid me back that twenty potch I lent you, you cheap bastard."
Nash facefaulted.
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Reason - II
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Nash tensed, blue eyes locked on the dark-haired man sitting at the desk before him.
"How many times do I have to say it? I don't want to fight you," Nash said, voice low and intense. "Is this petty revenge really so instrumental to what you're planning?"
"What on earth are you talking about, Latkje? My reasons for going after you have nothing whatsoever to do with my plans," Zaj said, looking surprised.
Nash blinked. "They're not?"
"Nope."
"Oh." The blonder of the two tilted his head, with a puzzled frown. "Then... what is it?"
"Because you're so much prettier than I am, you poncy sod."
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Comparison
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Nash grit his teeth, biting back the urge to scream.
He had known that he was signing himself up for trouble when he married the old hag. He knew she had a thousand years of emotional baggage, loneliness and True Rune-related issues to work through, and that he could well end up on the receiving end of them. And he had been willing to accept that. But this... this went beyond anything he could have imagined.
"Did you /have/ to get one with so much lace?" he asked.
"Oh, quit whining," said Sierra. "Besides, you look much better than Rean in a dress."
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Undeath
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He knew that he was dying.
Blood spilled between his fingers, clutching at shredded skin. His mind was hazy; he couldn't think clearly. His own breath sounded harsh and raspy in his ears.
He thought he could see his sister, shyly asking him to brush her hair. Or his father, lecturing him on the ways in which their politics would shape the world.
But most of all, he thought that he could hear her voice, feel her shaking hands cup his face.
"Blue Moon Rune, grant him the blessings of undeath..."
It was the last thing he heard before he fell into unconsciousness.
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Witness
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He watches her from a distance, this woman whom he had met barely a week ago. Her fingers trace the windowsill as she gazes out into the night sky of Alma Kinan, eyes filled with self-doubt.
"What's happening to me?" she asks, and jumps slightly when he answers from across the room.
"I've seen it a lot," he says, leaning against the doorway. "It's kind of what I do. Watch heroes blossom, I mean."
She studies him for a moment, then looks away.
"But I'm not," Chris says, sadly, "A hero, that is."
He shakes his head, the faintest of smiles tracing his lips.
"I disagree."
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Notes: "Undeath" shamelessly ripped off from the fake Suikogaiden III posted at Suikosource.
Suikogaiden belongs to Konami, not me, and we can all thank heaven for that.
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Reason
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Nash stumbled back, eyes wide. He automatically went for dagger, but the click of the pistol Zaj was holding stopped him.
Had Zaj really been after his life all these years? Sure, Nash had nearly killed him on his wedding night, but he didn't know Zaj would take it so darn /personally/.
"Why," he demanded, "Why are you doing this? Because I'm a first class citizen? Because I'm a Latkje? Revenge for what happened five years ago?"
"Oh, no," Zaj said. "Don't be ridiculous."
"Then what is it?"
"Remember? You never paid me back that twenty potch I lent you, you cheap bastard."
Nash facefaulted.
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Reason - II
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Nash tensed, blue eyes locked on the dark-haired man sitting at the desk before him.
"How many times do I have to say it? I don't want to fight you," Nash said, voice low and intense. "Is this petty revenge really so instrumental to what you're planning?"
"What on earth are you talking about, Latkje? My reasons for going after you have nothing whatsoever to do with my plans," Zaj said, looking surprised.
Nash blinked. "They're not?"
"Nope."
"Oh." The blonder of the two tilted his head, with a puzzled frown. "Then... what is it?"
"Because you're so much prettier than I am, you poncy sod."
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Comparison
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Nash grit his teeth, biting back the urge to scream.
He had known that he was signing himself up for trouble when he married the old hag. He knew she had a thousand years of emotional baggage, loneliness and True Rune-related issues to work through, and that he could well end up on the receiving end of them. And he had been willing to accept that. But this... this went beyond anything he could have imagined.
"Did you /have/ to get one with so much lace?" he asked.
"Oh, quit whining," said Sierra. "Besides, you look much better than Rean in a dress."
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Undeath
---
He knew that he was dying.
Blood spilled between his fingers, clutching at shredded skin. His mind was hazy; he couldn't think clearly. His own breath sounded harsh and raspy in his ears.
He thought he could see his sister, shyly asking him to brush her hair. Or his father, lecturing him on the ways in which their politics would shape the world.
But most of all, he thought that he could hear her voice, feel her shaking hands cup his face.
"Blue Moon Rune, grant him the blessings of undeath..."
It was the last thing he heard before he fell into unconsciousness.
---
Witness
---
He watches her from a distance, this woman whom he had met barely a week ago. Her fingers trace the windowsill as she gazes out into the night sky of Alma Kinan, eyes filled with self-doubt.
"What's happening to me?" she asks, and jumps slightly when he answers from across the room.
"I've seen it a lot," he says, leaning against the doorway. "It's kind of what I do. Watch heroes blossom, I mean."
She studies him for a moment, then looks away.
"But I'm not," Chris says, sadly, "A hero, that is."
He shakes his head, the faintest of smiles tracing his lips.
"I disagree."
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Notes: "Undeath" shamelessly ripped off from the fake Suikogaiden III posted at Suikosource.
