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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Uncanny

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(Well, that certainly wasn't the Beast Rune.)

Nash sighed, straightening and running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. He didn't have time for this - all armadilloids aside, he still had no leads whatsoever as to the object of his mission.

"Uncanny."

He turned, eyes widening at the familiar voice.

"Elza? It couldn't be... is that you?"

"Pretty much." She shrugged, loose blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. Tilted her head, and smirked at her old friend and fellow Guild trainee. "Absolutely uncanny," she repeated.

"What is?"

"Even when you're poking at a mutant gopher, you /still/ look like you're trying to seduce us all."

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Mentor

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He wasn't cut out for this.

Others may have disagreed, as he seemed to infuriate Lady Chris Lightfellow and push all of her buttons even when he wasn't trying to. But there were times when she approached him, asked him for advice, pondered her existence with him as a pair of sympathetic ears.

Like now.

"Have you... ever been through something like this?" she said.

He closed his eyes; snatches of memories, of guilt, of death, of betrayal, of a thousand things better off not seen or heard of - laid just beyond his words' reach.

"Me?" he said, mildly. "I'm just a water traveller."

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Constant

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"So you've been alright." Sierra said. "I'm glad."

"Don't get me wrong. All of this... it's complicated. Lord Sasarai's on the verge of losing his mind." He laughed. "I'm technically breaking my oath to him just by telling you about this."

"I see..."

He considered his next words. "Lovely ladies here, though. One who bears a striking resemblence to you, actually, though not half so brash, ill-mannered, and guilty of statutory rape."

Pause.

"You go to hell, Nash. You go to hell and you die."

He smiled. "Been living it ever since I've married you, dear."

She electrocuted him on the spot.

Some things, he supposed, never changed.

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Payback

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"Tell me what you think of this one," said Sasarai, glancing at his notes. "'If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me?'"

Nash let out a sound somewhere between a whimper and a snarl. "I can't take this any more."

"Stop complaining, Clovis." The bishop's tone was cool. "You /owe/ me."

Nash groaned in frustration. "You've forced me to listen to your awful pick-up lines sixteen times, now! Just this past week!"

Sasarai didn't bat an eyelash. "I have no memory of these events."

"Lord Sasarai...!"

"Now, where we we…?"

Nash turned and slammed his head against the nearest wall.

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Revelation

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She held her breath, eyes widening, staring at the Harmonian boy in disbelief.

"What did you just say?" she asked, voice hushed.

"Uh?" He suddenly looked rather uncomfortable, which was quite a change from the pensive contemplation from only seconds before. "That… I… wouldn't mind becoming a vampire for you...?"

She waved her hand dismissively. "No, no. The part before that."

Nash blinked, his face turning to a bewildered frown. "… that, uh, you're prettier than what Rean was anyway?"

Sierra had to stop her eyes from welling up with tears. "That's the first time anyone's ever said that to me. /Ever/."

Nash could only stare.

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Notes: Formatting on ff.net both bewilders me and makes me cry. But whatever.