The Holy Kingdom: I
By Dark Flower
Disclaimer: To point out the obvious, no, I do not own Suikoden or any of its mass amount of characters
Author's Notes: Heh.no reviews. Oh well, I'm having fun writing this fic. Hopefully one day someone will come across it and decide to read it (. After all, I rather like the idea, and what I write is for the enjoyment of others. I figured some ViktorxFlik fans might enjoy this, as well as people who just love those adorable mercenaries. So if you're reading this, good for you!! You should enjoy this story ^^
Viktor and Flik stopped running as the dust path leading into the village was upon them, panting and laughing. Suddenly, their laughter was cut short as the Flik felt something sharp and metal pressed against his neck. Viktor's eyes widened, focused on a child that held the weapon. She was wielding a bow, and the arrow barely grazed Flik's skin.
The younger man became perfectly stiff and held his breath, and Viktor did near the same. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?!" demanded the girl. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her skin was a light brown color. Viktor guessed she was around seven years old.
Flik was about to speak, but the girl interrupted him as he felt the pressure on his neck lighten. "Wait...you aren't ironheads, are you? Well, that's good at least. Still, we can't trust you. The spirits can't pick up a lot about you. Are you from Chishia Village?" she asked, her voice sounding superior.
Viktor shook his head. "No, we traveled here from the southern country, Dunan. I'm from there, and he's from the Toran Republic, even further south," he said, pointing to Flik. "Now, would you mind putting that bow and arrow down? Little girls shouldn't play with their daddy's weapons," he said ignorantly, sounding very annoyed.
The girl fumed. "I am *not* a little girl, and this is *my* weapon, not my dad's! I've never even heard of those places, I can't let suspicious looking people like you into our village!" she cried, but her outburst had caught the attention of a few villagers.
A man with the same colored skin color as the girl's approached them, his hand on a dagger handle that was carried in a sheath on his bag. Flik went pale, even though the arrow at his neck was lowered as the girl noticed the approaching man.
"Viktor! I know what village this is...we're in the Kayara Clan!" he whispered to Viktor, stepping back to stand beside him. Viktor's peachy skin went as pale as Flik's.
"Uh-oh. You know what that means Flik, we're in the village of Chief Lucia," said the older man nervously. He stopped from saying any more, because the man had finally arrived, standing next to the small girl.
"Who are you, and what business do you have with the Kayara Clan?" asked the man cautiously, his light blonde hair blowing with the breeze. The girl nodded her head, thinking she had some sort of authority.
Flik spoke first. "I am Flik, and this is Viktor. We're mercenaries from the south. We've been traveling through these regions for a while now, and we figured we could restock in the nearest village, and Kayara Village turned out to be the closest," he explained, trying to remain calm.
The man nodded, letting go of his dagger handle. "My name is Jimba," he said slowly. He then turned to the girl. "It's okay, Aila. The spirits say they have good intentions. There's no need to worry about them, so why don't you get home to your mother and father?"
The girl, Aila, tried to protest but Jimba gave her a stern look and she complied. He then turned back to the two men and smiled. "You two have something about you...would you like me to show you around the village?"
Viktor and Flik looked to each other nervously. They both knew that it would be risky to enter the village, after all, it was doubted that Chief Lucia would forget the events of the Dunan Unification War so quickly, or the face of her defeaters.
Jimba noticed the look on their faces. "Its okay, the Kayara Clan welcomes visitors. And as you said, didn't you need to re-stock here?" he said warmly. "And, I'm interested to hear why you two have journeyed here. There's not much in the Grasslands to a southerner."
Flik shook his head vigorously, but Viktor sighed. "Well, I really don't like the idea of returning to an angry Eilie. That girl has a scary aim...and I don't like the idea of Rina clinging to Flik, either," he said, his mouth cringing into a frown. He looked to his companion.
Flik shrugged his shoulders. "As long as we don't get into any trouble, okay?" he said, sounding defeated. Jimba looked to the two men curiously, but didn't question. Flik just laughed nervously as they walked past the entrance and made their way to the home of Jimba.
***
The two guests were politely seated at a large wooden table, and served an unfamiliar drink by a larger woman who they figured must've had some relation to Jimba. She smiled at them warmly. "It isn't often Jimba takes such an interest in foreigners. If he welcomes you, I do too. My name is Luce."
Flik smiled weakly at her. "Thank you, Luce. We're only passing by, though, to pick up some supplies and such. The Kayara Clan's hospitality is very welcoming," he said, though hesitant on speaking the words. The villagers seemed kind, but Flik wasn't too sure he could trust them so easily. He didn't even want to be in the village. Viktor just smiled, his elbows on the table.
Jimba patted Luce's shoulder, signaling for her to leave. They exchanged smiles, and the man took a seat across from Viktor and Flik. He leaned closer to them, examining them closely, the two men seeming taken aback by this. "Hm...you've come this way for an important reason. Are you here because of the future?" This question seemed to be directed at Viktor.
Viktor stared at him with a blank face. "Well, er, um...I don't know what you mean. We've come here because the King sent us, we can't exactly tell you why though, but it might involve the future," he stammered, confused.
Jimba leaned back in his chair. "Well, I must be confusing you. Sorry about that. But....may I see your right hands? Both of you," he asked, sounding uncertain.
Flik looked suspicious. "No offense meant, but why are you so interested in us? We're complete strangers," he said, his eyes narrowing. The Kayaran didn't answer.
Viktor looked to Flik. "Hey, this may seem a little odd, but I don't think he can do any harm by just seeing our hands. Come on Flik, learn to trust a little," he said, flashing a goofy grin. Flik muttered something under his breath, but removed his glove, as did Viktor.
Jimba examined the hands, much to Flik's discomfort. "Well, I guess I was wrong. Than what could I have sensed....?" He muttered to himself. Flik raised an eyebrow, and as Jimba noticed he gave a small laugh. "Sorry, sorry. I get lost in thought sometimes. Can I take you to the Clan Chief?" he asked, his eyes glimmering.
Viktor's mouth dropped. Flik shook his head once again. "No!" he cried, but regretted his outburst, thinking it could seem terribly suspicious. "I meant, no, me and Viktor have to be off soon. We have to restock," he said quickly.
Jimba laughed. "That's not necessary! Wait here, I'll be right back," he said quickly, and left the highly decorated room. Viktor and Flik exchanged glances.
"What do you think he could have been checking our hands for!?" whispered Flik harshly. "Maybe he knows its us, his Chief's enemy from six years ago! I don't like it here, Viktor, everyone seems too welcoming. We should get out of here while we can," he said, expressing his worry.
Viktor just ruffled the younger man's hair and chuckled softly. "You worry too much," was all he said before the Kayaran man entered the room once again, carrying a small traveling bag.
"Here! Now you have everything you need," he said with a smile, throwing the pack. Viktor caught it quickly, shuffling through its contents. There was medicine, extra food, and even two Kayara-styled flasks that were filled. "Come now, I think Chief Lucia would like to meet you."
Flik tried to protest, but Viktor stopped him. "Thanks a lot! Of course we will, we owe ya now," he said, elbowing Flik in the ribs. The younger man bent over in pain, holding himself pathetically.
Jimba smiled gratefully, leading them outside the house. He walked quickly, while Viktor and Flik stalled behind. "Viktor! You idiot, what were you thinking?!" demanded Flik.
Viktor avoided his gaze, but wore a smirk that Flik couldn't help find annoying. "It's a better decision than one you would've made. I can't trust anything to you anymore, Flik. Besides, Jimba said to 'meet' the chief, meaning for the first time. Don't worry, he doesn't know who we are."
Flik's face burned. "You...! You have to keep reminding me of that don't you?! It was a mistake, Viktor, just a mistake..." he whispered harshly, his words trailing off. His companion droned the words out, walking ahead of Flik, his eyes glazing over with pain.
End of Chapter
Well, that was fun to write. I hope this time I get some reviews though, because I'd like to know how I can improve, or what people thinking about the story. Thanks for reading! I really appreciate it ^^
By Dark Flower
Disclaimer: To point out the obvious, no, I do not own Suikoden or any of its mass amount of characters
Author's Notes: Heh.no reviews. Oh well, I'm having fun writing this fic. Hopefully one day someone will come across it and decide to read it (. After all, I rather like the idea, and what I write is for the enjoyment of others. I figured some ViktorxFlik fans might enjoy this, as well as people who just love those adorable mercenaries. So if you're reading this, good for you!! You should enjoy this story ^^
Viktor and Flik stopped running as the dust path leading into the village was upon them, panting and laughing. Suddenly, their laughter was cut short as the Flik felt something sharp and metal pressed against his neck. Viktor's eyes widened, focused on a child that held the weapon. She was wielding a bow, and the arrow barely grazed Flik's skin.
The younger man became perfectly stiff and held his breath, and Viktor did near the same. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?!" demanded the girl. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her skin was a light brown color. Viktor guessed she was around seven years old.
Flik was about to speak, but the girl interrupted him as he felt the pressure on his neck lighten. "Wait...you aren't ironheads, are you? Well, that's good at least. Still, we can't trust you. The spirits can't pick up a lot about you. Are you from Chishia Village?" she asked, her voice sounding superior.
Viktor shook his head. "No, we traveled here from the southern country, Dunan. I'm from there, and he's from the Toran Republic, even further south," he said, pointing to Flik. "Now, would you mind putting that bow and arrow down? Little girls shouldn't play with their daddy's weapons," he said ignorantly, sounding very annoyed.
The girl fumed. "I am *not* a little girl, and this is *my* weapon, not my dad's! I've never even heard of those places, I can't let suspicious looking people like you into our village!" she cried, but her outburst had caught the attention of a few villagers.
A man with the same colored skin color as the girl's approached them, his hand on a dagger handle that was carried in a sheath on his bag. Flik went pale, even though the arrow at his neck was lowered as the girl noticed the approaching man.
"Viktor! I know what village this is...we're in the Kayara Clan!" he whispered to Viktor, stepping back to stand beside him. Viktor's peachy skin went as pale as Flik's.
"Uh-oh. You know what that means Flik, we're in the village of Chief Lucia," said the older man nervously. He stopped from saying any more, because the man had finally arrived, standing next to the small girl.
"Who are you, and what business do you have with the Kayara Clan?" asked the man cautiously, his light blonde hair blowing with the breeze. The girl nodded her head, thinking she had some sort of authority.
Flik spoke first. "I am Flik, and this is Viktor. We're mercenaries from the south. We've been traveling through these regions for a while now, and we figured we could restock in the nearest village, and Kayara Village turned out to be the closest," he explained, trying to remain calm.
The man nodded, letting go of his dagger handle. "My name is Jimba," he said slowly. He then turned to the girl. "It's okay, Aila. The spirits say they have good intentions. There's no need to worry about them, so why don't you get home to your mother and father?"
The girl, Aila, tried to protest but Jimba gave her a stern look and she complied. He then turned back to the two men and smiled. "You two have something about you...would you like me to show you around the village?"
Viktor and Flik looked to each other nervously. They both knew that it would be risky to enter the village, after all, it was doubted that Chief Lucia would forget the events of the Dunan Unification War so quickly, or the face of her defeaters.
Jimba noticed the look on their faces. "Its okay, the Kayara Clan welcomes visitors. And as you said, didn't you need to re-stock here?" he said warmly. "And, I'm interested to hear why you two have journeyed here. There's not much in the Grasslands to a southerner."
Flik shook his head vigorously, but Viktor sighed. "Well, I really don't like the idea of returning to an angry Eilie. That girl has a scary aim...and I don't like the idea of Rina clinging to Flik, either," he said, his mouth cringing into a frown. He looked to his companion.
Flik shrugged his shoulders. "As long as we don't get into any trouble, okay?" he said, sounding defeated. Jimba looked to the two men curiously, but didn't question. Flik just laughed nervously as they walked past the entrance and made their way to the home of Jimba.
***
The two guests were politely seated at a large wooden table, and served an unfamiliar drink by a larger woman who they figured must've had some relation to Jimba. She smiled at them warmly. "It isn't often Jimba takes such an interest in foreigners. If he welcomes you, I do too. My name is Luce."
Flik smiled weakly at her. "Thank you, Luce. We're only passing by, though, to pick up some supplies and such. The Kayara Clan's hospitality is very welcoming," he said, though hesitant on speaking the words. The villagers seemed kind, but Flik wasn't too sure he could trust them so easily. He didn't even want to be in the village. Viktor just smiled, his elbows on the table.
Jimba patted Luce's shoulder, signaling for her to leave. They exchanged smiles, and the man took a seat across from Viktor and Flik. He leaned closer to them, examining them closely, the two men seeming taken aback by this. "Hm...you've come this way for an important reason. Are you here because of the future?" This question seemed to be directed at Viktor.
Viktor stared at him with a blank face. "Well, er, um...I don't know what you mean. We've come here because the King sent us, we can't exactly tell you why though, but it might involve the future," he stammered, confused.
Jimba leaned back in his chair. "Well, I must be confusing you. Sorry about that. But....may I see your right hands? Both of you," he asked, sounding uncertain.
Flik looked suspicious. "No offense meant, but why are you so interested in us? We're complete strangers," he said, his eyes narrowing. The Kayaran didn't answer.
Viktor looked to Flik. "Hey, this may seem a little odd, but I don't think he can do any harm by just seeing our hands. Come on Flik, learn to trust a little," he said, flashing a goofy grin. Flik muttered something under his breath, but removed his glove, as did Viktor.
Jimba examined the hands, much to Flik's discomfort. "Well, I guess I was wrong. Than what could I have sensed....?" He muttered to himself. Flik raised an eyebrow, and as Jimba noticed he gave a small laugh. "Sorry, sorry. I get lost in thought sometimes. Can I take you to the Clan Chief?" he asked, his eyes glimmering.
Viktor's mouth dropped. Flik shook his head once again. "No!" he cried, but regretted his outburst, thinking it could seem terribly suspicious. "I meant, no, me and Viktor have to be off soon. We have to restock," he said quickly.
Jimba laughed. "That's not necessary! Wait here, I'll be right back," he said quickly, and left the highly decorated room. Viktor and Flik exchanged glances.
"What do you think he could have been checking our hands for!?" whispered Flik harshly. "Maybe he knows its us, his Chief's enemy from six years ago! I don't like it here, Viktor, everyone seems too welcoming. We should get out of here while we can," he said, expressing his worry.
Viktor just ruffled the younger man's hair and chuckled softly. "You worry too much," was all he said before the Kayaran man entered the room once again, carrying a small traveling bag.
"Here! Now you have everything you need," he said with a smile, throwing the pack. Viktor caught it quickly, shuffling through its contents. There was medicine, extra food, and even two Kayara-styled flasks that were filled. "Come now, I think Chief Lucia would like to meet you."
Flik tried to protest, but Viktor stopped him. "Thanks a lot! Of course we will, we owe ya now," he said, elbowing Flik in the ribs. The younger man bent over in pain, holding himself pathetically.
Jimba smiled gratefully, leading them outside the house. He walked quickly, while Viktor and Flik stalled behind. "Viktor! You idiot, what were you thinking?!" demanded Flik.
Viktor avoided his gaze, but wore a smirk that Flik couldn't help find annoying. "It's a better decision than one you would've made. I can't trust anything to you anymore, Flik. Besides, Jimba said to 'meet' the chief, meaning for the first time. Don't worry, he doesn't know who we are."
Flik's face burned. "You...! You have to keep reminding me of that don't you?! It was a mistake, Viktor, just a mistake..." he whispered harshly, his words trailing off. His companion droned the words out, walking ahead of Flik, his eyes glazing over with pain.
End of Chapter
Well, that was fun to write. I hope this time I get some reviews though, because I'd like to know how I can improve, or what people thinking about the story. Thanks for reading! I really appreciate it ^^