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: As I started a new file last night on Suikoden III (this time planning on either Chris or Geddoe as FC) I realized the correct spelling was Karaya, not Kayara. Sorry for that ^^ Oh, and also there's more "romance" in this chapter than the previous chapters by far. Heehee, romance...
The three men stood outside a Karayan hut that seemed to be noticeably larger than all of the others. "This is the home of our honorable chief, Lucia," said Jimba proudly. "Did you know that the Karaya clan wasn't even aware of messengers from the southern countries? Its good to finally see some allies with all these border skirmishes between us and Zexen. You don't have to say its 'secret' business anymore, I've figured it out."
Flik let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, so that's what this is about?" he asked aloud. Viktor glared at him. "Oh! I mean, it's just that it seemed like we were some sort of trouble, being taken to the Chief and all."
Jimba laughed. "No, of course not. We couldn't treat guests with such disrespect. Now, come, she won't mind." Viktor and Flik nervously followed the Karayan man into the room, highly decorated like his own home.
A still youthful Lucia sat cross-legged on the floor with a tiny boy next to her, who had black hair, strange for Karayans. Another man sat with them, his face scarred and war torn. Viktor and Flik watched them curiously, although having a cringing feeling in their stomach because of nervousness.
"Just listen really hard, Hugo. Can you hear the Earth spirits surrounding us?" asked Lucia softly. The boy, Hugo, shut his eyes tightly and shook his head almost immediately. The man with them laughed, and Lucia smiled at him.
Jimba cleared his throat, gaining their attention. Lucia turned her attention from her son to the man who had just entered the house. "We have representative from the southern countries here, Chief Lucia," he said quickly, then went passed the "door" again.
Both Lucia and the man with her stood up, while Hugo remained sitting and looked up at the mercenaries curiously. "Really? From what southern countries, may I ask?" Lucia asked the two men slyly.
Flik tried to speak, but couldn't find his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I-I come f-from the Toran Republic," he stammered quickly.
The man standing next to Lucia grabbed his dagger and held it to Viktor's throat. Viktor tried to struggle but the pressure on his neck only increased. He clenched his fists but could do nothing. "Are you lying, boy?" the man asked Flik.
Flik gritted his teeth, but his face was pale with worry. He did not want to lose Viktor, especially like this. "Let him go, he didn't do anything!!" he cried, his hand on his sheath.
The man smirked, but before he had a chance to make that one swipe that could end Viktor's life, Lucia stopped him. "Beecham! Stop this at once!" cried the chief, hauling the man away from them.
Beecham stumbled away, surprised by Lucia's outburst. His eyes were inflicted with rage, but the clan chief gave him a quick glance with the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Immediately the man's face eased, and he smiled. Viktor and Flik looked to each other in suspicion.
The beautiful Lucia approached Viktor slowly, taking one of her ginger fingers and trailing it along his prominent cheekbones, then lead it to his broad chin where she stopped. Viktor swallowed heavily, hearing his pounding heartbeats. Flik's fists were clenched, but he did not dare lay his hand upon the woman.
Chief Lucia's deep lavender eyes flashed as she locked them with the forest green of Viktor's. "I think I remember you," she purred in a seductive voice. "You were really strong and muscular...you haven't aged a bit, you know." She stroked Viktor's arms, though his cloak shielded them from view.
Flik's crystal blue eyes had gone wide and more intense than usual. His shaking hand was on his sword handle, but his eyes remained on the older man. Viktor looked pleadingly to Flik, then to the earthen floor of the hut. "Look lady, I'm not interested in women. Can we just leave?" he mumbled, his words barely audible.
Lucia made a whimpering sound, but let out a laugh immediately after. "Not interested in *women*?! Then who might you be interested in, big tough mercenary of Dunan? Surely not another man!" she asked innocently, turning to Flik, her back now facing Viktor, who's face burned red.
"How about you, of course you like women, right?" asked Lucia, her eyes shimmering with mocking plea. Beecham let out a muffled laugh at Viktor's raging eyes. Flik's mouth dropped open as the beautiful woman pressed her slender hands on his chest, leaning in towards him slowly.
Finally, Lucia pushed Flik away from her, and reached to a table beside her to retrieve her deadly whip, which had been unseen to the visiting mercenaries. The little boy, Hugo, backed away from them, still watching in interest. Beecham took his place beside his chief, his dagger now drawn, with a smirk upon his face.
"I cannot belive you were as foolish to come to this tribe!" hissed Lucia. "Now, leave here, and never return to the Karaya Clan!!" she drew her whip into the air, and with that, Viktor and Flik ran as fast as they could out of the clan chief's home.
Beecham chuckled slightly as he put his arm around Lucia. "You're an excellent actor, my chief," he said quietly. Lucia nodded her head and smiled to herself, chuckling softly.
***
As the cloth that substituted the door flew out of their way, Viktor and Flik had no hesitation to stop running as Jimba tried to catch their attention. The Karayan had waited outside the hut eagerly, but seemingly had droned out the conversations from within. "Viktor, Flik, please wait! What's the hurry?! Come back!" he cried, but the mercenaries paid him no heed.
Viktor and Flik continued running out of Karaya Village and on to the nameless plains beyond, a mountain range ahead coming into view. A gathering of rocks looked suitable enough for them to rest, and finally the two stopped their running.
Panting and sweaty, Viktor and Flik remained silent for only a few moments before Viktor spoke. "That was horrible," he whispered. The younger man did not look at him, remaining silent. "Seeing that brought back everything...all the memories that I had blocked out. It was all so familiar; a beautiful woman all over you, you doing nothing, but at least the circumstances were different this time."
As Flik's breathing slowed down, Viktor adverted his cold stare. "It didn't only bring memories back to you. You torture me with that," he said, standing up, looming over Viktor in an intimidating way.
Viktor gazed up at him, a wicked grin on his face. He stood up, surpassing Flik's height easily. His expression suddenly became very serious. "The torture of the reminder is nowhere near the pain of what you caused me, Flik. I know you're sorry but I have to make sure...make sure that it will never happen again."
Flik's arm reached out from under his dark cloak, his gloved fingers tracing Viktor's pinkish scar than ran down his upper cheek. Flik smiled enticingly, pressing himself against the taller man harshly. "You have no worries," he said softly. A grin spread across Viktor's face, seeming at ease. "I love you."
"You hardly say that anymore, you know," whispered the older man, his normally harsh voice softening dramatically. His strong arms circled around Flik's small waist, he too pressing against the other man.
Flik's lips seemed like a burning fire as Viktor came closer, his lips softly brushing against the older mercenary. Flik suddenly thrust his tongue in Viktor's mouth, searching through it hungrily.
Viktor pulled away, chuckling slightly. "Feeling rather excited, are you?" he asked, feeling Flik harden as the pressure against his waist increased. Viktor smiled slightly, looking into Flik's bright eyes as he caressed the younger man's length with his thumbs.
A slight tint of red clouded Flik's pale skin, but he smiled at Viktor's soft expression and his touch. The younger looked to the sky, then closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh. "Its been so long, Viktor...much too long. We haven't done something like this since we first left..." he said softly.
Viktor slid his hands down Flik's tight black pants, quickly sliding his hands back and forth over Flik's hardened member, a quirky smile on his face. "I can see you've been eager," he said with a small laugh, quickening the pace of his hands, Flik letting out a small moan.
"Mmm," agreed Flik half mindedly, his body heated beyond his own belief, his member throbbing. "Shouldn't we be going?" he mumbled under his breath, surprised at his own suggestion.
Viktor withdrew his hands, laughing. "Bah, you're no fun, Flik! But don't worry, as soon as we get to a suitable inn, I'll have you then. You've been warned," he said playfully, his gruff voice returning.
Flik's complexion was flushed, but he managed a smile and a nod. He looked to the mountains that were beyond, and realized they were nearing Harmonia. "Those mountains...they lead to Caleria, right?" he asked, still feeling rather dizzy.
Viktor followed Flik's gaze, and nodded his head. "Yes, that's our route. I guess you're right, we should be going," he said with a defeated sigh. His companion smiled and gave a small nod, and the mercenaries were off again.
End of Chapter
Well, another chapter done! Sorry for the delay on this one, I had to get it right. Anyway, I don't think anything too explicit is in here, but if so I might have to boost up the rating to R. And if you're wondering, don't worry, Viktor and Flik's mission from King Riou will be "revealed," but I'm sure that if you read "Beyond the Rainy Days" you would have a better idea of what it might be. Thank you so much for reading, and I would like a review if possible ^.~
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: As I started a new file last night on Suikoden III (this time planning on either Chris or Geddoe as FC) I realized the correct spelling was Karaya, not Kayara. Sorry for that ^^ Oh, and also there's more "romance" in this chapter than the previous chapters by far. Heehee, romance...
The three men stood outside a Karayan hut that seemed to be noticeably larger than all of the others. "This is the home of our honorable chief, Lucia," said Jimba proudly. "Did you know that the Karaya clan wasn't even aware of messengers from the southern countries? Its good to finally see some allies with all these border skirmishes between us and Zexen. You don't have to say its 'secret' business anymore, I've figured it out."
Flik let out a relieved sigh. "Oh, so that's what this is about?" he asked aloud. Viktor glared at him. "Oh! I mean, it's just that it seemed like we were some sort of trouble, being taken to the Chief and all."
Jimba laughed. "No, of course not. We couldn't treat guests with such disrespect. Now, come, she won't mind." Viktor and Flik nervously followed the Karayan man into the room, highly decorated like his own home.
A still youthful Lucia sat cross-legged on the floor with a tiny boy next to her, who had black hair, strange for Karayans. Another man sat with them, his face scarred and war torn. Viktor and Flik watched them curiously, although having a cringing feeling in their stomach because of nervousness.
"Just listen really hard, Hugo. Can you hear the Earth spirits surrounding us?" asked Lucia softly. The boy, Hugo, shut his eyes tightly and shook his head almost immediately. The man with them laughed, and Lucia smiled at him.
Jimba cleared his throat, gaining their attention. Lucia turned her attention from her son to the man who had just entered the house. "We have representative from the southern countries here, Chief Lucia," he said quickly, then went passed the "door" again.
Both Lucia and the man with her stood up, while Hugo remained sitting and looked up at the mercenaries curiously. "Really? From what southern countries, may I ask?" Lucia asked the two men slyly.
Flik tried to speak, but couldn't find his voice. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I-I come f-from the Toran Republic," he stammered quickly.
The man standing next to Lucia grabbed his dagger and held it to Viktor's throat. Viktor tried to struggle but the pressure on his neck only increased. He clenched his fists but could do nothing. "Are you lying, boy?" the man asked Flik.
Flik gritted his teeth, but his face was pale with worry. He did not want to lose Viktor, especially like this. "Let him go, he didn't do anything!!" he cried, his hand on his sheath.
The man smirked, but before he had a chance to make that one swipe that could end Viktor's life, Lucia stopped him. "Beecham! Stop this at once!" cried the chief, hauling the man away from them.
Beecham stumbled away, surprised by Lucia's outburst. His eyes were inflicted with rage, but the clan chief gave him a quick glance with the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Immediately the man's face eased, and he smiled. Viktor and Flik looked to each other in suspicion.
The beautiful Lucia approached Viktor slowly, taking one of her ginger fingers and trailing it along his prominent cheekbones, then lead it to his broad chin where she stopped. Viktor swallowed heavily, hearing his pounding heartbeats. Flik's fists were clenched, but he did not dare lay his hand upon the woman.
Chief Lucia's deep lavender eyes flashed as she locked them with the forest green of Viktor's. "I think I remember you," she purred in a seductive voice. "You were really strong and muscular...you haven't aged a bit, you know." She stroked Viktor's arms, though his cloak shielded them from view.
Flik's crystal blue eyes had gone wide and more intense than usual. His shaking hand was on his sword handle, but his eyes remained on the older man. Viktor looked pleadingly to Flik, then to the earthen floor of the hut. "Look lady, I'm not interested in women. Can we just leave?" he mumbled, his words barely audible.
Lucia made a whimpering sound, but let out a laugh immediately after. "Not interested in *women*?! Then who might you be interested in, big tough mercenary of Dunan? Surely not another man!" she asked innocently, turning to Flik, her back now facing Viktor, who's face burned red.
"How about you, of course you like women, right?" asked Lucia, her eyes shimmering with mocking plea. Beecham let out a muffled laugh at Viktor's raging eyes. Flik's mouth dropped open as the beautiful woman pressed her slender hands on his chest, leaning in towards him slowly.
Finally, Lucia pushed Flik away from her, and reached to a table beside her to retrieve her deadly whip, which had been unseen to the visiting mercenaries. The little boy, Hugo, backed away from them, still watching in interest. Beecham took his place beside his chief, his dagger now drawn, with a smirk upon his face.
"I cannot belive you were as foolish to come to this tribe!" hissed Lucia. "Now, leave here, and never return to the Karaya Clan!!" she drew her whip into the air, and with that, Viktor and Flik ran as fast as they could out of the clan chief's home.
Beecham chuckled slightly as he put his arm around Lucia. "You're an excellent actor, my chief," he said quietly. Lucia nodded her head and smiled to herself, chuckling softly.
***
As the cloth that substituted the door flew out of their way, Viktor and Flik had no hesitation to stop running as Jimba tried to catch their attention. The Karayan had waited outside the hut eagerly, but seemingly had droned out the conversations from within. "Viktor, Flik, please wait! What's the hurry?! Come back!" he cried, but the mercenaries paid him no heed.
Viktor and Flik continued running out of Karaya Village and on to the nameless plains beyond, a mountain range ahead coming into view. A gathering of rocks looked suitable enough for them to rest, and finally the two stopped their running.
Panting and sweaty, Viktor and Flik remained silent for only a few moments before Viktor spoke. "That was horrible," he whispered. The younger man did not look at him, remaining silent. "Seeing that brought back everything...all the memories that I had blocked out. It was all so familiar; a beautiful woman all over you, you doing nothing, but at least the circumstances were different this time."
As Flik's breathing slowed down, Viktor adverted his cold stare. "It didn't only bring memories back to you. You torture me with that," he said, standing up, looming over Viktor in an intimidating way.
Viktor gazed up at him, a wicked grin on his face. He stood up, surpassing Flik's height easily. His expression suddenly became very serious. "The torture of the reminder is nowhere near the pain of what you caused me, Flik. I know you're sorry but I have to make sure...make sure that it will never happen again."
Flik's arm reached out from under his dark cloak, his gloved fingers tracing Viktor's pinkish scar than ran down his upper cheek. Flik smiled enticingly, pressing himself against the taller man harshly. "You have no worries," he said softly. A grin spread across Viktor's face, seeming at ease. "I love you."
"You hardly say that anymore, you know," whispered the older man, his normally harsh voice softening dramatically. His strong arms circled around Flik's small waist, he too pressing against the other man.
Flik's lips seemed like a burning fire as Viktor came closer, his lips softly brushing against the older mercenary. Flik suddenly thrust his tongue in Viktor's mouth, searching through it hungrily.
Viktor pulled away, chuckling slightly. "Feeling rather excited, are you?" he asked, feeling Flik harden as the pressure against his waist increased. Viktor smiled slightly, looking into Flik's bright eyes as he caressed the younger man's length with his thumbs.
A slight tint of red clouded Flik's pale skin, but he smiled at Viktor's soft expression and his touch. The younger looked to the sky, then closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh. "Its been so long, Viktor...much too long. We haven't done something like this since we first left..." he said softly.
Viktor slid his hands down Flik's tight black pants, quickly sliding his hands back and forth over Flik's hardened member, a quirky smile on his face. "I can see you've been eager," he said with a small laugh, quickening the pace of his hands, Flik letting out a small moan.
"Mmm," agreed Flik half mindedly, his body heated beyond his own belief, his member throbbing. "Shouldn't we be going?" he mumbled under his breath, surprised at his own suggestion.
Viktor withdrew his hands, laughing. "Bah, you're no fun, Flik! But don't worry, as soon as we get to a suitable inn, I'll have you then. You've been warned," he said playfully, his gruff voice returning.
Flik's complexion was flushed, but he managed a smile and a nod. He looked to the mountains that were beyond, and realized they were nearing Harmonia. "Those mountains...they lead to Caleria, right?" he asked, still feeling rather dizzy.
Viktor followed Flik's gaze, and nodded his head. "Yes, that's our route. I guess you're right, we should be going," he said with a defeated sigh. His companion smiled and gave a small nod, and the mercenaries were off again.
End of Chapter
Well, another chapter done! Sorry for the delay on this one, I had to get it right. Anyway, I don't think anything too explicit is in here, but if so I might have to boost up the rating to R. And if you're wondering, don't worry, Viktor and Flik's mission from King Riou will be "revealed," but I'm sure that if you read "Beyond the Rainy Days" you would have a better idea of what it might be. Thank you so much for reading, and I would like a review if possible ^.~