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: Thank you all very kindly for reviewing! You are the fuel that keeps me going ^^ Oh, and the Suikoden II fandom is dying, please, someone help it before it's too late!!
Viktor's eyes widened at the sight of the mountain. The slope was steep and seemed to go on into the sky, and there was no visible end to the path that lay ahead. The burly man sighed, burying his face into his gloved hand. "Please, no..." he whispered with a groan.
Flik laughed, keeping his bright blue eyes to the path ahead. "Don't worry, Viktor. I think your still in shape, well...enough so that we can at least cross this mountain. I hear mercenaries travel up and down this thing all the time to get to Caleria," he said with a reassuring pat to Viktor's broad back.
Viktor flashed a grin, nodding his head, his dark coal colored hair bobbing with the movement. "Let's make this interesting, at least," he said slyly. Flik raised an eyebrow. Still grinning, the larger man continued. "A bet is in order here. If I can carry you on my back until we reach Caleria, I can do *whatever* I want to you."
Flik smiled. "How bad could that be? You usually just do that anyways," he said, doubting Viktor's capability of finding something new to do that could make him squirm.
Viktor chuckled. "I don't think you know what I mean! If I can't make it to Caleria, then you can...um, just do whatever the hell you want. Do we have a bet?" he asked, a goofy grin plastered across his face that Flik couldn't help be irritated by.
Flik sighed, and without a moment's hesitation, shook his companion's outstretched hand. "Now, hop on, Blue Boy!" Viktor bellowed loudly.
***
"C'mon, you're still not tired? You know you want to give those legs of yours a rest. The mountain just keeps on getting steeper and steeper, doesn't it? I say that it'll take a week to get to Caleria by this pace..." said Flik with the wickedest of grins on his delicate face, his legs circled around Viktor's waist from behind. His hands gripped the older man's broad shoulders.
Viktor's chiseled features were soaked with sweat, beads of it dripping down his face. His hair too was soaked, right down to the last jagged tip, reaching his shoulders. His strong chest heaved, his breathing was a struggle and his muscular legs were getting the workout of a lifetime. His eyes were set in determination nonetheless, his step never faltering from the steady pace he had developed.
"Shut-up right now, Flik," he said with effort. "We've- sorry, I've- been walking up this danmed mountain path for days now, and I won't give up yet. We're almost in Caleria, I can feel it in my bones," he grunted out in gasps. Flik merely grunted in return.
On their way up the huge mountains, they had passed many forks in the road. They had already passed the twin paths that led to Le Buque and Caleria, and had veered to the right, drawing even closer to their destination. They had stopped to set up camp at various locations, sleeping the same way they had walked. It left no room for comfort or pleasure, but a bet was a bet.
Viktor gave a raspy laugh, turning his head to look into Flik's eyes. "We're heading downhill now. We're almost there-" suddenly he stopped himself as he felt Flik tense. Turning his head once again, he too tensed as a three-headed monster stood in front of them.
"Where t-the hell did he c-come from?!" stammered Flik angrily. The grip around Viktor's waist increased as Flik's legs tightened. He was about to reach for Odessa, his faithful sword, but suddenly an idea crossed his mind. "Viktor, I'm afraid I can't use my sword with me on your back like this," he said, trying to sound innocent, smoothing back his messy blonde hair.
Viktor gritted his teeth as he struggled to pull the Star Dragon Sword from its sheath. "Please, Flik, you've got to be kidding," he grunted, managing to thrust his sword into the large monster's right head, though no immediate effect seemed to occur.
A wailing scream of agony came from the monster as it's right head was sliced cleanly off, blood spraying onto the two mercenaries. Viktor's muscles throbbed at the increased effort, his anger started to build. "Flik, stop being so childish and help out! I can't beat this thing on my own!" he called out angrily.
As soon as the words were said, the left head of the beast headed straight towards the two men. The impact left the two men on the ground, some twenty feet away. Nonetheless, Flik clung onto Viktor tightly, the larger man's weight now on him.
"Get up, you bear!!" Flik hissed into his ear. Viktor put his hands to the ground, lifting both the weight of Flik and himself. He grumbled something that Flik couldn't hear, and threw his sword to the ground.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" demanded the sword angrily. "You can't just discard me like a useless piece of junk! I am your superior, I am the mighty Star Dragon Sword!"
Flik dug his heels into Viktor's stomach. "You know what, for once I actually agree with that danmed sword! What in hell are you doing?!" he asked, rage evident in his voice.
The older mercenary laughed. "I fought on my own. Now its your turn," he said, sounding more than a little dazed. Flik growled, and tried to think. The monster was large, and even though it was approaching them, it was incredibly slow, and seemed to be stupid.
Flik smiled to himself. "I can outdo even your fighting techniques, Viktor," he said slyly, raising his left hand into the air, his eyes closed. He began chanting something that could not be understood. In almost an instant, the skies were flooded with dark clouds. Blue lightning crashed into the monster, turning it into nothing but charred remains.
Viktor smiled. "Very good, Flik. Very good indeed," was all he said as he tiredly bent down to pick up the Star Dragon Sword. With an approving sound, the sword was back in the sheath as its owner continued his way to Caleria, stumbling as he went.
***
"See? I told you I could do it," said Viktor tiredly, thrusting his body sideways, Flik's loose grip failing as he fell to the dusty ground. Viktor sat next to him, yawning and stretching. "We're officially in Harmonia now. Still got a long way to go."
Flik rubbed his behind lazily. "Ow, that hurt you know," he said, still tired despite his lack of walking. Suddenly, realization hit him. He groaned. "What do you have in store for me tonight, Viktor?" he asked, pretending to be reluctant.
With a goofy grin, Viktor turned to his companion. "Not what you're expecting, I can tell you that much." Flik frowned at him, crossing his arms.
They spent the remainder of the day looking at merchandise that vendors advertised, as well as once again re-stocking their supplies. By the time the sun had set, Flik began to dread what Viktor had planned. When the streets were deserted and the moon shone brightly, he two men stood in front of the inn, Flik looking to his companion expectantly.
Viktor opened the door to the inn. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he said, sounding very serious. Flik nodded his head slowly. When Viktor came back, his arms were full.
Flik's wide eyes told all as Viktor took a large peg, hammering it into the ground. He fastened a metal clamp around it, then tied a rope to a hook that was part of the clamp. He then fastened a matching metal clamp to Flik's neck, and attached the rope to it. He smiled at his work.
Flik, who had not protested, looked to him skeptically. "We're going to do this outside?" he asked mockingly, a small smile on his face. Viktor laughed and shook his head.
"Like I said, its nothing you thought it would be," Viktor said, grinning. "Take off all your clothes, except your bandanna and cape. Leave on your undergarments if you want to," he commanded next.
Flik complied quickly, and soon his cloak, boots, and the rest of his clothes were in Viktor's arms. The older man dropped the clothing to the ground and, taking yet another rope, bounded the younger man's hands. "This is where you will sleep for tonight. I have a room right above here, so I can watch you before I go to sleep. I'll probably wake up around...let's say around noon," he said with a wicked grin.
Flik's face dropped. He wrapped his cape around himself protectively. A shiver ran through his body as the wind began to pick up. "That's not fair, Viktor!! That's just plain cruel!" he cried.
Viktor smiled. "You're so spoiled, you know. I did this because I would really enjoy watching it," he said, turning to enter the inn. "A bet's a bet!" he said with a laugh, waving his hand.
Once Viktor had gone, Flik was left alone. He clenched his fist, wishing he had his gloves. "I'm gonna get you for this Viktor, and I swear my life on it."
End of Chapter Thanks everyone for reading this, it means a lot!!
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: Thank you all very kindly for reviewing! You are the fuel that keeps me going ^^ Oh, and the Suikoden II fandom is dying, please, someone help it before it's too late!!
Viktor's eyes widened at the sight of the mountain. The slope was steep and seemed to go on into the sky, and there was no visible end to the path that lay ahead. The burly man sighed, burying his face into his gloved hand. "Please, no..." he whispered with a groan.
Flik laughed, keeping his bright blue eyes to the path ahead. "Don't worry, Viktor. I think your still in shape, well...enough so that we can at least cross this mountain. I hear mercenaries travel up and down this thing all the time to get to Caleria," he said with a reassuring pat to Viktor's broad back.
Viktor flashed a grin, nodding his head, his dark coal colored hair bobbing with the movement. "Let's make this interesting, at least," he said slyly. Flik raised an eyebrow. Still grinning, the larger man continued. "A bet is in order here. If I can carry you on my back until we reach Caleria, I can do *whatever* I want to you."
Flik smiled. "How bad could that be? You usually just do that anyways," he said, doubting Viktor's capability of finding something new to do that could make him squirm.
Viktor chuckled. "I don't think you know what I mean! If I can't make it to Caleria, then you can...um, just do whatever the hell you want. Do we have a bet?" he asked, a goofy grin plastered across his face that Flik couldn't help be irritated by.
Flik sighed, and without a moment's hesitation, shook his companion's outstretched hand. "Now, hop on, Blue Boy!" Viktor bellowed loudly.
***
"C'mon, you're still not tired? You know you want to give those legs of yours a rest. The mountain just keeps on getting steeper and steeper, doesn't it? I say that it'll take a week to get to Caleria by this pace..." said Flik with the wickedest of grins on his delicate face, his legs circled around Viktor's waist from behind. His hands gripped the older man's broad shoulders.
Viktor's chiseled features were soaked with sweat, beads of it dripping down his face. His hair too was soaked, right down to the last jagged tip, reaching his shoulders. His strong chest heaved, his breathing was a struggle and his muscular legs were getting the workout of a lifetime. His eyes were set in determination nonetheless, his step never faltering from the steady pace he had developed.
"Shut-up right now, Flik," he said with effort. "We've- sorry, I've- been walking up this danmed mountain path for days now, and I won't give up yet. We're almost in Caleria, I can feel it in my bones," he grunted out in gasps. Flik merely grunted in return.
On their way up the huge mountains, they had passed many forks in the road. They had already passed the twin paths that led to Le Buque and Caleria, and had veered to the right, drawing even closer to their destination. They had stopped to set up camp at various locations, sleeping the same way they had walked. It left no room for comfort or pleasure, but a bet was a bet.
Viktor gave a raspy laugh, turning his head to look into Flik's eyes. "We're heading downhill now. We're almost there-" suddenly he stopped himself as he felt Flik tense. Turning his head once again, he too tensed as a three-headed monster stood in front of them.
"Where t-the hell did he c-come from?!" stammered Flik angrily. The grip around Viktor's waist increased as Flik's legs tightened. He was about to reach for Odessa, his faithful sword, but suddenly an idea crossed his mind. "Viktor, I'm afraid I can't use my sword with me on your back like this," he said, trying to sound innocent, smoothing back his messy blonde hair.
Viktor gritted his teeth as he struggled to pull the Star Dragon Sword from its sheath. "Please, Flik, you've got to be kidding," he grunted, managing to thrust his sword into the large monster's right head, though no immediate effect seemed to occur.
A wailing scream of agony came from the monster as it's right head was sliced cleanly off, blood spraying onto the two mercenaries. Viktor's muscles throbbed at the increased effort, his anger started to build. "Flik, stop being so childish and help out! I can't beat this thing on my own!" he called out angrily.
As soon as the words were said, the left head of the beast headed straight towards the two men. The impact left the two men on the ground, some twenty feet away. Nonetheless, Flik clung onto Viktor tightly, the larger man's weight now on him.
"Get up, you bear!!" Flik hissed into his ear. Viktor put his hands to the ground, lifting both the weight of Flik and himself. He grumbled something that Flik couldn't hear, and threw his sword to the ground.
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?!" demanded the sword angrily. "You can't just discard me like a useless piece of junk! I am your superior, I am the mighty Star Dragon Sword!"
Flik dug his heels into Viktor's stomach. "You know what, for once I actually agree with that danmed sword! What in hell are you doing?!" he asked, rage evident in his voice.
The older mercenary laughed. "I fought on my own. Now its your turn," he said, sounding more than a little dazed. Flik growled, and tried to think. The monster was large, and even though it was approaching them, it was incredibly slow, and seemed to be stupid.
Flik smiled to himself. "I can outdo even your fighting techniques, Viktor," he said slyly, raising his left hand into the air, his eyes closed. He began chanting something that could not be understood. In almost an instant, the skies were flooded with dark clouds. Blue lightning crashed into the monster, turning it into nothing but charred remains.
Viktor smiled. "Very good, Flik. Very good indeed," was all he said as he tiredly bent down to pick up the Star Dragon Sword. With an approving sound, the sword was back in the sheath as its owner continued his way to Caleria, stumbling as he went.
***
"See? I told you I could do it," said Viktor tiredly, thrusting his body sideways, Flik's loose grip failing as he fell to the dusty ground. Viktor sat next to him, yawning and stretching. "We're officially in Harmonia now. Still got a long way to go."
Flik rubbed his behind lazily. "Ow, that hurt you know," he said, still tired despite his lack of walking. Suddenly, realization hit him. He groaned. "What do you have in store for me tonight, Viktor?" he asked, pretending to be reluctant.
With a goofy grin, Viktor turned to his companion. "Not what you're expecting, I can tell you that much." Flik frowned at him, crossing his arms.
They spent the remainder of the day looking at merchandise that vendors advertised, as well as once again re-stocking their supplies. By the time the sun had set, Flik began to dread what Viktor had planned. When the streets were deserted and the moon shone brightly, he two men stood in front of the inn, Flik looking to his companion expectantly.
Viktor opened the door to the inn. "Wait here, I'll be right back," he said, sounding very serious. Flik nodded his head slowly. When Viktor came back, his arms were full.
Flik's wide eyes told all as Viktor took a large peg, hammering it into the ground. He fastened a metal clamp around it, then tied a rope to a hook that was part of the clamp. He then fastened a matching metal clamp to Flik's neck, and attached the rope to it. He smiled at his work.
Flik, who had not protested, looked to him skeptically. "We're going to do this outside?" he asked mockingly, a small smile on his face. Viktor laughed and shook his head.
"Like I said, its nothing you thought it would be," Viktor said, grinning. "Take off all your clothes, except your bandanna and cape. Leave on your undergarments if you want to," he commanded next.
Flik complied quickly, and soon his cloak, boots, and the rest of his clothes were in Viktor's arms. The older man dropped the clothing to the ground and, taking yet another rope, bounded the younger man's hands. "This is where you will sleep for tonight. I have a room right above here, so I can watch you before I go to sleep. I'll probably wake up around...let's say around noon," he said with a wicked grin.
Flik's face dropped. He wrapped his cape around himself protectively. A shiver ran through his body as the wind began to pick up. "That's not fair, Viktor!! That's just plain cruel!" he cried.
Viktor smiled. "You're so spoiled, you know. I did this because I would really enjoy watching it," he said, turning to enter the inn. "A bet's a bet!" he said with a laugh, waving his hand.
Once Viktor had gone, Flik was left alone. He clenched his fist, wishing he had his gloves. "I'm gonna get you for this Viktor, and I swear my life on it."
End of Chapter Thanks everyone for reading this, it means a lot!!