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 ever so much again for reviewing and taking the time to read this fic. I truly do appreciate it! I've decided to make this fic about the previous happenings before the High East Rebellion, and the Holy Kingdom II will be about the High East Rebellion itself. If you are confused to what the High East Rebellion is, you can find information about it at suikosource.com, or just continue reading this ^^ Oh, and Jade McDohl, this has a LOT of references to Suikoden III, and a few to Suikogaiden, as well. I'm sorry, but it may be a tad bit confusing considering there are quite a few characters in this from the proceeding game, as well as places.
The gates at the north end of the city of Caleria were absolutely gigantic, and passing through them was no easy task. However, when Viktor, Flik, and the mysterious mercenary, Geddoe, came to the guard he did not even think to question them. It seemed that Geddoe was a familiar face to the Calerians, and his opinion was highly valued. Even though the silent man gave the merchants no more than a nod, they seemed honored that he even looked their way.
When the three mercenaries had passed the large gates, another mountain path lay before them. Flik's face dropped. "Not another one of these..." he groaned, his arms folded.
Viktor laughed. "You're such a baby, Flik! I had to walk up one of these with you're growing gut on my back. If anyone should be allowed to complain, it should be me," he said, pressing his thumb on his chest. "Besides, you didn't take one step up that other path. My legs are still burning."
Geddoe looked to them both, seeming to be surprised. "How did you manage to pass the Harmonian guardian like that?" he asked lowly, looking to Viktor, his tone almost sounding suspicious. "Its almost impossible even with six men."
"You mean that three headed monster?" asked Viktor. Geddoe nodded slowly. Viktor laughed loudly, grinning as he slapped Flik's back. "Why, I am the great Viktor! I can easily slay a weak beast like that, even with this lug on my back."
Flik scoffed. "Don't believe his bragging. I finished that thing off with my Lightning Rune. His sword is nothing compared to my rune. Because, of course, I am Flik of the Blue Lightning," he said, smiling slyly at Viktor. The older man just shrugged it off.
Geddoe stared in disbelief. "You are legends where you come from..." he said to himself quietly. He looked to Flik, who was being tickled viciously by Viktor because of his own bragging. "Let me see your Rune," he said in a sharp tone.
Flik's head looked to him sharply, Viktor stopping his tickling. "My...Rune? Oh, sure," Flik said, confused. He held up his left hand for Geddoe to see the lightning shaped symbol.
The strange man smiled very slightly. "Oh, it's on your left hand. Of course," he said, seemingly to himself. Flik looked to Viktor nervously, but Viktor was just smiling goofily, as always.
They continued on their way, Geddoe walking in front of the other two, Viktor and Flik trailing behind. "Viktor, I think that he knows something we aren't aware of," whispered Flik, grabbing his companion's arm.
Viktor shrugged. "We knows lots of things he probably isn't aware of," he answered half-heartily. His muscular legs were wearing out on him, still tired from the trek the day before last.
By the time night came, they had found a shelter to sleep. It was a rock formation that resembled a cave. They had probably fallen from the higher altitudes of the mountain, and had somehow naturally landed in such a way. A long, thick rock lay on top of three other rocks, resembling walls. There was a space to duck inside of the natural shelter, and the ground was flat.
Viktor, Flik, and Geddoe gathered inside. Geddoe had been gathering pieces of dry wood as they walked, and started a fire with a piece of flint he carried. They sat around it, warming their hands. The shrill wind sounded outside, but Viktor's back blocked it from where he was sitting so that it did not put out the flame.
From his pack, Flik pulled out a flask, as well as some berries and dried meat. They all ate silently, Viktor anxiously waiting for the flask to be opened.
Finally, when Viktor had his drink in hand, the silence was broken. "Where did you come here from?" asked Geddoe, looking at Viktor, who's chin dripped with ale. "You don't wear Grassland garb, and you don't appear to be Zexen, either."
Flik looked to Viktor, his brow furrowed. Geddoe seemed to pay more attention to his companion, and though he had untied Flik, he was probably more interested it meeting the man who had tied him there in the first place.
Viktor didn't notice Flik's sharp blue eyes on him. He was looking to Geddoe, smiling. "We came here from Dunan, to the southeast. We work for King Riou, we even fought in that battle with the old Highland," he said, throwing back his messy black hair.
Geddoe poked the flames with a long stick. "I see. That is pretty impressive," he admitted, not looking to his two traveling companions. "What is this King Riou like? I've heard things about him. He defeated the former king of Highland, Luca Blight. I thought he was invincible."
Viktor hauled the flask away from his mouth, passing it to Flik without even looking to him. He turned back to Geddoe, a distant look in his deep green eyes. "King Riou? He's a quiet kid, only sixteen years old. Of course, in reality he's older than that, but he has one of those True Runes. He's immortal...he's a powerful fighter, and smart. But...I still feel sorry for him. He compares to the son of Teo McDohl, named Tir," he said, looking into Geddoe's eye.
"Ah," whispered Geddoe, returning Viktor's gaze. "A True Rune...do you happen to know anyone else with a True Rune?" he asked, his voice having an unusual tone in it.
Flik grew tired of being excluded from the conversation, and tipped back his head as the ale rushed down his throat. It burned, but he continued drinking as the other two men continued to talk. He disliked the way Geddoe looked at Viktor, even more than being excluded from conversations.
"Yes," answered Viktor, resting his elbow on his knee. "King Riou's close friend, Jowy Blight, holds half of the Rune of Beginning. Tir holds the Rune of Life and Death, Souleater. Millia of the dragon knights holds the Dragon Rune. Lady Leknaat is keeper of the Gate Rune, and Luc holds the Wind Rune. Sierra has the Blue Moon Rune...come to think about it, I know quite a few True Rune holders."
Geddoe seemed baffled. "You know so many cursed people," he whispered, shaking his head. He looked to Viktor, and just a moment to Flik, and opened his mouth. He seemed hesitant to ask or say something, but merely shook his head again. "It's getting late."
The oldest mercenary set up his bedroll, and instantly fell asleep. Viktor sighed, and finally looked to Flik. The younger mercenary had drunk the entire flask, and it now lay empty on the floor. Viktor grinned. "Having a bad day?" he asked, shuffling over to sit beside him.
Flik glared at him. "Why did you tell a stranger...all that stuff?" he asked, his words slurring. His glare remained solid and hard. "W-why do you trust him..." but he stopped and hiccuped, trying to stand up.
Viktor looked to him seriously, pressing on his shoulder to keep him sitting. "Flik..." he whispered. "I'm sorry, it's just that I feel like he can tell us something. He's respected here, maybe we could get our information for King Riou from him," he explained with a small smile.
"Is it that..." asked Flik with a sly grin. "Or do you just want to get in his pants?" he laughed, looking over to the sleeping man. "He s-sure seems to want to...get in yours," he said drunkenly. "We're going to the One Temple because its Bishop Sasarai we need to talk to...not some Harmonian mercenary."
Viktor's face dropped. "Is that what you think?!" he whispered hoarsely. "I think a fellow mercenary would be more willing to tell us what he knows than a danm bishop. At least we wouldn't need to use force with a mercenary. Though I do like the way I deal with government officials," he chuckled, but shook his head, snapping back to the current situation. "You have no reason not to trust me, Flik. I've never done *anything* to you!"
Flik's gaze was cast downwards, but his mouth was turned into a smile. "You s-still can't stop thinking about that one time, can you?" he asked, his voice sounding like a mixture of tiredness and drunkenness. "With me and Rina? I was drunker than you ever were in your entire life when that happened...I keep feeling, like you're gonna get me back or something..." he moaned, rubbing his head.
Viktor cupped his hand around Flik's chin, smiling. "I forgave you for that a long time ago. I love you, Flik, and I would never do anything to hurt you. I know its hard for you to trust anyone, but please, just trust me," he whispered.
Flik said nothing, but his eyes shimmered as Viktor drew close, gently kissing his lips. He smelt of alcohol, as Flik was drunk, but the intoxicating feeling of Viktor's touch seemed to sober him. Flik's tongue begged for entrance, and soon the two were kissing with passion that seemed to spark from nowhere. The younger man was on his back, against the hard dirt floor, and Viktor was using his arms to support himself over Flik. Viktor's rough lips trailed kisses on Flik's soft neck, trying to untie his pants from beneath their cloaks.
Flik unwillingly stopped him, smiling. "Maybe we shouldn't...we could wake Geddoe up," he said, pushing Viktor away so he could sit up.
Viktor raised his nose indignantly, he too sitting up. "Fine then. You're not adventurous at all, are you?" he asked, but his light tone showed he was just teasing, as always.
Flik laughed. "Maybe not. Let's say the next inn we get to, we'll get a separate room for our friend here," he looked to Geddoe for a moment before continuing. "And have a nice night, just me and you. Could you possibly wait that long?"
Viktor grinned at him, kissing his lips softly just once more. "Just for you, maybe," he agreed, and lifted his arm up. Flik took up the invitation and snuggled under the older man's arm as the two lay down together. They fell asleep together with smiles on their faces.
Geddoe leaned against his arm and sat up, looking to them. "So they're finally asleep..." he whispered with a rare, soft chuckle. He got up, and quietly crept out of the shelter and into the night.
End of Chapter
And there it is, chapter six!! I really do hope you enjoyed it, since I worked really hard on it. Viktor and Flik, they are just amazingly cute, aren't they?! Oh my...anyway, please review, they uplift my spirit, and they truly are my fuel for continuing writing this story! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my crappy writing, and hopefully you'll return again when I get another chapter posted! Until then, sayonara!
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 ever so much again for reviewing and taking the time to read this fic. I truly do appreciate it! I've decided to make this fic about the previous happenings before the High East Rebellion, and the Holy Kingdom II will be about the High East Rebellion itself. If you are confused to what the High East Rebellion is, you can find information about it at suikosource.com, or just continue reading this ^^ Oh, and Jade McDohl, this has a LOT of references to Suikoden III, and a few to Suikogaiden, as well. I'm sorry, but it may be a tad bit confusing considering there are quite a few characters in this from the proceeding game, as well as places.
The gates at the north end of the city of Caleria were absolutely gigantic, and passing through them was no easy task. However, when Viktor, Flik, and the mysterious mercenary, Geddoe, came to the guard he did not even think to question them. It seemed that Geddoe was a familiar face to the Calerians, and his opinion was highly valued. Even though the silent man gave the merchants no more than a nod, they seemed honored that he even looked their way.
When the three mercenaries had passed the large gates, another mountain path lay before them. Flik's face dropped. "Not another one of these..." he groaned, his arms folded.
Viktor laughed. "You're such a baby, Flik! I had to walk up one of these with you're growing gut on my back. If anyone should be allowed to complain, it should be me," he said, pressing his thumb on his chest. "Besides, you didn't take one step up that other path. My legs are still burning."
Geddoe looked to them both, seeming to be surprised. "How did you manage to pass the Harmonian guardian like that?" he asked lowly, looking to Viktor, his tone almost sounding suspicious. "Its almost impossible even with six men."
"You mean that three headed monster?" asked Viktor. Geddoe nodded slowly. Viktor laughed loudly, grinning as he slapped Flik's back. "Why, I am the great Viktor! I can easily slay a weak beast like that, even with this lug on my back."
Flik scoffed. "Don't believe his bragging. I finished that thing off with my Lightning Rune. His sword is nothing compared to my rune. Because, of course, I am Flik of the Blue Lightning," he said, smiling slyly at Viktor. The older man just shrugged it off.
Geddoe stared in disbelief. "You are legends where you come from..." he said to himself quietly. He looked to Flik, who was being tickled viciously by Viktor because of his own bragging. "Let me see your Rune," he said in a sharp tone.
Flik's head looked to him sharply, Viktor stopping his tickling. "My...Rune? Oh, sure," Flik said, confused. He held up his left hand for Geddoe to see the lightning shaped symbol.
The strange man smiled very slightly. "Oh, it's on your left hand. Of course," he said, seemingly to himself. Flik looked to Viktor nervously, but Viktor was just smiling goofily, as always.
They continued on their way, Geddoe walking in front of the other two, Viktor and Flik trailing behind. "Viktor, I think that he knows something we aren't aware of," whispered Flik, grabbing his companion's arm.
Viktor shrugged. "We knows lots of things he probably isn't aware of," he answered half-heartily. His muscular legs were wearing out on him, still tired from the trek the day before last.
By the time night came, they had found a shelter to sleep. It was a rock formation that resembled a cave. They had probably fallen from the higher altitudes of the mountain, and had somehow naturally landed in such a way. A long, thick rock lay on top of three other rocks, resembling walls. There was a space to duck inside of the natural shelter, and the ground was flat.
Viktor, Flik, and Geddoe gathered inside. Geddoe had been gathering pieces of dry wood as they walked, and started a fire with a piece of flint he carried. They sat around it, warming their hands. The shrill wind sounded outside, but Viktor's back blocked it from where he was sitting so that it did not put out the flame.
From his pack, Flik pulled out a flask, as well as some berries and dried meat. They all ate silently, Viktor anxiously waiting for the flask to be opened.
Finally, when Viktor had his drink in hand, the silence was broken. "Where did you come here from?" asked Geddoe, looking at Viktor, who's chin dripped with ale. "You don't wear Grassland garb, and you don't appear to be Zexen, either."
Flik looked to Viktor, his brow furrowed. Geddoe seemed to pay more attention to his companion, and though he had untied Flik, he was probably more interested it meeting the man who had tied him there in the first place.
Viktor didn't notice Flik's sharp blue eyes on him. He was looking to Geddoe, smiling. "We came here from Dunan, to the southeast. We work for King Riou, we even fought in that battle with the old Highland," he said, throwing back his messy black hair.
Geddoe poked the flames with a long stick. "I see. That is pretty impressive," he admitted, not looking to his two traveling companions. "What is this King Riou like? I've heard things about him. He defeated the former king of Highland, Luca Blight. I thought he was invincible."
Viktor hauled the flask away from his mouth, passing it to Flik without even looking to him. He turned back to Geddoe, a distant look in his deep green eyes. "King Riou? He's a quiet kid, only sixteen years old. Of course, in reality he's older than that, but he has one of those True Runes. He's immortal...he's a powerful fighter, and smart. But...I still feel sorry for him. He compares to the son of Teo McDohl, named Tir," he said, looking into Geddoe's eye.
"Ah," whispered Geddoe, returning Viktor's gaze. "A True Rune...do you happen to know anyone else with a True Rune?" he asked, his voice having an unusual tone in it.
Flik grew tired of being excluded from the conversation, and tipped back his head as the ale rushed down his throat. It burned, but he continued drinking as the other two men continued to talk. He disliked the way Geddoe looked at Viktor, even more than being excluded from conversations.
"Yes," answered Viktor, resting his elbow on his knee. "King Riou's close friend, Jowy Blight, holds half of the Rune of Beginning. Tir holds the Rune of Life and Death, Souleater. Millia of the dragon knights holds the Dragon Rune. Lady Leknaat is keeper of the Gate Rune, and Luc holds the Wind Rune. Sierra has the Blue Moon Rune...come to think about it, I know quite a few True Rune holders."
Geddoe seemed baffled. "You know so many cursed people," he whispered, shaking his head. He looked to Viktor, and just a moment to Flik, and opened his mouth. He seemed hesitant to ask or say something, but merely shook his head again. "It's getting late."
The oldest mercenary set up his bedroll, and instantly fell asleep. Viktor sighed, and finally looked to Flik. The younger mercenary had drunk the entire flask, and it now lay empty on the floor. Viktor grinned. "Having a bad day?" he asked, shuffling over to sit beside him.
Flik glared at him. "Why did you tell a stranger...all that stuff?" he asked, his words slurring. His glare remained solid and hard. "W-why do you trust him..." but he stopped and hiccuped, trying to stand up.
Viktor looked to him seriously, pressing on his shoulder to keep him sitting. "Flik..." he whispered. "I'm sorry, it's just that I feel like he can tell us something. He's respected here, maybe we could get our information for King Riou from him," he explained with a small smile.
"Is it that..." asked Flik with a sly grin. "Or do you just want to get in his pants?" he laughed, looking over to the sleeping man. "He s-sure seems to want to...get in yours," he said drunkenly. "We're going to the One Temple because its Bishop Sasarai we need to talk to...not some Harmonian mercenary."
Viktor's face dropped. "Is that what you think?!" he whispered hoarsely. "I think a fellow mercenary would be more willing to tell us what he knows than a danm bishop. At least we wouldn't need to use force with a mercenary. Though I do like the way I deal with government officials," he chuckled, but shook his head, snapping back to the current situation. "You have no reason not to trust me, Flik. I've never done *anything* to you!"
Flik's gaze was cast downwards, but his mouth was turned into a smile. "You s-still can't stop thinking about that one time, can you?" he asked, his voice sounding like a mixture of tiredness and drunkenness. "With me and Rina? I was drunker than you ever were in your entire life when that happened...I keep feeling, like you're gonna get me back or something..." he moaned, rubbing his head.
Viktor cupped his hand around Flik's chin, smiling. "I forgave you for that a long time ago. I love you, Flik, and I would never do anything to hurt you. I know its hard for you to trust anyone, but please, just trust me," he whispered.
Flik said nothing, but his eyes shimmered as Viktor drew close, gently kissing his lips. He smelt of alcohol, as Flik was drunk, but the intoxicating feeling of Viktor's touch seemed to sober him. Flik's tongue begged for entrance, and soon the two were kissing with passion that seemed to spark from nowhere. The younger man was on his back, against the hard dirt floor, and Viktor was using his arms to support himself over Flik. Viktor's rough lips trailed kisses on Flik's soft neck, trying to untie his pants from beneath their cloaks.
Flik unwillingly stopped him, smiling. "Maybe we shouldn't...we could wake Geddoe up," he said, pushing Viktor away so he could sit up.
Viktor raised his nose indignantly, he too sitting up. "Fine then. You're not adventurous at all, are you?" he asked, but his light tone showed he was just teasing, as always.
Flik laughed. "Maybe not. Let's say the next inn we get to, we'll get a separate room for our friend here," he looked to Geddoe for a moment before continuing. "And have a nice night, just me and you. Could you possibly wait that long?"
Viktor grinned at him, kissing his lips softly just once more. "Just for you, maybe," he agreed, and lifted his arm up. Flik took up the invitation and snuggled under the older man's arm as the two lay down together. They fell asleep together with smiles on their faces.
Geddoe leaned against his arm and sat up, looking to them. "So they're finally asleep..." he whispered with a rare, soft chuckle. He got up, and quietly crept out of the shelter and into the night.
End of Chapter
And there it is, chapter six!! I really do hope you enjoyed it, since I worked really hard on it. Viktor and Flik, they are just amazingly cute, aren't they?! Oh my...anyway, please review, they uplift my spirit, and they truly are my fuel for continuing writing this story! Thanks so much for taking the time to read my crappy writing, and hopefully you'll return again when I get another chapter posted! Until then, sayonara!