AN: Thank you to hyperactive forever for reviewing, and just to let you
know, I'm not a sexist pig for not putting any female characters in yet.
You'll see. I don't want to give anything away, but ... You'll see.
Other AN: Kilik and Yunsung are not gay! They're friends, for all you who were confused.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur. Or Soul Calibur 2. It would be cool if I did, because I'd probably be rich. But I don't.
Chapter Two: Arrival in France
Kilik, holding his staff in one hand, his black hair ruffling out behind him in the wind, watched as the ocean passed by underneath the ship. He was standing at the bow of a large ship, carrying a small group of passengers to the city of Calais, from the London docks. Kilik turned, pacing several steps, then stopping and turning to look to the west, expecting to see the sun beginning to set, but instead seeing the sky clouded by large black storm clouds. He stopped, deep in thought, wondering what his life would have been like if he had never been struck by the maddening dust.
He was shocked out of his reverie by a tap on his shoulder. Yunsung stood there. "What's up?" he asked.
"Oh ... Uh, right. Nothing. Just thinking, it loo0ks like a storm's blowing in."
Yunsung shrugged. "They've been like that a few days. Always just hovering out of reach. Never actually storming."
Kilik turned to look at him. "But ... If they've been there a few days, it must be storming all across the Channel."
Yunsung shrugged. "Big storm, I guess."
"I guess. Why're you out here?"
Yunsung laughed. "Maxi and Mitsurugi are playing cards. You should see them going at each other."
Kilik turned and walked several steps, laughing. "Has Mitsurugi threatened Maxi yet?"
"Several times."
"Has he won?"
"Not at all. Maxi's winning eighteen rounds to none."
"That's Maxi for you," Kilik replied with a sigh.
At that point a crewman ran along and said, in a heavy London accent, "You two better get downstairs and sleep. We'll be docking tomorrow later on, and it's getting dark. You'll wake up just before we dock."
"Yeah," Kilik replied, offhanded.
Yunsung turned towards the hatch leading down, then paused when he saw Kilik wasn't following him. "Hey, Kilik," he called out.
Kilik looked up from where he was looking out into the ocean. "Hmm? Oh, right. I'll be along later. Don't worry."
Yunsung shrugged, walking downstairs. "Suit yourself."
Kilik just stood there for a while, watching the sky darkening, as the storm clouds continued to build up their intensity, just waiting for the opportunity to strike down and scorch the earth with strikes of lightning. Kilik stood there for at least an hour before turning and walking downstairs, in the pitch of the night. He looked around, years of being alone at night having honed his night vision to the point of being able to see very well with almost no light, looked around. Mitsurugi was tossing and turning in bed, occasionally crying out. Maxi lay there, snarling at unseen opponents, and Yunsung lay in his own bed still. Kilik climbed into his own bed, still fully dressed, and lay there, staring at the ceiling, for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep.
~
The four of them all awoke at the same time, jerked out of their sleep by a large thump as the ship came to an undeniably loud stop against the pier. They all heard the shout.
"Jetez-moi qui grande corde!"
"France ..." Maxi murmured. "I never missed the French. I don't think I ever will."
Mitsurugi groaned. "Rise, everyone. We must be on our way."
Yunsung rolled over. "It's too damn early."
Kilik sighed and got up without a word, grabbing Yunsung and pulling him out of his bed. Luckily they all slept in their clothes. "Hey!" Yunsung shouted.
"Get up," Kilik said, in an irritated voice.
"Fine ..." Yunsung grumbled. "I don't suppose I have a choice."
"No," Mitsurugi replied.
At that point the English sailor poked his head down into their cabin. "Mates, you better get up and out. Captain's pissed 'cause he doesn't like France. Hurry up and get onshore."
The four of them fairly quickly roused themselves and got out, carrying their meager possessions and leaving off the ship, having paid the captain beforehand. "Now what?" asked Yunsung, to Mitsurugi.
"We must head for Rouen as soon as possible," Mitsurugi replied, "and inquire about Raphael. It is very important that we meet him as soon as possible. And try to stay out of trouble. We each must have our own things to do. We will meet back here in an hour's time."
"Right," Kilik replied.
The four of them separated.
Kilik headed out, simply taking in the sights of the city. At one point an attractive young woman approached him. "Excusez-moi, monsieur, vous ressemblent à un bon jeune homme, vous n'aurait pas besoin de votre lit chauffé pour la nuit, vous?"
"Um ... Aucun merci, je ne suis pas intéressé," Kilik replied, in broken French, telling the woman he was not interested. Looking disappointed, she walked away again.
~
Mitsurugi simply wandered, looking at the weaponry for sale in the various armories around the city and sneering at it. "This is nothing compared to the weapons you would find in my homeland," he said angrily."
"M'excusez-vous, monsieur, mais avez-vous besoin d'une aide?" [Excuse me, sir, do you need any help?] asked one of the people there, inquiring as to whether Mitsurugi needed any help.
"No, I'm fine," Mitsurugi growled.
"Je ne parle pas anglais, monsieur. Parlez-vous français?" [I don't speak English, sir. Do you speak French?]
Mitsurugi grimaced. "Never mind."
~
Maxi left, stepping through town to visit an old friend, came across a sight all too common. Several French men in uniforms were surrounding a younger woman. Maxi groaned. It looked like he would have to play the hero again.
"Jugez-le droit là, vous deux. Apprenez jamais une leçon des façons?" [Excuse me, you two. Ever learn a lesson in manners?] he called out, pulling his nunchaku into his hand.
One of the men turned. "Il nous a vus! Tuez-le!" [He saw us! Kill him!]
Maxi groaned. "That's not very friendly," he murmured, lashing out and breaking te first one's nose as the man charged him. The man stumbled back, crying out, clutching his nose as blood spurted everywhere, spattering on the ground. The second one drew his sword. "Vous regretterez cela." [You'll regret that.]
"Je doute de lui," [I doubt it,] Maxi replied. He swung out with his nunchaku, smashing the man on the left temple, then bounced the nunchaku off his waist and swung back, striking the man in the ribs. He heard the crack as several ribs broke, or at least cracked, and then lashed out with a high kick that sent the man stumbling backwards onto his ass.
"Aidez-moi!" [Help me!] the second man called out as the first one rose, blood covering his face. Maxi lashed out, breaking the man's arm and then grabbed the nunchaku at the base, near the chain, and struck the man several times in the ribs as he closed. The man stumbled back and watched as Maxi kicked out and shattered the second man's jaw as he tried to rise. That man collapsed, not daring to get up. The first man ran, clutching his broken nose, trying to stop the blood flow.
Maxi tuned to the woman. "Vous êtes sûr maintenant. Êtes-vous bien?" [You're safe now. Are you okay?]
The woman turned, wide-eyed, and fled, terrified. Maxi sighed and returned to the meeting place.
~
Mitsurugi sighed as Maxi related his tale of how the French police were after them. "I told you to stay out of trouble," Mitsurugi sighed.
"What was I to do, watch them rape and kill her?" Maxi asked.
"It was your decision. We won't reprimand you for it," Kilik replied, trying to sooth Maxi and Mitsurugi at the same time.
"Whatever," Maxi replied.
Yunsung interjected here. "Regardless, we need to leave for Rouen if we ever want to get there. And we should go now, before the authorities get here."
"Agreed," Maxi said, glaring at Mitsurugi.
The four of them set off, leaving Calais behind.
*
Yeah, it's here (yay). Thanks again to hyperactive forever for reviewing. Follow his/her lead (please?). I hope to update again soon. Just keep reading, please. And you know how much you like being reviewed? I like it just as much.
Other AN: Kilik and Yunsung are not gay! They're friends, for all you who were confused.
Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Calibur. Or Soul Calibur 2. It would be cool if I did, because I'd probably be rich. But I don't.
Chapter Two: Arrival in France
Kilik, holding his staff in one hand, his black hair ruffling out behind him in the wind, watched as the ocean passed by underneath the ship. He was standing at the bow of a large ship, carrying a small group of passengers to the city of Calais, from the London docks. Kilik turned, pacing several steps, then stopping and turning to look to the west, expecting to see the sun beginning to set, but instead seeing the sky clouded by large black storm clouds. He stopped, deep in thought, wondering what his life would have been like if he had never been struck by the maddening dust.
He was shocked out of his reverie by a tap on his shoulder. Yunsung stood there. "What's up?" he asked.
"Oh ... Uh, right. Nothing. Just thinking, it loo0ks like a storm's blowing in."
Yunsung shrugged. "They've been like that a few days. Always just hovering out of reach. Never actually storming."
Kilik turned to look at him. "But ... If they've been there a few days, it must be storming all across the Channel."
Yunsung shrugged. "Big storm, I guess."
"I guess. Why're you out here?"
Yunsung laughed. "Maxi and Mitsurugi are playing cards. You should see them going at each other."
Kilik turned and walked several steps, laughing. "Has Mitsurugi threatened Maxi yet?"
"Several times."
"Has he won?"
"Not at all. Maxi's winning eighteen rounds to none."
"That's Maxi for you," Kilik replied with a sigh.
At that point a crewman ran along and said, in a heavy London accent, "You two better get downstairs and sleep. We'll be docking tomorrow later on, and it's getting dark. You'll wake up just before we dock."
"Yeah," Kilik replied, offhanded.
Yunsung turned towards the hatch leading down, then paused when he saw Kilik wasn't following him. "Hey, Kilik," he called out.
Kilik looked up from where he was looking out into the ocean. "Hmm? Oh, right. I'll be along later. Don't worry."
Yunsung shrugged, walking downstairs. "Suit yourself."
Kilik just stood there for a while, watching the sky darkening, as the storm clouds continued to build up their intensity, just waiting for the opportunity to strike down and scorch the earth with strikes of lightning. Kilik stood there for at least an hour before turning and walking downstairs, in the pitch of the night. He looked around, years of being alone at night having honed his night vision to the point of being able to see very well with almost no light, looked around. Mitsurugi was tossing and turning in bed, occasionally crying out. Maxi lay there, snarling at unseen opponents, and Yunsung lay in his own bed still. Kilik climbed into his own bed, still fully dressed, and lay there, staring at the ceiling, for a long time before finally drifting off to sleep.
~
The four of them all awoke at the same time, jerked out of their sleep by a large thump as the ship came to an undeniably loud stop against the pier. They all heard the shout.
"Jetez-moi qui grande corde!"
"France ..." Maxi murmured. "I never missed the French. I don't think I ever will."
Mitsurugi groaned. "Rise, everyone. We must be on our way."
Yunsung rolled over. "It's too damn early."
Kilik sighed and got up without a word, grabbing Yunsung and pulling him out of his bed. Luckily they all slept in their clothes. "Hey!" Yunsung shouted.
"Get up," Kilik said, in an irritated voice.
"Fine ..." Yunsung grumbled. "I don't suppose I have a choice."
"No," Mitsurugi replied.
At that point the English sailor poked his head down into their cabin. "Mates, you better get up and out. Captain's pissed 'cause he doesn't like France. Hurry up and get onshore."
The four of them fairly quickly roused themselves and got out, carrying their meager possessions and leaving off the ship, having paid the captain beforehand. "Now what?" asked Yunsung, to Mitsurugi.
"We must head for Rouen as soon as possible," Mitsurugi replied, "and inquire about Raphael. It is very important that we meet him as soon as possible. And try to stay out of trouble. We each must have our own things to do. We will meet back here in an hour's time."
"Right," Kilik replied.
The four of them separated.
Kilik headed out, simply taking in the sights of the city. At one point an attractive young woman approached him. "Excusez-moi, monsieur, vous ressemblent à un bon jeune homme, vous n'aurait pas besoin de votre lit chauffé pour la nuit, vous?"
"Um ... Aucun merci, je ne suis pas intéressé," Kilik replied, in broken French, telling the woman he was not interested. Looking disappointed, she walked away again.
~
Mitsurugi simply wandered, looking at the weaponry for sale in the various armories around the city and sneering at it. "This is nothing compared to the weapons you would find in my homeland," he said angrily."
"M'excusez-vous, monsieur, mais avez-vous besoin d'une aide?" [Excuse me, sir, do you need any help?] asked one of the people there, inquiring as to whether Mitsurugi needed any help.
"No, I'm fine," Mitsurugi growled.
"Je ne parle pas anglais, monsieur. Parlez-vous français?" [I don't speak English, sir. Do you speak French?]
Mitsurugi grimaced. "Never mind."
~
Maxi left, stepping through town to visit an old friend, came across a sight all too common. Several French men in uniforms were surrounding a younger woman. Maxi groaned. It looked like he would have to play the hero again.
"Jugez-le droit là, vous deux. Apprenez jamais une leçon des façons?" [Excuse me, you two. Ever learn a lesson in manners?] he called out, pulling his nunchaku into his hand.
One of the men turned. "Il nous a vus! Tuez-le!" [He saw us! Kill him!]
Maxi groaned. "That's not very friendly," he murmured, lashing out and breaking te first one's nose as the man charged him. The man stumbled back, crying out, clutching his nose as blood spurted everywhere, spattering on the ground. The second one drew his sword. "Vous regretterez cela." [You'll regret that.]
"Je doute de lui," [I doubt it,] Maxi replied. He swung out with his nunchaku, smashing the man on the left temple, then bounced the nunchaku off his waist and swung back, striking the man in the ribs. He heard the crack as several ribs broke, or at least cracked, and then lashed out with a high kick that sent the man stumbling backwards onto his ass.
"Aidez-moi!" [Help me!] the second man called out as the first one rose, blood covering his face. Maxi lashed out, breaking the man's arm and then grabbed the nunchaku at the base, near the chain, and struck the man several times in the ribs as he closed. The man stumbled back and watched as Maxi kicked out and shattered the second man's jaw as he tried to rise. That man collapsed, not daring to get up. The first man ran, clutching his broken nose, trying to stop the blood flow.
Maxi tuned to the woman. "Vous êtes sûr maintenant. Êtes-vous bien?" [You're safe now. Are you okay?]
The woman turned, wide-eyed, and fled, terrified. Maxi sighed and returned to the meeting place.
~
Mitsurugi sighed as Maxi related his tale of how the French police were after them. "I told you to stay out of trouble," Mitsurugi sighed.
"What was I to do, watch them rape and kill her?" Maxi asked.
"It was your decision. We won't reprimand you for it," Kilik replied, trying to sooth Maxi and Mitsurugi at the same time.
"Whatever," Maxi replied.
Yunsung interjected here. "Regardless, we need to leave for Rouen if we ever want to get there. And we should go now, before the authorities get here."
"Agreed," Maxi said, glaring at Mitsurugi.
The four of them set off, leaving Calais behind.
*
Yeah, it's here (yay). Thanks again to hyperactive forever for reviewing. Follow his/her lead (please?). I hope to update again soon. Just keep reading, please. And you know how much you like being reviewed? I like it just as much.