Misinterpretations IV
By Natsue Arishima
Summoner Braska groaned inwardly. Making sure that no one was looking, he leaned on the wall, breathing in deeply. Gradually, his pain numbed, and his weariness ceased, if not for just a little bit. He pushed himself back up again, straightening his back and raising his head high. He couldn't afford to have people see him so weak.
Though he had to admit, the previous sending had been rather draining. His eyelids almost seemed to weigh one hundred pounds each, and his limbs were stiff and sore. Slowly, he let his legs carry him in the direction where Auron and Jecht had pointed him off too. The two guardians had promised to rent a room there.
He groaned as his eyes were greeted with a long flight of stairs. Braska struggled up, and nearly fell over had he not already finished the ascent and leaned against the double doors. Catching his breath, he proceeded inside.
The summoner counted the doors before after what seemed like an eternity, reached the designated one. He was about to gratefully open the door, dreaming about soft beds and pillows, but a small scruffle inside stopped him in his tracks, his hand inches away from the handle.
"Aha! You like that, don'cha?"
Jecht, definitely.
Another voice, younger and less rough, currently high in shock, replying back, "Put that thing back in your pants!"
What in the world...? Braska narrowed his eyes. Jecht and Auron...?
"Not yet, man! Give me some glory, will ya? Besides, with you always strutting around with your sword and stuff, I'm always the minor guy, so give me a moment! A moment of distinction. Sheesh..."
Silence, and then Jecht spoke up again with a dark tone to his voice, "And I bet mine's bigger."
"No way!"
"Uh huh. Prove it. Show me yours!"
"I don't think summoner Braska -"
"So you are cowardly. I have finally proven my point, in all of these past years..."
"You're the coward!"
"Well then, what's stopping ya? Show it to me!"
Braska blanched, his form trembling. He could feel the last of his strength leaving him, but he hung on stubbornly to the door.
"Fine! I will!"
There was a rustle of cloth, and then a small gasp. "Wow, dude..."
"Jecht, hands off!"
"It's so... pointy... Wow..."
"I said, hands off!"
"Alright, alright. But it's not like I ever get to see something like that up close, so you can't blame a guy for wanting to touch it! Even so... mine's bigger! Why are you so surprised? I am a man, you know!"
Some more silence, before Jecht's voice popped up again, definitely darker and lower. "I won't touch yours, but wanna touch mine?"
Braska's remaining energy fled, possibly because of the aftereffect of shock. His hand slipped on the handle and the door opened. The summoner tumbled inside and landed on his hands and knees.
Slowly, he looked up, ready to shut his eyes if necessary, but a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and he was met with Auron's concerned, but pink-cheeked, gaze.
"Sir Braska..." the young man whispered, steering the stunned summoner to the bed. "What happened?"
He mouthed back wordlessly. How was he supposed to tell Auron that he had just overheard the two of them... talking...?
His troubles were shoved to the side as Jecht popped into view. "Hey, Braska! Look'it! It's bigger than Auron's, too! Sweet, huh?"
Auron turned on him. "No, don't show h-"
Without any further delay, the scraggly brunette shoved a bundle in Braska's lap. "Auron refused to touch it, but you can! Honestly, my sword, your sword!"
Braska nearly choked as the glinting sword fell into his hands.
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A/N: Another up! Don't tell me you fell for it again... lol.
--Natsue Arishima
By Natsue Arishima
Summoner Braska groaned inwardly. Making sure that no one was looking, he leaned on the wall, breathing in deeply. Gradually, his pain numbed, and his weariness ceased, if not for just a little bit. He pushed himself back up again, straightening his back and raising his head high. He couldn't afford to have people see him so weak.
Though he had to admit, the previous sending had been rather draining. His eyelids almost seemed to weigh one hundred pounds each, and his limbs were stiff and sore. Slowly, he let his legs carry him in the direction where Auron and Jecht had pointed him off too. The two guardians had promised to rent a room there.
He groaned as his eyes were greeted with a long flight of stairs. Braska struggled up, and nearly fell over had he not already finished the ascent and leaned against the double doors. Catching his breath, he proceeded inside.
The summoner counted the doors before after what seemed like an eternity, reached the designated one. He was about to gratefully open the door, dreaming about soft beds and pillows, but a small scruffle inside stopped him in his tracks, his hand inches away from the handle.
"Aha! You like that, don'cha?"
Jecht, definitely.
Another voice, younger and less rough, currently high in shock, replying back, "Put that thing back in your pants!"
What in the world...? Braska narrowed his eyes. Jecht and Auron...?
"Not yet, man! Give me some glory, will ya? Besides, with you always strutting around with your sword and stuff, I'm always the minor guy, so give me a moment! A moment of distinction. Sheesh..."
Silence, and then Jecht spoke up again with a dark tone to his voice, "And I bet mine's bigger."
"No way!"
"Uh huh. Prove it. Show me yours!"
"I don't think summoner Braska -"
"So you are cowardly. I have finally proven my point, in all of these past years..."
"You're the coward!"
"Well then, what's stopping ya? Show it to me!"
Braska blanched, his form trembling. He could feel the last of his strength leaving him, but he hung on stubbornly to the door.
"Fine! I will!"
There was a rustle of cloth, and then a small gasp. "Wow, dude..."
"Jecht, hands off!"
"It's so... pointy... Wow..."
"I said, hands off!"
"Alright, alright. But it's not like I ever get to see something like that up close, so you can't blame a guy for wanting to touch it! Even so... mine's bigger! Why are you so surprised? I am a man, you know!"
Some more silence, before Jecht's voice popped up again, definitely darker and lower. "I won't touch yours, but wanna touch mine?"
Braska's remaining energy fled, possibly because of the aftereffect of shock. His hand slipped on the handle and the door opened. The summoner tumbled inside and landed on his hands and knees.
Slowly, he looked up, ready to shut his eyes if necessary, but a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and he was met with Auron's concerned, but pink-cheeked, gaze.
"Sir Braska..." the young man whispered, steering the stunned summoner to the bed. "What happened?"
He mouthed back wordlessly. How was he supposed to tell Auron that he had just overheard the two of them... talking...?
His troubles were shoved to the side as Jecht popped into view. "Hey, Braska! Look'it! It's bigger than Auron's, too! Sweet, huh?"
Auron turned on him. "No, don't show h-"
Without any further delay, the scraggly brunette shoved a bundle in Braska's lap. "Auron refused to touch it, but you can! Honestly, my sword, your sword!"
Braska nearly choked as the glinting sword fell into his hands.
>
A/N: Another up! Don't tell me you fell for it again... lol.
--Natsue Arishima