A/n: My first Metal gear fic. I am not to sure if it has been done before, but it is from the POV of Raiden. And I know I have no true grammar skills, this is because of my acute autism. I write stories as assignments, in order to get over this. So I apologize for my misspelling, lack of words, over use of commas and possible bad grammar. But in away, I think I am getting a little better. Just a tad though, anyway this fic is a slight angst AU of Metal Gear Solid. It has Yaoi Snake x Raiden and it is like from a diary Raiden was forced to write after the Big Shell incident. Please tolerate!
Through unseeing eyes
Disclaimer: I do not own Metal Gear Solid, nor any characters barrowed from the game. They rightfully belong to Hideo Kojima and that is whom they will remain belonging too.
Warning: This fic contains Yaoi, don't like it, don't read it. It also is AU and may have slight or immense OOC. Grammar may be bad, but until I attain an editor it shall remain so. Thank you for your patience.
Prologue
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The papers hit the cold steel desk as if they were meant to be smashed through it. Cold brown eyes gazed into saddened and desperate orbs of blue. The mission had not been what he had thought, and since he was not told to go out there by his superior, but instead by the terrorists it had been said to be his fault.
Raiden sighed a gesture of defeat, slowly grasping each sheet of pure white crisp and clean paper. So many memories ran through his fragile young mind, most of all on the where-about of Solid Snake. Writing this all down, doing as the government demanded of him, may help him clarify just what had happened on the mission previous to this dilemma.
But his mind always wondered, pen tapping softly on the paper, timing to the clicks of the clock's second hand. Rose… where was she now? He hadn't a clue, not after the news he re-laid. She had took off, disappeared taking his son with her. What was he too be like? Jack only hoped he would not be like his father, and would remain like the mother he was raised with.
Slowly he closed his eyes, placed the tip of the royal blue pen to the paper and gently started to write what his mind told him. Reliving the events as if it were a psycho movie, done of himself as an autobiography. Well that's what they wanted right, they wanted the truth through his eyes, his eyes which seen only what they wanted.