A/N: In need for some inspiration, I recently offered "15 minute reqest drabbles" to members of livejournal. These are the results.


For mithrigil: Percival's son, Ryan (From my story 'Harvest Days') and the line "...well it wasn't my fault, then."

Percival had fought many battles, slayed many monsters and even participated in a grand-scale war. But none of those deeds had prepared him to parent an eight year-old boy with an inordinate ability to find trouble. Sure, the good natured knight had once been that age and caused his share of mischief, so this could be construed as poetic justice, but that didn't make it any easier to deal with.

This time, Ryan had tried to convince his younger brother to jump from the hayloft into a pile of hay. It wouldn't have been a problem had poor Geoff actually been willing, but he balked at the height and started to cry. So, doing what any good brother would as the other children laughed, Ryan gave him a shove. It wasn't a mean shove, just a bit of encouragement, but it was enough to scare the younger boy into one of his breathing attacks.

"Ryan," Percival started, his voice pleading. "You can't be doing such hateful things to your brother. He'll never be as strong as you."

"But..."

"No buts."

"I didn't hurt him. I didn't want the others to laugh at him. They're always laughing at him."

"No, you didn't hurt him directly."

The boy straightened up. "Well it wasn't my fault, then."

"No," Percival said in a slightly harsher tone. "It was your fault. You're supposed to look out for Geoff, not push him out of hayloft windows."

"He wouldn't jump," Ryan muttered as he winced at his father's voice. "He wouldn't jump like the rest of us."

Raising an eyebrow the knight said, "So the appropriate response was to force him out?"

After considering a moment, the boy relented. "No, Father."

"Go apologize to him. And I never want to hear of you doing such a thing again."

For shewalks: Hugo fic!

Hugo walked to the fountain at the front of the manor. He didn't particularly care for the castle--it was too confining and the walls were too thick. No bit of sound managed to permeate them. Back in Karaya, he would take comfort in the noises from outside, especially at night.

This night, there was no sleep to be found for the young man. Sitting on the wall of the fountain, he glanced down at his reflection and rubbed the back of his right hand. The mark the True Fire Rune had left was still there, haunting him. He had offered to take it but at the time he hadn't fully considered the consequences. Now here he was, leading an army of allies and enemies alike to fight some idiot who wanted to destroy the world.

It seemed so surreal.

He absently dipped the hand that bore the rune into the water. A moment later, the fountain began to boil. He yanked his hand out.

The damn rune had a mind of its own. He only prayed that he would learn to control it--unlike the last Flame Champion.

After taking once last glance at the sky, he returned to the manor to try and sleep in that most uncomfortable bed.

For pansiestbishop: Lucia and Sasarai with the line "...I see."

Lucia settled down into the warm and inviting water and closed her eyes. A bath was just what she needed after the day's training, meetings and tribulations. The bath master had been kind enough to add some lavender to the water, allowing her to indulge in the moment even further.

While enjoying the serenity and sweet scent of the water, she nearly drifted off but was suddenly awakened by another entering the bath. Opening her eyes, she nearly jumped out of the tub upon seeing who it was.

"Bishop!" She shouted. "Get out!"

The young man--who could have easily been mistaken for a twelve year old female gymnast--quickly wrapped his bathrobe about him as a feverish blush spread across his face.

"Forgive me. I thought this tub was unoccupied."

"Well, it's not. The men's bath is on the other side."

"...I see. Forgive me, I didn't realize they were seperate."

As he walked away, Lucia said: "Perhaps you should read the signs, Bishop."

For riennathered: The quote "Leo has a fanclub?"

Chris rummaged through the comment box at Budehuc Castle. Some of the notes were amusing, others asking favors, and one idiot kept writing her asking for a date. She tore the unimportant ones up and tucked the others into her pocket. Glancing down into the box once more, she grabbed the last one that hadn't been read.

She opened it and read it quickly:

Leo,
Your performance last night in the theater drew much applause. I hope you will return to your natural habitat--the stage! Your fans adore you, do not let them down!
Signed,
Nadir

Chris blinked and read the note again, completely baffled what it was doing in her box, and moreso that her strongest knight was apparently moonlighting as an actor.

Turning around, she nearly bumped into Salome, her ever-present shadow these days, it seemed.

"Something wrong, milady?"

"No...but, read this note," she said, handing it to the kind strategist.

"It would seem that Leo's portrayal of Neclord was quite popular last night."

"It was? I'm sorry I missed it."

Salome coughed. "It was better that you did, milady. I don't believe the performance was intended to turn into a burlesque show."

Chris raised a brow. "What are you saying, Salome?"

"Ah...don't concern yourself with it."

Just then, a young woman giggled as she reached between the two knights to put a note in the box. When she was gone, Chris retrieved it. It was another note addressed to Leo and it mentioned--in nauseating detail--how much the young lady admired his rear-end.

Chris shook her head. "I just can't believe it. I understand their attraction to Percival and Borus...but..."

"But what, milady?"

"I can't believe that Leo has a fanclub!"