So, this is chapter 3. Sorry about the crappy chapter 2, I do hope this will be a whole lot better. If not, tell me. I've been busy with my huge pile of homeorks lately, so it's my danish teacher you need to blame.
This fic. isn't going to well, and I'm all out of ideas. Please, provide me with some suggestions to improve it in your rewiews, and in return I will read and rewiew your stories.
Disclaimer: All the characters from Metal Gear Solid are owned by Konami inc. and Hideo Kojima. The song lyrics for "On your shore" belongs to Enya and Warner music.
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"But how could you have known Snake?" Snake's best friend Hal Emmerich, known as Otacon to the mercenary, did a feeble attempt to cheer up his friend. But the way Snake's eyes stared out of the window, like hearing none of Otacon's words, had the scientist worried. Two weeks, two darn and dead weeks alongside with Snake had passed, and to be completely honest, he was beginning to get frustated about his friend. Okay, he understood that Snake had experienzed the love of his life die, but could he moan forever?
"I should...of course...they followed us. I had all that time to move away from Twin Lakes, I promised, I promised her that we could start over again, in New York...I promised..." His voice, hoarse by all the malboro's he had smoked the past two weeks, got more and more self-blaming for each word that he spoke. Hal winced. This was the same as he and Wolf. The genomes made fun of him, because they didn't believe a top-trained FOX-HOUND agent as her, could fall in love with a hostage scientist. But she could. That moment when she had hand over her handker-chief, that passionate look in her sienna brown eyes he had never thought a strong woman like she possesed, that, was the best moment in his life. Love. It had begun, it had been, and it had died. But he had accepted it. If HE could, why couldn't Snake just as well put the past behind him? Dead was dead, and life for the living, as Mei-Ling had said.
"Snake. If you don't pull yourself together right now, I'll have to hit you! Meryl is dead, yes. And I'm sorry too, believe me. But if you sit here and cry your eyes out, you'll never be able to live normally again!"
Snake stood up with a fast movement, and Hal was sure he could see anger in his eyes. Still, he didn't care.
"Don't you dare talk to me in that tune Otacon!!! You don't have any clue of what it's like!"
"Oh no? What about Wolf?!"
Snake winced, and Otacon realized his words had hit him at a weak spot.
"You know what happened. I didn't mean to kill her, but she ment to kill me. It was..."
"...Nothing personal?" Otacon finished off Snake's sentence, seeing him turn his head. Snake sighed.
"You'll never understand what it's like. Forget about it. I'll see you around." Snake grapped his black trench coat, and started walking towards the door. When he opened it, Hal said nothing. He couldn't force his friend to stay. He need it. Some time alone, and maybe then he will open his eyes. He can't moan forever, Hal thought.. Snake slammed the door, and dust and pieces of wood fell from the ceiling. Once more, Hal winced. Or can he?
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Strange how my heart beats
to find myself upon your shore
strange how I still feel
my loss of comfort gone before
Cool waves wash over
and drift away with dreams of youth
so, time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough…
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God…what the hell happened? Why is everything so dark?
Even though she spoke inside her head, thinking gave her a head-ache. Instead, she tried moving. Her hands couldn't move. Her head turned to see what kept her from moving, and to her surprise she was handcuffed. And the worst thing was, that she was strapped down tight to the wall, about 3 feet from the ground.
Shit! She couldn't prevent thinking, and she felt the acids of her stomach twist around like mad. This ain't good!
"Enjoying the view, are we?"
She recognized the voice. Deep, cold, like a sibilation.
"Kenshin!" She whispered. Or, she would have whispered, but not a single word came over her dry lips, instead, she winced by the sight of the man. He was about 180 cm. tall, with slightly tanned skin, and dark, curled and long hair. His eyes were golden, piercing and evil. But the corners of his mouth turned into a smile, wich proofed he had understood what she tried to say. He grinned, walking up to her.
"Hm…You are as beautiful as ever Haruna…" She carefully watched him speak, his lips move up and down. He was the only one she feared…And she was the only one he wanted. Once, things had been different. He loved her, and so did she. Her life as a kunoichi had somehow been "put to sleep", not entirely killed, but it still was inside her. Inside her soul. And know, she felt it more than ever, screaming to be let out, to take out it's anger on him because of what he did. But as long as she was cuffed like this, she could only imagine herself slicing his body into pieces with her katana.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
"Talk." He smirked.
Her purple eyes narrowed, and she gave him a dead-cold look. "We don't have anything to talk about-else than why you're keeping following me like a pup! I have my own goddamned life to take care of!!" She paused, using the following silence to think through her words. Had she said the right thing? You could never be sure about Kenshin's temperament.
"I thought that by now, Haruna, an intelligent kunoichi like you would be aware of the dagners meddling with things that don't consume you. Such as stealing top-secret SOK-files, escaping from your right-ful master, and..."
"Oh for gods sake Kenshin! Spare me off the moral-preach, I think I'm gonna throw up! First of all, I DID NOT steal those files, and secondly, I don't BELONG to anyone! It's MY life!! Japan was dead boring afterall..."
Kenshin sighed, and with a quick move, he reached for something under his kahki trench-coat. And the second after, that something were pointed at her. She gasped, seeing the red light from the metal weapon sneak it's way up, all the way up to her forehead. She cleared her throat. A gun...
"I will take you back-or I will kill you. What do you say?"
She stared at his gun. Kenshin couldn't figure out the look at her face, but he hoped that it was pure fear.
Then, she laughed.
"I don't really got a choice, do I?"
"You decide, Haruna. Death, or coming with me." He replied, now training the gun at her chest, following the movements of her breathing.
"To come with you IS death. Shoot me then."
Kenshin smiled, flicked the safety off the gun. A loud bang sounded and completely drowned a horrible scream, as blood splattered at the wall where Haruna was cuffed.
Author: Well that was chapter 3. You propably wonder why I'd put in japaneese manga characters in a metal gear fic, but I saw Kuroi Tori (A kunoichi's last dance) do it, so I figured it was quite "okay". After all, her story rocks! Remember to give me rewiews with things to do different or good ideas, since I haven't got a clue what I'm supposed to write in the next chapter. Sayonara!
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This fic. isn't going to well, and I'm all out of ideas. Please, provide me with some suggestions to improve it in your rewiews, and in return I will read and rewiew your stories.
Disclaimer: All the characters from Metal Gear Solid are owned by Konami inc. and Hideo Kojima. The song lyrics for "On your shore" belongs to Enya and Warner music.
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"But how could you have known Snake?" Snake's best friend Hal Emmerich, known as Otacon to the mercenary, did a feeble attempt to cheer up his friend. But the way Snake's eyes stared out of the window, like hearing none of Otacon's words, had the scientist worried. Two weeks, two darn and dead weeks alongside with Snake had passed, and to be completely honest, he was beginning to get frustated about his friend. Okay, he understood that Snake had experienzed the love of his life die, but could he moan forever?
"I should...of course...they followed us. I had all that time to move away from Twin Lakes, I promised, I promised her that we could start over again, in New York...I promised..." His voice, hoarse by all the malboro's he had smoked the past two weeks, got more and more self-blaming for each word that he spoke. Hal winced. This was the same as he and Wolf. The genomes made fun of him, because they didn't believe a top-trained FOX-HOUND agent as her, could fall in love with a hostage scientist. But she could. That moment when she had hand over her handker-chief, that passionate look in her sienna brown eyes he had never thought a strong woman like she possesed, that, was the best moment in his life. Love. It had begun, it had been, and it had died. But he had accepted it. If HE could, why couldn't Snake just as well put the past behind him? Dead was dead, and life for the living, as Mei-Ling had said.
"Snake. If you don't pull yourself together right now, I'll have to hit you! Meryl is dead, yes. And I'm sorry too, believe me. But if you sit here and cry your eyes out, you'll never be able to live normally again!"
Snake stood up with a fast movement, and Hal was sure he could see anger in his eyes. Still, he didn't care.
"Don't you dare talk to me in that tune Otacon!!! You don't have any clue of what it's like!"
"Oh no? What about Wolf?!"
Snake winced, and Otacon realized his words had hit him at a weak spot.
"You know what happened. I didn't mean to kill her, but she ment to kill me. It was..."
"...Nothing personal?" Otacon finished off Snake's sentence, seeing him turn his head. Snake sighed.
"You'll never understand what it's like. Forget about it. I'll see you around." Snake grapped his black trench coat, and started walking towards the door. When he opened it, Hal said nothing. He couldn't force his friend to stay. He need it. Some time alone, and maybe then he will open his eyes. He can't moan forever, Hal thought.. Snake slammed the door, and dust and pieces of wood fell from the ceiling. Once more, Hal winced. Or can he?
** ** **
Strange how my heart beats
to find myself upon your shore
strange how I still feel
my loss of comfort gone before
Cool waves wash over
and drift away with dreams of youth
so, time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough…
** ** **
God…what the hell happened? Why is everything so dark?
Even though she spoke inside her head, thinking gave her a head-ache. Instead, she tried moving. Her hands couldn't move. Her head turned to see what kept her from moving, and to her surprise she was handcuffed. And the worst thing was, that she was strapped down tight to the wall, about 3 feet from the ground.
Shit! She couldn't prevent thinking, and she felt the acids of her stomach twist around like mad. This ain't good!
"Enjoying the view, are we?"
She recognized the voice. Deep, cold, like a sibilation.
"Kenshin!" She whispered. Or, she would have whispered, but not a single word came over her dry lips, instead, she winced by the sight of the man. He was about 180 cm. tall, with slightly tanned skin, and dark, curled and long hair. His eyes were golden, piercing and evil. But the corners of his mouth turned into a smile, wich proofed he had understood what she tried to say. He grinned, walking up to her.
"Hm…You are as beautiful as ever Haruna…" She carefully watched him speak, his lips move up and down. He was the only one she feared…And she was the only one he wanted. Once, things had been different. He loved her, and so did she. Her life as a kunoichi had somehow been "put to sleep", not entirely killed, but it still was inside her. Inside her soul. And know, she felt it more than ever, screaming to be let out, to take out it's anger on him because of what he did. But as long as she was cuffed like this, she could only imagine herself slicing his body into pieces with her katana.
"What the hell do you want from me?"
"Talk." He smirked.
Her purple eyes narrowed, and she gave him a dead-cold look. "We don't have anything to talk about-else than why you're keeping following me like a pup! I have my own goddamned life to take care of!!" She paused, using the following silence to think through her words. Had she said the right thing? You could never be sure about Kenshin's temperament.
"I thought that by now, Haruna, an intelligent kunoichi like you would be aware of the dagners meddling with things that don't consume you. Such as stealing top-secret SOK-files, escaping from your right-ful master, and..."
"Oh for gods sake Kenshin! Spare me off the moral-preach, I think I'm gonna throw up! First of all, I DID NOT steal those files, and secondly, I don't BELONG to anyone! It's MY life!! Japan was dead boring afterall..."
Kenshin sighed, and with a quick move, he reached for something under his kahki trench-coat. And the second after, that something were pointed at her. She gasped, seeing the red light from the metal weapon sneak it's way up, all the way up to her forehead. She cleared her throat. A gun...
"I will take you back-or I will kill you. What do you say?"
She stared at his gun. Kenshin couldn't figure out the look at her face, but he hoped that it was pure fear.
Then, she laughed.
"I don't really got a choice, do I?"
"You decide, Haruna. Death, or coming with me." He replied, now training the gun at her chest, following the movements of her breathing.
"To come with you IS death. Shoot me then."
Kenshin smiled, flicked the safety off the gun. A loud bang sounded and completely drowned a horrible scream, as blood splattered at the wall where Haruna was cuffed.
Author: Well that was chapter 3. You propably wonder why I'd put in japaneese manga characters in a metal gear fic, but I saw Kuroi Tori (A kunoichi's last dance) do it, so I figured it was quite "okay". After all, her story rocks! Remember to give me rewiews with things to do different or good ideas, since I haven't got a clue what I'm supposed to write in the next chapter. Sayonara!
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