Hello and good to see you, reader! Apple Fairy here! ^.^
Second drabble. Asch speaks about his co-workers. I feel like I made him too angry in this one, but um…my apologies if it's true. This one was also written some time ago, but…it's still inexcusable. D:
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tales of the Abyss.
A Fragment of His Life
Story by Apple Fairy
I don't need them.
They never needed me.
It was all coincidence; just strange coincidence.
All of it was. That's what life is full of.
Chance meetings.
My name is Asch, and my coworkers annoy me.
Okay. Really annoy me. Yes, I know there are other people out there, other people who are great friends with their coworkers and always go out drinking with them after work, or get them presents on their birthday, or whatever.
Our job isn't like other people's jobs, and if we ever went out drinking, I'm pretty sure it's because we'd all have an ulterior motive. All we are is a group of spiteful bastards who have rather large chips in our shoulders. The last thing we'd give a damn about is 'how the kids are doing'. Actually, none of us even have any kids.
…Largo doesn't count.
Yeah. We're the God-Generals, and we're just bitter. At least, most of us are. Unless your Dist. Then you're just a masochistic freak.
The only thing we had in common was our workplace, and that we hated the Score. Well, they did. I didn't. And here we are.
We also all worked under one boss: Van.
…I won't go into a rant on why I don't like Van. It's pretty obvious. I don't need to explain myself here. The others though? Yeah, we never liked each other. Only if the job called for it. Other than that, I have a bone or two to pick with them, and I'm going to let it out here:
Arietta: She's too obsessed with the Fon Master. I know why, but still, I'm not too fancy on the prospect of clinging onto someone you love like a wet towel. If you love them, let them know, and that's it. Her, though? She takes it to the extremes. Too extreme. Even going against Van's orders extreme.
…I also don't like how her ligers like to look at me like I'm their next meal, but that's a whole different argument altogether.
Largo: He's really intimidating. Just standing next to him makes me feel like he could beat me in two seconds flat. I don't like feeling weak, or small or anything. I think that's the only reason I don't like him. There's also that deal with Natalia…
…but I'd rather not touch that subject.
Dist: If you looked up 'creepy' or 'mad scientist' in the dictionary he'd be right there, grinning that freaky grin of his. I never liked him. Not when he was experimenting on me, not when I first joined the Order, not when I had to go on missions with him…never. I'll never like him. I don't like to get close to him than what's necessary. Besides, he replicated me. Even if it was orders under Van, he still had a hand in it, and I'm not quite happy at that fact.
Sync: How do I begin? Well, first, he's probably the most spiteful kid I've ever known. Always sneering and ordering people around, or spouting insults. He has a sort of simmering anger. Anger beneath the surface, just boiling, ready to burst if you went far enough. He'd never yell at you, though, of course not. He was sadistic. He'd find a way to rub salt in your wounds. If it wasn't during business, and he was in a foul enough mood, you'd be his target. I can't say I haven't seen his anger once in awhile, but let me tell you. That kid annoys me. Horribly.
Legretta: She's way too quiet. It's awkward to be around her; you're always not sure what to say. Me, not really liking company, wouldn't mind this at all, right? Wrong. It was not so much comforting, as it was unnerving. She was always down to business (not that I blame her, considering her job) and never really said anything else. Sometimes she'd scold me for mistakes I made (I'm human too), but that was it. You had to wonder what she found fun or nice or…well anything. As long as you got an emotion out of her.
I think she was in love with Van, though. I could be wrong.
So there you have it. My wonderful, fellow God-Generals. We all had our reasons to be there, to be at Van's side, but that's not to say we got along. We had a grudging acceptance of each other, but that was only because our goals coincided. Arietta wanted the Fon Master back, Largo wanted revenge for what happened to his wife, Dist wanted his teacher back, Sync wanted to just get revenge on the whole world, and Legretta wanted revenge for her brother's death.
All revenge. That's all we wanted. Some compensation from the world that ate us up and spat us out. Some form of closure, a form of payback that didn't come cheap. I'll admit it; even I wanted revenge.
But not on the world, or the Score; on the replica. That piece of trash that had stolen my life. I wanted to avenge myself, and kill what had stolen everything. I wanted him to pay for his crime, and if not from anyone else, then from me, by my own sword. I hated him, and I didn't even care to know him. Van told me bits and pieces. Apparently he was a spoiled brat; it didn't help hinder my hate. I would get my revenge on him.
And the rest of them? I didn't care. I respected Van, but the rest of them were just there. They annoyed me, but I worked alongside them anyway. Our goals coincided. There was no real reason.
But then, my goal diverged from theirs, and I found myself straying. I then heard Van's real plan, and I decided.
I didn't want what he wanted. I didn't want a replica world. I already had a replica I hated…why make more? Why use this sort of sick method?
So, I got out. I don't regret it. Sure, I left my home behind, my comfort, but I didn't care.
At least I wouldn't have to put up with those guys at work anymore.
That's the end of it!
Ah, sorry if Asch seems a bit- okay, a lot- OOC in this fic. I apologize profusely for it.
Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you have a nice day! Ciao! :3
-Apple Fairy