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SUIKO EMO FIC; OH MY GOD IT'S SO OOC
Topic Started: Dec 2 2006, 11:13 PM (1,297 Views)
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MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR SUIKODEN 1 SO IF YOU EVER THINK YOU MIGHT BE ABLE TO PLAY IT DON'T READ.

This isn't my fic idea. I read a similar fic on FF.net about 6-7 years ago, and it was so hilariously bad and non-canon that I found it to be the best thing ever. Since then, I've been searching high and low for the fic, but I could never find it, it apparently has been lost to FF.net's cleaners. Anyway, I decided to try my hand at recreating the fic, but better, and more awesome. Kinda like the Six million dollar man, but if he had been Inspector Gadget. So without further ado...


A Midnight Walk

I’m laying in bed, staring at the blank stone ceiling of my room. I feel so hot I can’t sleep. It’s just too damn hot in this room. I threw my covers and bedclothes onto the floor hours ago, but I’m still sweating. The window is open, and I can feel the sea breeze from outside drifting over my naked body, but I still don’t feel any cooler. I feel like I might be running a fever, but I know that’s not the case. I know it because my right hand hurts. It’s not a sharp pain; it’s more of a dull throbbing, like my bones are growing too big for my fingers.

I lift my arm up into the air overhead, and stare at the back of my hand to see the Souleater glowing ominously. The hideous black robed figure that makes up the body of the rune is lit up all around with a dull light like some kind of angel of mercy or something. Ha! What a fucking joke. I knows what it wants, and I know I can’t do anything to stop it. This isn’t the first time it’s done this, of course. Once on that night before the raid on the Liberation army Headquarters that claimed the life of Odessa. And once again, as we were preparing to enter Soniere Prison to evacuate Dr. Luikan. Gremio had died then.

My mind spins with the obvious conclusions these facts bring to mind. Someone is going to die. I’m riding into battle tomorrow against Teo McDohl, feared General of the Scarlet Moon Empire. Against father. This damned rune is going to try to take him from me. It hurts enough, knowing I have to fight against my father in this damned war. But knowing that I’m going to be the one to take his life? Even if it’s not me who swings the axe that takes his head, it’ll be because of me that he dies, my presence, my love for him. My mind is reeling from the thought. My love for my own father will be the thing that kills him.

That has to be it. It’s the only logical conclusion. Maybe it’s my sleep deprivation talking to me, but it’s unlikely; the facts are all there. I grew to love Odessa’s ideals, I grew close to her, and she died. Gremio, who’s cooked stew for me since before I can remember, who’s watched over me and raised me since my mother died after giving birth. They both died. They both died because of me. Because they knew me. Because they loved me, and I loved them.

It’s far too much to bear.

Alone.

I guess I’m not alone. I’ve got a castle with some fifty-odd followers built all around me. Pahn’s still here, and so is Cleo. Flik, Viktor, Sanchez, and Humphrey are all here supporting me. But they’re not really “friends” in the strictest sense. Pahn and Cleo are like my brother and sister, but we were never really that close. Viktor and the others are only here because of Odessa and her will that I be the new leader of the Liberation Army. Our friendship isn’t really love, in any sense. And I can’t let them in any closer. I don’t want them to die. It feels terrible, having to keep them all at arms length; I’m scared I’m coming off as cold and heartless to the troops. Mathieu says otherwise, that the troops understand my burden, but I know that there’s no way they can.

The pain is growing worse. It never hurt this much before. The ache is creeping down my arm and I can see my upper arm twitching in the moonlight. The little veins just under the skin are starting to show, and it’s really starting to hurt. Fuck, I need to get up and walk around. Try and get my mind off this pain.

I pull myself up from the mattress and pad across the stone floor to the large wooden door leading to the outer hall. I’m so delirious from exhaustion and pain that I don’t even bother to throw any clothes on, I need to get out of this confining room and get some air. Pushing the door open, I stumble out into the hallway and creep along the silent halls and into the stairwell. I make it down the first flight of stairs to the landing, but suddenly I feel weak in the knees. The blood is rushing to my head...my arm is throbbing...my head is throbbing. My legs buckle out from beneath me, and I collapse to the ground.

My breath. It’s...getting short. It’s hard to breathe. The pain in my arm is almost unbearable. I can see the veins all up my arm at this point. The moonlight from the window nearby is illuminating it like some kind of sideshow. My arm is throbbing, my veins look like they’re about to pop.

My veins.

The light from the window.

Gotta stop this pain.

I know it’s going to hurt but at this point I don’t care anymore. The pain from my arm, from this damned rune, is too much. I can’t will it away, I can’t ignore it anymore, so I’ll out-pain it. I’ll stop the pain by causing my own. I push myself onto my hands and knees, gritting my teeth. Only a few moments, it’ll be done. It’ll hurt, but it won’t be this. I stand up, but the pain is making me dizzy. I stumble to the wall, trying desperately to hold myself up. I reach up with my left hand, and grab the window sill. The window, I’ve just got to get to the window. Slowly, I pull myself up with my good arm. God, the pain is stunning at this point. With strength I don’t know of, I raise my right hand and punch through the stained glass window.

The rain of blades is almost comforting as I fall back to the ground.

My whole arm is cut up now. My leg too, and my stomach. Some of the shards sprayed back and hit me. I never knew they were so sharp. The pain is inviting. It’s less than before, but the release of the blood is almost comforting. My right arm isn’t hurting quite so much. I feel around with my left hand, and I find a fairly large shard of glass. I wrap my fingers around it, I clench it in my fist and hold it up over myself. In the moonlight, I can see the glass digging into my hand, and I can see the crimson blood shining and dripping down onto my stomach. I hold up my right hand, all the cuts oozing blood. I see the outline of the rune, still glowing.

“So, fucker. Still feeling powerful? Think you’re so great? Here, let me show the world how happy you are.”

I reach across with my left, and carve a deep smile into the face of the rune. The blood oozes out and runs down my arm. The rune’s glow fades. Guess he’s not so happy now that he has a smile to wear.

I hear footsteps. Someone’s running down the stairs. Not that I need help. Nope, no help at all. I fixed the problem, I feel better than ever. I’m all ok now.

“Holy shit! Young Master, are you ok? What the fuck did you do? Someone, anyone! Luikan! Mathieu! Someone? Help!”

I never felt the pain again, after that night.
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