Person (ex_person683) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-07-03 23:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: person, f: suikoden iii, july 03, p: ayame/chris |
Last Night, Suikoden III (Ayame/Chris)
Title: Last Night
Author: Person
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word count: 1639
Prompt: Suikoden III - Ayame/Chris - tracing scars - "you'll be gone tomorrow"
Chris was glad, of course, to be returning to her duties as a knight of Zexen after so long an absence, but she couldn't help but feel a little sorry that doing so required leaving Budehuc Castle behind. Since the time she had first stumbled across it while accompanying Percival to his village's festival it had become much like a second home to her; more of one even than her house in Vinay del Zexay after all the effort she'd put into helping it grow and flourish. Had she still been a lower ranking knight she might even have tried requesting to be stationed at the castle. It was doubtful that she could ever have climbed the ranks higher from such an out-of-the-way post, but glory had never really been an aspiration of hers, for all that it seemed to dog her steps wherever she went.
Still, had she been a lower ranking knight she likely never would have come to the castle to begin with. At least as things stood she'd be able to visit on occasion, although it would likely be some time before she had a chance. So she contented herself with wandering the castle one last time on the evening before she left, seeking to fix it all firmly in her mind until the day she was able to return. She roamed it all, from the murky tunnels hidden deep beneath the building, to the sunlit grounds, and, though it was the one part of the building she had no happy memories of and she needed to strip down to the tunic and leggings she wore under her armor to be able to climb the ladder up to it, she even went up to the roof. It was there that she found something which surprised her for the first time that day.
Standing in the shadow cast by one of the castle's chimneys, so still that Chris might never have noticed her if she hadn't been trained to take care in examining her surroundings, was Ayame. For a moment Chris considered trying to leave without troubling her, assuming that nobody would climb to such an out-of-the-way place unless they wanted their privacy, but then Ayame acknowledged her with the slightest nod of her head and she took it as an invitation to join her. "I apologize for disturbing you," she said as she carefully inched her way the slope of the roof towards the chimney, aware that even with her steel sabatons removed her boots offered little traction to help her keep from falling should she lose her balance.
"It's fine," Ayame replied, her eyes never leaving the horizon.
Chris waited in increasingly awkward (at least in her own mind, although Ayame seemed unaffected) silence to see if she would offer any other words, but eventually accepted that if they were going to have a conversation the ninja wasn't going to be the one to provide a topic. "I'm surprised to find you here," she finally said. "When I found out the Watari had left this morning, I thought..." She trailed off, unwilling to finish her statement. As someone who had chosen a life that placed loyalty and honor above all else, admitting that she'd thought one comrade had gone off to kill another, who they'd been fighting alongside mere days before, wasn't a thing that fell easily off her tongue.
There was silence again for long enough that Chris began to think that Ayame herself was unwilling to talk about it as well, then she suddenly said, "One day."
"Pardon?"
"I'll allow him one day to flee. No more. He'll know to be grateful for that much." She abruptly turned towards Chris and changed the subject. "I'd planned to go to the baths. Would you like to join me one last time? You'll be gone tomorrow too, I believe."
Chris hesitated for a moment, remembering that she had come up there for a reason even if it wasn't an especially important one. But she told herself that there was still enough time in the day for her to climb up again later if she wished, and nodded. "I'd like that."
As she turned to carefully begin creeping back up the roof to the trapdoor leading down into the attic Ayame, not even looking at her, offered her a supporting arm. Chris took it gladly.