Postin' Rath/Wil fic while banging head against table
Waaaaaai! Posting fanfic on LJ...mainly because the whole ff.net porcess confuse me as I go on to figure it out >_>... but you'll probably see it later on ff.
Rath/Wil pairing, NOT an angsty death fic, thought it may seem like one from the beginning. Anyways, probably tons of grammar mistakes as I didn't get a beta reader in rush...bear with me =.=
Other than that, just asking if anyone had or is currently playing Fuuin no Ken/Tsurugi. Its a whoop ass game, I can tell you, with some decent pairings XD give a reply if you've played it, wanna hear some shout outs from FnK fans! Off to work on some fanarts, so expect that soon.
...I'll stop the crap and on with the fic, PG-13ish for...well, "references"...
Struck
Fire Emblem One Shot, Shonen ai
Wil's POV, Rath/Wil
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The sharp tip of the wooden, hand-made arrow felt cool against my finger. Everything feels so absent. I guess I wasn't paying much attention as the sharp edge pierced against my skin, leaving a minor cut. I didn't even notice as blood trickled down. I'm thinking about something, of course being ever so distracted. Its weird, I feel ever so distracted and careless with him around me. My eyes fully concentrated on his masculine yet delicate features, those dark locks with such a lovely shade of green, how I longed to touch.
I continued to gaze at him as he firmly pulled back the string attached to his bow. The arrow swiftly flied through the air and struck the middle of the practice target.
Struck.
I always loved the action of a striking arrow. Piercing through... Rebecca always told me to make a wish every time an arrow strikes. It sounded so odd and naive, she was always fantasizing about such faerie tales. I never believed in all that magical faerie stories, and I won't start now. But don;'t tell that to Rebecca.
But just maybe...
Of how many arrows I had fired by pulling back the string of my bow, there was this once... just once, I wished... while standing beside him, I wished....
As the arrow escaped from my fingers, stray thoughts ran through my head. Thoughts of him. I had loved his cold yet stoic expression, his silence. Quite the opposite from me, but I seems to become thoughtful and calm around him. I even surprised myself on how I acted while standing next to him.
Struck.
I wish...to be together, if only for a few minutes, just to enjoy the silence. Its all I ask. No affection, no love, just let me enjoy the silence around him.
Silence is what he loved, and he is teaching me to love the silence. He is silence.
Some say love means to live a sugary tooth-rotting eternal life with that special someone. So I'm not a romantic, bite me. All you need is that mutual element, and two people to be brought together by it.
Silence.
I used to hate it, hate it so much that I couldn't stand it for a single second. Needless to say, I changed because of him. He taught me to love it.
I'd figured he was ever so annoyed by my endless chatters, everybody was. He rarely responds, yet never shown any sign of annoyance. I hated the silent responds he gave me, I felt ignored. Yet, the urge of being around him and talk to him was ever so strong, and stronger by days. Even with the silence I hated to much.
Silence.
I shortly grew used to it, because I was used to him. We've fought together, out arrows struck together. I felt close to him, and I loved the silence, his silence. We've trained together, I felt save and ensure as his arms circled around my waist as we rose on his stallion. His chest felt firm and warm as I leaned back... even just for a few moments. I felt protected... yes, that's the word.
I wonder what he would say if he knew what I was thinking about. He was a silent and noble warrior of Kutolah. He told me about the honor of his tribe and many tales of Sacae. He fought with honor...of course he wouldn't have time to play puppy love with me. I admit myself extremely foolish, he'd probably think this is silly. I wonder what it would feel like when the tip of the arrow is pierced against my heart. Silly silly thoughts.
He's so pretty...yes, pretty, such a childish word. Beautiful. His hair, his face his body, his eyes... such pretty features. How I longed to touch.
This train of endless thoughts seems to be going nowhere. My eyes still fully fixed on the arrow he fired. He turned around and looked at me with his clear, dark green eyes. softly spoken words reaching my ears.
"Wil... your finger is bleeding..."
Deep and smooth... with the slightest hint of concern. Beautiful.
"Oh! Wow, I didn't even notice! Don't worry, its just a minor wound."
I'd say I did a pretty good job on hiding my train of thoughts, with the slightest feeling that my cheeks are warmed up.
"Are you sure...?"
His voice...I want him to whisper into my ears. Ever so... sensual.
"Yep!"
I gave him a haste nod, slowly covering up the cut by curling in my hand.
"Even if its minor, you still need to treat it, come..."
He reached out to my hand and took my wrist, guiding me to the nearest stream.
"Meeeep...Rath, you're over reacting."
I let out a small yelp as he took my hand. Ok, so the cut was a little deep and its still bleeding, blame him for distracting me while I'm holding the arrowhead. I pouted at the thought of that. He examined my cut as we walked toward the stream. He dipped my hend into the water and gently rubbed his own hand against mine to clean the clotted blood from previous bleeding.
Just as the air was getting thicker and warmer, the hand-rubbing got more... affectionate, and I got to lean closer...
"QUACK!"
"Eeeeeep!"
I literally squeaked; something like Guy would sound like when he's around Matthew. Backing away from the water, and I was back-to-chest against Rath, how should i describe this... I was sitting in his lap and leaning against his chest. So... firm and strong... must be what they called hormones. But now its not the time, I mentally slapped myself. The duck is after me.
He slightly rose an eyebrow, staring ever so intensely at my -current position-, which I coughed out loud at. He backed away a bit and leaving me leaning back lower. Er.... Shut up, hormone. This is not helping... at all..
"Wil... Wil?"
"Eeeep! Its staring at me with those beady little eyes! Its yellow and fuzzy and evil!"
I squeaked again... wow, for shame. I turned away from the evil yellow fuzz ball and... great, I'm face-to-chest with Rath. But I'm too scared of the duck to care about that. Shut up, hormone! I clutched at his chest... so... firm. My hormones are taking over, not good.
He stared down at me, with the ever so slight brow-raised. Damn his sexy brow-raising expression. Stupid hormone.
"Its just a duck..."
"Its not just a duck! Its evil! I mean come on! Its yellow!"
There seems to be a ever so slight smirk curved on his lips. So evil, but damn sexy. He slowly moved toward the water, aka where the evil little fuzz ball is standing...
Oh no...no he don't.
"Rath...don't you dare!"
"...Its a duck."
"But... but... I hate ducks!"
I practically wailed while flapping my arms up and down. Nice going Wil, very smooth. Shut up hormone. He's just moving closer and closer to the stream, and the duck. Damn him and his damn sexy smirk.
Wait... He's got his arms around me. I should be happy, but to choose between snogging Rath and staying away from the duck, I'd rather go with no-duck. Sorry hormone.
"Waaaaaaaaah! Lemme go Lemme go Lemme go!"
Ok, the arm flap didn't work, he's got me wrapped tight, Well, I'm trapped, hope my hormone's happy.
Wait, I've still got my feet. I started struggling with my legs and frantically moving my feet. If I knew whats going to happen next, I'd regret doing this so. My boots slipped against the wet, muddy grass field underneath and slowly slid down. Shame on Rath for not noticing. I pouted again... I started to slid faster and eventually managed to drag Rath into the water with me. The duck gracefully dodged and flapped its wings.
...
"Told you the duck was evil!"
I was totally wet, hair plastered against my neck and forehead. Ignoring the fact, I pointed an accusing finger at the duck.
"I agree..."
Rath was wet too, he took off his bandanna, letting free his dark green locks. Scanning down, his shirt was practically see-through, I mentally drooled at the sight, and don't forget about the mental images.
I swear I'm going to beat up my hormone one day.
The duck turned around and poked its but at me and arrogantly walked away. Leaving me alone with Rath, with see-through shirts. Shut up hormone.
"I'm disappointed in you, Rath,"
I pouted for God-knows-how-many-times, actually what was just the third time for the day.
"Its ok... the duck is gone,"
He idly slanted an arm around my shoulder, leaving my cheeks warmed again.
"forgive me?"
That sounds... quite strange. Rath packing up the literally verbal puppy eyes in two words. Damn his sexy voice. Shut up hormone.
"...yea."
We got up, with water dripping from both, leaving quite a trail behind. Giving both a better view of you-know-what have to do with soaked shirts. Shut up hormone. Rath doesn't seem to mind, in fact, he's staring at me... creepy. I never knew he was that kind of guy.
"We better get back to camp and get changed."
Nooo! I don't want to go back, I want to stay and look at his sexy body- shut up hormone. Besides, I don't being wet, and being stared.
"Can we stay, just for a moment, please?"
Now I'm giving him the real puppy eyes that no one can resist.
"Ok, just put away the watery eyes..."
Yep, it worked. Now, back to staring. Shut up Hormone. Ah, the comfortable silence taking over again as we sat down in the shade. Comfortable. Almost too comfortable. Ok, now I want to break it. There goes I start something pointless.
"Hey Rath..."
"...Hn?"
"Tell me a story."
Pointless enough. I scooted a bit closer to the handsome nomad next to me, leaning on his side.
"I don't tell stories."
"You told me stories before! Tell me a Sacaean faerie tale!"
"...Faerie tale?"
The goddamn eyebrow-raising expression again.
"Ok, just tell a story!"
I almost had to bring out the puppy eyes there,once again. Courtesy of Rebecca's "lessons" to wail, whine, and beg.
"Fine."
That was easy, must be the tell-me-a-story-or-I'll-give-you-the-eye
"Yea! I love you Rathy!"
I literally jumped and squeezed him with a hug. Shut up hormone. Which by the way, I noticed the slightest hint of shock and...blush (wow), on his face. My hormone's probably having a party down there right now.
Hey... what's he doing? He slowly wrapped his arms around me, I think he's hugging back. Wait. He's guiding me down to... lay my head on his lap. I think this is close to a part which almost satisfies my hormone. His lap felt warm... ooooh... warm... shut up hormone.
"There was a saying passed down from my ancestors,"
He began, slowly. Ah, I love his voice. I silently lied on his lap and listened.
"every time a warrior pulls back his bow, a wish will be fulfilled as the arrow struck its target. Many of my tribe had passed on the tradition by tying notes that contains messages or such on the arrowhead..."
Sounds familiar... have Rebecca been talking to Rath? Meh... I doubt it.
"The tale had been passed down through many generations, and the tradition still exists today."
"Wow, you know... I've heard the same story from Rebecca, so I guess the story has an origin... I thought it was something Rebecca made up."
I scratched the back of my head and grinned at him. Looking up, thin rays of sun shine can be found through spaces in between the leaves as the soft, warm breeze blew by. I looked at his face, hand reached out to touch his hair and gently twirl my fingers around it.
"You've heard... so, did you... ever..."
There was a short pause, he seems hesitated.
"...believe it? Have you ever made any wish?"
"I usually don't believe in faerie tales, but... there was this once thoguh... what about you, Rath? Have you?"
"... Once, yes."
Never thought Rath would believe in all that fluffy faerie stuff. I mean, he doesn't seem like that kind of guy, but... wonder what he wished for. If he ever found out I wished for, he'd probably... um... I don't know, he's pretty unpredictable. But my wish did come true. right? ... the silence came back, and we're together. I'm laying in his lap after all. Shut up hormone.
"Hey Rath... what did you wish for?"
I sat up, eyes never leaving his green ones. He lowered his head a bit.
"That, I'm not telling unless you tell me what you wished for first..."
He slowly whispered into my ears, giving me a bit of chill. Ok, it was sensual, but still gives me the creeps. Not to mention putting a interesting shade of red on my face. His arm crept around my waist, resting his head against mine.
"So, are you going to tell me?"
"No...not yet, guess..."
I manage to utter out those words... some how, considering I feel like I could melt into a pile of goo right there at the moment, feeling Rath's soft breath tingling against my lips. Go me... and my hormones.
"I don't want to... though I think I already know..."
Closer, closer, a little more... little more...
"You'll never get it..."
"Give me a hint..."
"No..."
"Then it shall forever remain a mystery..."
Oooooh... his lips are so soft... and warm... I can feel his lips trailing down my neck, collar bone, lower, lower, lower- not that low, shut up hormone.
...I take back the fact that Rath doesn't have time to play puppy love with me, maybe he is just as foolish as I am... silly Rath... I feel like giggling...
He just groped me... some how I can feel my left eye twitching...
Shut up hormone.
~Fin~
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