Suikoden V-Day Drabbles
So I am supposedly doing 200k for WriYe this year... I think I've written 10k or so of junk. Seriously there is nothing good there. Even the stuff below isn't great, but maybe because it's fanfiction, someone else might actually enjoy it. As usual, all of the Suikoden games are copyright of Konami. I just borrow the characters :)
Viktor was whistling loudly as he entered the room he shared with Flik at Dunan Castle. Today had been an exceptionally good day, especially since he managed to embarrass his lover at the tactical meeting earlier in the day with a well-timed wink. Speaking of said lover, Flik was lounging on his bed, half-naked, a book in his hand. Viktor grinned at the sight, and then noticed a gift-wrapped box lying on his dresser.
"A gift for me?" Flik nodded. Viktor picked up the box and weighed it with one hand. "Flik, you know you don't need to spend your potch this way, though I do like gifts..." Viktor tore off the red paper carelessly, throwing the lid along with it onto the floor. "Heart-shaped chocolates? I didn't know you were so romantic."
Flik didn't say anything. Viktor laughed and plopped one of the chocolates into his mouth. For a moment he was still smiling... Then his eyes bulged and he was spitting out the half-chewed chocolate into his hand.
"Blegh! What the hell is this?"
Flik laughed. He was holding three more boxes identical to the first. "Well, I guess I better get rid of the rest of these..."
Exhausted from the day's work, Miklotov was about to sit down on his bed when he noticed a piece of paper lying on his pillow. It was red and shaped in an odd fashion. Miklotov picked the piece of paper and noticed a glint of gold.
"Be my Valentine?" Miklotov read aloud.
"Of course I will." To Miklotov's surprise, Camus was standing behind him, a smile on his face. Miklotov hadn't heard Camus come in, nor make his way right behind him. He felt Camus's arms circle around him, a kiss on the back of his neck. Miklotov leaned into Camus's touch, closing his eyes. Training the soldiers today had been quite frustrating. It was nice to have someone to hold him right now. Miklotov mumbled.
"Hmm, what is it?" Camus asked, his lips close to Miklotov's right ear now.
"What's a Valentine?"
"It means I love only you, Miklotov."
Borus combed through his hair, wiped his mouth, straightened his clothes. He still didn't understand why everyone was snickering at him. It had been impossible to train the new recruits while they continued to share giggles. The laughter only intensified when Percival entered the room. Borus turned around and glared at the dark-haired man.
"Percival, what did you do?" Borus demanded, stalking towards him.
"My dear Borus, don't be so upset," Percival said sweetly, extending his arms out. He smiled. "I just decorated your neck, that's all."
"What do you mean?" Borus touched the back of his neck with his fingers. His fingers picked up a bit of black powder. He rubbed the area with his palm and found that the entire palm became black. "Did you write something there?"
"Maybe," Percival replied, shrugging. "Nothing that they didn't all know already. Since you do love me, right?"
"Argh!" Borus believed more crude information had been written on his neck, but he had just erased the proof. He threw up his hands and was about to cradle his face in frustration when Percival grabbed them.
"Don't soot your pretty face," Percival said. He slowly let Borus's hands free. As soon as he could, Borus smacked Percival in the chest and stormed off, but not before he heard Percival say cheerfully, "By the way, Happy Valentine's Day!"
Viktor was whistling loudly as he entered the room he shared with Flik at Dunan Castle. Today had been an exceptionally good day, especially since he managed to embarrass his lover at the tactical meeting earlier in the day with a well-timed wink. Speaking of said lover, Flik was lounging on his bed, half-naked, a book in his hand. Viktor grinned at the sight, and then noticed a gift-wrapped box lying on his dresser.
"A gift for me?" Flik nodded. Viktor picked up the box and weighed it with one hand. "Flik, you know you don't need to spend your potch this way, though I do like gifts..." Viktor tore off the red paper carelessly, throwing the lid along with it onto the floor. "Heart-shaped chocolates? I didn't know you were so romantic."
Flik didn't say anything. Viktor laughed and plopped one of the chocolates into his mouth. For a moment he was still smiling... Then his eyes bulged and he was spitting out the half-chewed chocolate into his hand.
"Blegh! What the hell is this?"
Flik laughed. He was holding three more boxes identical to the first. "Well, I guess I better get rid of the rest of these..."
Exhausted from the day's work, Miklotov was about to sit down on his bed when he noticed a piece of paper lying on his pillow. It was red and shaped in an odd fashion. Miklotov picked the piece of paper and noticed a glint of gold.
"Be my Valentine?" Miklotov read aloud.
"Of course I will." To Miklotov's surprise, Camus was standing behind him, a smile on his face. Miklotov hadn't heard Camus come in, nor make his way right behind him. He felt Camus's arms circle around him, a kiss on the back of his neck. Miklotov leaned into Camus's touch, closing his eyes. Training the soldiers today had been quite frustrating. It was nice to have someone to hold him right now. Miklotov mumbled.
"Hmm, what is it?" Camus asked, his lips close to Miklotov's right ear now.
"What's a Valentine?"
"It means I love only you, Miklotov."
Borus combed through his hair, wiped his mouth, straightened his clothes. He still didn't understand why everyone was snickering at him. It had been impossible to train the new recruits while they continued to share giggles. The laughter only intensified when Percival entered the room. Borus turned around and glared at the dark-haired man.
"Percival, what did you do?" Borus demanded, stalking towards him.
"My dear Borus, don't be so upset," Percival said sweetly, extending his arms out. He smiled. "I just decorated your neck, that's all."
"What do you mean?" Borus touched the back of his neck with his fingers. His fingers picked up a bit of black powder. He rubbed the area with his palm and found that the entire palm became black. "Did you write something there?"
"Maybe," Percival replied, shrugging. "Nothing that they didn't all know already. Since you do love me, right?"
"Argh!" Borus believed more crude information had been written on his neck, but he had just erased the proof. He threw up his hands and was about to cradle his face in frustration when Percival grabbed them.
"Don't soot your pretty face," Percival said. He slowly let Borus's hands free. As soon as he could, Borus smacked Percival in the chest and stormed off, but not before he heard Percival say cheerfully, "By the way, Happy Valentine's Day!"