A 300-movie fic!!! XD
A 300-movie fic
Author:
souseki_naora a.k.a bloodynaked and
ravient
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, a little bit angst
Summary: Stelios’ point of view of the war. At the last moment of his life, Stelios remembered his captain’s son and the moments when they were together… Stelios x Astinos. Yaoi.
Disclaimer: We don’t own 300 or any of its characters, unless we bought it from them, which is quite impossible to happen since both of us are poor cheapskate students. But for some plots of this fic, we do own it.
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“Stelios…”
I could still hear his voice. I could still see his image, his smile… I could still see his shadow fighting beside me all this time.
And now I can see him again. Clearly…
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King Leonidas checked out his 300 men one by one. We’re going to battle, I knew it. I was always waiting for this moment whole of my life. That’s why I suddenly blurted out, “I’m ready to fight, Sire” out of nowhere like that.
But the king acknowledged me. And he seemed quite pleased.
He continued checking other people with Captain Artemis as well until he suddenly stopped and mentioned, “He’s just too young. He should be in home, marrying a girl and having a family right now” And I couldn’t help but looked at whom he’s saying.
Yes, he definitely was young. Maybe the youngest of us.
The captain answered him, “That’s my eldest son. I think he’s old enough to go to the war. Besides I already have the other successor if I lose him. And certainly, he’s not younger than us the first time we jumped into the battle ourselves.” The king only agreed to this.
Wow, that’s quite a thing to say, Captain. But your son is definitely too young, Sire. Even me, I already have a family at this age. Yeah, as if I’d say that.
But he, the captain’s son… He realized I still looked at him. He looked back at me and smiled. And that was the first time I felt happy other than fighting and hunting animals.
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I’m quite pleased I managed to stab that Persian. He talks too much and demands too much. At first I didn’t know why King Leonidas would kneel before his enemy, until he called my name…
“Stelios!”
…and I got his message.
“Good boy.” The king praised me. And our army suddenly spreads out and attacks them.
The other Persians start to shoot their arrows to us. We’re dying one by one. But not me, not until I could get revenge upon him. Not until…
.
I look below. I can feel a lance stabbed to my stomach, and some arrows at my back…
I smirk. Somehow I enjoy this. If I’m going to die, at least I really want to die honorable and in a war like this. That’s my dream. That’s my wish.
But I’m not going to die just like this. I’ll fight beside my king until my last breath. For Sparta. For King Leonidas. For myself. And for Astinos…
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We won the first day battle. It was a good start.
And we celebrated it at the fire. Dilios even told us some good stories to light up our spirit. We cheered, we shouted, we trained… We did whatever we wanted that night.
King Leonidas just contemplated over this day’s event alone by himself. Sometimes Captain Artemis would come talk to him.
I looked around, and I found him sitting alone at a rock opposite of me. So I came to sit beside him and tried to start a conversation.
“Hey, a good battle, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I hope we can also continue this pace tomorrow”
“Oh, sure we will. Er…”
“Astinos. My name is Astinos. At least remember your comrades’ names. Gee…”
“Well, sorry about that.”
We told stories and shared our opinion about this battle. We got along smoothly, maybe because both of us were quite young, and he didn’t have anyone else to talk to, since the big difference in age with anyone else. Couldn’t be helped, the others were at his father’s age after all.
“Oh, and you should see that Arcadian’s face when I said the biggest honor for a Spartan is to die at war like this. He thinks I’m mad.”
And he smiled all along.
…how his smiled instantly captured my sanity.
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I stab and slash another Persian coming my way. I don’t care if I’m bleeding a lot. I can still fight.
I can still move, I’m not dead yet. That’s the only reason why I have to keep moving and slashing those Persians.
But why does it get difficult to move?
Why is my vision getting blurry?
Why do I feel sore?
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“Why are you laughing?”
I stopped chuckling, “Nah. It’s just funny.”
“What’s so funny?”
“The way you say my name clearly like that…”
He frowned, “Huh? What’s so funny with calling you Stelios? That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“It is. I just wonder because Captain Artemis can’t even call me right. He always calls me Stumblios…”
He rolled his eyes, “Oh, that. I wonder why he always calls you that. But I’m not my father, alright? I won’t call you that just because you often stumble over something…”
“I don’t”
“Yes you do”
“I don’t”
“You do”
“I don’t”
“You do”
“I don’t”
“You don’t”
“I do”
“See? Even yourself admit it…”
I blinked once, twice. And Astinos just grinned. That little bastard. How dared he trick me…
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I shout out my loudest cry.
I won’t be beaten here.
I pull out the lance and arrows stabbed into me. I try to move my sword, but I can’t reach any enemy.
They even get some ‘immortals’ as reinforcement. Great.
Shit. Now I can’t even move my legs.
I see my comrades lying at the ground with their bloody body.
Hey, Astinos… Am I going to die here?
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The night after the bonfire celebration, we were together. I felt happier here with him than with my family back at home. I really wished this moment would last like this longer.
We embraced each other tight because we knew we could die anytime tomorrow or the day after.
I knew he’s too young to die. I knew he’s not afraid, but still I didn’t want him to die.
It must be very naïve for me to think about it. I knew we’re at war.
We’re lucky to survive until now under King Leonidas’ order. But what about tomorrow?
I just embraced him tighter. The feel of his body heat eased me a little. I really didn’t want to let go. I was afraid that if I let him go he would leave me for sure.
“…Stelios…”
“Yes? Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head. “I feel sore…”
“Sorry, was I too rough?”
He glared at me, “Were you too rough? Are you kidding? You just rammed yourself in and out of me like that… You beast! Don’t you know we still have to fight tomorrow? How about if I can’t fight because of you? How about…”
“Relax, relax… I know… That’s why I’m saying I’m sorry…”
We were silent for a moment. I really didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what possessed me before that I suddenly went pulling him out of the crowd and we started to… Uh…
“Hey, Stelios…”
I looked at him in the eye, to let him know I listened.
“…Does my father… hate me?”
“Why are you asking that?”
“I… I just want to be acknowledged by him… He always criticizes me no matter what I do… He never praises me…”
I widened my eyes, I couldn’t believe he thought about something as trivia as that.
“Maybe captain’s just being too proud. But he believes in you doesn’t he? That’s why he brought you over to help us fight…”
He smiled, but not convinced, “I hope you’re right…”
I rolled my eyes and thwacked him at the forehead, “Of course I’m always right, silly…”
He pushed me away, “What? Cocky, aren’t you?”
“Nah… Want me to show you how cocky I am?”
He smirked playfully, completely forgot what just happened, “Do you even have a cock?”
“Oh yes I do. Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow though…”
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Oh right. I remember those…
And I still cherish them. You know, Astinos… I still can’t believe they kill you just like that. You are too good to die…
Sometimes I really wish it was me instead of you. You’re still young, you should’ve had a long life…
Astinos…
I’m stupid, aren’t I?
How can I be laying here while my king stands still there and keeps fighting?
I think it’s quite irony… It should’ve been us protecting the king, not the other way around.
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I saw Astinos stood by himself and readied his lance. He made a position and threw it with all his might to that running beast.
It hit.
That beast ran slower and slower and finally stopped dead in front of us. He pulled his lance out of that beast’s thick skin and stabbed it quickly to the Persians nearby.
For a moment I could only watch his fighting in amazement. The way he fought just like a dance. A very beautiful dance. And it sucked me in.
I jumped at him to fight beside him. We killed many enemies. He watched my back while I watched his. He killed my enemy while I killed his. Together. And if I could catch his eye even for a millisecond, he would throw a smile at me. (1)
And together we killed the last Persian soldier in sight.
After we finished, we looked at each other, and he grinned like he wanted to say ‘I killed more than you did’. I grinned back and messed his hair.
Captain Artemis looked at us and the dead Persian soldiers lying under his feet, and he beamed loudly, “Astinos, my son, I’m so proud of you!”
And Astinos looked pleased. He looked like he finally achieved something worth his life.
And it really cost him his life, indeed. (2)
His father and I could only watch in horror when that moment happened…
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I sigh.
I can’t fight anymore like this, can I, Astinos?
That time, when you died… When that Persian bastard slaughtered you… I was shocked to death. I wanted to shout, I wanted to cry… But I couldn’t. I wonder why I couldn’t.
But your father, he was in agony. He screeched like thunder over your dead body. It was cruel, very cruel, separating your head from your body like that, and in front of MY very own eyes.
I wish I didn’t see the very moment that Persian killed you. I wish I could show my emotions like your father. But who am I to do that? I’m just a Spartan, and our rule is that we show no weakness, and showing emotions is weakness.
But I could always tell everyone that the droplet of water running from my eyes were because the dust, not because I was crying. Really. (3)
Hey, do you know that your father cried… Last night he even said he regretted that he didn’t have any chance to say how much you really mean to him and he really loves you so. Maybe you died with no regret. But I do. I still have regret. But it’s alright. You died like a great warrior of Sparta. You died like a Spartan. And you died knowing you’re a son loved by your father. Maybe that’s enough for you.
But as for me… Here I am, lying defenselessly on the ground like this… And I can barely catch my breath anymore… I’m pathetic…
King Leonidas was shot with arrows too but he still fights. How shameful of me… I can’t stand, I can’t move… What should I do now?
When king falls, I try to grab his hand, “It’s… been… an honor… to fight… with you… Sire…” and he smiled back, “It’s been an honor to be whom you fight beside with, Stelios…”
And my vision is getting darker…
…but I can still see my king tries to stand and walk forward…
…and the Persians army readies their arrows.
Heh. I smirked. This will be the last.
Astinos… Wait for me, I’m coming.
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END
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(1). This was the scene where we got hyper and giggled at the screen, and the very one that inspired us to make this fic. What we mean is… Oh, come on, guys, don’t tell us you can’t see those two being a bit too ‘close’ for damn sake? Gee, if you can’t see that then you must be blind then.
(2). Gee… Why did they decide to kill him like that? Poor Astinos… and poor Stelios too for losing his lover. Aww… F*ck! We hate this scene, it’s such a pity they cut this little lovey-dovey couple.
(3). We always wanted to describe Stelios’ expression when they killed Astinos right in front of his eyes. How would Stelios feel? What would he do? Was he shocked? Was he sad? Was he angry? Or did he just let go as if nothing happened? Would he want to avenge him? Of course he realized that he was in war, but would he show his emotions, as a Spartan? Those sorts of questions especially, that plagued our mind.
souseki_naora a.k.a bloodynaked’s comment: Well, I hope it’s not that bad… it’s difficult for me to make a fic about some unknown guys whose names were never mentioned more than your right hand’s fingers. And it’s very difficult, indeed, to search for their name, their personality, etc. So I just made it like this. I hope it’s not too weird, though I believe Astinos’ character being too OOC. Can’t help it, sorry.
ravient’s comment: Actually, this fic was made by bloodynaked. She doesn't want to be bothered with the title. I only helped her for the idea, searched the information, and beta-ed it a little bit. Her English is so damn good! So, I think there’s only a little, very little, mistake that she made! I just could laugh when she added the Kamio and Shinji's conversation in this fic.. lol.. so, Hope you like it~ and thanks for reading~
Author:
souseki_naora a.k.a bloodynaked and
ravient
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, a little bit angst
Summary: Stelios’ point of view of the war. At the last moment of his life, Stelios remembered his captain’s son and the moments when they were together… Stelios x Astinos. Yaoi.
Disclaimer: We don’t own 300 or any of its characters, unless we bought it from them, which is quite impossible to happen since both of us are poor cheapskate students. But for some plots of this fic, we do own it.
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“Stelios…”
I could still hear his voice. I could still see his image, his smile… I could still see his shadow fighting beside me all this time.
And now I can see him again. Clearly…
---
King Leonidas checked out his 300 men one by one. We’re going to battle, I knew it. I was always waiting for this moment whole of my life. That’s why I suddenly blurted out, “I’m ready to fight, Sire” out of nowhere like that.
But the king acknowledged me. And he seemed quite pleased.
He continued checking other people with Captain Artemis as well until he suddenly stopped and mentioned, “He’s just too young. He should be in home, marrying a girl and having a family right now” And I couldn’t help but looked at whom he’s saying.
Yes, he definitely was young. Maybe the youngest of us.
The captain answered him, “That’s my eldest son. I think he’s old enough to go to the war. Besides I already have the other successor if I lose him. And certainly, he’s not younger than us the first time we jumped into the battle ourselves.” The king only agreed to this.
Wow, that’s quite a thing to say, Captain. But your son is definitely too young, Sire. Even me, I already have a family at this age. Yeah, as if I’d say that.
But he, the captain’s son… He realized I still looked at him. He looked back at me and smiled. And that was the first time I felt happy other than fighting and hunting animals.
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I’m quite pleased I managed to stab that Persian. He talks too much and demands too much. At first I didn’t know why King Leonidas would kneel before his enemy, until he called my name…
“Stelios!”
…and I got his message.
“Good boy.” The king praised me. And our army suddenly spreads out and attacks them.
The other Persians start to shoot their arrows to us. We’re dying one by one. But not me, not until I could get revenge upon him. Not until…
.
I look below. I can feel a lance stabbed to my stomach, and some arrows at my back…
I smirk. Somehow I enjoy this. If I’m going to die, at least I really want to die honorable and in a war like this. That’s my dream. That’s my wish.
But I’m not going to die just like this. I’ll fight beside my king until my last breath. For Sparta. For King Leonidas. For myself. And for Astinos…
---
We won the first day battle. It was a good start.
And we celebrated it at the fire. Dilios even told us some good stories to light up our spirit. We cheered, we shouted, we trained… We did whatever we wanted that night.
King Leonidas just contemplated over this day’s event alone by himself. Sometimes Captain Artemis would come talk to him.
I looked around, and I found him sitting alone at a rock opposite of me. So I came to sit beside him and tried to start a conversation.
“Hey, a good battle, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I hope we can also continue this pace tomorrow”
“Oh, sure we will. Er…”
“Astinos. My name is Astinos. At least remember your comrades’ names. Gee…”
“Well, sorry about that.”
We told stories and shared our opinion about this battle. We got along smoothly, maybe because both of us were quite young, and he didn’t have anyone else to talk to, since the big difference in age with anyone else. Couldn’t be helped, the others were at his father’s age after all.
“Oh, and you should see that Arcadian’s face when I said the biggest honor for a Spartan is to die at war like this. He thinks I’m mad.”
And he smiled all along.
…how his smiled instantly captured my sanity.
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I stab and slash another Persian coming my way. I don’t care if I’m bleeding a lot. I can still fight.
I can still move, I’m not dead yet. That’s the only reason why I have to keep moving and slashing those Persians.
But why does it get difficult to move?
Why is my vision getting blurry?
Why do I feel sore?
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“Why are you laughing?”
I stopped chuckling, “Nah. It’s just funny.”
“What’s so funny?”
“The way you say my name clearly like that…”
He frowned, “Huh? What’s so funny with calling you Stelios? That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“It is. I just wonder because Captain Artemis can’t even call me right. He always calls me Stumblios…”
He rolled his eyes, “Oh, that. I wonder why he always calls you that. But I’m not my father, alright? I won’t call you that just because you often stumble over something…”
“I don’t”
“Yes you do”
“I don’t”
“You do”
“I don’t”
“You do”
“I don’t”
“You don’t”
“I do”
“See? Even yourself admit it…”
I blinked once, twice. And Astinos just grinned. That little bastard. How dared he trick me…
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I shout out my loudest cry.
I won’t be beaten here.
I pull out the lance and arrows stabbed into me. I try to move my sword, but I can’t reach any enemy.
They even get some ‘immortals’ as reinforcement. Great.
Shit. Now I can’t even move my legs.
I see my comrades lying at the ground with their bloody body.
Hey, Astinos… Am I going to die here?
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The night after the bonfire celebration, we were together. I felt happier here with him than with my family back at home. I really wished this moment would last like this longer.
We embraced each other tight because we knew we could die anytime tomorrow or the day after.
I knew he’s too young to die. I knew he’s not afraid, but still I didn’t want him to die.
It must be very naïve for me to think about it. I knew we’re at war.
We’re lucky to survive until now under King Leonidas’ order. But what about tomorrow?
I just embraced him tighter. The feel of his body heat eased me a little. I really didn’t want to let go. I was afraid that if I let him go he would leave me for sure.
“…Stelios…”
“Yes? Did I wake you up?”
He shook his head. “I feel sore…”
“Sorry, was I too rough?”
He glared at me, “Were you too rough? Are you kidding? You just rammed yourself in and out of me like that… You beast! Don’t you know we still have to fight tomorrow? How about if I can’t fight because of you? How about…”
“Relax, relax… I know… That’s why I’m saying I’m sorry…”
We were silent for a moment. I really didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what possessed me before that I suddenly went pulling him out of the crowd and we started to… Uh…
“Hey, Stelios…”
I looked at him in the eye, to let him know I listened.
“…Does my father… hate me?”
“Why are you asking that?”
“I… I just want to be acknowledged by him… He always criticizes me no matter what I do… He never praises me…”
I widened my eyes, I couldn’t believe he thought about something as trivia as that.
“Maybe captain’s just being too proud. But he believes in you doesn’t he? That’s why he brought you over to help us fight…”
He smiled, but not convinced, “I hope you’re right…”
I rolled my eyes and thwacked him at the forehead, “Of course I’m always right, silly…”
He pushed me away, “What? Cocky, aren’t you?”
“Nah… Want me to show you how cocky I am?”
He smirked playfully, completely forgot what just happened, “Do you even have a cock?”
“Oh yes I do. Don’t blame me if you can’t walk tomorrow though…”
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Oh right. I remember those…
And I still cherish them. You know, Astinos… I still can’t believe they kill you just like that. You are too good to die…
Sometimes I really wish it was me instead of you. You’re still young, you should’ve had a long life…
Astinos…
I’m stupid, aren’t I?
How can I be laying here while my king stands still there and keeps fighting?
I think it’s quite irony… It should’ve been us protecting the king, not the other way around.
---
I saw Astinos stood by himself and readied his lance. He made a position and threw it with all his might to that running beast.
It hit.
That beast ran slower and slower and finally stopped dead in front of us. He pulled his lance out of that beast’s thick skin and stabbed it quickly to the Persians nearby.
For a moment I could only watch his fighting in amazement. The way he fought just like a dance. A very beautiful dance. And it sucked me in.
I jumped at him to fight beside him. We killed many enemies. He watched my back while I watched his. He killed my enemy while I killed his. Together. And if I could catch his eye even for a millisecond, he would throw a smile at me. (1)
And together we killed the last Persian soldier in sight.
After we finished, we looked at each other, and he grinned like he wanted to say ‘I killed more than you did’. I grinned back and messed his hair.
Captain Artemis looked at us and the dead Persian soldiers lying under his feet, and he beamed loudly, “Astinos, my son, I’m so proud of you!”
And Astinos looked pleased. He looked like he finally achieved something worth his life.
And it really cost him his life, indeed. (2)
His father and I could only watch in horror when that moment happened…
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I sigh.
I can’t fight anymore like this, can I, Astinos?
That time, when you died… When that Persian bastard slaughtered you… I was shocked to death. I wanted to shout, I wanted to cry… But I couldn’t. I wonder why I couldn’t.
But your father, he was in agony. He screeched like thunder over your dead body. It was cruel, very cruel, separating your head from your body like that, and in front of MY very own eyes.
I wish I didn’t see the very moment that Persian killed you. I wish I could show my emotions like your father. But who am I to do that? I’m just a Spartan, and our rule is that we show no weakness, and showing emotions is weakness.
But I could always tell everyone that the droplet of water running from my eyes were because the dust, not because I was crying. Really. (3)
Hey, do you know that your father cried… Last night he even said he regretted that he didn’t have any chance to say how much you really mean to him and he really loves you so. Maybe you died with no regret. But I do. I still have regret. But it’s alright. You died like a great warrior of Sparta. You died like a Spartan. And you died knowing you’re a son loved by your father. Maybe that’s enough for you.
But as for me… Here I am, lying defenselessly on the ground like this… And I can barely catch my breath anymore… I’m pathetic…
King Leonidas was shot with arrows too but he still fights. How shameful of me… I can’t stand, I can’t move… What should I do now?
When king falls, I try to grab his hand, “It’s… been… an honor… to fight… with you… Sire…” and he smiled back, “It’s been an honor to be whom you fight beside with, Stelios…”
And my vision is getting darker…
…but I can still see my king tries to stand and walk forward…
…and the Persians army readies their arrows.
Heh. I smirked. This will be the last.
Astinos… Wait for me, I’m coming.
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END
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(1). This was the scene where we got hyper and giggled at the screen, and the very one that inspired us to make this fic. What we mean is… Oh, come on, guys, don’t tell us you can’t see those two being a bit too ‘close’ for damn sake? Gee, if you can’t see that then you must be blind then.
(2). Gee… Why did they decide to kill him like that? Poor Astinos… and poor Stelios too for losing his lover. Aww… F*ck! We hate this scene, it’s such a pity they cut this little lovey-dovey couple.
(3). We always wanted to describe Stelios’ expression when they killed Astinos right in front of his eyes. How would Stelios feel? What would he do? Was he shocked? Was he sad? Was he angry? Or did he just let go as if nothing happened? Would he want to avenge him? Of course he realized that he was in war, but would he show his emotions, as a Spartan? Those sorts of questions especially, that plagued our mind.
souseki_naora a.k.a bloodynaked’s comment: Well, I hope it’s not that bad… it’s difficult for me to make a fic about some unknown guys whose names were never mentioned more than your right hand’s fingers. And it’s very difficult, indeed, to search for their name, their personality, etc. So I just made it like this. I hope it’s not too weird, though I believe Astinos’ character being too OOC. Can’t help it, sorry.
ravient’s comment: Actually, this fic was made by bloodynaked. She doesn't want to be bothered with the title. I only helped her for the idea, searched the information, and beta-ed it a little bit. Her English is so damn good! So, I think there’s only a little, very little, mistake that she made! I just could laugh when she added the Kamio and Shinji's conversation in this fic.. lol.. so, Hope you like it~ and thanks for reading~