Sep 03, 2007 18:23
I finally posted chapter three of Fireworks! Yayness. Here it be.
Title: Fireworks
Fandom: Tales of Symphonia
Rated: T for language and implications
Summary: A Tales of Symphonia sequel. Too many pairings to list and lots of onesidedness. Rated T for language, implications and... Zelos, as usual. I'll improve this summary later...
Genre: Romance/General
And you can ignore the A/N's, I just copy/pasted from ff.net.
Okay, first of all, sorry this has taken so long. It’s been written for a while but my computer’s been messed up and I haven’t gotten on much because I don’t like getting on in the living room. But anyways, this one’s kinda short because it was a good place to stop. I’ll try to make them longer, but they may stay this long, I’m not sure.
And guys? Only one review for the second chapter? Come on, you can do better than that. ::hinthintwinkwink::
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Need I say more?
Fireworks Chapter Three: Setera’s Story
Taking a sip of water, the man leans against the wall. “My name is Vash Setera. My parents were Omal and Marienne, the leaders of the Desian resistance movement in Palmacosta…”
…Twelve Years Ago…
A young boy, age 9 or 10 at most, is playing around in the back yard of his family’s home. He laughs and taunts as he runs away from his older cousin; they’re playing tag while their parents practice at swordplay.
He shakes the sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes, then trips over his own feet…
…And right onto a pair of swords.
The cool steel blades cut into his cheek. He feels the blood pouring down and screams. His mother runs over, turns him and pulls his frantic hands off of his face. She pulls out a staff and chants, then cries, “First Aid!”
The blood flow and pain stop, and, a moment later, the screams.
“Am I all better, Mommy?” the boy asks, still sobbing.
“Yes, sweetie, you’re all better now. But you’ll probably always have that scar.” Her voice is full of compassion as she gently touches her son’s cheek.
“Thank you, Mommy.”
She simply smiles, then turns to his cousin. “Natasha, take him inside please. And would you mind starting dinner?”
“Of course,” the blonde girl nods. “Come on, Vash.” She holds out a hand; he takes it and leads the way into the house.
…Six Years Later, Age 15 …
Vash sits patiently in his aunt and uncle’s living room as they look first at each other, then at the floor, their hands, anywhere but his eyes.
“You said something happened. What’s wrong?” They still don’t answer. “Uncle Baird, Aunt Lynna, what is it?”
Baird reaches for Lynna’s hand and they finally look up. Tears are leaking from his aunt’s eyes. “Vash… it’s your parents. Th-They’ve disappeared.”
He blinks, shocked. “But they’re alive, right?”
“They don’t think so, honey. Their chances of survival are slim.”
The trio sits, staring at each other. Concern and sadness show in the adults’ eyes, disbelief in Vash’s.
He stands. “They’re alive. They have to be.” Then he leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Lynna sobs and the tears come pouring out. Baird pulls her closer to him.
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A few hours later, Vash returns. His face is stained from crying.
Lynna pulls him into a hug, which he returns. “You can stay with us if you’d like. The guest room is open.”
“Thank you,” he whispers.
…One Year Later, Age 16 …
Vash is sitting again with his aunt and uncle, eating dinner and being merry as if nothing had ever happened. His cousin Natasha, Baird and Lynna’s daughter and five years his elder, has brought her newborn daughter over for a visit.
After dinner and before dessert, Baird pulls his nephew aside. “The current leader of the movement was killed in action.”
Vash’s eyes widen. “I’ll be sure to give my condolences to the family.”
“Yes, good, but that’s not what I was trying to say.” He sighs, struggling with the words. “Now that you’re sixteen-still young, I know-you’re old enough to become involved. And everyone seems to want you to be our leader. Keep in mind, before you decide, that this is extremely dangerous. There’s a good chance you’ll be hauled off to a human ranch or killed in action. You may not be able to settle down and get married, have a family. Your aunt and I would recommend that you wait, but we know we can’t stop you from doing as you wish.”
Vash nods. “I’ll think on it.”
“Good. Now go-you’re as close to an uncle as little Kryssie will get.”
They both smile, then go back to the others.
The next day, Vash approaches them and tells them that he will accept the post and all the responsibilities it entails.
… Present Time …
Everyone remains silent as Vash finishes his story.
“Did you ever find your parents?” Colette asks quietly.
“No,” he answers, void of emotion.
“And how did you get here?” Raine adds.
“I… don’t know.” He scratches his head impatiently. “All I remember is that weird explosion.”
Raine nods. “Okay. For now, you should rest. It’s getting late anyway. We should be getting to bed soon.”
“Well, I’m going to the casino. Anyone care to join me?” Zelos looks around at the others hopefully.
“I think I’ll go take a look around,” Lloyd says.
Sheena sighs. “I guess I’d better go keep an eye on you two.”
“Everyone else ready to retire?” Regal asks. They all nod. “I assume you all know where you’re sleeping?” More nods. “Okay. I’ll see you all tomorrow evening. And Mr. Setera may come as well.”
“Thank you.”
“Good night then.”
Everyone files out of the room, save for Vash and Raine.
“You need to sleep,” Raine says again.
“Right. But, um…” he coughs. “Restroom?”
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry. It’s right over there.” She gestures at a door in the room’s corner. “Do you need help to get up?”
“I think I can handle it, thanks to your healing.” He stands, weakly, but manages to get there fine.
Raine smiles, then falls immediately back onto her bed and into the welcoming embrace of peaceful slumber.
Wow, I can’t believe I typed that all in one sitting. I’m proud of myself. Anyway, review review review! More than one preferably? Thanks.
BTW, if you see any grammar/spelling errors, please tell me. I didn’t really do much in the way of proofreading. Thankee much.
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