[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: Bittersweet Sweetness Part 17
Title: Bittersweet Sweetness Part 17
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,614
Summary: Instead of receiving a brooch that dresses him in an assassin's clothes, Sun receives a trinket that switches his consciousness around with Judgment's. Now, Judgment must find out the mystery behind the Death Knight in Sun's stead. Problem is, imitating Sun's poor swordsmanship is no easy feat, and who knew what Sun was doing with Judgment's body in the meantime? Alternate telling of the end of volume 1 of the novels.
Notes: One more bullet point crossed out. Now I'm in uncharted territory. *did not plan this far* :'D I just know the ending. Now how to get there, hm~
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Part 17 - Judgment
Grisia was lost in thought, his eyebrows bunched together. I had been waiting for him here in the bathroom, turning my own thoughts over in my head, when he walked in through the door with an impassive face, strides steady and sure, every bit the imposing Judgment Knight he currently masqueraded as. I knew that interrogating criminals would not faze him -- for him, that was even a welcome stress-reliever -- but I still wondered and worried. That nauseating feeling that always came over me after an interrogation session could very well be a physical reaction instead of a mental one.
I soon figured out that I was worrying for naught. Watching Grisia’s nonchalant behavior made me very glad we had decided to keep this switch a secret. If people knew that the current Judgment Knight was actually the Sun Knight, yet he was merciless and undisturbed even after whatever he had subjected the criminals to, we would lose the majority of our followers, as that was not what the people wanted out of their Sun Knight.
I don’t even want to know what he did today to the criminals.
Interrogation had not fazed Grisia, but something else had. He had been flippant when I inquired after him, but I could tell something was on his mind.
What if we never change back? he had asked.
I believed greatly that there was something about this bathroom that made both of us let our guards down while we were here. This was the location where we’d first gotten to know each other’s true selves, and this was the location where we continued to take our masks off, speaking with no need for pretenses or excuses.
That wasn’t just an off-hand comment from Grisia.
He was worried.
"I don’t want to be stuck with black hair."
Yet he continued to be flippant.
I breathed out. This was how Grisia coped. With flippancy. But that didn't mean everything was fine. I watched him raise his sleeves, his lips pursing in distaste as he stared at them.
"Black hair and black sleeves. Black everything! Lesus, your color scheme is so boring," he complained.
"I thought you appreciated how much easier black clothes would be to wash," I commented.
"Yeah, but I feel like a walking bundle of negativity, and I even get frightened when I look down in the dark! It's like I have no body..."
"..."
Thanks for speaking your mind, dear friend, I thought dryly to myself. Except he wasn't truly speaking his mind. Did he feel the need to keep me at arm's length even while here in this secluded location that belonged only to us?
"Grisia..." When I spoke, he tilted his head slightly, black hair falling forward, but he did not look at me, nor did he turn my way. "Sun," I said instead, for he was Sun to me, and he needed to hear this more than ever, "you are the only Sun Knight I will acknowledge. You are Sun."
Regardless of what we looked like, he would always be Sun to me.
"...how do you do that?" he exclaimed after a slight pause. He turned fierce eyes on me, dark, tempestuous eyes. "How did you get that out of..."
Grisia didn't know it, but to me, his expressions were like an open book, though I was not used to seeing Grisia's mannerisms on my own body and face. The end result was something that was both foreign and familiar, as I knew my own face, and I knew Grisia's, but not together. However, even if my facial mannerisms hadn't betrayed his inner thoughts, I would have heard beyond his flippant words.
All of a sudden, he stopped, and I once again let him change the subject. "Forget it. I know you're a mind reader, stupid tapeworm."
Words alone would not be enough to convince Grisia.
The matter wasn't settled, but we began filling each other in about our mornings, as there was much to be done still. If we truly wanted to panic, that could come later after meeting Pink, but only if she were to tell us we could not switch back. Still, even if such an outrageous statement were to come out of her mouth, that did not mean other methods of switching back did not exist.
At the moment, we were both physically fine, with no physical repercussions from this switch. That would have to do for now.
From Grisia's recounting of his morning, it sounded like things went as well as they could have, and that no one was suspicious that he was not me, though I suspected Grisia was selective in his retelling, leaving out any possibly incriminating parts. I nodded when he outlined how the patrols had been reorganized since yesterday, with twenty-four knights, two from each platoon, patrolling at all times in addition to our normal patrols.
I explained to him my findings this morning, and how the prince wanted royal knights to be added to the patrols. This meant that each of the twenty-four holy knights would also be accompanied by two royal knights, making it forty-eight knights on patrol at the same time throughout the city. This was in addition to our regular patrols. These knights would be responsible for protecting citizens and for searching for Roland, while those that remained behind would protect the king now that the prince knew the king was in danger.
As I explained, Grisia's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hair. "The king sure put his foot in his mouth."
"That he did," I agreed. He had considerably hastened along our plans, forcing me to confront the prince with a less than ideal hand. With Storm's help, however, I had managed to make something out of the situation, turning it to our advantage.
Grisia leaned forward, his entire body tense, hands twisting the fabric of his robes. "I can't forgive him."
Yet we could not bring him to justice, bound as we were. It was not that I was unwilling to trample my name, the name of the Judgment Knight, into the dirt by adding "punishing the king" to my list of misdeeds, or to have Grisia help me tarnish my name considering he was currently Judgment, but bringing the king down in such a way would only cause unease among the citizens.
We could only go for the next best thing -- removing him from power so that he could no longer misuse his authority.
I laid a hand on Grisia's shoulder to comfort him.
He grasped my hand, rough calluses -- my own from my years of wielding a sword -- brushing against my skin.
"The prince agreed?" he asked.
I nodded, though my affirmation brought no smile to Grisia's face. Although things were playing out as we had discussed, the compromise we had settled on still wasn't justice, and for me... There was too much acting involved for me to ever feel comfortable with what was to come. Acting was more Grisia's specialty than mine. I hoped we would be back in our own bodies in time for Grisia to show off, and for me to do what I did best -- supporting Grisia by his side.
Our plans were now set. Those in our platoons would be our eyes and ears while Grisia and I tried to find a way back to our own bodies. Our visit to Pink was aimed to be short -- time was not on our side, as we did not know what Roland's next move would be. That was the wildcard in our plans.
As we were about to leave, Grisia turned towards me.
"You know what we were missing?" Grisia asked and then continued on without waiting for my response. "Food."
"You're Judgment," I said immediately. "You should have brought food if you wanted any."
"Sun" never brought food, as I was always the one who prepared the food for our private meetings. I saw no need to bring food this time, as I didn't plan on eating, and I did not think Grisia would have the stomach to eat after an interrogation... but apparently, I had underestimated him.
Right after I said this, Grisia pouted. I truly was getting used to seeing the expression on my face now. It was not very comely.
Even though I hadn't had to interrogate criminals today, not in the usual sense, the thought of eating in this bathroom still made me queasy. No matter how clean this room was, this was still the place where people were supposed to do their business. It did not matter if the place was in use or not. I did not want to eat here.
"Oh, I know!"
With one swift motion, Grisia retrieved a small and very familiar bag from his sleeves. Embroidered with a sun emblem, that looked to be the bag of sweets Ice always kept full for Sun. Each of us had similar bags catered to our tastes.
"I completely forgot about this yesterday, but Ice wanted 'Sun' to have this. Here, catch!"
I caught the bag with one hand.
Grisia gazed at me with expectant eyes.
He...wants me to eat chocolate here? These super sweet chocolates? Here?
"Have you had any yet?" I asked, somewhat surprised he was even generous enough to pass the sweets on. Grisia did share when he felt like it, but he more often than not kept his sweets for himself, and few could stand his extreme tastes anyway.
"I did..." he replied with a scowl.
Ah...could it be...
Could he have tried them out and finally experienced why I don't like sweets?
I looked down at the small bag in my hand. I could not say that I wasn't curious.
"Come on, try one!" he whined. That so did not sound right in my deep baritone. "I want to see your reaction."
Resigned, I shook the bag and picked out one piece of chocolate from within. Grisia's eyes were practically glued on my hand as I brought the chocolate to my mouth. I was half-expecting to cringe from the sweetness, but...
It was truly delicious, not at all too sweet.
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to be continued
A/N: Hahahahaha, I wrote this much just to get each of them to each chocolate. T___T;; *could have ended this story here* But since there is actually a convoluted plot going on besides them eating chocolate, I'll be tying that up, though considering how awesome the original conclusion of volume 1 was, I'm not sure how I will be able to live up to that, as I don't want to write anything that's too similar, and Lesus & Grisia have changed things up a bit because of the switch, so things shouldn't play out the same. I have a plan, just like how Lesus and Grisia have plans... but this is going to be quite hard to write.
Grisia has also yet to hear Roland's side of the story, so that has to come sometime too. :3 And they still need to figure out how to switch back.
Next Part
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,614
Summary: Instead of receiving a brooch that dresses him in an assassin's clothes, Sun receives a trinket that switches his consciousness around with Judgment's. Now, Judgment must find out the mystery behind the Death Knight in Sun's stead. Problem is, imitating Sun's poor swordsmanship is no easy feat, and who knew what Sun was doing with Judgment's body in the meantime? Alternate telling of the end of volume 1 of the novels.
Notes: One more bullet point crossed out. Now I'm in uncharted territory. *did not plan this far* :'D I just know the ending. Now how to get there, hm~
Previous Part
Part 17 - Judgment
Grisia was lost in thought, his eyebrows bunched together. I had been waiting for him here in the bathroom, turning my own thoughts over in my head, when he walked in through the door with an impassive face, strides steady and sure, every bit the imposing Judgment Knight he currently masqueraded as. I knew that interrogating criminals would not faze him -- for him, that was even a welcome stress-reliever -- but I still wondered and worried. That nauseating feeling that always came over me after an interrogation session could very well be a physical reaction instead of a mental one.
I soon figured out that I was worrying for naught. Watching Grisia’s nonchalant behavior made me very glad we had decided to keep this switch a secret. If people knew that the current Judgment Knight was actually the Sun Knight, yet he was merciless and undisturbed even after whatever he had subjected the criminals to, we would lose the majority of our followers, as that was not what the people wanted out of their Sun Knight.
I don’t even want to know what he did today to the criminals.
Interrogation had not fazed Grisia, but something else had. He had been flippant when I inquired after him, but I could tell something was on his mind.
What if we never change back? he had asked.
I believed greatly that there was something about this bathroom that made both of us let our guards down while we were here. This was the location where we’d first gotten to know each other’s true selves, and this was the location where we continued to take our masks off, speaking with no need for pretenses or excuses.
That wasn’t just an off-hand comment from Grisia.
He was worried.
"I don’t want to be stuck with black hair."
Yet he continued to be flippant.
I breathed out. This was how Grisia coped. With flippancy. But that didn't mean everything was fine. I watched him raise his sleeves, his lips pursing in distaste as he stared at them.
"Black hair and black sleeves. Black everything! Lesus, your color scheme is so boring," he complained.
"I thought you appreciated how much easier black clothes would be to wash," I commented.
"Yeah, but I feel like a walking bundle of negativity, and I even get frightened when I look down in the dark! It's like I have no body..."
"..."
Thanks for speaking your mind, dear friend, I thought dryly to myself. Except he wasn't truly speaking his mind. Did he feel the need to keep me at arm's length even while here in this secluded location that belonged only to us?
"Grisia..." When I spoke, he tilted his head slightly, black hair falling forward, but he did not look at me, nor did he turn my way. "Sun," I said instead, for he was Sun to me, and he needed to hear this more than ever, "you are the only Sun Knight I will acknowledge. You are Sun."
Regardless of what we looked like, he would always be Sun to me.
"...how do you do that?" he exclaimed after a slight pause. He turned fierce eyes on me, dark, tempestuous eyes. "How did you get that out of..."
Grisia didn't know it, but to me, his expressions were like an open book, though I was not used to seeing Grisia's mannerisms on my own body and face. The end result was something that was both foreign and familiar, as I knew my own face, and I knew Grisia's, but not together. However, even if my facial mannerisms hadn't betrayed his inner thoughts, I would have heard beyond his flippant words.
All of a sudden, he stopped, and I once again let him change the subject. "Forget it. I know you're a mind reader, stupid tapeworm."
Words alone would not be enough to convince Grisia.
The matter wasn't settled, but we began filling each other in about our mornings, as there was much to be done still. If we truly wanted to panic, that could come later after meeting Pink, but only if she were to tell us we could not switch back. Still, even if such an outrageous statement were to come out of her mouth, that did not mean other methods of switching back did not exist.
At the moment, we were both physically fine, with no physical repercussions from this switch. That would have to do for now.
From Grisia's recounting of his morning, it sounded like things went as well as they could have, and that no one was suspicious that he was not me, though I suspected Grisia was selective in his retelling, leaving out any possibly incriminating parts. I nodded when he outlined how the patrols had been reorganized since yesterday, with twenty-four knights, two from each platoon, patrolling at all times in addition to our normal patrols.
I explained to him my findings this morning, and how the prince wanted royal knights to be added to the patrols. This meant that each of the twenty-four holy knights would also be accompanied by two royal knights, making it forty-eight knights on patrol at the same time throughout the city. This was in addition to our regular patrols. These knights would be responsible for protecting citizens and for searching for Roland, while those that remained behind would protect the king now that the prince knew the king was in danger.
As I explained, Grisia's eyebrows almost disappeared into his hair. "The king sure put his foot in his mouth."
"That he did," I agreed. He had considerably hastened along our plans, forcing me to confront the prince with a less than ideal hand. With Storm's help, however, I had managed to make something out of the situation, turning it to our advantage.
Grisia leaned forward, his entire body tense, hands twisting the fabric of his robes. "I can't forgive him."
Yet we could not bring him to justice, bound as we were. It was not that I was unwilling to trample my name, the name of the Judgment Knight, into the dirt by adding "punishing the king" to my list of misdeeds, or to have Grisia help me tarnish my name considering he was currently Judgment, but bringing the king down in such a way would only cause unease among the citizens.
We could only go for the next best thing -- removing him from power so that he could no longer misuse his authority.
I laid a hand on Grisia's shoulder to comfort him.
He grasped my hand, rough calluses -- my own from my years of wielding a sword -- brushing against my skin.
"The prince agreed?" he asked.
I nodded, though my affirmation brought no smile to Grisia's face. Although things were playing out as we had discussed, the compromise we had settled on still wasn't justice, and for me... There was too much acting involved for me to ever feel comfortable with what was to come. Acting was more Grisia's specialty than mine. I hoped we would be back in our own bodies in time for Grisia to show off, and for me to do what I did best -- supporting Grisia by his side.
Our plans were now set. Those in our platoons would be our eyes and ears while Grisia and I tried to find a way back to our own bodies. Our visit to Pink was aimed to be short -- time was not on our side, as we did not know what Roland's next move would be. That was the wildcard in our plans.
As we were about to leave, Grisia turned towards me.
"You know what we were missing?" Grisia asked and then continued on without waiting for my response. "Food."
"You're Judgment," I said immediately. "You should have brought food if you wanted any."
"Sun" never brought food, as I was always the one who prepared the food for our private meetings. I saw no need to bring food this time, as I didn't plan on eating, and I did not think Grisia would have the stomach to eat after an interrogation... but apparently, I had underestimated him.
Right after I said this, Grisia pouted. I truly was getting used to seeing the expression on my face now. It was not very comely.
Even though I hadn't had to interrogate criminals today, not in the usual sense, the thought of eating in this bathroom still made me queasy. No matter how clean this room was, this was still the place where people were supposed to do their business. It did not matter if the place was in use or not. I did not want to eat here.
"Oh, I know!"
With one swift motion, Grisia retrieved a small and very familiar bag from his sleeves. Embroidered with a sun emblem, that looked to be the bag of sweets Ice always kept full for Sun. Each of us had similar bags catered to our tastes.
"I completely forgot about this yesterday, but Ice wanted 'Sun' to have this. Here, catch!"
I caught the bag with one hand.
Grisia gazed at me with expectant eyes.
He...wants me to eat chocolate here? These super sweet chocolates? Here?
"Have you had any yet?" I asked, somewhat surprised he was even generous enough to pass the sweets on. Grisia did share when he felt like it, but he more often than not kept his sweets for himself, and few could stand his extreme tastes anyway.
"I did..." he replied with a scowl.
Ah...could it be...
Could he have tried them out and finally experienced why I don't like sweets?
I looked down at the small bag in my hand. I could not say that I wasn't curious.
"Come on, try one!" he whined. That so did not sound right in my deep baritone. "I want to see your reaction."
Resigned, I shook the bag and picked out one piece of chocolate from within. Grisia's eyes were practically glued on my hand as I brought the chocolate to my mouth. I was half-expecting to cringe from the sweetness, but...
It was truly delicious, not at all too sweet.
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to be continued
A/N: Hahahahaha, I wrote this much just to get each of them to each chocolate. T___T;; *could have ended this story here* But since there is actually a convoluted plot going on besides them eating chocolate, I'll be tying that up, though considering how awesome the original conclusion of volume 1 was, I'm not sure how I will be able to live up to that, as I don't want to write anything that's too similar, and Lesus & Grisia have changed things up a bit because of the switch, so things shouldn't play out the same. I have a plan, just like how Lesus and Grisia have plans... but this is going to be quite hard to write.
Grisia has also yet to hear Roland's side of the story, so that has to come sometime too. :3 And they still need to figure out how to switch back.
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