[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: Drink Me Under Part 1
Title: Drink Me Under Part 1
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1168
Summary: It doesn't happen often, but even Grisia can get drunk. Lesus is not amused.
Notes: This has been in the works for far too long. A 2-part fic!
Part 1
Ever since the fiasco with Roland being summoned back to life as a death knight, Sun no longer had undead creatures summoned for him to release stress. Although that should have been relieving to hear, it wasn't. It only meant that we had a restless Sun Knight on our hands, and that was never a good sign.
Now, he had to find other ways to relieve stress.
Storm, although always busy, had even heavier bags than usual under his eyes, no doubt thanks to Sun. Blaze had almost gone crazy when he found that all the doors to his platoon members' quarters had disappeared, leading to indignant complaints from his blaze knights, but most of all, the rest of the Holy Temple was now subjected to Blaze's foot even more than before now that he was several doors short of his usual routine. Cloud was hiding in the Judge's Complex of all places. I'd nearly had a heart attack when he emerged from the closet I kept my interrogation tools. It amazed me that Sun had even been able to find him. Leaf was once again gathering long, golden hairs...
When I sought Earth out, having little luck finding Sun with the others, Earth's only response had been to snicker. "Good thing I never joined the 'Do a small favor club'!"
He continued mumbling how he'd rather have his door busted open each time than to suffer some other fate.
As I was not Earth's leader, I did not berate him, but I did give him a stern look. Sun always described it as an expression that looked like I could squish a mosquito to death just with the furrows between my eyebrows. I tried to relax my expression, but it was pretty much a reflex.
"Have you seen Sun?" I asked Earth, brushing aside his comment.
Earth shrugged. "Nope. But I bet he's slacking off again."
I could not refute him.
By the time I had to leave for my patrol, I still had not found Sun. I could only hope that he would not cause too much more mischief while I was away. Peaceful times had graced us once again, yet that no doubt contributed to Sun's unrest.
It was while I was patrolling that my platoon and I passed by a rowdy building, and I was able to momentarily forget about Sun. The large crowd was eye-catching.
"Captain Judgment?" Vidar asked when I stopped.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
Vidar did not know either, but one of the other judgment knights did know. He explained, "There's a drinking contest today."
I frowned. While a drinking contest wasn't against the law, the crowds such activities attracted always got into brawls easily. Without further thought, I headed toward the building, and my platoon followed after me.
The closer we got, the louder the cheers became and the thicker the stench of alcohol. I breathed out, having never been overly fond of alcohol and the lost of inhibition it brought about. My teacher had always forbidden me from partaking in unnecessary liquor, stating that the Judgment Knight must always have a clear mind. Only then could we judge impartially and righteously.
This decree of my teacher's had never been difficult for me to follow. After all, it made a lot of sense to me, and in any case, I did not wish to lose control. Then, when I discovered how my teacher had been affected by his father's drinking problem, I swore I would never give my teacher any reason to worry about me and alcohol.
Even so, there wasn't much we could do about the other Twelve Holy Knights and how much they indulged. Going out for drinks was a common pastime among the holy knights. Grisia was also quite fond of drinking. He even had his own wine cellar. While I frowned whenever he drank too much, it was true that he rarely ever got tipsy. His teacher had seen to that. Now, it was hard to tell just how much Grisia would have to drink to truly become drunk.
I silently observed the crowd before us, who had yet to notice our arrival. They all had their backs facing us and their eyes trained on the contestants. Many were loudly cheering, fists pumping the air. Beyond the crowd were several tables and barrels of liquor. Empty bottles and mugs littered the surface. Most of the contestants already had their faces planted against the table. Only a few of the contestants still appeared sober.
"That w-was satursfying!" One of the remaining contestants smashed his bottle on the table, his speech slurred. I doubted he would last much longer. "C-Can you beat that, lad?"
In response, his dark-haired opponent silently grabbed another bottle, downing the liquor to the hoots and catcalls of the crowd.
"How many drunk-in-ones has that been?" someone exclaimed. They pointed and gestured at the empty bottles, no doubt trying to count all of the empty bottles by each contestant's side.
While the crowd was quite intense, the situation was much calmer than I had anticipated. I turned, about the leave. An appearance by my platoon was enough to squash most thoughts of mischief and mayhem, so we did not have to linger. Off to the side, someone who looked to be one of the organizers was even rushing our way and wiping sweat off his forehead.
I merely gave him a leveled stare, face emotionless as I instructed him to keep things under control, or else a visit to the Judge's Complex would be in order. He nodded feverishly.
Just as I was about to leave, the crowd cheered even louder than before. I found myself glancing back just in time to see the dark-haired contestant down yet another drunk-in-one. Then, slender fingers pushed the empty bottle against his growing collection with a resounding "clink."
My gaze lingered, a foreboding feeling growing inside of me. I swept my eyes across the dark-haired contestant. While the man's figure was mostly hidden by his cloak, the way he held himself was familiar. In addition to his long-dark hair that trailed past his waist, and the fact that there existed a brooch that allowed for easy disguising...
"Hah, try to beat t-that!" the dark-haired man crowed smugly.
"Hah, Earth never saw it coming!"
It was the exact same tone he used whenever he gained the upper hand. I thought of it as his "I told you so" voice.
"Captain Judgment?" one of my holy knights asked.
I collected myself and tried to squash my disbelief. Right. I was currently patrolling. I couldn't let myself sigh or groan.
Instead, I glowered. Even my platoon members took a step back.
Sun, just what in the world were you thinking?!
He probably hadn't been thinking at all. I watched, not at all amused, as his current opponent slumped over, and a new opponent took his place, claiming he would dethrone the current champion once and for all.
The dark-haired contestant... no, Grisia, laughed and tilted the bottle before him around. It seemed very possible that I might witness Grisia's limits for alcohol this very night.
I stepped forward.
Well, he really left me no choice.
to be continued
This was just something Kiyutsuna and I were joking about last year. A fairly pointless fic that resulted from wondering what would happen if Grisia got downright drunk. I didn't think it would take me so long to write... That seems to be the trend with my writing lately.
Part 2 to come... :'D;;
Next part
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1168
Summary: It doesn't happen often, but even Grisia can get drunk. Lesus is not amused.
Notes: This has been in the works for far too long. A 2-part fic!
Part 1
Ever since the fiasco with Roland being summoned back to life as a death knight, Sun no longer had undead creatures summoned for him to release stress. Although that should have been relieving to hear, it wasn't. It only meant that we had a restless Sun Knight on our hands, and that was never a good sign.
Now, he had to find other ways to relieve stress.
Storm, although always busy, had even heavier bags than usual under his eyes, no doubt thanks to Sun. Blaze had almost gone crazy when he found that all the doors to his platoon members' quarters had disappeared, leading to indignant complaints from his blaze knights, but most of all, the rest of the Holy Temple was now subjected to Blaze's foot even more than before now that he was several doors short of his usual routine. Cloud was hiding in the Judge's Complex of all places. I'd nearly had a heart attack when he emerged from the closet I kept my interrogation tools. It amazed me that Sun had even been able to find him. Leaf was once again gathering long, golden hairs...
When I sought Earth out, having little luck finding Sun with the others, Earth's only response had been to snicker. "Good thing I never joined the 'Do a small favor club'!"
He continued mumbling how he'd rather have his door busted open each time than to suffer some other fate.
As I was not Earth's leader, I did not berate him, but I did give him a stern look. Sun always described it as an expression that looked like I could squish a mosquito to death just with the furrows between my eyebrows. I tried to relax my expression, but it was pretty much a reflex.
"Have you seen Sun?" I asked Earth, brushing aside his comment.
Earth shrugged. "Nope. But I bet he's slacking off again."
I could not refute him.
By the time I had to leave for my patrol, I still had not found Sun. I could only hope that he would not cause too much more mischief while I was away. Peaceful times had graced us once again, yet that no doubt contributed to Sun's unrest.
It was while I was patrolling that my platoon and I passed by a rowdy building, and I was able to momentarily forget about Sun. The large crowd was eye-catching.
"Captain Judgment?" Vidar asked when I stopped.
"What's the occasion?" I asked.
Vidar did not know either, but one of the other judgment knights did know. He explained, "There's a drinking contest today."
I frowned. While a drinking contest wasn't against the law, the crowds such activities attracted always got into brawls easily. Without further thought, I headed toward the building, and my platoon followed after me.
The closer we got, the louder the cheers became and the thicker the stench of alcohol. I breathed out, having never been overly fond of alcohol and the lost of inhibition it brought about. My teacher had always forbidden me from partaking in unnecessary liquor, stating that the Judgment Knight must always have a clear mind. Only then could we judge impartially and righteously.
This decree of my teacher's had never been difficult for me to follow. After all, it made a lot of sense to me, and in any case, I did not wish to lose control. Then, when I discovered how my teacher had been affected by his father's drinking problem, I swore I would never give my teacher any reason to worry about me and alcohol.
Even so, there wasn't much we could do about the other Twelve Holy Knights and how much they indulged. Going out for drinks was a common pastime among the holy knights. Grisia was also quite fond of drinking. He even had his own wine cellar. While I frowned whenever he drank too much, it was true that he rarely ever got tipsy. His teacher had seen to that. Now, it was hard to tell just how much Grisia would have to drink to truly become drunk.
I silently observed the crowd before us, who had yet to notice our arrival. They all had their backs facing us and their eyes trained on the contestants. Many were loudly cheering, fists pumping the air. Beyond the crowd were several tables and barrels of liquor. Empty bottles and mugs littered the surface. Most of the contestants already had their faces planted against the table. Only a few of the contestants still appeared sober.
"That w-was satursfying!" One of the remaining contestants smashed his bottle on the table, his speech slurred. I doubted he would last much longer. "C-Can you beat that, lad?"
In response, his dark-haired opponent silently grabbed another bottle, downing the liquor to the hoots and catcalls of the crowd.
"How many drunk-in-ones has that been?" someone exclaimed. They pointed and gestured at the empty bottles, no doubt trying to count all of the empty bottles by each contestant's side.
While the crowd was quite intense, the situation was much calmer than I had anticipated. I turned, about the leave. An appearance by my platoon was enough to squash most thoughts of mischief and mayhem, so we did not have to linger. Off to the side, someone who looked to be one of the organizers was even rushing our way and wiping sweat off his forehead.
I merely gave him a leveled stare, face emotionless as I instructed him to keep things under control, or else a visit to the Judge's Complex would be in order. He nodded feverishly.
Just as I was about to leave, the crowd cheered even louder than before. I found myself glancing back just in time to see the dark-haired contestant down yet another drunk-in-one. Then, slender fingers pushed the empty bottle against his growing collection with a resounding "clink."
My gaze lingered, a foreboding feeling growing inside of me. I swept my eyes across the dark-haired contestant. While the man's figure was mostly hidden by his cloak, the way he held himself was familiar. In addition to his long-dark hair that trailed past his waist, and the fact that there existed a brooch that allowed for easy disguising...
"Hah, try to beat t-that!" the dark-haired man crowed smugly.
"Hah, Earth never saw it coming!"
It was the exact same tone he used whenever he gained the upper hand. I thought of it as his "I told you so" voice.
"Captain Judgment?" one of my holy knights asked.
I collected myself and tried to squash my disbelief. Right. I was currently patrolling. I couldn't let myself sigh or groan.
Instead, I glowered. Even my platoon members took a step back.
Sun, just what in the world were you thinking?!
He probably hadn't been thinking at all. I watched, not at all amused, as his current opponent slumped over, and a new opponent took his place, claiming he would dethrone the current champion once and for all.
The dark-haired contestant... no, Grisia, laughed and tilted the bottle before him around. It seemed very possible that I might witness Grisia's limits for alcohol this very night.
I stepped forward.
Well, he really left me no choice.
to be continued
This was just something Kiyutsuna and I were joking about last year. A fairly pointless fic that resulted from wondering what would happen if Grisia got downright drunk. I didn't think it would take me so long to write... That seems to be the trend with my writing lately.
Part 2 to come... :'D;;
Next part