What I Did... Fear/Fury Fanfic
A little story about Fear and Fury from Metal gear Solid (copyright Hideo Kojima btw), slashy...so if you don't like, don't read. Nothing big, just a sweet little convo between the two after the shuttle accident. ;___;
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What I Did
It was hard to believe that anything could hurt such a man as Fury, he was strong willed and had a temper that no one had rivaled, at the time. Shouted profanity like one’s business, whether he was mad or happy. That’s how Fear had always remembered him at least, that first impression never left his mind. Now to hear that such a man had been brought to knees by the very force he’d used to his advantage, his flames of fury had turned against him. From what he’d been told, the man had suffered severe burns all over his body after the shuttle caught ablaze.
He was glad that the accident hadn’t killed him, even if that was a somewhat selfish wish. Even if Fury refused to acknowledge the good of the situation…but Fear never failed to remind the man just how fortunate he was.
“Hey there Mr. Dark and Gloomy!” teased Fear with a big ol‘ grin, entering his comrades room. Fury didn’t even look over, probably sick and tired of listening to his good humor everyday. He was lucky he even came, seeing as how the others were so busy. “Snuck you some vodka, almost got caught with it on me on the way here.”
A growl came from Fury’s direction, alerting the other man to tone down the jolly attitude,” Shut the fuck up…”
Fear sighed, watching his friend instinctively pull and rub at his bandaged face,” Can’t you even thank me a little?”
“For what?”
“The damned vodka!”
The other man continued to mess with the bandages, which was starting to wear on Fear’s nerves a great deal much. He reached out, for a moment forgetting about his ally’s burned body, and grabbed Fury’s hand. And although it hurt, the man just stared out into the distance, resisting the growing urge to mutilate his long time friend.
Fear released his hold and sat back down, looking down at the ground he clasped his hands over his head,” Sorry, just…I didn’t think…”
They sat there in silence until Fury finally spoke up,” I‘m a mess…”
“What?” The Fear straightened, looking over at the other man, knowing what Fury was probably talking about. “It’s not that bad-”
This time the irate man’s eyes lit up with anger, and grief? He jerked off some of the bandages on his face, reveling the charred skin. “ I look like a damn monster! Burned….burned all over…I have no hair, Fear! No hair…”
“So it’s like beauty and the beast then?” teased Fear, speaking very softly. As the other man began to shake Fear reached over and took to the removed bandages in hand, running his fingers over the thin material, obviously fresh. So Fury was self conscious of his appearance, he never let on as though he was, but he rarely let on that anything bothered him. “You’re not ugly, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Fury eyed him maliciously, for both the remark and for trying to lift his spirits, then turned to stare out the window” What the hell would you know? You’ve still got your looks, you hair…you’re not scarred like I am.” He caught, out the corner of his eye, Fear reaching towards the table on the other side of his bed. Taking into hand the scissors that they used to help removed the bandages. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’ve always said I should cut my hair, naturally I refused because it was my trademark, of sorts,” laughed Fear while managing to appear completely serious. That being said he used one hand to hold up his hair, the other held the scissors, and with one quick move…his signature long locks fell to the floor. Fury watched, stunned that Fear would actually cut his hair. He threw the scissors back on the table and took his seat once again, smiling as sincere as a prankster could. “Now we’ve both lost something, and if you ever start to think that I never did anything major to help you out of this damned self pity shit, then just look at my hair. I’ll keep it off too, just for that reason.”
It was quiet, so quiet that it was possible to hear the clock ticking, but not quiet enough to hear the thoughts that were racing through Fury’s head. His eyes darted to Fear, and a loud laugh erupted from his throat, making the other man smile.
“You’re an idiot…damn, I wouldn’t have done that for you!”
Fear gave him a pouty look,” Some friend you are…and after all those times I saved your rear.”
“Pfft, I was always the one saving you…” spat out Fury, trying hard not to cross his arms. “Now give me that damn vodka!”
He did so, handing the disguised bottle of vodka over, and watching Fury take a big swing of it. Whether or not the usually angered man was over his self pity it made no difference, for the moment the man was a jovial as in the past. Fear smiled and stood, stretching his arms,” Well, Fury old pal, I’m going to head out and get something to eat.”
“What a way to kick a man while he’s down,” chuckled Fury.
“Like I’d go out and not get you anything…I’ll be back later, think you can live that long without me around?”
Fury took another drink,” Done it before, I’ll do it again.” He placed the bottle on the table and started to turn back around, only to have a small kiss planted on his lips.
“Glad to have the old you back, or…glad to have the old you starting to coming back through,” he winked and veered towards the door, smiling to himself. Burned or not, Fury was Fury, he was still the same man. With just that kiss he was sure Fury would realize the same thing, in time, he wasn’t looking for a miracle or anything. “Take it easy until I get back with some real food.”
Bottle back in hand, The Fury watched the other leave, feeling the lively atmosphere plummet almost instantly. He glanced down at the floor, staring at the raven black locks of hair. When had Fear changed, when had he become so suave? It was a nice change, but he was still glad that his playful streak was still there.
“Damned sadistic bastard…”
<-- When they were younger. =^3^=
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+.TFC.+
+.Things to Come.+
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1 ~ Mini movie/Advertisement
2 ~ Chapter 28 of TFC
3 ~ Alternate 23
4 ~ Special Camo Spoof
5 ~ TFC Shirts
6 ~
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What I Did
It was hard to believe that anything could hurt such a man as Fury, he was strong willed and had a temper that no one had rivaled, at the time. Shouted profanity like one’s business, whether he was mad or happy. That’s how Fear had always remembered him at least, that first impression never left his mind. Now to hear that such a man had been brought to knees by the very force he’d used to his advantage, his flames of fury had turned against him. From what he’d been told, the man had suffered severe burns all over his body after the shuttle caught ablaze.
He was glad that the accident hadn’t killed him, even if that was a somewhat selfish wish. Even if Fury refused to acknowledge the good of the situation…but Fear never failed to remind the man just how fortunate he was.
“Hey there Mr. Dark and Gloomy!” teased Fear with a big ol‘ grin, entering his comrades room. Fury didn’t even look over, probably sick and tired of listening to his good humor everyday. He was lucky he even came, seeing as how the others were so busy. “Snuck you some vodka, almost got caught with it on me on the way here.”
A growl came from Fury’s direction, alerting the other man to tone down the jolly attitude,” Shut the fuck up…”
Fear sighed, watching his friend instinctively pull and rub at his bandaged face,” Can’t you even thank me a little?”
“For what?”
“The damned vodka!”
The other man continued to mess with the bandages, which was starting to wear on Fear’s nerves a great deal much. He reached out, for a moment forgetting about his ally’s burned body, and grabbed Fury’s hand. And although it hurt, the man just stared out into the distance, resisting the growing urge to mutilate his long time friend.
Fear released his hold and sat back down, looking down at the ground he clasped his hands over his head,” Sorry, just…I didn’t think…”
They sat there in silence until Fury finally spoke up,” I‘m a mess…”
“What?” The Fear straightened, looking over at the other man, knowing what Fury was probably talking about. “It’s not that bad-”
This time the irate man’s eyes lit up with anger, and grief? He jerked off some of the bandages on his face, reveling the charred skin. “ I look like a damn monster! Burned….burned all over…I have no hair, Fear! No hair…”
“So it’s like beauty and the beast then?” teased Fear, speaking very softly. As the other man began to shake Fear reached over and took to the removed bandages in hand, running his fingers over the thin material, obviously fresh. So Fury was self conscious of his appearance, he never let on as though he was, but he rarely let on that anything bothered him. “You’re not ugly, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
Fury eyed him maliciously, for both the remark and for trying to lift his spirits, then turned to stare out the window” What the hell would you know? You’ve still got your looks, you hair…you’re not scarred like I am.” He caught, out the corner of his eye, Fear reaching towards the table on the other side of his bed. Taking into hand the scissors that they used to help removed the bandages. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You’ve always said I should cut my hair, naturally I refused because it was my trademark, of sorts,” laughed Fear while managing to appear completely serious. That being said he used one hand to hold up his hair, the other held the scissors, and with one quick move…his signature long locks fell to the floor. Fury watched, stunned that Fear would actually cut his hair. He threw the scissors back on the table and took his seat once again, smiling as sincere as a prankster could. “Now we’ve both lost something, and if you ever start to think that I never did anything major to help you out of this damned self pity shit, then just look at my hair. I’ll keep it off too, just for that reason.”
It was quiet, so quiet that it was possible to hear the clock ticking, but not quiet enough to hear the thoughts that were racing through Fury’s head. His eyes darted to Fear, and a loud laugh erupted from his throat, making the other man smile.
“You’re an idiot…damn, I wouldn’t have done that for you!”
Fear gave him a pouty look,” Some friend you are…and after all those times I saved your rear.”
“Pfft, I was always the one saving you…” spat out Fury, trying hard not to cross his arms. “Now give me that damn vodka!”
He did so, handing the disguised bottle of vodka over, and watching Fury take a big swing of it. Whether or not the usually angered man was over his self pity it made no difference, for the moment the man was a jovial as in the past. Fear smiled and stood, stretching his arms,” Well, Fury old pal, I’m going to head out and get something to eat.”
“What a way to kick a man while he’s down,” chuckled Fury.
“Like I’d go out and not get you anything…I’ll be back later, think you can live that long without me around?”
Fury took another drink,” Done it before, I’ll do it again.” He placed the bottle on the table and started to turn back around, only to have a small kiss planted on his lips.
“Glad to have the old you back, or…glad to have the old you starting to coming back through,” he winked and veered towards the door, smiling to himself. Burned or not, Fury was Fury, he was still the same man. With just that kiss he was sure Fury would realize the same thing, in time, he wasn’t looking for a miracle or anything. “Take it easy until I get back with some real food.”
Bottle back in hand, The Fury watched the other leave, feeling the lively atmosphere plummet almost instantly. He glanced down at the floor, staring at the raven black locks of hair. When had Fear changed, when had he become so suave? It was a nice change, but he was still glad that his playful streak was still there.
“Damned sadistic bastard…”
<-- When they were younger. =^3^=
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+.TFC.+
+.Things to Come.+
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1 ~ Mini movie/Advertisement
2 ~ Chapter 28 of TFC
3 ~ Alternate 23
4 ~ Special Camo Spoof
5 ~ TFC Shirts
6 ~
karuchan 's special gift <333