Quick one-shot
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seikilosTitle: Dumb Luck
Fandoms: Tales of Symphonia,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
symphonia_17, rpgraveyard
Genre: Fluffy genfic.
Rating: G
Words: 1382
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia.
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Kratos decides to give seventeen-year-old Anna a present.
Author's Notes: And I continue with my sappy tendencies. Written quickly, more to get the idea on virtual paper than anything else. Enjoy!
Kratos woke up one morning with a purpose fixed clearly in his mind. For the past few days, he had been trying to think of something nice to do for Anna without success. However, this morning in particular, he had the sort of inspiration that usually comes when the subconscious has been percolating away all night long.
He sat up quickly and started to get dressed, instead of taking his time with waking up as had been his habit recently. He felt the excitement building in that certain spot in his chest. He was positive he had a really, really good idea this time. Now all he had to do was carry it out.
On his way out of the dormitory, he bumped into Yuan’s bed.
“Sorry!” he whispered, since it seemed as though Yuan was still sleeping.
He wasn’t anymore, though. He raised his head from where it had been buried in his pillow and gave Kratos a cranky look.
“Where th’ell’re you going?” he asked, voice muzzy.
Kratos looked around to make sure no one would overhear and then bent down to Yuan’s level.
“I’m going to go pick some flowers for Anna,” he said, still whispering.
“‘Nd where th’ell are you gonna get” —he yawned— “those?”
“Outside,” Kratos replied, referring to the unstable area beyond the town walls where nothing was the same twice and which wasn’t often safe.
Yuan rubbed at his eyes and fixed Kratos with a look that seemed to say that Kratos was genuinely the stupidest person Yuan had ever met.
“No, really!” Kratos knew that look, unfortunately for him. “It’ll be okay. I’ve been outside a couple of times now and I’ve been just fine. It’s a little weird out there, but it’s not bad at all!”
A little more awake now, Yuan sat up. “You sure you can’t just find some inside the town?”
“Where?” Kratos asked.
“Good point.”
Yuan got out of bed and stretched before grabbing his shirt off the end of his bed.
“You’re getting up now?” Kratos asked. “I’m sorry to have woken you up. . . .”
“I’m coming with you.” Yuan’s head popped out of his shirt. His arms soon followed. “I can’t let you go off into the wilds of the outside all by yourself. Just give me a minute to get ready.”
Kratos beamed at his best friend. “Thanks, Yuan!”
“Eh.” Yuan raked his fingers through his hair a few times, then tied it back with its usual string. He picked up his sword and strapped it to his belt. “Good enough, so long as Martel doesn’t see me. Let’s go, Kratos.”
“Okay!” Kratos smiled again and headed out the door, followed by Yuan.
The two walked through town, seeing only one of the additional Kratoses that lived there. Kratos found it unbelievably eerie that there were four other versions of him living there, all about ten years older than him, and all unbelievably serious. They all scared him.
There was another version of Yuan in the town, too, also about ten years older. Kratos could tell his friend was upset by the other Yuan as well, although he tried to hide it. Kratos knew him too well to be fooled, though.
The town was unbelievably small, and so it took only a handful of minutes before they were standing at the southern gate and looking out at the generic road beyond.
“. . . How do you even know this’ll take you to a place with flowers?” Yuan asked after a moment of simply looking.
“It will.” Kratos sounded almost child-like in his confidence. “And even if it doesn’t, we’ll be able to find flowers somewhere else.”
Yuan tried raising one eyebrow at him, couldn’t quite manage it, and so settled for two. “How are you so sure of that?”
“Well, it hasn’t harmed me yet, has it?” he said with the air of someone pointing out the obvious.
“You said ‘yet,’” Yuan replied, also pointing out the obvious.
Kratos shrugged, not quite as easily as he would have before. If he listened to Yuan for much longer, he wouldn’t go at all. “Don’t be a scaredy-birdie, Yuan. Let’s go!”
“I’m not being a scaredy-birdie,” Yuan said indignantly, following his friend as Kratos stepped out of the town. “I’m having common sense—and you aren’t.”
“Yeah? Well, so much for your common sense.” Kratos swept an arm around the flower-filled meadow in the midst of which he and Yuan were now standing. “There was nothing for you to worry about at all.”
“Dumb luck for a dumb guy,” Yuan said loftily.
“Heyyyyy, Yuan!”
Yuan snorted and took a closer look at their surroundings. The temperature was warm with a pleasant breeze, the meadow was sun-drenched, and—yes, those were mountains in the hazy distance. Kratos had managed to land himself in the middle of an idyll.
“Figures,” Yuan muttered. “If I tried going out here, it’d probably stick me squarely in the centre of some hellish nightmare.”
“Yuan, what are you doing?” Kratos called from up ahead.
“Just looking around,” he replied, louder. He glanced behind him. “Hey, there’s a little cottage over there. Do you think whoever lives there would want us picking their flowers?”
“I’m only picking a few!” Kratos said. “And anyway, I’ve already started.” He held up a fistful of dandelions to illustrate.
Yuan’s palm met his forehead. He trudged over to Kratos. “Dimwit. Those are dandelions. You don’t give those to your girlfriend.”
“Why not?” Kratos picked another one, rebelliously. “They’re pretty.”
“They’re a weed.”
“So what? I like them.” He picked out a delicate pink flower, followed by another dandelion.
“The idea is for Anna to like them,” Yuan pointed out.
“Oh.” Kratos looked down at his growing bouquet. “. . . Maybe I should pick some other flowers, too.”
“Maybe you should.” Yuan tried to be patient and picked a purple bell-shaped flower. He handed it to Kratos. “Try a few like these.”
“Okay.”
Kratos set to picking a few more appropriate flowers with a little help from the more experienced Yuan. From time to time, Yuan noticed him sneaking in a few more dandelions, but he decided not to comment.
After about fifteen minutes, Kratos held up his results, which had turned into a large bouquet. Half of it seemed to be made of dandelions.
“Is this enough?” Kratos asked. “You’re the expert, after all.”
“It’s fine,” Yuan said, lying only slightly. “Now let’s get going before they all wilt.”
“Um, okay.” Kratos started wandering around aimlessly.
Yuan trailed after him for a moment before asking, “You do know how to get out of here, don’t you?”
“No,” Kratos admitted. “Usually I just wander around until something happens and I’m back.”
Palm met forehead again with a slap. “You mean you have no idea how to leave? At all?”
“No. But why don’t we try seeing what’s in that cottage over there?” Kratos pointed with his free hand.
“All right.” Yuan sighed. “Lead on. You’re the expert, after all.”
The pair started walking toward it, arriving fairly quickly. Kratos knocked and received no reply, so he entered, followed by Yuan. The inside of the cottage was very small; there were only two rooms. The one they entered first had only a writing desk, a chair, and a few assorted odds and ends in the room.
“Let’s try over here.” Kratos pushed open the door to the next room . . . and stepped back into the town in which he started.
“Huh,” was all Yuan said as he stepped into the town behind him.
“See?” Kratos wore the closest he could get to a smug look. “I told you we’d be fine.”
“Dumb luck for a dumb guy,” Yuan repeated.
“Shut up, Yuan.” Kratos looked back down at his flowers. “I’m going to go find Anna. See you around! And thanks for helping me,” he added.
Yuan smiled, an affectionate note coming into his voice. “Anytime. Good luck giving her those flowers, and I hope she likes them.”
“Me too.” Kratos looked nervous for a moment before his expression changed to one of determination. “Bye, Yuan!”
“Bye, Kratos.” Yuan watched him scoot off, smiling a bit to himself. Then he headed off to practice his magic.
Fandoms: Tales of Symphonia,
symphonia_17, rpgraveyardGenre: Fluffy genfic.
Rating: G
Words: 1382
Disclaimer: I don't own Tales of Symphonia.
Summary: Seventeen-year-old Kratos decides to give seventeen-year-old Anna a present.
Author's Notes: And I continue with my sappy tendencies. Written quickly, more to get the idea on virtual paper than anything else. Enjoy!
Kratos woke up one morning with a purpose fixed clearly in his mind. For the past few days, he had been trying to think of something nice to do for Anna without success. However, this morning in particular, he had the sort of inspiration that usually comes when the subconscious has been percolating away all night long.
He sat up quickly and started to get dressed, instead of taking his time with waking up as had been his habit recently. He felt the excitement building in that certain spot in his chest. He was positive he had a really, really good idea this time. Now all he had to do was carry it out.
On his way out of the dormitory, he bumped into Yuan’s bed.
“Sorry!” he whispered, since it seemed as though Yuan was still sleeping.
He wasn’t anymore, though. He raised his head from where it had been buried in his pillow and gave Kratos a cranky look.
“Where th’ell’re you going?” he asked, voice muzzy.
Kratos looked around to make sure no one would overhear and then bent down to Yuan’s level.
“I’m going to go pick some flowers for Anna,” he said, still whispering.
“‘Nd where th’ell are you gonna get” —he yawned— “those?”
“Outside,” Kratos replied, referring to the unstable area beyond the town walls where nothing was the same twice and which wasn’t often safe.
Yuan rubbed at his eyes and fixed Kratos with a look that seemed to say that Kratos was genuinely the stupidest person Yuan had ever met.
“No, really!” Kratos knew that look, unfortunately for him. “It’ll be okay. I’ve been outside a couple of times now and I’ve been just fine. It’s a little weird out there, but it’s not bad at all!”
A little more awake now, Yuan sat up. “You sure you can’t just find some inside the town?”
“Where?” Kratos asked.
“Good point.”
Yuan got out of bed and stretched before grabbing his shirt off the end of his bed.
“You’re getting up now?” Kratos asked. “I’m sorry to have woken you up. . . .”
“I’m coming with you.” Yuan’s head popped out of his shirt. His arms soon followed. “I can’t let you go off into the wilds of the outside all by yourself. Just give me a minute to get ready.”
Kratos beamed at his best friend. “Thanks, Yuan!”
“Eh.” Yuan raked his fingers through his hair a few times, then tied it back with its usual string. He picked up his sword and strapped it to his belt. “Good enough, so long as Martel doesn’t see me. Let’s go, Kratos.”
“Okay!” Kratos smiled again and headed out the door, followed by Yuan.
The two walked through town, seeing only one of the additional Kratoses that lived there. Kratos found it unbelievably eerie that there were four other versions of him living there, all about ten years older than him, and all unbelievably serious. They all scared him.
There was another version of Yuan in the town, too, also about ten years older. Kratos could tell his friend was upset by the other Yuan as well, although he tried to hide it. Kratos knew him too well to be fooled, though.
The town was unbelievably small, and so it took only a handful of minutes before they were standing at the southern gate and looking out at the generic road beyond.
“. . . How do you even know this’ll take you to a place with flowers?” Yuan asked after a moment of simply looking.
“It will.” Kratos sounded almost child-like in his confidence. “And even if it doesn’t, we’ll be able to find flowers somewhere else.”
Yuan tried raising one eyebrow at him, couldn’t quite manage it, and so settled for two. “How are you so sure of that?”
“Well, it hasn’t harmed me yet, has it?” he said with the air of someone pointing out the obvious.
“You said ‘yet,’” Yuan replied, also pointing out the obvious.
Kratos shrugged, not quite as easily as he would have before. If he listened to Yuan for much longer, he wouldn’t go at all. “Don’t be a scaredy-birdie, Yuan. Let’s go!”
“I’m not being a scaredy-birdie,” Yuan said indignantly, following his friend as Kratos stepped out of the town. “I’m having common sense—and you aren’t.”
“Yeah? Well, so much for your common sense.” Kratos swept an arm around the flower-filled meadow in the midst of which he and Yuan were now standing. “There was nothing for you to worry about at all.”
“Dumb luck for a dumb guy,” Yuan said loftily.
“Heyyyyy, Yuan!”
Yuan snorted and took a closer look at their surroundings. The temperature was warm with a pleasant breeze, the meadow was sun-drenched, and—yes, those were mountains in the hazy distance. Kratos had managed to land himself in the middle of an idyll.
“Figures,” Yuan muttered. “If I tried going out here, it’d probably stick me squarely in the centre of some hellish nightmare.”
“Yuan, what are you doing?” Kratos called from up ahead.
“Just looking around,” he replied, louder. He glanced behind him. “Hey, there’s a little cottage over there. Do you think whoever lives there would want us picking their flowers?”
“I’m only picking a few!” Kratos said. “And anyway, I’ve already started.” He held up a fistful of dandelions to illustrate.
Yuan’s palm met his forehead. He trudged over to Kratos. “Dimwit. Those are dandelions. You don’t give those to your girlfriend.”
“Why not?” Kratos picked another one, rebelliously. “They’re pretty.”
“They’re a weed.”
“So what? I like them.” He picked out a delicate pink flower, followed by another dandelion.
“The idea is for Anna to like them,” Yuan pointed out.
“Oh.” Kratos looked down at his growing bouquet. “. . . Maybe I should pick some other flowers, too.”
“Maybe you should.” Yuan tried to be patient and picked a purple bell-shaped flower. He handed it to Kratos. “Try a few like these.”
“Okay.”
Kratos set to picking a few more appropriate flowers with a little help from the more experienced Yuan. From time to time, Yuan noticed him sneaking in a few more dandelions, but he decided not to comment.
After about fifteen minutes, Kratos held up his results, which had turned into a large bouquet. Half of it seemed to be made of dandelions.
“Is this enough?” Kratos asked. “You’re the expert, after all.”
“It’s fine,” Yuan said, lying only slightly. “Now let’s get going before they all wilt.”
“Um, okay.” Kratos started wandering around aimlessly.
Yuan trailed after him for a moment before asking, “You do know how to get out of here, don’t you?”
“No,” Kratos admitted. “Usually I just wander around until something happens and I’m back.”
Palm met forehead again with a slap. “You mean you have no idea how to leave? At all?”
“No. But why don’t we try seeing what’s in that cottage over there?” Kratos pointed with his free hand.
“All right.” Yuan sighed. “Lead on. You’re the expert, after all.”
The pair started walking toward it, arriving fairly quickly. Kratos knocked and received no reply, so he entered, followed by Yuan. The inside of the cottage was very small; there were only two rooms. The one they entered first had only a writing desk, a chair, and a few assorted odds and ends in the room.
“Let’s try over here.” Kratos pushed open the door to the next room . . . and stepped back into the town in which he started.
“Huh,” was all Yuan said as he stepped into the town behind him.
“See?” Kratos wore the closest he could get to a smug look. “I told you we’d be fine.”
“Dumb luck for a dumb guy,” Yuan repeated.
“Shut up, Yuan.” Kratos looked back down at his flowers. “I’m going to go find Anna. See you around! And thanks for helping me,” he added.
Yuan smiled, an affectionate note coming into his voice. “Anytime. Good luck giving her those flowers, and I hope she likes them.”
“Me too.” Kratos looked nervous for a moment before his expression changed to one of determination. “Bye, Yuan!”
“Bye, Kratos.” Yuan watched him scoot off, smiling a bit to himself. Then he headed off to practice his magic.
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