Guilty Gear fic (at last!)
Jun. 7th, 2007 09:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rallamajoopTook me a while longer to get this up that I was expecting, because I’ve actually (gasp!) been being a good girl and working on that giant FMA/TRC crossover of mine instead of getting distracted by side projects. And I really don’t know whether this is what I had people expecting after I made that original post...
Anyway, as promised, this is based in the alternate universe from the Side Red/Side Black drama CDs, probably won’t make a lot of sense if you’re not familiar with them (mp3s and translations for which are up online, on the off chance there’s still anyone out there I haven’t linked to those yet). But if anyone is curious but can’t be bothered going through all those tracks, have a brief summary:
(Since these probably count as spoilers, highlight to read)During the war, Ky is killed trying to single-handedly fight off a major gear attack. Sol takes over command of the Holy Order (Ky’s dying request), and eventually defeats Justice much like in the regular timeline. However, events in this world have changed enough that Dizzy, rather than being brought up by humans, is raised by Justice herself and eventually takes over the gear army after her mother’s death. Ten years after Sol takes over the Order, the war is still going. And the odds aren’t looking all that good for mankind.
I-no is also involved in there somewhere, but I wouldn’t want to spoil everything for you =P.
Title: Game Over
Rating: PG
Word count: 685
Notes: Contains some implied Sol/Ky. Also Angst. No, that capitalisation was not accidental.
Even in death, Ky just won’t give him a break. He has a habit of showing up during the few hours Sol gets on maybe a weekly basis for some proper sleep; always looking unfairly healthy and clean, so close to glowing with all that holy righteousness that it would make anyone sick. Sol pretends to be asleep or pretends Ky’s not there, but even though ‘sleep’ these days usually means he falls flat on his face on the first comfortable surface he sees and doesn’t move an inch until someone wakes him up to deal with yet another goddamn gear attack, this strategy never works. It’s like pretending you can’t feel the sun shining into your face.
The conversation goes something like this.
“Sol,” Ky’s voice will say, no footsteps leading up, no more warning than that. Sol does not look up – will spend the whole conversation speaking into whatever he’s using as pillow when can get away with it, but Ky will only repeat his name if he doesn’t respond.
“Shut up,” he grumbles. “Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?”
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” says Ky, polite nonsense.
Sol growls, “What are you doing here? If you’ve come back for your army, you can have it. Might be a bit worse for wear than it used to be.”
Ky tells him, “It isn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Even muffled by the pillow Sol sounds incredulous. “Haven’t you seen how fast we’re sending troops after you?”
“It’s been like that from the beginning,” Ky says, too gently. “It’s war. There’ll always be casualties. On both sides.”
“Cut the crap,” Sol snarls. “We’re losing and you know it.” And that’s top of the list of things even he might not acknowledge in waking hours, but in this company, what’s the use of pretence?
“You haven’t lost,” Ky says. “You defeated Justice.”
Sol doesn’t want reminding, he’s never picked up Ky’s taste for heroics. “Bitch left us a hell of a going away present.”
But the damn kid won’t let even that discourage him. “Dizzy isn’t undefeatable either. You haven’t done badly.”
“Like hell.” It drives him even more insane that Ky keeps his temper so easily now. “If you were alive, you’d have argued with every order I ever gave.”
“You can’t dwell on what could have been, Sol,” says Ky, and if Sol had been in the mood to care, that might have been as close as he ever got in these meetings to sounding regretful. “All you can do is keep moving forward.”
Sol hasn’t been convinced for a long time there is anywhere forward for them to go – this war’s gone on over a hundred years already, and the only reason it won’t last another hundred is there’ll be no-one left to fight it. A glorious death in battle isn’t his style. Leading an army in defence of mankind isn’t his style either, but he knows who to blame that one on. “Bastard,” he grumbles, and it might be a good thing his face is somewhere Ky can’t see it. “Knew you went and died just to make me do your job for you.”
“It’ll be alright, Sol. Have faith.” The weight of a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Everything you’ve achieved hasn’t been in vain. And even…”
It’s nearly always right at this point that someone comes bursting in with news of some new disaster which absolutely can’t be dealt with without the commander’s input, and Sol gets reminded anew that real sleep or a night without restless ghosts to bother you are luxuries for people who haven’t had the fate of the world deposited on their shoulders. Even after that, he can count on spending the rest of at least the next twenty four hours with the nagging urge to get a certain teenaged Frenchman somewhere private and strip him out of his clothes, which was frustrating enough even back when it was just a really bad idea and not a metaphysically impossibility to boot.
He never gets anything useful done on those days.
As always with first attempts at fic in new fandoms, any feedback much appreciated.
I’ve also got some longer fic in the works – longer meaning it’s somewhere near the 9000 word mark, tending more towards the gen end of the spectrum though featuring the same characters (and already forcing me to invent reasonably convincing military strategy for use against giant, sentient bioweapons. o_o Wikipedia is not able to give me much help on this.) It'll probably be my next big project after I’ve finished Catalyst at this rate. And it would benefit a lot from having someone to beta it for me, if anyone feels up to the job. =D
Anyway, as promised, this is based in the alternate universe from the Side Red/Side Black drama CDs, probably won’t make a lot of sense if you’re not familiar with them (mp3s and translations for which are up online, on the off chance there’s still anyone out there I haven’t linked to those yet). But if anyone is curious but can’t be bothered going through all those tracks, have a brief summary:
(Since these probably count as spoilers, highlight to read)During the war, Ky is killed trying to single-handedly fight off a major gear attack. Sol takes over command of the Holy Order (Ky’s dying request), and eventually defeats Justice much like in the regular timeline. However, events in this world have changed enough that Dizzy, rather than being brought up by humans, is raised by Justice herself and eventually takes over the gear army after her mother’s death. Ten years after Sol takes over the Order, the war is still going. And the odds aren’t looking all that good for mankind.
I-no is also involved in there somewhere, but I wouldn’t want to spoil everything for you =P.
Title: Game Over
Rating: PG
Word count: 685
Notes: Contains some implied Sol/Ky. Also Angst. No, that capitalisation was not accidental.
Even in death, Ky just won’t give him a break. He has a habit of showing up during the few hours Sol gets on maybe a weekly basis for some proper sleep; always looking unfairly healthy and clean, so close to glowing with all that holy righteousness that it would make anyone sick. Sol pretends to be asleep or pretends Ky’s not there, but even though ‘sleep’ these days usually means he falls flat on his face on the first comfortable surface he sees and doesn’t move an inch until someone wakes him up to deal with yet another goddamn gear attack, this strategy never works. It’s like pretending you can’t feel the sun shining into your face.
The conversation goes something like this.
“Sol,” Ky’s voice will say, no footsteps leading up, no more warning than that. Sol does not look up – will spend the whole conversation speaking into whatever he’s using as pillow when can get away with it, but Ky will only repeat his name if he doesn’t respond.
“Shut up,” he grumbles. “Can’t you see I’m trying to sleep?”
“I didn’t mean to disturb you,” says Ky, polite nonsense.
Sol growls, “What are you doing here? If you’ve come back for your army, you can have it. Might be a bit worse for wear than it used to be.”
Ky tells him, “It isn’t that bad.”
“Not that bad?” Even muffled by the pillow Sol sounds incredulous. “Haven’t you seen how fast we’re sending troops after you?”
“It’s been like that from the beginning,” Ky says, too gently. “It’s war. There’ll always be casualties. On both sides.”
“Cut the crap,” Sol snarls. “We’re losing and you know it.” And that’s top of the list of things even he might not acknowledge in waking hours, but in this company, what’s the use of pretence?
“You haven’t lost,” Ky says. “You defeated Justice.”
Sol doesn’t want reminding, he’s never picked up Ky’s taste for heroics. “Bitch left us a hell of a going away present.”
But the damn kid won’t let even that discourage him. “Dizzy isn’t undefeatable either. You haven’t done badly.”
“Like hell.” It drives him even more insane that Ky keeps his temper so easily now. “If you were alive, you’d have argued with every order I ever gave.”
“You can’t dwell on what could have been, Sol,” says Ky, and if Sol had been in the mood to care, that might have been as close as he ever got in these meetings to sounding regretful. “All you can do is keep moving forward.”
Sol hasn’t been convinced for a long time there is anywhere forward for them to go – this war’s gone on over a hundred years already, and the only reason it won’t last another hundred is there’ll be no-one left to fight it. A glorious death in battle isn’t his style. Leading an army in defence of mankind isn’t his style either, but he knows who to blame that one on. “Bastard,” he grumbles, and it might be a good thing his face is somewhere Ky can’t see it. “Knew you went and died just to make me do your job for you.”
“It’ll be alright, Sol. Have faith.” The weight of a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “Everything you’ve achieved hasn’t been in vain. And even…”
It’s nearly always right at this point that someone comes bursting in with news of some new disaster which absolutely can’t be dealt with without the commander’s input, and Sol gets reminded anew that real sleep or a night without restless ghosts to bother you are luxuries for people who haven’t had the fate of the world deposited on their shoulders. Even after that, he can count on spending the rest of at least the next twenty four hours with the nagging urge to get a certain teenaged Frenchman somewhere private and strip him out of his clothes, which was frustrating enough even back when it was just a really bad idea and not a metaphysically impossibility to boot.
He never gets anything useful done on those days.
As always with first attempts at fic in new fandoms, any feedback much appreciated.
I’ve also got some longer fic in the works – longer meaning it’s somewhere near the 9000 word mark, tending more towards the gen end of the spectrum though featuring the same characters (and already forcing me to invent reasonably convincing military strategy for use against giant, sentient bioweapons. o_o Wikipedia is not able to give me much help on this.) It'll probably be my next big project after I’ve finished Catalyst at this rate. And it would benefit a lot from having someone to beta it for me, if anyone feels up to the job. =D