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ajremixSomeone did translations to the drama CDs Side Red and Side Black. You'd have to read them to truly understand where this is coming from.
Title: Underneath it All: First for Everything
Series: Guilty Gear
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1197
Character: Ky and Sol
Summary: After Drama CDs Side Red and Side Black. Something is bridged.
He stood at the door for a good five minutes, trying to come up with a reason to go in. Likewise, he was also trying to come up with a reason to leave.
The medical wing never held any interest for Sol and he had never gotten hurt so badly that he was forced to come down this way. Nor was he anything like the ‘boy scout’ leaders who went down to check on their injured, if not just to give the wounded the illusion that they mattered.
And, of course, depending on the boy scout, they would say that they did matter.
One of whose doors he was contemplating.
Sol scowled to himself, looking at the familiar number that he stood in front of for the second time in as many days. It wasn’t that he was doing this to be nice, or to brag that he was the one that saved the boy’s sorry ass. It was just a feeling of…. being off. That something should have happened, something was changed. Whether it was supposed to be this way or not didn’t much factor into Sol’s thoughts. He didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened if Ky had died out there. Mainly for the fact that it sent a cold tensing down his back- the same one he got whenever he felt something bad happening.
He could complain about the kid, growling at his superior attitude and how he was always ragging on the taller man, but it really didn’t matter. Though Ky was an annoying nag, Sol understood why he did it. He knew the importance of this Holy Order (which was why he joined, even though he hated taking orders) and he knew that he was being occasionally overly difficult to deal with (half the time, he had to admit, was out of spite). But he felt something about Ky, that he was important in the long run. And the way his men willingly gave their lives to him, dying more for the boy than for what the order stood for, it was something Sol knew he could use in the future.
There were voices coming down the corridor and Sol scowled. Great, looks like his decision had just been made. Go in and feel awkward around the boy, or look stupid standing in front of the boy’s door. At least with the former option there’d only be one person to witness his acting the fool and then Ky wasn’t the sort to hold it over anyone, even Sol.
So, taking a deep breath and praying to whoever decided to be benevolent, he ducked his head and went inside.
Ky looked up, surprised. It wasn’t that he didn’t often get visitors, they just generally never came at this time of the evening. And to see that it was Sol made it all the more of a surprise. For a good minute the two looked at the other in a wary silence.
“Well….” Ky cleared his throat. “This is a first.”
“So it is….” Came the careful reply. The last thing he needed was to get Ky pissed at him when he was injured, he may get so worked up he’d reopen a wound.
“To what do I owe this great honor?”
Sol sneered. “Go ahead and drop the sarcasm. I’m not here to gloat or anything.”
Though Sol’s straightforwardness was to be expected, Ky was still, somehow caught off guard. “Oh?” He smoothed out a barely existent wrinkle in his otherwise immaculate bed sheet. Something about that struck a chord of annoyance in the other man. “Then why are you here?”
“Because.” He clenched his jaw and had to look away. He expected Ky to try to prompt him, but the blonde stayed silent, as if he understood Sol’s uneasy truce with words. They rarely ever had the habit of coming out the way he wanted them to. “Because I was worried.”
Everything from his breath to his thoughts seemed to have found someway to not make it to his mouth. “Y….You were,” Ky finally managed, “you were worried? About me?”
Sol slouched and tried to look further away. “Don’t act so surprised.”
“I-I’m sorry, but I am.” He scratched his head and winced when pain bit into his arm. “I thought you didn’t…. like me.” He realized how childish that sounded.
“Well…. It didn’t seem like you cared if I did or not.”
“I don’t.” Ky countered quickly, cursing the treachery of his pale cheeks. But then he just as quickly corrected himself. “I mean, it wasn’t a big priority to get your favor, after all.” There was that uncomfortable silence again. Ky cleared his throat once more. “So, um….” he winced, not used to hesitation in his voice, “what were you worried about.”
“Something feels…. not right.”
“ ‘Not right’?”
Sol shook his head. A few strands of dark hair managed to wriggle free from where his broad back had pressed it against the wall. “Sort of like…. ‘déjà vu’. Except like something was changed.”
“Would that still be déjà vu then?”
“It’s hard to explain.” He said defensively.
Perhaps it was the painkillers. Or maybe his exhaustion. Or just the fact that he and Sol had never talked so long civilly, but Ky didn’t want to just go back to walking on eggshells. Not this time. So he bowed his head and said encouragingly, “Please, continue.”
Surprised at the soft politeness of the boy’s voice (a tone that hadn’t been directed towards himself for a long, long time now), Sol settled more fully against the wall, a dry ‘ah’ in the empty space between them. “It’s…. The only way I can think to explain it is….” Somehow, it almost hurt saying this. Maybe it was because he was actually acknowledging what had almost happened. “It’s like you shouldn’t be here. Like you should have died out there.”
Ky’s thin brows came down in a blank sort of expression, but he said nothing.
“It was because of that I-No girl.” He continued, looking away again. “I know it.”
“She wasn’t human, I know.” Ky finally said. “She was a Gear.”
Slowly, Sol turned his head towards the boy. “You nearly died for her.”
“I know.”
“And you knew she was a Gear.”
“I did.”
He pushed off the wall. “I thought you hated Gears.”
There was a long silence.
“I hate anyone that takes lives without regard. Gear or human.” Clear blue eyes looked up at him through a veil of golden lashes. “Do you disapprove.”
It seemed, this entire time, Sol was searching for something inside Ky that explained why a connection with him was important. And after so many encounters, watching the movement of thoughts on his smooth face in the empty white-wash of the room, he finally seemed to find it.
“No.” He said in a soft rumble. “Not at all.” He turned around, hand going for the doorknob. “I’ll let you rest.”
There was a shifting noise as Ky slipped under the covers. “Thank you for visiting, Sol. I do appreciate it.”
I know. He thought, but just waved carelessly before he slipped beyond the door.
Title: Underneath it All: First for Everything
Series: Guilty Gear
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1197
Character: Ky and Sol
Summary: After Drama CDs Side Red and Side Black. Something is bridged.
He stood at the door for a good five minutes, trying to come up with a reason to go in. Likewise, he was also trying to come up with a reason to leave.
The medical wing never held any interest for Sol and he had never gotten hurt so badly that he was forced to come down this way. Nor was he anything like the ‘boy scout’ leaders who went down to check on their injured, if not just to give the wounded the illusion that they mattered.
And, of course, depending on the boy scout, they would say that they did matter.
One of whose doors he was contemplating.
Sol scowled to himself, looking at the familiar number that he stood in front of for the second time in as many days. It wasn’t that he was doing this to be nice, or to brag that he was the one that saved the boy’s sorry ass. It was just a feeling of…. being off. That something should have happened, something was changed. Whether it was supposed to be this way or not didn’t much factor into Sol’s thoughts. He didn’t want to think about what might’ve happened if Ky had died out there. Mainly for the fact that it sent a cold tensing down his back- the same one he got whenever he felt something bad happening.
He could complain about the kid, growling at his superior attitude and how he was always ragging on the taller man, but it really didn’t matter. Though Ky was an annoying nag, Sol understood why he did it. He knew the importance of this Holy Order (which was why he joined, even though he hated taking orders) and he knew that he was being occasionally overly difficult to deal with (half the time, he had to admit, was out of spite). But he felt something about Ky, that he was important in the long run. And the way his men willingly gave their lives to him, dying more for the boy than for what the order stood for, it was something Sol knew he could use in the future.
There were voices coming down the corridor and Sol scowled. Great, looks like his decision had just been made. Go in and feel awkward around the boy, or look stupid standing in front of the boy’s door. At least with the former option there’d only be one person to witness his acting the fool and then Ky wasn’t the sort to hold it over anyone, even Sol.
So, taking a deep breath and praying to whoever decided to be benevolent, he ducked his head and went inside.
Ky looked up, surprised. It wasn’t that he didn’t often get visitors, they just generally never came at this time of the evening. And to see that it was Sol made it all the more of a surprise. For a good minute the two looked at the other in a wary silence.
“Well….” Ky cleared his throat. “This is a first.”
“So it is….” Came the careful reply. The last thing he needed was to get Ky pissed at him when he was injured, he may get so worked up he’d reopen a wound.
“To what do I owe this great honor?”
Sol sneered. “Go ahead and drop the sarcasm. I’m not here to gloat or anything.”
Though Sol’s straightforwardness was to be expected, Ky was still, somehow caught off guard. “Oh?” He smoothed out a barely existent wrinkle in his otherwise immaculate bed sheet. Something about that struck a chord of annoyance in the other man. “Then why are you here?”
“Because.” He clenched his jaw and had to look away. He expected Ky to try to prompt him, but the blonde stayed silent, as if he understood Sol’s uneasy truce with words. They rarely ever had the habit of coming out the way he wanted them to. “Because I was worried.”
Everything from his breath to his thoughts seemed to have found someway to not make it to his mouth. “Y….You were,” Ky finally managed, “you were worried? About me?”
Sol slouched and tried to look further away. “Don’t act so surprised.”
“I-I’m sorry, but I am.” He scratched his head and winced when pain bit into his arm. “I thought you didn’t…. like me.” He realized how childish that sounded.
“Well…. It didn’t seem like you cared if I did or not.”
“I don’t.” Ky countered quickly, cursing the treachery of his pale cheeks. But then he just as quickly corrected himself. “I mean, it wasn’t a big priority to get your favor, after all.” There was that uncomfortable silence again. Ky cleared his throat once more. “So, um….” he winced, not used to hesitation in his voice, “what were you worried about.”
“Something feels…. not right.”
“ ‘Not right’?”
Sol shook his head. A few strands of dark hair managed to wriggle free from where his broad back had pressed it against the wall. “Sort of like…. ‘déjà vu’. Except like something was changed.”
“Would that still be déjà vu then?”
“It’s hard to explain.” He said defensively.
Perhaps it was the painkillers. Or maybe his exhaustion. Or just the fact that he and Sol had never talked so long civilly, but Ky didn’t want to just go back to walking on eggshells. Not this time. So he bowed his head and said encouragingly, “Please, continue.”
Surprised at the soft politeness of the boy’s voice (a tone that hadn’t been directed towards himself for a long, long time now), Sol settled more fully against the wall, a dry ‘ah’ in the empty space between them. “It’s…. The only way I can think to explain it is….” Somehow, it almost hurt saying this. Maybe it was because he was actually acknowledging what had almost happened. “It’s like you shouldn’t be here. Like you should have died out there.”
Ky’s thin brows came down in a blank sort of expression, but he said nothing.
“It was because of that I-No girl.” He continued, looking away again. “I know it.”
“She wasn’t human, I know.” Ky finally said. “She was a Gear.”
Slowly, Sol turned his head towards the boy. “You nearly died for her.”
“I know.”
“And you knew she was a Gear.”
“I did.”
He pushed off the wall. “I thought you hated Gears.”
There was a long silence.
“I hate anyone that takes lives without regard. Gear or human.” Clear blue eyes looked up at him through a veil of golden lashes. “Do you disapprove.”
It seemed, this entire time, Sol was searching for something inside Ky that explained why a connection with him was important. And after so many encounters, watching the movement of thoughts on his smooth face in the empty white-wash of the room, he finally seemed to find it.
“No.” He said in a soft rumble. “Not at all.” He turned around, hand going for the doorknob. “I’ll let you rest.”
There was a shifting noise as Ky slipped under the covers. “Thank you for visiting, Sol. I do appreciate it.”
I know. He thought, but just waved carelessly before he slipped beyond the door.
