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[Dec. 9] [Suikoden V] Definitely
Title: Definitely
Day/Theme: Dec. 9, 2009 "one last day in the shadows"
Series: Suikoden V
Character/Pairing: Shoon, his family
Rating: PG
I was inspired to write about Shoon by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
maiji's doujinshi "Perhaps" -hence my title.
The fact that his parents let him go at all was evidence of how bad circumstances were for the family.
On a cloudy day, in a tiny mountain village so small as to be left off all but the most local, specialized maps, a nimble little boy, the best fighter in the village, walked down the steep and rocky path to the main road with his mother, where they settled down to say what might be their last good-byes for quite some time. "You're sure you want to do this, Shoon?" she asked, although it was probably better at this point not to second guess this plan. Something had to be done if their family was to survive. She had been doing all she could, talking in laundry and babysitting neighborhood children on top of her own three to scrounge up a few more measly potch, but the whole village was all but destitute. No family could survive without a regular source of outside income, and Asella's husband was far too sick to work. Shoon was still such an innocent young boy, but he wasn't letting any of that stop him from stepping up and taking on responsibilities worthy of a grown man.
"I have to do it, Mom," he took his red pack from her nervous hands and slung it over his shoulder. It didn't hold much, but within its pockets was everything he had in this world. His possessions were few, but that only left plenty of space to carry his family's love. "I've been to Stormfist before with Dad. And I'm a real good fighter, so I'm not scared," he reached out to pat her hand.
"Oh, Shoon, you're so brave!" Asella bent down and enfolded him in her patched yellow sleeves. No matter how brave he was for an eight-year-old, indeed, all he was was an eight-year-old. If only Daglass weren't so sick... If only she never had to let him go...
Covered up by those sleeves, their connection in Stormfist almost missed Shoon as he rode along the main path. He slowed to a sudden halt as he recognized Asella and caught a glimpse of a little blond head with a red headband wrapped around it sticking out of her arms. "Asella, are you trying to smother the boy rather than send him away with me?" Kan-feng laughed.
"Mom!" Shoon pushed away from her embrace, embarrassed to be caught in such a state by the man who had connections to the gladiator games.
"C'mere, lad, you can ride up in front of me." Shoon approached the gray horse with some apprehension. After all, it was so big, and its heavy hooves clomped impatiently on the ground... Shoon timidly reached up toward the saddle and Kan-feng ripped him from the ground and placed him on the saddle.
Asella looked near tears. "Don't cry, Mom," Shoon comforted her before they began the long ride to reach the fortress city. "I'll be careful and I'll send you lots of money to help out at home. I'll be the best in Stormfist! Just you wait! Definitely!"
Day/Theme: Dec. 9, 2009 "one last day in the shadows"
Series: Suikoden V
Character/Pairing: Shoon, his family
Rating: PG
I was inspired to write about Shoon by
maiji's doujinshi "Perhaps" -hence my title.The fact that his parents let him go at all was evidence of how bad circumstances were for the family.
On a cloudy day, in a tiny mountain village so small as to be left off all but the most local, specialized maps, a nimble little boy, the best fighter in the village, walked down the steep and rocky path to the main road with his mother, where they settled down to say what might be their last good-byes for quite some time. "You're sure you want to do this, Shoon?" she asked, although it was probably better at this point not to second guess this plan. Something had to be done if their family was to survive. She had been doing all she could, talking in laundry and babysitting neighborhood children on top of her own three to scrounge up a few more measly potch, but the whole village was all but destitute. No family could survive without a regular source of outside income, and Asella's husband was far too sick to work. Shoon was still such an innocent young boy, but he wasn't letting any of that stop him from stepping up and taking on responsibilities worthy of a grown man.
"I have to do it, Mom," he took his red pack from her nervous hands and slung it over his shoulder. It didn't hold much, but within its pockets was everything he had in this world. His possessions were few, but that only left plenty of space to carry his family's love. "I've been to Stormfist before with Dad. And I'm a real good fighter, so I'm not scared," he reached out to pat her hand.
"Oh, Shoon, you're so brave!" Asella bent down and enfolded him in her patched yellow sleeves. No matter how brave he was for an eight-year-old, indeed, all he was was an eight-year-old. If only Daglass weren't so sick... If only she never had to let him go...
Covered up by those sleeves, their connection in Stormfist almost missed Shoon as he rode along the main path. He slowed to a sudden halt as he recognized Asella and caught a glimpse of a little blond head with a red headband wrapped around it sticking out of her arms. "Asella, are you trying to smother the boy rather than send him away with me?" Kan-feng laughed.
"Mom!" Shoon pushed away from her embrace, embarrassed to be caught in such a state by the man who had connections to the gladiator games.
"C'mere, lad, you can ride up in front of me." Shoon approached the gray horse with some apprehension. After all, it was so big, and its heavy hooves clomped impatiently on the ground... Shoon timidly reached up toward the saddle and Kan-feng ripped him from the ground and placed him on the saddle.
Asella looked near tears. "Don't cry, Mom," Shoon comforted her before they began the long ride to reach the fortress city. "I'll be careful and I'll send you lots of money to help out at home. I'll be the best in Stormfist! Just you wait! Definitely!"