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A Nohrian Boy and a Hoshidan Girl	By : NTheTwelfth Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Sorry for the delay, school has been rough. Also, really, really dark stuff in this one.
Chapter 4: Nightmares
It was a familiar scene, one that she had seen many times, much to her dismay, albeit she had not seen it for several months. All the circumstances flowed in-and-out of one another, creating false memories made of true memories. The smell of perfume, arousal, and blood. Pain in her groin from what she was doing. The feeling of oxygen being cut off from her brain. The feelings of confusion and betrayal, but not knowing why. Her lips touching her own, and the sweet things she used to say. Them playing games together, followed by a slimy warmth flooding into her deepest recesses. She awoke with a start. Jack was keeping watch and seemingly didn't notice her nightmare, and his back was turned to her. Shion felt her heartbeat slow back down to normal rhythm and she shivered from the cold night air on her sweaty skin.
“You alright?” Jack said, turning to her. “Maybe I should've woken you, but nightmares can mentally scar the person if they are woken during them.”
“...You knew?”
“With how you were thrashing about, it was hard not to notice.” Jack smiled softly, but his expression quickly fell. “...Is this something you want to talk about? You also said things like ‘Stop,’ and ‘Please, no.’ ...Are you okay, Shion?” Jack mirrored her words from several days ago.
Shion felt the walls start to crumble, but tried her best to play it off as she had always done as she scoffed. “Me? Totally fi-ne.” Her voice cracked on the last word, betraying her. Jack was not convinced.
“I won’t push it. If you don’t want to talk, don’t. But I’ll listen if you will.”
Shion was at a crossroads, she knew. She could tell everything, and probably end up hurting Jack; or say nothing and end up hurting him later, and probably worse in doing so. “It’s not… ...How much can I trust you?”
Jack thought for a moment. “Well, we haven’t killed each other, and we’ve gone, what, a month together? You’ve seen my only family, and you invited me to see yours. So you can trust me as much or as little as you like, but I’d say we’re past acquaintances at this point. I know that I trust you as a close person to me, a dear friend and partner.” His smile is small, but genuine.
“Partner… Right.” Shion took a deep breath and readied herself as she gathered her thoughts. “Then, I trust you… Partner. Enough to… To say everything.” Shion trembled. “But it’s…not easy to hear, and it’s not easy to say.” Jack settled and let her speak as much as she wanted to. Shion’s eyes tightened as she recounted the story that no one else knew, and as the story went on, she just kept saying more than she wanted to.
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I was just a little girl. Probably, seven or eight years old. Able to understand some basic things, but nothing of major significance. Not…how to love. Not what that entails. Of course, I knew that there was a good reason my parents lived together, or why my brother had a girlfriend, but I had no idea what that truly meant.
I was a lonely kid, off on my own, doing my own thing. It didn't win me any friends. Nobody wanted to befriend the quiet, stupid girl who spent her days birdwatching and swimming in the river. Riku, my brother, was my only respite from the loneliness, but he was enlisted in the foot army, and he was always under orders to fight if necessary. So he was often out, and I was often alone.
But one day, a family moved in next door to me, and they had a daughter. The parents were often out. In retrospect, I know why, why they rented hotel rooms away from their house for several nights at a time, to make…space for us. The daughter was a little older than me, but treated me as if there was no difference. The quiet girl and the new girl, neither with friends, so we clicked. We did everything together, playing games and sports, reading books, playing with toys and make-believe, you know, like normal kid things. But she...had other plans.
One day, I went to her house as normal, but something was different. She said that she was feeling things for me. I didn't know what that meant. She said that…we could do…things that had to be kept secret, even from my own parents. I thought that we were friends but she…she wanted more. Not as a little girl and the preteen, but as a…romantic couple.
I was…confused. I thought that it should be boys and girls, not two girls. But she stepped close to me and...rubbed my...my crotch. It felt...really good. Something that was… It was thrilling, exciting, I wanted more. In this haze, she…she kissed me on the lips, and I guess I...I orgasmed from it. It was different from my mother or father kissing me goodnight, I was feeling...so many...things for the first time, so much confusion and happiness and anxiety and fear and lust and…
...She pushed me onto the bed, and before I knew it, my shirt was off and she was kissing my nipples, and I kicked my feet in the air as I felt the rush of blood again. She kept saying things like “I love you” and “You are perfect like this” and other…predatory words. And I believed them all. I felt loved in a way that I never had, this was something that felt...good and right, even though I didn't really understand it. So I did nothing.
...This happened for...about a year, getting worse every day, always away from prying outside gazes, in the basement. Her parents were always out when she...did those things…and we never did anything at mine, because she said that…that “We’d get in a lot of trouble if anyone found out, so it has to be a secret…” *She takes a breath* ...Because that’s what her parents said to her. But I was…I was willing and content. Stupid…
*Despite her breathing techniques, she was getting really shaky and was forcing herself to talk through the pain.* She took...a strap-on toy from her mother’s collection and...took my last shred of innocence one winter day. It hurt a lot and I felt really upset, but not for long, because I trusted her. I had...this growing, nagging voice in my head, saying that I should stop this, tell mom and dad, to do something rather than let this happen. ...And I still did nothing. She was…like a big sister who loved me.
One day...she was moving away suddenly. When I went in to talk to her, there were a bunch of...men in her house. They tied a bag on my head and threw me into the basement that so much...pain had happened in already, and they-! They each had a turn on me, they all...USED me… All while she watched. I called out to her to help, to stop them, that it hurt, that I didn't want this. And she did nothing. She just watched them…
And then she was gone. Left me behind like garbage to be thrown away. I became really shut off, well, more so than usual. Spoke very little. Some days I said nothing all day. I guess my parents just thought I was shaken up by her leaving…how little they really knew… But my brother, Riku, he…he knew something. And he said, “Shion, I know you are hurt by something, but you will always have me, alright?” And then...he was...killed. Murdered by Nohrians. Made a mockery of him, strung him up like a puppet… ...I snapped.
I ran away…with a knife. I didn't know what I was going to do with it… I just knew that…I wanted...my brother back. I wanted to get back at yo- at the Nohrians that killed him. So I slipped in the border, and saw... a field hospital tent. The one…where Prince Xander’s former retainer was being treated…*The words barely came out.* ...The same one...your mother was working at.
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“I slaughtered them all. Without mercy. I saw the blood on the tiles and saw my knife stained red… And I felt sick to my stomach. I vomited up bile and ran away, away from my sins. Into the woods. I must have run for 30 minutes. I felt so...guilty. I… I took the knife…and stabbed myself and threw the knife away. I didn't want to live with myself after that. I guess maybe...maybe Riku was looking at me, because my own body crumpled and clotted the blood. I woke up and...cried.”
Jack said nothing but felt his own emotions start to lose control for the whole story. His body shook in sheer anger.
She refuses to face him. “I…I started to enjoy the prospect of dying…” She removed her long gloves and showed the pale lines running the length of her forearm. “...I tried six more times. And failed seven times... Hate me, kill me, leave me behind. I don’t care anymore. I don’t deserve your kindness. I’m a...a monster. Nothing more than a freak. A disgusting killer. I deserve nothing more than that.”
The air was heavy. “...All my life, all I wanted was…was to find who was responsible for taking my mother, splitting my family apart…” Despite the quivering in his arm, Jack reaches for his knife and draws it. “And now she’s right in front of me. An easy target." He approaches her, and she does not move. Rather, she opens her arms and awaits the punishment she thinks she deserves.
His arms around her torso and the clattering of steel on rock far away was not what was expected, however.
His voice was quiet and full of pain. “You’ve been through so much… No more…” Her shoulder was now wet, and the only sounds were their combined forced breaths and the dying crackles of the fire.
“Wh-What in the hell are you doing?! Kill me! Like how I killed your mother! S-stop loving me…” She was frozen in both fear and confusion. “I don’t deserve anything! The only thing I deserve is to die!”
“I...I will not. I won’t stop because I love you.”
Even the fire’s stopped making sounds at this stage.
“...W-Why…?” Her voice barely existed.
“Because I want to take...your pain away, not add to it. I...I don’t care if you don't trust me, that’s valid… But I want you to know that…you’re human. That’s all. You...you deserve to be happy. You just lashed out.”
“How...How can you even look at me for what I did? How can you show me any kindness when all I did was lie to you, show you a façade, a mask in front of the girl behind?”
His hug grew tighter. “...Time…doesn't heal all wounds. But you need someone. And I...I want to be that someone, for you. Would…Would you let me, that much?”
She finally untensed her body to his embrace and a weak, sadly happy smile creased her face, as she felt the warmth she really deserved.
AN: ...This one hurt me. One last one, where the juicy stuff will finally happen, next time, pinky promise.
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