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Suikoden II - Fishing
Title: Fishing
Wordcount: 1328
Fandom: Suikoden II
Rating: G
Warnings: Playing around in-between certain scenes halfway through the game. This contains spoilers for events in Banner Village/a certain character...can this particular thing even be considered a spoiler anymore?. Note: I can't remember how things exactly played out, and I can't find a script online, so uh... More than likely not accurate.
Summary: Ko has a discussion with someone he never expected to meet.
Ko scrubbed at his face angrily as he snuck away from the inn. Inside he could hear people laughing and cheering, and his sister’s voice as she called out orders to their father, and they all made him grit his teeth. Stupid sister!
He stalked away from the house t his little private spot, plots running through his head about how he’d get back at his sister this time. She thought she was so great just ‘cause she was older—hah! He’d show her. He’d—
Ko stopped and stared at the young man sitting on the edge of the dock. Strangers were few and far between and so news of them travelled fast. But Ko never heard of this one. The man didn’t seem to notice him, though, curled around his fishing pole. Ko crept closer when the man didn’t move, and eventually sat down beside him.
“…You’ll catch a cold if you sleep like that,” he muttered to himself. “’s’what sis always says, anyway.”
“Your sister is smart.”
Ko yelled and jumped away quickly, but the strange man just looked over at him and smiled. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Ko glared. “W-what’re you doing here anyway?” He paused and then straightened out and stood tall. “D-don’t you know who I am?”
The man shook his head, that strange sad smile still on his face. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”
“I’m the great Riou!” He pointed at his clothes, so very carefully copied from the few pictures he’d seen, and blushed with pride.
“The hero?” The man blinked and his smile brightened slightly. “You’re very young. You must be very strong.”
Ko grinned at the praise. “’Course I am!”
“So what brings a great hero out here at this time?” The man glanced up towards the darkening sky, the sun hidden behind the trees.
Ko deflated at that and sat down beside the man. “I got yelled at.” He kicked his feet and the water rippled gently. The man’s fishing line bobbed. “She always finds something to complain about.”
“Your sister?” Ko nodded and the man returned his attention to his line. “I think you’re rather lucky.”
“What?” He stared at the man. “How’m I lucky, mister?”
He smiled again but his eyes were just as sad as before. “A family is a wonderful thing to have, Mr. Hero.” He glanced over and Ko looked down, embarrassed. “So I think you’re lucky.”
Ko kicked out at the air again and then pulled his legs up so his knees pressed against his chest. The man continued fishing, that small sad smile still on his face. Ko wanted to ask about it, about why the man was here alone, but the sun finally set and his sister called for him. The man pulled in his line and cast it again.
“I think it’s time to go, Mr. Hero.” He looked over at Ko and smiled for real. “Thank you for the company.”
Ko hesitated and then nodded and stood. “Yeah… I’ll see you around, mister.” He turned and ran back towards his house, leaving the man in the green bandana alone with his fishing.
Ko sighed and made his way towards the fishing hole, his pole slung across his broad shoulders. He rather enjoyed his early morning fishing sessions, and the customers rather enjoyed the fresh fish. And with his wife cooking them they were never in short supply of customers lately.
He hummed to himself as he walked, but stopped abruptly when he heard a lure plop into the water and he quickly crouched down. Everyone knew this was his spot—it’d been so ever since he was a child. Someone had a lot of nerve to fish there.
He crept closer and peered around some bushes, the fishing pole held in his hand like a weapon. It clattered to the ground moments later as he stared. A young man in a green bandana sat peacefully on the dock as he cast his line, and Ko’s heart nearly skipped a beat. Memories of monsters and bandits, of bright lights and rune magic, two young heroes and a foolish boy… He shook his head in denial. No, it couldn’t be.
It wasn’t possible.
“I haven’t caught anything yet,” the young man said softly in the same voice Ko remembered. “You’re free to join me.”
Ko stood slowly and picked up the fishing pole in numb hands. The young man didn’t look over, but he didn’t have to. He’d never forget that face.
“You…”
The young man finally turned his head and he smiled that same sad smile in that same young face. But there was no recognition in his gaze. “I like this spot. I haven’t been back here in a long time, though…”
Almost twenty years, Ko wanted to say, but kept his mouth shut. He took a seat near the other and cast out his own line.
“So where’re you from?” He tried to keep his voice light.
“A bit of everywhere, I suppose. I was in the Grasslands a little while ago.”
“Did you get caught in the war?” Even in Banner Village they’d heard about it.
The young man shook his head. “No. I wanted to see an old friend, but it seems I arrived too late.” His left hand twitched slightly and Ko looked away. “So I wandered a bit.”
“Wandering’s good. I used to when I was a kid.” The young man grinned and Ko continued. “I’d go for hikes on the paths, especially after getting scolded.” He paused. “And sometimes I came up with silly ideas that got me into lots of trouble.”
They both went quiet after that and the water stirred gently in a passing wind. The ends of the young man’s bandana blew around, blocking his face from view.
“I knew a boy once who came here at night,” he said suddenly, his voice soft. “He was angry at his sister for scolding him.”
Ko nodded. “Yeah.”
A fish half jumped out of the water, ignoring the fishing line. “Did he still get angry after everything that happened?”
“…For a little while. He was just a kid—they don’t always understand.”
The young man nodded and reeled in his line. “No, they don’t, do they.” He stood and stared out over the water at the trees. The wind blew past again, stronger this time—the only sound for a long time. Finally Ko stared to say something, but a rustling behind drew both their attentions.
“Young Master, it’s time—oh. Hello.” The scarred blond man smiled kindly and nodded his head politely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking.”
Ko blinked. The stew man. But how—
“It’s fine. I was about to leave anyway.” The young man turned to Ko and bowed his head slightly. “I apologise.”
“No, it’s fine.” Ko scrambled to his feet and shifted his weight. It was strange to be so much taller than the other—really, he didn’t look much older than a boy.
The young man held out his gloved hand then and smiled. “It was good to talk to you again, Mr. Hero.”
Ko grinned and shook his hand. “It’s Ko.”
“Yes, I remember now.” He pulled his hand away and grabbed his fishing pole. He paused halfway to the blond man and turned back around. “I apologise. I never properly introduced myself. My name is Tir.”
Ko bowed his head. “I know, Mr. Hero.” He glanced over at the blond man. “I’m glad you have your family again.”
Tir smiled sadly. “Thank you.”
Ko hesitated as Tir turned again to join his friend, and then took a step forward, his voice louder than he meant. “Thank you for the company.”
This time Tir’s smile wasn’t quite so sad. “I’ll see you around.”
Ko watched them go, the forever-young man in the green bandana and his scarred companion, and continued to watch long after he was left alone with his fishing.
Wordcount: 1328
Fandom: Suikoden II
Rating: G
Warnings: Playing around in-between certain scenes halfway through the game. This contains spoilers for events in Banner Village/a certain character
Summary: Ko has a discussion with someone he never expected to meet.
Ko scrubbed at his face angrily as he snuck away from the inn. Inside he could hear people laughing and cheering, and his sister’s voice as she called out orders to their father, and they all made him grit his teeth. Stupid sister!
He stalked away from the house t his little private spot, plots running through his head about how he’d get back at his sister this time. She thought she was so great just ‘cause she was older—hah! He’d show her. He’d—
Ko stopped and stared at the young man sitting on the edge of the dock. Strangers were few and far between and so news of them travelled fast. But Ko never heard of this one. The man didn’t seem to notice him, though, curled around his fishing pole. Ko crept closer when the man didn’t move, and eventually sat down beside him.
“…You’ll catch a cold if you sleep like that,” he muttered to himself. “’s’what sis always says, anyway.”
“Your sister is smart.”
Ko yelled and jumped away quickly, but the strange man just looked over at him and smiled. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Ko glared. “W-what’re you doing here anyway?” He paused and then straightened out and stood tall. “D-don’t you know who I am?”
The man shook his head, that strange sad smile still on his face. “I’m sorry, I don’t.”
“I’m the great Riou!” He pointed at his clothes, so very carefully copied from the few pictures he’d seen, and blushed with pride.
“The hero?” The man blinked and his smile brightened slightly. “You’re very young. You must be very strong.”
Ko grinned at the praise. “’Course I am!”
“So what brings a great hero out here at this time?” The man glanced up towards the darkening sky, the sun hidden behind the trees.
Ko deflated at that and sat down beside the man. “I got yelled at.” He kicked his feet and the water rippled gently. The man’s fishing line bobbed. “She always finds something to complain about.”
“Your sister?” Ko nodded and the man returned his attention to his line. “I think you’re rather lucky.”
“What?” He stared at the man. “How’m I lucky, mister?”
He smiled again but his eyes were just as sad as before. “A family is a wonderful thing to have, Mr. Hero.” He glanced over and Ko looked down, embarrassed. “So I think you’re lucky.”
Ko kicked out at the air again and then pulled his legs up so his knees pressed against his chest. The man continued fishing, that small sad smile still on his face. Ko wanted to ask about it, about why the man was here alone, but the sun finally set and his sister called for him. The man pulled in his line and cast it again.
“I think it’s time to go, Mr. Hero.” He looked over at Ko and smiled for real. “Thank you for the company.”
Ko hesitated and then nodded and stood. “Yeah… I’ll see you around, mister.” He turned and ran back towards his house, leaving the man in the green bandana alone with his fishing.
Ko sighed and made his way towards the fishing hole, his pole slung across his broad shoulders. He rather enjoyed his early morning fishing sessions, and the customers rather enjoyed the fresh fish. And with his wife cooking them they were never in short supply of customers lately.
He hummed to himself as he walked, but stopped abruptly when he heard a lure plop into the water and he quickly crouched down. Everyone knew this was his spot—it’d been so ever since he was a child. Someone had a lot of nerve to fish there.
He crept closer and peered around some bushes, the fishing pole held in his hand like a weapon. It clattered to the ground moments later as he stared. A young man in a green bandana sat peacefully on the dock as he cast his line, and Ko’s heart nearly skipped a beat. Memories of monsters and bandits, of bright lights and rune magic, two young heroes and a foolish boy… He shook his head in denial. No, it couldn’t be.
It wasn’t possible.
“I haven’t caught anything yet,” the young man said softly in the same voice Ko remembered. “You’re free to join me.”
Ko stood slowly and picked up the fishing pole in numb hands. The young man didn’t look over, but he didn’t have to. He’d never forget that face.
“You…”
The young man finally turned his head and he smiled that same sad smile in that same young face. But there was no recognition in his gaze. “I like this spot. I haven’t been back here in a long time, though…”
Almost twenty years, Ko wanted to say, but kept his mouth shut. He took a seat near the other and cast out his own line.
“So where’re you from?” He tried to keep his voice light.
“A bit of everywhere, I suppose. I was in the Grasslands a little while ago.”
“Did you get caught in the war?” Even in Banner Village they’d heard about it.
The young man shook his head. “No. I wanted to see an old friend, but it seems I arrived too late.” His left hand twitched slightly and Ko looked away. “So I wandered a bit.”
“Wandering’s good. I used to when I was a kid.” The young man grinned and Ko continued. “I’d go for hikes on the paths, especially after getting scolded.” He paused. “And sometimes I came up with silly ideas that got me into lots of trouble.”
They both went quiet after that and the water stirred gently in a passing wind. The ends of the young man’s bandana blew around, blocking his face from view.
“I knew a boy once who came here at night,” he said suddenly, his voice soft. “He was angry at his sister for scolding him.”
Ko nodded. “Yeah.”
A fish half jumped out of the water, ignoring the fishing line. “Did he still get angry after everything that happened?”
“…For a little while. He was just a kid—they don’t always understand.”
The young man nodded and reeled in his line. “No, they don’t, do they.” He stood and stared out over the water at the trees. The wind blew past again, stronger this time—the only sound for a long time. Finally Ko stared to say something, but a rustling behind drew both their attentions.
“Young Master, it’s time—oh. Hello.” The scarred blond man smiled kindly and nodded his head politely. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking.”
Ko blinked. The stew man. But how—
“It’s fine. I was about to leave anyway.” The young man turned to Ko and bowed his head slightly. “I apologise.”
“No, it’s fine.” Ko scrambled to his feet and shifted his weight. It was strange to be so much taller than the other—really, he didn’t look much older than a boy.
The young man held out his gloved hand then and smiled. “It was good to talk to you again, Mr. Hero.”
Ko grinned and shook his hand. “It’s Ko.”
“Yes, I remember now.” He pulled his hand away and grabbed his fishing pole. He paused halfway to the blond man and turned back around. “I apologise. I never properly introduced myself. My name is Tir.”
Ko bowed his head. “I know, Mr. Hero.” He glanced over at the blond man. “I’m glad you have your family again.”
Tir smiled sadly. “Thank you.”
Ko hesitated as Tir turned again to join his friend, and then took a step forward, his voice louder than he meant. “Thank you for the company.”
This time Tir’s smile wasn’t quite so sad. “I’ll see you around.”
Ko watched them go, the forever-young man in the green bandana and his scarred companion, and continued to watch long after he was left alone with his fishing.
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And I LOVE the time skip and Ko meeting him years later. And that exchange of "Mr. Hero" at the end~
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And I was debating not doing it...but I wanted the full-circle aspect.