route_1065 | //you could hide beside me maybe for a while

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//you could hide beside me maybe for a while

Who: Hal Emmerich (

philanthrotaku), Liquid Snake (

imthe_shit)
Where: Outside Sprout Tower
When: Early afternoon
Summary: IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOOOOOWN
Rating: ...yeah, let's go with T on this one because Liquid has a dirty mouth :|a
Log:

There was a pile of Pokemon and trainer under a tree very near Sprout Tower. Otacon hadn't been sleeping much, with the stress of an imminent fight weighing heavy on his shoulders. At this particular moment, however, the engineer was fast asleep using his napping Arbok's thick coils as a particularly comfortable cushion. On top of Otacon was Asimov, little pink sheep on its stomach with his back foot twitching every now and then. He may also have been chewing on the sleeve of Otacon's kimono, but that was beside the point.

The point was that for a single moment, despite circumstances and weather, everything was tranquil and calm. The inevitable confrontation was a million miles away, and life in Johto really wasn't half bad at all.

But when you associated with the two most dangerous soldiers in the world, 'calm' was all relative.

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"Back home, probably."

"If he was back home, then you wouldn't be so concerned."

He was here. Somewhere in this city, his brother was waiting for him.

Liquid turned sharply, meaning to go and find him.

"...stop."

He reached out and grabbed Liquid's wrist, Kotai hissing at his side.

"If my brother is here, I will find him."

He pulled his wrist from Otacon's grasp.

"I will not allow you to stop me."

"Listen to me, please."

He scrambled in front of Liquid, trying to stop him from advancing.

"You don't know--there's this virus Snake has called FOXDIE, i-i-it'll kill you for certain, you can't win this!"

The engineer's tone was pleading, almost desperate as he stammered uncontrollably.

"Please, Liquid. Don't...he's not even from your time or mine! Fighting him wouldn't have a point--we can just go to the next town together. You can live for yourself and not some vendetta!" It would hurt, of course, to distance himself from his best friend. it was hurting right now.

But Otacon couldn't deny he liked spending time with Liquid no matter how surreal it was. Having someone else he was attached to die in front of him...no. Not again. He couldn't take it.

Before he knew what he was doing, Otacon's arms were wrapped tightly around Liquid's shoulders.

"I don't want to lose either of you. Please...I'm begging you not to do this."

"And how is that anything to live for?"

All he had was his vendetta. All he had was the fight, and if he gave that up, then there was no point to his life, to his existence. All he could do was rage against those who made him inferior; against his father and his brother and the fat men in suits who had him made.

"I don't care about your virus. I will hound my brother until my dying breath."

The engineers arms around his shoulders made him tense; he wasn't used to being touched, especially not without invitation.

"Let go of me, Otacon."

"...I won't." he replied softly, shaking. Otacon was tired, so damned tired of losing everything. He couldn't lose Snake or Liquid now.

"I don't want you to die."

To be honest, Snake had never imagined this happening... Ever. In his entire life, he never expected to see a nerd hugging a shirtless man, but more so than ever, he never expected to see his nerd hugging this shirtless man.

Snake stood there, Sunny at his side, looking up at the suddenly quite serious old soldier. His eyes were narrowed as he stared.

"... Otacon. What the hell are you doing."

!

Otacon let go of Liquid like he had been burned, taking a step away from the blond soldier.

"I-I--!"

At his side, Kotai bared her fangs and hissed at Liquid while Asimov sparked with electricity.

That voice. It was the voice he'd heard in his dreams, the voice that had haunted him since he was a child-- his father's voice.

Liquid turned sharply toward the voice when Otacon released him, gesturing dramatically with one arm.

"BRRROTH--"

"..."

He lowered his dramatically pointing arm.

"...sorry, I think I've mistaken you for someone else."

Snake stared. What... ?

He looked himself over, then remembered, quite painfully... The reason Liquid didn't recognize him... was because Snake had become so old. There's no way this man would know him at this age... Besides, Snake knew Liquid Ocelot a little better.

He turns his head somewhat, taking a few... very careful steps forward, Sunny following.

"Mistaken me, huh..." His eyes are staring at Otacon now, a hard, stern gaze. Snake's not sure whether to be disgusted, angered, or confused. Otacon was hugging Liquid. Despite all the things Otacon had said about Liquid being not so bad, Snake couldn't forget what the man had done to him in Shadow Moses, that he took over Ocelot's body and made him a puppet for his whims...

He couldn't... wouldn't forget it.

"..."

Otacon shrank back slightly under that stare--he was just trying to stop Liquid from hurting Snake and getting hurt himself. Had he really done something to make his friend angry? Kotai curled protectively around his waist, at this point not looking sure of which brother she should be angry at.

"Don't...please don't start anything." he murmured almost helplessly to Snake.

And this would be Liquid stepping in between Snake and Otacon, leaning slightly forward to look more closely at Snake. ~~PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE~~

"You do look familiar..."

Add an eyepatch, subtract that ridiculous mustache, add in a beard--

Liquid's eyes widened from shock.

"Brother?!"

The urge to punch that leaning face was growing, but he managed to resist... Until Liquid had an epiphany.

Then Snake turned to him, eyes looking old and tired, but still serious.

"Figured it out, huh."

"...both of you, please don't start fighting." Otacon pulled on Liquid's arm in an attempt to get him to back off, looking worried.

"You're old."

At first it was said with disbelief.

"You're old!"

Then anger.

"How am I supposed to fight a man who looks like he has one foot in the grave already?"

"Where I'm from, you've got your whole body in the grave... Safe for an arm." Snake retorted, ignoring Otacon for the moment.

"If you want to fight, then try. But I won't take it lying down."

"Snake, stop that. You two don't need to fight here."

Liquid had long since stopped listening to Otacon.

"Just try it, old man."

For Snake, Otacon's words were pointless... He'd just seen his best friend hugging his worst enemy. For now, he felt like he had to prove something to Otacon... or just give up trying entirely.

Sunny, noticing that things were getting hairy, trilled and chirped, trying to get her motherrr's attention, but it wasn't working.

Snake got into a defensive stance, eyes narrowed.

Okay. You know what? FUCK THIS, that's what. You both just wore out the nerd's almost infinite patience.

The cobra, for her part, hissed in appreciation at her trainer's uncharacteristically enraged outburst--meanwhile for once in his life, Otacon was positively fuming.

That earned Otacon an annoyed glance as Liquid moved smoothly into his own fighting stance.

Liquid's Houndour, seeing quite clearly which way the wind was blowing, just sighed, shook his head, and moved out of the way.

"I have waited too long for this, my dear brother. This battle was predestined-- why else should you have followed me to this strange new world!"

He launched fluidly into a fast, hard roundhouse kick.

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what nerdfail? you saw no nerdfail.

I saw nothing x]

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AWKWARD

OOPS

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4/4 LOL SPAM SPAM SPAM

FFFF LMFAO

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this is just like Snake vs Wolf- NO ONE LISTENED TO OTACON 8D

i can HTML, really

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