//you could hide beside me maybe for a while

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Who: Hal Emmerich (philanthrotaku), Liquid Snake (boldandresolute), Solid 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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[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"..."

The possible answers to that question terrified him.

"Liquid...all this time with you and Heather, I-I really enjoyed myself. I kn-know it started out that I was keeping an eye on you for Snake, but I...I consider you my friend. Don't tell me you were just using me this whole time."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"Do with him? He's not mine to do anything with, brother."

Liquid didn't harm civilians, even if they were particularly annoying ones, unless he had a damn good reason for it. There was no reason to even keep Otacon around anymore now that he knew where Snake was, and, even though he felt anger towards him for this whole damn stupid thing-- of course he was only around him to keep an eye on him for Snake-- he wouldn't raise a hand to him. Even if he might have wanted to.

Never be used again. He'd been someone's tool too many times.

His voice was cold when he replied.

"What did you expect?"

[imthe-shit.livejournal.com]

Snake watched the two, then frowned. Well, he might have just caused something he didn't want to be involved in, so he sighed, shaking his head, before turning and walking away again. Otacon was friends with a man that whined more than a child... Though Old Snake was no saint either.

Part of him wished he could just make up with Liquid, but... He hurt Meryl, he killed Master Miller.

His insurrection was driving the world mad.


And yet this Liquid was supposedly unaware of all of that.


Snake knew he was just going to punch someone by this point... So he headed off, needing to train his Pokemon.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"L...Liquid, I..."

Otacon thought--hoped, maybe--that Liquid could have been his friend. Was he really being used the whole time?

This wasn't happening. He had just wanted to help--did he really chase off the first and closest friend he ever had?

"Snake...please,don't..."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

This Liquid had never met Master Miller and didn't even know who Meryl Silverburgh was or why he'd want to harm her. This was the first time he'd even met Snake; he'd been expecting someone young, like himself, and ready to fight. Not an old soldier who had tired of killing.

He was angry and he wanted to fight, but not while Otacon was here to do something stupid like stop them.

"Another time, brother. When you aren't so weak as to be swayed by your pet engineer."

He turned to leave as well, already planning how quickly he could be out of the city.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Dammit, dammit, dammit! What was Otacon supposed to do, who was he supposed to follow?! His hands went to his head--no, he couldn't block this out, he couldn't. Otacon had to make a choice...

...it had to be Liquid. Someone needed to keep him in check, and Otacon had done we enough so far. Taking a deep breath, he looked from Asimov to Kotai; the sheep tugged on his hakama as if to pull him along, and the cobra at his side gave him a reassuring squeeze around the waist.

"...right. Let's go."

Recalling them both, he followed after Liquid.

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

Liquid felt the need to hit something.

He turned sharply and put his fist into the nearest wall, leaving a hole behind in the brick when he pulled his hand back out.

"Tch--!"

He kept going, moving with sharp, angry snaps of his limbs, blood dripping from his split knuckles.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Otacon followed a few cautious steps behind, looking worried.

"L...Liquid..."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"Don't follow me, Otacon."

He'd been stupid enough lately, letting someone hang around and get close to him. All it did was open him up to being used, and that was what he deserved for being so foolish as to think that someone would want to be around him for any other reason.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"...I want to."

Snake probably hates me, so what choice do I have?

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"I don't."

Weak. This whole damn place was making him go soft-- he had to distance himself from that which was making it happen. He couldn't allow himself to be any more flawed than he already was.

"Go back to your precious Solid Snake."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"...no. I-I...you're my friend."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"I don't have friends, Otacon, and I don't want them!"

He didn't deserve them, either, and he knew it. He didn't deserve to have anyone who cared for him, and if he told himself enough that he didn't want that anyway, then maybe it would be true.

"Go back to your lover. He at least wants you."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"He's not my lover, and I'm not leaving." he replied, clearly determined.

"We...we were getting along, Liquid. I was having fun. And...I want to be around you."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

Of all the times that Liquid wished Otacon wouldn't be determined, this was probably at the top of his list.

"It was all one-sided, Otacon, I assure you. I don't need you around anymore now that I know where my brother is."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"...please. Don't...d-don't do this."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

No, he did not just feel a twinge of guilt at Otacon's tone of voice. He was not so weak as to care about what his brother's pet engineer felt.

If he told himself that enough, then it might be true.

"Get lost, Otacon. I don't want you following me."

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

Okay, you know what? He wasn't going to take this. Period.

"I'm not leaving."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"What part of I don't want you following me didn't you understand? I'm not your friend, and I don't want you bloody well hanging around me so that you can report back to Snake!"

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"This isn't about Snake! Whether you like it or not, I want to be friends with you!"

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"I don't care what you want."

He didn't believe him. He wouldn't believe him. He refused to be used again-- once was enough.

[philanthrotaku.livejournal.com]

"Liquid..."

Otacon stepped a little closer, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"...please. Please, just...don't leave."

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

He shrugged the engineer's hand away.

"Don't touch me."

/juggles accounts, derpaderp

[otaku-mk-ii.livejournal.com]

"..."

You know what, Liquid?

Not only is he ignoring you,but you're getting a hug.

Because dammit you have a friend and you're going to like it.

x]

[boldandresolute.livejournal.com]

"--!"

Otacon probably didn't realize just how close he came to getting his neck snapped. Every muscle in Liquid's body went tense the moment the engineer touched him, his instincts clamoring to retaliate; any invasion of his personal space felt like an attack. His hands were halfway to Otacon's neck before he stopped himself and grabbed his shoulders instead, pushing him back at arms' length.

"Do not touch me, Otacon."