FF IV fic: Kain/Cecil
Title: Come back
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters: Kain/Cecil
Word Count: 789
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for fanfic100
Come back
Cecil looked approvingly at the Dragoons doing their exercises. All six of them had improved a lot since he had last visited them here in the woods. They lived at the edge of Baron territory, loyal to the crown, but totally devoted to their commander.
Kain took off his helmet and bowed when he saw Cecil. “My liege.”
With a grin, Cecil waved at him. “Save it.”
After walking over, Kain gestured at his pupils. “Not bad, huh?”
“I’m impressed,” Cecil readily admitted. “You train them hard.”
Kain proudly gestured at his students. ”Only once every nine days they get some time off.”
“Ah, now I understand why there’s a ruckus in the pub every nine days,” Cecil said.
They laughed, partly because they were happy that they could joke with each other again.
“Who’s your best?” Cecil asked.
“The one with the black helmet.”
“Let me take him on.”
Kain knew there was no protesting this. Neither did he want to, he enjoyed watching Cecil fight.
“Okay, Enough!” he balked. “Frin, the king wants to test your skills!”
The young dragoon ran over and made a sweeping bow. Kain frowned at him. The kid had turned into quite the charmer whenever there was a visitor. Any other time it was quite a brat.
Cecil easily drew his sword and waited for the first attack. Frin was capable of doing quite a few moves, but was silly enough to take the spear in his left hand. Of course this would throw of some opponents, but not Cecil, who had sparred with him ever since they were kids.
Easily, the king deflected the spear. He stayed on the defence for a while, sidestepping, blocking every attack without much effort.
Anger sparkled in Frin’s eyes. The others were looking intently, none of them cheering their comrade or king on.
Cecil now pointed his sword in the direction of his opponent. Kain tensed, anticipating what would happen.
So fast did the paladin move, that even Kain had a hard time seeing the sword as it flashed through the air in broad movements.
Frin was panting, leaning back against a tree, holding up his spear in a desperate attempt to defend himself. A second later his weapon flew through the air, and Cecil’s sword pointed at his neck.
The king gave him a nod. “You are quick.”
Frin looked down on the floor and mumbled: “thanks.”
Cecil turned around and smiled at Kain. “How about a drink?”
“Class dismissed!” Kain yelled. “Frin, write a report about what you did wrong in your fight today. Others, go clean up in the river.”
As his students obeyed, Kain led his old friend to the little hut he had built here about a year ago. It was small, but more comfortable than the cave he had slept in at Mount Ordeals. His one room held a bed, table, closet and chair. They usually cooked together outside.
Cecil sat down on his bed as Kain took out a bottle of wine from the small closet next to his bed. He knew that this was what Cecil liked. Nothing fancy, just a plain, old Baron brand.
“Nice place,” Cecil said.
Kain poured some in a glass. “We can’t all be kings.”
“I wasn’t being sarcastic.”
For a second Kain looked at him and then raised his glass. “To Baron.”
“To the dragoons,” Cecil offered and then sipped the wine. “Good.”
Kain sat down next to him. “Yeah.”
For a while they just drunk their wine. Kain poured once more and then leaned back against the wall.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Cecil mumbled.
“I hope we can be of service to you,” Kain replied.
Cecil gave him a wry smile and shook his head. It was not what he had meant.
Kain sighed. “Did you expect things to ever be like before again?”
There was no reply.
“Cecil,” Kain said then, putting his hand on his shoulder. “I know on some level, that you will never trust me again.”
To his surprise, Cecil put his hand over his. Kain tried to pull it back, but Cecil’s fingers kept it in place.
Cecil turned to face him, his eyes smouldering. “You always assume I don’t care for you.”
Kain looked down. “How could you? After what I did to you, to Rosa?”
“The only thing I hate you for is what you did to yourself.”
“What?” Kain wished he still had his helmet on. He swallowed. “What do you mean?”
Cecil stood up and downed the remainder of his wine. “You know what I mean. Come back to Baron, Kain… come back to me.”
Kain watched him leave his hut and then closed his eyes.
His heart was still raging.
Fandom: Final Fantasy IV
Characters: Kain/Cecil
Word Count: 789
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Written for fanfic100
Come back
Cecil looked approvingly at the Dragoons doing their exercises. All six of them had improved a lot since he had last visited them here in the woods. They lived at the edge of Baron territory, loyal to the crown, but totally devoted to their commander.
Kain took off his helmet and bowed when he saw Cecil. “My liege.”
With a grin, Cecil waved at him. “Save it.”
After walking over, Kain gestured at his pupils. “Not bad, huh?”
“I’m impressed,” Cecil readily admitted. “You train them hard.”
Kain proudly gestured at his students. ”Only once every nine days they get some time off.”
“Ah, now I understand why there’s a ruckus in the pub every nine days,” Cecil said.
They laughed, partly because they were happy that they could joke with each other again.
“Who’s your best?” Cecil asked.
“The one with the black helmet.”
“Let me take him on.”
Kain knew there was no protesting this. Neither did he want to, he enjoyed watching Cecil fight.
“Okay, Enough!” he balked. “Frin, the king wants to test your skills!”
The young dragoon ran over and made a sweeping bow. Kain frowned at him. The kid had turned into quite the charmer whenever there was a visitor. Any other time it was quite a brat.
Cecil easily drew his sword and waited for the first attack. Frin was capable of doing quite a few moves, but was silly enough to take the spear in his left hand. Of course this would throw of some opponents, but not Cecil, who had sparred with him ever since they were kids.
Easily, the king deflected the spear. He stayed on the defence for a while, sidestepping, blocking every attack without much effort.
Anger sparkled in Frin’s eyes. The others were looking intently, none of them cheering their comrade or king on.
Cecil now pointed his sword in the direction of his opponent. Kain tensed, anticipating what would happen.
So fast did the paladin move, that even Kain had a hard time seeing the sword as it flashed through the air in broad movements.
Frin was panting, leaning back against a tree, holding up his spear in a desperate attempt to defend himself. A second later his weapon flew through the air, and Cecil’s sword pointed at his neck.
The king gave him a nod. “You are quick.”
Frin looked down on the floor and mumbled: “thanks.”
Cecil turned around and smiled at Kain. “How about a drink?”
“Class dismissed!” Kain yelled. “Frin, write a report about what you did wrong in your fight today. Others, go clean up in the river.”
As his students obeyed, Kain led his old friend to the little hut he had built here about a year ago. It was small, but more comfortable than the cave he had slept in at Mount Ordeals. His one room held a bed, table, closet and chair. They usually cooked together outside.
Cecil sat down on his bed as Kain took out a bottle of wine from the small closet next to his bed. He knew that this was what Cecil liked. Nothing fancy, just a plain, old Baron brand.
“Nice place,” Cecil said.
Kain poured some in a glass. “We can’t all be kings.”
“I wasn’t being sarcastic.”
For a second Kain looked at him and then raised his glass. “To Baron.”
“To the dragoons,” Cecil offered and then sipped the wine. “Good.”
Kain sat down next to him. “Yeah.”
For a while they just drunk their wine. Kain poured once more and then leaned back against the wall.
“I’m glad you’re back,” Cecil mumbled.
“I hope we can be of service to you,” Kain replied.
Cecil gave him a wry smile and shook his head. It was not what he had meant.
Kain sighed. “Did you expect things to ever be like before again?”
There was no reply.
“Cecil,” Kain said then, putting his hand on his shoulder. “I know on some level, that you will never trust me again.”
To his surprise, Cecil put his hand over his. Kain tried to pull it back, but Cecil’s fingers kept it in place.
Cecil turned to face him, his eyes smouldering. “You always assume I don’t care for you.”
Kain looked down. “How could you? After what I did to you, to Rosa?”
“The only thing I hate you for is what you did to yourself.”
“What?” Kain wished he still had his helmet on. He swallowed. “What do you mean?”
Cecil stood up and downed the remainder of his wine. “You know what I mean. Come back to Baron, Kain… come back to me.”
Kain watched him leave his hut and then closed his eyes.
His heart was still raging.