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FIC: Returning [Etrian Odyssey – Gunner / Medic (Mature)]
Title: Returning
Fandom: Etrian Odyssey
Pairing: Gunner / Medic
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 196 – Labyrinth
Word Count: 780
Summary: Two adventurers share a drink after forming a bond in the Labyrinth.
* * * *
Notes: This is set during the events of Etrian Odyssey Nexus. The names of the two characters appearing in this story are from the party that I use in the game, inspired – no surprises here – by Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3 and Virginia Maxwell from Wild Arms 3.
* * * *
"Is there any pain?" Mitsuru looked at Virginia, squinting at her from behind her spectacles. "Be honest. Please. I had to stitch you up in a hurry, and I need to know if those stitches are holding."
"It aches a little," Virginia said, grimacing at the extremely full tankard of yellow ale that Kvasir had set in front of her. "You did a good job. So you can stop asking me if I'm all right every five minutes. I'm fine. Really."
"Can you blame me for worrying?" Mitsuru folded her hands on the bar. "You'd lost so much blood that your face was white as a ghost. I was afraid that I hadn't gotten to you in time, and that's ... my biggest fear as a chirurgeon, you know. No one in this party's died on my watch, and I'm not about to —"
"You've said it a million times," Virginia grumbled. "I'm not dead. It's fine." She glanced up from her ale. "You know, you don't fret like this about the others. I've never seen you be this much of a mother hen around Gershom, Kellam, and Dundee. Is it because I'm the smallest, the most fragile?"
"You do get hurt more easily than the others," Mitsuru admitted, "but no, that's not why. I know you do your best to stay out of harm's way. I'm not questioning your skills." She sighed, sipping her herb-filled hot tea. "Would you be angry with me if I said I did it because I genuinely cared about you?"
"Adventurers don't care about other adventurers! It's strictly business!" Virginia almost picked up her tankard and slammed it down, but decided against it, preferring not to splash strong-smelling ale on herself. "You know what happens if you get too attached to another adventuer. It's an invitation for that person to die." She hunched up her shoulders. "But ... thank you."
"I won't let you die," Mitsuru replied, touching her arm. "I promise."
"I'm ... only a little angry," Virginia said, keeping her voice so low that Mitsuru could barely hear it over the din of the tavern. "So what are you – ?"
"You don't have to act on it if you don't want to." Mitsuru leaned towards her in order to keep her words between the two of them. "I know relationships between adventurers don't usually work out in the end, especially when we're this deep in the Labyrinths and anything could happen, but –" She squeezed her shoulder. "– I still wanted you to know. Before we go back down there."
"We're going back in the morning, you know." Virginia turned a shade of pink. "And, if you're telling me this tonight, then –" She turned to look at Mitsuru, found only inches between their faces. "– you've got your hopes up."
"Just because I practice medicine, it doesn't mean I'm always detached and professional." Mitsuru took off her spectacles and set them aside. "I'm human. I can be as impulsive and full of stupid desires as anybody else here."
"I, um –" Virginia could smell the herbs in her tea on her breath. "– oh, Hell, why not?" She barely had to lean to plant a kiss on her lips.
And Mitsuru needed no prompting to wrap her up tightly in her arms.
"Excuse me." They broke the kiss to find Kvasir leaning across the bar, his face as cheery as always. "As much as I enjoy watching this, you should be aware that you've got an audience." As if on cue, almost every patron in the tavern, including the rest of the party, raised their hands and started clapping. "See what I mean? Maybe you should go back to the Inn, hmm?"
Virginia narrowed her eyes at him. "If you think you're going to go back there with us and be a fly on the wall, you old lech, you'll be one dead fly."
"Flies don't live that long, anyway." Despite the threat, Kvasir smiled. "In all seriousness, though, I think you two could use a little privacy."
Mitsuru coughed into one gloved fist. "I suppose you're right." She stepped down from her bar stool and extended one hand. "Shall we go, Virginia?"
"If you insist." And the two of them headed for the door, pausing only to nod to their three companions, all of whom nodded respectfully in return.
As they opened the door, Virginia added, in a low voice, "I thought Medics were supposed to be all self-effacing and not the center of attention?"
"You shouldn't buy into stereotypes," Mitsuru said before cutting off her rejoinder by knocking her hat off her head and kissing her again.
END.
Fandom: Etrian Odyssey
Pairing: Gunner / Medic
Rating: Mature
Prompt: 196 – Labyrinth
Word Count: 780
Summary: Two adventurers share a drink after forming a bond in the Labyrinth.
* * * *
Notes: This is set during the events of Etrian Odyssey Nexus. The names of the two characters appearing in this story are from the party that I use in the game, inspired – no surprises here – by Mitsuru Kirijo from Persona 3 and Virginia Maxwell from Wild Arms 3.
* * * *
"Is there any pain?" Mitsuru looked at Virginia, squinting at her from behind her spectacles. "Be honest. Please. I had to stitch you up in a hurry, and I need to know if those stitches are holding."
"It aches a little," Virginia said, grimacing at the extremely full tankard of yellow ale that Kvasir had set in front of her. "You did a good job. So you can stop asking me if I'm all right every five minutes. I'm fine. Really."
"Can you blame me for worrying?" Mitsuru folded her hands on the bar. "You'd lost so much blood that your face was white as a ghost. I was afraid that I hadn't gotten to you in time, and that's ... my biggest fear as a chirurgeon, you know. No one in this party's died on my watch, and I'm not about to —"
"You've said it a million times," Virginia grumbled. "I'm not dead. It's fine." She glanced up from her ale. "You know, you don't fret like this about the others. I've never seen you be this much of a mother hen around Gershom, Kellam, and Dundee. Is it because I'm the smallest, the most fragile?"
"You do get hurt more easily than the others," Mitsuru admitted, "but no, that's not why. I know you do your best to stay out of harm's way. I'm not questioning your skills." She sighed, sipping her herb-filled hot tea. "Would you be angry with me if I said I did it because I genuinely cared about you?"
"Adventurers don't care about other adventurers! It's strictly business!" Virginia almost picked up her tankard and slammed it down, but decided against it, preferring not to splash strong-smelling ale on herself. "You know what happens if you get too attached to another adventuer. It's an invitation for that person to die." She hunched up her shoulders. "But ... thank you."
"I won't let you die," Mitsuru replied, touching her arm. "I promise."
"I'm ... only a little angry," Virginia said, keeping her voice so low that Mitsuru could barely hear it over the din of the tavern. "So what are you – ?"
"You don't have to act on it if you don't want to." Mitsuru leaned towards her in order to keep her words between the two of them. "I know relationships between adventurers don't usually work out in the end, especially when we're this deep in the Labyrinths and anything could happen, but –" She squeezed her shoulder. "– I still wanted you to know. Before we go back down there."
"We're going back in the morning, you know." Virginia turned a shade of pink. "And, if you're telling me this tonight, then –" She turned to look at Mitsuru, found only inches between their faces. "– you've got your hopes up."
"Just because I practice medicine, it doesn't mean I'm always detached and professional." Mitsuru took off her spectacles and set them aside. "I'm human. I can be as impulsive and full of stupid desires as anybody else here."
"I, um –" Virginia could smell the herbs in her tea on her breath. "– oh, Hell, why not?" She barely had to lean to plant a kiss on her lips.
And Mitsuru needed no prompting to wrap her up tightly in her arms.
"Excuse me." They broke the kiss to find Kvasir leaning across the bar, his face as cheery as always. "As much as I enjoy watching this, you should be aware that you've got an audience." As if on cue, almost every patron in the tavern, including the rest of the party, raised their hands and started clapping. "See what I mean? Maybe you should go back to the Inn, hmm?"
Virginia narrowed her eyes at him. "If you think you're going to go back there with us and be a fly on the wall, you old lech, you'll be one dead fly."
"Flies don't live that long, anyway." Despite the threat, Kvasir smiled. "In all seriousness, though, I think you two could use a little privacy."
Mitsuru coughed into one gloved fist. "I suppose you're right." She stepped down from her bar stool and extended one hand. "Shall we go, Virginia?"
"If you insist." And the two of them headed for the door, pausing only to nod to their three companions, all of whom nodded respectfully in return.
As they opened the door, Virginia added, in a low voice, "I thought Medics were supposed to be all self-effacing and not the center of attention?"
"You shouldn't buy into stereotypes," Mitsuru said before cutting off her rejoinder by knocking her hat off her head and kissing her again.
END.