Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction
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+M through R › Metal Gear
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
3,197
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Metal Gear, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 5: Fate
Title: Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction- Chapter 5: Fate
Author: The Ice Goddess (FrozenBlueIce)
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid
Feedback: All feedback is welcome, whether it be
negative or positive. I’m trying to
improve on my writing so, please be honest:
frozenblueice@yahoo.com
Pairing: The main pairing of this story is
Snake/Otacon, which is obvious to anyone who knows of my fondness for Hal
Emmerich, so therefore alright to disclose.
There are others, but if I told you what they were, it’d ruin the story.
Series: No.
There may be sequels in the future, but right now that is looking
unlikely due to time constraints.
Rating: PG-13 for language (this chapter only)
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in previous Metal
Gear Solid video games are the property of Konami Computer Entertainment of
Japan, and of their creator, Mr. Hideo Kojima.
All new characters are the property of The Ice Goddess. This is a work of fanfiction, and in no way,
shape, or form will I receive any monetary compensation for it. It is for entertainment purposes only.
Type: Action/Shounen-ai
Summary: This story takes place one year after the
events of “The Big Shell.” New information
found by Otacon sends Snake back into action.
(That’s all I’m revealing!)
Chapter 5: Fate
After
unloading all of his heavy luggage onto the floor of his new apartment, Jack
took a good look around at his surroundings.
The place was considerably smaller than Rose’s, but it was cozy. Jack didn’t need much anyways. He preferred a small empty place, with the
exception of a porch, balcony, or bay window with a nice outside view. This particular apartment accommodated that
preference with a fifteenth floor balcony overlooking the Hudson River.
Jack
opened his suitcase and pulled out a photograph of Iroquois. He placed the silver colored frame on the
floor next to his sleeping bag. He had
now arranged for furnishings yet, but his living arrangements were alright for
awhile.
The room
was quiet, and it started to bother the young man greatly. Sure he had known quiet before, but now he
was used to the pleasant sounds his son made when his father would spin him
around in the air. He was missing
Iroquois already.
“I need
some fresh air,” Jack said with a sigh.
So he
left the building and began to walk down the street again. The early evening breeze was cool, though it
was now June. It felt good against his
skin as the wind lightly ruffled his icy blond hair. He breathed in deep, taking in the much needed oxygen.
Jack
decided to head out and see what Manhattan’s night life was like. After all, Rose would’ve never allowed him
to do such a thing, and a couple of drinks at the bar sounded really good to
him right now.
The young man headed down the
stairs into the subway station, and waited on the crowded platform for the next
train. He had forgotten all about rush
hour. Jack shrugged. He had all the time in the world, so there
was nothing rushing him.
The subway squealed down the
tracks as it slowed to a halt at the station.
The doors opened with a hiss, and Jack moved along with the crowd inside
the closest car. He migrated way way to
the other wall and leaned casually against it.
The doors shut, leaving about a quarter of the people still standing
there. They’d have to wait for the
train after this one. The subway began
its journey again down the tracks, the click clack sound speeding up in rhythm
as it accelerated.
Jack surveyed the car. It was filled to capacity. He looked down the sea of heads, his eyes
resting on a pair of men sitting in the far corner. The one man sat with his arms crossed over his chest, with his
head tilted downwards. Though he
couldn’t tell through the dark sunglasses he wore, the man was probably
asleep. The posture seemomewomewhat
familiar. When he saw the man sitting
next to him, Jack finally understood why.
The other man was sitting quietly and almost nervously next to him, with
his laptop computer clutched to his lap.
“I found them,” Jack thought to
himself in disbelief. The chance
sighting of the two men only strengthened Jack’s feelings on joining their
battle for the future. It had to be
fate.
He made his way around the people
in the crowd eagerly. As he approached
the sleeping man, he realized his movements must’ve been detected, because
Solid Snake almost jumped from his seat as he grabbed Jack in a chokehold.
Recognizing the blue face in
front of him, Snake released his grip.
“Raiden?” he asked for confirmation.
“Yeah,” he replied coughing,
“nice to see you too.”
“Hi, Raiden,” Otacon said to him,
outstretching his hand to shake the younger man’s.
“Hey, Otacon,” Jack said, taking
the scientist’s hand.
“So, what the Hell you been up
to, kid?” Snake asked, “Did you start your new life?”
Raiden looked to the floor, “Yeah
sort of.” He dug in his pocket, pulling
out his wallet. Flipping it open to a
recent picture of his son, he passed it over to Snake.
Otacon peeked over his partner’s
shoulder to see the picture too. “He’s
beautiful. Looks just like you,” he
said. “Rose’s?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Problems on the home front?”
Snake asked handing back the wallet.
Jack nodded. “It’s just not working out.”
“I see,” the other replied. “So, what’s the kid’s name?”
Raiden blushed a bit, “Iroquois.”
Snake raised an eyebrow a bit
surprised at what he had heard.
“Just a bit of hero worship,”
Jack justified quickly.
The mercenary let out a low
irritated growl. “I’m hardly the kind
of person you should be naming your kid after.”
“I think so,” Jack said.
He paused and looked around. He realized that what he had to say next
might be overheard by the wrong kind of people.
“You still wired?” he said
pointing to the spot behind his ear.
Snake nodded, then lifted his
chin once at Otacon to signal to him to switch on his codec.
The three men tuned into
frequency 140.80; the same frequency that Snake and Raiden had used to contact
each other during the “Big Shell Incident”.
“You both reading me?” the
younger one asked.
“Affirmative,” Otacon’s voice
sounded in his ear.
“Okay,” Raiden began. “The truth is, I think that you two are
fighting for something great. The
future had never been important to me until the birth of my son. As a father now, I realized that it was up
to me to give Iroquois a future. I‘ve
been struggling with that fact for awhile, and have come to a decision. You see, I was on my way to seek you out. It was pure luck that you ended up on the
same train as me. I want in. On Philanthropy that is…”
Snake scoffed, “Don’t be stupid,
kid. We’re into some serious shit. If you got yourself killed, Iroquois
wouldn’t have a father. Besides, we
don’t need any help. We’re doing fine
on our own.”
“Well, actually, we could use the
help,” Otacon began.
Snake cut him off short with a
smack to the back of the head. Hal put
his glasses that were knocked off, back on his face, throwing par partner an
injured look.
“He doesn’t need to get
involved,” the mercenary told him.
“I can’t rest easy until you let
me in,” Raiden pleaded his case. “I
need this. I don’t want there to be any
more reasons for children to be placed into battle anymore. I have to stop all of these power hungry
bastards.”
“Look kid, I admire your spirit
but…”
ut wut what? You don’t need me? If I recall, Philanthropy is rather fringe, so I doubt you have
recruits lined up outside your door, ready to do what it takes, and possibly
lay down their lives for the cause.”
Snake sighed, “I don’t want your
blood on my hands because I let you do something stupid.”
Otacon chimed in, “He can make
his own decisions, Snake. I think he
knows good and well what he’s getting into.”
Snake growled again, this time
saying nothing.
“So I’m in?” Raiden asked, eyes
hopeful.
“Welcome to Philanthropy,” Otacon
said, extending his hand again.
Raiden shook it, this time with
both hands. “Thank you.”
Snake muttered something
inaudibly under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest. Jack could only imagine what it was that was
said.
Otacon adjusted his glasses
again, “Are you going anywhere important now?”
“No,” Raiden replied, “Why?”
“We’re headed to a briefing now,
for our next mission. Our only other
member, Mei Ling, is making dinner.
Come with us, and we can get you up to date with everything that’s been
going on,” Otacon said.
“I’m already there,” Raiden
accepted the invitation eagerly.
Author’s Notes:
I know absolutely nothing about the geography of New York
City. I’ve only been there 3 times in
my life, so I had to bluff my way through it.
Author: The Ice Goddess (FrozenBlueIce)
Fandom: Metal Gear Solid
Feedback: All feedback is welcome, whether it be
negative or positive. I’m trying to
improve on my writing so, please be honest:
frozenblueice@yahoo.com
Pairing: The main pairing of this story is
Snake/Otacon, which is obvious to anyone who knows of my fondness for Hal
Emmerich, so therefore alright to disclose.
There are others, but if I told you what they were, it’d ruin the story.
Series: No.
There may be sequels in the future, but right now that is looking
unlikely due to time constraints.
Rating: PG-13 for language (this chapter only)
Disclaimer: All characters appearing in previous Metal
Gear Solid video games are the property of Konami Computer Entertainment of
Japan, and of their creator, Mr. Hideo Kojima.
All new characters are the property of The Ice Goddess. This is a work of fanfiction, and in no way,
shape, or form will I receive any monetary compensation for it. It is for entertainment purposes only.
Type: Action/Shounen-ai
Summary: This story takes place one year after the
events of “The Big Shell.” New information
found by Otacon sends Snake back into action.
(That’s all I’m revealing!)
Chapter 5: Fate
After
unloading all of his heavy luggage onto the floor of his new apartment, Jack
took a good look around at his surroundings.
The place was considerably smaller than Rose’s, but it was cozy. Jack didn’t need much anyways. He preferred a small empty place, with the
exception of a porch, balcony, or bay window with a nice outside view. This particular apartment accommodated that
preference with a fifteenth floor balcony overlooking the Hudson River.
Jack
opened his suitcase and pulled out a photograph of Iroquois. He placed the silver colored frame on the
floor next to his sleeping bag. He had
now arranged for furnishings yet, but his living arrangements were alright for
awhile.
The room
was quiet, and it started to bother the young man greatly. Sure he had known quiet before, but now he
was used to the pleasant sounds his son made when his father would spin him
around in the air. He was missing
Iroquois already.
“I need
some fresh air,” Jack said with a sigh.
So he
left the building and began to walk down the street again. The early evening breeze was cool, though it
was now June. It felt good against his
skin as the wind lightly ruffled his icy blond hair. He breathed in deep, taking in the much needed oxygen.
Jack
decided to head out and see what Manhattan’s night life was like. After all, Rose would’ve never allowed him
to do such a thing, and a couple of drinks at the bar sounded really good to
him right now.
The young man headed down the
stairs into the subway station, and waited on the crowded platform for the next
train. He had forgotten all about rush
hour. Jack shrugged. He had all the time in the world, so there
was nothing rushing him.
The subway squealed down the
tracks as it slowed to a halt at the station.
The doors opened with a hiss, and Jack moved along with the crowd inside
the closest car. He migrated way way to
the other wall and leaned casually against it.
The doors shut, leaving about a quarter of the people still standing
there. They’d have to wait for the
train after this one. The subway began
its journey again down the tracks, the click clack sound speeding up in rhythm
as it accelerated.
Jack surveyed the car. It was filled to capacity. He looked down the sea of heads, his eyes
resting on a pair of men sitting in the far corner. The one man sat with his arms crossed over his chest, with his
head tilted downwards. Though he
couldn’t tell through the dark sunglasses he wore, the man was probably
asleep. The posture seemomewomewhat
familiar. When he saw the man sitting
next to him, Jack finally understood why.
The other man was sitting quietly and almost nervously next to him, with
his laptop computer clutched to his lap.
“I found them,” Jack thought to
himself in disbelief. The chance
sighting of the two men only strengthened Jack’s feelings on joining their
battle for the future. It had to be
fate.
He made his way around the people
in the crowd eagerly. As he approached
the sleeping man, he realized his movements must’ve been detected, because
Solid Snake almost jumped from his seat as he grabbed Jack in a chokehold.
Recognizing the blue face in
front of him, Snake released his grip.
“Raiden?” he asked for confirmation.
“Yeah,” he replied coughing,
“nice to see you too.”
“Hi, Raiden,” Otacon said to him,
outstretching his hand to shake the younger man’s.
“Hey, Otacon,” Jack said, taking
the scientist’s hand.
“So, what the Hell you been up
to, kid?” Snake asked, “Did you start your new life?”
Raiden looked to the floor, “Yeah
sort of.” He dug in his pocket, pulling
out his wallet. Flipping it open to a
recent picture of his son, he passed it over to Snake.
Otacon peeked over his partner’s
shoulder to see the picture too. “He’s
beautiful. Looks just like you,” he
said. “Rose’s?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Problems on the home front?”
Snake asked handing back the wallet.
Jack nodded. “It’s just not working out.”
“I see,” the other replied. “So, what’s the kid’s name?”
Raiden blushed a bit, “Iroquois.”
Snake raised an eyebrow a bit
surprised at what he had heard.
“Just a bit of hero worship,”
Jack justified quickly.
The mercenary let out a low
irritated growl. “I’m hardly the kind
of person you should be naming your kid after.”
“I think so,” Jack said.
He paused and looked around. He realized that what he had to say next
might be overheard by the wrong kind of people.
“You still wired?” he said
pointing to the spot behind his ear.
Snake nodded, then lifted his
chin once at Otacon to signal to him to switch on his codec.
The three men tuned into
frequency 140.80; the same frequency that Snake and Raiden had used to contact
each other during the “Big Shell Incident”.
“You both reading me?” the
younger one asked.
“Affirmative,” Otacon’s voice
sounded in his ear.
“Okay,” Raiden began. “The truth is, I think that you two are
fighting for something great. The
future had never been important to me until the birth of my son. As a father now, I realized that it was up
to me to give Iroquois a future. I‘ve
been struggling with that fact for awhile, and have come to a decision. You see, I was on my way to seek you out. It was pure luck that you ended up on the
same train as me. I want in. On Philanthropy that is…”
Snake scoffed, “Don’t be stupid,
kid. We’re into some serious shit. If you got yourself killed, Iroquois
wouldn’t have a father. Besides, we
don’t need any help. We’re doing fine
on our own.”
“Well, actually, we could use the
help,” Otacon began.
Snake cut him off short with a
smack to the back of the head. Hal put
his glasses that were knocked off, back on his face, throwing par partner an
injured look.
“He doesn’t need to get
involved,” the mercenary told him.
“I can’t rest easy until you let
me in,” Raiden pleaded his case. “I
need this. I don’t want there to be any
more reasons for children to be placed into battle anymore. I have to stop all of these power hungry
bastards.”
“Look kid, I admire your spirit
but…”
ut wut what? You don’t need me? If I recall, Philanthropy is rather fringe, so I doubt you have
recruits lined up outside your door, ready to do what it takes, and possibly
lay down their lives for the cause.”
Snake sighed, “I don’t want your
blood on my hands because I let you do something stupid.”
Otacon chimed in, “He can make
his own decisions, Snake. I think he
knows good and well what he’s getting into.”
Snake growled again, this time
saying nothing.
“So I’m in?” Raiden asked, eyes
hopeful.
“Welcome to Philanthropy,” Otacon
said, extending his hand again.
Raiden shook it, this time with
both hands. “Thank you.”
Snake muttered something
inaudibly under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest. Jack could only imagine what it was that was
said.
Otacon adjusted his glasses
again, “Are you going anywhere important now?”
“No,” Raiden replied, “Why?”
“We’re headed to a briefing now,
for our next mission. Our only other
member, Mei Ling, is making dinner.
Come with us, and we can get you up to date with everything that’s been
going on,” Otacon said.
“I’m already there,” Raiden
accepted the invitation eagerly.
Author’s Notes:
I know absolutely nothing about the geography of New York
City. I’ve only been there 3 times in
my life, so I had to bluff my way through it.