Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
3,200
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8: Dreams and Goodbyes
Title: Metal Gear Solid: Elements of Destruction- Chapter 8: Dreams and Goodbyes
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 mild violence (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 8: Dreams and Goodbyes
Jack lay
on his belly, with his face in the dirt.
He clutched his gun tight, ready to shoot at the first thing to
move. He couldn’t see anything through
all of the gun smoke and the setting sun right at eye level. His heart raced with fear and
anticipation. Jack had to survive,
somehow.
Screams
in the distance rang in his ears. He
crawled up closer to the shrub that was his cover. Surely that was another of his comrades dead. It gave him a sick feeling to his already
aching, empty stomach.
Looking
to his right, he could make out another figure. The person was approximately the same size as Jack, so he knew it
had to be someone from his side. He
crawled quickly to cover beside her.
“Jack,”
she yelled over the sound of machine guns, “We’re surrounded!”
“I know,”
he replied. “I guess this is it.”
The girl
grabbed onto his arm. Jack looked down
at her. She had shiny, blue-black hair,
and when the sunlight reflected off of it, it had an almost liquid
shimmer. Jack always thought that his
battle partner’s hair was so beautiful.
“I don’t
want to fight anymore,” she sobbed, blue-violet eyes blazing behind a wall of
tears. “I’m going to end this now!”
She got
to her feet, rifle in hand, and charged right into the crossfire.
“Wait!”
Jack screamed out as he watched her fade away into the smoke. “Diane!”
***
Raiden’s
eyes suddenly flew open. It took him a
moment to realize where he was. He was
in his new apartment, safe and sound.
Jack sighed in relief.
His body
was slick with sweat, and it ran down his face in streams. He wiped it away, then rubbed the sleep out
of his eyes.
“Damn,”
he muttered under his breath, “Another one of those God damned dreams.”
He had nightmares
often of his day as a child soldier.
All were quite disturbing, but the ones about Diane were the ones that
really got to him.
She, like
Jack, was a child soldier; horribly abused and forced into combat. The girl was his friend, and they had comforted
each other during those times of hopelessness and despair. On that one day that haunted Jack’s dreams,
Diane had decided that enough was enough, and charged in on a suicide run as a
final effort to protect her best friend, and end her own suffering in the
process.
Jack
survived that battle, and many others.
He was an adult now, and had a child of his own. He wished that she would have allowed
herself a chance at the same. That way,
at least, they could have dealt with their terrifying pasts together.
Raiden
turned his head to look at the picture of Iroquois next to his makeshift
bed. At least, he had the power to
fight for his son, so that he would grow, go to school, and raise a family one
day. On the rare occasion that Jack had
a good dream, it was usually about Iroquois growing up to make him proud. It was a dream that he clung to dearly.
Raiden
sat up, yawning and stretching. He
looked over at the clock. It was
7:20. Deciding to get an early start on
his day, he got up and walked over to his still unpacked suitcases. He pulled himself out some fresh clothes and
a fresh towel, then set them on the bathroom counter.
Jack
turned on the hot water in the shower first, letting it run until it heated
up. He removed his boxers and tossed
them into the living area. Testing the
water, he turned on the cold until the water was a cool room temperature. Raiden stepped in, letting the cool water
rinse the sweat from his body.
“It’s
Wednesday,” Jack thought to himself, “Otacon should be getting in contact with
me sometime today.”
The past
week had quickly passed by. The time to
go into battle again was near. He was
going to have to say goodbye to his son.
Jack hoped, however, that they would not be permanent goodbyes.
***
Raiden cringed
as he rang the doorbell to Rose’s apartment.
He wanted to avoid dealing with her all together, but seeing Iroquois
one last time before he left was more important than evading an uncomfortable
confrontation with his ex-girlfriend.
He waited
patiently as he heard footsteps approaching the door. The bolts clicked, and Rose opened the door, baby in arms.
“Hello
Jack,” she said simply, but with a bit of sadness in her tone.
“Rosemary,”
he returned, using her full name to get the point across that this was not a
reconciling visit.
Raiden
reached out and picked up Iroquois. He
cradled him tight. “Hi boy!boy!” his
daddy told him, “Did you miss me?”
The baby
looked up at Jack, cooing in response.
“I’ll
take that as a yes,” Raiden said. He
rocked Iroquois as he stepped into the place in which he used to live.
The
apartment was just as he left it. None
of the things he had left behind had been touched. It was as if Rose was anticipating his return. He shook his head: not a chance.
The
platinum blond haired man went into the nursery and sat in the rocking
chair. He looked deep into his son’s
eyes. He pulled the boy in closer,
whispering into his ear, “I’ll come back.
I have to do something important.
You give me strength, Iroquois and you’ll keep me alive. I’ll have to come back, for you.”
A
familiar beeping in his ear interrupted Raiden’s train of thought. “Oh great.
Now what?” he thought to himself.
Rose now
came to stand in the doorway.
“Take
Iroquois,” Jack told her, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
Handing
the baby to his mother, Raiden went into the bathroom and shut the door. He answered the codec. The frequency of the call was coming in at
141.12.
“What’s
up, Otacon?”
“You
still have my frequency saved?” asked the engineer.
“Of
course,” Jack answered, “Though it never did me any good until now. You never had your codecs on when I was
trying to get in contact with the two of you.”
“Ah,
well, we try to keep all nanocommunications brief and to a minimum, even with a
burst transmission,” Hal Emmerich explained.
“We usually shut them down immediately after the codec is no longer
needed.”
“So
what’s going on with today?” Jack asked.
“We’re
meeting up at Mei Ling’s again at 1800.
I figured that would be the best since you already know your way there.”
“Got
it.” Raiden allowed himself a smile, “I
had a feeling that it was going to be you who called, and not Snake. He still pissed at me?”
“No, but
I wasn’t going to push the issue by having him be the one to get in contact
with you. I figured it’d be best to do
it myself,” Hal said, “He’s still upset with me though.”
Jack
nodded, “That night at Mei’s… I’ve seen that look in a person’s eyes
before.” He paused for a moment,
remembering his own motives, “I’m sure you have your reasons.”
A knock
came at the door, “Jack? You okay in
there?”
“Oh shit!
Gotta go. See ya tonight.”
Raiden
switched off his codec, then made a few verbal groans, feigning pain,
“Unh! Yeah, Rose. Just some stomach trouble, that’s all.”
“There’s some
Pepto Bismal left over in the medicine cabinet if you need it,” she offered.
“I
remember,” he returned, “I used to live here.”
Raiden
rummaged through the medicine cabinet to make it sound as if he were getting
himself the bottle. He got it out and
licked some of the pink liquid out of the cap so his breath would smell like
it. He flushed the toilet, spraying
some air freshener. That way, Rose
would not be suspicious at the absence of stench when he opened the door.
Jack left
the bathroom and went into the kitchen.
Rose was busy sterilizing the baby’s bottles and parts to her breast
pump.
“Where’s
Iroquois?” Jack asked.
Rosemary
stirred the pot of boiling bottles, then tapped the spoon a few times on the
side to shake off the excess water. Drying
her hands on the dish towel, she turned to face her ex.
“He was
getting fussy, so I put him down for a nap.”
“I see,”
Raiden said. “Well I guess I’ll be
going.”
He turned
to leave, hands in the pockets of his jeans, head tilted slightly towards the
floor. He was hoping that he’d make it
out the door without having any other words spoken, but…
“Are you
really that cruel?”
“Oh,
God. Here we go again,” thought
Jack. He stopped, sighing a bit as he
dared to ask, “What do you mean?”
Rose’s
eyes started to tear up. “Can you
really just walk out that door and not say anything to me? Don’t you feel anything for me anymore?”
Jack
sighed again, forcefully blowing the air out.
“It’s just easier to walk away then to try and pretend that everything
is okay and that nothing bad ever happened between us. I don’t know how, even after all you’ve put
me through, I still care about you.
But, it’s too hard to let those feelings mingle with all of the others.”
Rose
raised her eyebrow in query, “What other feelings are you talking about?”
“Anger,
sadness, uncertainty, betrayed… and that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” he
answered. Jack looked back at her, his
cool, blue eyes radiating every one of those emotions that he had just listed
and more. Then, without another word,
he left, shutting the door behind him.
***
Rose’s
codec rang in her ear. She sat down on
the couch and answered it.
“Are you
sure?” she answered the voice. Rosemary
frowned a bit.
“Yes. I’ll come.”
Author’s Notes:
Jack and Diane: another
“Kojimaism”. I couldn’t resist. Anyone here like that song?
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 mild violence (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 8: Dreams and Goodbyes
Jack lay
on his belly, with his face in the dirt.
He clutched his gun tight, ready to shoot at the first thing to
move. He couldn’t see anything through
all of the gun smoke and the setting sun right at eye level. His heart raced with fear and
anticipation. Jack had to survive,
somehow.
Screams
in the distance rang in his ears. He
crawled up closer to the shrub that was his cover. Surely that was another of his comrades dead. It gave him a sick feeling to his already
aching, empty stomach.
Looking
to his right, he could make out another figure. The person was approximately the same size as Jack, so he knew it
had to be someone from his side. He
crawled quickly to cover beside her.
“Jack,”
she yelled over the sound of machine guns, “We’re surrounded!”
“I know,”
he replied. “I guess this is it.”
The girl
grabbed onto his arm. Jack looked down
at her. She had shiny, blue-black hair,
and when the sunlight reflected off of it, it had an almost liquid
shimmer. Jack always thought that his
battle partner’s hair was so beautiful.
“I don’t
want to fight anymore,” she sobbed, blue-violet eyes blazing behind a wall of
tears. “I’m going to end this now!”
She got
to her feet, rifle in hand, and charged right into the crossfire.
“Wait!”
Jack screamed out as he watched her fade away into the smoke. “Diane!”
***
Raiden’s
eyes suddenly flew open. It took him a
moment to realize where he was. He was
in his new apartment, safe and sound.
Jack sighed in relief.
His body
was slick with sweat, and it ran down his face in streams. He wiped it away, then rubbed the sleep out
of his eyes.
“Damn,”
he muttered under his breath, “Another one of those God damned dreams.”
He had nightmares
often of his day as a child soldier.
All were quite disturbing, but the ones about Diane were the ones that
really got to him.
She, like
Jack, was a child soldier; horribly abused and forced into combat. The girl was his friend, and they had comforted
each other during those times of hopelessness and despair. On that one day that haunted Jack’s dreams,
Diane had decided that enough was enough, and charged in on a suicide run as a
final effort to protect her best friend, and end her own suffering in the
process.
Jack
survived that battle, and many others.
He was an adult now, and had a child of his own. He wished that she would have allowed
herself a chance at the same. That way,
at least, they could have dealt with their terrifying pasts together.
Raiden
turned his head to look at the picture of Iroquois next to his makeshift
bed. At least, he had the power to
fight for his son, so that he would grow, go to school, and raise a family one
day. On the rare occasion that Jack had
a good dream, it was usually about Iroquois growing up to make him proud. It was a dream that he clung to dearly.
Raiden
sat up, yawning and stretching. He
looked over at the clock. It was
7:20. Deciding to get an early start on
his day, he got up and walked over to his still unpacked suitcases. He pulled himself out some fresh clothes and
a fresh towel, then set them on the bathroom counter.
Jack
turned on the hot water in the shower first, letting it run until it heated
up. He removed his boxers and tossed
them into the living area. Testing the
water, he turned on the cold until the water was a cool room temperature. Raiden stepped in, letting the cool water
rinse the sweat from his body.
“It’s
Wednesday,” Jack thought to himself, “Otacon should be getting in contact with
me sometime today.”
The past
week had quickly passed by. The time to
go into battle again was near. He was
going to have to say goodbye to his son.
Jack hoped, however, that they would not be permanent goodbyes.
***
Raiden cringed
as he rang the doorbell to Rose’s apartment.
He wanted to avoid dealing with her all together, but seeing Iroquois
one last time before he left was more important than evading an uncomfortable
confrontation with his ex-girlfriend.
He waited
patiently as he heard footsteps approaching the door. The bolts clicked, and Rose opened the door, baby in arms.
“Hello
Jack,” she said simply, but with a bit of sadness in her tone.
“Rosemary,”
he returned, using her full name to get the point across that this was not a
reconciling visit.
Raiden
reached out and picked up Iroquois. He
cradled him tight. “Hi boy!boy!” his
daddy told him, “Did you miss me?”
The baby
looked up at Jack, cooing in response.
“I’ll
take that as a yes,” Raiden said. He
rocked Iroquois as he stepped into the place in which he used to live.
The
apartment was just as he left it. None
of the things he had left behind had been touched. It was as if Rose was anticipating his return. He shook his head: not a chance.
The
platinum blond haired man went into the nursery and sat in the rocking
chair. He looked deep into his son’s
eyes. He pulled the boy in closer,
whispering into his ear, “I’ll come back.
I have to do something important.
You give me strength, Iroquois and you’ll keep me alive. I’ll have to come back, for you.”
A
familiar beeping in his ear interrupted Raiden’s train of thought. “Oh great.
Now what?” he thought to himself.
Rose now
came to stand in the doorway.
“Take
Iroquois,” Jack told her, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
Handing
the baby to his mother, Raiden went into the bathroom and shut the door. He answered the codec. The frequency of the call was coming in at
141.12.
“What’s
up, Otacon?”
“You
still have my frequency saved?” asked the engineer.
“Of
course,” Jack answered, “Though it never did me any good until now. You never had your codecs on when I was
trying to get in contact with the two of you.”
“Ah,
well, we try to keep all nanocommunications brief and to a minimum, even with a
burst transmission,” Hal Emmerich explained.
“We usually shut them down immediately after the codec is no longer
needed.”
“So
what’s going on with today?” Jack asked.
“We’re
meeting up at Mei Ling’s again at 1800.
I figured that would be the best since you already know your way there.”
“Got
it.” Raiden allowed himself a smile, “I
had a feeling that it was going to be you who called, and not Snake. He still pissed at me?”
“No, but
I wasn’t going to push the issue by having him be the one to get in contact
with you. I figured it’d be best to do
it myself,” Hal said, “He’s still upset with me though.”
Jack
nodded, “That night at Mei’s… I’ve seen that look in a person’s eyes
before.” He paused for a moment,
remembering his own motives, “I’m sure you have your reasons.”
A knock
came at the door, “Jack? You okay in
there?”
“Oh shit!
Gotta go. See ya tonight.”
Raiden
switched off his codec, then made a few verbal groans, feigning pain,
“Unh! Yeah, Rose. Just some stomach trouble, that’s all.”
“There’s some
Pepto Bismal left over in the medicine cabinet if you need it,” she offered.
“I
remember,” he returned, “I used to live here.”
Raiden
rummaged through the medicine cabinet to make it sound as if he were getting
himself the bottle. He got it out and
licked some of the pink liquid out of the cap so his breath would smell like
it. He flushed the toilet, spraying
some air freshener. That way, Rose
would not be suspicious at the absence of stench when he opened the door.
Jack left
the bathroom and went into the kitchen.
Rose was busy sterilizing the baby’s bottles and parts to her breast
pump.
“Where’s
Iroquois?” Jack asked.
Rosemary
stirred the pot of boiling bottles, then tapped the spoon a few times on the
side to shake off the excess water. Drying
her hands on the dish towel, she turned to face her ex.
“He was
getting fussy, so I put him down for a nap.”
“I see,”
Raiden said. “Well I guess I’ll be
going.”
He turned
to leave, hands in the pockets of his jeans, head tilted slightly towards the
floor. He was hoping that he’d make it
out the door without having any other words spoken, but…
“Are you
really that cruel?”
“Oh,
God. Here we go again,” thought
Jack. He stopped, sighing a bit as he
dared to ask, “What do you mean?”
Rose’s
eyes started to tear up. “Can you
really just walk out that door and not say anything to me? Don’t you feel anything for me anymore?”
Jack
sighed again, forcefully blowing the air out.
“It’s just easier to walk away then to try and pretend that everything
is okay and that nothing bad ever happened between us. I don’t know how, even after all you’ve put
me through, I still care about you.
But, it’s too hard to let those feelings mingle with all of the others.”
Rose
raised her eyebrow in query, “What other feelings are you talking about?”
“Anger,
sadness, uncertainty, betrayed… and that’s just the tip of the iceberg,” he
answered. Jack looked back at her, his
cool, blue eyes radiating every one of those emotions that he had just listed
and more. Then, without another word,
he left, shutting the door behind him.
***
Rose’s
codec rang in her ear. She sat down on
the couch and answered it.
“Are you
sure?” she answered the voice. Rosemary
frowned a bit.
“Yes. I’ll come.”
Author’s Notes:
Jack and Diane: another
“Kojimaism”. I couldn’t resist. Anyone here like that song?