Tales of Vesperia one-shots

Scars of the Past, Memories of the Wounded

This one is the sequel to Knife to Meet You! It's not nearly as bloody, though, and again, not a fav of mine...

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Scars of the Past, Memories of the Wounded

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Yuri sat lounging on the grass outside the inn, staring up at the sky. He could hear the voices of Karol and Rita as they argued from here, and sighed. Estelle was probably in over her head a little, and without Judith and Raven there to keep them in check, it would likely get out of hand quickly.

Yawning, he stretched before sitting up, blinking blearily. A shadow blocked out the sun and he looked up, squinting against the light that threw their face in shadows.

"Oh, Flynn. I was wondering who you were for a moment," Yuri greeted, grinning.

"Why am I not surprised to find you slacking off, Lowell?" Flynn sighed.

"I'm hurt Flynn. I thought you had more faith in me than that."

Flynn shook his head, watching as Yuri stood and brushed the grass off.

"So, is this a pleasant visit, or do you need to talk to me?" Yuri asked.

"I am receiving complaints from people within the inn and surrounding neighbours that your group is causing a disruption. Please refrain from disturbing everybody and get them back under control," Flynn rolled off.

"Well, I was actually about to do that before you showed up. Now, if you don't mind..."

"Watch out!"

They looked up at Estelle's startled cry just as water was dumped all over them. Rita and Karol, who had hurried to the edge, barely held back their laughter.

"S-Sorry Yuri!" Rita called down, giggling.

"Are you alright?" Estelle asked worriedly.

Yuri shook his hands, trying to get the water off them, then brushed his hair back from his face. "Super," he replied sarcastically.

Flynn pushed his sopping hair back, imitating Karol's usual hairstyle, only wetter and less neat. "We are fine, Lady Estellise," he assured her.

Yuri looked up at Rita and Karol, who were still giggling uncontrollably, and stomped inside. He ignored the innkeeper’s protests of getting the carpet wet and made his way upstairs to the room they were staying in.

"Dry us off. Now," he said curtly to Rita. With a great effort she stopped herself from laughing, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably.

"Sure, if you like being burnt to a crisp."

"Then dry off our shirts at least."

"Just step out of it then," she said, waiting. Flynn came into the room behind him, looking around.

"You really should get yourselves dried off. We don't want you to get ill," Estelle said, mothering over them.

"Sure. Why don't you guys just step outside," Yuri said, standing aside so that they could go out.

"Why? You're only taking your shirts off, and it's not like you never reveal your chest to the world anyway," Rita pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"Rita.."

"What! I'm serious, you can't have a good reason for this."

"Maybe he's shy?" Karol suggested. Yuri groaned, face-palming as Rita burst out into laughter again.