“… I’m so bored of cowards who say they want then they can’t handle.” - Bjork

Inspired by the Bjork’s song ‘5 Years’, in a vague fashion.

Implied shouneni-ai… sort of… depends how you read it.

By the age of 21 Narsus had decided that he was giving up on men, courtiers, soldiers, nobles, they were all the same. He’d found them all dull and pointless in the end. In fact somehow he’d appeared to scare them off though he couldn’t imagine why. That was why when he’d be left to conversation with Daryoon this evening he’d been relieved.

“You know they’re all useless.”

“Surely not everyone.”

“Present company excepted.” A shrug “But the rest all just seem to run away!”

“Perhaps you scare them?”

“How?! It’s not as if I go round challenging them to duels!”

“Well, not physically anyway.” A slight laugh.

“What do you mean?!”

“Come on Narsus, it’s not as if you’re the easiest person to talk to!”

“I’m not rude!”

“That’s not what I mean. You can be offensive without being overtly rude.”

“I’m only offensive to the stupid ones. They’re not worth talking to anyway!”

“Right.”

“The stupid ones annoy me thus I have no reason to talk to them!”

“Well, is there anyone who doesn’t annoy you?”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

On reflection Narsus considered his opinion, now that time had passed. They were all involved in a war to reclaim Pulsar from the Lucitainians. All the people he had hated, all the ones who were too stupid to hold a decent conversation, now fighting for a single cause. Still it didn’t meant that he had to communicate with them or understand them. Though now his opinion had changed, it had taken 5 years perhaps but there was a definite difference.

Daryoon strode towards him.

“I was thinking…”

“Yes?”

“About how useless they all are… all of them but you.”

Cute. Not what I meant to write… in fact I still can’t believe that I wrote it.

Dedicated to my Pharangase, the only one who really understands… and makes a great continental omlet!

- Narsus (22/10/01)