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[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: Dishonest Honesty Part 2 (discarded version)
Oh gosh, I think I might be falling sick. (noooooooooo *claws throat*) *goes to chug down lots of tea*
Also, guess what, A Slice of Wedding Cake is overtaking Invincible in length! XD;;;;; I nearly can't believe it! Let's see if I can update Invincible sometime within the next two weeks so it doesn't lose to its much younger sibling by too much. XD;; I've tossed out the 1k I wrote though (might use it later in some other chapter) and am now starting over with a different POV, my second choice. :'D;; It's going much more smoothly!
Here's Part 2 of the discontinued Dishonest Honesty! I actually (or maybe you already know) really like writing Earth. I should write him as the main character again sometime. XD I only did it for Lessons in Demeanor. Not often enough! But, as a warning, Earth is not mindful at all here in the situation he's found himself in, unlike how Sun and Judgment dealt with the bodyswap.
Previous part
You know, it’s odd how things work sometimes. I’d always thought I was comfortable in my own skin. Some people look in the mirror and don’t like what they see, wanting to be anyone else but themselves. I was never one of those wishy washy people. I’m confident in myself. I know what I want. Even if I always have to wear a mask of fake honesty and stutter like I have my tongue tied, I’ve never felt repressed. I made that mask a part of me, and I used the heck out of it.
So yeah. I was fine with being me. I liked being me.
Except someone out there seemed to have missed the memo. That someone probably being Sun. Who else was such a bastard?
Maybe I was due for some soul-searching, but really, I didn’t see the point. Why would I want to be anyone else when I could already do what I liked?
Currently, there was a cleric next to me. On my bed in fact. All I had to do was turn in her direction, and I could look down “bashfully” at her awesome chest. How could life be any better than this? My day was going to be perfect as long as that idiotic Sun didn’t decide to burst in through my door to interrupt me with his maddening timing. I was ninety nine point nine nine percent certain that he always did it on purpose, that bastard.
"Earth Knight, thank you for the help," the cleric murmured. I was just about to pat her hand reassuringly when in the next blink, I was suddenly surrounded by a sea of women who were all staring adoringly at me!
I take that back. Life could indeed be better!
That was my immediate thought upon finding myself surrounded by women. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or what, but I welcomed being surrounded by women at any point of day.
What I didn’t welcome was the actual situation I had landed in, and it wasn’t just that I was surrounded by women. However, I currently didn’t know what being surrounded by women at this moment actually implied.
I would soon be clued in because strangely, I had a stack of paperwork in my hands. That just couldn't be right. If I were dreaming, I wouldn’t punish myself with paperwork. That would just be plain stupid. My hands had also been empty not a moment earlier. I know they had been empty because I had been about to use those very hands to comfort the cleric on my bed.
I stared down at the paperwork I held, my eyesight blurring, the tiny black words on the paper running together. That’s when anxiety kicked in, like a punch to the gut that stole all of my air. I sucked in deep breaths and blinked hard, trying to rid myself of the blurriness and the stinging feeling that burned even more whenever I closed my eyelids. There was truly no respite.
What’s wrong with my eyes?
When I looked back up, I was horrified to find that I actually needed to squint to see all of the beauties around me clearly. There was something seriously wrong with my eyes, and I didn’t like it. If I couldn’t oggle the clerics in front of me effectively, then what good were my eyes?
“Are you alright, Storm Knight?” asked one of the clerics worriedly.
“Y-Yes, t-thank you for the…” I paused in the middle of my stammering, my mind abruptly registering what the cleric had called me. I couldn’t have heard that right.
“I…”
That wasn’t my voice. It was too smooth, not at all like the voice I had cultivated for the image of the Earth Knight.
I’m…Storm? What?
Eyes wide, I lowered my head to look down at the stack of paperwork in my hands again, gaze trailing to my sleeves. When I did so, blue tresses fell in front of my vision. Irrefutable evidence. Paperwork and long, blue hair. That definitely added up to Storm Knight alright.
No wonder my head felt so heavy. Storm’s hair was damn long.
For once in my life, I was struck speechless despite being surrounded by girls. I mean, I always had to stutter, but that was just me pretending. Now, I was truly speechless. Millions of jumbled thoughts flew through my mind all at once. How had this happened? Does this mean Storm is currently me? Am I dreaming? When will I wake up? Oh, that girl over there has an awesome chest…
Hands full so I couldn’t pinch myself, I bit the inside of my mouth instead.
It hurt like crazy.
I wasn’t dreaming.
I stood, stunned.
But then a grin slowly spread over my face.
I can flirt openly with all the women I want now!
While I liked being myself, thank you very much, and did not appreciate whatever this strange business was, I also couldn’t refute the fact that being the Storm Knight came with some cool benefits, the biggest one being how he was supposed to be a flirt. If I had to pick one position I wouldn’t mind having out of the other Twelve Holy Knights’, that would be the Storm Knight’s position. I’d almost regretted that I hadn’t gone for the Storm Knight selection back when I was still a young and impressionable little boy. Imagine where I would be now!
No, I don’t mean that I would end up with never-ending paperwork. I strongly believe that if I had Storm’s position, I still wouldn’t have ended up like him. He is such a pushover, accepting Sun’s request for help like that. I would never have given in! It’s not just him either. Blaze, Cloud, and Leaf are the same too. How stupid of them to give in to Sun’s demands. They’ll never hear the end of that!
Anyway, the only reason I even went to the Earth Knight’s selection back then was because I’d been told that girls liked clumsy guys and that I had an honest-looking face. At least, I’d always looked innocent enough that whenever candy went missing, no one ever successfully pinned it on me.
After becoming the Earth Knight candidate, I’d almost thought I’d been tricked about the fact that girls liked clumsy guys, but things turned out okay in the end. I was suited to the Earth Knight’s battling style with my ample earth element, and it turned out that females really liked mothering me. It wasn’t entirely like I had imagined, but it wasn’t too bad after I figured out how to use my supposed personality to my advantage.
However, Storm really had it much easier than me in attracting the fairer sex. After all, he had the bad boy image going for him. Girls really dig that. Possibly even more than the shy boy image that people have of the Earth Knight. I can’t believe he doesn’t relish in it.
I considered my situation again.
Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself while I could? I doubted I would be stuck as Storm forever, and I could always toss his paperwork at his vice-captain.
It was like having my wildest dreams come true. An opportunity of a lifetime! For one, Storm attracted an entirely different assortment of girls than I did as the Earth Knight. I mean, I love the shy girls and the ones who want stability, but sometimes the feisty ones and the thrill seekers are great too.
I also never thought the day would come that I would be able to drop my stupid stammering and flirt as much as I wanted to. Or well, I thought it’d take at least another seventeen years. Until I retired, that was. By then, I’d be an old man, and where would the fun be in that?
Tossing any worries I had to the back of my mind, I winked at the clerics before me.
They swooned. I mean like, literally. A few even looked close to fainting. Damn, I never have this effect on women as myself! They mostly just giggle or coo at me…
I gave them another wink, ridiculously amused by their responses. Why not up the act even more?
“There’s no need to worry your pretty little heads over me, kittens,” I said with a wide grin on my face.
Damn, this was going to be hilariously fun. If only my hands weren’t full with paperwork!
tbc!
Next part
Also, guess what, A Slice of Wedding Cake is overtaking Invincible in length! XD;;;;; I nearly can't believe it! Let's see if I can update Invincible sometime within the next two weeks so it doesn't lose to its much younger sibling by too much. XD;; I've tossed out the 1k I wrote though (might use it later in some other chapter) and am now starting over with a different POV, my second choice. :'D;; It's going much more smoothly!
Here's Part 2 of the discontinued Dishonest Honesty! I actually (or maybe you already know) really like writing Earth. I should write him as the main character again sometime. XD I only did it for Lessons in Demeanor. Not often enough! But, as a warning, Earth is not mindful at all here in the situation he's found himself in, unlike how Sun and Judgment dealt with the bodyswap.
Previous part
Dishonest Honesty - Part 2: Earth
You know, it’s odd how things work sometimes. I’d always thought I was comfortable in my own skin. Some people look in the mirror and don’t like what they see, wanting to be anyone else but themselves. I was never one of those wishy washy people. I’m confident in myself. I know what I want. Even if I always have to wear a mask of fake honesty and stutter like I have my tongue tied, I’ve never felt repressed. I made that mask a part of me, and I used the heck out of it.
So yeah. I was fine with being me. I liked being me.
Except someone out there seemed to have missed the memo. That someone probably being Sun. Who else was such a bastard?
Maybe I was due for some soul-searching, but really, I didn’t see the point. Why would I want to be anyone else when I could already do what I liked?
Currently, there was a cleric next to me. On my bed in fact. All I had to do was turn in her direction, and I could look down “bashfully” at her awesome chest. How could life be any better than this? My day was going to be perfect as long as that idiotic Sun didn’t decide to burst in through my door to interrupt me with his maddening timing. I was ninety nine point nine nine percent certain that he always did it on purpose, that bastard.
"Earth Knight, thank you for the help," the cleric murmured. I was just about to pat her hand reassuringly when in the next blink, I was suddenly surrounded by a sea of women who were all staring adoringly at me!
I take that back. Life could indeed be better!
That was my immediate thought upon finding myself surrounded by women. I didn’t know if I was dreaming or what, but I welcomed being surrounded by women at any point of day.
What I didn’t welcome was the actual situation I had landed in, and it wasn’t just that I was surrounded by women. However, I currently didn’t know what being surrounded by women at this moment actually implied.
I would soon be clued in because strangely, I had a stack of paperwork in my hands. That just couldn't be right. If I were dreaming, I wouldn’t punish myself with paperwork. That would just be plain stupid. My hands had also been empty not a moment earlier. I know they had been empty because I had been about to use those very hands to comfort the cleric on my bed.
I stared down at the paperwork I held, my eyesight blurring, the tiny black words on the paper running together. That’s when anxiety kicked in, like a punch to the gut that stole all of my air. I sucked in deep breaths and blinked hard, trying to rid myself of the blurriness and the stinging feeling that burned even more whenever I closed my eyelids. There was truly no respite.
What’s wrong with my eyes?
When I looked back up, I was horrified to find that I actually needed to squint to see all of the beauties around me clearly. There was something seriously wrong with my eyes, and I didn’t like it. If I couldn’t oggle the clerics in front of me effectively, then what good were my eyes?
“Are you alright, Storm Knight?” asked one of the clerics worriedly.
“Y-Yes, t-thank you for the…” I paused in the middle of my stammering, my mind abruptly registering what the cleric had called me. I couldn’t have heard that right.
“I…”
That wasn’t my voice. It was too smooth, not at all like the voice I had cultivated for the image of the Earth Knight.
I’m…Storm? What?
Eyes wide, I lowered my head to look down at the stack of paperwork in my hands again, gaze trailing to my sleeves. When I did so, blue tresses fell in front of my vision. Irrefutable evidence. Paperwork and long, blue hair. That definitely added up to Storm Knight alright.
No wonder my head felt so heavy. Storm’s hair was damn long.
For once in my life, I was struck speechless despite being surrounded by girls. I mean, I always had to stutter, but that was just me pretending. Now, I was truly speechless. Millions of jumbled thoughts flew through my mind all at once. How had this happened? Does this mean Storm is currently me? Am I dreaming? When will I wake up? Oh, that girl over there has an awesome chest…
Hands full so I couldn’t pinch myself, I bit the inside of my mouth instead.
It hurt like crazy.
I wasn’t dreaming.
I stood, stunned.
But then a grin slowly spread over my face.
I can flirt openly with all the women I want now!
While I liked being myself, thank you very much, and did not appreciate whatever this strange business was, I also couldn’t refute the fact that being the Storm Knight came with some cool benefits, the biggest one being how he was supposed to be a flirt. If I had to pick one position I wouldn’t mind having out of the other Twelve Holy Knights’, that would be the Storm Knight’s position. I’d almost regretted that I hadn’t gone for the Storm Knight selection back when I was still a young and impressionable little boy. Imagine where I would be now!
No, I don’t mean that I would end up with never-ending paperwork. I strongly believe that if I had Storm’s position, I still wouldn’t have ended up like him. He is such a pushover, accepting Sun’s request for help like that. I would never have given in! It’s not just him either. Blaze, Cloud, and Leaf are the same too. How stupid of them to give in to Sun’s demands. They’ll never hear the end of that!
Anyway, the only reason I even went to the Earth Knight’s selection back then was because I’d been told that girls liked clumsy guys and that I had an honest-looking face. At least, I’d always looked innocent enough that whenever candy went missing, no one ever successfully pinned it on me.
After becoming the Earth Knight candidate, I’d almost thought I’d been tricked about the fact that girls liked clumsy guys, but things turned out okay in the end. I was suited to the Earth Knight’s battling style with my ample earth element, and it turned out that females really liked mothering me. It wasn’t entirely like I had imagined, but it wasn’t too bad after I figured out how to use my supposed personality to my advantage.
However, Storm really had it much easier than me in attracting the fairer sex. After all, he had the bad boy image going for him. Girls really dig that. Possibly even more than the shy boy image that people have of the Earth Knight. I can’t believe he doesn’t relish in it.
I considered my situation again.
Why shouldn’t I enjoy myself while I could? I doubted I would be stuck as Storm forever, and I could always toss his paperwork at his vice-captain.
It was like having my wildest dreams come true. An opportunity of a lifetime! For one, Storm attracted an entirely different assortment of girls than I did as the Earth Knight. I mean, I love the shy girls and the ones who want stability, but sometimes the feisty ones and the thrill seekers are great too.
I also never thought the day would come that I would be able to drop my stupid stammering and flirt as much as I wanted to. Or well, I thought it’d take at least another seventeen years. Until I retired, that was. By then, I’d be an old man, and where would the fun be in that?
Tossing any worries I had to the back of my mind, I winked at the clerics before me.
They swooned. I mean like, literally. A few even looked close to fainting. Damn, I never have this effect on women as myself! They mostly just giggle or coo at me…
I gave them another wink, ridiculously amused by their responses. Why not up the act even more?
“There’s no need to worry your pretty little heads over me, kittens,” I said with a wide grin on my face.
Damn, this was going to be hilariously fun. If only my hands weren’t full with paperwork!
tbc!
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