Xenoblade Chronicles: Short Stories & Smut

Frustration (Patroka x Mikhail)

Patroka stomped onto the Monoceros bridge, kicking the door open with her boot causing Akhos, Jin and Malos to turn in her direction. Mikhail was close behind her.

"That damn Pratorium blade was there!" She screamed at the group of men waiting for information,

"Pratorium blade?" Akhos questioned, scrunching his glasses up his nose,

"Ha—Fan La Norne," Jin corrected himself,

"Oh right. I almost forgot that Amalthus awakened her a few years ago." Malos groaned,

"I hardly remember her, but she was in old Torna, right?" Mikhail directed his question to Jin as he stepped beside Patroka,

"That's right. I don't blame you for forgetting her, that was... a long time ago." Jin looked away from Malos' intense gaze,

"Well whoever she is, she has a damn annoying power!" Patroka crossed her arms and looked away,

"Immobilizing Blades and Titans alike. I have a feeling she will get in our way again soon." The white haired flesh eater informed the Aegis,

"You know what we'll have to do." Malos sneared. Jin did not answer but he nodded. Malos' idea of a solution always involved killing someone.

Mikhail stepped towards Patroka and placed a calloused hand on her shoulder,

"Don't be so hard on yourself, we were outmatched..." Mikhail tried to comfort her but she jerked away and scoffed, leaving the room. Mikhail didn't look after her, he couldn't help but stand there and sulk.

"She's inconsolable. Don't let it bother you." Akhos assured him as he tapped furiously at a control panel, steering them away from the Mor Ardain Titan,

"She could at least act like she doesn't despise me. It's not even my fault! I got my ass handed to me too..." Mikhail dug his foot into the ground and leaned against the wall,

"Maybe she does hate you." Malos said flatly,

"Thanks," Mikhail rolled his eyes, "You're a big help Malos."

"Well..." Malos shrugged and walked past him heading off the bridge, "I'm starting dinner." Mikhail tapped his foot impatiently. He didn't like being bested in battle but rejection burned even more than that. With Patroka he was always being rejected, time and time again. It's hard being in love with someone who doesn't even see you.

"She doesn't hate you." Jin finally said.  Mikhail raised his eyebrows,

"No?"

"No." Jin turned from his station and stood before Mikhail. He rested a hand on his bicep. Jin still saw the young, small, scared little boy that he and Lora found all those years ago. Although he respected Mikhail's strength and maturity, Mik would always be the little blue eyed boy Lora was so infatuated with, "With all the attention you give her it's impossible for her to hate you. She notices everything you do... Mikhail."

Mikhail let a smile creep to his face. Jin was the only living memory he had left of his childhood. The only person who knows what hell he has been through. Mik trusted Jin with his life.

"Thank you, Jin."

Jin followed Malos leaving Mikhail and Akhos alone. They shared a mutual silence for maybe twenty minutes. Mikhail let his mind drift and his body relax after the battle with the aegis, the prince, the inquisitor, the Pratorium's blade. He hadn't even begun to think about the loss of his blade, Cressidus. Cressidus was a big idiot but they had a strong bond. He was good at listening to Mik, he tried to offer advice but Cressidus understood very little about human relationships. He was a strong fighter too... fearless, unstoppable. Mikhail sighed, he had failed his blade. He was failing at showing Patroka his love. He was failing at capturing he aegis. Just a big failure,