fanfiction by five5sixers

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Fandoms: Bloody Roar, Metal Gear Solid, Silent Hill, Darkstalkers, Guilty Gear, Psychonauts, The Legend of Zelda, Star Fox, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Reverse: 1999, Yakuza / Like a Dragon (RGG), The Wolf Among Us, Final Fantasy (VIII, IX, Dissidia), RPGmaker horror (Ib, Yume Nikki, OFF!, etc), Indie Darlings (The Path), World of Darkness (mostly Werewolf and Wraith) Project List Under the Cut (updated March 30th, 2024)

Title: Does the Sun Know We're Alive? Fandom: Bloody Roar Chapters: 8/8 - 35,403 words Category: General | Genfic (no pairings as a major focus) Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Qingming is a festival meant to honor the deceased and rejuvenate the hearts of those still living. This celebration weighs heavily on two men who struggle to reconcile their sordid pasts and ambiguous futures.

Characters: Long, Shenlong, Background & Cameo Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Series, Character Study, Qingming Festival, Tomb Sweeping Day, Pure Brightness Festival, Implied/Referenced Death, Implied/Referenced Funeral, Family Loss, Parental Death, Grief/Mourning, Reflections on Mortality, Existentialism, Childhood Trauma, Depression, Loneliness, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Emotional Baggage, Bickering/Arguments, Anxiety Attacks, Guilt, Survivor Guilt, Nostalgia, Reminiscing, Memory Loss, Siblings, Family, Adopted Siblings, Found Family, Reconciliation

A granite grave marker stood at the head. It was modest in presentation, much like the man it memorialized, but noticeably more intact than its neighbors. The inscriptions along its dark face were still legible despite the lichen beginning to creep up along its smooth surface. At its base, a roughly-cut pedestal patiently awaited offerings.

Pressure developed at the base of Long's skull. The exposed skin of his face and hands numbed against the chilly spring breeze. Sounds of distant windchimes and smells of damp earth faded from his consciousness. His mind became thick as cotton.

The zoanthrope found that he could not break his gaze away from the hanzi before him. Though the engravings themselves were simplistic―little more than a name and dates―the craftsmanship was meticulous, almost surgical. Every character printed along the marker’s stone face carried a sort of decisive finality in its exactness. Each stroke was deep, sharp, and precise. Like claw marks against skin. 

Or the portentous stripes of a prowling tiger.

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“Have you seen this man?” she asked, her own Japanese unfamiliar and overly formal.

It wasn’t the best quality image, considering it came from a disposable camera. Three people were clearly visible, standing in front of a Chinese bistro on a sunny day. Lanfa herself, wearing a red qipao and a bright smile, stood beside two men in matching chef uniforms and braided hair. One man was considerably older and shorter than the other, his hair stark white, with a face wrinkled by a mix of time and affection. The other stood taller than both of them, with round glasses and a subtle smile. Lanfa’s finger pointed to him.

Her acquaintance leaned in to check―only to exclaim and lean back in shock. Lanfa watched a few different emotions play across the young man’s face until he drew closer again, this time stroking his chin as his face scrunched with concentration.

“What’s this guy’s name?” he asked with an air of suspicion.

“Long. Jin Long.”

He repeated the name slowly, attempting to mimic exactly how she said it, yet gave pointed emphasis to the first syllable. His arms crossed, and with a determined huff he nodded.

Lanfa’s heart fluttered. This was it―finally, something concrete. No more wishy-washy rumors!

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