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section7mfu2014-10-27 12:00 pm
"The Sum of One's Fears"~ for The Short Affair Challenge
Challenge: The Short Affair
Prompt Word #1 - Rush
Prompt Colour – White
Title: The sum of one’s fears
Author: mrua7
Word Count: Approx. 750
Napoleon Solo walked slowly along the waters edge; looking at the rough surf with its white capped waves crashing like battling samurai as two long fishing boats struggled to come ashore.
The fisherman’s nets behind him at this sleepy Japanese village were hung with care behind him, with the rest of the village boats raised on piles of grey stone to keep them from being washed away.
The sky was becoming darker as ominous storm clouds loomed on the horizon, yet for some reason the American wished he was out on that water, though the image of Mount Fuji was still visible in the distance.
Though he feared the sea, the exhilaration he felt while sailing on it; the power of wind behind him as his thirty-foot yacht, the Pursang, glided and dove through the waves.
The spray in his face, the power of the ocean gave him a rush, one that had little to compare to it. It was the majesty and the wrath of Mother Nature that left him in awe time and again..
“Penny for your thoughts,” Illya Kuryakin said as he approached his partner from behind.
“Just thinking about being out on that water, that’s all.” Napoleon stood, facing the churning water, his coat whipping in the wind.
The Russian shook his head. “I do not understand how you have this fascination with the sea when you cannot swim well, and are afraid of drowning.”
“It’s called embracing one's fears chum, something you should do when it comes to dealing with dogs.”
“I do not think embracing a dog will keep it from trying to rip out my throat.”
“Illya not every dog wants to do that. Most of them are friendly you know.” Napoleon pulled up his collar to fend off the dampness in the air.
Kuryakin nodded, “I know you are right, but more often than not we encounter the other kind of canines in our line of work, do we not?”
“That’s true too chum, but how about visiting a kennel when we go home to New York...maybe you can desensitize yourself. Start small, handling puppies maybe?”
“I will do that when you take swimming lessons at the YMCA.”
“Fair enough,” Napoleon smiled, only the way he could.”You’ve got a deal.”
“You know you could charm the devil into giving up hell,” Illya laughed.
“Why thank you my friend.”
There was a loud thunderclap accompanied by a bolt of lightning that reached across the sky like a giant skeletal hand.
“Better get inside before it rains,” Illya said.” High tide is coming in and I have no wish to join you in your fascination with water.”
“Hmm yes, I think I’ll embrace that another day. Say I heard there’s this really nice geisha house just at the edge of town. Feel like some entertainment partner mine?”
“Yes, some saki and a nice massage would be most welcome right now. So lead on moy drug.”
“I was actually thinking of something else,” Solo winked.
“That is not the purpose of a geisha house,” Illya droned. “Trained geishas are artisans and entertainers.”
“Thank you for that reminder Kuryakin-san, but that’s not what I had in mind, so get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Mottomo meiyo aru usotsuki, (most prestigious liar) ” Illya bowed, speaking Japanese.
“Show off,” Napoleon mumbled. Japanese was not a language that he’d mastered, though he was sure if he had Illya would make comments on his accent. ” Now what did you say?”
Kuryakin laughed, refusing to answer.
“Illya, if you don’t tell me what you said...I’ll sic a dog on you, a nice big one. I heard there’s a pet store not far from the geisha house.”
“You would not,” Illya stared at him in disbelief.
“Try me chum. So what did you say to me? Fess up.”
“I said you are a most wise and considerate friend.”
“Really? Why thank you.”
“You are welcome, “ Illya smiled, forcing himself not to snicker.
For once Solo knew the wily Russian was lying, but for the moment he let it go. He’d get back at him when his partner least expected it. Though it was all in good fun, a release of sorts.
Napoleon glanced back over his shoulder, looking at the sea, feeling it call to him. Maybe he would take those swimming lessons after all and not hold his partner to facing his phobia.
Everyone deals with fear in their own way, and in their own time... perhaps it was finally his time, and that made the American smile again; not a cajoling or seductive smile, but one of determination.
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Hey Solo speaks Italian, French German and some Russian so he's in good shape linguistically. Illya on the other hand with his eidetic memory and being a polymorph is a tough one to keep up with.
Thanks for commenting and glad you like the story.