Title: Upon a Moonlit Night
Author: Raging Tofu
Series: Guilty Gear
Type: Stand-Alone
Rating: Mature
Paring: Sol/Ky
Warning: There's all kinds of trouble that happens...
Setting: Spring 2172 Southern France/Rhone River Valley region
Author's Notes: Late night walks are always so inspirational, and this is because of that.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Guilty Gear; it belongs first and foremost to Ishiwatari-san and also to the people of Sammy Studios and Arc Systems.

"Where are we going?"

Sol ignored him and kept walking. This was the third time he had been asked that question, and like the first two, he didn't say anything. There was no need to, but that was the problem with adolescents nowadays; they could never just wait to see something. They had to know immediately. Which was a shame, Sol thought. One could obtain many more answers by just observing.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?"

He was and did. The American turned his attention to the twilight sounds around him, tuning out that nasally tenor. The day was nearing its end; the sky a vibrant orange with streaks of gold and crimson. Spring had arrived the week prior, but the day had been warmer than usual with a mugginess that almost made it feel like summer. The ground was soft and spongy, still wet and full from the rains that drizzled down four days ago, though the sudden increase in humidity may have a hand in that. With dusk falling, frogs and crickets erupted in chorus and a light wind began to blow.

Sol tugged at the collar of his Order uniform. Even with a cool wind billowing, he felt stifled in the heavy layers. Fumbling a bit, he unzipped the clinging shirt letting the breeze kiss his tanned skin. There was always the option of stripping off the extra layers but then that would mean he would have to carry them. Regardless, the sun was setting and it would be cooler after nightfall. Crimson eyes shifted to either side of the gravel road they walked, looking for a suitable place to rest for the night. There wasn't a building in sight. An outcropping would have sufficed, but only wide open fields of untended wheat and wild grass lay to either side of the road; occasionally ending short at a patch of forest. Glancing further up the road, the older man spied another plot of greenwood.

It would be a while before they reached their final destination.