Off Target Chapter 1, a suikoden fanfic

Okay, since there is practically NO Suikoden Tierkreiss fiction on this site, I figured I'd write some because some of these characters are screaming "Write my future, Write my backstory, Write darn you, WRITE!" I thought I'd write my first story about Asad and Chrodechild (see my profile) but I thought up this scenario with Buchse and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind.

I don't own Suikoden Tierkreiss. If I did, Asad and Chrodechild would have gotten together in the game. And there would be more opportunities to use the 108 peeps that they give you. I also make no money from this fanfic, if you paid for it, tell me the name of the person who charged you and I will send Interceptor and Shadow to hunt him/her down.

BANG – ding

Buchse smirked happily as he heard the ding of his bullets hitting home.

BANG – ding

There wasn't much that could make him smile, his face just wasn't programmed for it, but that little noise that signified he had hit the palm sized center of the practice range targets did it every time. Especially when he unloaded a full clip, with each shot followed by that sweet sound.

BANG- ding

BANG – ding

The clip was almost spent; five shots and he would have had another perfect round.

BANG- ding

There was nothing like starting off a day with a perfect round of target practice.

BANG – ding

It even made dealing with . . . certain individuals . . . more tolerable.

BANG- ding

Suddenly Buchse felt someone grab his sides. He jumped and pulled the trigger reflexively.

BANGBANG – thudthud

Two more bullet holes now adorned the wall of the range. He jerked himself away and spun to face his attacker, pointing his now empty rifle at the lucky man's head.

Tsaubern grinned devilishly, "Looking good today Buchse," he pushed the gun away and took a step closer, "Not that you don't look good every day."

Buchse had to restrain himself from beating his pale haired nemesis with the butt of his rifle. The damage to the gun wasn't worth it. Damn Tsaubern really knew how to ruin a good day! And it was only five o' clock . . .

The door to the range creaked open, admitting a woman of average height with sharp, dagger like eyes and a frowning face. The frown deepened when she saw Tsaubern flashing that saucy grin in the direction of a very haggard looking Buchse.

"Isn't it a little early for you to be up Tsaubern?" Minen grumbled.

"Of course not!" Tsaubern said happily, "It's never too early to spend time with my good friend Buchse!" He put an arm around Buchse's shoulders. Minen winced for the silent marksman, whose face wore a blank stare of hopelessness.

Tsaubern withdrew his arm, only to give Buchse a swift poke in the side. Buchse jumped and made a stifled squeaking sound. With a laugh, Tsaubern headed for the door. "See you later Bushey-boy!" he called over his shoulder as he left.

When Tsaubern had finally left, Buchse slammed his rifle down on the counter of the range. Piece by piece, he began to dismantle it. This was a method of therapy, Minen knew. She had done it herself at times. Take the gun apart, put it back together. It was very soothing, handling the smooth metal parts. Of course, it wasn't as good as actually shooting the gun. She joined Buchse at the counter.

"Again?"

". . ." Buchse's silence said it all.

"That's the fifth time this week!"

"I'll wake up earlier tomorrow," Buchse said curtly.

"No you won't," Minen snapped. The silent marksman's eyebrows rose.

"You're already waking up at four in the morning! I don't even know when you sleep! You look like shit Buchse, you have circles under your eyes, haven't shaved in a good three days, and those clothes look like they've been slept in. Numerous times I might add."

He shrugged. She was right, of course. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd gotten a good night's sleep. Damn Tsaubern . . . The gun now lay completely dismantled before him. Without missing a beat, he started to put it back together.

Minen waited until he had reassembled the gun before handing him one of her pistols. He took the offered gun and they walked to the shooting line together.

BANGBANG – dingding

With each shot, Buchse pretended that he was aiming at Tsaubern's head. Each ding turned into a splat as the bullet scrambled the imaginary Tsaubern's brains.

BANGBANG – dingding

The guns empty, they stepped off the line. Buchse offered the pistol back to Minen.

"Better?" she queried.

". . . Much."

Whatcha think? There is more to this tale. Review please?