Tainted Tears
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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7
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1
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[ INTERLUDE ] Tainted Tears - Flight #3 � The past.
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If you like my fanfiction, check out also my artwork at my website! ^_^/
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Flight #3 – The past. (Interlude).
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The young body slammed against the ground with a noise much louder than something so slender should be expected to make.
Despite the ringing in his ears due to the shock and the taste of blood mixed with sand, the trainee didn\'t take more than a fraction of second to regain his senses and rush to get up.
He knew better than remaining in the ground, even for a second.
This might be just one more sparring match in the Sanctuary training grounds for everybody else, but for his master and him it was a death match in a battlefield, and the boy had long ago learned that if he wanted to live to see another dawn, staying down was not an option.
And as he expected, the boy barely had the time to jump to the side to avoid his master\'s next attack, before he even finished standing up.
Another quick leap and he put a few meters between the Gemini saint and him, in an attempt to prepare himself to retaliate.
He had been getting faster and faster with the years. Before, the second blow would probably have sent him crashing into the rocky walls, or directly into oblivion.
Then again, the latter might actually have been a better solution, considering that the gold saint would only stop hitting his apprentice when the boy fell unconscious. But the trainee suspected that soon or later, his master would abandon that last form of magnanimity, and fainting during a fight might end up costing him his life if he wasn’t careful enough.
Spitting a mix of saliva, blood and sand from his previous falls on the ground, the boy went back into a fighting stance and flared up his cosmo. A “normal” trainee of his age would not even have begun his advanced cosmo training yet, much less be able to use the cosmo in a battle, but there was a whole world between the bronze and silver trainees and the gold ones.
Power surged through his body, bringing a renewed confidence in his abilities. Today, things would be different. Today, he might have a chance, if not of victory, then at least of landing a serious blow on the Gemini saint.
But in the moment that thought brought a smile to his youthful features, his master disappeared into thin air in front of him.
Shit. That was all that the boy could think before his mind blanked out under the effect of the pain when the attack connected, golden cosmo sparkling all around him.
Eyes wide, unable to voice any sound because of the shock, the boy felt himself spin in mid-air, his lithe body no more heavy than a leaf in the wind, facing his master’s power.
The Gemini saint was now over him, burying the boy’s face into the sandy ground while painfully twisting his arm behind his back.
“I saw your little smile. Did you think you had a chance?! Confidence is for those who can afford it, boy!!” – The gold saint’s voice had lost part of its usual cold tone, replaced now by a tinge of anger.
“I’m sorry, master!! I’m sorry!!” – A momentary panic filled the trainee. For a moment during the fight, he had thought that that was really his master’s normal speed, but clearly, the gold saint had been toning it down to remain at a level that his disciple could follow.
The boy’s apologies were quickly converted into a choked cry when he realized his master wasn’t going to relinquish his hold on the thin arm, and the bone snapped broken with a sickening sound that echoed inside the young trainee’s mind as he tried – and failed – to refrain from crying out.
Falling to his knees on the ground, the boy clutched his injured arm to his chest with a grunt of pain, his eyes shut and teeth clenched tightly in an attempt to bring the pain under control.
To his utter confusion, his master didn’t declare the session closed with that, and his next attack took the boy completely by surprise, sending him flying to crash into the closest boulder.
Blood running down his face and chin, the trainee staggered back up with a look of incomprehension in his eyes.
“Ma…Master, why can’t we stop now?! I can’t fight with a broken arm!” – More than a question, it was a desperate plea. The boy knew he couldn’t stand more than a few seconds against his master in this condition.
But the Gemini saint’s answer came swiftly, along with a blow at light speed that tore a crater into the ground and sent rocks and gravel flying all around them and missed his apprentice by a few inches as he avoided the impact with difficulty.
“Do you really think that an enemy would stop fighting just because you’re wounded?! If you’re stupid and weak enough to allow that to happen, you have only yourself to blame, and shouldn’t be surprised when your enemy kills you!” – Anger filled the Gemini saint at his apprentice’s question, and he let it show in his voice, just before purposefully raising his speed to strike again in a more vicious manner.
Surprisingly, the boy managed to avoid being hit in the last minute, adrenaline pumping into his system and enhancing his every movement. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed about to jump out of the boy’s mouth, and all his senses were now heightened by the fear, but he was still tiring out faster and faster.
“You will become the most powerful saint of your generation or you will die. There is no other way out… choose your fate, boy!” – As he let out this ultimatum, the gold saint increased even further his speed, making it impossible for the trainee to go on evading the blows.
In a moment of sheer lucidity, the boy realized that his only chance of survival was to fight back, and fight back with all that he had, broken arm or not.
Utter pain followed that same day, and the next, and so on for years. But in the end, he survived. He outlived his master, and became exactly what the older man had wanted to forge him into. A perfect saint, a lethal weapon in the shape of a man, at the command of Athena…
A crystal clear child’s voice brought Leon back from his reverie, and at first he stared at his own disciple’s face with surprise, for he had been completely lost in memory.
Oh yes… this was Saga, one of the twins he had recently rescued and made into his apprentices. The boy was asking him something about the warm-up exercises he had given his brother and him to do.
Their master’s silence unsettled the two boys, and they were now fidgeting uneasily, the younger one, Kanon, standing just behind his brother surveying the situation with the characteristic watchful gaze he always sported whenever Saga got close to the gold saint.
Leon couldn’t help but smile, and answered their question in a reassuring tone, sending them back to their exercises.
The gold saint run his hand up the arm that his master broke almost 25 years ago, and a bitter smile came to his lips.
Raising a gentle look to the two children sparring in front of him, he swore to himself that no matter what he had to do to succeed in his task of raising them into powerful saints, he would do all that he could to avoid ever having to resort to the brutality that his master constantly used with him.
And he would give them all the love he never had as a child.
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[End of the flight/Interlude]
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Sagakure, June 17th
Notes : I think I mentioned it somewhere a while ago, but I had thought of writing different interludes for Tainted Tears with the word \"flight\" instead of \"interludes\", (and \"drops\" for the normal chapters).
Flight #1 and flight #2 are in the preview for the fic, and this one is the third -and much longer - one, this time about Leon\'s past.
I\'ll be writing more of the normal story as soon as I find some time, lately I\'ve been too busy. ^^;
Soon we\'ll see the twins starting to live at the Gemini temple and try to adapt to life in the Sanctuary. ^_^/
If you like my fanfiction, check out also my artwork at my website! ^_^/
http://tokyo.cool.ne.jp/sagakure/index.html
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Tainted Tears.
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Flight #3 – The past. (Interlude).
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The young body slammed against the ground with a noise much louder than something so slender should be expected to make.
Despite the ringing in his ears due to the shock and the taste of blood mixed with sand, the trainee didn\'t take more than a fraction of second to regain his senses and rush to get up.
He knew better than remaining in the ground, even for a second.
This might be just one more sparring match in the Sanctuary training grounds for everybody else, but for his master and him it was a death match in a battlefield, and the boy had long ago learned that if he wanted to live to see another dawn, staying down was not an option.
And as he expected, the boy barely had the time to jump to the side to avoid his master\'s next attack, before he even finished standing up.
Another quick leap and he put a few meters between the Gemini saint and him, in an attempt to prepare himself to retaliate.
He had been getting faster and faster with the years. Before, the second blow would probably have sent him crashing into the rocky walls, or directly into oblivion.
Then again, the latter might actually have been a better solution, considering that the gold saint would only stop hitting his apprentice when the boy fell unconscious. But the trainee suspected that soon or later, his master would abandon that last form of magnanimity, and fainting during a fight might end up costing him his life if he wasn’t careful enough.
Spitting a mix of saliva, blood and sand from his previous falls on the ground, the boy went back into a fighting stance and flared up his cosmo. A “normal” trainee of his age would not even have begun his advanced cosmo training yet, much less be able to use the cosmo in a battle, but there was a whole world between the bronze and silver trainees and the gold ones.
Power surged through his body, bringing a renewed confidence in his abilities. Today, things would be different. Today, he might have a chance, if not of victory, then at least of landing a serious blow on the Gemini saint.
But in the moment that thought brought a smile to his youthful features, his master disappeared into thin air in front of him.
Shit. That was all that the boy could think before his mind blanked out under the effect of the pain when the attack connected, golden cosmo sparkling all around him.
Eyes wide, unable to voice any sound because of the shock, the boy felt himself spin in mid-air, his lithe body no more heavy than a leaf in the wind, facing his master’s power.
The Gemini saint was now over him, burying the boy’s face into the sandy ground while painfully twisting his arm behind his back.
“I saw your little smile. Did you think you had a chance?! Confidence is for those who can afford it, boy!!” – The gold saint’s voice had lost part of its usual cold tone, replaced now by a tinge of anger.
“I’m sorry, master!! I’m sorry!!” – A momentary panic filled the trainee. For a moment during the fight, he had thought that that was really his master’s normal speed, but clearly, the gold saint had been toning it down to remain at a level that his disciple could follow.
The boy’s apologies were quickly converted into a choked cry when he realized his master wasn’t going to relinquish his hold on the thin arm, and the bone snapped broken with a sickening sound that echoed inside the young trainee’s mind as he tried – and failed – to refrain from crying out.
Falling to his knees on the ground, the boy clutched his injured arm to his chest with a grunt of pain, his eyes shut and teeth clenched tightly in an attempt to bring the pain under control.
To his utter confusion, his master didn’t declare the session closed with that, and his next attack took the boy completely by surprise, sending him flying to crash into the closest boulder.
Blood running down his face and chin, the trainee staggered back up with a look of incomprehension in his eyes.
“Ma…Master, why can’t we stop now?! I can’t fight with a broken arm!” – More than a question, it was a desperate plea. The boy knew he couldn’t stand more than a few seconds against his master in this condition.
But the Gemini saint’s answer came swiftly, along with a blow at light speed that tore a crater into the ground and sent rocks and gravel flying all around them and missed his apprentice by a few inches as he avoided the impact with difficulty.
“Do you really think that an enemy would stop fighting just because you’re wounded?! If you’re stupid and weak enough to allow that to happen, you have only yourself to blame, and shouldn’t be surprised when your enemy kills you!” – Anger filled the Gemini saint at his apprentice’s question, and he let it show in his voice, just before purposefully raising his speed to strike again in a more vicious manner.
Surprisingly, the boy managed to avoid being hit in the last minute, adrenaline pumping into his system and enhancing his every movement. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed about to jump out of the boy’s mouth, and all his senses were now heightened by the fear, but he was still tiring out faster and faster.
“You will become the most powerful saint of your generation or you will die. There is no other way out… choose your fate, boy!” – As he let out this ultimatum, the gold saint increased even further his speed, making it impossible for the trainee to go on evading the blows.
In a moment of sheer lucidity, the boy realized that his only chance of survival was to fight back, and fight back with all that he had, broken arm or not.
Utter pain followed that same day, and the next, and so on for years. But in the end, he survived. He outlived his master, and became exactly what the older man had wanted to forge him into. A perfect saint, a lethal weapon in the shape of a man, at the command of Athena…
A crystal clear child’s voice brought Leon back from his reverie, and at first he stared at his own disciple’s face with surprise, for he had been completely lost in memory.
Oh yes… this was Saga, one of the twins he had recently rescued and made into his apprentices. The boy was asking him something about the warm-up exercises he had given his brother and him to do.
Their master’s silence unsettled the two boys, and they were now fidgeting uneasily, the younger one, Kanon, standing just behind his brother surveying the situation with the characteristic watchful gaze he always sported whenever Saga got close to the gold saint.
Leon couldn’t help but smile, and answered their question in a reassuring tone, sending them back to their exercises.
The gold saint run his hand up the arm that his master broke almost 25 years ago, and a bitter smile came to his lips.
Raising a gentle look to the two children sparring in front of him, he swore to himself that no matter what he had to do to succeed in his task of raising them into powerful saints, he would do all that he could to avoid ever having to resort to the brutality that his master constantly used with him.
And he would give them all the love he never had as a child.
**********
[End of the flight/Interlude]
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Sagakure, June 17th
Notes : I think I mentioned it somewhere a while ago, but I had thought of writing different interludes for Tainted Tears with the word \"flight\" instead of \"interludes\", (and \"drops\" for the normal chapters).
Flight #1 and flight #2 are in the preview for the fic, and this one is the third -and much longer - one, this time about Leon\'s past.
I\'ll be writing more of the normal story as soon as I find some time, lately I\'ve been too busy. ^^;
Soon we\'ll see the twins starting to live at the Gemini temple and try to adapt to life in the Sanctuary. ^_^/