Disclaimer: I do not own FY. Ah, to those who liked the previous story, I think this is a better story. Haha. Er, I decided to start of on how Nakago became who he is. Since, a lot of you prefer Nakago X Yui pairing, I decided to go start to how their love blooms.
He sat in the dark corner of his home, waiting and watching through the gaps of the metals bars. He watched the guards paced up and down sniggering at his hopelessness. Whispering and pointing at his scrawny built in disgust, they taunted him and left their leftover meals in his prison. They jeered at him in delight as if he was a jailed animal, punished terribly for being disobedient. How long…how long have I played the toy? How long have I played the servant? How long have I stayed here like a rotting corpse? How long more can my body and mind endure this? How long have I carried the burden of loneliness, sorrow, agony and terror? How many more years until the priestess choose to show up? Will I live to see and know her? If the priestess does appear, then why do I suffer? The thoughts drifted through his tiny confused mind, whispering and manipulating him. He thought and thought over and over again until these thoughts became a part of him. He cursed the weakness of his clan. He cursed the emperor who rendered him powerless and hopeless. He cursed his fate, his destiny. He cursed Seiryu, the God of War. He cursed himself to be chosen to fight for Seiryu. To worship the God who stripped him off happiness. He was one of the Seiryu stars, one of the constellations, one of the accursed celestial warriors. The only audience who ever cared for him was his only company, darkness. "Oh priestess, if you are indeed a living myth, come and rescue me from my living hell…" At first those words held hope but now…they held no meaning. He couldn't allow himself to believe those words. Those lies. "Oh what may rescue me from this horrible unending nightmare?" His mind wondered into the darkest abyss of his heart. Searching and finding, going through everything until his mind wondered the alleys of his tainted innocent brain. Rummaging through the mess, his mind continued deeper into the dark alleys of that tainted organ until he met the one absolute answer. The answer that his companions, darkness and hatred, had presented to him every time he asked the same question. The answer that taunted and mocked him; twisting and manipulating his innocent and fragile mind. Revenge. Revenge against the heaven that put him through hell. That answer kept reappearing until he embraced and welcomed it to his very being, into his heart. Now he was very sure the naïve boy, Ayuru, had died and in his place a man named Nakago was born.
Nakago, the soldier to be feared by all, would be the God and cast revenge against everything that had twisted him into the cold man he is now. Heaven would be the first to taste his wrath, that he was sure. He planned his plan, his every move, his every word, and his every gesture to perfect. He built icicles to protect his heart from feelings that would waver his determination for revenge. His dream. His goal. His wish. He built a fortress around his own mind, to shield his thoughts and plan from anyone who dared defy him. He would do all that was necessary. There was no need for over planning. Sacrifices and manipulation were the key elements in his plans to rule. Playing with the heart of the priestess would be done without reluctance if it meant his goal. His wish. His dream.
As he thought, a cold and evil smile played on his lips and his eyes mirrored a cruel and malicious delight. Yes, the day would arrive when I become God. That day would come when I lay waste to this pathetic world and create a world of my own. The heaven will be punished for the sufferings that it forced onto me. As he became twisted, he kept all of his sanity for he was sure, a small slip would mean a grave mistake. One at a time, one at a time, he crooned.
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