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Domon is scared and looking for answers, so he goes out on his own (AKA runs away like a normal guy and I know because I AM one) and eventually, he finds himself in the Guyana Highlands.
Chapter 1: Solitude
The pain filled him as he ran. Why he ran, and from what, he didn't know, except that he ran from her, Rain, his love. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, to return to her, but he couldn't, his body, and his mind, wouldn't let him. So he kept running. The pain grew worse as he though about what he had lost, his beloved Rain; why would she stay after he had run so quickly. He hoped with all his heart that she would forgive him-- follow him to wherever he was going-- but he knew she wouldn't. Eventually, he ended up in the Guyana Highlands, the place where he had trained with Master Asia and where he had learned to control his super-mode with the help of Schwartz, or actually his brother Kyoji. Why he had come back, he didn't know, but he stayed, and trained in the land that had already taught him so much.
Every day, as if a punishment to himself for what he had done to Rain, the pain he had caused her, he caused himself pain, physical anguish, by constantly pushing his body beyond its limit. Constantly he bruised himself, cut himself, tore and pulled his muscles, ligaments, and tendons, and broke his bones. He would then set his broken bones in a splint, wrap his torn muscles and ligaments securely, bandage his cuts, and continue training with the same ferocity, ignoring. no. welcoming the pain that it caused. However, the pain was about to grow. During his training, a thought came to him: what if Rain had found someone else? Pain tore his soul to shreds and his mind was lost in a red miasma of fury, fury at himself. With lightning speed, his fist shot out and, with a sound resembling a peal of thunder, shot through the trunk of a tree in a rain of splinters. How long he had spent trying to take a rusted sword through the trunk of a tree the last time he was in the Guyana Highlands, and now, in a flash of rage, he had put his fist through a tree of greater width. Domon looked at his hand. Crimson blood was pouring from the wound, but it was his shredded soul, not his shredded hand, that brought forth the salty tears that bit his wounds, but he ignored the pain, and his tears, and continued to train, bandaging his hand with a strip of fabric from his shirt.
Every day he came back to that tree. While he was gone the cracks had widened and the tree had fallen. This whole thing was wrong. Even Schwartz had told him that to use his super-mode in rage would ensure a loss. Now he had done the same thing. His rage had brought him power, but it was power without focus. Schwartz had taught him to learn to control the super-mode with focus, his putting that rusted sword through the tree was a symbol of that training. Now, without focus, he had put his fist through a tree, a larger one. In his loss of Rain he had reverted to that emotional, weak fighter who wasn't worthy of the crest of the King of Hearts. Now he had defiled that crest and shredded the hand on which it was embedded. He had lost a part of himself. He needed Rain. But he needed to be able to get along without her-- to get along on his own, no Rain, no Master Asia, no Schwartz. He didn't need anyone, and he would prove it, he would become stronger on his own, he would win the next Gundam fight, he would beat the Shuffle Alliance. All of them were unnecessary, all of them could just leave him alone. He needed no one!
By the way, does anyone have a good reason for Domon to run. If you think of one, please put it in your review.
Domon is scared and looking for answers, so he goes out on his own (AKA runs away like a normal guy and I know because I AM one) and eventually, he finds himself in the Guyana Highlands.
Chapter 1: Solitude
The pain filled him as he ran. Why he ran, and from what, he didn't know, except that he ran from her, Rain, his love. He wanted nothing more than to turn around, to return to her, but he couldn't, his body, and his mind, wouldn't let him. So he kept running. The pain grew worse as he though about what he had lost, his beloved Rain; why would she stay after he had run so quickly. He hoped with all his heart that she would forgive him-- follow him to wherever he was going-- but he knew she wouldn't. Eventually, he ended up in the Guyana Highlands, the place where he had trained with Master Asia and where he had learned to control his super-mode with the help of Schwartz, or actually his brother Kyoji. Why he had come back, he didn't know, but he stayed, and trained in the land that had already taught him so much.
Every day, as if a punishment to himself for what he had done to Rain, the pain he had caused her, he caused himself pain, physical anguish, by constantly pushing his body beyond its limit. Constantly he bruised himself, cut himself, tore and pulled his muscles, ligaments, and tendons, and broke his bones. He would then set his broken bones in a splint, wrap his torn muscles and ligaments securely, bandage his cuts, and continue training with the same ferocity, ignoring. no. welcoming the pain that it caused. However, the pain was about to grow. During his training, a thought came to him: what if Rain had found someone else? Pain tore his soul to shreds and his mind was lost in a red miasma of fury, fury at himself. With lightning speed, his fist shot out and, with a sound resembling a peal of thunder, shot through the trunk of a tree in a rain of splinters. How long he had spent trying to take a rusted sword through the trunk of a tree the last time he was in the Guyana Highlands, and now, in a flash of rage, he had put his fist through a tree of greater width. Domon looked at his hand. Crimson blood was pouring from the wound, but it was his shredded soul, not his shredded hand, that brought forth the salty tears that bit his wounds, but he ignored the pain, and his tears, and continued to train, bandaging his hand with a strip of fabric from his shirt.
Every day he came back to that tree. While he was gone the cracks had widened and the tree had fallen. This whole thing was wrong. Even Schwartz had told him that to use his super-mode in rage would ensure a loss. Now he had done the same thing. His rage had brought him power, but it was power without focus. Schwartz had taught him to learn to control the super-mode with focus, his putting that rusted sword through the tree was a symbol of that training. Now, without focus, he had put his fist through a tree, a larger one. In his loss of Rain he had reverted to that emotional, weak fighter who wasn't worthy of the crest of the King of Hearts. Now he had defiled that crest and shredded the hand on which it was embedded. He had lost a part of himself. He needed Rain. But he needed to be able to get along without her-- to get along on his own, no Rain, no Master Asia, no Schwartz. He didn't need anyone, and he would prove it, he would become stronger on his own, he would win the next Gundam fight, he would beat the Shuffle Alliance. All of them were unnecessary, all of them could just leave him alone. He needed no one!
By the way, does anyone have a good reason for Domon to run. If you think of one, please put it in your review.