At first, Bana hated his wheel. It was a symbol of all he had lost. The mighty guild leader of the Argentum Trade Guild, reduced to manual labour like a servant?! The constant turned of the cursed wheel only served as a reminder of his lowly position, endlessly running and running in circles, unable to break out of this cycle and return to his former glory.
However, all things changed when he returned.
Bana's first instinct when the door suddenly burst open and Rex the slavager walked in, so proud and cocky, was to immediately stop running and launch himself at the ungrateful traitor. However, particularly out of exhaustion and particularly because the wheel had reached a speed that made him unable to perform such a speedy halt, the disgraced former chairman was forced to endure the company of Rex and his cohorts as they attempted to interrogate him about the context of his special-super-secret-giga-nopon treasure chest. Even when faced with such torture, the mighty Bana refused to yield, his Nopon pride still alive within his beating heart.
But then, almost out of the blue, the tall, eye-patch Tantalise prince (Beak? Freak?) mentioned how cool Bana looked on his wheel. The gears in Bana's head turning, he looked down at himself. It was true! Bana did look cool! His already-chiseled Nopon body had become impossibly more attractive, and his constant battle against the wheel was clearly a sign of his incredible, manly determination. And to think... this was because of the wheel. So, when they had the gall to threaten to take away his precious tool, Bana had no choice but to reveal his secrets, if only to show his gratitude to his new companion.
Once they had left, Bana suddenly saw the wheel in a different light. Rather than being an instrument of torture and a symbol of his fallen grace, the wheel was all of a sudden a beacon of change and beauty, that had bestowed it's charms on the already glorious Bana. As time progressed, and as Bana and his wheel got to know one another, he realized that the circle he'd hated for so long was but a kindred spirit; a beautiful, unappreciated soul that had been cast out and neglected by inferiors, with only a fellow adonis to rely on for support.
Over the days, the two comrades grew closer and closer. Bana started to request shorter and shorter breaks, so as to not miss out quality time with his wheel. It eventually got to the point where Bana would no longer have any breaks, instead just passing out after a few hours of running to have food and water shoveled into his mouth. At first, Niranira attempted to put an end to Bana's displays of affection by forcing breaks and having others run the wheel in his place. However, after fifteen successful prison breaks to return to his wheel and fifteen counts of bodily harm towards his replacements, Bana was soon allowed full, unadulterated access to his wheel.
None would come between them now.
His breath heavily, Bana continued his never-ending sprint, the wheel lovingly running around him to match his movements, perfectly in sync. They had a perfect synergy, even more so than a driver and his blade, the bonds that held them together stronger than anything on Alrest. No mortal... no... None period could ever come close to having such a beautiful, close relationship, not the likes of the Architect having knowledge of such awe inspiring bonds between a Nopon and his wheel.
None could ever truly know the depths of compassion, of friendship, of passion, that passed between Bana...
... And his beloved wheel.
A/N
I have absolutely no idea why I wrote this, but I did. And I feel somewhat ashamed. I'll just end this before it gets any more disturbing.