Averon – I really need to learn to finish stories.... Well this one is based
off a song, but it's not a songfic. Hope you like!! mutters Hope I
finish it..... I've got problems...
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The Fight
He was normal. Well, as normal as any boy with a bad temper in The House could be. He had been sent to The House of the Rising Sun at a very young age by his family in hopes he would be the next one chosen to find 'the answer' when the black bell rang again. Follow me? I suppose not... Let me explain a little bit.
The House of the Rising Sun is a temple outside the city of light, where the royal family presided. As legend had it, there was a giant black bell hidden in the palace that rang whenever the heir to the throne was false, or the kingdom was in trouble, or someone had been assassinated and they needed to find out who killed him, and various other reasons that I don't feel like listing. Farfetched? It gets stranger. It was also said that when the bell rang, only a few people heard it, the royal family and the Chosen One. The Chosen One was supposed to be a boy who was a novice in The House of the Rising Sun. There was more to it, something that the Chosen One was destined to do after finding the answer in some far off place, but no one could remember it. Strange legend, yes, but the majority of the people believed it and tended to send troublesome boys to The House in hopes that they would make the family proud one day and solve some vague mystery for king (or queen) and country. Most families regretted their actions and brought their son's home, but some didn't
Well, such was the fate of one young man. He had black hair with a rather incredible white star-burst in it. He was short and an excellent fighter. He was a novice, but as one of the fighting priests, not the kind that did ceremonies for the people. You know, the kind that usually quit the priesthood and became bodyguards or assassins for the throne? Oh yeah, and his name was Hiei. He was quite talented with a sword, the best in his class in fact, but he didn't have any friends. He figured that if his own family didn't want him around, who would? (Poor baby...) Any way, let us join our friend as he does his chores and see if he beats up any of the fools who mock him about his height, shall we?
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Hiei walked up the stairs with a bucket of water, just like he did every day, so he could wash the windows in the attic. The only reason it was his job was because he was the only boy old enough (and short enough) to trust in the attic without having to stoop. He hated this place and the stupid chores and the stupid rules and the stupid novices and the stupid teachers... Actually, the only thing he really liked was that he got to learn sword work....
"Hey, Hiei." A taller boy at the top of the stairs sneered. (No, he wasn't in the attic, he was on the floor right below it) "How's it feel to be the only boy of age who has to do work in the attic?"
"Hn." Hiei grunted and thought, 'This place would have a lot fewer problems if all the kids sent here weren't trouble makers.... I wonder if any of the priest's noticed that and that's why they ask volunteers to teach us...' He reached the top of the stairs and stood staring up at the other boy (we'll call him Ginden) waiting for him to move. Ginden smirked.
"Aren't you going to ask me to move? The masters are always getting on to you about your manners, so I think I'll help you practice them. I won't move until you ask me nicely." Ginden's smirk had turned into a grin as Hiei's anger rose, though not enough to cloud his judgment. For once the bully's pals weren't surrounding him and Hiei planned to take advantage of the situation.
"Hn. Why should I? It's obvious that you lack the manners to move out of the way of someone carrying something, so I won't ask you to do anything. I'd rather force you anyway." Hiei had set the bucket on the stair while saying this and as he finished his speech lunged at the other boy, knocking Ginden's feet out from under him and causing the taller boy to scream like a girl. Of course, teachers came swarming out of the doors on the floor and witnessed Hiei beating the living daylights out of the asshole. They attempted (yes, attempted) to pull Hiei off his victim, but failed miserably. Hiei had always been a fighter, and the training had merely made him stronger. No one could keep him from doing what he damned well pleased with the boy. Well, no one he didn't respect that is.
One of the teachers nearest the stairs had the presence of mind to go fetch the arms master (knocking the blasted bucket over in the process, making the steps nice and slick). In a matter of minutes the man was seen running across the temple grounds towards the uproar in the novice dorms. The arms master charged up the stairs, slipping quite a few times, and upon coming to the landing shouted the name of his best pupil, finally catching the enraged boy's attention.
"Hiei! What the hell are you doing?!" Hiei's head jerked up from watching his fists slam into the imbeciles face and he pinned Ginden to the ground so he wouldn't get hit as the older man addressed him. "What makes you think that just because he's not as good a fighter as you, you have the right to beat him up?" The man asked, eyes glowing slightly with anger.
"Hn. He started it." Hiei replied and turned his attention to his trapped prey. He punched the boy in the stomach so he doubled over on the ground, gasping for breath. He stood up and looked at the ground rather then his masters face and prepared to be dressed down. Instead, the man surprised him.
"Come here." The arms master (now called Avir) grabbing the short boy's arm and dragging him down the stairs. He dragged our friend all the way to the sale before saying anything then let him go. "Why?" He asked calmly, but the look in his eye said he was hurt by Hiei's behavior.
"He wouldn't move." The boy said quietly, looking at his shoes, "He was mocking me, standing at the top of the stairs and he wouldn't move."
"I know that he tries his damnedest to make your life hell, kid. But you got to try to keep your temper! I can't always protect you. And don't even try to say I don't." He cut of Hiei as he opened his mouth angrily to protest, "If it wasn't me you had to deal with it would be one of those stuck up priests and they'd try to throw you on the streets. You know your family won't take you back. What do you have to say to that? And yeah, I have to punish you. If I don't, someone else will and you won't like the punishment as much." Hiei's ears seemed to perk at that and he looked at his master in a calculating sort of way.
"Then what's my punishment?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.
"I'm going to make you sleep in the salle for a month; forbid you to go near the dorms or even near the boy you beat bloody, and run rudimentary sword classes. How's that sound?" Avir watched the boy's reaction, knowing full well that the only thing on the list anywhere near a true punishment was having to teach the class. It meant he had to talk, which Hiei was frankly not fond of.
"Deal." Hiei said, his eyes lit up at the treat. Yeah, the class would be a pain, but it was worth getting to escape those bastards. Hell, if he was forbidden from the dorms, he didn't even have to do chores!
"Then it starts immediately. You eat here, you sleep here, your other lessons are brought to you here, and you teach the lowest sword class." Avir said, shaking the boy's hand. This was going to be one of the better months in the poor lad's life and he knew it. So much for punishment....
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The Fight
He was normal. Well, as normal as any boy with a bad temper in The House could be. He had been sent to The House of the Rising Sun at a very young age by his family in hopes he would be the next one chosen to find 'the answer' when the black bell rang again. Follow me? I suppose not... Let me explain a little bit.
The House of the Rising Sun is a temple outside the city of light, where the royal family presided. As legend had it, there was a giant black bell hidden in the palace that rang whenever the heir to the throne was false, or the kingdom was in trouble, or someone had been assassinated and they needed to find out who killed him, and various other reasons that I don't feel like listing. Farfetched? It gets stranger. It was also said that when the bell rang, only a few people heard it, the royal family and the Chosen One. The Chosen One was supposed to be a boy who was a novice in The House of the Rising Sun. There was more to it, something that the Chosen One was destined to do after finding the answer in some far off place, but no one could remember it. Strange legend, yes, but the majority of the people believed it and tended to send troublesome boys to The House in hopes that they would make the family proud one day and solve some vague mystery for king (or queen) and country. Most families regretted their actions and brought their son's home, but some didn't
Well, such was the fate of one young man. He had black hair with a rather incredible white star-burst in it. He was short and an excellent fighter. He was a novice, but as one of the fighting priests, not the kind that did ceremonies for the people. You know, the kind that usually quit the priesthood and became bodyguards or assassins for the throne? Oh yeah, and his name was Hiei. He was quite talented with a sword, the best in his class in fact, but he didn't have any friends. He figured that if his own family didn't want him around, who would? (Poor baby...) Any way, let us join our friend as he does his chores and see if he beats up any of the fools who mock him about his height, shall we?
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Hiei walked up the stairs with a bucket of water, just like he did every day, so he could wash the windows in the attic. The only reason it was his job was because he was the only boy old enough (and short enough) to trust in the attic without having to stoop. He hated this place and the stupid chores and the stupid rules and the stupid novices and the stupid teachers... Actually, the only thing he really liked was that he got to learn sword work....
"Hey, Hiei." A taller boy at the top of the stairs sneered. (No, he wasn't in the attic, he was on the floor right below it) "How's it feel to be the only boy of age who has to do work in the attic?"
"Hn." Hiei grunted and thought, 'This place would have a lot fewer problems if all the kids sent here weren't trouble makers.... I wonder if any of the priest's noticed that and that's why they ask volunteers to teach us...' He reached the top of the stairs and stood staring up at the other boy (we'll call him Ginden) waiting for him to move. Ginden smirked.
"Aren't you going to ask me to move? The masters are always getting on to you about your manners, so I think I'll help you practice them. I won't move until you ask me nicely." Ginden's smirk had turned into a grin as Hiei's anger rose, though not enough to cloud his judgment. For once the bully's pals weren't surrounding him and Hiei planned to take advantage of the situation.
"Hn. Why should I? It's obvious that you lack the manners to move out of the way of someone carrying something, so I won't ask you to do anything. I'd rather force you anyway." Hiei had set the bucket on the stair while saying this and as he finished his speech lunged at the other boy, knocking Ginden's feet out from under him and causing the taller boy to scream like a girl. Of course, teachers came swarming out of the doors on the floor and witnessed Hiei beating the living daylights out of the asshole. They attempted (yes, attempted) to pull Hiei off his victim, but failed miserably. Hiei had always been a fighter, and the training had merely made him stronger. No one could keep him from doing what he damned well pleased with the boy. Well, no one he didn't respect that is.
One of the teachers nearest the stairs had the presence of mind to go fetch the arms master (knocking the blasted bucket over in the process, making the steps nice and slick). In a matter of minutes the man was seen running across the temple grounds towards the uproar in the novice dorms. The arms master charged up the stairs, slipping quite a few times, and upon coming to the landing shouted the name of his best pupil, finally catching the enraged boy's attention.
"Hiei! What the hell are you doing?!" Hiei's head jerked up from watching his fists slam into the imbeciles face and he pinned Ginden to the ground so he wouldn't get hit as the older man addressed him. "What makes you think that just because he's not as good a fighter as you, you have the right to beat him up?" The man asked, eyes glowing slightly with anger.
"Hn. He started it." Hiei replied and turned his attention to his trapped prey. He punched the boy in the stomach so he doubled over on the ground, gasping for breath. He stood up and looked at the ground rather then his masters face and prepared to be dressed down. Instead, the man surprised him.
"Come here." The arms master (now called Avir) grabbing the short boy's arm and dragging him down the stairs. He dragged our friend all the way to the sale before saying anything then let him go. "Why?" He asked calmly, but the look in his eye said he was hurt by Hiei's behavior.
"He wouldn't move." The boy said quietly, looking at his shoes, "He was mocking me, standing at the top of the stairs and he wouldn't move."
"I know that he tries his damnedest to make your life hell, kid. But you got to try to keep your temper! I can't always protect you. And don't even try to say I don't." He cut of Hiei as he opened his mouth angrily to protest, "If it wasn't me you had to deal with it would be one of those stuck up priests and they'd try to throw you on the streets. You know your family won't take you back. What do you have to say to that? And yeah, I have to punish you. If I don't, someone else will and you won't like the punishment as much." Hiei's ears seemed to perk at that and he looked at his master in a calculating sort of way.
"Then what's my punishment?" he asked, tilting his head to one side.
"I'm going to make you sleep in the salle for a month; forbid you to go near the dorms or even near the boy you beat bloody, and run rudimentary sword classes. How's that sound?" Avir watched the boy's reaction, knowing full well that the only thing on the list anywhere near a true punishment was having to teach the class. It meant he had to talk, which Hiei was frankly not fond of.
"Deal." Hiei said, his eyes lit up at the treat. Yeah, the class would be a pain, but it was worth getting to escape those bastards. Hell, if he was forbidden from the dorms, he didn't even have to do chores!
"Then it starts immediately. You eat here, you sleep here, your other lessons are brought to you here, and you teach the lowest sword class." Avir said, shaking the boy's hand. This was going to be one of the better months in the poor lad's life and he knew it. So much for punishment....