And hello everyone! It's me Dios! And here's another chapter to Counterpart!
Segador: And the other part of the prologue...
Socalo: Shut it and get back to training! *Kicks Segador into a large level 2 akuma*
Segador: DAMN YOU MASTER!
Socalo: *Ignores Segador* So get on with the next part of the prologue!
Sheesh calm down!
Tikal: *Flies in and bites Socalo's ear.*
Socalo: Alright I'll do the disclaimer. DiosSegador doesn't own D. Gray man or it's associative characters. They belong to Katsura Hoshino.He only owns Segador and Tikal. Now on with the story!
Socalo: Also Tikal is bothering me again so I'd like to thank our first follower, MusicOfMadness.
Warning: This chapter contains some light swearing. Hell, bitch, and bastard are some of the words.
6 years ago...
For four years Segador has endured the training Winters Socalo had put him through. And frankly, Segador thought he was in hell. By now Segador was around 10 years old, but only reached up to Socalo's waist. Also his white hair had grown. Although it wasn't long enough to cover his face from weak eyes. So Winter's Socalo gave him some bandages to cover his face, so the two wouldn't be chased out of town. Socalo also bought Segador black trousers, black steel boots, a black undershirt, and a black hooded trench coat to cover his white hair and bandaged face from prying eyes. Even though most of the time the two traveled through the back country. However that was the extent of Winters Socalo's kindness.
It started with the training. In the morning Socalo would wake Segador up by pouring cold water onto the boy to wake him up. When his eyes opened Socalo would pull him out of whatever he was using to keep warm and make the boy do push ups. Did I mention Socalo kept at least heavy steel boot on Segador back and was insulting him while he was doing the push ups. Then when Segador did a number of push ups Socalo deemed exceptionable (around 50+ or so) they would eat breakfast. Or more often hunt for breakfast, because most of the time the two hiked through the back country.
For Segador the meals General Socalo provided were the only highlights of his day. Knowing that Segador was a parasite type exorcist Socalo would make sure that he had ample amounts of food ready for the boy. Although while he was eating Socalo would frequently comment how Segador's eating habits mimicked those of a pig.
Then after Segador would stop eating he and Socalo would train some more. Seeing as Segador let his innocence control him while he was fighting with Socalo before, Socalo had to test if Segador could invocate his innocence. After several hundred insults, some terrifying near death experience, and Socalo threatening Segador with a ghost chili.
After Segador invocated his innocence Socalo would then fight Segador. Bare hands against bone claws. And Segador would usually lose against Socalo bare hands. At first Segador was surprised, but then realized that even though Socalo loved using his "Madness", the name of his innocence blade, he was still formidable. It wasn't until one night when they were staying in a town that Segador realized how strong his master was.
One time while on the rare occurrences Segador and Socalo were staying in a town, Socalo decided to head to the local bar. Seeing as Segador couldn't really go anywhere without his master he decided to follow him. When the two entered the bar, all types of socialization stopped. Beer buddies stopped laughing, men stopped flirting with the wenches, and miner's stopped shuffling their cards. Socalo and Segador wasn't bothered by the slightest. So he and his apprentice just calmly walked right up to the bar stool and took a seat.
The bar maiden, a young twenty something-ish women asked what they wanted to drink.
"Whiskey." Socalo growled.
"Milk." Segador said timidly, still not used to talking to strangers. It didn't help his confidence that when he requested his drink, all the men in the bar laughed, while all the women awed at his timidness. Segador was both ashamed and flustered, so he decided to keep his mouth shut. When he looked up at his master, Socalo's pure white eye's didn't show any emotion. Although his neck flicked out of mouth a few times. When the bar maid gave the two their drinks Socalo drank his in one draft and asked for another one, while Segador quietly sipped his milk.
For the first few minutes it was a bit peaceful, that was until a miner swung his hand into Segador, and Segador's milk had spilled over on a large beefy looking man he was sitting right next to. At first the man's eyes were wider then dinner plates, then they narrowed to an angry glare. In a flash the man's hands had grabbed Segador by the scruff of his shirt and held him high.
"What the hell boy!" The man yelled shaking Segador back and forth. Segador was confused. He had only ever fought something with his feet planted on the ground, being held up in the air by a man hands made him blank out and he began to panic. He looked to Socalo who was watching this with curiosity. Not making a move to help.
"Well boy! Are you gonna say something, or am I going to have to make you talk?!" The man yelled shaking Segador even faster. By now, Segador began to feel very queasy but he was able to talk.
"I-I'm s-sorry." Segador stuttered hoping the man would stop shaking him. The man did stop shaking him, but only for a bit before he began to shake Segador with even more power.
"SORRY! SORRY! YOU LITTLE BASTARD! YOU SPILLED YOUR DAMD DRINK ALL OVER ME! FOR THAT YOU'RE GOING TO PAY YOU LITTLE BASTARD!" The man yelled then pulled his fist back. Segador turned his head and used his hands to cover his face while he was waiting for the blow. It never came, so Segador began to slowly look back at the man. He was surprised to see his master behind the man, holding his fist back with a very toothy grin.
"I didn't just see you nearly hit my apprentice did I?" Socalo said his head twitching. The man just gave Segador's master a disgusted look.
"Yeah what about it freak? This little bitch your apprentice?! Then you better teach him some manners." The man said disdainfully. At each remark Socalo heard his head and tongue twitched.
"Well then." Socalo started his head twitching faster. "Has anyone every told you that you shouldn't insult someone when they have you restrained." Socalo said. Then his hand tensed slightly and a loud crack echoed within the bar. The man let out a cry of pain as he felt the bones of his arm break. He dropped Segador, who ran to the nearest corner and hid, and used his other hand to hold the dangling pieces of his arm in place.
"You bastard!" He yelled, but was silenced when Socalo slammed his head onto the bar table knocking him out.
"Boss!" A group of men yelled and ran over to their fallen leader. Then they all glared angrily at Socalo. They all immediately pulled out knives, or grabbed bottles nearest to them and broke them in half leaving jagged edges.
"We'll kill you!" One of them yelled.
"Bring it on assholes! I'll take you all on at once!" He yelled his tongue rolling out insanely. All the men charged, and in a blink of an eye, were all strewn across the floor moaning in pain. Some had broken bones, others had massive bumps on their faces and eyes, while a few of them had their knives or make shift weapons lodged in their legs or arms. Tikal apparently had joined the fray and was now chewing on the ear of one of the unconscious men. However Socalo was simply drinking another whiskey and asking the bar maid for another. That's when Segador knew never to mess with master.
And now I'm done. Woo that was tiring.
Socalo: What are you doing?! Finish the prologue already!? I'm getting bored training this mishap.
Segador: Hey screw you master!
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Socalo: If not I'll cut you in half!
Stop threatening the readers!
Segador: Anyway see you guys next chapter/ last part of the prologue.
Also sorry if this chapter seems shorter, I just wanted to show why someone shouldn't mess with Socalo's apprentice.
Socalo: No should mess with me in general. *Holds up Madness* Unless they want to be slice in half that is, then I'll happily oblige.
Segador: Anyway. Review or whatever!