They went through a set of double doors at the end of the room full of fight rings. On the other side was a lift. It had one button on it pointing towards the ceiling. Harry pressed the button before placing his hands in his pockets and staring at the reflective metal.

"You did better than I expected" he told the younger boy not letting his eyes stray from the buttons above the lift which flashed as it descended to the ground floor.

"I did, I thought you said you had confidence in me?" Shun asked, not able to take the small smile from his face. As much as he hated to admit it he did like to be able to fight and know it was going to make a difference in his life. Before he had barely enough to get by, now though he could win a lot. He could help his mum.

"I did, but one can't be so confident in their fighter when they aren't confident in themselves. I will be honest, you did give me doubts on your capability when you started to doubt yourself so badly." He explained as he stepped forwards, the lift doors pulling apart and allowing the two inside. "But, I must say that that fight confirmed everything I believed about you. You're very impressive and have great potential. I can guarantee you that you'll be famous one day."

"I'm not interested in fame." He cut in coldly, his eyes kept trained on the floor. He wasn't too bothered about what he might see when walking through the building. All he was bothered about was making sure he won. And finding out what was so special about a gym. "All I care about is the money" he finished. Moving his eyes up momentarily as the doors slid shut and the lift started to move.

"Alright, you know if everyone hears you say that they'll think you're a cold bastard." Harry told him smirking slightly to himself.

"Let them think that, my reasons for this are my own." Shun answered not letting any of his emotions show. He cared nothing for what people thought of him, he had no friends, never had, never will. He didn't want them, what good did they do? Nothing but drag you down. He wasn't going to make any lifelong friends here so there was no point in him trying to not look like something. It didn't matter what they thought of him. Their opinions of him couldn't have been lower than his opinions of them.

"Shun, I have to ask something that may seem a little strange" he started waiting for the boy to turn to him. "Do you have any friends?" He asked making him stare at the older man slightly shocked.

"No, I don't. Not anymore, I haven't had one for years now. We stopped being friends five years ago" he answered telling the man more than he had meant to. He had meant only to say a few words but ended up confessing something he hadn't wanted to. Yes, he had had a friend once. And he never wanted another. His friend was the reason he had been kicked out of college. He was the reason his life consisted of nothing but fighting.

The older man sensed that the boy wouldn't want to divulge any more so didn't press for more information. Instead he decided to be grateful for hearing something about his past. The boy was secretive and he wasn't sure if he was being purposefully discreet or if it was an unconscious thing.

"We're here." The younger boy's voice cut through his thoughts making him jump slightly. He turned to him and followed out of the lift. He hadn't even realised they had arrived. The onyx haired boy was walking ahead of him and he had to run slightly to catch up with him.

"Shun, are you alright?" He asked looking the boy in the corner of his shining amber eyes. He looked like he was reflecting on something. What he wasn't sure.

"Yea, I'm fine, just thinking." He answered sighing, but in truth he wasn't fine. His mind was trapped in the past; he couldn't keep his mind off that old friend. The hot-headed brunette was his only friend, his first and last friend. He never wanted to be friends again with anyone. Friends only hurt you, they only made you feel depressed and that what you were trying to do did nothing in the long run.

He gritted his teeth clenching his fists as he did trying to supress the anger that was flowing through his veins. No, he was wrong, he was going to make a difference, he was going to change what the doctors thought. He was determined to do that, and to start he would have to win that money.

A hand landed on his shoulder and pulled him towards a door, he had been so engrossed in his thoughts he hadn't realised they had arrived at the gym. He looked around as soon as he stepped through the door and it was safe to say he was quite underwhelmed. This was why people wasted their lives sweating away?

What he saw were a few treadmills, a few weight sets, a cross trainer along with a row of exercise bikes as well as a couple of medicine balls that were set out on a rack.

"This is why people waste their lives?" He asked, staring at the room his mouth hanging open slightly. He couldn't believe it, this was a room and it looked like any other but some people became obsessed with coming to rooms like this.

"Well I wouldn't say waste their lives." Harry tried to defend but stopped half way through. There was no point. "Forget it, come on have a look around and see if there's anything you want to try out. Today you can use anything in here. It's a bit of a tester before the tournament." Shun simply nodded and moved into the room scanning the items that were in the room. What should he choose?

He moved to the closest thing that happened to be the tread mill. Only three others were in the room with him and they were all on different things. One was on the bike and the others were using the weights. Shun noted that they were sweating quite badly and wondered how long they had been in the sweat box like room.

He stood on the tread mill and started it at just a walk. The older man came over to him and stared up at him slightly.

"What?" He asked, somewhat snappy, he hated people watching him workout. Even if it was just walking.

"You know as well as I do that walking will do nothing. Why don't you turn the speed up and actually do something that would actually be a workout for you?" He asked him raising a brow at him. Sighing Shun pressed the button to make it quicken its pace and started to jog on the tread mill.

"Happy now?" He questioned, looking the man in the eye. He was holding back a smirk at that.

"Yes, much better. At least you're going to be doing somewhat of a workout." Shun just shook his head his hair whipping with his head. Because of his lack of attention Harry reached over and pressed the speed button, forcing Shun to start running.

"What the hell?" He asked, glaring at the man now.

"Don't complain and just run" keeping his glare fixed on the man he did run but the glare didn't lessen. The old man was beginning to wear on him. If he kept this up he'd end up snapping. Shun shook his head ever so slightly to try to calm himself down. He really shouldn't let people irritate him so easily.

"Where are we going after?" He asked turning from the man and staring at the wall in front. Stuck to the wall was a picture of the human body labelling every muscle it had. They were spread around the room and seemed to be specified for each piece of equipment. Ignoring the one that was for the tread mill Shun closed his eyes drowning out the world and letting himself imagine he was on his own, in the woods training in private. Not even his mum knowing where he was.

The smallest of smiles tugged at his lips as he remembered when he would do that as a child. He had to have been about twelve when he had first done that. He had snuck out of the house telling his mum he was going to a friend's house for the day. He hadn't gone to a friend's house, he had gone to the woods where he had tried as hard as he could to get the ninjitsu moves right. He hadn't at first, he must have been out there for at least four to five hours.

By the time he had returned home it was getting dark and his mum had been pacing back and forth in the living room worried beyond belief that something bad had happened to him. She had explained to him, after a very long hug that had lasted ten minutes. That after he didn't come home an hour later she had called his friend's house, when hearing that he wasn't there she had been panicking and had even debated calling the police.

Shun had had to create a story on the spot, and had been quite pleased with himself, it had made sense. He hadn't wanted her to know where he was as it was a surprise for her. She had always liked ninjitsu and Shun had wanted to impress her. Because he didn't wish to ruin the surprise and had needed to continue training to get as good as he could he had continued lying to her thanks to this and in the end he had surprised her and made it all worth the guilt. Just to see the smile on her face.

She wasn't the biggest fan of what he was doing with his abilities but she accepted it, knowing he was doing it all for her. Everything the onyx haired boy did was for his mother.

Shaking his head to rid himself of the memories before his emotions got the better of him Shun focused his eyes on the posters around the room. Rereading them over and over again as he tried to keep the memory's away. They were good memories but they caused him so much pain at knowing that his mum may not live to see him spin another one of his numerous lies. He had tried to stay positive, he had believed that his mum could live and he still did. But, what if the worst should happen? He didn't want to become upset from good memories when he had no ground to be. It would only dampen the meaning of them if the worst should happen.

"-un are you listening to me?" A voice broke into his thoughts without the black haired boy realising making him jump. Glaring to himself he turned to the old man his glare still fixed to his face.

"What?" He asked snapping at the man.

"Don't snap at me, come on Shun, we have to go. There are some more things for us to look at." Pressing the button on the tread mill he turned to the man fully.

"I can't do that, I have to go to the hospital." He answered in a monotone. Having just remembered his promise to his mum, he didn't wish to see her, he didn't think he'd be able to hold himself together if he saw her. But he had promised and he had to see her.

"Why?" The man asked, clearly confused.

"None of your business, just come on, we're going to the hospital" not giving him the chance to protest the young boy strode past the older man and started to leave the building, Harry running after him trying to catch up before he was left behind. He was never going to understand this boy.

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