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Story Title: Eyes Of The Powerful.
Warnings: Magic/Sorcery (little use), Elementals, language, adult situations, abuse, gore, fighting scenes, torture, and adult situations (SLASH, as well as HET.)
Story Rating: M.
Chapter Rating: T.
Changes In Chapter: Just edited it a bit. I don't think I added much of anything, really. Oh, and for those who are asking about possible parings and such, at the bottom of chapter one I had told everyone it was most likely a Ryoma x Many since there were so many different requests last time I had this up. But don't worry too much really, this story won't have definite parings, the sequel will delve into it a bit more.
Song When Editing: No song, I have a migraine and the music was making it worse. But, I was listening to I Would Like You Better by Amanda Blank. Hahaha… good song.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Damn bastards.
Last time: Apparently, Ryoma wasn't seeing the secret glances the two threw him now and again. Oh well. He would soon.
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"Hmm… this is a predicament, isn't it?" A male voice mused, sitting back in his chair and putting his head in his head, thinking.
The women kneeling on one knee looked up and eyed him curiously. She wondered what his decision would be. He wanted Ryoma to be the leader of Thorn, but he wanted him at Seigaku. She wasn't entirely sure why, but it seemed he had plans for the young boy.
"Kai-sama… If I may ask, what is it you wish for Ryoma? You always seem to have something planned, but I'm not entirely sure since your plans seem a little…" she paused for a moment, trying to find the correct words.
She stopped her thinking as the young man seated in front of her started to laugh.
"Unplanned? Yes, well, that's because most of my plans are very unplanned. You can never predict the future; well at least I cannot. And knowing Ryo-chan, well, he is so unpredictable. But something tells me he won't just leave the school. Or the school won't let him leave." he mused, taping his finger against his chin.
Miko kept silent, waiting for an official order. After a moment he looked at her with sparkling eyes.
"Aw. I wish one of the options were for Ryo-chan to come stay with me~" he said in a sing-song voice. Miko suppressed the urge to roll her eyes at his childish wish.
"Kai-sama that is not foretold in his clans prophecy-" Kai stopped her by waving her off.
"Yes, Yes Miko-chan I know, I know. But I can wish, can't I?" he said, looking at her with a smile on her face.
Miko couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips in response. It was truly hard to be around Kai-sama without smiling. His personality was very refreshing compared to the world outside of the castle walls. Perhaps that is why Kai-sama rarely ever leaves?
"I suppose, Kai-sama. But we must contact Grandmother. When Ryoma takes his position as leader of Thorn, then he will be on his way towards fulfilling the prophecy…" she trailed off as Kai scrunched up his nose in distaste and his eyes wincing slightly in guilt.
Miko paled as she read his facial expressions. Spending your entire life with someone has some of its advantages; number one: you can read his facial features when he looks guilty.
"Kai-sama… don't tell me you didn't tell Ryoma…" she said, warning in her voice. When he winced at her words, she sighed dramatically.
"Kai-sama! If he doesn't know what's going on, then how is he supposed to fulfill his clan's prophecy!" she asked in exasperation.
"Oh hush, Miko-chan. You're much too uptight. I'll tell him… eventually." When Miko gave him a look of warning he whined.
"Fine, fine! I'll tell him when I tell him of his promotion." he said, huffing and crossing his arms. Miko sighed, but she stopped half-way as she looked at him in complete and utter disbelief. He was going to deliver the message?
"Kai-sama… you're going personally?" she asked, eyes wide. Kai looked at her as if she had wounded his pride.
"Of course! If I get to see Ryo-chan, I would leave immediately!" he said in a childish voice, despite his twenty years.
"Kai-sama…" she sighed tiredly.
Honestly, you'd think she was serving a child. But as quick as the thought came, it disappeared as he gave her a rare, serious face, immediately gaining her attention.
"Miko… if Ryoma was to be told of his clan and its prophecy… he may find it suitable to ignore it. It is, after-all, his family's background that his mother never found important to mention. And if he sees how the prophecy truly ends…" he said, looking at her with pained eyes.
She sighed sadly. She too did not want the very end of the prophecy to come true, but as she saw it, everything else had come true so far. Perhaps it was just fate? And if it was, they could not change such a thing.
"Kai-sama… let us not worry of such a thing. If it is fated then… it is fated. But Ryoma doesn't follow orders too well, as you know." she smiled.
"He was never one to walk the road carved out in front of him." she said, laughing a little as she finished. She watched in happiness at Kai smiled at her.
"Yes. He never was one to follow anything. And if anyone could change the prophecy and its ending… it would be Ryoma. But for now, let's not worry of depressing things. We have to focus on him becoming the leader of Thorn, then him receiving the Eyes. Once he does… well we'll deal with that when it comes. Ne?" he said happily, his previous serious and sad face replaced with his usual one of happiness.
She smiled at him in return.
"Yes, Kai-sama. When do you wish to depart for Seigaku?"
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"Ne, Ne Tezuka! Do we have Echizen-sensei today?" A red-haired teen asked; a hopeful look in his eyes. Tezuka resisted the urge to sigh and nodded, still staring straight ahead.
"Yay!" Kikumaru proclaimed, jumping around and doing flips as he jumped in the classroom. One fellow classmate looked at him in disbelief.
"Why do you enjoy that class so much? All he does is beat the shit out of you. You always seem to come out of that training room completely beat-up." the teen said, looking at them curiously. Kikumaru stopped and looked at him with a smile.
"Hmm. Maybe he does beat us up, but he's a good teacher! We get stronger because of him, and I like him!" he announced, giving the student a peace sign. The teen looked at him in complete disbelief and after a moment shook his head.
"You're weird. Is it like that for everyone else?" he questioned, eyeing each, eyes widening as each nodded. He sighed and turned back around as the teacher came in and ordered silence, but she ignored the groups talking. She didn't want to be the fifteenth teacher in the hospital.
"Ne, Kikumaru-sempai do you really enjoy Echizen-Sensei's presence that much?" Momo asked, looking at him curiously. Kikumaru nodded enthusiastically in response.
"Yup! The O'chibi is a fun guy when he isn't in his 'serious mode'! " he exclaimed, making his voice deeper when he said 'serious mode' earning small laughs from the others.
"Hmm. I agree. Sensei isn't actually as serious as I thought. He's actually kind of lazy…" Momo said, scratching his head in thought. Inui nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose and opening his notebook.
"Yes, he enjoys sleep very much. Apparently, he spends 35% of his day sleeping, and 5% of his day eating." Inui informed, gaining a snort from Kaidou.
"Fshhhhhh. We got a lazy teacher." When everyone nodded, Taka looked at Inui in curiosity.
"What's the other 60%?" Inui smiled at him.
"Training." he said, a small smile in place. Everyone paused and looked at each other. Fuji sighed, surprising the others.
"That's our teacher for you." he said, leaning back in his chair, and getting slow nods in response, each person too deep in their own thoughts.
After everything that had happened, everything turned back to normal… or at least as normal as things usually were. They trained after class for three hours, and left to their dorms to sleep and patch themselves up. When they had found out that Ryoma could heal them, they were pretty pissed that he never did so before but they got a stern look in response to their complaints.
"You have to learn to endure physical pain. When you're fighting, you will not be able to pause because you got hurt." he had said, and he was right, of course.
But that's not to say he didn't heal them. If it was a major wound, he would heal them but in return they would have to train for two more hours considering the fact that he had given their strength back.
As they trained, their tolerance for pain increased, as did their power-level, and control-level. They could control their elements now, slowly learning of different techniques they could use in battle. They hadn't learned magic yet, but they were excited to.
But as the days past, they began to accept and respect their young coach; even considering him a friend.
But today they weren't as happy as they made everyone else believe.
Today was the anniversary of their meeting, but that was also the day that they all lost their families. It was a sad day, and they were all very anxious to get their minds off of their sadness with training that after-noon. As the bell rang, they all rushed, faster than usual, to the training room and opened it to find their teacher sleeping on a bench on the side of the room.
They smiled to each other. Everyone left to get changed into their fighting clothes as Tezuka and Fuji stayed behind to wake their young teacher.
As they approached them they felt their face burn crimson at the angelic sight.
He was breathing through parted lips, his sun kissed stomach showing from his bunched-up shirt. One leg bent and the other slightly off the bench; his arm draped over his stomach and the other resting on the edge of the bench. He truly looked relaxed and completely venerable.
It was a rare sight to see their powerful teacher so venerable, and to them, it was an honor that he felt that relaxed in their presence to be able to drop his guard. Did he trust them this much?
They found them unconsciously licking their lips as he shifted to the side, his shirt bunching up further and revealing a sexy curve in his flexible back.
He looks absolutely… NO!
Tezuka shook his head to clear his inappropriate thoughts of what he could do with his teacher's body.
Why was he thinking and acting this way? He was his teacher! Sure, he was younger, but none-the-less his teacher! That was an absolute no-no… but… his eyes glanced to look at the young teachers toned abs and his sun-kissed skin.
Oh god.
Fuji on the other hand had absolutely no problem fantasizing about the young teen before them. Teacher or not, he was delicious. And he wanted him. Bad. But he knew the young teacher wouldn't give himself up so easily.
So what to do? He mused.
As they were both engrossed in their own thoughts, Ryoma shifted once more, and opened his eyes, rubbing one as he glanced at them with the other. The froze as they caught sight of the golden eye, and suppressed the urge to blush at the cute action as Ryoma tried to wake up.
"Whataya doing?" he asked, yawning, sitting up and stretching, reveling more of that delicious body that the two before him wanted to taste so badly.
Stopping as he stretched, Ryoma eyed the two with amusement as he spotted the lust in their eyes and giggled softly at them. Snapping out of their own dirty fantasies, they blushed as they realized they were staring and Ryoma most certainly noticed. The young teacher stood, stretching his arm and then dropping it, eyeing them with a smirk.
"You do remember what I said before, don't you? About the whole, bisexual thing?" he asked, sauntering closer to them, a smirk on his face as he got closer to Tezuka (since he was blushing like mad and Fuji was just eyeing him hungrily) and put his hand on his chest, laughing to himself as he felt Tezuka's incredibly fast pulse.
"It's so hard getting that kind of exercise around here you know, being a teacher and all." He said simply, dismissing Tezuka's wide-eyed look with his own sinful smirk.
"And I do so need a workout." He purred, running his hand down the toned stomach he knew the other had. He smirked when he heard a choked breath from Fuji, and sauntering over to him, he pressed against the other's side, looking at him with burning eyes.
"And I do so need a good stretch." he whispered.
Letting his hand drop and watching at them in amusement as he retreated into the door on the side to the room, probably to get dressed as well.
Tezuka stood, frozen as he processed the information just given to him.
W-w-w-work out? A good s-s-stretch? He stuttered in his mind, trying unsuccessfully to calm his erratic heart-beat.
Fuji, on the other hand, smirked and licked his lips as visions of the young teacher appeared in his mind. He was just a little more… flushed and panting. Sweating too.
But then again… he mused, smirking hungrily as he eyed the door across the room, who said he wanted him to be on bottom?
Ah, the possibilities.
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-Training Room-
: Two Hours Later:
Ryoma watched in irritation as his students sparred with one another, and practiced their element attacks.
It wasn't as if they were bad… but they were trying too hard. Much too hard. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Tezuka get hit by Fuji's ice needle. Okay, that should not have happened. And not only that, but Fuji missed his pressure point!
What the hell was going on?
They were all fighting good, if compared to others, but they were not just anybody. They were his students and they all were sucking royally. He felt as a vein bulged in his forehead. What the hell? Why were they fighting so damn horribly today? Something was wrong. As he eyed each, they all looked like they wanted to cry… but they were hiding it very good. But not good enough, at least not for Ryoma. He winced in displeasure as Taka kicked in the wrong place, but had hit Kikumaru anyway, as the red-haired teen stumbled into the once vacant area.
Okay, that was enough. He couldn't watch this poor excuse for training any longer.
"Enough." he said darkly, immediately gaining the attention of the others.
They looked at him in surprise and felt their eyes wander to the clock. Was it time already? They had hoped it would be longer today but as they looked at the clock they tilted their heads in slight confusion. They still had another good hour left so why…?
"Everyone, come over here and sit down." Ryoma ordered, sitting in his usual graceful way. His bent his knee so his head was leaning on it and starred at his students for a few long moments causing the sitting group of teens to feel incredibly uncomfortable.
"What happened today?" Ryoma questioned, but it sounded more like a demand. They all looked at him in slight shock but they quickly shook it away and gave Ryoma a small smile.
"Nothing, Nya~ Why would you think-" Kikumaru was cut off by a most angry teacher.
"Enough. Do not lie to me. Those poor excuses for smiles do not reach your eyes. Why is it you look like you want to cry your hearts out?" he questioned, his voice slightly warmer toward the end. They stared back at their teacher in shock… how did he know…?
One…
Two…
Three…
They all looked at him ( with the exception of Tezuka) with tears threatening to fall. He didn't react as they all started to cry softly, each consoling another, and Tezuka whispering encouraging words to the others. Ryoma looked on and allowed them to release their pent up emotions, only saying one thing to help them continue to release their pain.
"What happened?"
Kikumaru was crying in Oishi's shoulder, while Oishi himself were crying soft tears. Inui had a few stray tears as Kaidou leaned ever-so-slightly against his shoulder, his eyes shut and cursing as tears leaked from his eyes uncontrollably. Momo had his hand on Taka's back as he was wiping his tears away, Taka not caring if his own tears were visible. Tezuka had his hand on the back of many, speaking to each softly as he helped them, as did Fuji.
"T-today is the anniversary of our *sniffle* families' death…" Kikumaru said, wiping his tears away only to be replaced with others.
"They all died… the same day. That's when we all met and we have been together ever since." Tezuka explained, his own anguish hidden behind a well built mask; a mask that Ryoma knew so well.
"It was a sad day… we were in our small village," When Ryoma raise his eyebrow, Fuji laughed slightly.
"We lived in the forest, our clans believed in staying with the land, instead of following the others to a town." he explained, his eyes opened and full of sadness, a smile now-where to be found.
'So they modeled their life-style after the life in the dimension?' Ryoma mused, but continued to pay attention.
(A/N: Remember chapter 1 when he opened the door that led Ryoma to the school? He went into a different dimension-type thing were people with their powers often come to live since they don't want to be hunted. More on this later, but just keep in mind that they are separated from the regular dimension for a reason)
"The village contained many clans, each of us belonging to a different one. For the most part the village was peaceful, there was the occasional fight but that wasn't unusual. Each of us knew of the special traits in our genes that were passed on to our generation, but we only found out about our powers the day the daughter of the Takeuchi clan revolted against her own clan. Apparently, the clan had ordered her to kill her three-year-old son, and she escaped, refusing to kill him, but not before a fight breaking out and she killed many with her immense power. Including our families." Fuji finished, not showing any emotion as he told the story of how their family had died.
"I was only about five then but I still remember it. Everything was burning, and now that I think about it, her element was probably fire, considering the amount of damage that she inflicted on the village. The clans were small, each with only a few members, but none-the-less strong. Mine consisted of all men since my mother had died at my birth, and my father, and his brother left to fight her, along with everyone else's male family members. Mine, died in battle, Fuji's male family members did as well, and so did everyone else's." Tezuka said, his eyes dull and lifeless.
"And the women and children?" Ryoma inquired, knowing full well that they had also perished, but curious as to the means of their deaths.
"The Village house. They had hid out in the main house together, but it caught on fire and burnt down, and the woman and children were caught inside. They all died because the roof and walls collapsed on them." Kaidou said softly, re-laying the painful memories without Fshhhhh'ing. Ryoma nodded slowly before looking at them.
"Why were you not in the house?"
They all gave him small, sad smiles, and he raised his eyebrow at their expressions.
"We were all training, well playing really, but we all wanted to train so we could be like our fathers. We had come back from training in the woods when we saw fire. We got to the house in time to see our families' burn and die in front of us." Momo said, surprising Ryoma with a dry laugh.
"Then how do you know how it happened if they all died?" Ryoma questioned bluntly, not bothering to sugar-coat the questioned. He had warned them when they first met, after-all.
"My grandfather." Tezuka said, his eyes showing slight remorse as he re-called what happened.
- Flashback -
He watched in horror as the giant flames licked the wood and rubble that he had just witness claim his friend's families.
He could only pray that his father, grandfather, and uncle were still alive. They were all they had left. He snapped out of his shock abruptly when he heard a soft groan of pain, and glancing towards the side of the once village house. His eyes widened.
"Grandfather!" he yelled, his usual indifferent voice replaced with that of horror, immediately gaining his friends attention. He ran toward his grandfather, not knowing if his friends were following him or not, and he quickly kneeled next to him, tears spilling from his eyes whether he liked them or not. His grandfather gave him a stern look.
"K-Kunimitsu. You need… to know something." he said, coughing at the end of his strained sentence, making blood appear on Tezuka's pants since he had grabbed his grandfathers head to place it in his lap. Tears continued to flow and he was about to beg his grandfather to stop talking and to save his strength when he saw the stern look. He was serious. And that demanded Kunimitsu to also be serious. He nodded, trying his best to ignore the tears that blurred his vision as he watched his grandfather give him a slight smile before re-laying information to him.
"Do not hate the woman who did this. Her actions were rash indeed… but it was something I would… have also done… if they tried to take you away from us." he said, coughing more but none-the-less looked at him in determination. He was going to tell his grandson this. He had wasted enough time. And now, it was too late.
"Kunimitsu… you are special… so are your friends… you all have powers that others… would kill to have… including the Takeuchi clan… the child… her child is the One… they wanted him dead because they feared him… they do not know of you and your friends involvement in the prophecy yet… I want to keep it that way but I cannot… at least not me personally-" he coughed more violent now, resting his head on Tezuka's lap now, unable to lift it. Kunimitsu looked at his grandfather in unbearable sadness, but he was still listening, his words floating around in his head.
What child? What prophecy? He had powers? And his friends?
As if knowing Kunimitsu's thoughts his grandfather smiled softly at him and lifted a trembling hand to pat his cheek.
"I know, it's hard to understand. But you will know soon enough. And when you do… don't leave him. Under no circumstances… do you… leave him…. You must be the leader and help your friends… help… them… save them… stay…strong…" he whispered, his voice fading until his hand dropped and his eyes fluttered closed.
Tezuka screamed and started to sob into his grandfather chest. It was so painful, crying into his grandfather's unmoving chest, knowing that this body was only an empty shell without life. He couldn't help but to be angry, though. This woman killed them! His family! He choked on a sob, forcing himself to calm his erratic breathing and his whirling thoughts. He would try to kill his anger for the woman, not for himself but for his grandfather.
After a few long moments of breathing deeply and steeling his resolve, he sat up abruptly, and wiped his tears. He stood, wavering slightly, and walked toward his friends that were on their knees sobbing where they had once stood as they watched their mothers and siblings crushed. Everyone already knew their fathers and other male family members were dead. They were scattered around the land, and Tezuka fought the urge to throw up and start crying all over again. He would be strong, he would help his friends.
He would be strong.
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He told Ryoma of the event, leaving out his own thoughts on the matter and his breakdown, as well as his tears. He had not been so weak in his life and he was not proud of that moment. Regardless of his age, it was disgraceful. Ryoma nodded in understanding as Tezuka relayed the information to him. As he searched Tezuka's eyes, he knew he was hiding something, but wisely chose to say nothing. At least, for right now.
He waited another fifteen minutes until the group stopped crying, wiping away the last of their tears until Ryoma stood and they looked at him in question.
"Feel better?" he questioned, looking at them with a knowing smile on his face. They all looked at him in horror and he watched in amusement.
They had just… they had just broken down and burst into tears… worn their heart on their sleeve and displayed such weakness… in front of their very composed young teacher… and… wait. They looked at him in amazement. They did feel better. They felt incredibly good, actually. When they nodded in a rather dazed manner he threw them a smirked.
"Good. We'll stop class for today since were over our time limit by an hour anyway, but expect two hours extra tomorrow~" he said, and walked to the other side of the room to get a Ponta that was on the bench.
The others smiled to each other, not caring in the least that they had extra training to do. As they walked into the training room, Tezuka stopped, hearing a voice call him. He turned and eyed his teacher in question as he mentioned Tezuka to come over to him and Tezuka sat on the bench, tense, avoiding his teacher's eyes.
"Tezuka… you know, just because you feel as if you have to be strong for everyone else, doesn't mean you have to hold back the tears that are begging you to let fall. You are strong. With or without the tears." Ryoma said, sitting up, and walked away to the locker room to change, pretending not to hear the soft, small cries and the sound of tears hitting the ground.
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A/N: Muhahahah! I'm feeling particularly giddy today, so I edited a bunch of chapters early!~ Oh, and here is some information I forgot to tell you all, so sorry! I'm sure you're curious about this Kai character (for those who haven't read this). But do not fret too much you shall meet him next chapter! Review please!
Tezuka: 18
Fuji: 18
Taka: 18
Inui: 18
Oishi: 18
Momo: 17
Kaidou: 17
Ryoma : 16
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