Shattered Mirror
Chapter 10. Past
Wow, tenth chapter already! And I'll try to not torture Luke so much... Now it's Asch's turn!
Asch: Stay a hell away from me freak!
Rag Doll-Kun: Aww...-pout-
Accident prone: You don't have any ideas what kind of torturing will come... One of them is actually the reason why I started to publish this story... And how I got the idea for the whole story!
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I do not own Tales of the Abyss!
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"Oh, okay...I'm sorry.."
-Ion
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"Where the hell is he!?" Asch thought angrily. He had searched the whole base! It has been two hours since he left the room. And he wasn't sure was Luke still alive. Not that he cared or something... He just didn't want a corpse in his room. It would take a long time to clean the blood from there anyway.
He stopped walking and recalled every place where he had searched. The only place was...
Van's room.
Great. Just great. Asch was sure that Van already knew that he had saved the dreck. After all, Legretta was his trustworthiest follower. She'd tell everything to Van. But didn't Legretta take the brat with her? So there weren't any other choice...
Asch started to walk to the direction of Van´s room but saw Legretta coming from there. She muttered something under her breath but noticed Asch and closed her mouth.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you tired?" Legretta asked.
"No. I must speak to Va- Actually, I wanted to ask that do you know where that replica brat is?" Asch asked – thanking gods that he didn't have to go to Van's room.
"You mean that Ion boy? He with Sync."
"What?!"
"You heard right. Van's order." Legretta said but Asch didn't still believe her.
"What? It's true. I'm not sure about this myself... But it's Van's order so we must follow it." Legretta said coldly and walked away. Asch bit his lips, not wanting to hit the woman. But now he had a clue. Maybe they were in Sync's room...?
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"So... This is your room. It's... Nice." Ion tried to talk with Sync. Too bad that the other replica didn't want to do anything with him. Not getting an answer, Ion sighed tiredly. So this was the life in here. So this was his destiny.
Ion studied the room with his eyes. It was dark but it had a one small window in the roof. Ion was sitting on the cold floor and Sync was on the bed. There was a huge closet in a corner. It looked old and smelled like one. At the wall was a tiny fireplace and in front of it was a comfy looking armchair. But nothing else. Even though the room was bigger than Ion's old house!
...Weird. Ion didn't know where he was or why he was there. And he was in a same room with some boy who probably wanted to kill him but still... He didn't miss his old home. And he hadn't thought his old family either.
Well, his old home or family weren't so special. They were poor and the parents had four other kids to take care. All of them were girls. They told the villagers that they wanted a boy. But Ion knew that he was girly so it didn't make any difference... They had tried to do their best but sometimes father had enough and tried to forget everything by drinking. And then he had beat his children. Ion still had many scars as a proof. And at his old village the people weren't very open minded and they hated everything weird. Like a young boy who had came to village without any memories six years ago. And Ion didn't have any real friends. The closest friend who he had was his younger sister and she was three years old! And his foster parents hadn't taken him only because of the pity or because they wanted a boy.
His step-mother told him that she and her husband had been scientists. And six and half years ago a man had came to them begging them to make a replica by his dead son. The man was rich and the project had sound interesting so they accepted it. They and many other scientist had tried to create a perfect clone. The project was long and tiring but finally they did it. But he wasn't happy. He wanted a new one. So they created a new replica. They succeed to made seven replicas. And seven times they made failures. So the man lost his mind and burned his mansion. The replicas and the scientists were inside and many of them died. And some of them risked their lives to safe the replicas. But only couple of them survived. Ion's foster parents survived but the project had taken too much time and they lost all of their money.
He watched at Sync. Did he know? About why he was born?
"...Stop that." Sync suddenly said.
"What?" Ion asked. This was the first time when Sync had spoken to him.
"Stop staring at me. It's annoying." Sync muttered. He probably didn't want to talk with Ion.
"Oh, okay... I'm sorry.." Ion smiled – looking little embarrassed.
"How can he smile like that? How can he smile when he knows what he is." Sync thought. But he cut his thoughts when the door opened and Asch came in. Without any words, he went to Ion, grabbed at his arm and rushed away with Ion.
"Huh?" Sync stared at the door. What Asch did here? Why he took Ion? Why he didn't say anything?
Sync stared at the roof. Then suddenly, he stood up and walked out of his room.
He didn't have any other things to do so why not follow them?
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"A-Asch? Is something wrong?" Ion tried to ask. Asch's grip just tightened and Ion gasped in pain. Then they stopped running and Asch opened the door front of them. It was darker than Sync's room and it took time till Ion's eyes got use to the darkness he saw the messy room. It looked like somebody had fought in there. Asch leaded him to the bed and Ion saw a person laying on it.
Luke.
"Stop the bleeding." Asch ordered. Ion rushed to the bed and examined the wound. He took the blanket which Asch had tried to use and put it on the wound. He pushed it on the wound hard and Luke yelped in pain.
"I need some water. Hot water." Ion ordered. Asch nodded and went out. He came back soon with a bucket. Ion took it and put the blanket in it.
"Do you have any needles and thread? It looks like I must... suture it..." Ion's face was getting pale. Asch went to the cabinet and opened it. Soon he came back with a needle and thread.
"T-Thanks... C-Can you leave the room...?" Ion muttered – shaking a little. Asch glared at him. So the brat was trowing him out of his room?
"You're sure that you can do it?" Asch suspected. He only got a small nod.
"Fine." Asch stood up and left the room.
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After fifteen minutes, the door opened.
"I... did it." Ion said – looking still very pale. His white clothes where bloody.
"He's sleeping now. He lost much blood but he'll survive." They stood there some time.
"So... What happened? I told him not to do something which would open the wound." Ion asked. Asch decided not to lie.
"I punched him."
"What?!" Ion shouted. His eyes widened by surprise. But his expression changed when he slowly turned to glare at Asch.
"And why did you do that?" He asked.
"He annoyed me, so I punched him." Asch said without thinking. And a second later, he felt something on his cheek.
Ion had slapped him.
"What the-" He started but Ion interrupted him.
"So, he annoyed you, huh? Do you have any idea how is he feeling right now! He had just heard that he is a replica! Your replica! He thinks that he shouldn't have ever been born! And I heard how you guys talked at the cave! Your father wanted your replica so he hired the scientists to make one! But he never threated him like he threated you! Your father saw Luke as a failed replica! Luke told me what the Duke said to him! You and your father are so similar! You're both selfish!" Ion shouted. And without waiting an answer, he walked to direction of Sync's room. Asch just stood there a blank expression on his face. They didn't notice that somebody else was listening.
"Maybe after all, his smile is a fake." Sync thought and walked to his room direction – knowing that he would deal with a upset Ion.
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If you thought that this is how I torture Asch then you're wrong. More will come... But try to imagine that! Ion slapping Asch! Maybe I should draw that...
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