Hey, another update!
I'm quite impressed with how quick I managed to produce this chapter, however I'm not sure if it's good quality, I was only focusing on trying to make Raven's accent look like it sounded right, and trying to use a few more metaphors, don't ask why, I just absolutely love them.
Anyway, I think this is the most heartfelt chapter I've ever written because this has been linked with some of my own experiences, it has also been based on a few lines from a song by one of the bands I absolutely love, Good Charlotte. The song is called Emotionless, which was written about Benji and Joel Madden's father, who walked out on them and left them to suffer, it's such a beautiful song, and it's awful to know what they're feeling, but so amazing to know they pulled through it, so I reccomend you listen to it, it's all I've been listening to while writing this, because I felt like some of the lines used described what has happened throughout the story so far.
Warnings: Language, self-harm, character spoiler. (Just in case no one's actually met Raven yet, you never know who's new to the game.)
~FantasyXDayDreamer
"I'm writing to you
Not to tell you
That I still hate you
Just to ask you
How you feel
And how we fell apart
How this fell apart"
(Emotionless - Good Charlotte - The Young And The Hopeless)
Flynn returned to the room that he and Yuri shared, and found Yuri swinging in one of the chairs at the table by the window, charcoal grey stones still represented his eyes and he stared at the wall in front of him, showing no emotion in his face or body language whatsoever.
"Yuri," Flynn said as he approached the chair opposite the one the raven haired knight was sitting in, "What's wrong? You've been like this since you lost that battle."
"What's it like being perfect, Flynn?" Yuri asked, his gaze not moving from the wall before him.
Flynn let out a deep sigh as he took the seat he was once stood by and looked directly at the person who was once his closest and only friend, and even though the two were at eye level, Yuri's focus was still on the wall, making Flynn feel like he wasn't even there.
"I don't know, Yuri. No one knows." He finally said, still looking into the two stones on Yuri's face, "No one's perfect."
"Bullshit, Flynn. You're good at everything, everyone loves you and wants to be around you, and you spend your time trying to get on my good side."
Flynn grimaced as Yuri spoke, and sat in motionless silence for a few moments before he turned his right hand over, revealing a scar on his right palm.
"Remember this? Do you remember the day we shared blood and told each other we'd be there for them no matter what? That we'd stand by each other, and never leave?" He asked in a demanding tone, each rhetorical question showing more emotion.
"Not this again, Flynn. You might be smart, strong and sure you look mature, but you're so fucking naive! How old were we Flynn?" Yuri yelled, the stones crumbled away and showed deep charcoal eyes, which shone from angry tears brewing up, and his fist landed on the small wooden table, making a loud thud, making both him and the blonde boy jump slightly at the sudden reaction.
Flynn stared at the fruit bowl that just lost its contents to the thump both it and the table received, and watched as it tottered and halted to a stop. Once the porcelain bowl stopped, he looked down and focused on his metal boots that covered his feet, doing anything to forget what Yuri just said, and trying to ignore the pain of the metaphorical blade that pierced his chest.
"Answer me! How old were we?" Yuri yelled shakily as he tried to hold back the tear that was now rolling down his face.
"Seven." Flynn replied in a monotone voice.
"And how old were you when you decided to just leave me in the lower quarter with no one else?"
"Thirteen."
"What else did I promise you around the time we were seven?"
"That we'd be best friends forever."
"Six years isn't forever. Wake up, Flynn."
"What about the battle we just had? You seemed happy at the time I challenged you. I thought we'd forgiven each other."
"I wanted to beat you at something for once, but it seems that it's not going to happen any time soon. And don't be stupid, Flynn. I'm a cold bastard now and it's your fault." Yuri spat before abruptly getting up from where he sat and shoved the table, causing the porcelain bowl to fall from where it sat, and out of the open window, and with that, the younger knight stormed out of the room, violently slamming the door behind him and leaving the blonde knight alone again.
The bowl landed a few inches away from a man who was stood eavesdropping on the two arguing boys, and it smashed causing him to jump back slightly and stare at all the orange-tan coloured shards that were now spread across the floor.
The man didn't look too well-groomed: his black hair was tied back and extremely wild, unruly and by the looks of it; knotty, his sideburns that rested by both his ears simply added age and roughness to his face, his eyes were a nice shade of light blue, but were also dull and lifeless at the same time. He wore an oversized purple piece of clothing, somewhat like a cloak crossed with some sort of jacket, with black and yellow patterns around the sleeves and the collar downwards, underneath the cloak was a deep pink shirt which was accompanied by a belt with a gold buckle, his pants were black and looked extremely baggy on the legs, from the knee below, it looked like they had split and been replaced with deep red material and a few stitches, although, they probably weren't, and to finish the look, the said pants were tucked into his neutral black boots, which had a slight heel, probably worn to make him look slightly taller without making it obvious.
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Flynn leaned over the bathtub to reach the shower to turn it on; pulling his arm away as quickly as he could once it turned on, avoiding the freezing cold water that poured out at first. He sat at the edge of that bathtub with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stared at the scar on his hand and sighed, his eyes shifted from the scar to the sword which was on his bed. Without hesitation, he got up from where he sat and approached the blade, when he thought about it, there was absolutely nothing wrong with just giving up on waiting for something to heal when it won't ever heal. Within seconds, blood was slowly flowing out of the newly opened scar, at first, Flynn had flinched at the sudden sharp sting, but then he just watched the blood roll down his hand, and showed no emotion. He closed his bleeding hand and made a fist as he slowly walked back into the bathroom and closed the door behind him, the slightly blood-stained sword now lay on the floor, the bright red and silver reflected the light that hit the exposed areas of the blade and body fluids.
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Yuri perched on the edge of a bridge, overlooking the sea which was reflecting the dark blue from the sky, the bright, twinkling stars and the full silver moon. He held his right hand out in front of his eyes so it was clearer to see it. He admired the bruise that was growing on it from when he had whacked the table earlier, and turned it over to reveal the scar that was still there.
"It's a bit risky ta be out dressed like that, kid." A rough voice behind him said.
"Why?" Yuri asked, still admiring his hand.
"The guilds hate the Knights. It's a long story. But if you ain't careful, one o' them could see ya' and may just push ya' off."
"I couldn't care less. They'd save me the job of having to throw myself off."
"Hey! You're young, ain't ya'? Ya don't wanna be throwin' away your life like that."
Yuri sighed and lowered his hand and started staring at the moons reflection in the sea, admiring it as it rippled with the waves.
"What do ya' think of barrier blastias then, kid?" The man asked.
Yuri's face showed a look of confusion, but he still didn't turn around to look at his conversational partner to see if he was a madman or not.
"I guess they're alright."
"Ya' know, people spend so long buildin' em', and they use 'em to protect themselves from things that hurt 'em, and if the barrier is broken down they start buildin' it up again because they don't wanna risk gettin' hurt, but sometimes they don't fix it properly, they just trust their instincts and when they get hurt, they carry on buildin'."
"Thank you for stating the obvious, old man."
"Just keep what I said in mind, people like us have a lot in common with them barriers, we can't be isolatin' ourselves from the whole of humanity or those who wanna help."
Yuri looked down to his feet which were slowly swinging back and forth, the metal boots reflected the light which shone from the moon, and he bit his lip softly as the thought about what the anonymous man was saying.
"Hey, old man, what's your name?" He asked, turning around to face the person he'd been talking to.
"It don't matter." He replied as he started walking away, his unruly and knotty ponytail slowly bounced up and down as he walked, and his purple cloak swayed softly in the breeze as he disappeared into the nearest tavern, leaving the young man outside by himself to survey the stars and the barriers that glistened in the horizon.
I hope you guys like this chapter, I personally, do somewhat like this, because I've managed to vent how I've been feeling for a while now, without having to talk to someone about it and then worry that they're going to tell someone. This is where I got the idea to link barrier blastia to people, because we have barriers ourselves, and we only let in people that we trust, and if we don't trust them, or don't want to be around them, we build a barrier around ourselves, letting them know that they aren't welcome.
And Flynn's experience with the sword was based around the time I picked up a blade for the first time in my life and used it on myself. I would have mentioned this before, but I didn't want to spoil it for you guys.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter more than the last one, I don't know if I'll be able to give you all quick updates, because I have exams, then I'm going caravanning with my best friend for a week, then I'll be back for a bit, then I'll be setting off for Ty Newydd to do a creative writing trip with school, so I'm sorry if you'll be waiting a while for any new chapters, I hope it won't happen, I absolutely hate how long you guys have waited for these two chapters.
Please leave some lovely reviews, and again, I'm sorry if it's not the best quality, it was another mass-produced one. ^^;
~FantasyXDayDreamer.