Touch the Sky

by Faulty Paragon

Mercury Black wasn't made in a day. Without a Semblance, his legs, or anyone by his side, the world taught him far too quickly that power was all it took to succeed- and Mercury would need all the power he could get. He'd reach the sky eventually. -Mercury's life in canon, from childhood until V6 and beyond, explored through 100 drabbles using the 100 Prompts Challenge.

16. Excuses

A/N: Back at it again. Here's to hoping I can make a big dent on this over the next while. I'd like to finish up all my ongoing projects soon, after all.

Leave a comment if you're reading along! I'd like to see who's still following along with this story lol.

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Touch the Sky

16. Excuses

So this was life.

Every waking moment, he was training. When he was running up and down the hill or punching the sandbag his father had procured one day, his father never bothered him. Instead, the man would watch- taking a seat on the porch, glass of whisky in one hand, watching Mercury's sweat drip down his face as if Mercury were nothing more than an ant.

Mercury didn't want training to be all he had in life. Yet, even in his sleep, his dreams no longer contained memories of his Mama. No longer could he see her face when he closed his eyes.

This was the life she had wanted him to protect. So, he would.