Characters: Naaza, Rajura, Anubisu
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just manipulate them.
Comments: I know I need to finish a lot of stories, but bear with me. This might pan out into some yaoi-ness, or at least shonen-ai, so if you don't like that do us all the favor of walking off the nearest cliff. ;|
"So tell me again how great a fighter you are. What where your words? 'Yet to be bested?' " Once more his knuckles dug in, pushing Naaza further into his embarassement. A sneer spread across his face, Naaza left to wallow in the memory of Rajura proving him a liar. He'd been rather proud of himself, boasting to the silver-haired warrior of his new-found skill-- until Rajura had layed him out on the floor. The act had even been casual, as if Rajura was used to beating his fellow Masho. Once more Naaza looked up into that pale blue pool of smug superiority, fighting to hide the growl behind his words.
"Shut up." Childish yes, but it was all Naaza could think of, his situation made worse by a short laugh from the man grinding his knee into Naaza's stomach.
"Poetic. Yet sad. Was that the best you could come up with?" Once more the sneer, almost feral on Rajura's pale features. Naaza simply bit his lip, refusing to allow Rajura any more opportunity to make a fool of him. In an effort to save some dignity he looked away, biting down harder when he realized tears were welling.
Another peel of laughter ripped through the air as Rajura stood, releasing Naaza from what was becoming a living hell. This incident wouldn't usually make him so bitter, but this was only one incident in what was a pattern of humiliation, his two fellows taking out their feelings of uselessness on him. Since the ruination of Arago, Naaza had become a human punching bag for Anubisu and Rajura, the two seeming to enjoy it. They usually appologized, but Naaza was beginning to wonder if they even meant it anymore. Anger welled in him as he stood, anger at Rajura's still smug grin, and anger at his own weakness. He allowed one more bitter glare before turning away. Protestations were heard from the Masho behind him as he went, even a few appologies heard, though they were soon lost when Naaza fell into the deepening wallow of self pity he was finding himself in more and more these past few days. He ignored all else, shutting out the world when he shut his door, alone.