Tears Of The Lioness
Chapter Three: Vicious Lioness, Fight the Hyperion Knight A/N: I warnin' you, Athena is really rough.please R/R! And Kali Randone, I know you think it's gruesome.but I like it that way! Hahahaha!
Seifer awoke that morning; feeling refreshed from the Potions Athena had given to him last night. He felt a bit stronger today too.
Strangely no dreams had plagued him in his sleep, and for once he finally felt that it was over. Daring to smile to himself, he went into the bathroom and took a shower, washing away all the tension that remained.
He stepped out of the shower stall and wrapped a towel around his waist. Going to the sink, he wiped the fog off the mirror and checked his face. His bruises and cuts were gone from his silky smooth face, though he was still pale. A day training in the sun would take care of that, he thought.
His heart stopped as he saw another face in the mirror, a slender, dark figure standing right behind him by the bathroom door. It was that girl, Athena, and she was staring at him in the mirror.
"What the hell--?!" He spun around, angry at the woman for coming in. But Athena was not there anymore, as if she never had been, and he looked into the mirror and she had vanished from there, too. He took a deep breath, thoroughly confused and a bit frightened. He ran out into his bedroom to see if he was there. She was not, and his door and window were both tightly locked. But he swore she'd been standing right there.
He grimaced. He hadn't been seeing things. She'd been right there! He got dressed, pulling on a fresh pair of blue pants and a new white crossed vest. He was partial to the style. He pulled on his gray trenchcoat with the red bloodcrosses, his black boots. He took Hyperion from out of its case, and oiled and polished it for the day of training. *****
Athena laid out a fresh saucer of milk for Sekhma to drink while she was gone, leaving the window open so she could roam. She had taken a strange fondness to the cat; it was strange because she had never taken a liking to anyone or anything so quickly. She sheathed her Hyperia and left her dorm for a day of training.
She was walking down the hallway when she saw Seifer advancing towards her, looking angry. Her fingers instinctively itched to touch her gunblade, but she kept the urge suppressed.
"What do you want, Seifer Almasy?" she asked calmly.
"How about some privacy?" he growled. "You think it's funny to walk into people's bathrooms and scare the living hell out of them?"
She frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid. I saw you in my mirror this morning. And you ran out before I turned around."
"I assure you, I was no where near your bathroom," Athena replied icily, giving him a look. "I don't even know where your dormitory is."
"I don't believe you," he said stubbornly.
"Would you believe my gunblade?" she demanded, itching to get into a fight. "How about it, Hyperion Knight? You and me. Right here, right now. Or.are you afraid?"
"Afraid? I'm not afraid of anything!" he protested angrily.
"We'll soon see, Knight!" she retorted back.
Seifer pulled out his Hyperion, and she her Hyperia. Simultaneously they lunged at each other, like two lions fighting for a scrap of meat, right there in the hallway by the dormitories.
Their gunblades clashed, sending sparks flying into the air. They clashed again and again, Seifer being beaten backward. A voice in the back of his head was nagging at him, telling him it may have been a bad idea to pick a fight with the girl. He ignored it, trying to block her blows.
Athena slashed again and again, unable to control herself, not wanting to. The feeling of finally being able to fight surged powerfully through her veins, like blood something swifter, pumping into her heart and shooting through her body in an endless rapid cycle. She relished each metallic clash, each hair-grazing miss made her tingle with morbid excitement. She felt at home as her instincts took over, ignoring the students that were stopping and observing the already heated battle.
Seifer tried to keep up with her swift movements, her slender, tall body packing more strength than he had thought possible. Her teeth were gritted in a vicious glare as her bluesilver eyes blazed with the rage of a hurricane as she swept like a ghost upon him, her glossy midnight hair sweeping behind her elegantly. He gasped as he had to reel backward to avoid a deadly blow to the neck; the tip of the blade just barely scraped the pale skin of his throat, leaving a hairline scratch that bled. He clasped his hand to his throat, seeing the blood staining his black-gloved fingertips.
"You're not playing, are you?!" Seifer cried incredulously, and Athena only glared murderously and struck at him again.
Each parry, each strike and block grew more intense. At one point their gunblades ground against each other and locked, each opponent trying to beat the other down. Seifer stared with a look of fury and bewilderment at Athena's face. She looked like she meant to kill him, and he was sure that if it were not for their crossed swords between them, she would have killed him with her bare hands. He had just enough time to glance at the silver lioness head around her neck before she pushed him away with the broad blade, gesturing him to come near with a manner similar to Seifer's when he had trained with Squall. He gripped his gunblade tighter and ran forward.
The sibling gunblades clashed together once more , Hyperia against Hyperion, and in one gallant sweep of the back of her gunblade Seifer was on his back, staring up with the Hyperia at his neck. He looked up at the midnight haired woman.
And everything seemed to stop.
He was lost for a moment. Her eyes were like silver and blue lightning intermingling in the darkness of the night, her labored, angry breaths like thunder in his ears, a continuous growl. Her ruby lips parted, teeth gritted in rage. Her strength was inexplicable, strength of a goddess dwelled within her mortal body.
She was a vicious lioness.
Her name is Sekhma.goddess of ferocity and virtue.
"By all that's holy, Hyperion Knight," she growled. "I should kill you now."
She brought her counterpart Griever down with merciless viciousness.
He closed his eyes, awaiting the end. But she withdrew Hyperia from his throat and sheathed it away.
She is known for her savage pride.and rare mercy.
Mercy? Athena thought to herself critically. No, she amended. Patience.
She waits in the darkness, patiently, for the day where she will face him again.
"What is going on here?!"
An old man walked into the scene, one known as Instructor Aki. "What are you doing, you two?! Don't you know the rules!? No fighting in the halls! Get your troublemaking asses down to discipline, right now! You think you're gonna get to be SeeDs with that conduct!?"
As the observers stared to dissipate away, and Aki left, Athena grabbed Seifer roughly by the wrist and pulled him up, their faces close as she spoke.
"Meet me in the Alcauld Plains at midnight. We'll finish this there," she growled softly, piercing his emerald eyes with hers.
He nodded firmly, still lost in her thunderstorm eyes. "Fine."
She released her iron grip on his wrist and bounded off for the discipline room, a storm of barely bridled rage. Seifer stood alone, staring at her figure as she swept away like an angry ghost, a sliver of darkness captured in the light of day.
She was amazing.
But a lioness guards her own.
A/N: Whaddya think? Heaven Lee, sorry, I think I kinda stole your idea with the mythology dialogue about Sekhma. I couldn't resist! Please review! Please!
Chapter Three: Vicious Lioness, Fight the Hyperion Knight A/N: I warnin' you, Athena is really rough.please R/R! And Kali Randone, I know you think it's gruesome.but I like it that way! Hahahaha!
Seifer awoke that morning; feeling refreshed from the Potions Athena had given to him last night. He felt a bit stronger today too.
Strangely no dreams had plagued him in his sleep, and for once he finally felt that it was over. Daring to smile to himself, he went into the bathroom and took a shower, washing away all the tension that remained.
He stepped out of the shower stall and wrapped a towel around his waist. Going to the sink, he wiped the fog off the mirror and checked his face. His bruises and cuts were gone from his silky smooth face, though he was still pale. A day training in the sun would take care of that, he thought.
His heart stopped as he saw another face in the mirror, a slender, dark figure standing right behind him by the bathroom door. It was that girl, Athena, and she was staring at him in the mirror.
"What the hell--?!" He spun around, angry at the woman for coming in. But Athena was not there anymore, as if she never had been, and he looked into the mirror and she had vanished from there, too. He took a deep breath, thoroughly confused and a bit frightened. He ran out into his bedroom to see if he was there. She was not, and his door and window were both tightly locked. But he swore she'd been standing right there.
He grimaced. He hadn't been seeing things. She'd been right there! He got dressed, pulling on a fresh pair of blue pants and a new white crossed vest. He was partial to the style. He pulled on his gray trenchcoat with the red bloodcrosses, his black boots. He took Hyperion from out of its case, and oiled and polished it for the day of training. *****
Athena laid out a fresh saucer of milk for Sekhma to drink while she was gone, leaving the window open so she could roam. She had taken a strange fondness to the cat; it was strange because she had never taken a liking to anyone or anything so quickly. She sheathed her Hyperia and left her dorm for a day of training.
She was walking down the hallway when she saw Seifer advancing towards her, looking angry. Her fingers instinctively itched to touch her gunblade, but she kept the urge suppressed.
"What do you want, Seifer Almasy?" she asked calmly.
"How about some privacy?" he growled. "You think it's funny to walk into people's bathrooms and scare the living hell out of them?"
She frowned. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play stupid. I saw you in my mirror this morning. And you ran out before I turned around."
"I assure you, I was no where near your bathroom," Athena replied icily, giving him a look. "I don't even know where your dormitory is."
"I don't believe you," he said stubbornly.
"Would you believe my gunblade?" she demanded, itching to get into a fight. "How about it, Hyperion Knight? You and me. Right here, right now. Or.are you afraid?"
"Afraid? I'm not afraid of anything!" he protested angrily.
"We'll soon see, Knight!" she retorted back.
Seifer pulled out his Hyperion, and she her Hyperia. Simultaneously they lunged at each other, like two lions fighting for a scrap of meat, right there in the hallway by the dormitories.
Their gunblades clashed, sending sparks flying into the air. They clashed again and again, Seifer being beaten backward. A voice in the back of his head was nagging at him, telling him it may have been a bad idea to pick a fight with the girl. He ignored it, trying to block her blows.
Athena slashed again and again, unable to control herself, not wanting to. The feeling of finally being able to fight surged powerfully through her veins, like blood something swifter, pumping into her heart and shooting through her body in an endless rapid cycle. She relished each metallic clash, each hair-grazing miss made her tingle with morbid excitement. She felt at home as her instincts took over, ignoring the students that were stopping and observing the already heated battle.
Seifer tried to keep up with her swift movements, her slender, tall body packing more strength than he had thought possible. Her teeth were gritted in a vicious glare as her bluesilver eyes blazed with the rage of a hurricane as she swept like a ghost upon him, her glossy midnight hair sweeping behind her elegantly. He gasped as he had to reel backward to avoid a deadly blow to the neck; the tip of the blade just barely scraped the pale skin of his throat, leaving a hairline scratch that bled. He clasped his hand to his throat, seeing the blood staining his black-gloved fingertips.
"You're not playing, are you?!" Seifer cried incredulously, and Athena only glared murderously and struck at him again.
Each parry, each strike and block grew more intense. At one point their gunblades ground against each other and locked, each opponent trying to beat the other down. Seifer stared with a look of fury and bewilderment at Athena's face. She looked like she meant to kill him, and he was sure that if it were not for their crossed swords between them, she would have killed him with her bare hands. He had just enough time to glance at the silver lioness head around her neck before she pushed him away with the broad blade, gesturing him to come near with a manner similar to Seifer's when he had trained with Squall. He gripped his gunblade tighter and ran forward.
The sibling gunblades clashed together once more , Hyperia against Hyperion, and in one gallant sweep of the back of her gunblade Seifer was on his back, staring up with the Hyperia at his neck. He looked up at the midnight haired woman.
And everything seemed to stop.
He was lost for a moment. Her eyes were like silver and blue lightning intermingling in the darkness of the night, her labored, angry breaths like thunder in his ears, a continuous growl. Her ruby lips parted, teeth gritted in rage. Her strength was inexplicable, strength of a goddess dwelled within her mortal body.
She was a vicious lioness.
Her name is Sekhma.goddess of ferocity and virtue.
"By all that's holy, Hyperion Knight," she growled. "I should kill you now."
She brought her counterpart Griever down with merciless viciousness.
He closed his eyes, awaiting the end. But she withdrew Hyperia from his throat and sheathed it away.
She is known for her savage pride.and rare mercy.
Mercy? Athena thought to herself critically. No, she amended. Patience.
She waits in the darkness, patiently, for the day where she will face him again.
"What is going on here?!"
An old man walked into the scene, one known as Instructor Aki. "What are you doing, you two?! Don't you know the rules!? No fighting in the halls! Get your troublemaking asses down to discipline, right now! You think you're gonna get to be SeeDs with that conduct!?"
As the observers stared to dissipate away, and Aki left, Athena grabbed Seifer roughly by the wrist and pulled him up, their faces close as she spoke.
"Meet me in the Alcauld Plains at midnight. We'll finish this there," she growled softly, piercing his emerald eyes with hers.
He nodded firmly, still lost in her thunderstorm eyes. "Fine."
She released her iron grip on his wrist and bounded off for the discipline room, a storm of barely bridled rage. Seifer stood alone, staring at her figure as she swept away like an angry ghost, a sliver of darkness captured in the light of day.
She was amazing.
But a lioness guards her own.
A/N: Whaddya think? Heaven Lee, sorry, I think I kinda stole your idea with the mythology dialogue about Sekhma. I couldn't resist! Please review! Please!