Whee! n.n As promised, a new chapter. I like this one, I'm such a weirdo.
There's only a few more chapters to come, kids, then probably a second
part. o.o How scary. Review to yell at me for what I've done!
No one had known Tomoyuki better than Roy had. The warrior and the mage were like night and day, and everyone always says that opposites attract. While in training, the pair shared a room, and thus spent most of their time together. They ate, slept, trained, studied, and played together. However, Roy did things for fun, while Tomoyuki was businesslike even about his play. Where the redhead loved to impress the crowd, the blonde was always in any show for the money or the prize.
"My hand, my hand! You cut off my hand!!"
After Roy gained ownership of the Sword of Seals, he heard little from Tomoyuki. Roy was all wrapped up in his political studies, but he would occasionally catch word that Tomoyuki was working at some noble's stable or apprenticed to a local blacksmith. Last he'd heard, Tomoyuki was apprenticed to one of the wizards who lived on the outskirts of the kingdom. Judging by the long black robes and the ability to possess, Roy assumed that his former friend was indeed still a mage and probably still residing in his master's quarters.
The swordsman had struggled along for hours until he came to the gloomy mansion that was Tomoyuki's new home. Gotta love the suburbs, right? He plodded up the gloomy gray walkway and clunked up the long staircase to the front door. Growling, he took a hold of the brass knocker and tore it right off the wooden door, splintering a weak spot in the postern. There was no more need for finesse. The closest thing Roy had to a lover had been stolen.
Frankly, this was war.
--
"Your revenge?!" Marth practically squeaked as he struggled against his bonds. He was about to faint from horror. "I've had no part in this, though! I didn't even know Roy back then, and I certainly didn't know you! This isn't my fight, I shouldn't be a casualty! Please, not my hands, I need them!" Tomoyuki sadistically grinned, lifting his blade higher. "I know."
He was about to bring the lethal weapon down on Marth's wrists when he heard a cracking sound outside the room's door. "Oh my!" he grinned, "It sounds like our company is here! Sit right here, your highness, and I'll bring him right in!" Tomoyuki glided to the door in a fit of ecstasy; Roy was right on time! The mage opened the chamber door to let just a small shaft of light inside the black room, and he swiftly exited.
After slicing the big oaken doors right off their hinges, Roy had stormed into the main hall of the mansion. He was wheezing and growling, clutching his stomach tightly. His wounds were aching, and that only served to make him more irate. Thus, when he set his lavender gaze on Tomoyuki, it appeared to the latter that his oculars were more crimson than purple. "So nice to see you again, old friend!" the mage grinned, descending his main staircase. His personage seemed to blend right in with the house; his hair all white, his robes so black, his pigmentation so gray-toned that it admixed right in with the dark, drab drapery of the chateau. Roy, however, stuck out like a sore thumb in this atmosphere, his blue and silver armor clashing with all the blackness.
The towheaded swordsman growled, hardly able to contain his pain and his anger as he approached Tomoyuki. "Where is he?" he snarled. "Where did you take Marth?!" Tomoyuki sighed boredly. "Oh, that prince? He was no fun at all! Hardly put up a struggle towards the end." He idly examined the blade of his weapon. "Just that hopeless moaning and whimpering, so typical of a pansy." The mage lifted his eyes and had to quickly duck under Roy's swift swing. "I'll murder you!"
Marth perked as he heard voices and the sound of clashing blades just outside the door. Roy had come for him! But would he be successful in defeating Tomoyuki? As the door to his lonely chamber gradually opened, Marth saw nothing but Tomoyuki's backside and the flash of blades in front of him. Tomoyuki was being backed into the room, so Roy must be winning! But Tomoyuki was backing up all the way across the room, very far. Very close to Marth.
Roy was enraged, violently attempting to tear Tomoyuki's weapon away from him. "I'll kill you for what you did to him!" he cried, jabbing and slashing and aiming straight for his head - for Tomoyuki didn't have a heart. With one powerful slash, he ripped Tomoyuki's scythe away from him, sending it sliding across the floor, and Roy grinned as he lifted the fiery Sword of Seals over his head. "It's over, Tomoyuki," he snarled as he brought his blade downward.
Roy had forgotten one thing about Tomoyuki, however. Thus, he was unprepared when the mage vanished from his spot. Roy mercilessly slammed his sword down until the blade met whatever was unfortunate enough to be below it.
Only afterwards did he notice.
Roy was surprised, even happy to see that Marth was alive, was even in the same room with him. His eyes lit up as they caught sight of Marth's face. The redheaded warrior was elated. "Marth, you're alive! From what Tomoyuki said, I thought you'd been- ." Roy stopped short, for Marth didn't seem too happy to see him. The Altean's crystalline eyes were wide and watering, his complexion was deathly pale, and he was just starting to tremble. "Marth?" Roy questioned his friend, "What's wrong?" The swordsman slowly followed his friend's downcast gaze.
Marth's left hand was still chained to the ottoman, fastened by a cold steel binding that hugged his arm just below the wrist. His right hand, however, lay limp and lifeless on the upholstery, separated from his arm by the bloodied blade of the Sword of Seals.
Roy had cleanly severed Marth's hand.
Violent, ne? Just a short note, here: No, Roy didn't sever Tomoyuki's hand intentionally. o.o Maybe I didn't make that very clear. He just slipped. But maybe it was one of those subconscious things . Another note! I'm saving the yaoi-ness for a pure Lemon story, coming soon to a monitor near you! n.n
No one had known Tomoyuki better than Roy had. The warrior and the mage were like night and day, and everyone always says that opposites attract. While in training, the pair shared a room, and thus spent most of their time together. They ate, slept, trained, studied, and played together. However, Roy did things for fun, while Tomoyuki was businesslike even about his play. Where the redhead loved to impress the crowd, the blonde was always in any show for the money or the prize.
"My hand, my hand! You cut off my hand!!"
After Roy gained ownership of the Sword of Seals, he heard little from Tomoyuki. Roy was all wrapped up in his political studies, but he would occasionally catch word that Tomoyuki was working at some noble's stable or apprenticed to a local blacksmith. Last he'd heard, Tomoyuki was apprenticed to one of the wizards who lived on the outskirts of the kingdom. Judging by the long black robes and the ability to possess, Roy assumed that his former friend was indeed still a mage and probably still residing in his master's quarters.
The swordsman had struggled along for hours until he came to the gloomy mansion that was Tomoyuki's new home. Gotta love the suburbs, right? He plodded up the gloomy gray walkway and clunked up the long staircase to the front door. Growling, he took a hold of the brass knocker and tore it right off the wooden door, splintering a weak spot in the postern. There was no more need for finesse. The closest thing Roy had to a lover had been stolen.
Frankly, this was war.
--
"Your revenge?!" Marth practically squeaked as he struggled against his bonds. He was about to faint from horror. "I've had no part in this, though! I didn't even know Roy back then, and I certainly didn't know you! This isn't my fight, I shouldn't be a casualty! Please, not my hands, I need them!" Tomoyuki sadistically grinned, lifting his blade higher. "I know."
He was about to bring the lethal weapon down on Marth's wrists when he heard a cracking sound outside the room's door. "Oh my!" he grinned, "It sounds like our company is here! Sit right here, your highness, and I'll bring him right in!" Tomoyuki glided to the door in a fit of ecstasy; Roy was right on time! The mage opened the chamber door to let just a small shaft of light inside the black room, and he swiftly exited.
After slicing the big oaken doors right off their hinges, Roy had stormed into the main hall of the mansion. He was wheezing and growling, clutching his stomach tightly. His wounds were aching, and that only served to make him more irate. Thus, when he set his lavender gaze on Tomoyuki, it appeared to the latter that his oculars were more crimson than purple. "So nice to see you again, old friend!" the mage grinned, descending his main staircase. His personage seemed to blend right in with the house; his hair all white, his robes so black, his pigmentation so gray-toned that it admixed right in with the dark, drab drapery of the chateau. Roy, however, stuck out like a sore thumb in this atmosphere, his blue and silver armor clashing with all the blackness.
The towheaded swordsman growled, hardly able to contain his pain and his anger as he approached Tomoyuki. "Where is he?" he snarled. "Where did you take Marth?!" Tomoyuki sighed boredly. "Oh, that prince? He was no fun at all! Hardly put up a struggle towards the end." He idly examined the blade of his weapon. "Just that hopeless moaning and whimpering, so typical of a pansy." The mage lifted his eyes and had to quickly duck under Roy's swift swing. "I'll murder you!"
Marth perked as he heard voices and the sound of clashing blades just outside the door. Roy had come for him! But would he be successful in defeating Tomoyuki? As the door to his lonely chamber gradually opened, Marth saw nothing but Tomoyuki's backside and the flash of blades in front of him. Tomoyuki was being backed into the room, so Roy must be winning! But Tomoyuki was backing up all the way across the room, very far. Very close to Marth.
Roy was enraged, violently attempting to tear Tomoyuki's weapon away from him. "I'll kill you for what you did to him!" he cried, jabbing and slashing and aiming straight for his head - for Tomoyuki didn't have a heart. With one powerful slash, he ripped Tomoyuki's scythe away from him, sending it sliding across the floor, and Roy grinned as he lifted the fiery Sword of Seals over his head. "It's over, Tomoyuki," he snarled as he brought his blade downward.
Roy had forgotten one thing about Tomoyuki, however. Thus, he was unprepared when the mage vanished from his spot. Roy mercilessly slammed his sword down until the blade met whatever was unfortunate enough to be below it.
Only afterwards did he notice.
Roy was surprised, even happy to see that Marth was alive, was even in the same room with him. His eyes lit up as they caught sight of Marth's face. The redheaded warrior was elated. "Marth, you're alive! From what Tomoyuki said, I thought you'd been- ." Roy stopped short, for Marth didn't seem too happy to see him. The Altean's crystalline eyes were wide and watering, his complexion was deathly pale, and he was just starting to tremble. "Marth?" Roy questioned his friend, "What's wrong?" The swordsman slowly followed his friend's downcast gaze.
Marth's left hand was still chained to the ottoman, fastened by a cold steel binding that hugged his arm just below the wrist. His right hand, however, lay limp and lifeless on the upholstery, separated from his arm by the bloodied blade of the Sword of Seals.
Roy had cleanly severed Marth's hand.
Violent, ne? Just a short note, here: No, Roy didn't sever Tomoyuki's hand intentionally. o.o Maybe I didn't make that very clear. He just slipped. But maybe it was one of those subconscious things . Another note! I'm saving the yaoi-ness for a pure Lemon story, coming soon to a monitor near you! n.n