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A/N: People have been wanting Shounen-Ai's, so yea. Probably later on though. But I'm not telling who or when. Just later. Lol. THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS! Oh yea, I'll be posting once a week every Friday if things go good, oki. THANKS!!!!
Our eyes looked into each other's, mine with fear. his with disgust and hate. I will never understand that. Neither will half the Al Bhed population. Why do they hate us so much, what did we do?
Well I had little time to debate apon that, because right when I was thinking it he somehow got into my mind and cut me off as soon as he spoke. "As you know." He began, his voice a slow drawl. slurring most of his s's and stretching out his e's, due to old age. Which brings up another question: How old is he? Wait, that's none of my business. I shake my head, blinking a little trying to focus on what he was saying. This time I was focused.
"As you should know." He began, his head turned towards Baralai and Nooj. As if I was some useless dog who just sits around to wait for his master. "I am old and fragile, with weak bones. My rein over Spira will come to an end soon.." And that is all I heard before my brain tuned out again. I turned my head to look at Baralai and Nooj, who were, unsurprisingly, staring attentively at Mika, like he had some sort of blitz ball in his hand and he was taunting them with it, getting ready to throw it.
Heh heh, now who's the dog?
I put my hands behind my back and continued to study Nooj and Gippal look up to Mika until it got sickening. and boring. I turned around and took a step towards one of the exotic plants that are in the corner, the feeling of not belonging growing within me by the minute. I poked at one of the purple and brown leafs of one of the plants, turning it around and plucking at it with my right hand, my left hand still behind my back.
"And you, Al Bhed boy." Came the bitter voice of Mika from a distance behind me. I felt like telling him a had a name, then ignoring him until he addressed me by it, but a held my tongue for the sake of our Squad. if we get in. I turned around and put my hands behind my back again, my gaze going back to Mika's hateful eyes. Eyes that Baralai and Nooj have never had apon them. I automatically look to the ground as he speaks.
"Al Bhed boy, you have been rewarded to Serve for Spira in Yeven's name. You now have no choice whether or not you want to serve, as Yeven has chosen you out of its grace, offering you a chance of redemption from your shady past as an Al Bhed. I suggest that you forget your old ways as a heathen to Yevens name, and convert to Yeven." He cleared his throat; his ever bearing eyes loosening their grip on me and turning back to Baralai and Nooj. I felt so small. so alone. That was harsh.
I sat on a bed that a self proclaimed mine in my room, if you can call it that, more like a bunk to me. The walls were made out of steel, and so was the floor, and those damn florescent lights lit the room. If I could rip out those lights I would, but I cant because there're in 'Yeven's' name. There are 2 other beds lined up on the walls, as my bed is on the front wall exactly opposite of the steel door, one bed is up against the left wall and another is up against the right. A small polished ply wood desk is in the left corner beside the door, also against the wall, and a small oil lamp rests on the desk, beside a quill and a jar of ink. Ha! Yea right if I would ever use a quill and ink, I may have just gotten dissed by Yeven, but I still have my pride as an Al Bhed and nothing will ever change that. Besides what they don't know won't hurt them.
At the moment my head was tilted down and a transparent screen was issuing itself torpidly out of a black keyboard marked with Al Bhed numbers and signals. If Mika new I had this, he would have my ass for sure. The screen lit up the whole room with an artificial light, reflecting off of my black goggles that I still had on from when I was with Mika. I still had everything on from earlier today: A tan/red/brown suit that unzips from the outside, but the zipper is hidden and only other Al Bheds know where it is. My usual black boots that came out in slits at the feet of the suit, then returns water, air, and temperature controlled and tan gloves that fit specifically with my hands. Infact, the only skin that showed was my head, and I can control that too. My hair was it's usual: Blond and spiked up, as that's how t naturally is, and I don't have the time or the thought of changing it.
I pointed to a file and it opened ((the Mezutran is a touch pad Comp)) revealing a number a Spira's primers that I have collected in my home, Bikanel. I did not know Spiran at this time, nor was I willing to learn it. But if I was going to attempt to get on the Yevenite's good side, I have to do what I have to do.
A list of words and numbers popped up on my screen, and a studied them for at least an hour with no interruption. I think that Baralai was somewhere studying his priesthood or some shit, and Nooj well, ha ha. I think I know what Nooj was doing. Don't get me wrong, I have only known these guys for 2 months at the most when I just came to this academy and it was their first time here too, but they are pretty predictable when it comes to their day to day lives. I could have gotten placed with anybody else in this place, but somehow I knew that I would get placed with them: The Boner and the Prude.
I automatically looked up as a heard and saw the doorknob being opened, and pressed a button on my keyboard, making the screen disappear in less then a split second. I leaned forward and slid the keyboard under my bed, just as the black gloved hand of Nooj cracked open the door.
I leaned back on my bed, putting my hands behind my head and tilting my head to the side so that I can just see him on the other side of the door. My eye was slightly opened so that it would appear that I was asleep while I was eavesdropping.
I could barely see someone there in front of him, but I knew it was a female by the sound of her voice. Nooj's back was towards the door, and the girl was short, that's why I could barely see her over Nooj's shoulder. His gloved hand still had a hold on the doorknob, his other hand I couldn't see. I could see though that the girl was another blond..
"So." She said, her voice sounded sexy. that's a plus. "When's the next time? You were great tonight."
My mouth slightly dropped as a heard this, but I slowly regrouped myself and listened, as there was nothing better to do.
"Hmm." Came Nooj. "I don't know when. I got accepted as an official CS fighter. That's going to take up a lot of my time."
"Oh Noojie Woojie. Your such a brave man."
Then for two minutes straight all I heard was sickening making out noises. Maybe a moan here or there. Noises that I haven't heard for a while. Then it got quiet
Then Nooj came into the room, closing the door softly behind him. I closed my eye completely as he turned around and walked to his bead, taking off his black shoes, then his black glove. He let out a sigh and a cracked open my eye to see if it was safe. It was and I stared at him as he took off his shirt, his abs rippling with his every movement.
I closed my eye, realizing that I was staring, and that he was about to take off his pants. As soon as a closed it I felt eyes on me, and I heard one of Nooj's famous smirks in my direction.
Revelation
uneasily
A/N: People have been wanting Shounen-Ai's, so yea. Probably later on though. But I'm not telling who or when. Just later. Lol. THANK YOU FOR REVIEWS! Oh yea, I'll be posting once a week every Friday if things go good, oki. THANKS!!!!
Our eyes looked into each other's, mine with fear. his with disgust and hate. I will never understand that. Neither will half the Al Bhed population. Why do they hate us so much, what did we do?
Well I had little time to debate apon that, because right when I was thinking it he somehow got into my mind and cut me off as soon as he spoke. "As you know." He began, his voice a slow drawl. slurring most of his s's and stretching out his e's, due to old age. Which brings up another question: How old is he? Wait, that's none of my business. I shake my head, blinking a little trying to focus on what he was saying. This time I was focused.
"As you should know." He began, his head turned towards Baralai and Nooj. As if I was some useless dog who just sits around to wait for his master. "I am old and fragile, with weak bones. My rein over Spira will come to an end soon.." And that is all I heard before my brain tuned out again. I turned my head to look at Baralai and Nooj, who were, unsurprisingly, staring attentively at Mika, like he had some sort of blitz ball in his hand and he was taunting them with it, getting ready to throw it.
Heh heh, now who's the dog?
I put my hands behind my back and continued to study Nooj and Gippal look up to Mika until it got sickening. and boring. I turned around and took a step towards one of the exotic plants that are in the corner, the feeling of not belonging growing within me by the minute. I poked at one of the purple and brown leafs of one of the plants, turning it around and plucking at it with my right hand, my left hand still behind my back.
"And you, Al Bhed boy." Came the bitter voice of Mika from a distance behind me. I felt like telling him a had a name, then ignoring him until he addressed me by it, but a held my tongue for the sake of our Squad. if we get in. I turned around and put my hands behind my back again, my gaze going back to Mika's hateful eyes. Eyes that Baralai and Nooj have never had apon them. I automatically look to the ground as he speaks.
"Al Bhed boy, you have been rewarded to Serve for Spira in Yeven's name. You now have no choice whether or not you want to serve, as Yeven has chosen you out of its grace, offering you a chance of redemption from your shady past as an Al Bhed. I suggest that you forget your old ways as a heathen to Yevens name, and convert to Yeven." He cleared his throat; his ever bearing eyes loosening their grip on me and turning back to Baralai and Nooj. I felt so small. so alone. That was harsh.
I sat on a bed that a self proclaimed mine in my room, if you can call it that, more like a bunk to me. The walls were made out of steel, and so was the floor, and those damn florescent lights lit the room. If I could rip out those lights I would, but I cant because there're in 'Yeven's' name. There are 2 other beds lined up on the walls, as my bed is on the front wall exactly opposite of the steel door, one bed is up against the left wall and another is up against the right. A small polished ply wood desk is in the left corner beside the door, also against the wall, and a small oil lamp rests on the desk, beside a quill and a jar of ink. Ha! Yea right if I would ever use a quill and ink, I may have just gotten dissed by Yeven, but I still have my pride as an Al Bhed and nothing will ever change that. Besides what they don't know won't hurt them.
At the moment my head was tilted down and a transparent screen was issuing itself torpidly out of a black keyboard marked with Al Bhed numbers and signals. If Mika new I had this, he would have my ass for sure. The screen lit up the whole room with an artificial light, reflecting off of my black goggles that I still had on from when I was with Mika. I still had everything on from earlier today: A tan/red/brown suit that unzips from the outside, but the zipper is hidden and only other Al Bheds know where it is. My usual black boots that came out in slits at the feet of the suit, then returns water, air, and temperature controlled and tan gloves that fit specifically with my hands. Infact, the only skin that showed was my head, and I can control that too. My hair was it's usual: Blond and spiked up, as that's how t naturally is, and I don't have the time or the thought of changing it.
I pointed to a file and it opened ((the Mezutran is a touch pad Comp)) revealing a number a Spira's primers that I have collected in my home, Bikanel. I did not know Spiran at this time, nor was I willing to learn it. But if I was going to attempt to get on the Yevenite's good side, I have to do what I have to do.
A list of words and numbers popped up on my screen, and a studied them for at least an hour with no interruption. I think that Baralai was somewhere studying his priesthood or some shit, and Nooj well, ha ha. I think I know what Nooj was doing. Don't get me wrong, I have only known these guys for 2 months at the most when I just came to this academy and it was their first time here too, but they are pretty predictable when it comes to their day to day lives. I could have gotten placed with anybody else in this place, but somehow I knew that I would get placed with them: The Boner and the Prude.
I automatically looked up as a heard and saw the doorknob being opened, and pressed a button on my keyboard, making the screen disappear in less then a split second. I leaned forward and slid the keyboard under my bed, just as the black gloved hand of Nooj cracked open the door.
I leaned back on my bed, putting my hands behind my head and tilting my head to the side so that I can just see him on the other side of the door. My eye was slightly opened so that it would appear that I was asleep while I was eavesdropping.
I could barely see someone there in front of him, but I knew it was a female by the sound of her voice. Nooj's back was towards the door, and the girl was short, that's why I could barely see her over Nooj's shoulder. His gloved hand still had a hold on the doorknob, his other hand I couldn't see. I could see though that the girl was another blond..
"So." She said, her voice sounded sexy. that's a plus. "When's the next time? You were great tonight."
My mouth slightly dropped as a heard this, but I slowly regrouped myself and listened, as there was nothing better to do.
"Hmm." Came Nooj. "I don't know when. I got accepted as an official CS fighter. That's going to take up a lot of my time."
"Oh Noojie Woojie. Your such a brave man."
Then for two minutes straight all I heard was sickening making out noises. Maybe a moan here or there. Noises that I haven't heard for a while. Then it got quiet
Then Nooj came into the room, closing the door softly behind him. I closed my eye completely as he turned around and walked to his bead, taking off his black shoes, then his black glove. He let out a sigh and a cracked open my eye to see if it was safe. It was and I stared at him as he took off his shirt, his abs rippling with his every movement.
I closed my eye, realizing that I was staring, and that he was about to take off his pants. As soon as a closed it I felt eyes on me, and I heard one of Nooj's famous smirks in my direction.
Revelation
uneasily
