Dagger to My Heart
-Mystik Surreality-
ANchuckles I don't think a "Rude Awakening" actually fully describes this.
SummaryShe was the only survivor of her world's destruction... and he has locked his heart away from the world after the destruction of his. Can they bring each other back into the light, before the darkness destroys them?
Chapter Five A Rude Awakening
Peaceful dreaming and a soft bed were quickly replaced by surprise as Dagger was hauled out of bed and into the bathroom where a cold shower was waiting for her. Thrown in with only mild amounts of concern for her welfare, she screeched when the cold water soaked her sleep shirt and froze her.
"Better. You're awake at least."
She looked up, glaring, to find Leon standing cooly in the doorway. She shivered in anger and cold before opening her mouth to speak. He cut her off.
"All things considered, I'll give you another fifteen minutes before I come looking for you again." he commented.
Her jaw dropped. "What do you think you're doing?!" she snapped.
"You're late for the training field, Dagger." he commented smoothly. She stood up and pointed a wet arm at him.
"What makes you think you've any right to-" she started to protest.
"I have every right, Dagger!" he snapped. She started, realizing just how angry he was now. "I'm responsible for making sure the next time you get attack, you and everyone with you comes out alive."
She paled and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Now, get yourself a shower." he extended a cup of something warm and nutty tasting. "Drink up and I'll see you outside in fifteen."
She nodded meekly as he left and she quickly showered and dressed for the day.
She never expected hell on earth was called 'training' here. Even though she was in pretty good shape, she was panting and sweating before half an hour was gone.
"Leon, I'm-"
He jabbed with his practice stick and she jumped, barely knocking it aside before it caught her in the side. She'd already taken a hit to her side... three times. It hurt enough without more.
Smirking, and breathing a little deeper than he had been, he tossed the stick aside and drew his sword. She paled.
"Live steel will break this wooden rod in half." she protested.
He nodded slowly. "I don't want you to use the rod." he gestured at her other weapons, always at her waist. Stalking towards her, she retreated a few steps.
"I.. I ... But I can't!" she panted. He paused.
"Why not?" he asked lightly. She swallowed hard.
"I just can't." she half sobbed. He grabbed her arm, sliding his gloved hand down her arm to her hand. She shivered a little. The leather was soft against her skin. Her cheeks colored a little.
He placed her hand on the hilt of one of the daggers. She winced.
"No, please." she whispered, eyes closed. He looked into her face, intently.
"You can't hesitate." he insisted, closing her fingers around the hilt and pulling it free. She winced, but as he removed his hand she kept holding it. She opened her eyes and stared down at the steel. He nodded slightly, confirming something in his mind. "Now... can you wield them?"
She looked up at him like she was surprised to see him standing there. "I've never wielded them before." she replied quietly.
"We'll start slow then."
Slow, it turned out, was still hell. Dagger was stiff and sore and barely managed to climb the stairs back to her room before she was forced to sit down and rest for a moment.
She heard an amused chuckle from the doorway. "I see you've had a workout with Leon, then."
Dagger tried to glance sideways, but her neck muscles protested.
"Yes... I think he worked me harder than he should have." she murmured. Aerith smirked and brandished a bottle of cream that smelled a bit like cloves.
"Oh, he works us all that hard." she handed the jar to Dagger. "After you bathe, give your sore muscles a good rubdown with that. It'll help get the ache out at least."
Dagger looked up at Aerith with watery eyes of adoration.
"You are a god, Aerith." Dagger mumbled. Aerith just smiled
-Mystik Surreality-
ANchuckles I don't think a "Rude Awakening" actually fully describes this.
SummaryShe was the only survivor of her world's destruction... and he has locked his heart away from the world after the destruction of his. Can they bring each other back into the light, before the darkness destroys them?
Chapter Five A Rude Awakening
Peaceful dreaming and a soft bed were quickly replaced by surprise as Dagger was hauled out of bed and into the bathroom where a cold shower was waiting for her. Thrown in with only mild amounts of concern for her welfare, she screeched when the cold water soaked her sleep shirt and froze her.
"Better. You're awake at least."
She looked up, glaring, to find Leon standing cooly in the doorway. She shivered in anger and cold before opening her mouth to speak. He cut her off.
"All things considered, I'll give you another fifteen minutes before I come looking for you again." he commented.
Her jaw dropped. "What do you think you're doing?!" she snapped.
"You're late for the training field, Dagger." he commented smoothly. She stood up and pointed a wet arm at him.
"What makes you think you've any right to-" she started to protest.
"I have every right, Dagger!" he snapped. She started, realizing just how angry he was now. "I'm responsible for making sure the next time you get attack, you and everyone with you comes out alive."
She paled and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
"Now, get yourself a shower." he extended a cup of something warm and nutty tasting. "Drink up and I'll see you outside in fifteen."
She nodded meekly as he left and she quickly showered and dressed for the day.
She never expected hell on earth was called 'training' here. Even though she was in pretty good shape, she was panting and sweating before half an hour was gone.
"Leon, I'm-"
He jabbed with his practice stick and she jumped, barely knocking it aside before it caught her in the side. She'd already taken a hit to her side... three times. It hurt enough without more.
Smirking, and breathing a little deeper than he had been, he tossed the stick aside and drew his sword. She paled.
"Live steel will break this wooden rod in half." she protested.
He nodded slowly. "I don't want you to use the rod." he gestured at her other weapons, always at her waist. Stalking towards her, she retreated a few steps.
"I.. I ... But I can't!" she panted. He paused.
"Why not?" he asked lightly. She swallowed hard.
"I just can't." she half sobbed. He grabbed her arm, sliding his gloved hand down her arm to her hand. She shivered a little. The leather was soft against her skin. Her cheeks colored a little.
He placed her hand on the hilt of one of the daggers. She winced.
"No, please." she whispered, eyes closed. He looked into her face, intently.
"You can't hesitate." he insisted, closing her fingers around the hilt and pulling it free. She winced, but as he removed his hand she kept holding it. She opened her eyes and stared down at the steel. He nodded slightly, confirming something in his mind. "Now... can you wield them?"
She looked up at him like she was surprised to see him standing there. "I've never wielded them before." she replied quietly.
"We'll start slow then."
Slow, it turned out, was still hell. Dagger was stiff and sore and barely managed to climb the stairs back to her room before she was forced to sit down and rest for a moment.
She heard an amused chuckle from the doorway. "I see you've had a workout with Leon, then."
Dagger tried to glance sideways, but her neck muscles protested.
"Yes... I think he worked me harder than he should have." she murmured. Aerith smirked and brandished a bottle of cream that smelled a bit like cloves.
"Oh, he works us all that hard." she handed the jar to Dagger. "After you bathe, give your sore muscles a good rubdown with that. It'll help get the ache out at least."
Dagger looked up at Aerith with watery eyes of adoration.
"You are a god, Aerith." Dagger mumbled. Aerith just smiled