Disclaimer: *chants* I don't own the Ronins... I don't own the Ronins..
A/N: Thank you to all of you who wrote reviews. They are quite encouraging- so encouraging that I pumped out another chapter of the story. Once again, I really appreciate the support- it's what makes me tick, my friends. Away we go!
"We have to...help him by using the powers of our armors," Sage said reluctantly.
"The whole thing could backfire and we could be in an even worse position from where we started!" Rowen said forcefully.
"Well, I don't wanna sit here and wait for something bad to happen. If having more things go wrong is even possible." Kento said, sounding agitated. He started to pace across the room with his arms crossed behind his back. He began muttering barely audible words.
"He said we couldn't see it. How are supposed to fight it?" Cye pondered aloud.
"You're actually listening to what he was saying?" Rowen questioned.
"Rowen, Ryo's not stupid. He's logical, usually." Sage retorted.
"I didn't say he was. But, you know how emotional he can get sometimes. Yeah, he may try to hide it, but we can all tell when he's trying to hide something."
"Wait, guys," Cye said as he stepped in between Rowen and Sage, "Stop arguing for now. If what Ryo was talking about was real or even if it wasn't, we have no way of finding out. His mind may be troubled, but we're going to have to help his body."
"Let's go back to discussing healing. We have to use to power of the armors." Sage said.
"We have to use the power of the armors? What are we gonna do? Bash Ryo to death?" Kento questioned.
"Kento, lay off." Rowen ordered.
"Sorry guys. But that sounds like a bad idea. We could kill Ryo in his condition. Plus, what if a bad thing happens to use while we have our armors on? We're not all-powerful. Remember what happened last time? We were captured! The once invincible Ronin Warriors kidnapped, while wearing their armor- their sacred armor!" Kento shouted hysterically.
"That was a different time. We're stronger now." Sage said sounding like he was trying to convince himself.
"I don't care if we're in danger. Neither should you, Kento. I thought you were more altruistic," Rowen stated.
"So, now you've changed sides, Rowen? And leave it to you to use big words when we're in a mess" Kento asked.
"Kento, don't say sides, you make this thing sound like a war. Sacred protection or not, let's suit up boys!" Sage bellowed into the cold twilight.
"Aw, I can't believe you said that! Suit up? What is this, 1989?" Kento exclaimed.
"Dammit, Kento. Just do it." Sage cried in frustration.
The bonds holding him were gone. He was alone. Once the invisible bonds had vanished, he had fallen to the ground. Not allowing himself to cry over a nightmare any longer, he lazed in a trance. Swallowing was a chore; he felt the tears beginning to well up inside once again.
"Weakling!" he muttered to himself, "You overthrew the greatest evil of the world, and yet, you cry for a vision. Why? I hate you, weakling! You were always weak. You're alone because no one cares for you! Do you really think they care about you, or your sacred armor? You shed one tear, and you will shed no more!" He put his head in his hands and proved to himself that he had weaknesses- he had shed a tear.
Whether hours passed or seconds crawled, he did not know. That tear fell for the fear that he bottled inside. The tear streamed for his loneliness in the life he lived. He knew the tear that descended from the corner of his eye represented a bead of his own weakness. During that spell of time, he knew he could hide not hide from his weaknesses.
"I will die weak." Ryo repeated the words as if they were the prophecy of his destiny. The boy stood up and supported himself on shaking knees for a short moment. His legs gave way after a few cumbersome steps and he fell awkwardly to the cracked ground. Pushing himself to his hands and knees, he paused, breathing heavily. A flicker of black passed threw the corner of his eye. He froze, waiting. Cold sweat formed on the back of his neck. Blackness-himself. He noticed marks on his hands and arms. Lowering himself back down to a kneeling position on the ground, he sat to examine the symbols covering his skin. Giving them a closer inspection, he gasped. There were black tattoos etched into his skin. There was not an inch of his skin on his arms that was spared of the ink. The symbols were unrecognizable to him. It seemed as though they were in an alien language. He repositioned himself so he could thrust both arms together. The boy compared the symbols on his arms that were plaguing his skin. He noticed that both arms had the same print on the them.
The boy slid his fingers across the black ink, starting at his fingertips on his left arm. Tracing the figures, he followed them up to his shoulder, where they came to an abrupt stop, as though incomplete. Finding that he had given no thought to his outer appearance before discovering the symbols, the boy looked over himself, curious of the condition of his exterior. He realized that he had loose, russet pants that were fabricated from a pliable suede material. Discovering that he had no shirt on, he admonished himself in his thoughts. He hadn't even noticed that his chest was bare. Thinking back moments ago, he didn't remember the sensation of being bare-chested. He made a silent vow to explore his environment and his condition before confronting a situation. He attempted to force himself to forget what had happened earlier, whether it had been hours or seconds. He only wanted to focus on things he could control.
"Except for the fact that I can't control anything." He thought. Picking himself up, the boy journeyed for a destination unknown to himself.
A/N: Okay, that's the second chapter. Shorter than the last, but it's important to the story. In the next chapter, I will introduce a new character to the plot. *gasp* Yes, yes, more to come. As always, please review if you have the time- I value your thoughts.
A/N: Thank you to all of you who wrote reviews. They are quite encouraging- so encouraging that I pumped out another chapter of the story. Once again, I really appreciate the support- it's what makes me tick, my friends. Away we go!
"We have to...help him by using the powers of our armors," Sage said reluctantly.
"The whole thing could backfire and we could be in an even worse position from where we started!" Rowen said forcefully.
"Well, I don't wanna sit here and wait for something bad to happen. If having more things go wrong is even possible." Kento said, sounding agitated. He started to pace across the room with his arms crossed behind his back. He began muttering barely audible words.
"He said we couldn't see it. How are supposed to fight it?" Cye pondered aloud.
"You're actually listening to what he was saying?" Rowen questioned.
"Rowen, Ryo's not stupid. He's logical, usually." Sage retorted.
"I didn't say he was. But, you know how emotional he can get sometimes. Yeah, he may try to hide it, but we can all tell when he's trying to hide something."
"Wait, guys," Cye said as he stepped in between Rowen and Sage, "Stop arguing for now. If what Ryo was talking about was real or even if it wasn't, we have no way of finding out. His mind may be troubled, but we're going to have to help his body."
"Let's go back to discussing healing. We have to use to power of the armors." Sage said.
"We have to use the power of the armors? What are we gonna do? Bash Ryo to death?" Kento questioned.
"Kento, lay off." Rowen ordered.
"Sorry guys. But that sounds like a bad idea. We could kill Ryo in his condition. Plus, what if a bad thing happens to use while we have our armors on? We're not all-powerful. Remember what happened last time? We were captured! The once invincible Ronin Warriors kidnapped, while wearing their armor- their sacred armor!" Kento shouted hysterically.
"That was a different time. We're stronger now." Sage said sounding like he was trying to convince himself.
"I don't care if we're in danger. Neither should you, Kento. I thought you were more altruistic," Rowen stated.
"So, now you've changed sides, Rowen? And leave it to you to use big words when we're in a mess" Kento asked.
"Kento, don't say sides, you make this thing sound like a war. Sacred protection or not, let's suit up boys!" Sage bellowed into the cold twilight.
"Aw, I can't believe you said that! Suit up? What is this, 1989?" Kento exclaimed.
"Dammit, Kento. Just do it." Sage cried in frustration.
The bonds holding him were gone. He was alone. Once the invisible bonds had vanished, he had fallen to the ground. Not allowing himself to cry over a nightmare any longer, he lazed in a trance. Swallowing was a chore; he felt the tears beginning to well up inside once again.
"Weakling!" he muttered to himself, "You overthrew the greatest evil of the world, and yet, you cry for a vision. Why? I hate you, weakling! You were always weak. You're alone because no one cares for you! Do you really think they care about you, or your sacred armor? You shed one tear, and you will shed no more!" He put his head in his hands and proved to himself that he had weaknesses- he had shed a tear.
Whether hours passed or seconds crawled, he did not know. That tear fell for the fear that he bottled inside. The tear streamed for his loneliness in the life he lived. He knew the tear that descended from the corner of his eye represented a bead of his own weakness. During that spell of time, he knew he could hide not hide from his weaknesses.
"I will die weak." Ryo repeated the words as if they were the prophecy of his destiny. The boy stood up and supported himself on shaking knees for a short moment. His legs gave way after a few cumbersome steps and he fell awkwardly to the cracked ground. Pushing himself to his hands and knees, he paused, breathing heavily. A flicker of black passed threw the corner of his eye. He froze, waiting. Cold sweat formed on the back of his neck. Blackness-himself. He noticed marks on his hands and arms. Lowering himself back down to a kneeling position on the ground, he sat to examine the symbols covering his skin. Giving them a closer inspection, he gasped. There were black tattoos etched into his skin. There was not an inch of his skin on his arms that was spared of the ink. The symbols were unrecognizable to him. It seemed as though they were in an alien language. He repositioned himself so he could thrust both arms together. The boy compared the symbols on his arms that were plaguing his skin. He noticed that both arms had the same print on the them.
The boy slid his fingers across the black ink, starting at his fingertips on his left arm. Tracing the figures, he followed them up to his shoulder, where they came to an abrupt stop, as though incomplete. Finding that he had given no thought to his outer appearance before discovering the symbols, the boy looked over himself, curious of the condition of his exterior. He realized that he had loose, russet pants that were fabricated from a pliable suede material. Discovering that he had no shirt on, he admonished himself in his thoughts. He hadn't even noticed that his chest was bare. Thinking back moments ago, he didn't remember the sensation of being bare-chested. He made a silent vow to explore his environment and his condition before confronting a situation. He attempted to force himself to forget what had happened earlier, whether it had been hours or seconds. He only wanted to focus on things he could control.
"Except for the fact that I can't control anything." He thought. Picking himself up, the boy journeyed for a destination unknown to himself.
A/N: Okay, that's the second chapter. Shorter than the last, but it's important to the story. In the next chapter, I will introduce a new character to the plot. *gasp* Yes, yes, more to come. As always, please review if you have the time- I value your thoughts.