I'm sorry if this sucks people. I couldn't think of much more.
A day had finally passed. Raphael woke Lee up and they were instantly on their way. They were just at the edge of the woods when Lee turned around to get a last look. He had to admit, he had a lot of fun while he was there. Even if it was a small medieval town. He wasn't sure if that was going to be the last civilization he was ever going to see or not.
"Lee, we have to go. Soul Edge waits," Raphael said. Lee finally turned to continue walking. Raphael could see that he was walking rather slowly.
"Your foot doesn't still hurt, does it?" Raphael asked. Lee nodded; it did still ache to walk. Raphael thought for a while. He didn't want Lee to slow him down, but he didn't want to have to carry him. It was the only choice he had left. He walked up to Lee and picked him up. Lee began to struggle.
"What are you doing!" Lee yelled.
"I'm going to carry you," Raphael said.
"Are you sure you can?" Lee asked, "I don't want to weigh you down and tire you out,"
Raphael chuckled as he pulled him onto his back, "You weigh as much as a woman. I'm sure I can manage,"
"What is that suppose to mean!"
"Nothing," Raphael simply answered. The two men continued on.
They walked two miles until Raphael finally stopped. He bent down and dropped Lee. Lee fell over with a thud.
"What the hell was that for!" Lee said, rubbing his head.
"You got heavy," Raphael answered.
"I thought you said...never mind!" Lee said irritably. He didn't want to have to argue any further. Raphael pulled out a bag and sat down.
"What are you doing?" Lee asked.
"Well...I'm hungry, so I'm pulling out food," he said.
"When did you get food?" Lee asked.
"While you were still asleep. I used the last of MY money and got us some food before we left," Raphael answered, pulling out bread, "Want some?"
"Sure," Lee said. He had to admit he was a little hungry too. He took out some bread and began eating.
"I only have so much. So we have to rationalize our portions and conserve," Raphael said. Lee nodded as he chewed.
After that quick meal, the two men continued walking. Raphael decided to stop trying to carry Lee altogether after five more miles of walking. As pissed as Lee was, he did understand why. He wouldn't carry him either. His foot did still sting a little, but after walking some more, the sting was beginning to fade a little. Either that or he was getting used to the pain.
"What exactly are you planning to do with Soul Edge?" Lee asked. He wanted to at least know more about.
"Why do you need to know?" Raphael asked. He was still paranoid about people knowing anything about him. He didn't quite like the feeling of someone knowing more than they should about him.
"Well, I'm just curious," Lee said, smiling. Raphael still gave him an uneasy stare.
"If you tell me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know," Lee said.
"Like I care about your story," Raphael said coldly. Lee's smiled faded. Raphael looked away and thought about it. After much thought, he finally sighed.
"Well...a while back I was kicked out of my house because of a fatal mistake. While I was out there were soldiers out hunting for me like I was some animal," Raphael started.
"That sucks," Lee said. Raphael looked at Lee oddly. What does sucking have to do with anything? Maybe it was that weird slang again. He continued.
"Anyway, I ran into a girl, no more like an angel. She helped me hide from those guards. I never had anyone show me that much gratitude ever in my life. In return I adopted her, but that hasn't been enough,"
"What do you mean not enough! I would think it would be enough! You should tell that brat!" Lee yelled. Raphael turned his head, ready to slap him. How dare he call her a brat! He suddenly realized that Lee doesn't quite understand the situation, so he explained.
"She's not open to the world! Her life in poverty has made her cold! I want to show her something better! I want to make a better world for her to grow up in!" Raphael said passionately.
"And...what does that have to do with Soul Edge?" Lee asked.
"I was getting there," Raphael said, "It's the noble's fault that this world isn't perfect enough for her. They're the reasons of the disputes that have been going on lately. I will obtain Soul Edge to give it to the nobles. They can fight over it with each other and thus kill themselves. Then the world can be better?"
Lee raised his eyebrow, questioning the sanity of his partner.
"Do you honestly think that killing a few people is going to change the world?" Lee asked. Raphael turned his head to Lee annoyingly.
"It will stop the problems in France," Raphael stated.
"Whatever you say," Lee said, "I can't change your opinion,"
Raphael simply stared back at him angrily. He couldn't say anything really at this point. Actually he could, but it wouldn't come out very nice. It was quiet for a while.
"So...do you miss her?" Lee asked.
"Of coarse I do," Raphael answered.
"Well...then what about you?" Raphael asked.
"What do you mean 'what about me'?" Lee asked.
"What is your story?" Raphael asked.
"I thought you didn't care?" Lee said, smiling tauntingly.
"So what if I do now?" Raphael said, slightly annoyed. Lee smiled more.
"So you did care all along," Lee said.
"Just tell me the damn story! You promised that if I told you my story you'd tell me yours! A promise is a promise, is it not!" Raphael snapped.
"I did say that..."Lee said.
"Well?" Raphael said impatiently, tapping his foot.
"Such an aggressive man," Lee said. Raphael grunted. He didn't like to be at the mercy of this guy, and begging for it was making it look that way.
"If you insist, I'll tell you," Lee started, "Well, that old geezer that I call 'my dad' came crashing through my window. He was talking about the sixteenth century and stuff. He had the shard that you're holding. I stole it from him and the next thing I know, I'm here,"
"Is that all?" Raphael asked. Lee nodded and shrugged.
"I'm sorry I don't have a story as deep as yours, but that's all,"
Raphael groaned sounding annoyed. He wasted his time with a story that simple. He decided to get some more out of him.
"Well...where exactly did you learn to fight?" Raphael asked.
"I almost don't even remember because it was so long ago. Well, I remember I wondered the streets of China as a child, having to always fend for myself. I remember learning from older kids and halfway just learning to do stuff on my own,"
"So it was half self taught?" Raphael asked.
"Pretty much, the rest came from...do I dare say it..."
"What?"
"I also learned a bit of Mishima Style Karate," he said, as if disgusted by the word "Mishima?" Raphael asked, "What's so bad about that?"
"I hate him. I hate the man who taught me," Lee said. Raphael raised his eyebrow in question.
"I was adopted when I was about 11 years old. He only took me in to piss off his biological son, not even really caring about me at the time. He taught me hoping I would be better than his son, so that his son could push himself to be even stronger. I hated him,"
"So why do you hate him?" Raphael asked. Lee looked at him strangely. Was he even listening!
"Because he used me as an object to push his son, the only one he cares about!" Lee yelled.
"Really?" Raphael asked.
"He calls me weak and pathetic all the time! All he obsesses over is his 'dear Kazuya'! I can't stand it!" Lee said angrily.
"I see," Raphael stated.
"I am NOT weak!" Lee yelled angrily, punching his fist into his hand.
"Have you ever defeated him?" Raphael asked. Lee looked down and shook his head.
"Not even close," he said.
"From the performance I saw the other day...I wouldn't say you were..." Raphael said.
"Really?" Lee asked.
"Of coarse. If you see other wise, you shouldn't let words like that get you down. If you know you have the strength in you, then you have it," Raphael said. He stood back from what he was saying. He just sounded like a philosopher back there. No, he just sounded old. He had a real problem with age. Perhaps it was because he was just flat out scared of getting old and loosing his youthful looks and energy. Whatever it was he hated being called old and feeling old.
"Well, that was enough discussion in my opinion! I think we should speed up. Is your leg feeling okay?"
"Actually it is,"
"Good. We need to quicken our pace to get to the next town. The faster we go, the quicker we get to Soul Edge," Raphael said. Lee just sighed and continued on. He was thinking of what Raphael said. He had a good point. He never even thought he had as much power as he did when he was in that tournament. It wasn't just the tournament he was thinking of. Raphael has a daughter? He never thought he had such a soft side. He wondered...could he...?
Raphael turned around to see if Lee was still following him. He could see him still limping on his injured foot. He didn't think Lee had a low self esteem. He seemed to have a lot of ego the first time he met him. Maybe it was a cover, to hide the scars he had inside of him. He continued to look at the Silver haired beauty. He looked so frail like that. His face shined a beautiful aura. Raphael quickly turned around and continued walking. He didn't want to admit it, but he found Lee slightly attractive. He closed his eyes with shame and continued walking.