Thank you to Ryuakilover and soursupergirl for continuously reviewing! It makes me very happy :) Sincere apologies for no new chapter last week, technical difficulties… So this week there are 2 chapters! After re-reading the last chapter (to figure out where I left off) I realized it's full of grammar errors, I'll try to edit more before posting, my apologies. On another note: I am working on other dgm stuff, I promise. Hopefully I'll have a couple of one-shots up by the end of the month… In the meantime if you have any suggestions for the story or thoughts please feel free to share them/ enjoy!
Chapter 9: Thunder
Link casually led them to the middle of the stadium, ignoring the looks of the other pairs, which ranged from glances of mild concern to smirks. Lenalee had not outright protested the instructor's order, but she looked as though she wanted to. Instead she dragged Lavi behind her as she followed Allen and Link. They stopped in the middle of the stadium and Link turned to glare at her. Lavi recoiled slightly but Lenalee merely folded her arms.
"This isn't fair."
"Oh? And why's that?"
"It's his first day, for all we know he's never even been in a fight." The two turned and glanced at Allen, who offered a frown and furrowed brow of annoyance.
"I doubt that" Link snorted. What's that supposed to mean?! Allen glared before voicing his confusion.
"Why does a school even need a class like this?!" Lenalee's glare faltered, eyes drifting and head bowing slightly. She turned and reunited with Lavi before throwing a glance over her shoulder at Allen and his ever increasing confusion.
"If things get out of hand I'm stopping you" was all she said before dragging Lavi towards the side of the stadium.
"Hey! You never-" a chill shot down Allen's spine and he halted his questions to leap back, barely avoiding a carefully aimed kick. He stumbled backwards in shock. This is insane… Since when do teachers attack their students?! This is- his thoughts were interrupted as Link proceeded to throw a series of punches. Allen continuously dodged and blocked to the best of his ability, but was all too aware that he was quickly being forced back towards the edge of the arena.
I refuse to fight, that's all they ever want. If I fight they… They… After dodging another punch and stumbling backwards, Allen stopped hopping. Link stopped to, his stance menacingly unique in comparison to the confident poses of his past opponents. Yet almost, distracted. He was merely playing.
That's right. He's not the first one to do this, 'they' were the first. And if he's like them… Allen sank into a fighting stance similar to Link's, something somewhat foreign to him, compared to the crude fist throwing of the streets, yet strangely comfortable. Link raised his eyebrows slightly, a smirk dancing across his lips for a moment.
They did the same thing. I'm tired of running. I don't care what happens to me, I never did, but I'm so tired of running. Link charged, was on him in an instant with a strong sidekick straight to the stomach. Allen saw his gaze shift, heard the sand move beneath his feet, but let the attack find it's mark, he would not run. He flew backwards, pain shooting through him as he tumbled across the ground.
Pretty strong. And fast. But… Before he stopped rolling, Allen heard the nearly muted sound of Link charging once more. Allen tucked in his shoulder, rolling and twisting so that he slid backwards, still kicking up sand but now facing his opponent. A thick cloud of dust rose up from his constant impacts, he now used that to gain an advantage. Link charged straight, parting the cloud as he went, while Allen slunk about, using the dust as a cloak. As soon as Link reached the clouds edge Allen sprang away from the sand, aiming his fist at the back of Link's head. The instructor spun at the last second, blocking the fist. Allen's right hand flopped aside with ease and Link threw his own punch at Allen's head. He did not dodge, nor did he take the hit as before.
Instead he caught the fist, halting the arm's motion with ease. Link's eyes widened slightly before narrowing. He yanked his arm back, but remained trapped in the firm grip of the boy's left hand, which skillfully guided him downward using his own momentum against him. Link sprawled onto the sand, coughing as some entered his mouth, for his side had been kicked, rolling his entire body. Allen then proceeded to twist the man's arm violently behind him. The move was ultimately meant to pin, but Link let it go no further. He moved his shoulder into the twist, decreasing the pressure while he rolled back. He kicked out, the boy blocked but was forced back by a second kick to the ribs, delivered by Link's other leg. Link used the momentum that had moments before been used on him, on his opponent instead. In seconds Allen was forced down by another of Link's kicks. The same strength that had sent him flying before now struck his ribs, forcing him onto the ground. His neck whiplashed dangerously as a result of the impact, but even after he coughed up blood Link remained unconcerned.
Allen struggled to roll, kick, something, but Link held him firmly in place. His foot lifted for half a second, offering Allen a chance to think of escape, but not act on it. The half second passed and Link's knee smashed into Allen's back. Another mouthful of blood left the boy then his right arm was being pinned behind his back, just as he had attempted to do to Link. Allen grit his teeth, refusing to scream as Link bent his arm far more than necessary, pushing it back. Link continued until he heard the satisfying pop of the limb dislocating, then pushed further still. He heard the grinding of the boy's teeth but nothing more.
"I suppose I'm not completely disappointed. You had some…Non-conventional tricks and lasted longer than I expected." Link held him there, testing the boy's patience for a good five minutes, before sighing.
"You also don't scream your head off." He released Allen's arm and stood.
"I suppose that's good enough for now" he clapped his hands together and the other pairs ceased their sparring. They quickly made their way out of the stadium, leaving Allen as the dark clouds crackled above. Allen lay on his stomach for a few minutes before pushing himself up with his left hand. His clothes were trashed but at least his gloves were in decent shape. Thunder crackled. His ribs were cracked and sore. The skies roared. Bruises were already forming and his cheek was swollen. Soon rain would fall. Allen really had nothing left, not that he had anything to begin with. Drowning the cracked earth. He really did not care anymore. The first few drops descended. If this was his life, than it just wasn't worth living.