Flippy17: You said you were having difficulty following the story because you don't get the point. The point is for people to read something and enjoy it, without over thinking it. That's the point.
Home Almost Alone
"What have you done?" a voice growls.
"What was necessary," Shun replies, harshly.
"You were told to show restraint!" the same voice snarls.
"Do you doubt me Kari?" Shun snaps.
"Enough!" Sakura snaps, jumping down between them.
"Stay out of this," Shun snarls.
"This is enough," she repeats. "Stand down Shun."
Shun scoffs and walks away from them. Ignoring the looks of confusion and pity from them. He doesn't need their pity, he's not that weak. He often wonders why they built the hall so long, like now. Unlike those other times, he keeps his glare fixed on the large mahogany door. He's sick of them and their covenants, the laws and regulations. They're in place so people can live in peace right? No one can live their life with laws like that. They do nothing but hold you back, just like them. He keeps his mouth shut though, the insults locked deeply within his boiling emotional turmoil. Maybe it's because they've known each other forever that he can't bring himself to say it. Maybe.
"Shun?" a soft voice calls out. "Shun?"
He doesn't reply, nor does he plan to. She could find him with a quick snap of her fingers, why would she actually bother walking all around the citadel? Why would they all do that? His grip on the crumbling stone balcony railing (?) tightens, and more stone crumbles away to nothing. He glares at nothing; angry with everything.
"Oh, Shun," she breathes.
He ignores her as she's suddenly by his side in an instant. He glances down at her hand, merely inches from his before tearing his eyes away. She sighs and looks at him. Her dark blue eyes shining with concern. She turns his face so that he's looking her straight in the eyes. Her other hand closes tightly around his to stop him from pulling away from her. She frowns at the irritation and coldness in his eyes before letting go and turning back to the view. It's not exactly an idyllic setting. What with the barren stretch of dust and dead nature. The ever present storm clouds roaring and flashing overhead. She looks up and sighs happily before daring to look at him with a smile.
"It's a waning crescent tonight," she smiles.
"Tch," he scoffs.
She looks back to the sky, her smile disappearing. "I heard that your mother died, I'm sorry for your lose."
"Elise," he says firmly. "Don't."
"Listen Shun," she ignores his statement, voicing her own strongly. "After years of having to watch her suffer and not being allowed to tell the doctors just what was wrong with her must have been hard. You must have hated yourself for that. I understand-"
"You understand nothing!" Shun yells. "You don't know what it's like to watch your mother die!"
"Yes. Shun, I understand perfectly because I saw just that!" she snaps, and turns her back to him. "We all met when we were three Shun. Did you actually think the woman I was with was my mother? She was my maid, my uncle killed my parents and I'm stuck here. The Princess of Crescentia, and I can't free my people. Sakura, Kari and all the others. This is a war Shun, it's time you remembered that you're not the only one whose lost. That you're not the only one suffering."
He frowns as she walks away. She was right, and he didn't have the right to treat them that way. They were his friends. They were much, much more than friends, they were a family. A family whose souls were connected and bonded inseparately. Treating them like that was wrong. They deserved much better from him. They deserved someone much better than him. He sighs and leans back against the railings. The clouds part, opening enough for it to start pouring with rain. A rare occurrence in the land of almost no life. Shun still doesn't move. Not until a few minutes later when Corona and Aqune hover over him. With a complimentary umbrella.
"Come on," Corona smiles. "You'll catch your death of cold if you stay here."
He follows the two sisters reluctantly. Going over mentally the best way to possibly apologise. Too soon, for him anyway, they're back in the hall and his thinking time is up. In a flash Sakura has him in a chokehold hug, babbling on about something at the speed of light and sound combined and times a few thousand. Looking around, he knows that he's been forgiven and that they're all glad he's okay. Guilt wells up inside of him for making them worry, but it's far outmatched by the happiness in his heart.
Suddenly, Shun lurches upright. "Just a dream.. No, memories."
He falls back down onto the scratchy mattress, irritated. He looks up at the cold stone ceiling and briefly thinks about his friends. He closes his eyes and suppresses the need to fight something. Not long now, he keeps telling himself. His patience is running thin and he's starting to think that the whole deal was a hoax. Shun doesn't like to be made a fool of.
"I should have fought," he growls. "I can't believe I fell for the whole 'you're being separated for safety reasons. Nothing more' speech. Now look where I am. A dark cave in a place just about as lifeless s the Citadel. I haven't seen any of them for years. It's not supposed to be that way. We're a team, so we should just have stayed together."
He glowers at the faded carving of a castle under siege across from him. He's not in the mood to be reminded of them. His anger is boiling over suddenly and he throws off the covers. He flings the door open and storms down the hallways. Not surprisingly, he doesn't care for those he scares off or disrupts. If it means being with his family again, he'd do anything at all. No matter who gets in his way. He won't be stopped.
The door flies off its hinges and the Brawlers jump a little at that. Shun storms in and stands at the passageway to where the door was, blocking the only viable exit. He glares down at them dangerously.
"Where did you hear about the Thirteen Joe?"
Important! Sakura, Kari, Corona and Aqune are all from other shows. No, this will not, and is not a cross-over fanfiction. They were important for revealing the supposed 'point' of the story.