The long Journeys Home

Summary: Bryan is taken from the abbey after worlds and is to be put to death above the mountains as his punishment. Only to survive, and begin a long pain staking journey home. Just read and review! I suck as summaries but I promise it'll be a fav. But no flames. I'll eat them

Authors Note: So I came up with this like totally out of the blue, and the idea hit me and wont leave! I love Bryan, as ive made clear but this one is a bit different from the usual. It shall be my masterpiece and I shall call it The Long Journey Home!

Pain

Pain was what he knew. What he'd been taught and raised by. It would only see fit that he'd bare death in pain as well. Starring out the helecopter widow, lavender hair pressed to the glass, blood staining the clear surface, gaze fixed on the clouds above and below. He waited for death. Welcomed it. Bryan Kuetzov the mighty wind of Russia and the Demolition boys had failed in his mision to destroy the Neko Jin Boy.

He had been forthcoming, Taking full claim in his failure and that of his captain against the Drygoon weilder. And so when the BBA came for the others, he fled willingly with his Trainer, his Owner, his Captor, the only father and caretaker he'd ever known. Fled to the skys with a last fleeting glance at the stone prison he'd been raised in. Fled to his punishment, fled to his death.

His eternal resting peace in this world. He would finally have it. Out of all the things he'd thought he'd wanted, Death. He wanted that so much more. His days grew longer. His anger and rage more keen and out of control. His pain more intenst as time wore on and he longed for no more than it to end.

The helecopter began to hover, and that made his look up into the aburn gaze of Borris who looked solehm despite puting his nephew and young apprentice to death high above the Baikal Mountains.

"Ah. Dont look so cross my young apprentice. We have had a good run you and I. But you understand that you failed, Your mission was to destroy the Neko Jin boy and you failed in that. And you know that failure, and the failure it insued within young Tala is unacceptable and punishable by death. But dont worry. A fall from this hight is sure to kill you. No pain. Though I must say that is a pitty. Im sure you'd like to fight this." Borris sneered. Bryan only stared blankly at him.

He had waited for death, Painful or painless. Swift or agonizing it made no difference to him as long as it would come for him. He'd already been beaten into submission for hours, the blood only beginning to stop. And he cared not for sentiment or aggrievences in the matter. This of course made the Dark haired man angry, grabbing a hold of red stained lavender locks to stare into the empty silver eyes of the 16 year old before him.

"I trained you well. Even in death you reveal no emotion. No weakness. But im affraid this is where you get off." Borris sneered, signaling to the pilot who flicked the doors open for him with a hash smirk of his own.

Bryan felt the cold air hit his face as the stared over the mountains high above the clouds. It was where he'd always wanted to be. Soaring high above the clouds with his falcon bit beast Falborg. Free from the hash Abbey and free from life its self. He watched as Borris said a silent prayer, he didnt see why, he wouldnt need them where he was going. And then throw Falborg who called for him, from the sky.

Borris flung him out afterwards. With no more words to be spoken. Bryan felt the swift air strike him as he fell, the shake and crack of his bones as the wind hit him. And then Black.

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Black

Bliss

Ease. . . .

Pain?

Pain blanketed Bryans body. His whole being ached. He allowed his eyes to flutter, harsh wind assaulting him, making him ache more. The coppery taste of blood on his lips as he licked them and the ache in his side leading him to believe that he'd broken a couple of ribs. He sat up gingerly in the cold, angry. Angry with himself for cheating the sweet bliss of death. Angry with the mountain for not being his grave he so desperatly longed for. And angry at death its self.

His eyes opened. His senses realing from the ache in his head. A loud growl hit him, silver eyes darting around for the source. Finding it advancing, A bear, black and protecting it territory.

Bryan growled, hobbling barley to his feet as the animal hit. He struggled beneath it, Removing his face and body just as its massivly claws and teeth mawled at him. He had cheated death only to die at the glaws of the beast.

But in that moment the falcon took flight, a bright light encompassed him. A brilliant silver, Falborg. Rising high above the tree's she struck the beast down. Its body torn in half before the mighty bird disappeared, not into her blade, which had been destroyed from the fall, but into the tiny pendant around Bryans neck. Her original resting place. She'd been placed there by the boys mother to protect her only son.

Bryan breathed deep. His vision hazy. An odd warmth suffused him. And he welcomed the sweet bliss it brought. It meant he was that much closer to death. To ease. He lost consousness in the snow, the mighty bears blood soaking the snow around him.

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Authors note: Ive decided that Bryan wont talk alot in this fic. Not til the end, if I get there which i think i will. Im really exited about this fic. Read and Review!