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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Apr 30, 2004 11:36:05 GMT -5
6 years had passed since the day he had arrived at the Castle of Dragons. Seiryou had learned the extent of his powers, travelling from tournament to tournament with some of the guys in the Castle, winning each of them with his pure power and speed. At age 11, Seiryou was almost in mastery of his Super Saiya-jin form, going toe to toe with the likes of Silver Aeon, Victor Kuroji, and Scorch Lethae. The annual World Tournament was held on his 11th birthday, and after a week of fighting, and 6 rounds, Seiryou won the World Title from a combatant by the name of Blood Pain. The people of CoD were like family to him, and no matter where he went, he always returned to the castle he called home.
Seiryou had used his Super Saiya-jin abilities to help rid the castle of the Plague, defeating the infectants so that Scorch could eliminate his own half that was causing the Plague to occur. When the Castles long-time rival, Maur, had returned with his army, Seiryou stopped the onslaught, destroying Maur and his pet, the big entity named Apocalypse. The boy was quickly regarded as the strongest fighter the planet had seen in some time, and when the time had finally come for him to put his Super Saiya-jin powers to the test, he came through with flying colors.
Seiryou stood quietly in the field on the outskirts of the castle, a barrage of flames shooting from it's upper half from the fire that was caused within. The entire castle stood behind him a good distance away, watching the young Super Saiya-jin stand face to face with the demon named ZoEova, the evil side of the Lady Nyghtfallen. She had caused th fire in the castle, and she was planning on destroying the people, as well. Seiryou stood before her, stopping her and her conquest to destroy the castle and the people. The two engaged in a heated battle, their forms not visible to the human eye. Loud sonic booms flashed in the sky, signifying their positions. Neither of them had landed a hit for almost an hour, completely even in power and speed. A demon named HaVoc had interrupted the fight to help ZoEova, and when he did, Seiryou took the opportunity to win the battle.
When HaVoc tried to impale Seiryou from behind on his blade, he leapt over the blade in a backflip, his feet coming around at the end of the flip to smash into HaVocs back, pushing the blade straight through ZoEovas midsection. In the same motion, Seiryou had put his right palm to HaVocs head, releasing an energy wave that clearly blew off the demons head, finishing the battle. Seiryou landed on the ground infront of ZoEova, his golden aura dropping, noticing the massive wound that rested on her stomach. She was slowly reverting back to the Lady Nyghtfallen, and all the healers were at her side, restoring her health back to normal. He could hear her faint whisper when he began to walk away, nodding his head without even a look.
"Thank you, Seiryou.."
At that moment, Seiryou Shinjou had become the warrior everyone knew he could be. When he walked through the people, they all stared at him, most of them patting him on the back for saving their lives, and saving their castle. At that moment, when Seiryou had walked through that crowd of people, after saving their lives...his destiny was clear. A hero was born.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on May 11, 2004 17:33:34 GMT -5
There was only the sound of dripping water. Drop by drop, a bare trickle. Suspended in space, he was enfolded by darkness. Lulled by the gentle splashing sound just like a mother’s soft lullaby, he slept quietly. He knew no concept of time, for in the darkness there was no beginning or end. It was the world he knew and he was one with it, belonging together.
He was adrift in peaceful slumber when like a crystal sphere, his world of darkness shattered. Without any comprehension, he was plunged into unforgiving light. White burning light seared his eyes and pierced into his body, ripping him apart. He wanted to scream his pain and confusion.. but he was stifled.
He could not breathe. There was no air.
He was suffocating, his lungs labored desperately, but failed
He could not breathe.
He could not breathe…
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Seiryou bolted erect from his bed, drenched in sweat. His long dark hair tangled and twisted with the sheets. He was shaking, awaken violently by the nightmare that had plagued him as a child. So many years yet it was still the same, just as clear and vivid as it was yesterday. As a child, he had always woken up in tears, crying hysterically while his mother hugged him close, comforting him. His reoccurring dreams had been the main reason why he lacked sleep, and was always training his body at night. Brushing away a damp strand of hair away from his eyes, Seiryou took a deep breadth to calm his still racing heart. There was neither warmth nor any comfort the cold stark, unadorned walls of his room offered him. He looked up to the ceiling with a tilted head, simply smiling.
And I thought I should be used to this by now.
He had been living alone ever since he had left the Dragon Castle. All by himself, in the living quarters of a small inn. Seiryou stayed in a small town outside of Yevon, unwilling to stay in the actual Republic Capital, for fear of resentment of his abilities. He had always attributed his nightmare to the Saiya-jin blood that coursed through his veins. During battle, specifically in his Super Saiya-jin transformation, the urge to cause harm was getting greater and greater, his body yearning for him to let out its power. His defiance of his race was taking its toll on him mentally, but physically, he had never been stronger. The morning glow breathed gently down upon his figure from the window next to his bed, causing him to look through the opening to see the massive city before him. Yevon..the Republic..it was all so new to him.
Seiryou Shinjou was about to embark on the journey of his life.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on May 15, 2004 13:49:41 GMT -5
Alone…<br> He had always been alone.
Even with the others, there was still a lingering sense of separation.
He did not belong; his place was not with them.
That was how he always felt.
All desire for sleep abated by his nightmare, Seiryou rose and changed from his damp tanktop into a simple shirt and pants. Pausing briefly to pick up his gi, his only constant companion, he headed out. Besides a few others, he was the only other living being staying at the Inn. The criminals might have qualified as living when they arrived at the inn, but once the doors slid shut behind their backs, they were as good as dead. Knowing full well about the butchering that went on behind these walls, Seiryou felt sick to his soul, yet there was nothing he could do. Many of those sent into the dungeon were usually offenders that had dared oppose the Republic. Yet it was too terrible a price to pay for a little defiance.
His footfalls rang eerily as he walked through the winding corridors, echoing like an ominous peal in a tomb. The Inn and the adjoining dungeon seemed constructed entirely of stone, emanating a sense of detachment, stoicism and indifference. Still, lifeless, dispiriting without any source of warmth. It was a place of death.
Seiryou unconsciously took a deep breath as he emerged into the suns blanket. The air even seemed to be fresher outside the confines of his domain. Unaware of where he was going, simply letting his feet take him where they pleased; Seiryou strolled through the silent streets. It had become almost like a habit, his night wanderings. This was his way of forgetting the unpleasant things that happened. A way to devoid himself from caring too much since that made life much easier to live. Trying to become empty, emotionless, apathetic, the very essence of what Yevon and the Republic exemplified.
Yet perhaps he was just searching…
Seeking…<br> For a place to call his own.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on May 29, 2004 11:18:20 GMT -5
Seiryou stood in the shower, letting cold water splashed over his face and body. The frigid water shocked all his senses awake, throwing off the last remnants of sleep. He had only gone to bed in the wee hours of the morning after spending the previous night searching around the confines of the city of Yevon. As hard as he looked, he was still not able to find any information about the Republic, which he found rather odd in the very city that housed its birth.
Stepping out of the narrow cubicle that served as a shower stall, he stood in front of the full-length mirror, naked. His onyx black eyes raked the reflection in the mirror, taking in the awkward black hair that marked him clearly as an outcast. Seiryou reached out a finger, touching the pane of glass that showed him a handsome man. A smile twisted with self-loathing marred the perfect features. He hated this place with a vehemence that stemmed from his very soul. Hated the people who came from the city, abducting him from the world he knew. Hated those who used and abused him, abasing him to no more than an animal. Yet most of all, he hated himself. Seiryou hated himself for not having the strength to control his own destiny.
Grabbing a towel, he dried himself, bolting away the last traces of water drops. Seiryou closed his hand over his right bicep, covering the cross tattoo that graced his skin. The marking was a reminder, serving as a stigma to remind him of the days he spent with his mother. "What a failure I am to even need something like this to remind me…" He glanced cynically at his own reflection again and saw what a sham the allure of his face and body was. Beyond the beautiful husk was the soul that was tainted and defiled by countless letdowns and tragedies, scarring his soul as a young boy.
Closing his eyes, Seiryou concentrated. An image started to form in his mind. It was hazy, a clouded distant memory. Undaunted, he cast himself deeper into the past, seeking the elusive traces of that memory. Perceptively, the image sharpened, showing Seiryou the brilliant intense sunshine that could only be found on his homeland on the surface. Once again, he looked upon the Elru desert through the eyes of a four-year old child. The cool slender hand of his mother resting on his shoulder as she gently pushed him forward to face a blond-haired man. Seiryou would only find out much later that this man was none other than his...father.
A pensive sign escaped from his lips, shaking his head slowly Seiryou banished the cobwebs of old memories. He was a man now, no longer a child. He had ceased being a child long ago. Seiryou dressed quickly and faced the mirror again. Schooling his features into the mask he wore each day, he was ready. It was time to move on.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on May 30, 2004 4:02:10 GMT -5
The twilight was gathering as nature washed away the golden glow of day, painting the sky a deep ebony black. Creeping across the dark canvas, a waning moon and her scattered retinue of glittering stars made their appearance. Lying spread-eagled on the glassy plain, Seiryou glanced into the encompassing night. The scene brought him a strange sense of peace. Closing his eyes, he could almost feel her place in the whole universe.
The wind blew in, lightly dancing through the long glass and stirred strands of his hair across his face. It would have been idyllic. except the wind also brought along with it the smell of fear and longing. It shattered the fragile atmosphere of harmony and stark reality sharply into focus. The Republic had flexed its muscle, and Seiryou had been too late to stop it. Such was the destructive power of greedy men. They thought they could come to an agreement, but they were wrong, and Solaris paid for this mistake with the life of its people. He didn't make it in time to stop the Republics madness.
He had failed.
His abilities were far beyond anything anyone had ever seen before, and he had attributed that to the unparallel power of the Super Saiya-jin transformation. Even with the incredible power behind him, he was still not powerful enough to be in several places at one time. The towns and castles were suffering because of the corrupt remains of the Republic, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop their onslaught.
Seiryou rested outside the destroyed town of Solaris, laying idly in the grassy field that surrounded the town, awaiting his next move. It was said that they were heading north, but Seiryou had never been that far north before, and he had no idea where they might be heading. A survivor mentioned one name that stuck out in Seiryous head, and though he wasn't sure where it was, it still gave him the impression that things were not over. Blackfyre. He was to going to have to find this place, and put an end to this reign of destruction.
Upon the open plain, the Super Saiya-jin surveyed the world, a lonely forlorn figure before it was swallowed into the darkness of night.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on May 30, 2004 4:28:03 GMT -5
Leya felt her knees go weak with the sudden loss of tension and she slumped down to the floor. Sitting with her back against the door, she sucked in deep breaths of air slowly as a means to calm her hammering heart. Raising a hand to her face, Leya touched her slightly tender lips with her fingers, even as she regarded the unconscious man at her feet. He was breathing in the steady rhythm of sleep, each breath heavy with the sound of pain emitting from the body.
What am I going to do with him? And how did he end up here in my room? She studied his features as she considered what to do with him. The rumors about him were true after all; Seiryou Shinjou was a very handsome man. His cheekbones were angular giving his face an aristocratic bearing that she found appealing. But as appealing as he might be, there was no way Leya was letting him spend the night in her room, in need of attention or not.
Seiryou had journied to Blackfyre in an attempt to stop the ones who had destroyed Solaris, to put an end to the corrupt remains of the ancient Republic. On his way, during a routine flight over the plains, Seiryous body had given out on him, and his gift of flight had no longer any meaning, dropping from the sky to land roughly against the harsh ground. Seiryou had lost consciousness upon impact, and his Super Saiya-jin form had disappeared, but his hair remained the golden blonde it normally was in the transformed state. A farmer and his daughter had found Seiryou and had taken him in, letting him rest until his body would heal from it's illness. The Super Saiya-jin form was taking its toll on Seiryous body, and something wasn't right...not at all.
Leya wondered her glance full of pity and regret as she regarded Seiryou. Uttering a sigh, she kneeled over by his side. He was sprawled out on his back against the floor, and though Leya wasn't sure of his status, she still felt compelled to make him a bit more comfortable by letting him lay across some of her pillows.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Jun 10, 2004 16:01:08 GMT -5
Turning him over was harder than Leya thought as she struggled a little with his weight. The man was heavy, completely dead weight. Just as she was about to succeed, Seiryou gave her another surprise. One arm snaked around her waist, pulling, making her loose her balance and Leya fell right on top of him. Before she could get off him, his other arm wrapped itself around her, effectively trapping her in his embrace.
Leya groaned inwardly, not knowing why the man had made such a sudden movement. She attempted to break free of his grasp, but this man was abnormally strong, keeping her within his embrace. At least Leya was grateful that he was not squeezing the breath out of her. She tried to wriggle her way out of his hold but failed miserably. Her headache was getting worse and venting an exasperated sigh, Leya stopped her futile struggles.
As she slowly relaxed, she also became more aware of her companion. Seiryou clasped her firmly, yet gently, and Leya could feel his quiet strength around her. It was like the way that Nakoin used to hold her when she was upset, but at the same time the feeling was different. Leya felt comforted, protected and ... cherished. But it was much more than the solace offered by a sister. It was like the regard of a lover...but she didn't know him. At that moment, when her eyes met his, it happened. She did know this man, but she knew him as a boy. The young Seiryou Shinjou, the golden child..they were friends for years during their youth.
Listening to the steady rhythm of Seiryou's beating heart with her head resting upon his chest for the second time, Leya closed her eyes and briefly contemplated her own feelings. Her mind gave silent voice to so many questions yet there were no answers. Abandoning it as a lost cause, Leya moved a little tentatively, attempting to slip free again and this time she succeeded. His arms finally relaxed in deep sleep slackening his grip. Brushing aside a fall of fine golden hair away from his face, Seiryou sat up, not exactly sure of where he was.
"Where am I?
Leya got up from her position, and without a second thought, exited the room, leaving Seiryou with all his questions unanswered. Leya had not changed a bit, but for some reason, now, she was afraid of him. She was afraid to confront him, or perhaps angered that he left all those years ago. He slowly closed his eyes, unable to maintain consciousness any longer, falling into a deep slumber. She was the last thing on his mind..
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Jun 10, 2004 16:31:22 GMT -5
Seiryou paced in the privacy of his room, grateful that the ones who had found him were so hospitable. It was night, but even that had to be deduced from the dimmed artificial lights that served this place, though he had no idea where he was. Seiryou stood by the window, his onyx black eyes sweeping across the vast mountain ranges before him. Strangely, by taking in the scene before him, Seiryou was struck by a sense of desolation and loneliness. He had no idea what happened to him, but it was very possible that he had suffered from a side effect of his transformation. He wasn't aware of any illnesses that ailed him, so that was the only explanation. He stood quietly, thinking of the woman who had treated him, the one who called herself Leya. He had met her before long ago as a little boy, and now, all these years later, he had found her once again. The feelings struck back in his mind, but he tried as hard as he could to hide them, not wanting her to know what was going through his mind. It was foolish; he had not seen her in years, and now, with seeing her again, he was falling for her.Her laughing green eyes, her long ebony hair and the warm of her rare smiles. Those were the images that stuck in his mind, even through his slumber. Seiryou had not seen her ever since that day, which by his estimate, must have been atleast a week ago.
Seiryou finally understood the cost of the decision that his father had made when he left his mother behind. Duty had torn his father away and now it seemed that as the son, his fate would be the same. Both were men destined to chose between love and duty. After his mother passed, Seiryou had sworn not to love the way his parents did, but here he was repeating their history. Love was something he had always joked about, a word that he would never say nor want to hear from someone. Deep in his heart, there was no denial that he longed for that kind of love, but he lacked the courage to pursue it.
He did not even have the courage to say goodbye, preferring to take the coward's way out instead by hiding from her. Seiryou knew he was being selfish, but he was insecure, too. There was always a part of her that Leya kept locked from him, and when they were younger, he was always so interested in hearing her feelings. Able to move around, Seiryou leaned over the sill, slipping his body outside the building, a familiar golden glow beginning to surround his body. He took one look back at the room behind him, before shooting off into the air like a golden comet.
Goodbye, Leya..
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Jun 11, 2004 10:59:55 GMT -5
They faced each other across the deserted weapons hall cautiously, primed for the slightest hint of movement. Her practice blade held in guard position, Leya was contented to wait. She was proud of Kahr; he had improved significantly; scoring on her twice. Yet, those hits did not come without a price; Leya had retaliated and she had deprived him of the pleasure of drawing first blood.
She paid close attention to his eyes, expecting the telltale flicker that always gave his intentions away. The subtle shift in his eyes was barely detectable. but she caught it and was ready as he moved. Having anticipated the style of the attack Kahr would exercise, Leya decided to give him a surprise.
Instead of evading the blade that was streaking straight at her, Leya lashed out at the last minute. The flat of her sword slapped Kahr's with a resounding clang, the force deflecting his saber way off its intended course. Pivoting on her heel, she twirled right into the range of his exposed back. Kahr tried to recover, but he was too late as he felt the light tap at the back of his neck.
Barely allowing him to catch his breath, Leya initiated a close proximity offensive. Weaving her sword in a hypnotic dance of shimmering steel, she brushed aside his feeble defense without any sights of slowing to score a series of hits in rapid succession. Knowing full well, he was no match for her speed, Kahr countered with his only advantage: power.
Not giving her the opportunity to disengage and retreat, Kahr locked Leya's blade with his own in a bold maneuver that brought them hilt to hilt. Using his height as leverage, he gradually applied pressure to bring her down. Cinched in such a disadvantageous position, Leya was not inclined to test her strength against her brother. There was no doubt who would be the loser.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Jun 11, 2004 11:01:53 GMT -5
Deciding to gamble, she released the saber held in her right hand simultaneously as she dropped into a roll. Tumbling in the direction of her falling sword, Leya snatched it with her left hand. It was an ingenious move, but Kahr was not ready to concede the victory so close to hand. He improvised quickly slamming into her with his shoulder.
Observing her spar with Kahr closely, Seiryou was amazed by her agility and skill. Leya was almost like one entity with the sword she wielded, it being a natural extension of her body. She was a pleasure to watch, each movement fluid and graceful like a dancer's, and Seiryou was glad that he had decided to come back to watch her, even though she was unaware of his presence. Leya and Kahr were fully engrossed in their competition; their fight was intense, going beyond simple sparring as the two opponents pitted wits, skills and experience against each other. Seiryou was deep in thought when Kahr slammed into Leya, sending her flying with the impact. Her body hit the floor hard with a thud, her sword spinning away from her grasp. Without fully realizing what he did, Seiryou had jumped to his feet and was by Leya's side even before Kahr could react.
She felt the force keenly as her body collided with the hard unforgiving floor even as a grasp of pain escaped her lips. Leya's vision blurred and she could feel the world falling away into a hazy blackness. A quiet and peaceful darkness just like her dream.
A dream or was it a nightmare?
But there was no sound of dripping water, only a pleasant gentle warmth thattouched her face and neck so lightly that Leya was not sure if she had imagined it. No, it was not her imagination; the warmth was real and this time it remained a soft pressure on her temples. Leya would have been contented to tarry a little longer in this dream state however, she was pulled back into reality just as swiftly as she had fallen away from it. His touch was as soothing as ones could be...
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Jun 11, 2004 11:02:46 GMT -5
Leya fought to keep her eyes closed and return to the serene darkness, but light intruded, sweeping all traces of the shadows away. She gingerly opened her eyes and gazed into a sea of the most beautiful teal blue. Leya blinked in confusion, the last thing she remembered was trying a daring maneuver on Kahr and now she was glancing at heaven. Leya shut her eyes, unable to comprehend what had happened. The warm pressure was still on her brow, and now it moved down, brushing over her eyelids an encouragement to open her eyes and see again.
Her vision slowly swam back into focus, and Leya discovered that it was not heaven that she saw, but his eyes. Seiryou Shinjou's eyes. He was leaning over her so close that she could feel his breath on her face and that gentle warmth was his hand, which still lingered over her temples.
"Are you alright?" His voice mirrored the concern in his eyes.
Now that her wits have recovered, Leya found herself flat on her back on the exact spot where she had crashed, surrounded by her brother, Kahr, her friend Nole, and of course, Seiryou. Gradually, a dull pain started to throb, spreading throughout her body.
"Ugh. I'm fine though more than a little sore. You beat me fair and square this time, Kahr." Leya started to sit herself up slowly and was surprised when she felt Seiryou's arms around her shoulders, supporting her.
"Are you really alright? I'm sorry, Leya, I should not have done that. I'll never forgive myself if you got hurt." Kahr kneeled by her side, clasping one of her hands.
"I'm fine, Kahr, I really am. There's no need to send for a healer. If anything is really hurt, it's just my pride. I didn't expect to lose this fight, but there won't be a next time that's for sure."
"What Leya needs now is rest, Kahr, and she won't get it with us hanging around. It's getting late and you two have been at each other for hours. Seiryou, would you mind seeing Leya back to her quarters at the Inn? It's far, and I don't want her walking alone in her condition," Nole requested as she helped Leya to her feet.
"That's a good idea. Don't worry, Nole, I'll see to Leya's safety." Seiryou nodded his head.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Jun 11, 2004 11:03:29 GMT -5
As if on cue, Nole 's departure saw the rest biding their goodnights until Leya and Seiryou were the only people left. Seiryou stooped gracefully to pick up her forgotten practice blade and returned it to its place on the racks. She was in pain; he had sensed that clearly when he braced her to sit up. Leya had purposely hid it from everyone, reassuring them that she was fine. Her face was now ashen with the effort to keep her pain at bay so that it would not be visible to him. He caught her as she swayed unsteadily.
"Nole was right, you are in no shape to make it back to the Inn yourself," Without a warning, Seiryou swept Leya into his arms, carrying her.
"What are you doing? Please put me down, Seiryou." Even her voice was a soft whisper.
"You are hurting." It was a statement, not a question.
Seiryou fixated on her with his piercing teal eyes, daring her to prove him wrong. Leya looked away instead. His pace was fast, covering the ground with a smooth flowing gait so that he would not jolt her. She was light, an unsubstantial weight in his arms. Both of them were aware that they made a fine spectacle for anyone still out and about in Blackfyre. Tongues would definitely wag the next morning and tales would be spread on how Seiryou Shinjou, the Golden Fighter, was seen carrying the low-class farmers daughter into his accommodations. But they could not care less at the moment; Leya was in too much pain.
It was with relief that Seiryou finally saw the confines of his tiny room. Laying her gently down on his bed, Seiryou was struck by the situation; he had forgotten the feeling that she brought to him whenever they were around each other. Her brow was wet with cold sweat and her eyes were firmly shut in an attempt to blot out the agony. Seiryou brushed away the damp strands of Leya's hair that was plastered to her face as he propped her up with pillows.
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Post by Seiryou Shinjou on Jun 11, 2004 11:05:24 GMT -5
"Leya... I'm going to examine your arm to see if it's broken. I'll try to be gentle, but it might hurt. I can fix a dislocation, but if it's broken, I'll have to send for a healer."
Eyes closed, Leya nodded her understanding and mentally prepared herself. Pushing back the right sleeve of her uniform, Seiryou proceeded to remove her glove after putting aside his own. Seiryou touched her arm as lightly as he could, but try as he did, he could not avoid adding to her discomfort. She winced a little every time his fingers contacted with her skin.
"It's not broken, is it?"
"No, it 's just a dislocation. Do you trust me to set it for you or..."
"It's alright, Seiryou. I trust you."
I trust you...
And those three simple words that sank deep into his heart. Seiryou looked up from tending her arm and glanced straight into Leya's iridescent green eyes. They were almost brutal in their apparent faith and this time instead of recoiling, Seiryou returned their openness with a little of his own. He had barely been back for a day, but nevertheless he was starting to get a feeling that their meeting again was not just a coincidence.
Leya pushed herself away from the soft buttress of the pillows and put her left arm against the wall to fortify her body for what was to come. Seiryou moved closer to sit by her side as he placed one hand on her shoulder and the other cradling her right arm. Taking a deep breath, Leya gave him a curt nod to indicate she was ready.
"Let's get it over and done with, shall we?" With a swift jerk, Seiryou yanked her arm back into alignment.
The backlash of the abrupt wrench sent Leya right into Seiryou's chest with a startled grasp. However, he was denied the chance of her leaning against him as she drew away just as quickly. The awkward feeling surrounded the room, and neither of them were able to say a word, sitting in silence for a few moments.
"Thank you, Seiryou. I'll be able to get back to the Inn on my own. You don't have to accompany me if you don't want to," Withdrawing her hand that was still in Seiryou's clasp, Leya swung her feet over the bed and stood up. She stepped out of the room without another word, once again leaving Seiryou to himself. He had made it to Blackfyre. What came next changed Seiryou forever...
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