Brick-Chan by Katsuragi
Katsuragi
The 1%
@Vesvius
Composed on cellphone. Will clean up later.
And... I dont even know.
Composed on cellphone. Will clean up later.
And... I dont even know.
It's a warm summer night. The leaves rustle in the breeze and the pale moonlight illuminates the world around you. All of this sets the stage for the twack, twack, twack against your body.
One, two, three. Punch, punch, kick. The second punch was sloppy and certainly doesn't count but the other two were solid and fill you with a sense of pride.
The boy wipes the sweat from his brow and takes a minute to recover. Even for someone trained up like he clearly has thus far, hitting your rock solid form can be a testament in pain.
Still, shinobi aren't limited to the normal realms of man. They can move past something as mundane as "punch rocks and it hurts" and into shattering mountain sides with their fists.
Your siblings speak often of the boys mentor, the green beast, and his legendary feats of strength and endurance. His sheer prowess.
You feel something stir in you at the thought of the boy reaching such heights.
When it no longer causes him pain to strike you, you will see fit to add your strength to his like your lesser family and set him on his path to the next in line.
..........
It's a cool autumn night. The clouds cover the moon and it's illumination causing the surroundings to be that of a realm of twilight. The boy was late and he trains himself against you, but he's distracted. He takes breaks to work on other things like that sword of his.
You find yourself interested in those energy blades he seems able to conjure now but you're both sad and jealous he's not paying attention to you. Doesn't he know that you're waiting for him to overcome the challenges you've put before him?
That you're waiting for him?
.........
It's a very cold winter night and the moon is completely covered, casting the world in darkness. The boy has shown up well past his usual time after weeks of not showing up at all.
He goes through the motions, landing a few blows on your form, but hardly any of them mean anything. His heart clearly isn't in it and he mumbles to himself as he leaves.
Something about the stresses of the academy and what it takes to be number one.
A slave to his job already, and you, likewise, already left waiting for him. Will he ever show you proper attention, or is this all you can expect? All you deserve?
......
As spring turns into summer again, you find yourself still waiting.
But the boy never comes.
One, two, three. Punch, punch, kick. The second punch was sloppy and certainly doesn't count but the other two were solid and fill you with a sense of pride.
The boy wipes the sweat from his brow and takes a minute to recover. Even for someone trained up like he clearly has thus far, hitting your rock solid form can be a testament in pain.
Still, shinobi aren't limited to the normal realms of man. They can move past something as mundane as "punch rocks and it hurts" and into shattering mountain sides with their fists.
Your siblings speak often of the boys mentor, the green beast, and his legendary feats of strength and endurance. His sheer prowess.
You feel something stir in you at the thought of the boy reaching such heights.
When it no longer causes him pain to strike you, you will see fit to add your strength to his like your lesser family and set him on his path to the next in line.
..........
It's a cool autumn night. The clouds cover the moon and it's illumination causing the surroundings to be that of a realm of twilight. The boy was late and he trains himself against you, but he's distracted. He takes breaks to work on other things like that sword of his.
You find yourself interested in those energy blades he seems able to conjure now but you're both sad and jealous he's not paying attention to you. Doesn't he know that you're waiting for him to overcome the challenges you've put before him?
That you're waiting for him?
.........
It's a very cold winter night and the moon is completely covered, casting the world in darkness. The boy has shown up well past his usual time after weeks of not showing up at all.
He goes through the motions, landing a few blows on your form, but hardly any of them mean anything. His heart clearly isn't in it and he mumbles to himself as he leaves.
Something about the stresses of the academy and what it takes to be number one.
A slave to his job already, and you, likewise, already left waiting for him. Will he ever show you proper attention, or is this all you can expect? All you deserve?
......
As spring turns into summer again, you find yourself still waiting.
But the boy never comes.
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