Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ He's a Bastard ❯ The Training Platform ( Chapter 4 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Yuurimaoh 
The platform was made of white, unforgivably hard, marble tiles. The four corners interlaced into high flying buttresses, but other than those corners, the platform was wide open. With each cloud that I could see drifting past us in the distance, I became more and more anxious. I never had a fear of heights, but only because I was safely secure in harnesses, or there was always water around to cushion falls. But the platform, though it was immense in size, made me wary of ever nearing one of the edges.
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The platform was made of white, unforgivably hard, marble tiles. The four corners interlaced into high flying buttresses, but other than those corners, the platform was wide open. With each cloud that I could see drifting past us in the distance, I became more and more anxious. I never had a fear of heights, but only because I was safely secure in harnesses, or there was always water around to cushion falls. But the platform, though it was immense in size, made me wary of ever nearing one of the edges.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 02.07.2013 | Updated On: 02.12.2013 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 209 | Status: Work In Progress
He's A Bastard
Yuurimaoh (Dragon Dung)
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Chapter 04- The Training Platform
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Upon the return to our corresponding dimension, I had my mentor sign an affidavit stating that my living quarters were not to be defiled in any way during my stay or entered without my explicit permission. Wanderers were very selective with anything they physically signed because their signatures were magically bound. A rumor also circulated about Wanderers writing their names using merely their fingers and the names were still, supposedly, binding. In any case, I ignored the averse look on his face (had he already been planning on doing something unethical in my living quarters?) and urged him to sign, for my own peace of mind.
"This is rather high-handed of you, seeing as how your living quarters are provided by me," Revelin grumbled. "But, I'll sign it. Consider it a peace offering on my part." He filled in the blanks and signed the form before handing it back to me.
LIVING QUARTERS PRIVACY FORM
I, Revelin Eferize, hereby agree to never defile* the living quarters assigned to one Cyrus Kairos. (Unless I am justified in doing so)
I will also keep from entering aforementioned living quarters without Cyrus Kairos’s explicit permission*. (Except for when I deem it wise to do so, i.e. a fire and other such emergencies**)
*- By "defile", I mean EVERY sense of the word.
*- When I am not available to GRANT permission, NO ONE is to enter my living quarters by default.
**- My personal judgment determines what constitutes as an emergency.
Your delightful mentor,
Revelin Eferize
I blinked as I read the form a second time. "You added terms and asterisks to my terms and asterisks," I stated sharply. I had already foreseen that it would be difficult to get him to sign anything, but did he have to go and alter my form? I let out a long sigh. The important thing, in the end, was that it was signed. "When are we going to sign my work contract?" I had never been one to back out of anything without seeing it through to the end, so I was determined to be trained by my assigned mentor until I learned enough to work alone.
Revelin shot me one of his unreadable smirks that probably spelled out doom in the future. "At the end of the week." He answered. "If you survive and I deem you worthy to take on as my assistant." He then proceeded to pull off his shirt, stripping down to his socks as he made his way towards his own living quarters. He wore no underwear. "Worry not," He tossed over his shoulder. "You will still be paid through this...orientation."
I didn't even want to know what my expression looked like just then. I was just glad that my mentor didn't stick around to see it. One of the most difficult things I had to conquer during my training with Eferize was to get used to seeing the man in any state of undress. I also had to figure out a way to keep those images from being burned into my brain. After all, I could take anything else in stride.
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"If I am going to live this through to the end, I will need soundproof walls," I muttered to myself as I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed the following day. My mentor had himself a mini orgy well until three in the morning. I picked out the sounds of two rather vocal females and an even more vociferous male...which carried down the hall and into my living quarters. Of all the Wanderers that existed, I had to be assigned to the one who regularly formed his Vim into particle condoms. I could have soundproofed the walls myself, but that would require writing on them, and the mansion really did belong to Revelin. I had no choice but to wait it out. And now, after only four hours of sleep, I couldn't summon up the Vim required to perform such a spell.
I was halfway into my soft boiled eggs when my mentor walked into the kitchen wearing only his pants. I tried not to stare at the mess that was his hair. Just how powerful did one have to be to be able to summon up so much Vim and still be able to walk around feeling fresh as a daisy? "I ask that you please soundproof the walls of my living quarters if you are to continue your boisterous activities late into the night. Assistants need sleep in order to function." I took a long sip of cappuccino from the ridiculously large coffee mug I had brought with me, one of my most prized possessions, and tried not to show any outward reaction at the way he stared at me.
"You're so pale, it's too easy to notice when bags form beneath your eyes," Revelin mused aloud. He must have felt some pity for me, because he conceded to my request. "Soundproof room?" He affirmed while he quickly wrote several symbols in the air. As his fingers formed strokes, the air particles glowed blue in the shapes that he created. As soon as he was done, he swooped his hand over all of the symbols as if he were catching a ball, and then he threw them in the direction of the living quarters. "Done deal. The spell will only activate when the noise level in my room becomes too loud."
I was truly impressed, in spite of myself. And I was beginning to understand where the 'finger signature' rumors came from. Maybe my mentor wasn't as bad as I thought.
"I placed the seal on MY room, so you should still be able to hear all the other noises. If an outside threat comes in, one of us should remain alert at night, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me. I'm the damn boss."
I had a feeling that by 'outside threat,' he didn't mean burglars, but other Vim users. And the fact that he was leaving me alone with the burden? Inconsiderate, as usual. I didn't know why I kept trying to tell myself otherwise.
"Those pajamas make you look like the little kid that you certainly are not," Revelin commented as he poured himself some orange juice. "Pedophilia is one of my turn-offs. So, I suggest that you change into your work clothes and meet me in the basement in an hour before I rip those pajamas off of you myself."
The leer that was sent my way made it seem as if he wanted nothing more than to use the pajamas as an excuse to see me nude. "I have five different sets of similar pajamas," I countered with a glare. "What I wear outside of work is not written anywhere in my contract, Mr. Eferize, and I don't intend to succumb to your tastes outside of work, either."
I couldn't read the look in his blue eyes, but his voice sounded clipped when he simply repeated. "Basement. One hour."
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Revelin had me activate the rings of the arch-passage that time. He had me set it to a special setting that led to one of his many personal passages. This one led to a stadium-sized platform in the sky. "Where, exactly, are we?" I asked once we walked through.
The platform was made of white, unforgivably hard, marble tiles. The four corners interlaced into high flying buttresses, but other than those corners, the platform was wide open. With each cloud that I could see drifting past us in the distance, I became more and more anxious. I never had a fear of heights, but only because I was safely secure in harnesses, or there was always water around to cushion falls. But the platform, though it was immense in size, made me wary of ever nearing one of the edges.
"This is my training arena," Revelin replied. The man had showered and was dressed in a loose white blouse and a pair of dark gray slacks. He traced a symbol on the ground with the tip of his shoe and, when he tapped on it, the previously open sides of the platform were filled with a particle force field, glowing in the blue hue that was Revelin's signature.
"So, we're gonna train in a fancy, flying gazebo in the sky?" I muttered. I was feeling a little relieved that the gaps were buffered. But, my mentor didn't seem to be listening to me. Instead he motioned for me to follow him into the center of the platform.
"I will need you to not only defend yourself but at least one other person," Revelin stated.
"And by that 'other person' do you mean the Princess of Darenvy?"
"Yes. And anyone else, should we take on another guarding mission," He elaborated. "I warn that you will always leave this arena rather sore and exhausted."
I believed the 'sore' part, but I had no intention to allow myself to become outright exhausted."What are we working on fi-Yipe! What in the world!" My mentor was cautious. He placed full-body particle barriers around both of us...but, for reasons unknown to me, he felt that the entrance to my backside needed protection as well. "I would have surely recalled 'being anally probed' listed under my job description, and it wasn't! What would I possibly need to have a particle barrier riding up my ass for?"
"Oh?" Revelin stated, raising an eyebrow. "One would think you were already used to having a long, cylindrical object constantly up your-"
"Not funny."
"Let's begin. Turn that anger towards your training and attack me."
I felt less violated when the particles were finally retracted from between my butt cheeks. But, I was not a fool. Anger had no place in brawls...it created a mental fog and had a tendency to blind you. My mentor was trying to provoke me into lashing out without thinking. Instead of attacking physically, I decided to attack with my Vim.
Vim was the energy that Wanderers, among other such professions, used to manipulate the particles around them. A person's knowledge and experience determined for how long and how far Vim could be used. But, every now and then, some were born with a natural talent for energy manipulation. My hazel eyes narrowed as I studied my mentor's stance. I had a feeling that Revelin was born with the ability to easily call Vim to himself. I almost laughed as an image snuck into my mind of a baby Revelin using Vim to bring back a fallen pacifier to his mouth before it hit the ground.
Then, without warning, I sent out shards of olive-hued Vim towards my mentor's head. The look on Revelin's face was priceless. I was right in thinking that he had expected a physical attack first. Who was I to disappoint? After sending out the Vim, I dashed over to the side with the intent of kneeing him in the stomach, but he managed to block the blow.
And so continued my 'training', which turned out to be outright sparring. The fact that I was able to keep up with him made me wonder if he was going easy on me in order to study my movement. I wasn't wrong. Revelin began to predict the flow of my attacks and began to toy with me. He would dodge by an inch and would tap whatever patch of skin I left unguarded.
I must have taken too long to think a series of movements through, because he took advantage of my lull and invaded my personal space. My breath hitched and I took a step back only to stumble and hit the ground. Instead of helping me back up, my mentor decided to crawl over my form. My face flushed. The man was simply too close for comfort.
"Are we finished with today's 'training'?" I asked cheekily in the hopes of creating some distance between us.
"I have the final word on whether we are finished or not," Revelin stated with the authority that only a full-fledged Wanderer could muster. I didn't expect the hand that took hold of my wrist to pull me up. "...and I say we are finished. Don't expect our next training session to be easier. You won't surprise me a second time."
I wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong.
Yuurimaoh (Dragon Dung)
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Chapter 04- The Training Platform
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Upon the return to our corresponding dimension, I had my mentor sign an affidavit stating that my living quarters were not to be defiled in any way during my stay or entered without my explicit permission. Wanderers were very selective with anything they physically signed because their signatures were magically bound. A rumor also circulated about Wanderers writing their names using merely their fingers and the names were still, supposedly, binding. In any case, I ignored the averse look on his face (had he already been planning on doing something unethical in my living quarters?) and urged him to sign, for my own peace of mind.
"This is rather high-handed of you, seeing as how your living quarters are provided by me," Revelin grumbled. "But, I'll sign it. Consider it a peace offering on my part." He filled in the blanks and signed the form before handing it back to me.
LIVING QUARTERS PRIVACY FORM
I, Revelin Eferize, hereby agree to never defile* the living quarters assigned to one Cyrus Kairos. (Unless I am justified in doing so)
I will also keep from entering aforementioned living quarters without Cyrus Kairos’s explicit permission*. (Except for when I deem it wise to do so, i.e. a fire and other such emergencies**)
*- By "defile", I mean EVERY sense of the word.
*- When I am not available to GRANT permission, NO ONE is to enter my living quarters by default.
**- My personal judgment determines what constitutes as an emergency.
Your delightful mentor,
Revelin Eferize
I blinked as I read the form a second time. "You added terms and asterisks to my terms and asterisks," I stated sharply. I had already foreseen that it would be difficult to get him to sign anything, but did he have to go and alter my form? I let out a long sigh. The important thing, in the end, was that it was signed. "When are we going to sign my work contract?" I had never been one to back out of anything without seeing it through to the end, so I was determined to be trained by my assigned mentor until I learned enough to work alone.
Revelin shot me one of his unreadable smirks that probably spelled out doom in the future. "At the end of the week." He answered. "If you survive and I deem you worthy to take on as my assistant." He then proceeded to pull off his shirt, stripping down to his socks as he made his way towards his own living quarters. He wore no underwear. "Worry not," He tossed over his shoulder. "You will still be paid through this...orientation."
I didn't even want to know what my expression looked like just then. I was just glad that my mentor didn't stick around to see it. One of the most difficult things I had to conquer during my training with Eferize was to get used to seeing the man in any state of undress. I also had to figure out a way to keep those images from being burned into my brain. After all, I could take anything else in stride.
---
"If I am going to live this through to the end, I will need soundproof walls," I muttered to myself as I sluggishly dragged myself out of bed the following day. My mentor had himself a mini orgy well until three in the morning. I picked out the sounds of two rather vocal females and an even more vociferous male...which carried down the hall and into my living quarters. Of all the Wanderers that existed, I had to be assigned to the one who regularly formed his Vim into particle condoms. I could have soundproofed the walls myself, but that would require writing on them, and the mansion really did belong to Revelin. I had no choice but to wait it out. And now, after only four hours of sleep, I couldn't summon up the Vim required to perform such a spell.
I was halfway into my soft boiled eggs when my mentor walked into the kitchen wearing only his pants. I tried not to stare at the mess that was his hair. Just how powerful did one have to be to be able to summon up so much Vim and still be able to walk around feeling fresh as a daisy? "I ask that you please soundproof the walls of my living quarters if you are to continue your boisterous activities late into the night. Assistants need sleep in order to function." I took a long sip of cappuccino from the ridiculously large coffee mug I had brought with me, one of my most prized possessions, and tried not to show any outward reaction at the way he stared at me.
"You're so pale, it's too easy to notice when bags form beneath your eyes," Revelin mused aloud. He must have felt some pity for me, because he conceded to my request. "Soundproof room?" He affirmed while he quickly wrote several symbols in the air. As his fingers formed strokes, the air particles glowed blue in the shapes that he created. As soon as he was done, he swooped his hand over all of the symbols as if he were catching a ball, and then he threw them in the direction of the living quarters. "Done deal. The spell will only activate when the noise level in my room becomes too loud."
I was truly impressed, in spite of myself. And I was beginning to understand where the 'finger signature' rumors came from. Maybe my mentor wasn't as bad as I thought.
"I placed the seal on MY room, so you should still be able to hear all the other noises. If an outside threat comes in, one of us should remain alert at night, and it sure as hell isn't going to be me. I'm the damn boss."
I had a feeling that by 'outside threat,' he didn't mean burglars, but other Vim users. And the fact that he was leaving me alone with the burden? Inconsiderate, as usual. I didn't know why I kept trying to tell myself otherwise.
"Those pajamas make you look like the little kid that you certainly are not," Revelin commented as he poured himself some orange juice. "Pedophilia is one of my turn-offs. So, I suggest that you change into your work clothes and meet me in the basement in an hour before I rip those pajamas off of you myself."
The leer that was sent my way made it seem as if he wanted nothing more than to use the pajamas as an excuse to see me nude. "I have five different sets of similar pajamas," I countered with a glare. "What I wear outside of work is not written anywhere in my contract, Mr. Eferize, and I don't intend to succumb to your tastes outside of work, either."
I couldn't read the look in his blue eyes, but his voice sounded clipped when he simply repeated. "Basement. One hour."
---
Revelin had me activate the rings of the arch-passage that time. He had me set it to a special setting that led to one of his many personal passages. This one led to a stadium-sized platform in the sky. "Where, exactly, are we?" I asked once we walked through.
The platform was made of white, unforgivably hard, marble tiles. The four corners interlaced into high flying buttresses, but other than those corners, the platform was wide open. With each cloud that I could see drifting past us in the distance, I became more and more anxious. I never had a fear of heights, but only because I was safely secure in harnesses, or there was always water around to cushion falls. But the platform, though it was immense in size, made me wary of ever nearing one of the edges.
"This is my training arena," Revelin replied. The man had showered and was dressed in a loose white blouse and a pair of dark gray slacks. He traced a symbol on the ground with the tip of his shoe and, when he tapped on it, the previously open sides of the platform were filled with a particle force field, glowing in the blue hue that was Revelin's signature.
"So, we're gonna train in a fancy, flying gazebo in the sky?" I muttered. I was feeling a little relieved that the gaps were buffered. But, my mentor didn't seem to be listening to me. Instead he motioned for me to follow him into the center of the platform.
"I will need you to not only defend yourself but at least one other person," Revelin stated.
"And by that 'other person' do you mean the Princess of Darenvy?"
"Yes. And anyone else, should we take on another guarding mission," He elaborated. "I warn that you will always leave this arena rather sore and exhausted."
I believed the 'sore' part, but I had no intention to allow myself to become outright exhausted."What are we working on fi-Yipe! What in the world!" My mentor was cautious. He placed full-body particle barriers around both of us...but, for reasons unknown to me, he felt that the entrance to my backside needed protection as well. "I would have surely recalled 'being anally probed' listed under my job description, and it wasn't! What would I possibly need to have a particle barrier riding up my ass for?"
"Oh?" Revelin stated, raising an eyebrow. "One would think you were already used to having a long, cylindrical object constantly up your-"
"Not funny."
"Let's begin. Turn that anger towards your training and attack me."
I felt less violated when the particles were finally retracted from between my butt cheeks. But, I was not a fool. Anger had no place in brawls...it created a mental fog and had a tendency to blind you. My mentor was trying to provoke me into lashing out without thinking. Instead of attacking physically, I decided to attack with my Vim.
Vim was the energy that Wanderers, among other such professions, used to manipulate the particles around them. A person's knowledge and experience determined for how long and how far Vim could be used. But, every now and then, some were born with a natural talent for energy manipulation. My hazel eyes narrowed as I studied my mentor's stance. I had a feeling that Revelin was born with the ability to easily call Vim to himself. I almost laughed as an image snuck into my mind of a baby Revelin using Vim to bring back a fallen pacifier to his mouth before it hit the ground.
Then, without warning, I sent out shards of olive-hued Vim towards my mentor's head. The look on Revelin's face was priceless. I was right in thinking that he had expected a physical attack first. Who was I to disappoint? After sending out the Vim, I dashed over to the side with the intent of kneeing him in the stomach, but he managed to block the blow.
And so continued my 'training', which turned out to be outright sparring. The fact that I was able to keep up with him made me wonder if he was going easy on me in order to study my movement. I wasn't wrong. Revelin began to predict the flow of my attacks and began to toy with me. He would dodge by an inch and would tap whatever patch of skin I left unguarded.
I must have taken too long to think a series of movements through, because he took advantage of my lull and invaded my personal space. My breath hitched and I took a step back only to stumble and hit the ground. Instead of helping me back up, my mentor decided to crawl over my form. My face flushed. The man was simply too close for comfort.
"Are we finished with today's 'training'?" I asked cheekily in the hopes of creating some distance between us.
"I have the final word on whether we are finished or not," Revelin stated with the authority that only a full-fledged Wanderer could muster. I didn't expect the hand that took hold of my wrist to pull me up. "...and I say we are finished. Don't expect our next training session to be easier. You won't surprise me a second time."
I wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong.