Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Valentine's Day ❯ Useless ( Chapter 3 )
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Valentine's Day: Useless
Firestar
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
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Kento sighed wearily into hands as he sat on the couch. It had been
almost a month since the Accident and Ryo had been out of the hospital for two weeks.
And still he wasn't recovered. In fact, he was probably worse off than he'd been when
he'd first woken up.
The warrior of Hardrock was ready to give up. He just couldn't think of any way
to help his friend. He and the other Ronins watched as a little bit more of their leader died
with every battle they fought, with every battle he could not join. Rowen lead now, in his stead.
They weren't big battles, little more than skirmishes, actually, but it really didn't make a
difference.
And while Ryo was slipping away from them, Sage was following in his wake. Both
had grown thin and pale since the Accident. The Ronin of Halo, more than any of them, was
hurting...and they could do nothing. Nothing to convince him that it wasn't his fault that Ryo
was hurt. That it wasn't his fault Ryo had been so anxious to get home. That, finally and most
importantly, it wasn't his fault that he couldn't heal the man he loved.
Life had changed so much since the Accident. Now, instead of hope and joy
and happiness and the belief that one day, when all the battles were over, they could settle
down in peace...now life had no hope at all, and Kento knew instinctively that when hope
was lost, everything else went with it, leaving behind what they had now. And what they
had now was despair.
Worst of all, the intensity of their battles was increasing. Something was once
again organizing the scattered remnants of the Dynasty. It wasn't Talpa. He had been
destroyed for good last time, and with his destruction the Dynasty had crumbled. Only
a few demons had remained to throw themselves at the Mortal World and their attacks had
begun to grow infrequent.
Now, however, the frequency and ferocity of the battles had increased, as if something
knew about Ryo's Accident, and was taking advantage of it.
*********************
Rowen lay awake in his bed, tossing restlessly. The whole situation was tearing him apart.
He didn't understand how Ryo had been able to lead them so well for so long. Leadership was something
the warrior of Strata had never wanted, let alone knew how to cope with. He knew strategy, he knew how
to hold his own one on one, he could even direct a battle with a fair amount of success. But for the life of
him, he could NOT lead. As a matter of fact, the Ronin Warriors were falling apart. Ryo and Sage were
merely pale shadows of themselves, Cye had become silent and withdrawn, and even Kento had lost his
appetite.
The blue-haired man sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He could see only
one way to make everything turn out all right.
********************
Cye sat silently on the porch of the house they all shared. Rowen had awakened him earlier, and
asked him to meet him outside after he got Kento. Now all three sat together, contemplating their situation.
Somehow, someway, they had to get Ryo to snap out of his depression. It was the only way they could
keep on fighting. And to do that, they had to convince him that he wasn't worthless.
Finally, Torrent broke the silence. "We should do it tomorrow. We can't let this go on any longer."
The others nodded in agreement. Tomorrow.
********************
Ryo tossed and turned in his sleep. His body had been long since healed by his lover, leaving only
his eyes damaged. But that was more than enough. His blindness haunted him, taunting him with his
helplessness. He'd stood by in safety while his friends fought, unable to help them.
The crash replayed itself over and over in his dreams, and always he was speeding forward. He
knew what was going to happen but he couldn't stop. The car came barrelling around the curve, metal
shrieked as it twisted.... and he woke up, sweat coating his body and tears flowing from his sightless eyes.
The once great Ronin of Wildfire sat up in bed, shoulders shaking as he desperately tried to
hold back his sobs. He knew he was being selfish, he saw how drawn Sage had become, but he couldn't
just move on.
**********************
Morning came slowly for the three conspirators. Now that they had a plan, they were eager to get
on with it. If there was even the chance of this working, they wanted to do it soon, before another battle
began.
As soon as they saw the sun creeping over the horizon, they slipped out of bed and headed
to where Sage and Ryo slept. They crept into the room slowly, careful not to awaken the two sleeping men.
One hesitated as he saw the trails tears had left during the night on one pale face, but then he continued
resolutely onward. He gathered the motionless form to him, taking it carefully in his arms and then heading
to the door. The others followed quietly, careful to leave the other man undisturbed. They crept softly
down the stairs, the two not burdened carrying several long, slender shapes wrapped in cloth.
They continued onwards out the door and did not stop until they were several miles away from the
house. By now the sun had risen fully and the once motionless figure had begun to stir. Slowly, he turned
his head, his eyes blinking sightlessly. Then suddenly he sat up as he realized he was no longer in his bed
and no longer by his lover's side. He groped about frantically, trying to find something familiar to latch onto.
And then he was still again as he heard footsteps nearby. His sapphire eyes searched fruitlessly
for the source. Suddenly he felt strong hands about his shoulders, lifting him roughly to his feet. Still he
tried desperately to figure out what was going on when a familiar voice sent a chill down his spine.
It brought back terrifying memories of a time of darkness, much like the darkness he had now.
"It is good you are finally awake Wildfire, now we can begin your training. You have been allowed to wallow
in your self-pity for far too long. My compatriots and I are here to make sure that you do not remain so
useless."
Firestar
Disclaimer: They're not mine.
*************
Kento sighed wearily into hands as he sat on the couch. It had been
almost a month since the Accident and Ryo had been out of the hospital for two weeks.
And still he wasn't recovered. In fact, he was probably worse off than he'd been when
he'd first woken up.
The warrior of Hardrock was ready to give up. He just couldn't think of any way
to help his friend. He and the other Ronins watched as a little bit more of their leader died
with every battle they fought, with every battle he could not join. Rowen lead now, in his stead.
They weren't big battles, little more than skirmishes, actually, but it really didn't make a
difference.
And while Ryo was slipping away from them, Sage was following in his wake. Both
had grown thin and pale since the Accident. The Ronin of Halo, more than any of them, was
hurting...and they could do nothing. Nothing to convince him that it wasn't his fault that Ryo
was hurt. That it wasn't his fault Ryo had been so anxious to get home. That, finally and most
importantly, it wasn't his fault that he couldn't heal the man he loved.
Life had changed so much since the Accident. Now, instead of hope and joy
and happiness and the belief that one day, when all the battles were over, they could settle
down in peace...now life had no hope at all, and Kento knew instinctively that when hope
was lost, everything else went with it, leaving behind what they had now. And what they
had now was despair.
Worst of all, the intensity of their battles was increasing. Something was once
again organizing the scattered remnants of the Dynasty. It wasn't Talpa. He had been
destroyed for good last time, and with his destruction the Dynasty had crumbled. Only
a few demons had remained to throw themselves at the Mortal World and their attacks had
begun to grow infrequent.
Now, however, the frequency and ferocity of the battles had increased, as if something
knew about Ryo's Accident, and was taking advantage of it.
*********************
Rowen lay awake in his bed, tossing restlessly. The whole situation was tearing him apart.
He didn't understand how Ryo had been able to lead them so well for so long. Leadership was something
the warrior of Strata had never wanted, let alone knew how to cope with. He knew strategy, he knew how
to hold his own one on one, he could even direct a battle with a fair amount of success. But for the life of
him, he could NOT lead. As a matter of fact, the Ronin Warriors were falling apart. Ryo and Sage were
merely pale shadows of themselves, Cye had become silent and withdrawn, and even Kento had lost his
appetite.
The blue-haired man sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He could see only
one way to make everything turn out all right.
********************
Cye sat silently on the porch of the house they all shared. Rowen had awakened him earlier, and
asked him to meet him outside after he got Kento. Now all three sat together, contemplating their situation.
Somehow, someway, they had to get Ryo to snap out of his depression. It was the only way they could
keep on fighting. And to do that, they had to convince him that he wasn't worthless.
Finally, Torrent broke the silence. "We should do it tomorrow. We can't let this go on any longer."
The others nodded in agreement. Tomorrow.
********************
Ryo tossed and turned in his sleep. His body had been long since healed by his lover, leaving only
his eyes damaged. But that was more than enough. His blindness haunted him, taunting him with his
helplessness. He'd stood by in safety while his friends fought, unable to help them.
The crash replayed itself over and over in his dreams, and always he was speeding forward. He
knew what was going to happen but he couldn't stop. The car came barrelling around the curve, metal
shrieked as it twisted.... and he woke up, sweat coating his body and tears flowing from his sightless eyes.
The once great Ronin of Wildfire sat up in bed, shoulders shaking as he desperately tried to
hold back his sobs. He knew he was being selfish, he saw how drawn Sage had become, but he couldn't
just move on.
**********************
Morning came slowly for the three conspirators. Now that they had a plan, they were eager to get
on with it. If there was even the chance of this working, they wanted to do it soon, before another battle
began.
As soon as they saw the sun creeping over the horizon, they slipped out of bed and headed
to where Sage and Ryo slept. They crept into the room slowly, careful not to awaken the two sleeping men.
One hesitated as he saw the trails tears had left during the night on one pale face, but then he continued
resolutely onward. He gathered the motionless form to him, taking it carefully in his arms and then heading
to the door. The others followed quietly, careful to leave the other man undisturbed. They crept softly
down the stairs, the two not burdened carrying several long, slender shapes wrapped in cloth.
They continued onwards out the door and did not stop until they were several miles away from the
house. By now the sun had risen fully and the once motionless figure had begun to stir. Slowly, he turned
his head, his eyes blinking sightlessly. Then suddenly he sat up as he realized he was no longer in his bed
and no longer by his lover's side. He groped about frantically, trying to find something familiar to latch onto.
And then he was still again as he heard footsteps nearby. His sapphire eyes searched fruitlessly
for the source. Suddenly he felt strong hands about his shoulders, lifting him roughly to his feet. Still he
tried desperately to figure out what was going on when a familiar voice sent a chill down his spine.
It brought back terrifying memories of a time of darkness, much like the darkness he had now.
"It is good you are finally awake Wildfire, now we can begin your training. You have been allowed to wallow
in your self-pity for far too long. My compatriots and I are here to make sure that you do not remain so
useless."