Post by UG-Chan on Oct 19, 2010 14:33:21 GMT -5
A boy, about the age of fifteen or sixteen walked beside his mentor; a tall, dark-grey haired, wolf demon. The demon walked at a slow pace, his wooden sandals brushing lightly on the forest floor. His skin was pale, his golden eyes hallow and dark- he was the polar opposite of his student, a silver-white haired boy with bright and curious sky blue eyes. The forest was alive with the chatter of its inhabitants, a warm breeze brushing though the trees above. Hoshiko scanned the forest floor, looking for plants and herbs that he needed to replenish his supply, having sold what his had to replenish his sake supply. He held out his arm, stopping himself and his student- the teal sleeve of his kimono waved in the breeze and from the movement- as a pure white wolf came before them.
“It’s just a wolf,” the boy said.
The wolf tilted his head as he transformed into a being similar to Hoshiko. “What are you two doing in my territory? Do you know what happens to those who trespass here?” Hoshiko looked at the demon with blank eyes. The white demon smirked. “You answer to me.”
“I don’t answer to anybody, especially to a whelp like you,” Hoshiko said flatly.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Kristen,” the older wolf demon said in a hushed tone, noticing that he just challenged the younger demon. “Get out of here.”
“What?! Why?!,” the boy shouted in shock, looking up at his master. Is he actually concerned about me..?
“Foolish little human isn’t he?” he questioned with a cocky tone. “Run off you little whelp, if you know what’s good for you. You’re in my territory, so I could do anything I want to you.”
Hoshiko looked at his student with harsh eyes. “He’s not lying, Kid, get out of here.”
“But…” The white wolf demon darted forward, outstretching his claws towards the boy. Kristen opened his eyes, having flinched. “Master!” He shouted, seeing his mentor holding the demons claw back.
“Damn it, Kid! Run!” Hoshiko barked. Kristen nodded and scrambled off in the opposite direction. He glared at the demon before him. “Let the kid go, your fight is with me.”
The demon smiled, his fangs showing. “Very well Old Man,” he grabbed Hoshiko’s wrist and sent him flying as he tossed him towards the nearest tree. Hoshiko rotated, shifting his weight as he dropped the bags that he was carrying. He bounced off the tree and darted toward the younger demon. He flashed past him, landing on his knees behind him. “Ha, missed me Old Man,” the demon barked. He blinked, feeling something on his face. He touched his fingers to his cheek, holding them before him. His hand shoo as he saw the crimson liquid on his hand. “My face! You cut my face!” He charged at the older demon. He knocked him to the side, tearing in to his chest, ripping the kimono. “You’ll pay Old Man!”
Hoshiko stumbled back, putting a hand to his chest. Zora…. His eyes hardened, looking at the blood as it soaked in to the aged fabric. He took off his clothing, leaving only his undergarments. I will not have Zora’s final gift to me be ruined in a petty fight.
The younger demon charged again, slashing Hoshiko’s arm. Hoshiko returned the favor by striking his other cheek. The younger demon growled, his ears laying flat. He jumped up into a tree, Hoshiko following only to be kicked down in to the ground. Hoshiko rolled to the side, barely avoiding the gash in to his collar bone. He kicked the young demon in the chest, sending him back a ways. Hoshiko sat up, holding his bleeding collar bone. His body was growing weaker as his gashes continued to bleed. He looked at the other demon, huffing. He got up and charged again. He slashed his shoulder, getting his own arm slashed by the white demon. The younger demon smashed him in to a tree. Hoshiko grunted, staggering as he slid down, the rough bark of the trunk grating into his back. The white demon jabbed forward with his claws. Hoshiko ducked and rammed the younger demon in the gut with his shoulder, more blood leaking from the gash on his collar bone.
“Surrender Old Man,” the younger demon huffed, his own gashes bleeding. However they were healing at a faster rate. Hoshiko closed his eyes as he felt claws wrap around his neck, falling backward on to the grass. He grunted, his head hitting the solid ground. “If you surrender I won’t have to kill you.” He smirked.
“Go ahead and kill me…” Hoshiko huffed, opening his eyes part way. “Go ahead...I don’t have any….thing left to live for…”
The younger demon smirked. “Then I’ll let you live, Old Man. I’ll let you suffer for ruining my beautiful face.” He squished Hoshiko’s cheeks between his fingers, his claws drawing blood. “It’s going to be hard to get a mate this season?” Hoshiko whimpered as the younger demon flipped him onto his stomach. “Stay still!” the young demon barked, struggling to keep the older demon pinned to the ground. “I’ll make you pay with your body! It’s the least you can do after ruining my face!” He punched Hoshiko’s head. “Stop squirming, damn it!” Hoshiko grunted as he stopped struggling. He closed his eyes, feeling powerless. “Good boy, it won’t hurt as much if you stay still and just take it.” The younger demon penetrated him. Hoshiko stared off into the distance, his cold, cracked heart shattering more and more which each thrust and each grunt that was heavily coasted in satisfaction. A single tear ran down his cheek as the white demon finished the deed and dismounted him. “Let this be a lesson to you Old Man, nobody ever crosses my turf without paying for it. Let alone ruining my perfect face!” Hoshiko squeaked as the younger demon’s foot came down on his right arm. He struggled to ward of blackness as he fought the pain after he heard the loud ‘snap’, and again when he felt a kick in his ribs. “And don’t worry about your little whelp; you took enough for the both of you.” Hoshiko choked out a groan as he heard the younger demon trot off into the trees, having transformed back to his wolf form.
“Master!” Kristen called out as he wandered through the trees. He froze, hearing a twig snap. He looked around at surroundings with several quick glances gong several directions. He sighed in relief as a brown rabbit bounced by to his right. He blinked as it stopped and looked at him with its round, glassy brown eyes. It twitched its nose, scratching it ear with a hind paw before bouncing off. The boy didn’t know why, but he started to follow the rabbit. He found it odd that it would sit and wait for him whenever it left his field of vision. He continued to follow it through the trees and brush before coming to a familiar spot where the trees towered over him and the ground was lacking of shrubbery. “Where to now?” he muttered, glancing down as if the rabbit knew where to go. “Hey…Where’d you go..?” The rabbit was gone. Kristen scanned the clearing and squinted as he looked in to the farthest reach of his eye sight, wanting to be sure that the demon from before was gone. He cautiously stepped out of the brush, pausing for a few moments as he checked his surroundings again. He groaned, falling to where he was kneeling as he held his head. So much pain…! he thought, his blue eyes wide as his body started to shake. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force the pain he was sensing back to where it was just a dull roar in his consciousness. He panted as he stood up with shaky legs. Some times his bloodline could be a curse, being able to sense and feel other’s pain no matter how minor. At least he was able to control it for the most part. He could tune out if somebody had a paper cut, bruise or a small burn, but for as much as he was sensing; it felt dangerously fatal. Kristen stepped lightly, going farther and farther out in to the open. He looked around, spotting marks of blood and gashes on the tree trunks. “I’m close,” he muttered to himself quietly. He followed the markings on the trees for a few yards. He blinked, seeing a huddled pile on the ground. He ran over to it and knelt down, picking up the worn, teal kimono. He noticed the tears and the blood on the chest of the robes. He felt it with his finger tips, it was tacky, not completely dry, in some parts of the blotch. He stood back up, holding his throbbing head in one hand as he held the articles of clothing in his opposite arm. The roar in his head had intensified, despite the suppression. I’m getting close… He took off running, following his ability for a hundred or so more feet. He stopped in his tracks as he saw his mentor, lying on his stomach on the grass that was spotted with clotted blood. “Holy…” he muttered as he darted over, falling to his knees beside his mentor. He looked over the several deep gashes, the swollen arm, and the large bruise that splotched his master’s lower rib cage as he scrambled to take off the bags of supplies he was carrying with him. He took out a bowl and yanked the cap off of the water skin, pouring the clear liquid into the bowl. He took off his white jacket, rolling it up as he set it under his master’s head. The wolf demon groaned, weakly opening his eyes. He looked at his student, his shattered soul fogging up his golden eyes. Kristen bit his lip; he demanded to know what happened to his teacher that made him a shell of even his current self. There was barely any life in the man’s eyes, just an endless abyss of darkness, hopelessness, and pain. Kristen took out a cloth from the bag and soaked it in the water. He gently started to clean the gashes. He found some relief when he saw they weren’t too deep, his teacher’s accelerated healing had at least stopped the bleeding and started mending the wounds slowly. He made a salve from their many herbs to inhibit infection and gently spread it across the wounds before wrapping them in bandages. When the gashes were treated he started on his master’s broken arm. The aura stone on his glove shone as he focused on bringing down the swelling before setting and bracing the bone. Kristen tried as hard as he could to sit his master up, cleaning off the gashes on his chest and wrapping them in a lone strand of bandages. When he finished he covered his master in a blanket, letting him rest, and also finding it some what awkward to see his mentor in the nude. “We’ll get you to a hospital tomorrow to get your arm properly treated,” Kristen told the motionless wolf demon. He looked at the kimono, picking it back up off the ground. This thing is like tracing paper thin, why does he still wear it? He ran his fingers along the seams. This…It’s hand stitched… Kristen glanced at his teacher, the demon’s golden eyes staring blankly at the canopy above them. The poor man looked broken, no will power left in his body. He held his head, I need to get away for a bit. He stood up. “Master, I’m going to look for a stream so I can try to get the blood off your kimono.”
Hoshiko blinked slowly in response to his student’s voice.
Kristen’s heart sank, his mentor hardly spoke to him before, but he would at least verbally acknowledge him when he was going to go off on his own for any allotted time. He walked in a straight path from where he was, hoping to find some flowing water to try to get the blood out of his master’s clothing. He found one some time later and started rubbing the clothing up against the smoothed rocks that lined the banks. He kept at it until he noticed the sun was going down. He looked at the kimono, most of the blood was gone, and one would have to look ridiculously close at it to find where the splotch was. He wrung out the cloth and started back toward where he left his master. The wolf demon was still lying on the ground, no evidence that he had moved was there. Kristen put up a clothes line and hung the clothes up to dry before heading out to get fire wood. He watched his master as he cooked dinner, he hoped that Hoshiko would at least eat something. But if worse came to worse he would feed him like a baby, he’d even hold his nose shut to open his mouth if it came to that.
Weeks passed. The duo had returned to their small apartment at the Travel House. Kristen came into the two bedroom apartment, having finished a shift at the Centre. He sighed, seeing his teacher asleep on the couch once again, his right arm resting on his chest from the sling that he wore. The demon’s dark grey hair was messy and down from its usual ponytail, his eyes were swollen and had dark bags underneath them. Kristen picked up the bags of food that were scattered around the couch.
Sour cream and dill pickle chips..? he questioned. His master rarely ate junk food, let alone five bags in one day. Kristen shrugged, at least he wasn’t drinking any more. Maybe the near-death incident knocked some sense into him, the boy rationalized. But eating so much isn’t going to help him much either, he’s already starting to get fat. He doesn’t even exercise anymore. He stepped on the petal to the trash can, the lid opening to take the garbage. Kristen dusted off his hands, swiping them together. He looked over his shoulder, hearing Hoshiko grunt as he moved. “How are you feeling?” Hoshiko looked at him with his hallow, gold eyes; like he was telling him ‘You should know. Why bother asking?’ Kristen nodded, rubbing one of his temples. He could sense his master’s discomfort, but he asked him anyway in an attempt to get him to talk. “Have you been taking your pain medication?”
“I can’t,” Hoshiko said flatly.
Kristen rolled his eyes as he got himself a glass of water from the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a piece of plastic sticking out from a wad of toilet paper from the trash bin. Curious, he knelt down beside the bin, picking out the stick. He blinked, seeing a smiling panda bear on the small digital screen. He moved some of the stuff around in the bin, soon finding a white box with a bamboo pattern printed on it. “’Mr. Panda’s Pregnancy Test’…?” he questioned, looking at the box in utter confusion. There was only him and Hoshiko living in the apartment and the closest female tenants where down at the other side of the building. He flipped the box over, reading the directions and the legend. Well somebody’s pregnant… Kristen jumped as he heard pounding footsteps coming toward the bathroom, he looked up and saw Hoshiko standing in the doorway, a hand clasped over his mouth. Kristen dropped the items and quickly slipped out of the bathroom, Hoshiko slamming the door behind him. The boy slid down the wall, running his hands through his white hair. So his charm does work… he muttered to himself in thought as he recalled the flower mark on his master’s stomach – a fertility charm that the Healer’s Guild would use on barren women. He knew that his master had used the charm on himself, taboo in the Guild, but he didn’t fully understand or even knew why he did it. But how did this happen? Master’s straight and he’s so cold I don’t see how he could even have a relationship. Kristen closed his blue eyes, thinking. Something more happened in that fight…Did it? His ears twitched as he heard the toilet flush from the other side of the door. He waited patiently for Hoshiko to come out, but when nearly ten minutes passed he got up and opened the door. He blinked as he saw his mentor curled up in the corner, hugging his knees to his chest with his good arm. Hoshiko glanced at him as his body started to shake. He looked away as Kristen put down the toilet seat and sat down on it. They sat in the bathroom in silence.
“It’s just a wolf,” the boy said.
The wolf tilted his head as he transformed into a being similar to Hoshiko. “What are you two doing in my territory? Do you know what happens to those who trespass here?” Hoshiko looked at the demon with blank eyes. The white demon smirked. “You answer to me.”
“I don’t answer to anybody, especially to a whelp like you,” Hoshiko said flatly.
“Is that a challenge?”
“Kristen,” the older wolf demon said in a hushed tone, noticing that he just challenged the younger demon. “Get out of here.”
“What?! Why?!,” the boy shouted in shock, looking up at his master. Is he actually concerned about me..?
“Foolish little human isn’t he?” he questioned with a cocky tone. “Run off you little whelp, if you know what’s good for you. You’re in my territory, so I could do anything I want to you.”
Hoshiko looked at his student with harsh eyes. “He’s not lying, Kid, get out of here.”
“But…” The white wolf demon darted forward, outstretching his claws towards the boy. Kristen opened his eyes, having flinched. “Master!” He shouted, seeing his mentor holding the demons claw back.
“Damn it, Kid! Run!” Hoshiko barked. Kristen nodded and scrambled off in the opposite direction. He glared at the demon before him. “Let the kid go, your fight is with me.”
The demon smiled, his fangs showing. “Very well Old Man,” he grabbed Hoshiko’s wrist and sent him flying as he tossed him towards the nearest tree. Hoshiko rotated, shifting his weight as he dropped the bags that he was carrying. He bounced off the tree and darted toward the younger demon. He flashed past him, landing on his knees behind him. “Ha, missed me Old Man,” the demon barked. He blinked, feeling something on his face. He touched his fingers to his cheek, holding them before him. His hand shoo as he saw the crimson liquid on his hand. “My face! You cut my face!” He charged at the older demon. He knocked him to the side, tearing in to his chest, ripping the kimono. “You’ll pay Old Man!”
Hoshiko stumbled back, putting a hand to his chest. Zora…. His eyes hardened, looking at the blood as it soaked in to the aged fabric. He took off his clothing, leaving only his undergarments. I will not have Zora’s final gift to me be ruined in a petty fight.
The younger demon charged again, slashing Hoshiko’s arm. Hoshiko returned the favor by striking his other cheek. The younger demon growled, his ears laying flat. He jumped up into a tree, Hoshiko following only to be kicked down in to the ground. Hoshiko rolled to the side, barely avoiding the gash in to his collar bone. He kicked the young demon in the chest, sending him back a ways. Hoshiko sat up, holding his bleeding collar bone. His body was growing weaker as his gashes continued to bleed. He looked at the other demon, huffing. He got up and charged again. He slashed his shoulder, getting his own arm slashed by the white demon. The younger demon smashed him in to a tree. Hoshiko grunted, staggering as he slid down, the rough bark of the trunk grating into his back. The white demon jabbed forward with his claws. Hoshiko ducked and rammed the younger demon in the gut with his shoulder, more blood leaking from the gash on his collar bone.
“Surrender Old Man,” the younger demon huffed, his own gashes bleeding. However they were healing at a faster rate. Hoshiko closed his eyes as he felt claws wrap around his neck, falling backward on to the grass. He grunted, his head hitting the solid ground. “If you surrender I won’t have to kill you.” He smirked.
“Go ahead and kill me…” Hoshiko huffed, opening his eyes part way. “Go ahead...I don’t have any….thing left to live for…”
The younger demon smirked. “Then I’ll let you live, Old Man. I’ll let you suffer for ruining my beautiful face.” He squished Hoshiko’s cheeks between his fingers, his claws drawing blood. “It’s going to be hard to get a mate this season?” Hoshiko whimpered as the younger demon flipped him onto his stomach. “Stay still!” the young demon barked, struggling to keep the older demon pinned to the ground. “I’ll make you pay with your body! It’s the least you can do after ruining my face!” He punched Hoshiko’s head. “Stop squirming, damn it!” Hoshiko grunted as he stopped struggling. He closed his eyes, feeling powerless. “Good boy, it won’t hurt as much if you stay still and just take it.” The younger demon penetrated him. Hoshiko stared off into the distance, his cold, cracked heart shattering more and more which each thrust and each grunt that was heavily coasted in satisfaction. A single tear ran down his cheek as the white demon finished the deed and dismounted him. “Let this be a lesson to you Old Man, nobody ever crosses my turf without paying for it. Let alone ruining my perfect face!” Hoshiko squeaked as the younger demon’s foot came down on his right arm. He struggled to ward of blackness as he fought the pain after he heard the loud ‘snap’, and again when he felt a kick in his ribs. “And don’t worry about your little whelp; you took enough for the both of you.” Hoshiko choked out a groan as he heard the younger demon trot off into the trees, having transformed back to his wolf form.
“Master!” Kristen called out as he wandered through the trees. He froze, hearing a twig snap. He looked around at surroundings with several quick glances gong several directions. He sighed in relief as a brown rabbit bounced by to his right. He blinked as it stopped and looked at him with its round, glassy brown eyes. It twitched its nose, scratching it ear with a hind paw before bouncing off. The boy didn’t know why, but he started to follow the rabbit. He found it odd that it would sit and wait for him whenever it left his field of vision. He continued to follow it through the trees and brush before coming to a familiar spot where the trees towered over him and the ground was lacking of shrubbery. “Where to now?” he muttered, glancing down as if the rabbit knew where to go. “Hey…Where’d you go..?” The rabbit was gone. Kristen scanned the clearing and squinted as he looked in to the farthest reach of his eye sight, wanting to be sure that the demon from before was gone. He cautiously stepped out of the brush, pausing for a few moments as he checked his surroundings again. He groaned, falling to where he was kneeling as he held his head. So much pain…! he thought, his blue eyes wide as his body started to shake. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to force the pain he was sensing back to where it was just a dull roar in his consciousness. He panted as he stood up with shaky legs. Some times his bloodline could be a curse, being able to sense and feel other’s pain no matter how minor. At least he was able to control it for the most part. He could tune out if somebody had a paper cut, bruise or a small burn, but for as much as he was sensing; it felt dangerously fatal. Kristen stepped lightly, going farther and farther out in to the open. He looked around, spotting marks of blood and gashes on the tree trunks. “I’m close,” he muttered to himself quietly. He followed the markings on the trees for a few yards. He blinked, seeing a huddled pile on the ground. He ran over to it and knelt down, picking up the worn, teal kimono. He noticed the tears and the blood on the chest of the robes. He felt it with his finger tips, it was tacky, not completely dry, in some parts of the blotch. He stood back up, holding his throbbing head in one hand as he held the articles of clothing in his opposite arm. The roar in his head had intensified, despite the suppression. I’m getting close… He took off running, following his ability for a hundred or so more feet. He stopped in his tracks as he saw his mentor, lying on his stomach on the grass that was spotted with clotted blood. “Holy…” he muttered as he darted over, falling to his knees beside his mentor. He looked over the several deep gashes, the swollen arm, and the large bruise that splotched his master’s lower rib cage as he scrambled to take off the bags of supplies he was carrying with him. He took out a bowl and yanked the cap off of the water skin, pouring the clear liquid into the bowl. He took off his white jacket, rolling it up as he set it under his master’s head. The wolf demon groaned, weakly opening his eyes. He looked at his student, his shattered soul fogging up his golden eyes. Kristen bit his lip; he demanded to know what happened to his teacher that made him a shell of even his current self. There was barely any life in the man’s eyes, just an endless abyss of darkness, hopelessness, and pain. Kristen took out a cloth from the bag and soaked it in the water. He gently started to clean the gashes. He found some relief when he saw they weren’t too deep, his teacher’s accelerated healing had at least stopped the bleeding and started mending the wounds slowly. He made a salve from their many herbs to inhibit infection and gently spread it across the wounds before wrapping them in bandages. When the gashes were treated he started on his master’s broken arm. The aura stone on his glove shone as he focused on bringing down the swelling before setting and bracing the bone. Kristen tried as hard as he could to sit his master up, cleaning off the gashes on his chest and wrapping them in a lone strand of bandages. When he finished he covered his master in a blanket, letting him rest, and also finding it some what awkward to see his mentor in the nude. “We’ll get you to a hospital tomorrow to get your arm properly treated,” Kristen told the motionless wolf demon. He looked at the kimono, picking it back up off the ground. This thing is like tracing paper thin, why does he still wear it? He ran his fingers along the seams. This…It’s hand stitched… Kristen glanced at his teacher, the demon’s golden eyes staring blankly at the canopy above them. The poor man looked broken, no will power left in his body. He held his head, I need to get away for a bit. He stood up. “Master, I’m going to look for a stream so I can try to get the blood off your kimono.”
Hoshiko blinked slowly in response to his student’s voice.
Kristen’s heart sank, his mentor hardly spoke to him before, but he would at least verbally acknowledge him when he was going to go off on his own for any allotted time. He walked in a straight path from where he was, hoping to find some flowing water to try to get the blood out of his master’s clothing. He found one some time later and started rubbing the clothing up against the smoothed rocks that lined the banks. He kept at it until he noticed the sun was going down. He looked at the kimono, most of the blood was gone, and one would have to look ridiculously close at it to find where the splotch was. He wrung out the cloth and started back toward where he left his master. The wolf demon was still lying on the ground, no evidence that he had moved was there. Kristen put up a clothes line and hung the clothes up to dry before heading out to get fire wood. He watched his master as he cooked dinner, he hoped that Hoshiko would at least eat something. But if worse came to worse he would feed him like a baby, he’d even hold his nose shut to open his mouth if it came to that.
Weeks passed. The duo had returned to their small apartment at the Travel House. Kristen came into the two bedroom apartment, having finished a shift at the Centre. He sighed, seeing his teacher asleep on the couch once again, his right arm resting on his chest from the sling that he wore. The demon’s dark grey hair was messy and down from its usual ponytail, his eyes were swollen and had dark bags underneath them. Kristen picked up the bags of food that were scattered around the couch.
Sour cream and dill pickle chips..? he questioned. His master rarely ate junk food, let alone five bags in one day. Kristen shrugged, at least he wasn’t drinking any more. Maybe the near-death incident knocked some sense into him, the boy rationalized. But eating so much isn’t going to help him much either, he’s already starting to get fat. He doesn’t even exercise anymore. He stepped on the petal to the trash can, the lid opening to take the garbage. Kristen dusted off his hands, swiping them together. He looked over his shoulder, hearing Hoshiko grunt as he moved. “How are you feeling?” Hoshiko looked at him with his hallow, gold eyes; like he was telling him ‘You should know. Why bother asking?’ Kristen nodded, rubbing one of his temples. He could sense his master’s discomfort, but he asked him anyway in an attempt to get him to talk. “Have you been taking your pain medication?”
“I can’t,” Hoshiko said flatly.
Kristen rolled his eyes as he got himself a glass of water from the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow as he saw a piece of plastic sticking out from a wad of toilet paper from the trash bin. Curious, he knelt down beside the bin, picking out the stick. He blinked, seeing a smiling panda bear on the small digital screen. He moved some of the stuff around in the bin, soon finding a white box with a bamboo pattern printed on it. “’Mr. Panda’s Pregnancy Test’…?” he questioned, looking at the box in utter confusion. There was only him and Hoshiko living in the apartment and the closest female tenants where down at the other side of the building. He flipped the box over, reading the directions and the legend. Well somebody’s pregnant… Kristen jumped as he heard pounding footsteps coming toward the bathroom, he looked up and saw Hoshiko standing in the doorway, a hand clasped over his mouth. Kristen dropped the items and quickly slipped out of the bathroom, Hoshiko slamming the door behind him. The boy slid down the wall, running his hands through his white hair. So his charm does work… he muttered to himself in thought as he recalled the flower mark on his master’s stomach – a fertility charm that the Healer’s Guild would use on barren women. He knew that his master had used the charm on himself, taboo in the Guild, but he didn’t fully understand or even knew why he did it. But how did this happen? Master’s straight and he’s so cold I don’t see how he could even have a relationship. Kristen closed his blue eyes, thinking. Something more happened in that fight…Did it? His ears twitched as he heard the toilet flush from the other side of the door. He waited patiently for Hoshiko to come out, but when nearly ten minutes passed he got up and opened the door. He blinked as he saw his mentor curled up in the corner, hugging his knees to his chest with his good arm. Hoshiko glanced at him as his body started to shake. He looked away as Kristen put down the toilet seat and sat down on it. They sat in the bathroom in silence.