Unblockable Moves | By : shotgunviolin Category: +S through Z > Soul Caliber Views: 4044 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A young student looked up at a grinning man with red hair,
unsure what to think of such a character at the Proving Grounds. “Are...you
here to train?” The student questioned.
The young man laughed. “No, I’ve come in search of an old friend.
Is Kilik still here?”
The student, impressed that such a man was friends with the
well known fighter, nodded his head. “He is.”
“Where can I find him?”
The student turned around and pointed. “He’s down at the
Warrior’s Trial Grounds. He’s assisting in the teaching there.”
“Oh is he? Never saw that coming.” The unknown warrior
nodded his head towards the student as he began to walk in the pointed
direction. “Thanks kid!” He shouted over his shoulder.
In the year that had separated both Kilik and Yunsung, they
had accomplished so much. It was unfortunate that Yunsung was returning with
bad news, instead of a smile and stories to tell of his travels. Still walking,
he indulged in the thought of Kilik being a teacher. He had seriously, never
saw such a thing happening to his longtime friend. Kilik had always stuck to
his studies alone, never involved with anyone else but Edgemaster. Yunsung
thought perhaps, Edgemaster was already training new warriors, because he knew
of the news that Yunsung was already returning with, so he needed Kilik’s help.
He quickly stopped exchanging thoughts with himself as he
stepped into a cleared area for fighters. The ground was stone, exotic trees
and ancient architecture surrounded the picturesque area. The Trail Grounds
overlooked the Thuban River,
which Yunsung had traveled up to get back to the memorable area. He let his
eyes wander over a few of the students in training, before he spotted a
familiar figure. His back was to everyone in the area and he was gazing out
across the seemingly never ending width of the river, the evening sunset
blazing down on the water. He had one hand on his hip, the other clutching his
deadly Kali-Yuga rod.
Yunsung approached the man he had been yearning to meet once
again, and calmly crossed his arms. “You know you shouldn’t have your back
turned. Someone may be waiting for the moment to cut you down.” He drew his
sword from his side, and took a stance.
Kilik’s body tensed at the voice he was sure he knew, and he slowly turned around. “I should have known
better...” he spoke with a smile covering his face. He also took a stance,
holding his rod back with one hand. “Are you sure you want me to beat you
again?”
“I’m confident that you’re indeed, beatable,” Yunsung spoke with a wicked smirk.
A few of the students, who were waiting for their teacher,
Kilik, to tell them to begin their practices, gathered around the two men to
watch what battle might begin.
Kilik lunged suddenly, missing as Yunsung jumped out of the
way and slipped behind him. He raised his sword back, but the blade was stopped
halfway down by the strong Kali-Yuga. Kilik looked Yunsung in the eyes and then
pushed forward with all his strength, knocking the warrior backwards. Wary of
tripping, Yunsung looked down at his footing, and when he glanced back up, the
dangerous rod hit him directly in the chest, knocking him not only off his
feet, but causing him to lose his breath.
Kilik stepped up to his side and crouched down. “You’re
dead.”
“I let you win.”
“Oh did you?” He asked, another smile cascading over his
face.
Yunsung nodded. “I couldn’t let the students see their
teacher lose to an outsider— you smiled twice already.”
Kilik didn’t say anything for a moment, then got back to his
feet. He turned around, eyeing his students. “That’s what happens when you take
your eyes off the enemy. Never, under any circumstances, do that.” He turned
around and lent Yunsung a hand, pulling him to his feet.
“Thanks,” the red headed man replied, sheathing his sword.
“You all may begin your practices. Mitsurugi will be by
shortly to watch everyone’s progress. Remember, stay focused.”
Kilik left the immediate area, Yunsung quickly following
after him.
“Mitsurugi?” Yunsung questioned as he followed Kilik into a
small temple. “What’s he doing around here?”
“We’re the new teachers,” Kilik responded as he sat down on
a cushion on the floor. He set his rod at his side and motioned Yunsung to sit
in the one opposite of him.
Yunsung did so, also placing his weapon close at hand.
“Where’s Edgemaster?”
“Gone,” Kilik replied.
Yunsung raised a curious eyebrow. “Gone...where?”
“Travels, practice... you never quite know with him.
Mitsurugi and I promised to keep the Proving Grounds in order while he was
gone.”
Yunsung nodded in understanding.
Kilik rose to his feet once again, walking to a small table
and fixing himself a cup of cold tea. “Thirsty?” He asked, not looking over his
shoulder.
“No, I’m okay,” answered Yunsung, anxious to just have a
normal conversation with Kilik.
Kilik sat back down after a moment, handing Yunsung a cup
anyway, and expecting him to drink it. After taking a sip and setting his own
cup aside, he asked, “where have you been the past year?”
“Everywhere,” the young man answered. He didn’t want to talk
about anything burdensome, especially about the news that brought him back so
quickly. “I actually...have some not so great news.”
Taking his cup back in his hand, Kilik said, “I figured.”
“How so?”
“I didn’t expect you back after only a year. I know you.
You’re anxious and excited to be in new places, and meet new people. You
wouldn’t come back to the Proving Grounds without some dire need to.”
“Of course I would have,” insisted Yunsung.
“Oh really?”
“Yes. You make it out to seem like I don’t give a shit about
you, and you know that’s a lie.”
A partial grin, before a sip of his tea, was Kilik’s silent
reaction.
“Anyway...I came back from Benetnasch. You remember that
Gambling Den there, don’t you?” Yunsung watched Kilik nod, and then he sighed.
“Well, I was there a few nights ago, and guess who I met up with?”
“Who?”
“Xianghua.”
Kilik’s eyes widened with sudden interest, and he cast his
cup side. He leaned close. “Xianghua? How is she?”
“Good...well, under the circumstances that is.”
Kilik tilted his head in an odd fashion, narrowing his
curious eyes. “What’s happened?”
Yunsung sighed heavily, looking down and running his
fingertip along the rim of his cup. “Kilik, there isn’t any real easy way of
telling you this. I can’t sugarcoat it, so I guess I have no choice but to say
it.” He raised his eyes. “Soul Edge is back.”
Kilik seemed confused for the longest time. “That’s
impossible,” he finally managed to speak.
Yunsung shook his head. “No. I got word from Xianghua that
when you destroyed it, pieces were scattered across the world. Nightmare was
been working to gather all the pieces and bring back the power of the Soul
Edge.” He paused, concerned for Kilik, and whether or not he should continue
talking. “Do you want to hear the rest?” He asked quietly.
“Yes,” Kilik whispered.
Yunsung edged a little closer, then continued. “Xianghua has
gotten rumors in her travels that there are some warriors out there looking for
the pieces. Most of them have the intention to destroy them.”
“Not Nightmare.”
“No,” Yunsung spoke. “He’s back, and insane as ever.
However, she did mention to me that Sophitia Alexandra might have returned to
try and get rid of Nightmare.”
“Sophitia and I have a rocky relationship,” Kilik said, in
almost a sarcastic chuckle. “We both want each other dead. But other than that,
we’re okay.”
Yunsung smiled.
Kilik looked up, his dark eyes, seemingly darker than they
usually were. “Please tell me that’s all.”
“That’s all,” agreed Yunsung.
Kilik took a deep sigh of relief, rubbing his brow. This was
bad news to him. Soul Edge destroyed his life, and was the cause of the death
of so many people he loved. That included Xianglian, a woman that Kilik had
considered his sister, they were that close. It was because of that sword that
he was the cause of the massacre. It was something that he never could live
with afterwards. Now it was back?
Yunsung got off his cushion, taking a seat next to Kilik and
gently placing one hand on his shoulder. “Honestly, it wasn’t the reason I
wanted to come back,” he spoke gently. “Above anything else, you’re the reason
I would have come back...but this...Soul Edge shit is a problem I couldn’t
avoid.”
Kilik nodded. “I know. I’m glad you came back to tell me.”
Yunsung nudged his side playfully. “Come on, no falling into
the past. It’s something that cannot be changed, remember? Now is now, and you
should smile in the present, not frown.”
Kilik couldn’t help but laugh at Yunsung’s vain and childish
attempts in cheering him up. Still, this was something that he would never understand.
This pain in his heart, this guilt that choked him, they were never going to be
a part of Yunsung’s life, so he wouldn’t understand why Kilik never smiled.
“Yunsung...this is the last place I expected to meet you
once again,” came a deep voice from the doorway of the temple.
Yunsung looked up, then got to his feet and bowed his head
slightly in Mitsurugi’s presence. Unlike how he could play around and tease
Kilik, Mitsurugi was much older than him, and almost a father figure to
everyone around. “Mitsurugi,” he spoke.
“How are the students’ practices going?” Kilik asked, still
staring at the random cracks in the temple floor.
“Fine. I sent them to their dorms for the evening. It got
dark faster than I thought.” He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t ask
right away. Instead, he also helped himself to a cup of tea, not enjoying the
taste, and then began to lock up some of the temple rooms.
Yunsung began to help.
“So now curiosity is painfully hurting,” Mitsurugi began as
a few more moments past. “What’s troubling you, Kilik?”
Kilik slowly got to his feet, placing his used cup back on
the table, not quite caring that it was dirty. “Yunsung just told me that Soul
Edge is back.”
Mitsurugi locked the last door, then looked in Yunsung’s
direction. “It’s what?”
Once again, Kilik had to listen to those few, yet, painful
words come from Yunsung’s lips. The Soul Edge was back. New and old faces were
in search of the pieces. Nightmare was alive and well. Hell, now Sophitia even
returned. He couldn’t stand it.
“I’m retiring now,” Kilik informed as soon as the story was
over.
Mitsurugi nodded. “For the best,” he informed. “Bring this
trouble maker to a room for the night,” he joked, pointing at Yunsung, then
beginning to clean up a few last things left out.
Kilik stepped out of the temple and walked down a long,
outside hall, where doors led to the small rooms in which the
students-in-training slept. As soon as he got to the last room, which was
indeed his private room, he turned around and grabbed Yunsung by the front of
his shirt and pulled him into the room.
Yunsung had barely stumbled inside and closed the door
before Kilik’s mouth was on his, and arms were wrapped tightly around his neck.
Yunsung reached down, grabbing Kilik’s hips and pushing them against his as he
roughly kissed his delicious mouth.
He was able to push Kilik backwards and down onto the
mattress, which lay by itself on the floor. He forced the older man down and
lay on top of him, pressing fevered kisses all over his skin. Yunsung licked
the soft skin of Kilik’s neck before sucking on it, leaving a red spot before
he made his way back to Kilik’s lips.
“...Oh kami...I have missed this,” he breathed in between
more kisses.
“I bet you’ve slept with everyone along the entire coast in
the past year,” Kilik mocked as Yunsung had begun to busy himself with the ties
of Kilik’s pants.
“I was desperate a few times,” Yunsung said truthfully. “I’m
expecting you only did the same.”
“No, I haven’t.”
Yunsung stopped, raising his eyes to meet where Kilik was
staring off into the dark room. “Nothing since last year?”
“No.”
“That didn’t drive you crazy?”
“In all blunt honesty Yunsung, no one has ever made me feel
the need or want for this, except you.”
Yunsung chuckled, and leaned down to let the tip of his nose
rub gently over Kilik’s. “I’m honored.”
“You shouldn’t be so full of yourself,” Kilik warned.
“I feel special though,” said Yunsung. He was quiet for a
minute before saying, “I’ve needed you so badly, Kilik. I don’t mean just for sex...
Everything about you I’ve needed.”
Kilik felt the same lump in his throat, like all other times
this occurred between the two. Yunsung never said those three little words that
Kilik longed for so badly, but deep down, he knew that Yunsung meant them. It
would just make his life seem a little better if he could hear them.
“Can we continue?” Kilik asked quietly, unable to deal with
the kind words that Yunsung said without knowing how he truly felt.
“Yeah,” Yunsung replied, a little shocked at Kilik’s
urgency. It was usually he who was begging for them to hurry. He slipped both
his and Kilik’s open shirts off and cast them somewhere in the dark room. Only
fleeting seconds seemed to pass before they were both naked and writhing under
the thin blanket that Kilik had thrown over them.
With each thrust that Yunsung gave, another tear formed in
the corner of Kilik’s eyes. He couldn’t even concentrate on their lovemaking at
the time. The thoughts of Soul Edge back, his slaughtered family, and now
thoughts of Maxi and his former crew of pirate friends. It was too much for him
to handle in one night.
He just wanted to be happy and rejoice over the fact that
Yunsung had returned. However, that’s not how it was.
Kilik wiped his eyes quickly, hoping that the red headed
teen saw none of the tears because of the dark, and reached up to Yunsung’s
shoulders. He held them tightly and grit his teeth to keep from making too many
pleasure filled screams that the rest of the temple occupants would hear.
Yunsung leaned down and gently bit the skin of Kilik’s neck,
sending more massive shudders of bliss through him. Kilik moaned quietly and
arched up, catching Yunsung’s lips as he removed his mouth from the slightly
damaged skin. The sloppy kiss was enough to suit them both for the time being.
Tongues lashed at each other and lips became swollen from the constant battle.
Kilik found himself becoming delirious with the impressive
pleasure that Yunsung poured through his body, and with one last kiss, Kilik
threw his head back on the mattress, unable to do anything else. Yunsung
gripped Kilik’s hips harder, almost regretting the fact that he probably
bruised them, and gave a few last waves of intense ecstasy to his friend.
Kilik cried out suddenly, quickly biting his fist to keep
his screams at bay. Yunsung pushed into him harder and faster before he drew in
a deep breath. Both came earlier than they expected, but the moments between
the two were so extreme after such a long parting, that it seemed to make
sense.
Yunsung collapsed onto Kilik’s tired body, breathing deeply.
Kilik sighed and gently stroked Yunsung’s pretty hair. He
loved this man more than anything. Yunsung was all he had left, but he couldn’t
let that get in the way of anything.
Of the future.
Of his fate.
Of their friendship.
Yunsung pulled himself out of Kilik’s body and fell back
onto the mattress next to him. “That was fun,” he whispered.
Kilik moved closer and cautiously set his head down on
Yunsung’s chest. Yunsung happily pulled his sweaty body closer, wrapping one
arm around Kilik’s shoulders. Kilik ran one finger up and down Yunsung’s smooth
chest.
Yunsung was young, and a very promising warrior. He had so
much going for him. Kilik was five years older, and sometimes, felt like a
burden to the energetic teen.
Yunsung took Kilik’s hand into his, kissing the rough and
toughened skin. He smiled to himself before protectively holding Kilik tightly
in his arms, whether or not the older man desired that.
After a few moments of silence, and no fight from Kilik to
be held so intimately, Yunsung let his eyes flutter shut. He always seemed to
fall into the memories of first meeting Kilik. He wasn’t liked by the older
warrior, but he always had a sense of passion for the owner of the Kali-Yuga.
Yunsung had fallen in love with Kilik so deeply, that it
hurt him to never let Kilik know this. He knew better than to say it however.
The older man had worked hard to be a loner, and very few ever got to see the
calm and friendly side of Kilik. He didn’t want to lose that because of his
hapless heart.
-
Mitsurugi knocked on the sliding door of Kilik’s small room
the next morning. “Kilik?”
There was no answer.
He knocked once more. “Kilik, are you in there? Someone is
here to see you.” Mitsurugi sighed and slowly pushed the door aside, glancing
into the room. He stepped inside and quietly walked across the room to the
mattress, where two sleeping bodies were found.
Mitsurugi was anything but stupid. When he said to bring
Yunsung to a room to sleep for the night, he was expecting the two to sleep
together. Kilik and Yunsung barely let on that there was anything going on
between them, but Mitsurugi seemed to just know
these things.
He crouched down and prodded the middle of Kilik’s back with
one strong finger.
Kilik awoke to the pressure between his shoulder blades, and
quickly sat up, turning around. He took one look at Mitsurugi and sighed,
because he should have known that he would be the only other person to come
into his room. “What is it?” He whispered, not wanting to wake Yunsung, who
slept so peacefully next to him.
Mitsurugi motioned behind him. “Someone is here to see you.”
“Who?”
“I’d rather not say, and just have you come see for
yourself.” The tone in Mitsurugi’s voice wasn’t a joking one.
“Alright. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Nodding, Mitsurugi rose and left the room as swiftly and
silently as he had entered.
When the door closed, Kilik rose from the makeshift bed,
gathering a fresh set of clothes and hurrying to put them on. He washed his
face in a small basin on a table in the corner of the room, and used his
fingers to comb through his hair.
After putting on his sandals and grabbing his Kali-Yuga,
which he found Mitsurugi had placed right inside next to the door, Kilik was
off.
He walked down the outside hall, a few students already
eating their breakfast and preparing for another day of hard training. As he
walked past them, he got the growing sense of a certain darkness.
An evil darkness, and one that had an all to familiar feel
to it.
As Kilik walked around the side of the temple and approached
the front. He stopped, only for a moment, to gaze down the stone stairs and out
across the expanse of mountains with the spring foliage in wild bloom.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the hero who vanished back to his
studies,” came a woman’s voice, followed by a slightly manic chuckle.
Kilik turned, and in the clearing outside the front doors of
the temple, stood Ivy Valentine.
-Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and look forward to
more.-
Shotgun
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