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The sounds of a true boxer releasing pent up anger was being unleashed through the training grounds, and anyone in the area could hear the smacking of a poor punching bag, being wailed on by new and old combos alike. Kise was angry, no he was furious... Very furious, he was enraged like a bull, and all he saw was red. Not only was he having a battle with himself mentally on the disappearance of his brothers, but the horrible event that occurred a couple days ago still left a huge hole in his mindset, messing with everything he thought about. It just kept replacing in his mind, when he came... And even before. Yes, his mind was imagining what they actually did to her before he got there, it was a sad day indeed. Of course, he also needed time to recuperate. He stayed all day in his dorms the day after, training and to ing his body as a punishment, but after that his patron helped him get out.
That was not to say for poor Fallon though, not only had he heard about her still in her room, he predicted it. That girl must have been destroyed, and it would be a long time before he would get to see that nice little smile of her's, and boy was he going to miss it. He still hadn't told his patron what happened, he hadn't told anyone, for they wouldn't have understood him. He couldn't tell Fallon's secrets, especially not this one. And as long as nobody knew he knew, he was good, but he wasn't the best secret keeper. He hated being mean, but his number one policy was no liars, he couldn't stand to lie at all. So he would have to keep quiet, which was easier said than done, because he didn't want to. He wanted to scream to the world and find the guys, he wanted to do more than take them to jail. Shin was an expert on embarrassment, he knew if he was here he would have something to draw those bastards out.
Dammit! Where was family when you needed them? Brothers... Mom... Dad... It was all lonely in Kise-ville, but that's how it was supposed to be, he had to stay tough. Because if he got weak, he wouldn't be able to survive anymore, not in a city like this. He would fall into the crowd and become another face, and that's what he feared. Because of the stories K told him, how people at the bottom didn't get to live a good life. Some people never left these walls, some people never ate desserts here... He didn't want to be another face, but what separated him from such people? His name? His self proclaimed title, the child
of prophecy? No... He was a young squire, a future knight. He couldn't let this shake him, even though those thugs had their way with his friend, they still had to pay up. His perseverance itself was just a simple flame, continuously burning at a steady pace, waiting to be consumed by the fresh waters of justice. Philosophical yes, but true nonetheless. And although he tried to keep this on the inside... It was hard to do such a thing.
"Kise! Stay focused!" Ser Corben yelled at his patron, smacking the back of his head, trying to snap him out of what ever day dream he was thinking in that big head of his. "What are you thinking about son? Get your head in the game!" Ser Corben stepped back, giving his squire some room, allowing him to come back to reality.
Honestly, he didn't have to smack him in the back of the head, but thank the gods he woke him up. Now he could get back to beating up this bag, and boy was he doing a good job. Thud, Thud Thud, Thud, Boom! A right straight to slam right into the center of the bag, sweat bouncing right off his body like always, as he held the position for a while with a huff and puff.
"Kise... My young squire, I can see in your eyes that your in a state of loneliness. Why don't you open up and tell me what exactly... Is wrong with you? I can see in your training that something is distracting you, so please just-"
"I told you already Ser! I'm fine! Just a little...," He paused for lack of better words and terms, thinking as he drew back his hand and calmed himself down, looking up at his patron, then away from embarrassment.
Ser Corben had done enough questioning around to know that something happened a few days ago, enough to know that his squire was out late once again, with some other squire although he didn't know who. He just took it as the fact that he was trying to fix his late night hormone cravings, but perhaps it was more than that, judging upon the few bruises he sustained. Did he... Impregnate the girl? Only time would tell. And as much as he didn't like being yelled at, he was a calm and mature knight, and he remembered when he was like his squire. So instead of replying, he chuckled and tossed him his white v neck tee shirt, smiling a bit as he began to walk off.
"Thanks..." Kise said as he caught the towel with his retracting right hand, wiping himself down with it as he turned and began walking away with his patron, looking around at few faces looking directly at his chest. Yeah... He had an awesome body, courtesy of the slave driver K, he knew this. But unlike other days, today was different, not as many people watching him train. Not saying he was some type of idol, but normally he had a bigger group of squires trying to get near him, again... Courtesy of K. But today, he could sense the absence of such, something bigger was going on. Or was he imagining? Was that day so crazy that his view of life was becoming... Different? Nah, perhaps it was just after shock. So he kept moving, ignoring what he thought. He didn't mean to sound rude to his patron earlier, but he wanted to get his own revenge on those bastards, not get the knights involved. He knew his place, and the same could be said for those shady goons, and he was planning for redemption.
As they were walking though, he soon noticed something, there was somebody more important in the area. Someone who looked like he was looking for someone, fist clenched and ready to challenge them to a duel. Because of where he was, age and appearance, Kise wrote him off as a squire... But just to be sure. "Say... Ser, who goes?" He said as he said as he forced on his tee shirt, his body finally clean off top, the shirt glowing white and showing no signs of sweat.
"I had a feeling you would ask..." Ser Corben replied, still holding to the smile he formed, looking upwards a bit. "That boy over there is Kreig Messer, young lad is apparently quite the brawler if you know what I mean. His patron is-"
"Kreig... Kreig... Where have I heard that name?" Only the first name stuck with the boy, he quickly zoned out with thought, until he instantly remembered. "That's Fallon's... Fallon..." Energy dying out immediately, forcing him to stop moving and hold a hand to stop his patron, he felt remorse. "Ser, I'm so sorry I have been so disrespectful lately... Please, find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me. In the future, I will definitely repeat this apology... But for now, I bid thee farewell. I have to talk to that squee over there." An exchange of mature looks, cold as ice, and they separated. Kise turned away, and began walking up to the squire known as Kreig, last name already forgotten. His face wasn't friendly, no the time for making friends was far gone, for now he was serious. He wanted to gain information, to slyly check up on Fallon, without raising too much suspicion. After all he was pretty competent in the art of interrogation, it wouldn't be too hard to weasel out some simple info, then he would be gone. And by the looks of this young man, he seemed average.
Average clothes, average body, average guy. Perfect, hopefully he could finish this in relative time so he could get back to training. Kise wore basic clothes, well basic to the ultimate standards he held for training, but technically still basic. The same bright white v neck tee, bright white shorts to match, silk and shining as loud as they could be. Classic white bandage wraps from his knuckles, wrist, and up to his forearm. His shoes were high top boxing shoes of course, white as well and tied tight all the way to the top, the knighting black were the finely done laces. The look on his face was serious, not to malice or mean, but definitely not too friendly. "Hey, Kreig... Your... One of Fallon's friends right?" He said blankly, his voice low and deep with base, but forcing a bit of interrogation in there. He didn't sound mean at all, more like he really didn't know, which was what he was going for.
"First, uh... I guess I should introduce myself." He said as he stopped about four feet away from him, his arms folded across his chest, standing firmly and straight up. He breathed calmly through his nose, techniques taught to him by his master, but he definitely was still feeling the workout. Muscles still bulging on their own accord. "I'm squire Kisetukai, Kisetukai Yamehaka, student of Ser Corben. It's nice to meet you. I just remember my friend Fallon telling me about her room-mates, and your name is just one of the ones I can recall. Well I saw you out here..." He paused for a bit, looking around, for they were surely in an odd spot. "And I asked my patro... Well basically, he told me your name and I just wanted to say hi. It was nice to meet you."
Kise faked as if he was about to walk off, and then remembered something, something that caused him to gasp a bit. "Oh! I almost forgot... How, is Fallon? I haven't seen her for a few days, when normally she is training on these very grounds as hard as ever. If anyone should know of her... Whereabouts, I think it would be you. So... How is she?" He took a few moments to reflect on all that, he would have to remember everything he said in order to keep such a facade going, and technically he hadn't told a single lie, so he was ok. Well the seeds had been planted, and all he could do was hope as an interrogator, he was a good farmer. For the plants of redemption would grow, and he would feed them with the might torrents of justice, and let Syna shine the bright rays of justice upon them. But... Was he as good of an interrogator as he thought?
Or was he way off.
