Dance With The Devil

Followed?

My face lit up with fear and shock as I wanted to back up in fear. What was he doing here? How did he find me?

"Nayame, tell them that my injuries are healed, and I'm ready to go back into the field. I can leave right now. Whenever they're ready"

"Regret, what's wrong? You're-" I was trembling, in shock. What did he want? I stood up, backing up, grabbing Nayame, and pulling her behind a wall, out of the room, into the hallway, before sticking my head back into the kitchen, "Could you...give us a moment?" I asked, as he nodded, as I went back into a hushed wisphering arguement.

"What do you want Regret? What's with you?" Nayame asked, in a loud hushed wispher.

"This kid followed me. He already knew my secreat. This kid knew me from when I was younger. I can't train him. He wants to stay together. I can't do that. I have things I need to do before I die. We have a war here going on. We never know when and where they're gonna attack. I can't be out for this long. This kid was my friend along time ago, and the first ordered to kill me. I can't do this. It brings back too many memories."

"That's the most I've heard you talk, and use the word 'I'. You really must have feelings twords this. And here I thought you didn't have feelings twords anyone and hated the world"

"Rejection" I replied sharply. I don't like the word I, it sound so...well, it just the fact that it makes one feel so selfish, and so...better than everyone else, when truely, I'm the worst you can be, so how can the worst be better then everyone else?

"Prove it. Train him. The comander said you had about a month. Train him for a month" I wanted to explode with anger, and the look of satisfaction on her face, but I held all my emotions deep within me, and washed them deeper down with a sturdy gulp, widening my stance. If I let my emotions take over, I would uncontroably destroy the area around. And then they'd have to kill me. So I hid my emotions. It wasn't hard, you just gotta hold back, and seem like you just don't care about....everything. Even your death, or something that is extreamly, morally wrong.

"Fine." I mumbled harshly, looking away. "I'll do it. But if anything happens, or I turn up dead, or missing one day, I'll come back and haunt you for the rest of your miserable life, and when you die, I'll kill you again and again, over and over, never letting out of your misery, even if you beg for mercy. I'll show you none."

"Ripping your unexcaple fate to pieces again," Nayame sighs, "And posting the threat to my verbal 'face page' and going foward with your life. I can see it now: 'Threat posted by Regret to Nayame's face page. Read it here'.

"SHUT UP!!!!" I roar, as the floor in the direction of Nayame in a straight line uplifts. Nayame jump in time, into a backflip, as she lands on the wall, creating a sword out of the wood, as she jumped down, hitting the uproared floor out of her way.

"Is everything....okay in there?" I hear Hosoi call from the kitchen.

"Yeah, everything's fine" I say, as if I was having a good time. We walk back into the room. I sit back down, grabbing my hot chocloate with both my hands, and taking another sip to cool myself down before I did anything else rash. I focus on keeping a cool, low, constraited look, while I brought the news out, trying to believe it myself, "I'll train you, if you don't bring up anything from before this moment, of this day. I will only train you for a month, because there are other things that are needed to be done. Understood?!" I put on a cold, dead expression, signaling it was a yes or die situation. This man couldn't fight. He was morally unprepaired. It was taking all of the warmth out of his body, as he himself wore a cold, determined look.

"Understood."

"Nayame, get him settled in one of the extra rooms upstairs. I'm going to change for training. Meet me outside infront of the house in five. Sharp. Don't be late. Lateness is one of the deadlyness things in battle. Being late can cause your allies to die, or your enimes to gain power." I stand up, and walk up the dust covered stairs, hoping I'd get a splinter or two. It has only been a day since I got back to this house, and not staying in a goverment facility. And here I was, changing to find the best cloths to be running, and fighting in. I brush my hand over the gauze brace, as I change to prepare for a battle that I'd most likely win in an instant.