Post by Yasuo on May 16, 2006 2:55:13 GMT -5
Yasuo sighed as he stared at the many people fencing, their blunt swords clanging against each other. Yasuo wasn't exactly sure why he was here, but he wasn't too worried about that. He was more worried about the fact that he had actually signed up to be part of the team. The coach had told him to start easy, but Yasuo only smiled and took one of the many swords, this one a little heavier and larger than others.
"Now, today's last match is a surprise!" the coach yelled, grinning widely at the fencers. "Our new student, Yasuo, will take on the best on the team! Everyone give them a warm applause!" The team clapped politely when Yasuo stepped up, but roared when his opposer, someone by the name of Makoto, went to the opposite side.
"You know the rules gentlemen. One point for the stomach and two for the heart. Three if you can pin the neck and you win if you manage to knock the opponents sword out of his hand. No headshots or below the waist blows, got it? First to five points wins the match! Ready...duel!"
Yasuo made the first move, bringing his sword up against Makoto's. Cling. Again, Yasuo wondered why he had signed up? Was it to prove something? Clang, cling! No, he thought. Maybe it just something to occupy his mind for a while. Perhaps, but why did he seem so...
"One point for Yasuo!" the coach yelled. Yasuo blinked and stared. The rounded tip of his sword was poking right on Makoto's stomach. The other boy growled and pushed the blade away, immediately getting into battle stance. "Ready...again!"
The first one to three points wins, Yasuo smirked. Cling, clink, swish swish, clang! No..maybe it was because of his past. What he had done with a sword before. Yasuo frowned, trying to get tuned into himself. A fatal mistake.
"Two points for Makoto!" Yasuo's opponent grinned maliciously, holding the tip of his sword right at Yasuo's heart. Yasuo only smirked in return and took a few steps back. "Once more gentlemen...duel!"
Yasuo held his blade out and let Makoto make the first move. The swords clashed together, and Yasuo immediately twirled around his opponent, making sure their swords continued to touch as he did so. Makoto was forced to move with Yasuo, causing him to have a blind spot on his right side. Yasuo rolled onto the floor, sprang up on Makoto's left side and they crossed blades a few more times. Clink, clang clang, cling! What Yasuo threw, Makoto blocked. What Makoto gave, Yasuo parried. They seemed to be in a stalement until...
Yasuo felt that same anger and impatience grow within him. Suddenly, Makoto looked like prey instead of a human being. Yasuo snorted and gritted his teeth, reading himself for the kill. Furiously, their swords danced together, both trying desperately to find an opening. And there it was. Makoto slipped up, letting his sword stay entangled with Yasuo's blade a little too long. Yasuo stepped forward and pressed their weapons close together, and then he let the sword slide down the length of Makoto's weapon, and before anyone knew it, Yasuo's blade was pointed at Makoto's neck.
"Three points for Yasuo! That makes five, which means Yasuo wins!" Their was a stunned silence before the rest of the team cheered. Yasuo panted and dropped the weapon onto the floor, making his way off the matted dueling area. People patted his back as he went by them, congratulating him. But he felt like he was suffocating, despite the joy and pride that should've accompanied his victory.
"I can't..," Yasuo breathed to himself. "Why did I sign up..?" And then the watch inside Yasuo's uniform began to chime louder. The watch he had fixed, with batteries from Kayoko. Tick...tock...tick..tock..
Yasuo stopped and listened.
Time to forget..
"Now, today's last match is a surprise!" the coach yelled, grinning widely at the fencers. "Our new student, Yasuo, will take on the best on the team! Everyone give them a warm applause!" The team clapped politely when Yasuo stepped up, but roared when his opposer, someone by the name of Makoto, went to the opposite side.
"You know the rules gentlemen. One point for the stomach and two for the heart. Three if you can pin the neck and you win if you manage to knock the opponents sword out of his hand. No headshots or below the waist blows, got it? First to five points wins the match! Ready...duel!"
Yasuo made the first move, bringing his sword up against Makoto's. Cling. Again, Yasuo wondered why he had signed up? Was it to prove something? Clang, cling! No, he thought. Maybe it just something to occupy his mind for a while. Perhaps, but why did he seem so...
"One point for Yasuo!" the coach yelled. Yasuo blinked and stared. The rounded tip of his sword was poking right on Makoto's stomach. The other boy growled and pushed the blade away, immediately getting into battle stance. "Ready...again!"
The first one to three points wins, Yasuo smirked. Cling, clink, swish swish, clang! No..maybe it was because of his past. What he had done with a sword before. Yasuo frowned, trying to get tuned into himself. A fatal mistake.
"Two points for Makoto!" Yasuo's opponent grinned maliciously, holding the tip of his sword right at Yasuo's heart. Yasuo only smirked in return and took a few steps back. "Once more gentlemen...duel!"
Yasuo held his blade out and let Makoto make the first move. The swords clashed together, and Yasuo immediately twirled around his opponent, making sure their swords continued to touch as he did so. Makoto was forced to move with Yasuo, causing him to have a blind spot on his right side. Yasuo rolled onto the floor, sprang up on Makoto's left side and they crossed blades a few more times. Clink, clang clang, cling! What Yasuo threw, Makoto blocked. What Makoto gave, Yasuo parried. They seemed to be in a stalement until...
Yasuo felt that same anger and impatience grow within him. Suddenly, Makoto looked like prey instead of a human being. Yasuo snorted and gritted his teeth, reading himself for the kill. Furiously, their swords danced together, both trying desperately to find an opening. And there it was. Makoto slipped up, letting his sword stay entangled with Yasuo's blade a little too long. Yasuo stepped forward and pressed their weapons close together, and then he let the sword slide down the length of Makoto's weapon, and before anyone knew it, Yasuo's blade was pointed at Makoto's neck.
"Three points for Yasuo! That makes five, which means Yasuo wins!" Their was a stunned silence before the rest of the team cheered. Yasuo panted and dropped the weapon onto the floor, making his way off the matted dueling area. People patted his back as he went by them, congratulating him. But he felt like he was suffocating, despite the joy and pride that should've accompanied his victory.
"I can't..," Yasuo breathed to himself. "Why did I sign up..?" And then the watch inside Yasuo's uniform began to chime louder. The watch he had fixed, with batteries from Kayoko. Tick...tock...tick..tock..
Yasuo stopped and listened.
Time to forget..
