Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (070)
Title: (070) Storm
who: shura
word count: ~290
disclaimer: because in this audience someone might call my bluff, I'll make no claims of originality here. Kurumada created StS, Toei and others own the rights.
xposted to saintseiyayaoi for the 30^2 themes, and posted one day early because I'm not sure how much computer time not related to work I'll have tomorrow
070 - Storm
Nights meant stories by the fire. Warm soup, bread, and the soft voice he had grown to love over the years. Stormy nights were best, him having learnt to enjoy nature’s power from the silent awe of the man who could tear the sky with his own hands. Yes, nights like this had always been their time for stories, for old sayings between each lightening and thunder.
Lightening. Be careful what you wish for.
The urn rested in its rocky niche, the prized Capricorn cloth he had never seen at last within hand’s reach. And yet he could not bring himself to open the box. It was his right, and his wearing it would bring glory to Sanctuary and protection to Athena. His master would be proud.
Or would have been, if he weren’t dead. He had never told Shura that part of his final test would be a death match with him.
Thunder. You might just get what you want.
“Prove me you’re strong, Shura. Stronger than me.”
And there had been no more time to think, to argue. There was plenty of time, now, standing a scarce meter away from the dead body of the man he loved, blood slowly pooling at his feet. A sea of blood that separated him from the Cloth, making it unreachable. He would not step on it, on him. Even if he was dead now and there were no stories tonight.
Rain. And you’ll have to live with it forever.
Shura finally slumped into the floor, hid his face in his hands and cried. There would be more storms, more nights; but there would never be another story.
Suddenly, the Cloth didn’t seem so important anymore.
who: shura
word count: ~290
disclaimer: because in this audience someone might call my bluff, I'll make no claims of originality here. Kurumada created StS, Toei and others own the rights.
xposted to saintseiyayaoi for the 30^2 themes, and posted one day early because I'm not sure how much computer time not related to work I'll have tomorrow
070 - Storm
Nights meant stories by the fire. Warm soup, bread, and the soft voice he had grown to love over the years. Stormy nights were best, him having learnt to enjoy nature’s power from the silent awe of the man who could tear the sky with his own hands. Yes, nights like this had always been their time for stories, for old sayings between each lightening and thunder.
Lightening. Be careful what you wish for.
The urn rested in its rocky niche, the prized Capricorn cloth he had never seen at last within hand’s reach. And yet he could not bring himself to open the box. It was his right, and his wearing it would bring glory to Sanctuary and protection to Athena. His master would be proud.
Or would have been, if he weren’t dead. He had never told Shura that part of his final test would be a death match with him.
Thunder. You might just get what you want.
“Prove me you’re strong, Shura. Stronger than me.”
And there had been no more time to think, to argue. There was plenty of time, now, standing a scarce meter away from the dead body of the man he loved, blood slowly pooling at his feet. A sea of blood that separated him from the Cloth, making it unreachable. He would not step on it, on him. Even if he was dead now and there were no stories tonight.
Rain. And you’ll have to live with it forever.
Shura finally slumped into the floor, hid his face in his hands and cried. There would be more storms, more nights; but there would never be another story.
Suddenly, the Cloth didn’t seem so important anymore.