Ficlets: from the 100 prompts (089)
Title: (089) Work
who: Aioros
word count: ~315
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, Mr Kurumada (who I've heard called Kurumada-sensei) created the characters and he can do as he pleases with them. We also do as we please, and we keep on hoping he won't be bothered by it. Toei and Shueisha (as unlikely as it is that you'll ever come across any of this) please don't sue.
edited in an attempt to fix the verbs' tenses. I always have a hard time figuring out past and present in stories *sigh* Please point any mistakes out?
(089) Work
It has been a long, hard day. Aioros reaches his room and collapses on the narrow bed, relieved to be home at last. He rests his head on the pillow, and closing his eyes, arches his back as he was taught to. This is supposed to help stretch muscles and relax, but he isn't surprised to find the method isn't working tonight.
Impatient, he opens his eyes and jumps out of bed. The nagging feeling that something terrible is about to happen won't leave him. There is something he is supposed to, something very important, something … vital. For days, the realization that somewhere along the road something took the wrong turn has chased him incessantly.
He sits outside and stares at the stars for hours, pondering, trying to put his finger on the truth he cannot bring himself to admit. Years have gone by since the old woman told him of the truths that hid in the ancient tales. Destinies, prophecies, duties.
Superstitions.
Finally, Aioros falls asleep on the stairs. His work at the docks is hard, he has a little brother to support and the social workers will be on to him if he ever gives them a reason to dig out his file and figure out his true age.
He has escaped them for long, living in this little apartment he can hardly afford, just as he escaped the men who came looking for him after the visit of the old Sybille so long ago. Laws and destiny be damned, he has a life to carry forward, food that needs to be put on the table and bills that have to be paid. What could matter more?
In the ancient Sanctuary Aioros never got to know, as a golden saint gone mad with hurt and fury buries a dagger in a small heart, the golden armor of Sagittarius finally stops calling for the man who should be dying tonight for life’s own sake.
Nothing matters anymore.
who: Aioros
word count: ~315
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, Mr Kurumada (who I've heard called Kurumada-sensei) created the characters and he can do as he pleases with them. We also do as we please, and we keep on hoping he won't be bothered by it. Toei and Shueisha (as unlikely as it is that you'll ever come across any of this) please don't sue.
edited in an attempt to fix the verbs' tenses. I always have a hard time figuring out past and present in stories *sigh* Please point any mistakes out?
(089) Work
It has been a long, hard day. Aioros reaches his room and collapses on the narrow bed, relieved to be home at last. He rests his head on the pillow, and closing his eyes, arches his back as he was taught to. This is supposed to help stretch muscles and relax, but he isn't surprised to find the method isn't working tonight.
Impatient, he opens his eyes and jumps out of bed. The nagging feeling that something terrible is about to happen won't leave him. There is something he is supposed to, something very important, something … vital. For days, the realization that somewhere along the road something took the wrong turn has chased him incessantly.
He sits outside and stares at the stars for hours, pondering, trying to put his finger on the truth he cannot bring himself to admit. Years have gone by since the old woman told him of the truths that hid in the ancient tales. Destinies, prophecies, duties.
Superstitions.
Finally, Aioros falls asleep on the stairs. His work at the docks is hard, he has a little brother to support and the social workers will be on to him if he ever gives them a reason to dig out his file and figure out his true age.
He has escaped them for long, living in this little apartment he can hardly afford, just as he escaped the men who came looking for him after the visit of the old Sybille so long ago. Laws and destiny be damned, he has a life to carry forward, food that needs to be put on the table and bills that have to be paid. What could matter more?
In the ancient Sanctuary Aioros never got to know, as a golden saint gone mad with hurt and fury buries a dagger in a small heart, the golden armor of Sagittarius finally stops calling for the man who should be dying tonight for life’s own sake.
Nothing matters anymore.