Snippet #2468293

An eerie creaking sound could be heard as the heavy winter winds blew through the rotted boards of the bell tower. The heavy bell hung above the floor on a thick chain. The wind, however, was not strong enough to rock the timeless artwork, and so the bell itself remained quiet. It gave the tower a cold look, the metal of it's edges was dull with age and gave a dreary presence. It was most likely that no one would ever intend on visiting such a sad place, however, it was one of the few places where Isamu could go to get some rest.

No one bothered the young man while he was up there, well, not usually. Currently, he was curled up on the cracked floorboards with one hand covering his face and the other wrapped around his waist. He lay on his side and snored lightly, somehow having managed to fall into a deep sleep. His orange hair swayed with each breeze and his breath whistled with congestion. Isamu was content while in the cold. The winter air comforted him and calmed his anxiety. Finally, after several days of frustration,t he young man was sound asleep.

The, as if out of nowhere, a whistling sound could be heard. An arrow struck the broken floorboard, inches from Isamu's face. His eyes opened and he jumped up, backing away from the weapon that had just barely missed his flesh. He watched as it turned to liquid. The water oozed towards him. Isamu scowled and back away, looking in all directions for the offender, "Ivan, this isn't funny!" He snapped. His eyes widened as the water extended, the puddle getting larger and larger. it leaked through the floorboards and into the room below.

Isamu watched as it inched closer and closer to his feet. Then, much like his own ice, it began to climb his legs. He growled and grabbed at it with his hands, freezing it instantly. He then kicked the ice away and hopped out of the tower and onto the roof where the silver haired guard waited for him.

"I am here to wake you up. Your supposed to be on guard duty," Ivan sneered.

"Yeah, well, I am the head guard, and as such I can position you to my post. Go downstairs and watch over the guests yourself. Stop being an indecent asshole and do some work for a change."

"Your getting brave. All I have to do is say one thing to the Saiforro's and I will have your position instead. I'd keep my mouth shut if I were you."

Isamu scowled at him, "I don't have time for your attitude. Go away and leave me the hell alone or I will kill you-" Isamu cut off his own sentence. He never threatened to kill people, but the anger from before was boiling more and more. It got warmer, then hotter, and he couldn't take it any longer. He was reaching his breaking point. All it would take was one more nick.

Ivan grinned, he had Isamu right where he wanted him. If he got the head guard to attack first then that would set his plans in motion. Ivan was going to take control of the guards and there was nothing Isamu could do about it. "Do you realize that if you weren't so sick your daughter wouldn't be in this mess?" Of course, Ivan was unaware of the fact that no one could leave mansion, he hadn't tried. "You could have left long ago but you are too scared of getting yourself hurt. What a shame, she probably will end up the same way as yourself."

"How.. do you know?"

"Hm? That Airi is your daughter? Well, it's kind of obvious don't you think?" Ivan grinned.

That did it. Isamu was boiling and he couldn't do anything about it. The feathers on his neck appeared again and stood on... then slowly, several more appeared on his face, just under his right eye. Isamu knew that he wasn't supposed to attack anyone but Ivan had gotten on the last of his nerves and he could no longer handle. With a snarl of anger he jumped forward and swung his hands, sending a large wave of ice ripping across the roof. Tile flew everywhere as the frozen water raced towards the silver haired guard.

Seeing this way ahead of time, Ivan simply stepped the left, enraging Isamu even more. The ice slipped off the roof and disappeared into thin air.