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located in Dameria, a part of Sono Kanshi-Sha : Reboot, one of the many universes on RPG.

Dameria

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Character Portrait: Tristan Belvedere Character Portrait: Rethyn Jadgarus
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The Following Night

It was about two in the morning, everyone else had pretty much been in bed for awhile. Tristan sat in the training room like he was waiting on someone. His legs were crossed and his pose tense. This wasn't something he was looking forward to, but something he knew had to be done. Sitting in front of him was a low brown table, on it sat a Tanto, a traditional Japanese short sword. He was waiting for his guardian to pop in, as he was going on round’s that night. Something Tristan knew that he had been doing in the past.

Rethyn suddenly flashed into the room with a soft poof!

The boy in the gas mask had been seemingly working on the amount of sound of which came from his power during training. As Rethyn landed on the floor he turned his head over to Tristan as his clear eyes spotted the boy. Looking blanky at the red-haired boy he tilted his head and asked him "What are you doing?"

Tristan had been trying to form the right words in his head for a little while, " I heard everything you said yesterday, and I am not trying to say that your feelings aren't important." Tristan looked at Rethyn, his expression blank, "but I need to know that you aren't going to abandon me."

"You were under protection at that moment. There was more than enough support around you that I could of saved lives. I am with you, but the grand scheme I am merely utility." Rethyn said with underlying heat to his voice. "You highly overestimate my combat ability compared to my mobility and what other uses I have. If I was allowed that girl wouldn't be crying herself to sleep in the other room."

"You don't understand," Tristan said, "You are my only protection, there is no one else here that can fully help me. Grayson might, but he can not be the protection for me and my father. I don't care about your combat ability...even though you are probably better at some things than I am. I need to know if you are not going to abandon me."

"I just said I was with you. What do you want from me more than those words?" Rethyn said sternly. "Do you want me to never trust you to be alone? Is that what you want? Because hell I can do that, but, I'm sure you and your pretty boy wouldn't enjoy that." Something had seemed to set Rethyn off as he cut below the belt with his words.

Tristan looked down as he heard the other's words, Damn him. Tristan looked up again, "No that is not what I want," he said slowly, "What I want is to know your emotions aren't going to get in the way of your responsibility to me. There is not going to be anymore walking away, or thoughts off such a thing. I need to be able to trust you, with my life, and with what this is you say is inside me."

"I know they are getting in the way! You don't think I know that?!" Rethyn said in a cracked voice. "Tristan, you think I want to walk away from you? I feel like I am bond to! There are people who are dying out there! Souls of which will never get to be with their own again! Children! Children Tristan! I cannot not sit here and let them befall that fate, my fate!" Rethyn then shook his head as he placed his hands on top of his head as he started moving for the door. He was struggling to hold himself back, he didn't want his seer to see him like this.

Tristan knew Rethyn was going to say those words, he actually had the same feelings. However as much as he wanted to tell the other to go and save anyone he could. He knew that something worse was coming. How was he suppose to make the other see that, "Stop," he said softly, "if you leave you are sealing my fate then, so why don't I just save the trouble of coming back." He pulled the tanto from its sheath and put the blade against his neck.

If one could see the mouth of Rethyn they would see the young man's teeth as he bore them at Tristan with fury. With a suddenly flash, Rethyn brought his knee to Tristan's stomach and his hand latched upon the wrist of Tristan as he yanked at it. Fully extending Tristan's arm he kept the sword away from Tristan's body as he sprung his other hand to Tristan's neck as he pushed him against the wall. Leaning in close to the man he barked at him. "What the hell kind of stunt was that?! I told you I was not going to leave you! But lives have value Tristan!"

Tristan was surprised as he felt the knee in his stomach, it hurt more as some things still hurt from the night he was possessed. The rest was just a blur to him, as he felt himself against the wall, tears coming to his eyes. "I know that Rethyn, I know that lives have value, I've watched people I love die. I admit that was stupid, but that was how much it hurt to hear you the other night. You are the only one that can save me if I am possessed, not just me, save her too."

Rethyn's eyes seemed watered over as he released Tristan from his grip. Taking a step back he held out his hand. "Tristan, give me the sword."

The sword had been forgotten for a minute, and Tristan silently handed it to his guardian.

Eyeing the sword over, Rethyn's eyes looked over it silently. Looking back to Tristan, Rethyn spoke quietly to him. "This sword will be the representation of my promise to you. I will not leave you. But you must make a promise in return to me upon this blade."

Tristan looked at him and the sword, if Rethyn only knew the story behind it, what he was saying had so much more meaning to Tristan. "What do you want as a promise from me," he asked.

"That you will never lower yourself like that again. Life is never valued until it is taken away, and I swear if you ever do that again I hope you have to learn the same way I did." Rethyn said darkly as he reached for the sheath of the blade to put it away. "Your life is so important, why would you do that to yourself? There's no good reason. How would your lover feel knowing you killed yourself here right now? Who do you think he'd blame? Answer is himself."

Tristan heard the other's words, the guilt starting to eat at his heart, he had been really selfish in that moment. Yet this wasn't about Soran, no this had been about his guardian. He sighed trying to stop the emotions he was feeling, "I do care about what he would think, but that wasn't why...," He didn't know how to put it, "Its because of you...you are so hard to read, to figure out, even to get to know." He understood that it may never happen either, "I promise you I will never do that again," he finally said.

Rethyn had an internal battle for a moment as he choked out. "Y-you want to know me?" With a sigh he bowed his head for a moment as he tried to catch his words. "I am Rethyn Jadgarus, the boy who died." With that Rethyn felt a huge weight drop from his chest as he begun to hold back tears. "Kazar brought me back, at least I think she did...I don't know how or why." Looking up to Tristan's eyes tears had fallen on to the glass of Rethyn's mask as he continued. "I wanted to go out there, I saw dead children in the background. They are now under his reigns as I was. Death now holds them."

Tristan was trying to hold back, trying to listen to those words. He wanted to comfort but something told him Rethyn may not be comfortable with that. He stopped caring about what was uncomfortable for the other and came forward and put his arms around him. He was trying to remember, the god awful events of the day before. He didn't get to see the full picture, and all he could feel was the presence of the god that did it. "Then help me...help me get revenge for them," he said as he backed away.

"Is he hugging me?!" Rethyn thought to himself in a panic. At first Rethyn felt himself flinch at the human interaction. But at the same time he felt warmth from the embrace. At his sides he didn't move his arms as he didn't know what to do. Was he suppose to hug him back? He couldn't, but did he want to? Accepting the hug, Rethyn merely placed his forehead against Tristan's shoulder for a moment before the hug ended. As Tristan stepped back, Rethyn spoke evenly for a moment "I shall." After saying so the masked Rethyn walked over to the wall. Sliding down into a position of sitting, Rethyn held the sword close as his crying could weakly be heard as wheezing through his mask.

Those tears and sobs were mixed. Relief, sorrow, and joy all at the same time came from Rethyn.

Tristan sat down on the opposite wall, letting the other have his moment. He just felt like he couldn't leave, not after asking so much of the other. So he was quiet, but present, and watching.

After a rather long moment, Rethyn looked over at Tristan. He had been sitting with him. Doing his best to swallow up his emotions he pointed to Tristan and failed horridly at sounding threatening as he said to Tristan "Don't you dare tell the others." Suddenly with another flash Rethyn flashed away. Along with him he took this sword as if it was his now.