Drive

Author: Soul

The chilling air made the boy tremble. He didn’t mind the cold. He didn’t mind the late hour. He was trained for this; a child taken from his family to become a soldier. This was a war. People do not have time to think about trivial things at a time of war. Everyone feels pain, everyone loses someone. Even if one person dies, it is a death that will affect many.

He didn’t doubt entering the almost destroyed construction of stone and leaves, his silver hair shining against the moon before being absorbed by darkness. The air became colder as he entered the shadows, and an unusual wind his the boy’s body.

Quiet as a shadow, the boy made his way through the half falling hallways and passages. His thoughts always got the best of him on these missions, but he knew he had to continue this. The drive kept moving him forward; it was always a kill or be killed situation. Just like in every war. It is a sad feeling, but people tend to get used to it.

Hearing something move inside the biggest chamber in the infernal castle of rock and dirt, Nyo, always the playful person in the Lunar Corps, launched with a war cry towards his enemy, and plunged his spear into his chest, falling on top of the other male as the latter let out a groan.

His heart skipped a beat. His friend, his first friend, was there, right underneath him, simply staring at him; not fighting back, nor talking, just there, an expressionless look in his eyes.

Nyo’s hands trembled for the first time in years as he stared down at Ryuu. He waited. Waited for the boy to react, to defend himself, to attack him. But that moment never came.

“Fight back! Don't make me do this!” yelled the taller male. His voice was full of fear and choked sobs. Full of regret. “Please… don’t make me do this.”

Ryuu simply raised his hand and squeezed his friend’s arm, a sign of forgiveness, of understanding. Of sympathy. Nyo watched in horror as the hand touching him fell limply besides the shorter boy.

The silver-haired teen allowed his tears to fall, as he raised to his feet and threw the spear on the ground with an angry scream; he was angry at the people who ordered him to come here, angry at himself for not being more careful. Now sobbing openly, he leaned down once more to hug the person that had accepted him despite their differences, the person that was to always be in his heart.

This was meant to happen. A friend dying in the hands of a friend. Everything was due to the war. War made people do terrible things, and when two people of opposites sides know each other, it is never to end nicely.

Those were the thoughts rounding Niyou’s head when, for the first time, he allowed himself to be held by Tenrou while he cried in unimaginable pain. In secret, in secret from the authorities, in secret of the whole world. Always in secret. This was his life.