11-26-2006, 06:00 PM
The dim light of fires twinkled and shifted through the darkness. Toma lay in his small black tent, lying back, his feet protruding out slightly. The teenager lifted his body slowly, looking at all the soldiers in front of him. A strange non-transformer, with blue and black skin, wings showing off from his back, stood in his own tent, looking around at the army, grinning once in a while.
His vision shifted to the tent next to him, an elderly man, wearing mostly black, with a white line showing off in the middle of his jacket, lay there, looking curiously at one soldier which stood there, tattoos covering his body, and a picture of his presumed God on the side of the tent, blood covering the edges of the picture.
Toma let out a sigh, lying back in the tent, closing his eyes. A few minutes later, the young warrior leapt into slumber, his eyes closing entirely.
?What-?What do you mean, Toma-san?? the general screamed at the teenager.
?Don?t come with me. The note said I was to enter the contest. You?d pretty much get killed there anyway.? The teenager pointed towards the man, causing him to let his body fall on the chair which sat below him. ?You need to stay here.?
Toma turned around, preparing to exit through the door.
?I-?I won?t. I can, and WILL help you to get her back. She wasn?t only your friend you know?? The general let his head fall down for a second, before getting up to his feet, walking towards the teenager, placing his hand on the warrior?s shoulder. The pair exited through the door.
?Toma-san?.TOMA-SAN!?
A voice awoke the teenager, his shoulder being moved back and forth by a man. The warrior got up to his feet, looking at the figure.
?Yakuza?what?s wrong?? the teenager wiped his eyes, looking at the man closely.
?I think?I think I was wrong to come here. I?ll die if I stay here any more?I have to leave.?
The teenager let his head fall down, hair falling over his eyes. He reached towards Yakuza?s shoulder, grabbing it, and grinning.
?Don?t worry, I?ll protect you with my life.?
The teenager pushed Yakuza back, motioning for him to leave.
?Now go away and let me sleep.?
The man grinned, giving a thumbs-up pose to the warrior. ?Sure, Toma-san?sure.?
It would be a hard adventure for the pair, but they?d make through it. Or at least?that?s what Toma thought.
His vision shifted to the tent next to him, an elderly man, wearing mostly black, with a white line showing off in the middle of his jacket, lay there, looking curiously at one soldier which stood there, tattoos covering his body, and a picture of his presumed God on the side of the tent, blood covering the edges of the picture.
Toma let out a sigh, lying back in the tent, closing his eyes. A few minutes later, the young warrior leapt into slumber, his eyes closing entirely.
?What-?What do you mean, Toma-san?? the general screamed at the teenager.
?Don?t come with me. The note said I was to enter the contest. You?d pretty much get killed there anyway.? The teenager pointed towards the man, causing him to let his body fall on the chair which sat below him. ?You need to stay here.?
Toma turned around, preparing to exit through the door.
?I-?I won?t. I can, and WILL help you to get her back. She wasn?t only your friend you know?? The general let his head fall down for a second, before getting up to his feet, walking towards the teenager, placing his hand on the warrior?s shoulder. The pair exited through the door.
?Toma-san?.TOMA-SAN!?
A voice awoke the teenager, his shoulder being moved back and forth by a man. The warrior got up to his feet, looking at the figure.
?Yakuza?what?s wrong?? the teenager wiped his eyes, looking at the man closely.
?I think?I think I was wrong to come here. I?ll die if I stay here any more?I have to leave.?
The teenager let his head fall down, hair falling over his eyes. He reached towards Yakuza?s shoulder, grabbing it, and grinning.
?Don?t worry, I?ll protect you with my life.?
The teenager pushed Yakuza back, motioning for him to leave.
?Now go away and let me sleep.?
The man grinned, giving a thumbs-up pose to the warrior. ?Sure, Toma-san?sure.?
It would be a hard adventure for the pair, but they?d make through it. Or at least?that?s what Toma thought.