Post by Celeh on Jun 5, 2013 19:18:05 GMT -5
It had been a long day in the gym and Celeh was feeling the aching and burning of a hard day's workout now. She slowly trudged her way home and sat down at the table, wondering what she would have for dinner. But just as she was about to open the fridge there was a knock at her door. It was her youngest brother, though he was still older than her by a couple of years. Something about his expression told her that the news he was bringing wasn't good. She gritted her teeth in frustration as she sternly asked, "What do you want?"
The tone of her voice caught him off guard. He knew from experience that pissing her off was a bad idea. He sighed and spoke with a very solemn tone, "Spurga didn't make it back from his last contract. They're saying he was assassinated during the mission, but no one has been able to figure out by who or even what the fatal blow was. He's to be given an honorable burial tomorrow." Without another word Leeks turned and took off from her doorstep.
Celeh watched him fly away, her expression growing more and more full of anger, sadness, and frustration as he got further and further out of view. She clenched her fists and slammed her door, cracking the cast iron door frame before going into her bathroom and sitting in a cold shower for what seemed like hours. She needed to cool off and get a level head before she did something stupid. Saiyans were warriors. They fought and died in intense battles every day. Why was this so different? She knew. She didn't want to admit that she had such strong ties emotionally, even to family, but she knew. Her brothers were like a part of her. They'd been the reason she had reached so far and accomplished everything she had managed to accomplish in her lifetime. They were like her motivation, always setting the standards that she was judged by. What was her standard now that the top rung on the ladder had been knocked down? What was her goal now that her oldest brother had been taken from her? Leeks was strong, but he couldn't match up to Spurga. Even though she'd beaten them both in the past he was always improving and that kept her going. Leeks didn't take his training as seriously.
The whole night she didn't sleep a wink. She spent it laying on the roof of her home staring at the stars through the fortified glass dome of the city and thinking. Would she have made it back if she were in his situation? Or if they were together, could they have pulled through? And who was this assassin hired by...what was he really working for? Her head was a circle of questions traveling faster than she could even comprehend. And there was no answer to mark the finish line of their grueling pace.
The next day Leeks showed up at her house once again, having come to get her for the funeral as the family were the ones expected to lead the burial ceremony. But she was nowhere to be found. Her shower was still on as she'd forgotten to turn it off and the lights were still on throughout her house, but Celeh was gone. Knowing his sister as well as he did, Leeks went to the one place he knew he could always find her.
When he arrived he saw her fighting a battle she couldn't win. It wasn't against the assassin, or even against an actual opponent. But the look on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks told him that her fight was much more internal. And just as he watched, he could see it, too. It was the moves of the last match she'd had with their oldest brother Spurga. She was playing them out in her head at full speed. Though her punches and blasts only hit air or the terrain behind where she was actually aiming, he could read her every move. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt her, so he turned and left without a word.
When the fight concluded Celeh dropped to her knees and wept, clutching the one gift her oldest brother had given her in her hands. It was a pair of fingerless white gloves with red trim around the upper arm. He'd gotten them to match the boots she always wore since she always came home from training sessions with bruised or bloodied knuckles. She slowly unraveled the tape around her wrists one hand a time before slipping the forearm length gloves on and gritting her teeth as she managed to whisper to herself, "Thank you, Spurga."
The tone of her voice caught him off guard. He knew from experience that pissing her off was a bad idea. He sighed and spoke with a very solemn tone, "Spurga didn't make it back from his last contract. They're saying he was assassinated during the mission, but no one has been able to figure out by who or even what the fatal blow was. He's to be given an honorable burial tomorrow." Without another word Leeks turned and took off from her doorstep.
Celeh watched him fly away, her expression growing more and more full of anger, sadness, and frustration as he got further and further out of view. She clenched her fists and slammed her door, cracking the cast iron door frame before going into her bathroom and sitting in a cold shower for what seemed like hours. She needed to cool off and get a level head before she did something stupid. Saiyans were warriors. They fought and died in intense battles every day. Why was this so different? She knew. She didn't want to admit that she had such strong ties emotionally, even to family, but she knew. Her brothers were like a part of her. They'd been the reason she had reached so far and accomplished everything she had managed to accomplish in her lifetime. They were like her motivation, always setting the standards that she was judged by. What was her standard now that the top rung on the ladder had been knocked down? What was her goal now that her oldest brother had been taken from her? Leeks was strong, but he couldn't match up to Spurga. Even though she'd beaten them both in the past he was always improving and that kept her going. Leeks didn't take his training as seriously.
The whole night she didn't sleep a wink. She spent it laying on the roof of her home staring at the stars through the fortified glass dome of the city and thinking. Would she have made it back if she were in his situation? Or if they were together, could they have pulled through? And who was this assassin hired by...what was he really working for? Her head was a circle of questions traveling faster than she could even comprehend. And there was no answer to mark the finish line of their grueling pace.
The next day Leeks showed up at her house once again, having come to get her for the funeral as the family were the ones expected to lead the burial ceremony. But she was nowhere to be found. Her shower was still on as she'd forgotten to turn it off and the lights were still on throughout her house, but Celeh was gone. Knowing his sister as well as he did, Leeks went to the one place he knew he could always find her.
When he arrived he saw her fighting a battle she couldn't win. It wasn't against the assassin, or even against an actual opponent. But the look on her face and tears streaming down her cheeks told him that her fight was much more internal. And just as he watched, he could see it, too. It was the moves of the last match she'd had with their oldest brother Spurga. She was playing them out in her head at full speed. Though her punches and blasts only hit air or the terrain behind where she was actually aiming, he could read her every move. He couldn't bring himself to interrupt her, so he turned and left without a word.
When the fight concluded Celeh dropped to her knees and wept, clutching the one gift her oldest brother had given her in her hands. It was a pair of fingerless white gloves with red trim around the upper arm. He'd gotten them to match the boots she always wore since she always came home from training sessions with bruised or bloodied knuckles. She slowly unraveled the tape around her wrists one hand a time before slipping the forearm length gloves on and gritting her teeth as she managed to whisper to herself, "Thank you, Spurga."