(((Edit: deepness imminent! - Gir)))
"How's my gay little pupil this fine morning?" Cross growled and rubbed his eyes. He was already wearing his menacing coat. On his back was a sword.
Aaron sighed. He had thought his master might be a bit classier than this. But of course Solrein Cross would be an utter jerk when dealing with Aaron's affairs.
Aaron stood and loosened his scarf a little. Of course Cross knew what that gesture meant.
"You DARE threaten me?" Cross growled as a grin slid across his face. "First time you have ever even tried to defy me so openly. Are you sure you're ready to die today?"
"I will not have you insult Animus and I so loosely." Aaron's voice wavered a fraction.
"Righteous punk-ass! You think your values have any meaning!?"
"THEY SHOULD, THEY WERE YOURS TO BEGIN WITH!" Aaron roared. His eyes teared up with rage as he drew his knife and held it in both hands. "Animus, shut the bathroom door. Now!"
Aaron waited for Animus to hide himself before he continued.
"Oh, so now you're going for the ringleader of mardi-gras huh? That's your very first ambition!?" Solrein Cross snarled.
"No! But if I were at least it would be mine!"
"For the sake of your boy toy," Cross challenged.
"But still mine!" Aaron adjusted his grip on his knife. It gleamed silver. He had kept it well. "Damn hypotheticals! Can't you see past your goddamn perceptions and think for yourself!? I'm your son, at least the damn nearest thing you ever got to one - and you're going to act like THIS just because my destroyer wound up male!?"
"I'm going to act how I want around you because it might leave a lasting impression on your impressionable, blank slate of a mind!" Cross slammed a fist on the bench.
"Yeah right! I'm stuck with all your stupid, morally and emotionally useless teachings and believe me maintaining that kind of idiocy takes a lotta focus! And screw your ignorance! Do you even know what being gay actually is!? It's just primal desire; it's love! If you've got no time to worry about the bigger issues in life then you can just GO DIE!" Aaron screamed that last part at the top of his lungs. Cross knew what it was for Aaron to threaten death; the fox took that kind of thing very seriously. He wouldn't even listen to jokes with death involved.
Inside, Cross smiled. He was done as Aaron's master.
*You're really set in your convictions, aren't you my boy? Well done. You don't need me so much anymore. With what I say next, please understand that I will always be there for you.*
Cross frowned on the outside.
"I'm disowning you as my pupil." Cross said simply; quietly. Aaron was shocked. He just stood there with wide eyes and a thumping heart. Cross made to push past him.
"...No..." Aaron whispered. He splayed his tails and made to stab Cross. "NO~! No...not like this! Not because...because of THIS..."
Cross let Aaron have a free shot to his side. It was a light wound. It felt light to cross, who had fought enough in his life to tell. He took a step back then walked around Aaron. The door seemed to click open and slam shut overly loudly. Aaron fell to his knees. His master left him, his dead parents hated him, Animus was going to get scared and run away, probably through a window. The rest of the Blades would hunt him down and probably kill him for all this. Aaron smiled sadly. He looked tearfully down at the knife. Of course...his parents would hate him forever. But still...but still...the Blades wouldn't kill him. HE WOULD!
Aaron fumbled the knife he had wielded so fluidly and expertly before and barely got it up to his chest. He held it in both hands. He was shaking.
Then...everything stopped.
Aaron just sat there...not moving. Not thinking. Not feeling. Barely breathing. He swore he could hear Animus in the bathroom.
He was...still there? He looked down.
"YARGH!" He yelped like he'd actually stabbed himself, throwing the hunting knife across the room as he spasmed in fear. What was he doing!? He couldn't just die like a coward! Them he'd never be forgiven - by anyone! And his other family could go stuff themselves! If Ani was there...then maybe...just maybe...there was just a tiny, nearly microscopic reason to keep living. Aaron smiled dementedly, curling up into a tiny ball in the floor and shaking as the tears flowed. He couldn't think about what to do. He honestly tried. But in the end the only thing he wanted; the only thing he thought he could possibly handle right now...was the company of a blue and white wolf called Animus Shiro.
(((Sorry for the stupidly deep post, anyone who reads this. I'm really sorry if I pull any heart strings...I just...well...I dunno. I got nothin'. But don't worry about me, I'm not expressing any current angst with this post! But, in advance, if I hurt anyone with this intense emotional post then I'm sorry.
- Enigir Shosa.)))
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