Chapter 19: Woe to the Freeloader
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"Hurry up, Immortal boy," a man with an Italian accent said, watching as Ash made his way to the stands, which were stationed on the far left of an arena-structured classroom.
Ash grabbed a helmet that was on one of them, sighing as he put it on.
He then turned to the others, shaking his head at the sound of their swords meeting tip to tip.
He walked forward, right in the direction where the teacher was standing.
When he arrived, Xavier threw a sword toward him, causing Ash to catch it, swiftly taking on a fighting stance. His blade was fixed straight at Ash, who was walking forward.
Ash walked onto the arena, his expression unseen by anyone because of the mask; he was frowning.
He also took a stance, sword fixed straight at Xavier.
"No, no, no, Immortal boy!" the teacher shouted, moving his feet, then walking to Ash's left. "Stop! You place foot in wrong place." Ash sighed, shaking his head as the teacher used his sword to direct his feet. "Okay, good, good… good," the teacher moved back, folding his arms as he stared at both of them. "Now, begin."
Ash launched without question, directing the tip of his blade to Xavier's torso, perhaps hoping to end the match in an instant. But he was misdirected, because as his blade made its way to Xavier's figure, Xavier waved his sword sideways, parrying Ash's attack with little effort.
Ash had no time to react because in less than a split second, the tip of Xavier's blade was already touching the skull of his mask, leaving a mark on its white surface.
"You lose… again!" The teacher shook his head in disapproval, turning his attention somewhere else. "What nonsense, Diago." He moved to the others. "No slashing, only launch, launch; oh mother merry!"
Xavier laughed, taking off the mask he was wearing.
"Don't mind him much," he said, placing the sword he was holding on the floor. "He might seem mean, but… he likes you."
"Terrible performance, Immortal boy!" the teacher shouted from the far side, causing Xavier to think twice about his words.
"Yeah," Ash whispered, "that's probably because I've never fucking done fencing in my life."
Xavier giggled, watching as Ash dropped to the floor, turning his head to the white cone-structured ceiling.
"Shit, man, where are the women?" Ash questioned, moving his hands and fixing his tightened collar.
Xavier sat near him, mimicking the same posture.
"Well, the girls only come on Thursdays," he said, cracking the joints of his neck. "All combat classes are separated by gender the other days of the week."
And Ash sighed, perhaps finally realizing that he truly wouldn't enjoy anything about the class, at least until next week.
"You got enough cash… right?" Xavier questioned, causing Ash to raise his brows. "You know… for tonight?"
Ash laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck, perhaps remembering that he would later have to remind Xavier that he was a freeloader.
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{HOURS LATER}
The bedsheets bent in protest as Ash's body fell into their embrace.
He turned around, drifting his body onto them as his eyes shifted to the ceiling.
The silence persisted, its presence so void that one would swear it was tangible.
Ash's eyes suddenly turned focused as his hands lifted, moving below the pillow that was supporting his head. And as his hand came out, a brown glossy notebook followed.
He moved it to his eyes, their orbs staring directly at a mysterious symbol written at its center.
He ignored it, grabbing the pencil that hung on its side.
He opened the first page, where a variety of letters and mysterious symbols were written, including a vast amount of incomplete translations.
He turned the pages, only stopping when he got to a half-written one.
Clicked his pencil, then wrote a mysterious word, one he had never written before.
He didn't write the translation this time; he just sighed, closed the cover, and then slid it back under the pillow.
He stood up, took off his shirt, and entered the bathroom.
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{MINUTES LATER}
The door swung open as Ash walked out, the steam from the shower half covering his figure, while unwiped water covered the rest of his remains.
Ash moved to his suitcase, then opened it, but his face turned blank as he saw his clothes, which were all completely black and colorless.
But there was a glimmer of hope, one that shone as his eyes turned to Xavier's side of the room.
His mouth turned into a grin as he got up, making his way to Xavier's wardrobe.
His hands touched the handles, but Ash didn't give it a second thought.
He did not pause for consequences, nor did he truly care, because he had already made up his mind.
THUD!
It opened, and his grin only widened at the sight of colorful designer clothes.
He almost giggled, mind already fantasizing about what he would look like.
Unknowingly doing a deed that even the heavens viewed as sin, a deed that caused angels to fall from the sky as lightning.
Result; exile.
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