Sparks | A NeonxReader story

Chapter 39

Y/N P.O.V.: 

Well, I was let out of my cell, however there have been some consequences that I had to face. 

First of which, was that I was suspended from any missions for the next two weeks, and I was not allowed to go on any solo missions for at least a month after that. Second was that I was not allowed to take of a radiant power suppressor, which restricted me from using my abilities, and left me only with my swordsmanship, which to be honest I didn't really mind. The bracelet wasn't heavy and big like the original ones, but was like any other bracelet. Third was that I was not allowed to leave the building for at least two weeks. I was essentially under house arrest. 

 If I wanted my blade, I would have to get it from Brimstone, and he would make me give it back when I was done with it. So I was let out of the cell, but I didn't have anything but the freedom to walk around. 

I was sitting in my room, just laying on my bed with nothing to do, staring at the ceiling. I was immersed in my thoughts, and my mind went to my sword. 

Why did I need it exactly? It would focus my powers of course, but why? I knew my powers were dangerous, so I never used them outside of my sword unless it was a very small amount, and it was an emergency. After the day I escaped, and took the whole building down, I didn't trust myself. 

But my blade was supposed to focus my power, but it couldn't handle it. My original one of course, the one that shattered into hundreds of pieces, which was ironic I guess. I still had it, sitting in the box on my desk, because I didn't want to get rid of it. 

I got up off the bed, and walked over to it, opening the box, and looking inside. Every shard was there, and it fit together like a puzzle. I put my hand to it, and I still had that feeling of a connection course through me. Of course it still worked, but it just wasn't a full sword anymore, only the fragments remained, and there wasn't anything I could really do with those. Maybe one day I'll figure out how to use it again or put it back together in some way. 

My two other swords after the first one, didn't feel the same. They didn't give me that initial shock, they didn't feel as comfortable in my hands. And they looked ugly, it didn't have the white handle, and the tsuba looked stupid. 

I miss my old sword. I knew it was given to me by the people I vowed to destroy, but regardless, it was the only thing I had to protect myself then. I had been through ten years of hell and back with it before it was destroyed. 

I broke it because I went too far, but I didn't realize it. I had too much power for it to handle. But I didn't get that, it was supposed to help me focus my power, and yet, it couldn't handle it. . .so what was the point? Why couldn't it handle my power? If it couldn't handle that, then it made me wonder. . .

How powerful was I? 

I mean, I'd been tested and they told me my power levels, and they weren't anything special, but if those were my true power levels, then my sword never would have broken. I wonder. . .

My door suddenly opened, originally startling me, but only Neon opens my door unannounced to annoy me, so I didn't bother looking. 

"Hey, I was going to go train, wanna come?", she asked. 

I mumbled and shook my head, I didn't really want to train. I didn't really feel like it. 

"Ano? Y/N not wanting to train? I never thought it was possible", she made fun of me. 

She walked up next to me, and I'm assuming she saw what I was looking at. 

"Still thinking about that?", she asked.