This Life is Mine

27

TWs: Fighting/Training, worrying, and a dirty joke at the end. Stay safe :)

The seventh training day went by in a blur. Clay had been wrapped up in perfecting the parkour course, even though Tord told him he did better.

"'Better' isn't good enough." Clay had told him before returning to practice.

Pat had opted to do target practice in the other room. You and Yan were in the maintenance room, the former making explosives and the latter preparing the weapons.

Jon set out to scout the castle and report back with his findings. He did so daily so they had the basis of what Hellucard was planning. He told them yesterday that they had moved Arthur and Larry to the first floor, probably to monitor them closely.

Eduardo and Mark were set on monitoring the area around the underground hideout and finding scraps they could use to salvage weapons or other tech.

Pau and Tom had been practicing together, knowing full well that they could handle every attack they threw at each other.

"Hyah-!" Pau's leg kicked downward. Tom quickly braced his arms up, blocking it. He struggled as Pau pushed against his arms. It was no secret that Pau was stronger than Tom. He was in the military and honed his skills even with the demon DNA writhing inside of him as a teenager.

Unlike Pau, Tom was born possessed, which meant the younger had a few advantages. Tom glanced at his shadow on the floor as his scowl turned mischievous.

"Don't even th-" Pau got cut off as he felt something trip him over. He landed awkwardly on the floor, glaring at Tom, "What did I say about using shadows to your advantage?"

Tom shrugged, his shadow not following the movement, and instead had its hands on its hips, "All's fair in war, right?"

"Not the point. That thing," Pau pointed at it, "Cannot be trusted in a warzone."

Tom glanced down at the shadow, who waved. He hummed, "Yeah, fair... it is a demon, after all."

"We should take a break." Pau breathed, raising a hand to his chest, "I need to check surveillance."

Tom merely nodded, watching him leave. He sighed, heading over to the corner where he kept his bag. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his husband.

Matt was sitting against the wall, knees pressed up against his chest. He wasn't looking at anything specific, just staring into space. His eyes darted back and forth. It looked like he was in a trance or was deep in thought. Either way, he didn't look at Tom as he approached.

Tom sat beside him, analyzing the ginger's expression through his visor. He hesitated before calling out, "Matt?"

He didn't respond as his blue and green eyes flitted to the ground, eyebrows knitting together into a baffled expression. This time, Tom reached out, placing a hand on Matt's arm. Matt's eyes widened as he nearly pulled away. He relaxed upon seeing Tom, his expression changing into a small smile, "Done already?"

"No, just taking a break." Tom shook his head.

"Aw..." Matt frowned.

"Matt," Tom spoke seriously, causing the ginger to inspect him.

"Am I in trouble...?" The taller questioned, forcing a smile.

"No, no... of course not." Tom grabbed his hands, "What were you thinking so deeply about?"

"Oh, that- uh... I dunno." Matt shrugged, "Well, I do know, but- it's weird, I guess."

"Weird?" Tom frowned when Matt pulled his hands away.