ROGUE (BL)

CENT 20 (TEN YEARS AGO)

It was the first day of the Academy. A beautiful day, Myr had to agree as he looked into the eyes of the gleaming sun. Beside him, Miko, the wealthy son of the headmaster that Myr had bribed into carrying his luggage for him, panted as he set his luggage down next to a bench and crashed onto it.

Myr tsked. "You don't have an ounce of muscle into you."

Miko peaked at him with one eye "That's why we're doing this remember? I carry your luggage and you cover for me during training."

Myr crossed his arms at him "You've certainly got quite the nerve for someone who can't even collect ammo."

Miko frowned "Remind me, what is ammo again?"

Myr rolled his eyes ''You're going to Academia to train and you don't even know what ammo is? Even kids know that! That's like the basic of the basic!"

Miko waved "I'm just not interested in this stuff okay, fighting and all."

Myr huffed a breath "Why'd you join the Academia then?"

"Father forced. Now, answer my question. What is Ammo"

Myr sighed and closed his eyes until the wind around him collected into his palm and into a blue sphere. "See this?"

"Is this ammo?"

"No. The ability to create this is Ammo."

"I didn't understand."

"I'm sure they would go over this in detail in the Academia. Let's go now."

...

"You're still injured. Are you sure you want to attend today?" Micheal's mother asked, appearing next to the doorframe, a worried look cast on her face and an envelope containing painkillers in her hand.

Micheal stopped tying his shoes for a second and looked up at her "It's the first day of Academia. I shouldn't miss out. Besides, the headmaster wants me around. Something about the Archedemons."

She sighed. "Fine. Have it your way, but take these with you" She handed him the painkillers "And if your wounds act up again, make sure you find yourself a seat."

"I will, thank you" After that, Micheal left for Academia. He wasn't the kind to be worried about his perception, no, that wasn't what made him worry about missing the first day to the Academia. Rather, it was the other way around. He wanted to see. Before friends, he wanted to find foes, someone who could beat him at his own game, someone who'd turn out to be stronger than he was.

Since childhood, Micheal couldn't remember anyone who had successfully defeated him. Somewhere along the line, things had turned too boring for him. Still, he could never really abandon his pursuit for finding a competitor despite having tasted the harsh reality multiple times.

He knew that his mother was a ball of fluff and cotton and draped beneath luxurious fox fur, but even she sometimes said things like "If there is a 'harsh reality' then there must be a 'dream reality'" Micheal for one, could never really understand why, but he held his mother to that quote.

It had been time and time again that life proved him wrong but, somehow, a mere quote spoken wondrously during the hours of diner while watching TV stuck around with him and then formed the principles of his life. He didn't plan on letting them go no matter what. But what happens when, that is something he does worry about every Sunday (Because that is the only time when his mother leaves for long enough to the church that he can tie his brother with mind reading abilities to a tree by the river down the hill and wonder in peace.)