swords men

years went on

After healing from his father, type made sure to stay away from him to train and grow a bit close to suilna, given this teenager showed him great concern for his well being and helped him a bit to stay under the radar of his father.
When he turned 11 there was another competition to where type was not pinned against tharn, for then another year then another went by where they did not compete, every year though the two would watch the other and how they fought to keep notes, for type every competition to do a small prank on tharn to throw him off, for it to make tharn late this kid even more, type learned tharn had anger problems and he tried to use this to his advantage.
By his 16th year, type was to his desk to have a hand to the side of his neck to be writing down, the others that were still to the competition, to try to figure out ways to bring them down, what he hated was tharn was still there and type didn't like the fact he was going to have to kill him, aawut told type time and time again this is what was going to be and they were not going to listen to these new found rules.
Even though this boy bothered type, he wasn't a killer like his dad, he just wanted a peaceful life and to take over this gang to do just that.
Signing, type heard a knock to then turn to dart his eyes about.
"Yes?"
Aawut then came in to stand right before him.
"Tomorrow is the third to almost last competition, are you ready? I have written down here what you have been doing wrong with the other children and....."
"Father..... Before all that, do we really have to not follow the rules and....."
Types head went to the side for aawut to have smacked him and hard to breathe heavily.
"You will do has your told!"
Aawut then went about to toss the papers to the desk to then go to the front door.
"You are such a disappointment."
Type flexed his jaw to place his hand to his cheek to rub to take in a deep breathe, has the years had gone by, type made sure to never very, he would never give his father the satisfaction. Even though type hated pain to his core, his father through out these years did worse.
Type then rolled back his shoulders to turn in his chair to look down at the papers to dart his eyes to roll them, he then shuffled through a few to then roll his eyes to get up to leave, he wanted to see suilna.
Going to his room, type eyed about to then knock.
"Yes?"
Type couldn't help but to smile to then open the door for him to eye over.
"Aw.... Your here."
Type nodded to then go about to head to sit to the edge of his bed has suilna was to his desk to be doing something.
"So, what brings you here today."
Type made a face to eye down.
"Aawut hit me."
Suilna signed.
"Why this time?"
"I don't want to kill."
"You shouldn't have too. It's also against the rules."
Type signed.
"Do...... You believe what my father says? That littiporn killed my mother?"
Suilna shrugged.
"The was an investigation but nothing came from it. I really don't know. Wish could ask. But we do not know if they would tell the truth or not."
Type made a very hard face to then flop down to eye over the ceiling to get much hate his life.
"Mm.... Can I sleep in here tonight?"
Suilna stopped what he was doing to make a hard face has he held back a secret.
"Tomorrow is the competition."
Type moved up on his forarms to peer his eyes to suilna.
"I've trained enough, read enough, done enough. I want a relaxing night."
Suilna gulped to take in a deep breathe.
"You know what you're father will do if he ever catches you in here."
"Hasent yet."
"You've never slept in my bed the night before the competition."
"I'll set an alarm. Please."
Suilna signed and hard to nod.
"Lock the door then."
Type couldn't help but to smile and wide to get up to go to the door for suilna to shake his head.
Type then went back to take his phone out to set an alarm to then place it to the side table to place his hands to his shirt to take it over his head to then take off his pants to then get under the covers to place his head to a pillow to grab another to hold.
Suilna darted his eyes over what he was doing to have a bit of time pass to the stretch to get up to go about, he stood to the one side to look over type to grit his teeth to then go about to take off everything but his boxers to then lay to his side to look over types back.
He then signed to go to his back to close his eyes shake his head.
Just go to sleep!
Suilna made a hard face to slowly drift off.
By the next morning type left to have a hard face has he went by car to the place to stay in it for a moment until he got smacked behind his head and hard.
"Do not disappoint me! We are so close!"
Type signed to nod.
Aawut looked him over to then get out for type to get out to look about with a long face, he then rolled his eyes to follow, inside they registered to then have aawut sit with the other gang members for type to go on stage to be with the finalist to then eye about a bit confused, tharn wasent there.
Type settled in his chair to try and hard not to smile.
If that tharn kid does not show up then I don't have to compete with him any more and no one dies.
Type couldn't help but too grit his teeth for him to try not to smile to then snap his head to the side has he heard littiporn yell wait, types lips parted at what he was seeing to then become confused to what he was feeling.
He then turned his head forward to make a face.
Shit!