The Lucky Ones

Chapter Fifty: Training With What Time I Have Left.

I went back up to the Guest Bedroom to change into my training clothes. I got out of the crop-top, shorts, and Converse. I changed into combat-boots, different black shorts, a black tank-top, and put my hair in a pony-tail. I slid black leather fingerless gloves onto my hands and went out to the Royal Arena.

I walked in, taking in a breath of the air. The Arena had its own smell. I haven't smelt it in years.

I gulped and walked to the middle. The floor was concrete, with a bit of sand covering it. A table with many weapons covering it sat there. Different training dummies stood there, positioned in different parts of the Arena. I grabbed a battle-axe with a golden handle, a golden blade, and aqua blue gemstones engraved in the handle.

I spun it in my hands and smashed it into the ground. The ground cracked, and I pulled the axe out. I gripped the handle firmly and pulled it back, positioning it for the swing. I charged towards a dummy and split its head with the axe.

I ran over to another, Spartan-kicked it into its back, and forced the axe into its chest. I pushed another one over and decapitated it.

I tossed the axe onto the ground and quickly grabbed two katanas with silver blades and golden handles. I hit a dummy on both sides of the neck, cutting deep slits into it. I rushed to a group of six dummies, three on each time. I swung the katanas to their necks, cutting their heads off in the process.

I trained for hours and hours, sweating more each minute. My shirt was drenched, my palms hurt, and I was dirty. I kept falling onto the Aren's floor, but getting back up right after.

A few minutes after several hours of training, a man walked into the Arena. I turned around and looked at him, resting a silver handled war-hammer on my shoulders. The man had a brown leather jacket on, a black shirt, jeans, and black boots. He walked up to me, and I saw more of his features.

He had black hair and crystal blue eyes, just like me. He looked so familiar to me, but I swore that I've never seen him before.

When he spoke, he said "I'm going to train you for the tournament." I gulped and backed up slightly. "Who are you?" I asked. He responded "No one important. You don't need to know. Let's just get started."

He grabbed the war-hammer from my hands and set it down. He wheeled a dummy over to me and said "You're good enough with weapons. Use your limbs."

I punched the dummy, and it's stand kept it up. I jumped up and twirled around in three perfect 360's. I kicked the dummy's cheek three times, each in the same spot. I then landed on my feet.

The man said "Good. Now, your posture and position were good, but your attack was sloppy. You stumbled slightly, and your feet were twisted weirdly."

I sighed and did the move over again, doing it perfectly. He applauded, and I giggled.

He seemed so damn familiar..

The rest of the day was filled with training, and him training me. He taught me new moves, attacking positions, and always fixed my posture.

When I was sitting down to meditate (focusing on my fighting), one of the exercises the man had me do, Sans walked into the Arena. He looked at the man sitting next to me and said "Who's this?" My eyes opened, and I answered "Never said his name, but he's training me."

He nodded and walked over to me. He grabbed my hand and put it to his chest. I looked away from him, but he gently grabbed my chin to make me look at him. I sighed again and stood up. I started to walk out, saying "Thank you for training me today, sir. It was nice meeting you."

He smiled and nodded as I walked out. Sans followed me and asked "I know you're mad at me for fighting with your dad. And also about the window, you flying out of it, me shoving you out of the way, and hitting you.."

I walked a little faster, ignoring him. He kept up with my pace, but I made no eye-contact. He grabbed my biceps and forced me to look at him. "Tesla, look at me. I'm trying to apologize." When looking into his eyes, I teared up. I couldn't stop thinking about the events from earlier.

He pressed his lips again mine in a kiss, and I kissed him back. He put his arms around my back and held the kiss. Tears slowly fell from my eyes. He put his arms under my rear-end and lifted me up. He said "You mean everything to me. I'm so sorry for hurting you. It was all my fault. I'll never do it again, I promise."

I hugged him and whispered in his ear "It's okay. I'd probably do the same thing." He smiled and carried me to the Palace. I stuffed my face into the side of his neck as he carried me.

We eventually got to the Guest Bedroom, and I changed into grey sweatpants and a grey tank-top. Sans took his shirt off and changed into black sweatpants. I put my hair in a pony-tail and sat on the bed. Sans sat down behind me, kissing the back of my neck. I smiled as he did.

He put his hands on my waist and muffled "May I feel you?" I blushed and nodded.

He slid his hands down onto my thighs and started biting my neck. He stood us both up and kept his hands on my thighs. His fingertips touched me lightly, and I smiled. He put his arms around my shoulders and said "I love you so much."

"I love you too." I replied. He laid down on the bed and put me next to him. He put an arm around me and held me close to him. He played with my hair gently to make me tired. I turned around and pressed my forehead against his chest. He held my head close to him.

He was warm and he smelt good. He pulled the blankets up to my shoulders and kissed the top of my head. I cuddled him under the blankets and he wrapped his arms around me. I curled my legs up to my chest and laid on top of him.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, with Sans pressing me close to his warm body.