The Fatigue: A Fictional Narrative

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Rei POV: It's been a few days since Ikki and Bankotsu's altercation. I've seen Ikki on a couple occasions just walking through the castle. The conversation never got past the exchange of greetings, since Bankotsu interfers and drags me away from him. I don't get what his problem with Ikki is, I put up with it before but it's staring to get on my nerves now. He's suppose to protect me from people trying to kill me, not boys flirting with me. And to top it all off my father told me that I'm to refrain from doing my royal duties, until he says otherwise. My guess is, Bankotsu persuaded my father to come to this decision. It's not all that bad, but I feel like a prisoner in my home a little bit. The sooner the Band of Seven leave, I can go back …show more content…

"Here, it looks like you need this, Princess." Says an male voice from behind me. My mouth drops open in a smile and eyes light up, "Oh! Thank you so much!" I take the flash not even turning back to see who was holding it out. I drink the water like it was the last I would ever have, emptying the contents of the flask quickly. I hear a giggle from the person behind me. I turn around with a blush at my un-lady-like behavior. "I-I'm sorry that wasn't very princess like of me" I rub my head, laughing nervously to cover up my embarassment. The man in front of me chuckled, "It's quite fine." I looked up to smile at the man, a look of confusion when across my face. I've never seen this person before, but his clothes are familiar.. He has brown hair that almost reaches his shoulders and black eyes "You seem sort of familiar.. Who are you?" I …show more content…

I'm Suikotsu, we were introduced when Big brother and the rest of us arrived." I put his thumb and index finger to his chin. "I guess my appearance is different at the moment. So that's why you didn't know who I was." "Oh.. But why do you look diffenernt? What happened to the tattoos on your face?" I was confused was this really the man I saw that day? But how? "It doesn't matter." I waved off my questions. "But rest assured I really am who I say." He smiled at me. "Well ok, I believe you." I replied. I wasn't going to pry that would be kind of rude He came and sat beside me on the grass. "I noticed you're not quite bad with a sword, wanna spar with me a bit? It's better than practicing by yourself. He asked turning to look at me. "R-really?" I look back at him with a dumbfounded. "Yeah! Why not? It'll be fun. He stands up and turns to face me. "Besideds, I need to practice too, I haven't done any of the sort since I've got here. So, what do you say? He asks holding out his hand. I gave it a quick thought. "Sure! No harm in a friendly fight." I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. "Good! Alright we'll use our weapon of choice. First person to get hit on the other is the winner." He stated putting on his claws, readying

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