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05 August 2009 @ 12:19 am
New fic: Tutor  

Title: Tutor
Rating: PG
Summary: Prompt: Vorador/Janos, duelling - skill with a sword and a pike did not come naturally; it was earned through blood and bruises.




Disclaimer: Legacy of Kain belongs to Edios and Crystal dynamics, they are not me. I am making £0.00 out of this fic, it is written purely because I have a burning need to create.


Rating: PG


Part: One of One


Set: Pre Blood Omen.


Authoress note: Prompt: Vorador/Janos, duelling - skill with a sword and a pike did not come naturally; it was earned through blood and bruises.


For all my reviewers, who without I would have surely given up a long time ago.







I have been able to fight since a very young age.


Or at least I thought I could fight until the day Janos took it upon himself to teach me. What I had called fighting in the past had been what I had experienced as a child growing up in a rough life, what I had experienced as a young man drunkenly trying to keep other men away from the girl I wanted and what I had experienced when raiders came to the village. None of those were fighting. I am not entirely sure what one would call what it was I did when I thought I was fighting but it was not what Janos did now.


Janos moved as if he were dancing. As if every motion was one well rehearsed and practiced which is what it probably was. It was beautiful to watch. So beautiful that when he stopped and motioned me to come to him I did not want to go. I would have rather stayed and watched him from a distance. For in joining him I would ruin the dance, I would be a blemish in the painting that he was.


But then I could never say no to him and I obeyed.


So lost was I in the grace of his movements that I did not see the blow coming, in fact I hardly felt it I was so lost in simply watching. It was not until I tasted blood and heard him laugh that I even realised he had struck me.


“Am I such a distraction?” he teased, he actually teased me and I snorted taking a stance and finally really feeling the blow to my head.


I felt the second blow, and the third blow and the eighth blow. I was bruised and bleeding when he finally called a stop to my ridiculous performance and took my hand. He lead me to a chair and took the weapon from my hand, setting it aside he leaned forward and began cleaning the blood from one of my head wounds from me. Purring as he lapped at my skin, I couldn’t help but look forward to my next lesson.


End drabble


Authoress note: Yup.


Please Review.

Chalcychalcedonyblue on August 5th, 2009 05:30 am (UTC)

Best. Pairing. Ever.

This made my day. :)
Katelightindark7 on August 5th, 2009 10:10 am (UTC)
Glad to have done something useful, lol ^_^