Zet's Master Class

[Arual]

Cecil came into the classroom, thankful to be back in class again. He didn't like being in that room so long. Months, actually.

The boy was not quite the same as when he last came into the large room for Master Class; not physically, but mentally and emotionally. "Zet?" he called out to see if Zet was there yet and they'd be getting back to business, or he hoped at least. Cecil was strong again, but exhausted; which was understandable to a point coming from months of sleeping in and now waking up and doing work early in the morning. The young man put a hand to the front of his head, ruffling his hair as its semi wet feeling felt odd to Cecil. Not to mention it was falling in his eyes.

He couldn't understand things, things that he swore were important, things he still couldn't understand yet. "Well, I guess," he muttered as he looked at the watch he kept in his Master Class bag (since the room had no clock inside it like most of the others had). Zet was fifteen minutes late, "you won't be here for a while if you aren't already."

A small silver keychain of an with a very detailed engraving throughout both sides; pure metal. It twisted around in a curled look you would find on mantle tops on most old-fashioned fireplaces; but it looped around and once again into something he couldn't define before it went back to the main slink of chain. Cecil stood on the cold hardwood floor beneath him, silent and studying the symbol with no luck. Why was it so familiar to him? He had never seen it before! His crimson eyes narrowed in a more sorrowful way then in anger- and all had gone silent, leaving himself soully to his thoughts and nothing else until shaken to attention. His thumb ran over the metal design as the teen tried to think, so many memories lost after the accident, even though the nurses said that they would come back sooner or later. It was feeling like forever with each minute passing by, embarrassing when someone came up to him, and he knew who it was- but couldn't remember the face, their relation, or anything.

Cecil leaned against the dark walls near the door, only some of his back hitting the colored plaster and firm boards; the sky gray and cloudy giving little light to the room. That, however; was nothing new. Zet was a drow, well- elf- then drow...and he obviously wore his blindfold for the issue with his eyes and the brightness of the sun. It was mostly dark in here everyday, which was good in some sense because you won't always be fighting or defending in the daylight. Darkness can be adjusted to by your eyes, but only to a certain degree.


....Darkness.....


Cecil put the chained accessory in his jacket pocket and just rested his eyes some as he stood. A small nap can't hurt, right?

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

Long strides were made from his personal room to the teaching area, Zet's mind of a distant place. A place of dusty chill and moaning cries, a sickeningly sweet sweat of deception covering everything and decaying it. There, in the crushing embrace of Zebeymur'ss, who had taught him not to drown by stepping on the drowning. Not realizing they were all trapped beneath the surface, no matter what. Eyes the yellow of acid and nearly as burning were covered by a face that had learned to cage expression and take it for walks only when needed, and then by a blindfold.

His room contained a sleeping student; perhaps Cecil required more rest than he let on. Foolish, the limits that he pushed himself to. There wouldn't always be someone to catch him when he fell, and the unattractiveness of that thought would not deny its truth. The drow took his place by the window, seeming to become a cold statue the moment his movement ceased, and his head faced Cecil blindly. With everything over, what would it take to make Cecil realize his battle was done? A person who fought forever died a warrior.

The dark elf regarded the ninja and then turned to watch the clouds soar. Rest and healing was a lesson in itself, was it not?

[Arual]

At the sound of the footsteps, Cecil's eyes opened and he looked to Zet. "You're late." he said in a soft voice after realizing he fell asleep after all. All he wanted was to rest his eyes, and......well, so much for that idea, hm?

Cecil pushed off the wall and his lifeless crimson eyes went from his teacher to his one hand, and then back to the front of him; his hair dry and his body not so sleepy anymore. He felt better from it then he had all day. It was his first day back, and the first three classes took a lot out of him in one swipe. He was ready to go though, prepared and fully awake!

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"I am," he agreed dryly. "I had not realized you were well enough to learn again. The memo was delayed." Kerret had appeared, sidetracked by a litter of abandoned kittens that he felt compelled to save on his own. Kerret was innocent to a fault; the kittens would have a good home, if they did not mind an indulgent excess in milk.

"What bothers you the most at this moment?" Zet inquired, his tone suggesting it was not simply a polite questioning of health. The teacher had begun his lesson with no preamble needed.

[Arual]

Cecil's hand clutched the keychain like object in his pocket, but took a minute to say anything. "Nothing, I guess. Why?" he asked, his voice a bit more natural in volume then before. The chain went in circles inside the pocket as he walked, and when Cecil stopped his feet.

He felt like he finally got a good nights rest after almost four months in the hospital. He looked good, after what happened; but the boy was more flustered over his loss of memory coming in patches and something worse then anything he thought of- something he hadn't told a soul yet. Cecil was fine besides those two details, his body was cold, but his skin looked flesh tone again.....

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"The person who holds the most perfect life in his hands will still see a problem beside it," Zet said apathetically, as if he were quoting something. Then he answered Cecil's question. "You are too badly injured still for this to be a proper lesson. I refuse to teach a hurt student. So: what bothers you most at the moment?"

[Arual]

"-!" Cecil went to object, but stopped; knowing his place most of the time when they talked, or when any teacher talked to him. "I can't think straight anymore. I look at someone who says hello to me, and I don't remember them, even though I have them in every class but this one. Or, I can't find a class....I feel like I'm in a different person's body......" he admitted, not saying the whole truth; but not in any ways lying either.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"What then, do you plan to use as a remedy?" he asked, probing gently. Memory loss could be expected with any head wound, a sense of disassociation he did not know. Perhaps Ronove would, since he studied such things.

[Arual]

"I don't know. The nurses said it would go away, but its been two months since then....." Cecil answered. His red eyes looked down at the floor and he pulled out the metal keychain from his pocket, though it was kept in a fist.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"Then the nurses were wrong," the dark elf said. "Do you feel there is any way to recover your memory, something to jolt it back into the present?"

[Arual]

"I don't know, Zet, I don't know a lot of things lately. The only thing I can remember about that morning was Darishan in blood, both of us soaked in it....and then seeing my father's face. Everything between it is darkness......" he told his teacher, a little frustrated because of this loss; but sad in some unexplainable way.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"It can be hard to remember battles. Do you really want to?" the elf asked, a dead curiousity. "If the loss is permanent, at least it doesn't seem too severe. What you lack, you can quickly relearn."

[Arual]

"There's that too...." he muttered to himself, trying to think as well. Thinking hurt, thinking made him tired.....but why?!

"I just want to finally settle down in life with a fresh start, but all it keeps giving me is grief...." Cecil told him, sitting down, exhausted. "I would like this whole ordeal to be over with....its been almost a half a year now- and I'm not better yet, EVEN though I'm out of the infirmary." A hand ran through his spiky black hair as he sat, his eyes as tired looking as he was.

[Ladd Russo of the Russo Family]

"I have an acquaintance in this academy that specializes in ailments of the mind," Zet brought up, a bit of thoughtfulness in his tone. "Would you like him to examine your predicament? He probably knows more than any of the school's medical staff combined when it comes to the mind."

[Arual]

"If you think he can help me, then I'm willing to do anything." he replied positive to his decision. Anything Zet was willing to do for him sounded both reasonable and needed. Zet never lied to him before, and always kept Cecil's well being in mind- even if it was only for being his student. The young man appreciated that in his teacher, his role model like person who he looked up to.