Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140301210623/@comment-25763181-20140808015922

Natsu slammed through the doors of the White Fang's Blackhawk base at flying speeds, her face drawn with extreme urgency.

"Commander! I've...I've found her!" She panted heavily.

"What? Who?" He responded with surprise, his deep, gruff voice. "And where the hell have you-"

"No time to explain, sir," she quickly interrupted. "Deryn's on the move. And she has highly hostile company behind her."

"Alright. Tell your unit to gear up and move out. Lead the way."

His eye narrowed into deadly slits, his voice deepened into a fatal, malicious growl as he leaned in towards her.

"And I've changed my mind. I want you and your team to bring back that fucking bitch alive. We'll torture the bastard as her punishment for defecting. I'll give you the first honours."

"Yessir."

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Farrah's story took hours upon hours to unfurl from the deepest, darkest depths of her. Ever word that came from her mouth was a sledgehammer tearing and wearing away at Reiku's emotional barrier, the secret she held for so long finally revealed in front of him. Out of all the emotional ordeals he had to endure, perhaps this one was, by far, the most difficult. It was too much for him to handle.

"So...that's it." She concluded, her sweet, soft voice comforting and motherlike. "And again, I'm very, very sorry I had to do it, Reiku. And I'm equally sorry you had to spend the majority of your childhood in that hellhole. But...I had nothing to choose from. There was simply no other solution. I'm...I've said too much, didn't I?"

The boy nodded in response, tears quickly forming again in his crimson crystals. She opened her arms, and the male accepted her hug as he sobbed and cried away in her embrace.

All this time, Reiku had been living his childhood under a roof of lies, the revelation of the actual truth made forgiving his mentor quite difficult.

"It's okay, my dear. It's okay..." She whispered into his ear in an attempt to console him further once he started to calm down. "You don't have to forgive me. You have every single right to get mad at me."

The boy broke away from the hug, his right arm still on her shoulder.

"I-I'm going to b-be honest," he stuttered through his decreasing frequency of sobs. "I'm v-very, very pissed at y-you for doing that..."

He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself down.

"But I'm not going to get mad without accepting your apology..."

He leaned in for another hug, as she accepted he finished off his sentence with a word he had been waiting impatiently to say.

"...Mom."