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Day 7 - Training for @kreonweek​

"Again."

Major Krauser stared down at him, nose halfway crinkled in disgust like Leon was nothing but an insect.

"But -"

"I said -" Krauser started, leaning down to grab a fistful of Leon's hair. "Again."

The pain had him hissing through clenched teeth, but he still got back on his feet, wiping the blood from his nose.

"You don't hold back, do you?"

Krauser chuckled at that, something passing over his face that nearly took the edge off.

"Not in my nature."

It had rained during the night, leaving the training ground full of muddy patches. The air was thick with the smell of it, rich and pungent, and Leon just knew Krauser was waiting for an opportunity to rub Leon's nose in it like a misbehaving dog. He'd heard rumors on how hard Krauser could be on whoever was fortunate, or unfortunate, enough to be trained by him, but he'd never imagined just how tough his training regime would be. "C'mon, lemme see how tough you are."

Leon had tried more than once to tell himself that he hated Krauser. Hated the knowing smirk and his unnerving eyes that saw entirely too much. But there was a rush of blood to his groin and a punch to his gut that told him that was far from the truth.

Day 6 - Death for @kreonweek

Day 5 - Trauma/Scars for @kreonweek

It wasn’t the scars that held the most memories.

It wasn’t the slight dip on his right cheek, nor the diagonal on his inner thigh. Most days he barely even noticed.

No, the wounds ran deeper inside. The pain of losing him. Of thinking he lost him. Of chasing after him, never quite reaching that faraway place inside him.

He’d touch Jack’s skin, but -

Not really.

His armor wasn’t what he wore to war. Wasn’t even what he changed into.

His skin was -

Impenetrable.

Yet in the end, his skin had yielded and granted access to that innermost place. The place Leon had longed for, but all wrong. His blood had stained Leon’s hands, stained everything inside him.

It was buried like shrapnel, digging into him, never quite letting go.

At least the scars faded.

Day 4 - Submission for @kreonweek

The battle moves like a current; it flows and ebbs. One moves, the other responds, the fight ever revolving. They exchange blows, quips, their breathing as one. 

Soon the line of move and response, flow and ebb, blurs. They move as one, in a precarious co-operation, a dangerous dance, where the one that fails to move in time -

Leon doesn’t wanna think about it.

The dance is restrictively close and personal because of the narrow walkway and the short reach of the knives - their history. Their bodies brush against each other for each move.

But Krauser is leading this dance. Leon can only try to keep up with him while slowly fighting the urge to give in.

Day 3 - Ex-Military for @kreonweek

Day 2 - 2 Years for @kreonweek

Day 1 - Teacher/Prodigy for @kreonweek