Chapter Two: Troubles We Face
When Night got home he put the meat onto the counter, and ran up to his room. He instantly dumped the materials onto his bed, and looked at them carefully. A smile over came him as he examined the black leather, blood red cloth, and bright blue fox fur. He went to his desk and shuffled through on of it's lower drawers. When e finally found the ones he'd drawn about a week ago he spread them out onto his bed beside the materials.
'It's perfect.' he thought as he picked one of them up.
It was a cloak with fluffy sleeve cuffs and trim. The hat he'd drawn with it had been one of his best and he was happy with the boots as well. He stood and walked over to his large closet. After he moved a few of his old sweaters he found his mannequin. He finished digging it out and brought it over beside his desk.
Night then grabbed the black leather, and red fabric and held one up in front of the other. 'Defiantly red over black.'
“Night!NIGHT!!” Leo called from down the stairs.
Night froze and hid the materials when he heard his fathers heavy footsteps coming up the stairs and, to his door. He quickly laid the mannequin down beside his bed and sat in the windowsill.
“Yes?” he asked as his father opened his door.
“Night, wash up! It's time to eat...” Leo told him looking into his room.
“Alright I'll be right down...” Night replied.
Leo nodded and left him alone. Night sighed in relief as Leo shut his door. His father didn't like to see him doing things that he considered to be a woman's job.
'Three more year... Just three.' He thought silently. 'Can I really keep this up that long?'
He shook his head, and heaved another sigh as he stood and went to wash his hands for dinner. He slowly walked down the stairs and sat down at the table with his parents.
“So Night, did you bring us our change?” Leo asked.
Night flattened his cat like ears against his head at the question. “Of course I did...” sighing as he digs in his pocket to pull out the change and placing it onto the table.
“Night, how was your time in town? It seems you don't smile anymore...” Luna was saying before Leo interrupted.
“Everything is fine Luna, He's a growing boy and needs his space.” Leo answered for him.
Night sighed with a frown and pushed his plate away saying “I'm not hungry anymore. Good night.” and he went off to take a bath.
“We're going to loose him, Leo. He grows farther and farther away everyday.” Luna whispered in a sad tone (as a tear runs down her cheek).
“Non-sense, Luna. He just need his space that's all.” Leo told her once more.
Luna gazed up the stairs frowning with a heavy heart. She could feel the tension between Leo and Night growing with every day that passes. Her heavy heart knew that if she didn't do something she would loose her son, but she would never be able to stand up to Leo.
Night shut the bathroom door and started to run his bath water. When the tub was half way full he turned off the water. He placed his dirty clothes in the laundry basket and got into the tub. He slowly sank under the water just enough to let the water touch his chin. He moaned at the great warmth, and began to wash up.
When he was finished with his bath he drained the water, and stepped out of the tub and onto the bath rug. He dried himself off wrapping the towel around his waist, brushed his teeth, then went to his room to get ready for bed.
Once he got into his night clothes he went to his window and stared out into the silent streets of the town. He suddenly remembered that there was an old abandoned work shed just outside of the town that would be perfect for his workshop.
So Night waited for his parents to go to bed and then gathered his materials into his bag and left as quietly as possible. While sneaking across town he came to the outskirts and found the little building where he could secretly work.
Meanwhile in a far off human town...
“Zane, Happy seventeenth birthday.” a woman whispered kindly.
“Thanks baby, ya' know I wouldn't be sticking around here if I didn't have you.” he whispered back as she turned his light out and went to her room.
Zane closed his eyes and rested for what he thought would be the rest of the night.
His eyes flashed open when he heard screaming, and not just from one person. He jumped out of bed and ran to his window. Shock over-through him as he watched the Turga slaughter some of his closest friends.
“No!!” he yelled in raged.
Zane grabbed a sword he'd just finished earlier that day and ran to Ziva's room.
“Ziva! Ziva!” he shouted as he beat on her door.
“Z....Zane...” he heard her cry from the room.
He rammed the door several times and when it finally gave away, he rushed in to see her standing by the balcony window.
“Ziva, come on!” he ordered holding his hand out for her.
She ran to him and took his hand. He lead her to the back door, opened it, made sure it was safe, and told her to run. She did as he said and ran as fast as she could. When Zane couldn't see her anymore he ran to the front door, counted to three, and charged out into the flaming battlefield.