rekindleme | Training

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Training

Who: Suzaku Kururugi and you
When: July 5th, afternoon time
Where: Outside in a grassy area
Summery: Suzaku wakes up from a coma and is starting to suffer withdrawal because of his long nap
Warnings: None though he might recognise you.

Another similarity between this world and Rakuen, coma's. Though Suzaku had only ever fallen into one coma in Rakuen; one like this anyways, the time Lelouch sent him into one was different, he had seen others do so enough that it didn't even feel strange to wake and be told that he had slept for a week.

As had become normal in Rakuen he had just nodded and assured the medical staff he would be alright. And got on with his day. He did feel that the dizziness had gotten worse; and he tried to ignore why. The fact he still wasn't comfortable with touching anyone, especially not to the degree that this place deemed his duty, was something he had been pushing aside.

So he was on the grass going through some sword forms with a stick he had found for the purpose, his days had been quite empty since arriving here, he had gotten used to the structure of classes and constant battles. The free time and general freedom here confused him. Still he nodded politely to those who were nearby, familiar faces from the apartments.

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A pair of golden-amber eyes scan the area and light up when they land on Suzaku's form. Normally, Diarmuid isn't out of his apartment building alone, but he has been trying to do more by himself so he doesn't have to make everyone take care of him all the time. Despite trying to be brave, being out alone is still scary to him and he had seriously been thinking of just going back in when he had first spotted Suzaku practicing.

He had still gone back in, but only to grab his practice sword off the bed in his room. When he finally does approach Suzaku, his earlier uncertainly is forgotten and he can only be described as looking extremely excited.

The boy holds out his small practice sword to the other man, "Suzaku! Suzaku! Will you practice with me?"

Suzaku turned at his name and relaxed when he saw Diarmuid, the child seemed excited and Suzaku nodded as the sword was held out.

"Of course I will Diarmuid." He was glad to see that the boy seemed well even after this time of being alone in a world he had been pulled to. "I bet you have got better already."

Diarmuid giggles, but shakes his head, "I haven't had much time to practice. I have a little with my friend, but he knows even less than I do about using a sword. Half the time I have to go find my sword when he lets it slip out of his hands!" For a moment, the boy looks cutely frustrated, before smiling up at Suzaku again, "We got to go and power up a new section of the city! Well, I didn't get to go, but a lot of others did. Now there is a shopping spot we can go to!"

Suzaku was glad to hear he had a friend, and one close to his own age in that. Then again he wasn't too surprised, Diarmuid seemed like someone who could make friends easily.

"Well if you want I can teach him some time too, so he no longer drops the sword."

This place wasn't Rakuen he reminded himself, there was no reason for these children to learn to fight and perhaps he shouldn't teach them, let them grow up peaceful.

But then again if they were already trying to learn then actually having an adult teach them rather than blundering around on their own was probably better.

He blinked at the news, a new section? And a shopping center. "That sounds interesting, I was asleep for a while and it sounds like I missed quite a bit."

"It's not that he doesn't know how to hold it," That cutely frustrated look returns to Diarmuid's face. "He knows. I showed him. But he is like my friend back home. He gets so excited and so caught up in things that he gets distracted." The boy shakes his head, "Maybe I understand now why my father wants my friend to wait to start training. I still would rather he trained with me..."

Diarmuid falls silent a moment in thought and then gives Suzaku a curious look, "You fell asleep? You must have been tired from all the new things! I slept for a long time the first night I was here! Do you feel better now?"

"People are ready at their own pace. It takes a lot of concentration and discipline to learn to fight with a sword, and some people take longer than others to learn it."

He nodded, accepting the boys explanation and not wanting to go into detail; he had a feeling that comas would be something outside of Diarmuid's understanding.

"I must have been, but I am awake now and have catching up to do it seems. Did anyone tell you how they managed to power up that part of the city?"

"Yes, concentration. His...is lacking sometimes," Diarmuid giggles. It's clear he doesn't think badly of his friend for this. It is just something that is, "My friend went with one of the groups, but he was having too much fun not paying attention. He said something about having to touch a big generator to power it up. I guess it was maybe kind of like what we do when we touch?"

He pauses for a moment, his eyes suddenly getting big, "You said you slept a long time. Do you need a hug, Suzaku? I met a man the other day and he was sick because he hadn't gotten any hugs for a long time!"

Touching a generated to give it power, this city somehow ran on... what? Human contact? Emotions?

He sort of wished Lelouch was here, or anyone who was good at figuring things out. He blinked at the offer, he still wasn't comfortable with hugs, or asking for hugs but he nodded slowly.

That nod is all that Diarmuid needs. He walks right up net to Suzaku, holding out his arms so that the man will pick him up like he did before. It will be easier to hug him this way and the contact can be longer. After all, it seemed like the longer Diarmuid had touched Vexen, the better the man had felt. It should work the same for Suzaku, right?

Suzaku blinked and then lifted the child up onto his shoulders, feeling better almost instantly. He wasn't sure what to do for a moment, as just standing there felt awkward. But then he had an idea.

"Can you hold on really tight?"

A small squeak of excitement slips out of the boy's mouth when he is picked up and not hugged, but put onto Suzaku's shoulder's instead. Diarmuid nods happily to the man's question, "Yes! I will hold on very tight! What are we going to do?"

"Practice." Suzaku held the practice sword in an easy grip. It would be hard to work through forms with a weight on his shoulder, but good practice. "You get the best view, so watch very closely."

"Oh!" The boy's eyes grow wide when he realizes what Suzaku is going to do. "I will watch! I will watch close! But...will I get to try some moves later? I want to make sure I don't forget anything!"

"Of course." He nodded, "We will practice so you don't forget, and to make sure you were watching carefully."

"I will watch very closely! Go! Go! Show me how you fight!" The boy is very excited. He would be clapping his hands, but that would mean letting go of Suzaku and he promised he would hold on tight so he can't do that.

Suzaku nodded and began to move, it was quite difficult with Diarmuid on his back, but he had fought with heavy rucksacks before, this was similar.

He went through a few sequences, moving quickly trusting Diarmuid to keep holding on. His sword hit at invisible enemies and he span round in a kick glancing to the side after to check Diarmuid was alright.

Diarmuid is holding on just fine, giggling every now and again or nodding when he makes a note of something specific he wants to try. In fact, the longer that Suzaku keeps going, the more to boy seems to adjust how he moves so that he is moving with Suzaku instead of against him.

Hopefully, that will make things at least a little easier on the other man.

It did, and Suzaku was impressed with the child's adaption. He was good at it and Suzaku was glad that he at least had some knowledge of how to move.

He continued for a while, feeling stronger from the touch. Eventually he stopped and let Diarmuid down. "Think you can remember all of that?"

"I can try! It was a lot, but I will try!" The boy eagerly takes a few steps away from Suzaku, so that he can ready himself to practice. "Do you want to pick a move to start with or should I? I don't care what I learn first as long as I get to learn stuff!

"But first! You feel better, right? It's not good to practice when you aren't feeling good. Someone will get hurt!"

"I do, you are good at making people feel better Diarmuid." He nodded, "Why don't you pick. What was your favorite?"

Diarmuid looks down, a little embarrassed by the praise, "Thank you, Suzaku! I am glad I was able to help you feel better. I don't like it when my friends don't feel good!

"You want me to pick my favorite one? Okay, I pick this one! I hope I remember how to do it right," the boy stands still for a moment in thought and then raises his practice sword and makes a trust with it. He stops after doing it once, though, and frowns.

"That is not quite right. What am I forgetting?"

Suzaku watched him, in teaching mode now, despite his young age. In fact because Diarmuid was so young it was even more important he got it right. Since if he learned wrong it would stick with him forever.

"To move." Suzaku held the stick in the same position Diarmuid was and demonstrated the thrust, stepping forward, knees bent. "It might seem silly but you use your legs as much as your arms when fighting with a sword."

"Oh! I see!" The boy excitedly copies the motion that Suzaku makes being sure to move his whole body instead of just his arms. "Father said that once, but I didn't understand it."

He repeats the motion a few more times before looking up at Suzaku with wide, happy eyes, "More like that, right? It feels better now!"

"It's a bit complicated, and you won't really understand it until you have fought a lot." Something that hopefully wouldn't happen for real for a long time.

"Yes, like that. If it feels natural and comfortable then you are almost right."

"So I need to just keep practicing and practicing! That is okay. I like practicing!" Diarmuid repeats the move several more times becoming more and more confident with it as he does, "It does feel better now. I have to learn it so well I don't have to think about it. That is something else my father told me.

"But for now..." He looks up at Suzaku, "I picked one move. Now will you pick another one?"

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