//------------------------------// // First You will Learn // Story: Where I am Needed // by Saviour From The Dark //------------------------------// Where I am Needed Chapter 12, First You will Learn It felt…..natural…right, like he belonged. Salvatore the young Human who had, as far as he knew, died and was resurrected into a world of Ponies. He felt right just being in…..well Heaven…felt like home. He pondered this as he stood upon a cloud, which an Angel had instructed him on how to maneuver it, which was currently floating right outside his first "Tasks" as the Archangel Gabriel had named them. However if these "Tasks" would make him stronger… 'Just strong enough to…..' "AHEM!" The surprising sound made him jump out of his mind and literally with his body. Now that he was back to reality he saw a fully armored Angel stood at the gates to where he would receive his training. He looked into the thin visor however he couldn't even see who was within it…..however….they was standing strangely….Yes they stood with a disciplined back bone yet it was how they were standing, it was different to all the other armored Angels he had seen. "I take it I have to follow you?" Salvatore questioned to Angel. "…..." Nod. "Uhm…Are you going to speak?" "…." Shake. "I'll just follow you then". He walked off the cloud and approached the gate whilst the Angel turned to push open the huge golden gates ornamented with runes and engraved images of Angelic warriors, it was a good impression for Salvatore leaving him awed from the sight of exquisite detail upon the gates. When he passed through the gates he saw where he would learn to harness strength. The building was huge! Statues of warriors stood in the courtyard of the school for all to see just who they can be and just how strong they can become. Also around the courtyard was his Master's favorite kind of tree…..A sakura blossom tree. They whole place was beautiful and inspiring not to mention the amazing architecture of the school which revolved around sliding doors and dragons either embedded within the walls or coming outs of them, looking ferocious and aggressive as dragons should be. The footsteps of armored boots walking past him brought his attention to the Angel who kept walking until they were slightly ahead of him…they just stood there…unmoving….. Until a lightning fast spin resulted in an armored heel being smacking into the protective forearm of Salvatore. He didn't have much time before another kick was sent at him which he managed to duck under by splitting his legs to duck underneath the boot which would have struck him in the face. Unfortunately this left him vulnerable for a few seconds which was enough for the Angel to approach and thrust their boot towards his face…The impact sent him sprawling back and smashing into the golden gate…..He grabbed one of the gates bars to assist in getting up from the floor. The Angel stood proudly….and Salvatore could tell that the bastard had one damn smug smile on their face. Turning around he heard a slight gasp…..the surprise for the Angel was that there was glowing blood red eye boring into them. Salvatore knew this feeling….but he wasn't bleeding? 'You're an idiot'….. His body arched and shook as though he had been struck with lightning, well that's what it looked like from the outside, however on the inside it felt GOOD it was like an adrenalin rush only instead of rush it felt like a supercharge….he looked at the Angel…he noticed something….it sounded like something…..breathing? He could hear the Angels breathing. His eyes noticed new things…vision was clearer and as he stared into the Angel's visor he saw bright and sparkling emerald eyes. A deep breath brought in many scents….these scents…..he could tell what they were and where to find them…something smelt….intoxicating...to the point where a little moan came from the humans mouth….however it was coming from the Angel? Now he wanted to test himself more. Salvatore ran towards the Angel and just before a kick was propelled towards him he jumped over the Angel and performed a front flip before landing on his feet crouched like a tiger ready to pounce upon its prey. As the Angel turned to attack the newly invigorated opponent they were suddenly swept of their feet by a force striking their stomach which was Salvatore lunging at them and using his weight to bring them to the ground. As the back of the Angel's helmet hit the ground it came loose. It didn't take a second before Salvatore was straddling the winged assailant who's said wings were now splayed out wide on the floor. He grabbed their shoulders and slammed them into the ground which managed to wind them and send the helmet sprawling over to where a statue stood. All aggression stopped…the beast which was ferocious was tamed by the sight. Pale skin and emerald eyes stopped all forms of thought within Salvatore's head. His hands lowered as his heavy breathing slowly returned to normal. Nothing escaped his eyes…..the thin and pale pink lips….little nose…..hair so black it was like a night sky against her skin….yet the hair was short and spiky at the front it was longer at the sides then even longer at the back….just like her wings it was splayed out… She however was staring at his eyes….face and hair. Never had she seen something like that blood red eye which now glowed not with the fury of the fight but calmly…..in fact it was a light red, pinkish if anyone would say it to his face. The deep scar which ran down the right side of his face and past the eye….but a scar that deep…'Surely it would'…. The Angel snapped to her senses which didn't go unseen by the one on top of her. She grabbed him by the tunic he wore and tried to throw him off her. She pulled and pulled until she finally pulled with all her strength! The sound of fabric tearing was her response and a bare chest falling into her face. Her face inflamed with a deep blush as the more she struggled she found she was rubbing herself against his body and stopped. His body felt warm…soft…..and strong. Strangely she found it comfortable…..and her body relaxed as she looked up she saw him looking down at her with the cutest and childlike expression ever seen it actually made her smile slightly. Salvatore literally had no idea what to do…..he had never been this close to a…g-girl before. In fact he had never been close to any girl in his life! As he looked down at her eyes staring up at him he got a strange feeling…..like his face became suddenly hot!? A giggling was heard and it was her…..he couldn't help but laugh at the situation himself. As they both looked down they noticed where his hands had been placed…thankfully armor was in the way as they were both on her chest…..were certain things are. Another fire consumed Salvatore's face yet as he saw the pink on her cheeks it…..made his heart feel strange and his stomach felt knotted? Unknown to him she was going through similar feelings. Slowly he moved off her and rested his weight on his knees where he could sit straight….she felt….disappointed when he moved but still she wasn't upset with looking at him. The first major difference was the strange tattoos he had which entranced her but not as much as staring at his body did…this went noticed…..for the first time in his life…Salvatore felt shy. "Uhm….I am sorry". Salvatore said just barely. "F-for what?" Her velvet voice replied. "For…putting you in this…errr situation". She couldn't believe this was coming from who she was just fighting. "Hehehe. Well it's perfectly fine…it is my fault for volunteering". Salvatore looked at her with his head tilted to the side. "The schools masters were told that a strong new student was arriving…..they wanted to test this student. I volunteered to test you". "Sorry if I hurt you or anything….I…I got a bit excited". He tried to explain what happened to him in a way which seemed understandable. "Its fine….I used to lose myself a little…..well I still do". She openly admitted. They both noticed how things had drastically changed. Unintentionally she looked him up and down while he was observing the school. As he looked back she was biting her bottom lip. Both did not know how to proceed or say. "I-I like your hair". She blushed a little while admitting her admiration. "Oh….really?" "Yeah it's…..like a mane….like what a lion has". He smiled at the compliment. "I think yours is beautiful….like silk". She could not help but smile at the attention received from the Human. They caught each others eyes…..they…they couldn't help this…connection they felt! It drew Salvatore's face down till his nose was an inch away from hers. The Angel's lips parted only by the slightest amount…..She didn't know why she had these feelings…yet she did not want to stop them. "AHEM!" Both the Angel and Human got to their feet at a speed which probably broke a few laws of physics. Looking at who had…..well the three who had caught their attention. Three Angels stood in front of the school…..On the left was an elderly man who's long silver hair was formed in a platted pony tail which hung just beneath his knees. Wrinkles were prominent upon his face and his eyes seemed like they were struggling to stay open. The old man wore a dark blue robe which had silver trimmings and he wore no shoes and kept his feet bare. Old he may be yet there was something Salvatore sensed….felt the fiber of his being that there was more to the old man than what the exterior told him. On the right was an Angel who looked to be middle aged, not old yet not young. However he stood strong and looked like he knew what to do in a fight if one transpired. His face held the look of a kind hearted man who would never leave a friend or a stranger in a bad situation. He had short cut black hair which was pushed back giving him a clean and tidy look. This Angel wore a black sleeveless tunic long and flowing black pants held up by a rope belt. Something radiated from him….it felt comforting maybe it was his light blue eyes which seemed like a calm river. Finally in the middle was an Angel with what seemed like a permanent scowl on his face with black hair which was graying tied back. His near black eyes glared at Salvatore in a way which said either he was going to strike him on the spot or make his life a living hell…Salvatore guessed both. He also had a very neatly cut and trimmed mustache above his stiff lip which said a lot about this Angel. He was strict and disciplined…..he also wasn't too bothered about dishing out discipline. This Angel looked physically strong and powerful with knuckles resembling the striking point of a war hammer. Unlike the other two Angels he wore a full white uniform with a worn black belt around his waist. "Luciana we see you were overpowered there". Said the old Angel. She burst out into a flaming blush. "Y-yes Master Chuan, he is certainly a strong and capable fighter". "Hahaha! I like your style Salvador? Is it?" The middle aged Angel asked. "Salvatore, haha, I just reacted with my instincts….its how I was taught to fight". "Well it's a good thing you were sent here isn't it Human? Now you can learn how to really fight!". Said the Angel in the white uniform. "Welcome to the Temple of Sacred Arts! Here your training begins!" The three said in union. "I am Master Chuan of the Internal Art". Announced the old Angel. "I am Master Shen of Twenty Thousand Hands". The middle aged Angel said casually with a smile. "I am Masatatsu Funakoshi! Master of The Disciples Fist!" The uniformed Angel proudly stated as a fact. "Here true strength is realized and no limit shall exist within body or mind!" They all said, once again, in union.