11AN - This was a request by AquilaTempestas. Lyrics are from Take The Night Off by Sick Of It All
Power. Power has always been abused…
Let's take the night off from mental stress
Mystel couldn't handle being around that power crazed Bey Nazi any longer; he had to break free from him, even if it was only temporarily. He understood his will to win, but not to the point where he and the others were placed in harm's way for a cause they cared nothing about.
Injured if they went through with it or blackmailed and beaten if they refused, the big picture is cruel to them all. These thoughts flitted through Mystel's mind as he leapt from tree branch to tree branch, heading towards his save haven - the park.
Crouching on a branch 50 feet up, Mystel was always amazed at what tiny specs everyone appeared to be. Reclining back, his gaze drifted to the sky, a place where the answers to his questions always seemed to appear. Today, however, provided no immediate answer for Boris' ways.
Mystel sighed, closing his weary eyes. Down below him, people carried on with their lives, unknowing of the troubles that plagued him and his teammates. All he wanted was to return to his carefree lifestyle, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon. Even if they won this tournament, who could tell what Boris would trick them into doing next? For now at least, he'd enjoy a night away from the stress.
"Here's to you, Boris." said the teen as he raised a finger to the air. "Looks like I'm having my own celebration."
AN - It seems my 'drabbles' have gotten longer as time goes on. This one could be thought of more as a songfic, I tried slipping in lyrics throughout it. Anyway, I hope you liked it.