Memories Will Sustain You

First off, I'd like to say I'm terribly sorry for this long wait... I know that some of you have been waiting, and no doubt decided to give on me for taking so long. I'm really sorry, but here it is. Last chapter will be up sometime soon, I promise!

Also, forvive me. I kinda rushed through here and haven't checked for spelling or grammer mistakes or anything like that.

Here it is!

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Kratos strolled through the early morning light, exploring through the forests and reliving old memories. He had had such a good time in this place, all those years ago… But that was all a thing of the past. Now he was here preparing for a climatic battle that would decide the fate of the two worlds… boy did times change. Whatever happened to that dream of peace that their group shared so long ago?

The warrior shrugged. Turning back and returning to their site. Lloyd would probably still be out cold… yesterday’s training had been especially tough. Maybe he would go a little bit easier on him today. Yes, they would be leaving in the morning… they should be working the hardest today, but pushing Lloyd until he shut down was not going to help matters at all.

Lloyd… why couldn’t he get that boy out of his head? What was it about him that swirled through his thoughts constantly, taking hold of every sense? Kratos grit his teeth and clenched his fists tightly almost to the point of extreme pain. He needed to forget those feelings… the kid was his SON for Pete’s sake. Why did things like this have to happen?

Kratos stepped back into the clearing, surprisingly to a conscious Lloyd. He was bent down beside the winding river, his hands shooting into the water every few seconds to grasp at a tiny fish. Even more surprising, there lay beside him a small pile of three, medium-sized fish that had already been skinned and cleaned. Guess Lloyd was picking up a few things from his old man.

“Good job, Lloyd. I wasn’t expecting to come back to breakfast.” Kratos smiled warmly and kneeled down beside Lloyd, quickly grabbing another fish that swam by along the surface. “That should be enough, Lloyd, let’s eat and get to work.”

A quarter hour later, their bellies full of smoked, steaming fish, the pair headed out along the beach for some more endurance training, and Kratos even showed Lloyd some special sword styles and techniques of his own to prepare him for the coming trials on Derris-Kharlan. The red swordsman was going to need all the information that could be hammered into his brain to prepare for the big fights.

After several long hours filled with blood and sweat, Lloyd was sprawled along the sand once more, his eyes squinting in the bright but dimming light. Kratos, having barely even broken a sweat after doing everything Lloyd had done, leaned up against a tall, thick tree and closed his eyes, trying to relax himself. He thought for a moment, then his eyes popped open, traveling towards Lloyd.

“Say, Lloyd, why don’t we just quit the rest of today? You can go take a swim and wash off, and I’ll just head back to camp and maybe rustle up some dinner… I’m sure there’s still a little game left on this island, even if we haven’t seen anything since we came.”

Lloyd slowly stood up, nodding lazily in response to Kratos’ suggestion. He hurried off, swaying slightly as he tripped through the sand, almost falling over when he stepped into a ditch. Kratos, chucking slightly, headed off into the deep forest, navigating his way back into the forest. He found his way back to the campsite, after spending awhile looking for some animals around the island, and snagged a few more fish from the flowing river.

Quickly preparing the fish for cooking, he wrapped them all in cloth and set them aside until Lloyd returned. Hopefully this would be the last time they would have to dine on the aquatic creatures for awhile, otherwise Kratos was going to start eating grass.

How long had it been since he had left the beach? A half-hour? Surely Lloyd, in his state, couldn’t really wash off that quickly… did he have time? Well, it didn’t really matter… he hadn’t relieved himself in so long that he was going to absolutely burst if he didn’t do it tonight.

Glancing in each direction anxiously, Kratos took a small five-minute stroll out of the site and stopped in a secluded, dense part of the forest. He collapsed on a crowd of tree stumps and closed his eyes, relaxing once more. He reached down and undid his belt, sliding it out and setting it down. He undid the buttons on his pants and tore them off, folding them up neatly. He sat there in his boxers, so relieved that he finally had a chance to do this.

Sighing in satisfaction, Kratos, leaving his top half-clothed, slid off his trousers and exposed his hard, stiff member. The warrior, smiling, wrapped his hand around the shaft and, slowly massaging his balls with his other hand, began to slowly slide his hand up and down, almost shaking in pure enjoyment.

Slowly and steadily, enjoying the activity more than usual, continued, his thoughts drifting towards a certain person… Damn, why did he have to resemble her so much? It was just wrong… that boy, stirring up so many fond memories and fueling so much of his thought?

Moaning slightly, Kratos began to tremble slightly as he grew neared. Suddenly, a voice called out to him from the dimming light, almost causing him to fall over. “Kratos, is that you?”

Kratos, almost furious that the boy had to interrupt him NOW, lashed his hand out towards his garments and hastily pulled them on. Just as he was pulling his boxers over his throbbing groin, Lloyd appeared in the crack between two trees, staring him down…