EPTby:Shiina Mafuyu
Disclaimer: Fanfictions are Fictional
A response to this http://www.teamliquid.net/forum/viewmessage.php?topic_id=313004
The restless night began in the Team Liquid house when Demuslim came over to have practice games with Ret. A game of TvZ between these to is nothing less than an art itself. The passion put into the game were inhuman, as if the game had a life of its own. The units were as if they were a part of their perspective gamer's body itself. It was a wonderful sight to behold.
The game started out slow, but it wasn't completely devoid of action, both player poked at each other quite often almost as a lion would before slaying its prey. Soon enough Ret was at the door steps of Demuslim's third. Staring down the barrels of the siege tanks. Big and strong they were, a Terran's marine tank army, it was fearsome and dominating. But something like that cannot hold Ret back, Ret's hand quickened as his units surged foward. them armies clashed as their breathing quickened.
Sweat dripping off their foreheads as they wrestled with each other for control. Demuslim moved his hands quickly and proficiently to split his marines away from the banelings. Just as Ret has taught him before, Demuslim thinks about the time that Ret held his hand on the mouse as he walked through on the way to do a Marine split, his face reddened as his movement became slightly flustered. Ret seeing this opening had his banelings surge forward in the might of a tidal wave and cleared out Demuslim's forces as well as his third. Even wise Ret's hold tightening Demuslim held, unyieldingly he held his natural with all his might. But the pressure of Ret's play was immense. He was playing as if he was being pushed down by a monstrous beast.
Ret's attack soon came crashing down on Demuslim's iron defense with the might of a great Spear thrust. But Demuslim held, his iron wall was not to be broken. But soon after another attack came, and then another, Each attack came with increasing intensity. The breathing of the player intensified even more as they focused even harder.
Finally a great lance of Zerg unit come charging down. Demuslim, unable to hold this final wave, is pushed down by Ret's immense pressure. The zerg forces pierced through Demuslim's Iron Curtain of Tanks and Walls and Marines and surged forward like Hot burning Lava erupting from an ancient volcano, annihilating everything in their path.
Exhausted Demsulim falls back on to his chair with the gg, trying to catch his breath. and then he sees at the bottom of his screen
LiquidRet: well played
And so in the practice room sits DeMusliM, the British progamer sighed as he stared in to the defeat score screen.
"Why couldn't I win?" DeMusliM thought to himself. "Finally it was my chance to show Ret how good I am." He wanted to prove himself in front of Ret. He wanted Ret to praise him for doing well, but that's not what happened at all, he couldn't concentrate all because of that split second when Ret's face came in to his mind which led him to losing so badly, at this thought he clenched his fist tightly in frustration.
Then he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder.
"That was a good game"
DeMusliM turned around and there was Ret behind him.
"Sorry that you had to see me lose like that" DeMusliM said as he flushed red he looked down, Demuslim felt terrible, he wanted to show Ret what he could do. That he was someone who was worth mentoring, but instead he didn't show much at all. DeMusliM was utterly disappointed in himself, he thought of all the things he could've done to prevent the loss but what's done is done, the game was over, DeMusliM wanted to run away from his loss, run away to the ladder that he stood triumphant on top of, He wanted to play a game and show Ret that he is really worthy of being his apprentice. DeMusliM inched his mouse towards the Find Match button to continue his practice, but Ret put his hand on top of DeMusliM's mouse and stopped him.
the strange gesture of intimacy made DeMusliM's heart skip a beat, It wasn't anything unusual, but Ret's charisma is something that catches DeMusliM off guard every time.
"Not at all, you win some you lose some. Let's go over the game together." Ret said to him as he leaned forward towards the screen and clicked to view replay button.
His face is so close! DeMuslim thought to himself. For reasons that he didn't know, his heart also started beating faster. Even though Ret started to analyze the replay for him. DeMusliM's attention was fully occupied by other distractions.
Ret, whose face was just inches away from Demuslim's was fully focused on the game replay meanwhile, Demuslim was distracted just by how close Ret was to him at that moment he zoned out just about everything Ret was saying the only thing meaningful to him was seeing Ret's charismatic face analyzing the replay and his serious complexion filled with seriousness that exceed the normal emotions that were expressed by a teacher and a passionate kindness unable to found anywhere else in the world.
Ret's attention was fully focused on the replay, but Demuslim couldn't see anything but Ret. Minutes passed by or maybe hours, DeMusliM can't really tell, since the meaning of time itself was already lost.
"....and here you could have taken another expansion." Ret paused for a bit, and reached for a water bottle on the desk to quench his thirst.
DeMusliM watched as Ret downed the bottle in one go. He looked away and thought, That was an indirect kiss! Even though Ret didn't appear bothered by it, DeMusliM's temperature heated up as his thoughts ran wild and then suddenly he was interrupted.
"DeMusliM, are you paying attention?" Ret asked him,
DeMusliM was suddenly woken up from his slightly fantastic daydream. Only to find Ret's face right infront of him only inches away. Ret looked deeply into Demuslims eyes, only to see DeMuslim avert his eyes down with a reddened face.
"...yes.."DeMusliM answered in a low voice.
Ret continued to analyze the game, and DeMusliM looked at his face, how he wish he could play just like Ret, a fearless warrior in the face of Korean progamers. Ret was the star of hope for the foreign scene, DeMusliM thought back to the time when he and Ret first crossed blades in a tournament, that was just a bit too long ago to remember. Even though he was defeated convincingly and had almost lost faith in his abilities, it was then that Ret extended his hand to DeMuslim. "Come with me, let me show you, the path of which I walk." Ever since then DeMusliM has held deep admiration to Ret, but never had he had these awkward feelings. The feeling he had was just too mysterious to describe. It was also a feeling DeMusliM did not understand, and gave him confusion over the situation.
"...So in this case you would split you marines like this." Ret explained as he wrapped his hand around that of DeMusliM's on the mouse and slowly moved the mouse in the motion that one would do a marine split. The gentle movement of the mouse with Ret's hand over his, reminded DeMusliM it was not the first time that Ret has taught him like this, but the pure intamcy of Ret's advances made him feverish.
DeMuslIM was flushed red and kept his face down.
Ret looked at DeMuslim and realized that he was distracted, looking at him and have a almost drunken red tint to his face. "DeMusliM come on pay attention." Ret said as he moved his left arm around DeMusliM's shoulder to fixate Demuslim's attention on himself. But that touch of intimacy was already too much for DeMusliM who has been on the edge the entire time.
DeMusliM jerked back unable to take the heat anymore "It's ok isn't it? I'll just win the next game!"
The computer chair with Demuslim on it rolled away as he pushed himself away from Ret,
Ret paused as DeMuslim's computer chair stalled in to a halt.
And then there was silence, but just as fast as it was started, it was soon broken.
Ret walked towards him and pulled him up from chair turning DeMusliM and then holds him from behind.
"What are you doing?" DeMusliM flustered
"That made me a bit excited just now." Ret whispers into his ear.
"Hey ... stop..." DeMusliM said as he tried to wiggle his way out of Ret's grip but it was impossible. By now, DeMusliM was feeling quite feverish and Ret's strong hold on him just will not break. leaning in towards his prey, Ret blew gently into DeMusliM's ear, and in an instant DeMusliM's legs lost strength. DeMuslim soon finds himself collapsed on to the floor. Helpless in the face of the aggressive Zerg Progamer's advances, DeMusliM's futile resistance soon falters as he becomes overwhelmed by Ret's strength pinning him down to the floor.
Thus DeMusliM and Ret's fantastic and exciting night together began.
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