here a story I wrote
Angel Tears
My king.
My home.
My life.
All of it is gone.
I have nothing left.
Teal eyes blinked open slowly as the breaking light of day filled his senses. The dream had returned again. The dream of such desperate, helpless sorrow. He was sad, he was always sad when faced with that dream, but this was different. This time, it had been real.
Hauling himself out of bed, he glanced lovingly at his sleeping lover. Flowright Kurogane was softly snoring, oblivious to the adoration in his partner’s teal eyes.
“Soon, this will have to end soon. The dreams are more insistent. My fears are becoming realized,” the soothing, pure voice of Fai D. Flowright spoke. “And I’d really hate to leave you, it was hell finding you.”
Tears danced behind the ocean eyes. ‘Don’t let me leave you,’ he pleaded silently. ‘Don’t let me walk out on you.’
The black-haired man stirred and blinked his brown eyes open slowly. “Fai?” he asked softly. He was confused by the man standing above him instead of lying beside him.
“Kuro-chan,” Fai whimpered, his face an unreadable mask. He glided into the warm confines of the blankets, letting Kurogane’s arms encircle his lithe form.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m frightened, Kuro-chan. I’m frightened of myself, of what I can do,” Fai explained vaguely, cuddling against Kurogane’s bare chest.
“Fai, what are you talking about? Does this have to do with why you came to this world?”
Fai nodded mutely.
“Tell me. What happened to you?” Kurogane demanded, his arms tightening protectively around Fai’s smaller body.
“Onegai, don’t make me. Not yet. Maybe one day I will, but I can’t. Not right now,” Fai whispered, huddling against his lover.
“You will tell me. You won’t just leave me, will you?” Kurogane asked softly, a hint of timidity coloring his words.
“Iie. Never Kuro-chan. I promise,” Fai whispered. In his heart though, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep that promise.
88
“Kuro-chan, since the moment I cam to this world, I sought you out. When I found you, I was excited. I was relieved to find you. To find you single, waiting for me,” Fai murmured, his hand gently caressing the strong, bare chest of his lover.
“Why did you come for me?” Kurogane asked.
“I’m a wicked man, Kuro-chan, but I still need to be loved. Do you hate me for it?”
“Iie. I couldn’t hate you,” Kurogane admitted slowly, his head lulling forwards as he pulled the wispy blonde tightly against him.
“I’m glad. I never want you to hate me.”
“Tell me why you’re leaving. Tell me why I can’t have you here,” Kurogane demanded softly.
“Because I am a man of destiny. And destiny has a way of finding the wicked, no matter how far we try to run,” Fai answered nonchalantly.
“I’ll help you stave off the destiny. If you would just tell me, I’d help you. I’ll protect you here. Wicked men need love, ne? I’ll be a wicked man’s lover. I don’t want to be alone again!”
“Kuro-chan, Kuro-chan, Kuro-chan,” Fai chanted softly, straddling the darker man. “You won’t be alone. There’s a hime who needs you. A hime who will call you to fight. Only than do I want you to fight. Don’t worry koibito; I’ll never leave you alone again.”
Fai smiled a large sappy smile before claiming the lips of his lover. With delicate, fluid movements, he claimed his lover’s body again, for the last time.
88
Fai opened his teal eyes when he felt his feet touch the ground. He blinked disbelievingly and looked around, irritated suddenly.
Gasping, he fell painfully to his knees, allowing the gravity to reassert itself. He panted, hating the oppressive air that stifled him.
“Okaeri-nasai,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. “Ashura-san! I hope you’re still sleeping.”
He rose slowly, his eyes watering as all the memories he couldn’t escape came rushing back at him. Walking with slow, deliberate steps, Fai moved into the large courtyard surrounding the palace that was once his home.
The large, gothic palace floated magically above an azure sea of pristine quiet. Seated atop the highest towers, twin wings of pearly white waved gently in the non-existent wind.
Locked within the towers of that palace, a dreaded creature of unspeakable black magic slept. And waited for his own return.
“Otouto, I’ve returned,” Fai whispered to the large doors that awaited his magical touch to open.
Sighing heavily, Fai touched his hand to the door, and breathed deeply, allowing his magic to flow forward and reach the door. Creaking from misuse, the doors opened slowly and allowed Fai entrance to the home of his childhood nightmares.
Sauntering through the halls as if he had always done it, Fai walked comfortably, though he was incredibly uncomfortable. He moved through the dusty halls, too preoccupied to notice the opulent decorations that still remained all over the palace. The vaulted ceilings arched into inky darkness high above him, colored glass twinkled in the sun that still shone in through the western windows. The halls were covered with the elaborate carving of artisans long dead, their craft a testament to their lives.
Fai nearly stopped in his journey to Ashura-san’s sleeping form, his heart crying out for the strength that Kurogane had given him. But he could not go back now. He could not return to the man who held his heart. He could not ask him to divide his loyalty between the beautiful Tomoyo-hime and himself. Especially since it had been his own foolish idea to allow Kurogane to go to the hime, instead of with him.
Continuing forward, Fai stopped before the large doors of Ashura-san’s bedchambers. The elaborate etching of a phoenix was carved into the wood, roughly hewn in haste and covered in magic. Stepping to it, Fai placed his hands upon the carving and closed his eyes, willing the magic to return to him, willing the door to open to his gaze.
The door slide open and revealed the large, crystallized resting place of the raven-headed Ashura-san. The man looked regal, his hair framing his beautiful face in dark waves of silk. Fai closed his eyes again and willed the magic to return from the spell covering Ashura-san. He felt the power return and felt the tremor of fear flood his body as Ashura-san roused from his sleep.
Black eyes blinked open slowly, looking around the sparse room suspiciously.
“Aniki,” Ashura-san murmured.
“Otouto,” Fai smiled, inclining his head.
“What happened to me? What happened to us?” Ashura asked softly, his voice dry and raspy from lack of use.
“I put you to sleep,” Fai responded with a sappy grin plastered on his face, covering the pain that filled his heart. “After the kingdom came crashing down, I put the survivors and you to sleep, and I went away. But, now I’m back for my kingdom and I’ve come to claim the throne. Unless you can stop me?” Fai asked softly.
“I am your younger brother by naught but seconds. You have no right to play with the kingdom is such a manner. You have no right to do that to us. As the eldest, you should have stayed and tried to rebuild. Try to get Seresu back to its once beautiful state. What does it look like now, Fai?”
“Ashura, this is not the time for talk. You’re staff is over there, behind the casket you were entombed in,” Fai motioned behind the newly awakened prince. “Pick it up and defend yourself.”
Ashura moved quickly, sliding to the fallen, black staff and lifting it familiarly in his hands. “What happened aniki?” Ashura demanded, standing ready opposite his brother. “What did you allow to happen in your absence?”
“Otouto, now is not the time to talk. Now is the time to fight with me. Remember the past, the fights we had, this will be nothing like that,” Fai warned.
“Aniki, we must fight?”
“Hai. We must fight.”
Fai rushed forward and raised his staff over his head, ready to eliminate the prince. He swung the staff down only to have it blocked by the black staff raised over the prince’s head. Ashura pulled the staff under the Fai’s staff and swung it at Fai who missed blocking it. It struck him firmly in the gut, knocking the blonde magician to the ground.
“Aniki!” Ashura cried unhappily. “Why are you doing this?”
“Fight me!” Fai cried angrily, thrusting his staff at Ashura’s gut.
“Stop it!” the prince cried, swinging his black staff downward, striking Fai’s temple.
Darkness blossomed behind his teal eyes, blood dribbled from his temple, leaking from the wounds that had been gifted by the darker prince.
“Aniki…” Ashura whimpered softly, tears dancing in his eyes.
“Again!” Fai ordered, swinging the white staff at his twin brother.
Ashura dodged out of the way, pulling his black staff up and thrusting it downward, the sharp tip forcing its way through Fai’s small stomach and stopping when it hit the tiled floor beneath the pair.
“Aniki!” Ashura cried pulling the staff out of his stomach before falling to his knees beside his bleeding brother. “Aniki?”
“A… Ashura,” Fai stuttered, raising his hand slowly. Ashura leaned down and grabbed Fai’s hand, listening intently. “Y-you are the king. Y-you will fix the ki-kingdom. S-seresu is f… for you. Y-you m…must fix it.”
“Aniki, why?” Ashura cried, tears sliding down his smooth face as he held the hand of his aniki, the hand that was growing colder and colder. “Why?”
88
Flowright Ashura, king of Seresu, sauntered the halls of the gothic castle that he had inherited from his aniki. Stopping at the last hall, he could see the flourishing kingdom above the azure sea of blue. “Aniki, I wish that you could see this. Seresu is as beautiful as ever, and it’s your fault. It’s your fault.
Before the window, a book rested unopened upon a small table. He hefted the book and opened it to the last page, the page of the prophecy, the page of the decree.
If ever there are two, one must forfeit himself and his magics to further the good of the kingdom. The stronger will be the king. His magics will be balanced between light and dark. The stronger shall stand as a testament of unfailing loyalty to the gods and the people shall love him for his balance.
Fai had sacrificed himself for the kingdom. Fai had given up his light magic to balance out the dark magic that had blossomed in Ashura’s heart. Fai had given himself for the kingdom.
A tear ran down his tanned cheek, dripping off of his chin and falling onto the page of the book. He could remember when Fai had given up his power. He had pulled Ashura down into a kiss; a tender, chaste kiss that had warmed his body and soul. The flare of aura’s around them, the rush of power through Ashura’s body, the sudden chill of Fai’s small body.
When it had all stopped, Fai had murmured two sentences to him. “I-I love you, Ashura… for always. Th-this isn’t your f-fault.”
sometimes, fate wants us to be more than we want to be... and then we must be a hero
My king.
My home.
My life.
All of it is gone.
I have nothing left.
Teal eyes blinked open slowly as the breaking light of day filled his senses. The dream had returned again. The dream of such desperate, helpless sorrow. He was sad, he was always sad when faced with that dream, but this was different. This time, it had been real.
Hauling himself out of bed, he glanced lovingly at his sleeping lover. Flowright Kurogane was softly snoring, oblivious to the adoration in his partner’s teal eyes.
“Soon, this will have to end soon. The dreams are more insistent. My fears are becoming realized,” the soothing, pure voice of Fai D. Flowright spoke. “And I’d really hate to leave you, it was hell finding you.”
Tears danced behind the ocean eyes. ‘Don’t let me leave you,’ he pleaded silently. ‘Don’t let me walk out on you.’
The black-haired man stirred and blinked his brown eyes open slowly. “Fai?” he asked softly. He was confused by the man standing above him instead of lying beside him.
“Kuro-chan,” Fai whimpered, his face an unreadable mask. He glided into the warm confines of the blankets, letting Kurogane’s arms encircle his lithe form.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’m frightened, Kuro-chan. I’m frightened of myself, of what I can do,” Fai explained vaguely, cuddling against Kurogane’s bare chest.
“Fai, what are you talking about? Does this have to do with why you came to this world?”
Fai nodded mutely.
“Tell me. What happened to you?” Kurogane demanded, his arms tightening protectively around Fai’s smaller body.
“Onegai, don’t make me. Not yet. Maybe one day I will, but I can’t. Not right now,” Fai whispered, huddling against his lover.
“You will tell me. You won’t just leave me, will you?” Kurogane asked softly, a hint of timidity coloring his words.
“Iie. Never Kuro-chan. I promise,” Fai whispered. In his heart though, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep that promise.
88
“Kuro-chan, since the moment I cam to this world, I sought you out. When I found you, I was excited. I was relieved to find you. To find you single, waiting for me,” Fai murmured, his hand gently caressing the strong, bare chest of his lover.
“Why did you come for me?” Kurogane asked.
“I’m a wicked man, Kuro-chan, but I still need to be loved. Do you hate me for it?”
“Iie. I couldn’t hate you,” Kurogane admitted slowly, his head lulling forwards as he pulled the wispy blonde tightly against him.
“I’m glad. I never want you to hate me.”
“Tell me why you’re leaving. Tell me why I can’t have you here,” Kurogane demanded softly.
“Because I am a man of destiny. And destiny has a way of finding the wicked, no matter how far we try to run,” Fai answered nonchalantly.
“I’ll help you stave off the destiny. If you would just tell me, I’d help you. I’ll protect you here. Wicked men need love, ne? I’ll be a wicked man’s lover. I don’t want to be alone again!”
“Kuro-chan, Kuro-chan, Kuro-chan,” Fai chanted softly, straddling the darker man. “You won’t be alone. There’s a hime who needs you. A hime who will call you to fight. Only than do I want you to fight. Don’t worry koibito; I’ll never leave you alone again.”
Fai smiled a large sappy smile before claiming the lips of his lover. With delicate, fluid movements, he claimed his lover’s body again, for the last time.
88
Fai opened his teal eyes when he felt his feet touch the ground. He blinked disbelievingly and looked around, irritated suddenly.
Gasping, he fell painfully to his knees, allowing the gravity to reassert itself. He panted, hating the oppressive air that stifled him.
“Okaeri-nasai,” he mumbled through gritted teeth. “Ashura-san! I hope you’re still sleeping.”
He rose slowly, his eyes watering as all the memories he couldn’t escape came rushing back at him. Walking with slow, deliberate steps, Fai moved into the large courtyard surrounding the palace that was once his home.
The large, gothic palace floated magically above an azure sea of pristine quiet. Seated atop the highest towers, twin wings of pearly white waved gently in the non-existent wind.
Locked within the towers of that palace, a dreaded creature of unspeakable black magic slept. And waited for his own return.
“Otouto, I’ve returned,” Fai whispered to the large doors that awaited his magical touch to open.
Sighing heavily, Fai touched his hand to the door, and breathed deeply, allowing his magic to flow forward and reach the door. Creaking from misuse, the doors opened slowly and allowed Fai entrance to the home of his childhood nightmares.
Sauntering through the halls as if he had always done it, Fai walked comfortably, though he was incredibly uncomfortable. He moved through the dusty halls, too preoccupied to notice the opulent decorations that still remained all over the palace. The vaulted ceilings arched into inky darkness high above him, colored glass twinkled in the sun that still shone in through the western windows. The halls were covered with the elaborate carving of artisans long dead, their craft a testament to their lives.
Fai nearly stopped in his journey to Ashura-san’s sleeping form, his heart crying out for the strength that Kurogane had given him. But he could not go back now. He could not return to the man who held his heart. He could not ask him to divide his loyalty between the beautiful Tomoyo-hime and himself. Especially since it had been his own foolish idea to allow Kurogane to go to the hime, instead of with him.
Continuing forward, Fai stopped before the large doors of Ashura-san’s bedchambers. The elaborate etching of a phoenix was carved into the wood, roughly hewn in haste and covered in magic. Stepping to it, Fai placed his hands upon the carving and closed his eyes, willing the magic to return to him, willing the door to open to his gaze.
The door slide open and revealed the large, crystallized resting place of the raven-headed Ashura-san. The man looked regal, his hair framing his beautiful face in dark waves of silk. Fai closed his eyes again and willed the magic to return from the spell covering Ashura-san. He felt the power return and felt the tremor of fear flood his body as Ashura-san roused from his sleep.
Black eyes blinked open slowly, looking around the sparse room suspiciously.
“Aniki,” Ashura-san murmured.
“Otouto,” Fai smiled, inclining his head.
“What happened to me? What happened to us?” Ashura asked softly, his voice dry and raspy from lack of use.
“I put you to sleep,” Fai responded with a sappy grin plastered on his face, covering the pain that filled his heart. “After the kingdom came crashing down, I put the survivors and you to sleep, and I went away. But, now I’m back for my kingdom and I’ve come to claim the throne. Unless you can stop me?” Fai asked softly.
“I am your younger brother by naught but seconds. You have no right to play with the kingdom is such a manner. You have no right to do that to us. As the eldest, you should have stayed and tried to rebuild. Try to get Seresu back to its once beautiful state. What does it look like now, Fai?”
“Ashura, this is not the time for talk. You’re staff is over there, behind the casket you were entombed in,” Fai motioned behind the newly awakened prince. “Pick it up and defend yourself.”
Ashura moved quickly, sliding to the fallen, black staff and lifting it familiarly in his hands. “What happened aniki?” Ashura demanded, standing ready opposite his brother. “What did you allow to happen in your absence?”
“Otouto, now is not the time to talk. Now is the time to fight with me. Remember the past, the fights we had, this will be nothing like that,” Fai warned.
“Aniki, we must fight?”
“Hai. We must fight.”
Fai rushed forward and raised his staff over his head, ready to eliminate the prince. He swung the staff down only to have it blocked by the black staff raised over the prince’s head. Ashura pulled the staff under the Fai’s staff and swung it at Fai who missed blocking it. It struck him firmly in the gut, knocking the blonde magician to the ground.
“Aniki!” Ashura cried unhappily. “Why are you doing this?”
“Fight me!” Fai cried angrily, thrusting his staff at Ashura’s gut.
“Stop it!” the prince cried, swinging his black staff downward, striking Fai’s temple.
Darkness blossomed behind his teal eyes, blood dribbled from his temple, leaking from the wounds that had been gifted by the darker prince.
“Aniki…” Ashura whimpered softly, tears dancing in his eyes.
“Again!” Fai ordered, swinging the white staff at his twin brother.
Ashura dodged out of the way, pulling his black staff up and thrusting it downward, the sharp tip forcing its way through Fai’s small stomach and stopping when it hit the tiled floor beneath the pair.
“Aniki!” Ashura cried pulling the staff out of his stomach before falling to his knees beside his bleeding brother. “Aniki?”
“A… Ashura,” Fai stuttered, raising his hand slowly. Ashura leaned down and grabbed Fai’s hand, listening intently. “Y-you are the king. Y-you will fix the ki-kingdom. S-seresu is f… for you. Y-you m…must fix it.”
“Aniki, why?” Ashura cried, tears sliding down his smooth face as he held the hand of his aniki, the hand that was growing colder and colder. “Why?”
88
Flowright Ashura, king of Seresu, sauntered the halls of the gothic castle that he had inherited from his aniki. Stopping at the last hall, he could see the flourishing kingdom above the azure sea of blue. “Aniki, I wish that you could see this. Seresu is as beautiful as ever, and it’s your fault. It’s your fault.
Before the window, a book rested unopened upon a small table. He hefted the book and opened it to the last page, the page of the prophecy, the page of the decree.
If ever there are two, one must forfeit himself and his magics to further the good of the kingdom. The stronger will be the king. His magics will be balanced between light and dark. The stronger shall stand as a testament of unfailing loyalty to the gods and the people shall love him for his balance.
Fai had sacrificed himself for the kingdom. Fai had given up his light magic to balance out the dark magic that had blossomed in Ashura’s heart. Fai had given himself for the kingdom.
A tear ran down his tanned cheek, dripping off of his chin and falling onto the page of the book. He could remember when Fai had given up his power. He had pulled Ashura down into a kiss; a tender, chaste kiss that had warmed his body and soul. The flare of aura’s around them, the rush of power through Ashura’s body, the sudden chill of Fai’s small body.
When it had all stopped, Fai had murmured two sentences to him. “I-I love you, Ashura… for always. Th-this isn’t your f-fault.”
sometimes, fate wants us to be more than we want to be... and then we must be a hero