Unused bits from Inexorable Flow
Inexorable Flow is finished. As usual, after writing a fic, I have bits and pieces left which were unused in the story. It was because by the time I got to the intended part, I would find no place where I could use them, or simply because they were too silly and I didn't want to include them. I deleted the ones which were left from the first and second fics long ago, but now I thought i can just post these silly bits for the hell of it. Maybe you'd enjoy them:
This was a scene in the morning with Wolfram, Yuuri and Lakarde staying on Earth while Wolfram tried to work out the issue between his son and Yuuri. This was what I had intended to write but in the end I decided it was a too sudden jump and changed it into something much more moderate:
Yuuri shook his head. “I was thinking we could go out for the evening. Just to sit at some café, to idletalk, have a glass of wine. Or ice-cream,” he added at the sight of Lakarde entering the kitchen. He gave the youngster a grin. “Morning.”
Lakarde blushed furiously. “Morning,” he mumbled.
Confused, Yuuri watched the boy’s back as he went past him and clumsily picked one of the washed mugs from the shelf, nearly dropping it in the process. He sat down next to Wolfram and poured himself some tea.
Yuuri turned back to the stove to turn the pancake over. Lakarde glanced at the dark-haired man’s back. The dream flickered through his mind again and he felt his blush returning. Confused and embarrassed, Lakarde frowned at his mug. He did know that dreams were rarely - near to never - reasonable, but he having a dream about himself and Yuuri… That was just… Actually he did not remember much, just warmth and humidity and a lot of naked flesh. And…then…
Lakarde stirred his tea in a few jerky motions. He did not even like the same sex! Actually he was not even sure whether he liked the opposite sex either. He was interested in neither. Was his mind trying to have fun at his expense?
Irritated, Lakarde sipped his tea.
“Shit!”
Wolfram and Yuuri looked at Lakarde who was pressing his hand to his burned mouth. Yuuri walked to the sink to fill a glass of cold water.
“Here,” he held it out.
“Thanks,” Lakarde muttered, nursing his lip.
Yuuri grew confused again as Lakarde gave him a look that was nearly hostile. But the boy’s cheeks were growing red again. He wondered about the occurrence. He saw Wolfram give his son a sidelong look.
This is when Amae returned and lived in Blood Pledge Castle. I simply found this too silly to include:
There was something weird about Amae and his cat. Normally, Amae was always aloof and liked his personal space. The cat was exactly the same. In addition, the cat loved meat. Amae loved it too - except that it had to be fried, boiled or stewed. Then there were periods when Amae had an urge to fuck with every man around. The same was with the cat. But he fucked females. If the cat was walking around discontent, ready to scratch anyone or shit in someone’s shoes just for the hell of it then it also meant that Amae’s was not the best mood either and, even if he wasn’t going to shit in anyone’s shoes, someone was going to get it anyway. If Amae was grinning like an idiot then it also meant that the cat was mooching about ready to fawn and purr. Besides, Amae was loud - it always seemed that there were at least three people arguing against one. The cat was also overly noisy. Yuuri knew that on Earth people said that the owner and his pet were always similar to each other but this was ridiculous. It was hard to tell whether the cat was similar to Amae or it was Amae who was similar to the cat. Once Amae had mentioned that had he known that that small fluffy kitten would grow up into this huge ferocious thing with such an atrocious baaing voice, he would have never taken it. Amae didn’t baa. Despite this, and not once, Yuuri also thought that had he known what acid tongue and volatile nature Amae had, he would have never taken Amae under his roof. Not that Wolfram would have ever asked him.
Amae’s quick changes in mood, his aloof nature, weird depressions, not too mention and passiveness during rain then or sudden heightened sexual urges during summer were quite disturbing. He could spend the entire day calmly sitting on a bench in the garden and not to move a muscle. The next day he could be seen tearing around the castle like mad in search of some potion or book, even though he did not even need it. When Yuuri asked Wolfram about it, to Yuuri’s surprise, Wolfram started speculating that it might be so that the former concubine was also able to contract fire element. The two of them wondered whether Amae needed to be told that. But it all was solved when once Amae came up to Wolfram and asked if a simple man could control two elements. After getting a positive answer, he seemed to be relieved and then offered to buy a new armchair instead of the one that he had accidentally set on fire. Wolfram let it slip, even though, everybody had known that Amae had hated that armchair.
This is after Kyota and Amae marry and are invited to a party:
The first thing that Wolfram noticed was that Amae’s face was beaming. The former concubine seemed relaxed and content with life. There was not a trace of depression on his face.
Kyota and Amae seemed to get along just fine. With years, Kyota must have become wiser (not to mention that he seemed to have been thinking about Amae quite a lot after that had escaped with Faraya) and treasured Amae much more as he was, instead of trying to affect Amae’s behavior and thinking. Amae, on the other hand, had always liked a feeling of belonging to someone and had a streak of masochist in him. Not to the extent where he had to sit locked up and be belted every day but just the right amount of it. And Kyota was just a perfect man for that because he was quite possessive, impulsive and had a few very serious features of a sadist.
Wolfram found himself intrigued when Kyota’s eyes, after him suddenly realizing that he had been talking with Leahir for quite long, quickly found Amae who looked back at him with a soft smile in his lips. There must have been something in that smile because, a second later, Kyota was hurrying to the table to grab two glasses of wine, and then instantly appeared at Amae’s side. The wine was offered, and a hand snuck out around Amae’s waist to settle on the hip on the other side to assure Amae that there had been no ill thoughts or intentions. Amae didn’t say a word but from his posture it was clear that Kyota had just managed to avoid a tsunami. Wolfram had never thought it was possible, but it seemed that Kyota had finally gotten his leash. And it did not reach that far.
The funniest thing was that it went the opposite way. If being farther, Kyota’s eyes followed the tall Amae’s figure around the hall and as soon as Kyota saw someone approaching Amae or talking to him more than a few minutes, Kyota felt the need to mark his territory and would hurry over to Amae.
This one was just for the hell of it. I think me and my friend were just talking about M-preg or something:
“What’s wrong?”
Kyota dropped into the chair adjacent to Wolfram’s. “Amae… Oh gods,” he closed his face with his palms. He then raised his head again. “In short, Amae is pregnant.”
Wolfram stared at him. “Huh?”
“Well, it appears that on Ekara male physiology is different than ours and…” Kyota threw his hands in defeat. “Well, we fucked, and now he is pregnant.”
Wolfram blinked. He seemed to come out of the stupor. “Did he tell you this before or after you had a row?” he asked then.
Kyota snorted. “Who the fuck cares? The idiot got himself pregnant.”
Wolfram’s eyebrows rose. “Kyota,” he gave the older man a disbelieving look, “this is Amae we are talking about. If he says that he can shit flowers, will you believe him, too?”
Kyota stared at him for a few seconds. He stood up then. “I’m gonna kill the bastard,” he threw over his shoulder already walking to the door.
“Make sure you know why he was angry with you,” Wolfram said. “He’s like a damn woman, beating around the bush and playing these kinds of games instead of saying directly.”
“Tell me about it,” Kyota snorted.
Ah, and this one is a bit different from how I ended the epilogue. In this version, Lakarde and Dimera were left in the room alone while their fathers took a walk in the Academy:
The sight that greeted them after returning into the room made Wolfram slow down. Dimera had Lakarde pressed to the end of the couch. They had broken up from what seemed had been a passionate kiss and now were looking at them. Lakarde was blushing fiercely, his lips glistening and swollen from the kissing. Not managing to look at him, the boy turned away. Dimera though, was staring right at him, his possessive hand resting on Lakarde’s stomach underneath the shirt. The claim was clear.
Good.
He had never thought that Lakarde would find someone so fast. Less he had believed that it would be someone he would approve. Dimera seemed to be a good choice for someone like Lakarde - the von Rikota boy was stubborn and knew what he wanted - a good counterbalance for Lakarde, whose character was not that easy to handle.
“Well, it seems everything’s been solved,” Takaya said, grinning contently.
“Yes, this calls for another glass of wine,” Wolfram agreed.
And that's it. Well, I hope that this was at least a bit entertaining. Maybe you will see a new side of the characters :D
This was a scene in the morning with Wolfram, Yuuri and Lakarde staying on Earth while Wolfram tried to work out the issue between his son and Yuuri. This was what I had intended to write but in the end I decided it was a too sudden jump and changed it into something much more moderate:
Yuuri shook his head. “I was thinking we could go out for the evening. Just to sit at some café, to idletalk, have a glass of wine. Or ice-cream,” he added at the sight of Lakarde entering the kitchen. He gave the youngster a grin. “Morning.”
Lakarde blushed furiously. “Morning,” he mumbled.
Confused, Yuuri watched the boy’s back as he went past him and clumsily picked one of the washed mugs from the shelf, nearly dropping it in the process. He sat down next to Wolfram and poured himself some tea.
Yuuri turned back to the stove to turn the pancake over. Lakarde glanced at the dark-haired man’s back. The dream flickered through his mind again and he felt his blush returning. Confused and embarrassed, Lakarde frowned at his mug. He did know that dreams were rarely - near to never - reasonable, but he having a dream about himself and Yuuri… That was just… Actually he did not remember much, just warmth and humidity and a lot of naked flesh. And…then…
Lakarde stirred his tea in a few jerky motions. He did not even like the same sex! Actually he was not even sure whether he liked the opposite sex either. He was interested in neither. Was his mind trying to have fun at his expense?
Irritated, Lakarde sipped his tea.
“Shit!”
Wolfram and Yuuri looked at Lakarde who was pressing his hand to his burned mouth. Yuuri walked to the sink to fill a glass of cold water.
“Here,” he held it out.
“Thanks,” Lakarde muttered, nursing his lip.
Yuuri grew confused again as Lakarde gave him a look that was nearly hostile. But the boy’s cheeks were growing red again. He wondered about the occurrence. He saw Wolfram give his son a sidelong look.
This is when Amae returned and lived in Blood Pledge Castle. I simply found this too silly to include:
There was something weird about Amae and his cat. Normally, Amae was always aloof and liked his personal space. The cat was exactly the same. In addition, the cat loved meat. Amae loved it too - except that it had to be fried, boiled or stewed. Then there were periods when Amae had an urge to fuck with every man around. The same was with the cat. But he fucked females. If the cat was walking around discontent, ready to scratch anyone or shit in someone’s shoes just for the hell of it then it also meant that Amae’s was not the best mood either and, even if he wasn’t going to shit in anyone’s shoes, someone was going to get it anyway. If Amae was grinning like an idiot then it also meant that the cat was mooching about ready to fawn and purr. Besides, Amae was loud - it always seemed that there were at least three people arguing against one. The cat was also overly noisy. Yuuri knew that on Earth people said that the owner and his pet were always similar to each other but this was ridiculous. It was hard to tell whether the cat was similar to Amae or it was Amae who was similar to the cat. Once Amae had mentioned that had he known that that small fluffy kitten would grow up into this huge ferocious thing with such an atrocious baaing voice, he would have never taken it. Amae didn’t baa. Despite this, and not once, Yuuri also thought that had he known what acid tongue and volatile nature Amae had, he would have never taken Amae under his roof. Not that Wolfram would have ever asked him.
Amae’s quick changes in mood, his aloof nature, weird depressions, not too mention and passiveness during rain then or sudden heightened sexual urges during summer were quite disturbing. He could spend the entire day calmly sitting on a bench in the garden and not to move a muscle. The next day he could be seen tearing around the castle like mad in search of some potion or book, even though he did not even need it. When Yuuri asked Wolfram about it, to Yuuri’s surprise, Wolfram started speculating that it might be so that the former concubine was also able to contract fire element. The two of them wondered whether Amae needed to be told that. But it all was solved when once Amae came up to Wolfram and asked if a simple man could control two elements. After getting a positive answer, he seemed to be relieved and then offered to buy a new armchair instead of the one that he had accidentally set on fire. Wolfram let it slip, even though, everybody had known that Amae had hated that armchair.
This is after Kyota and Amae marry and are invited to a party:
The first thing that Wolfram noticed was that Amae’s face was beaming. The former concubine seemed relaxed and content with life. There was not a trace of depression on his face.
Kyota and Amae seemed to get along just fine. With years, Kyota must have become wiser (not to mention that he seemed to have been thinking about Amae quite a lot after that had escaped with Faraya) and treasured Amae much more as he was, instead of trying to affect Amae’s behavior and thinking. Amae, on the other hand, had always liked a feeling of belonging to someone and had a streak of masochist in him. Not to the extent where he had to sit locked up and be belted every day but just the right amount of it. And Kyota was just a perfect man for that because he was quite possessive, impulsive and had a few very serious features of a sadist.
Wolfram found himself intrigued when Kyota’s eyes, after him suddenly realizing that he had been talking with Leahir for quite long, quickly found Amae who looked back at him with a soft smile in his lips. There must have been something in that smile because, a second later, Kyota was hurrying to the table to grab two glasses of wine, and then instantly appeared at Amae’s side. The wine was offered, and a hand snuck out around Amae’s waist to settle on the hip on the other side to assure Amae that there had been no ill thoughts or intentions. Amae didn’t say a word but from his posture it was clear that Kyota had just managed to avoid a tsunami. Wolfram had never thought it was possible, but it seemed that Kyota had finally gotten his leash. And it did not reach that far.
The funniest thing was that it went the opposite way. If being farther, Kyota’s eyes followed the tall Amae’s figure around the hall and as soon as Kyota saw someone approaching Amae or talking to him more than a few minutes, Kyota felt the need to mark his territory and would hurry over to Amae.
This one was just for the hell of it. I think me and my friend were just talking about M-preg or something:
“What’s wrong?”
Kyota dropped into the chair adjacent to Wolfram’s. “Amae… Oh gods,” he closed his face with his palms. He then raised his head again. “In short, Amae is pregnant.”
Wolfram stared at him. “Huh?”
“Well, it appears that on Ekara male physiology is different than ours and…” Kyota threw his hands in defeat. “Well, we fucked, and now he is pregnant.”
Wolfram blinked. He seemed to come out of the stupor. “Did he tell you this before or after you had a row?” he asked then.
Kyota snorted. “Who the fuck cares? The idiot got himself pregnant.”
Wolfram’s eyebrows rose. “Kyota,” he gave the older man a disbelieving look, “this is Amae we are talking about. If he says that he can shit flowers, will you believe him, too?”
Kyota stared at him for a few seconds. He stood up then. “I’m gonna kill the bastard,” he threw over his shoulder already walking to the door.
“Make sure you know why he was angry with you,” Wolfram said. “He’s like a damn woman, beating around the bush and playing these kinds of games instead of saying directly.”
“Tell me about it,” Kyota snorted.
Ah, and this one is a bit different from how I ended the epilogue. In this version, Lakarde and Dimera were left in the room alone while their fathers took a walk in the Academy:
The sight that greeted them after returning into the room made Wolfram slow down. Dimera had Lakarde pressed to the end of the couch. They had broken up from what seemed had been a passionate kiss and now were looking at them. Lakarde was blushing fiercely, his lips glistening and swollen from the kissing. Not managing to look at him, the boy turned away. Dimera though, was staring right at him, his possessive hand resting on Lakarde’s stomach underneath the shirt. The claim was clear.
Good.
He had never thought that Lakarde would find someone so fast. Less he had believed that it would be someone he would approve. Dimera seemed to be a good choice for someone like Lakarde - the von Rikota boy was stubborn and knew what he wanted - a good counterbalance for Lakarde, whose character was not that easy to handle.
“Well, it seems everything’s been solved,” Takaya said, grinning contently.
“Yes, this calls for another glass of wine,” Wolfram agreed.
And that's it. Well, I hope that this was at least a bit entertaining. Maybe you will see a new side of the characters :D