SternenFaenger [0/?]
Title: SternenFaenger
Chapter: Prologue; 0/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: KyuSaeng
Fandom: SS501
Genre: angst, romance, distopia
Summary: Kyujong had found him, raised him, teached him, cared for him, loves him; now he definitive won't let him go without a fight.
A/N: Something between Fantasy and Sci-fiction that escaped my crazy mind...hopefully ending with four chapters...
You should see it as a kind of gift that you are living, his grandmother had often told him in the past, when she had still been healthy; hadn't been vacant and lowbrow, bounded at some old sickbed in a dusty room, captured between cords and tubes; and had still been alive.
See it as a godsend gift, that you can see the beautiful sky and it's billions of stars with your own eyes, while the moon is shining down on you.
The young man let out a sign.
See it as a gift that you are able to breathe, able to feel , able to see the things happening around you.
Well, he never knew that she had been mentally ill.
These days there wasn't any sky, any moon to look at. There was nothing in this town, in this world he would like to see or he desired to feel.
Hell, he even hated the mephitic air he had to let into his lungs in order to survive.
Where had the soft grass between his fingers, that is still there in his dreams, went to? Did it just vanished? The clean air; the clear, starry sky; plainly stashed away?
The young man shoved off the big hood of his long cloak, which had been covering almost his entire face, with a sign, relieving bay-coloured locks beneath.
He looked up.
There wasn't any sky to watch, just grey clouds mixing in with a mist of dust and dirt.
Maybe he shouldn't have come up here again.
He was sitting on the highest building of the town, an old demolished masonry, a former office building of the rich and nobles, looming above the city.
But it was one of the few places he could feel at peace.
Letting his boot clad feet dangling over the edge of the roof he gazed down onto the streets.
He loved this place. Thought even being up this high he couldn't see the sky either, nor the end of the town, all vanishing into dust at the end of his vision, but he still liked it.
Up here he had the best overview of the happenings in the city, morphing the mass of people into a busy ant trail, running around in some senseless order.
If he hadn't been sitting up here a few years ago, maybe he hadn't found him.
"You shouldn't be here."
His lips shifted into a gentle smile as he slowly turned away from the dusted town, facing the other boy.
"You shouldn't either," he chuckled, eying the newly arrived male.
He was dressed in a wide brown coat with a big hood, just like himself. The goggles, which should be shielding his eyes form the howling wind with it's sand and dirt, were draped loosely around his neck. His long black hair was standing in sharp contrast against his pale skin, a few loose strands dancing lightly under the hood.
"You should be thankful to this place," he chuckled again as the other rolled his eyes. "I don't think you would be alive otherwise."
"Perhaps it would have been for the best," the raven haired muttered as he slowly wandered over to the edge, letting himself plop down next to the other.
"I don't think I belong in here, KyuJong."
"And I should have let you die?" Kyujong raised an eyebrow. "We all don't belong in here."
The raven haired lowered his head, slowly nodding.
"Silly, don't even think about it."
He slowly lifted his hand, gently framing the others face before softly tracing down the thin black tattoo crossing his eye. Most of the time it was covered securely behind his bangs and hood, holding unwanted looks at bay.
"I could have never let you lying down there and you know that."
The black haired looked down into the small alley good three-hundred metres beneath their feeds, boulder, dirt and dust covering the small path.
Letting out a sigh he slowly leaned into the touch before pulling away and resting his head on the brown haired's shoulder, closing his eyes.
"If you say so..."
They just stayed there. Kyujong's arm lightly dropped over the smaller males shoulders as they watched the clouds slowly turning dark.
"We probably should head back, it's getting late," KyuJong whispered after a while, slowly getting onto his feet as he reached out to help the smaller one up.
They dusted out their cloths and KyuJong secured the long blade, draped with a scarf around his hip, before they started heading down.
Climbing down the many stairs of the old building, carefully avoiding instable paths and visible cracks in the floor, they finally reached the ground again.
Back into the grey reality, away from their treasured place above the city.
The air was even more muggy down here, willing both boys to pull up their shrouds and ducking their heads deep down into their hoods before turning in one of the bigger streets, straight into the mass of people.
The air had been this bad since the city had totally collapsed.
The warming had willed the people to leave their own cities and countries, moving away from the coasts in fear of the raising water.
But the water never came; it suddenly went away.
And with it it's guardians, taking the clear sky they where bound to with them and leaving a dry desert with rising temperatures each following year behind.
Nobody really knew where the kind, sky loving folk vanished to. Only myths and stories where left of them, told around in the cities, till they died down.
A few told their living energy was drawn away just like the water.
Other say the nobles just keep them for themselves, trying to use them to restock their own water reservoirs.
But most of the people say they are all death, had betrayed the nature and human kind by killing themselves off, returning to the sky as the water was gone.
It was the easiest way to believe and to forget anyway.
But KyuJong knew better, squeezing the hand holding his lightly.
Slowly walking down the street he lead his companion through the crowd.
Most of them were normal humans and guardians of the earth. A few scattered healers and fire protectors along the way being almost curiosities.
But their folks where travelers by nature, never staying in on place for long, avoiding big crowds and mostly staying among their own kind.
Crossing a few stands selling rice and meat, they stopped for a short while to buy ingredients for dinner before tuning left into a small deserted alley.
Kyujong had lived in this small house in the alley his whole live, even staying there as his grandmother had died and his mother ran away, in search for a better live.
He never tried running away though, knowing from the travelers and books that the other cities where all the same as this. Overpopulated, dirty and cold-hearted.
But his mother went, and never came back.
He opened the small door leading into the tiny living quarters, harbouring a table and a few implements. Pots, water cans and dishes but nothing from value.
Packing the food into a small cupboard next to a few vegetables he bought earlier the day, he pondered if they should eat today or tomorrow, food was rare after all, before deciding to just ask.
"YoungSaeng?" He called out for his raven haired friend, who had vanished into the next room as soon as they had arrived.
Receiving no answer Kyujong closed the cupboard and strolled over into the near room.
YoungSaeng was leaning against the small window, cloak dumped over a chair standing in one corner, relieving a black shirt and shorts. He was staring outside as he softly hummed an ancient song KyoJong didn't understand.
It's about a star and the moon, YoungSaeng had told him once; and the deep friendship between these two.
In rough it was about how the moon had always been the strong one in the sky, watching over all the stars as they kept coming and going. But he had been lonely till one day a kind star came, saw his pain and stayed, curing the moon's loneliness.
Kyujong remembered that he had laughed at the story and earned himself an offended look from the younger. The story was sweet, but unreal to him, even though he really liked the song.
He liked the way YoungSaeng's voice carried out the tone and his feelings into the night, making him understand even if he hadn't learned the language.
"What is out there?" he asked finally, joining his friend at the window, looking out.
There it was.
A tiny gap in the mass of dust and clouds.
Narrowing his eyes KyuJong could barely make it out but it was there and Youngsaeng had found it.
The humming stopped as the raven haired turned his gaze away from the sky towards Kyujong, smiling softly.
"It's almost like the day you told me," he whispered, letting his fingertips ghost over the dirty glass of the window. "The day you found me. You said there had been a hole in the dust too, letting me pass."
The raven haired chuckled at his own memories. "It sounded really cheesy, you know that, right?"
Kyujong laughed turning his glance away from Youngsaeng, looking out again while resting his chin into his hands, the memories of this certain night coming back to him.
"But you are right. It almost looks the same."
Chapter: Prologue; 0/?
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: KyuSaeng
Fandom: SS501
Genre: angst, romance, distopia
Summary: Kyujong had found him, raised him, teached him, cared for him, loves him; now he definitive won't let him go without a fight.
A/N: Something between Fantasy and Sci-fiction that escaped my crazy mind...hopefully ending with four chapters...
You should see it as a kind of gift that you are living, his grandmother had often told him in the past, when she had still been healthy; hadn't been vacant and lowbrow, bounded at some old sickbed in a dusty room, captured between cords and tubes; and had still been alive.
See it as a godsend gift, that you can see the beautiful sky and it's billions of stars with your own eyes, while the moon is shining down on you.
The young man let out a sign.
See it as a gift that you are able to breathe, able to feel , able to see the things happening around you.
Well, he never knew that she had been mentally ill.
These days there wasn't any sky, any moon to look at. There was nothing in this town, in this world he would like to see or he desired to feel.
Hell, he even hated the mephitic air he had to let into his lungs in order to survive.
Where had the soft grass between his fingers, that is still there in his dreams, went to? Did it just vanished? The clean air; the clear, starry sky; plainly stashed away?
The young man shoved off the big hood of his long cloak, which had been covering almost his entire face, with a sign, relieving bay-coloured locks beneath.
He looked up.
There wasn't any sky to watch, just grey clouds mixing in with a mist of dust and dirt.
Maybe he shouldn't have come up here again.
He was sitting on the highest building of the town, an old demolished masonry, a former office building of the rich and nobles, looming above the city.
But it was one of the few places he could feel at peace.
Letting his boot clad feet dangling over the edge of the roof he gazed down onto the streets.
He loved this place. Thought even being up this high he couldn't see the sky either, nor the end of the town, all vanishing into dust at the end of his vision, but he still liked it.
Up here he had the best overview of the happenings in the city, morphing the mass of people into a busy ant trail, running around in some senseless order.
If he hadn't been sitting up here a few years ago, maybe he hadn't found him.
"You shouldn't be here."
His lips shifted into a gentle smile as he slowly turned away from the dusted town, facing the other boy.
"You shouldn't either," he chuckled, eying the newly arrived male.
He was dressed in a wide brown coat with a big hood, just like himself. The goggles, which should be shielding his eyes form the howling wind with it's sand and dirt, were draped loosely around his neck. His long black hair was standing in sharp contrast against his pale skin, a few loose strands dancing lightly under the hood.
"You should be thankful to this place," he chuckled again as the other rolled his eyes. "I don't think you would be alive otherwise."
"Perhaps it would have been for the best," the raven haired muttered as he slowly wandered over to the edge, letting himself plop down next to the other.
"I don't think I belong in here, KyuJong."
"And I should have let you die?" Kyujong raised an eyebrow. "We all don't belong in here."
The raven haired lowered his head, slowly nodding.
"Silly, don't even think about it."
He slowly lifted his hand, gently framing the others face before softly tracing down the thin black tattoo crossing his eye. Most of the time it was covered securely behind his bangs and hood, holding unwanted looks at bay.
"I could have never let you lying down there and you know that."
The black haired looked down into the small alley good three-hundred metres beneath their feeds, boulder, dirt and dust covering the small path.
Letting out a sigh he slowly leaned into the touch before pulling away and resting his head on the brown haired's shoulder, closing his eyes.
"If you say so..."
They just stayed there. Kyujong's arm lightly dropped over the smaller males shoulders as they watched the clouds slowly turning dark.
"We probably should head back, it's getting late," KyuJong whispered after a while, slowly getting onto his feet as he reached out to help the smaller one up.
They dusted out their cloths and KyuJong secured the long blade, draped with a scarf around his hip, before they started heading down.
Climbing down the many stairs of the old building, carefully avoiding instable paths and visible cracks in the floor, they finally reached the ground again.
Back into the grey reality, away from their treasured place above the city.
The air was even more muggy down here, willing both boys to pull up their shrouds and ducking their heads deep down into their hoods before turning in one of the bigger streets, straight into the mass of people.
The air had been this bad since the city had totally collapsed.
The warming had willed the people to leave their own cities and countries, moving away from the coasts in fear of the raising water.
But the water never came; it suddenly went away.
And with it it's guardians, taking the clear sky they where bound to with them and leaving a dry desert with rising temperatures each following year behind.
Nobody really knew where the kind, sky loving folk vanished to. Only myths and stories where left of them, told around in the cities, till they died down.
A few told their living energy was drawn away just like the water.
Other say the nobles just keep them for themselves, trying to use them to restock their own water reservoirs.
But most of the people say they are all death, had betrayed the nature and human kind by killing themselves off, returning to the sky as the water was gone.
It was the easiest way to believe and to forget anyway.
But KyuJong knew better, squeezing the hand holding his lightly.
Slowly walking down the street he lead his companion through the crowd.
Most of them were normal humans and guardians of the earth. A few scattered healers and fire protectors along the way being almost curiosities.
But their folks where travelers by nature, never staying in on place for long, avoiding big crowds and mostly staying among their own kind.
Crossing a few stands selling rice and meat, they stopped for a short while to buy ingredients for dinner before tuning left into a small deserted alley.
Kyujong had lived in this small house in the alley his whole live, even staying there as his grandmother had died and his mother ran away, in search for a better live.
He never tried running away though, knowing from the travelers and books that the other cities where all the same as this. Overpopulated, dirty and cold-hearted.
But his mother went, and never came back.
He opened the small door leading into the tiny living quarters, harbouring a table and a few implements. Pots, water cans and dishes but nothing from value.
Packing the food into a small cupboard next to a few vegetables he bought earlier the day, he pondered if they should eat today or tomorrow, food was rare after all, before deciding to just ask.
"YoungSaeng?" He called out for his raven haired friend, who had vanished into the next room as soon as they had arrived.
Receiving no answer Kyujong closed the cupboard and strolled over into the near room.
YoungSaeng was leaning against the small window, cloak dumped over a chair standing in one corner, relieving a black shirt and shorts. He was staring outside as he softly hummed an ancient song KyoJong didn't understand.
It's about a star and the moon, YoungSaeng had told him once; and the deep friendship between these two.
In rough it was about how the moon had always been the strong one in the sky, watching over all the stars as they kept coming and going. But he had been lonely till one day a kind star came, saw his pain and stayed, curing the moon's loneliness.
Kyujong remembered that he had laughed at the story and earned himself an offended look from the younger. The story was sweet, but unreal to him, even though he really liked the song.
He liked the way YoungSaeng's voice carried out the tone and his feelings into the night, making him understand even if he hadn't learned the language.
"What is out there?" he asked finally, joining his friend at the window, looking out.
There it was.
A tiny gap in the mass of dust and clouds.
Narrowing his eyes KyuJong could barely make it out but it was there and Youngsaeng had found it.
The humming stopped as the raven haired turned his gaze away from the sky towards Kyujong, smiling softly.
"It's almost like the day you told me," he whispered, letting his fingertips ghost over the dirty glass of the window. "The day you found me. You said there had been a hole in the dust too, letting me pass."
The raven haired chuckled at his own memories. "It sounded really cheesy, you know that, right?"
Kyujong laughed turning his glance away from Youngsaeng, looking out again while resting his chin into his hands, the memories of this certain night coming back to him.
"But you are right. It almost looks the same."