FanFiction: Theoi Halioi (KaiXReita) [1/3]
Title: Theoi Halioi
Pairing: KaiXReita
Chapters: 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, romance
Length: 5050 words
Warnings: Pure torture, human sacrificing, murder and a hell lot of my fucked up imagination.
Disclaimer: Hell yeah I own them; if you stupidly believe this page of lies. xP
Summary: Yutaka and Akira were lovers. But when Akira had to be sacrificed to the sea god, Yutaka had chosen to die too. But how, how the modern 21st century Kai suddenly came into their story?
Beta: Not for now
Comments: I don’t know what to say about this…O-O
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
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“Akira~!!” Yutaka called happily, waving his hand to the shy small boy as he literally bounced on his standing spot. “Look what I found!! It is so pretty!!!”
Akira sauntered towards Yutaka and once he got close enough to see the reason of his best friend’s enthusiasm, he froze in horror and immediately launched himself to the brunette boy, resulting them to end up sprawling on the ground, dirtying their yukata with the dry dirt.
“Aki-chan!! What was that for???” Yutaka whined to his friend.
“DO YOU AWARE THAT YOU’RE ABOUT TO TOUCH A POISONOUS PLANT??!!” Akira growled instead and glared at his careless friend.
“Poisonous?” Yutaka drawled out, eyeing the strange flower in curiosity. “Really? How do you know it??”
Akira scoffed as he stood; he was offering a hand to Yutaka. “My mom has knowledge of herbs, remember? She taught me. This plant will give you nasty allergies and bad rashes….,” he said and pinned Yutaka’s hands behind the brunette boy when the boy wanted to reach out for the plant again.
“Aww…Ue-chan!! Let me go!!”
“NO.”
“But I wanna touch it! It is soo pretty!!!”
“YUTAKA!”
“I wanna touch it~~!!” A thud, followed by a pained yelp and gleeful giggles.
“Ouch.” Pause, before a shriek escaped from the smaller boy. “Yukkun NO!!!!”
“Waaa…It’s such a pretty flower~!!”
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Yutaka laughed at the memory, remembering the way Akira pounced onto him and made him to drop the strange flower to the ground. And he also remembered the nagging Akira had given to him when he had to lay on his futon afterwards, he was whining the whole day about the itch and irritation he had to bear from the plant.
I told you that the plant is poisonous…You don’t listen to me! Now, see what happen? You’re lucky my mom has the cure or you’ll be scratching every single time possible like dogs with fleas…YUKKUN, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME??
Yutaka laughed more. Akira was so adorable nagging like that to him.
“Something funny?”
Yutaka shifted his head to the voice and smiled his dimpled smile to the raven-haired teen. “Just remembering our childhood times~”
Akira snorted. “You mean remembering the way you carelessly prance around, touching every single thing you found and caused me the horror to save you from every harmful material?”
“You can think it in a cuter way. Like you be my protector that protect me from evil and harm~” Yutaka giggled, his hand reached out to pull the raven-haired boy down to sit beside him.
Akira snorted but didn’t say anything more as he sat beside Yutaka and soon the brunette had laid beside him, Yutaka’s head was currently resting on his lap as the long silky mahogany strands fell graciously off his shoulders to Akira’s lap. Yutaka reached out for Akira’s hand and he held the slender hand tightly, occasionally running a kiss over the palm.
“You know…,” Akira’s voice was quiet as he ran his fingers through Yutaka’s hair. “We will be in trouble if anyone find out about us….”
“Let them be…I would die for you…,” Yutaka replied carelessly, tightening his grip on Akira’s hand. “I love you…,” he said, kissing the pale knuckles softly.
Akira sighed. “I won’t stake my hope too high…I mean, we’re too young. Your feelings towards me…It may be a phase of growing up…,” he said quietly and Yutaka’s caresses to his hand stopped as the other boy sat again, piercing dark eyes glared sharply at Akira.
“What did you say…?”
“We’re just fifteen, Yutaka…I’m scared that your feelings to me…Is just a phase of growing up…We didn’t know what the future held for us…”
“Do you doubt me that much, Akira?” Yutaka’s face was incredulous and horrified as he grasped the slender hands into his own and brought them to his chest. “Please…,” he whimpered, caressing the other’s face cautiously. “I love you. I truly love you.”
“You will be married to a honourable girl one day…to continue the legacy of your family…,” Akira said softly, refusing to look at the brunette boy. “And I will continue being your servant…”
“That is not gonna happen,” Yutaka said firmly, he was kissing Akira’s hands again. “The legacy of my family can continue through my baby sister. If I’m going to marry anyone, it will be you. No one else.”
“But you’re the only son! The heir of your family! The future leader for this village! You can’t just leave everything to your little sister for me!”
“You’re right. I can’t. I can’t abandon my family.”
“I told you so…Please…Maybe we should just stop this so no one will break when the time comes…”
Yutaka’s face was full of determination as he carefully tilted Akira’s face up and brushed a soft kiss over the pink lips. “I can’t abandon my family…But that doesn’t mean I won’t do it.”
“What?”
“If running away with you was what it takes so we could be together forever, I will do it.”
Akira didn’t know what to say at that.
“Akira…,” Yutaka sighed, pulling Akira close to him and this time he embraced the other boy tight, arms locked around the slender body securely with intention of not letting go. “I’m willing to do everything for you. Anything. Even if I have to sell my life for it…”
Akira sighed too, curling into the warm embrace as he closed his eyes in content as he rested his head against Yutaka’s chest. “Me too. I’m willing to die for your sake…”
Yutaka laughed, tilting Akira’s chin up and leant close for a kiss.
“We’ll be together, forever.”
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Was forever too short?
Somehow Yutaka had to wonder.
He shook his head in disbelief; protectively he was hiding Akira behind him as he glared and almost growled at his wary guards and stunned parents.
“NO!!”
Everyone cringed at his enraged yell.
“If you want to get him, OVER MY DEAD MANGLED CARCASS!!”
“Yutaka…Calm down…,” his mother tried to sooth him but the teen boy was too enraged to care or even listen to her. “It’s in the prophecy…”
“LIKE HELL I CARE ABOUT THAT DAMNED PROPECHY!!”
“YUTAKA!”
This time, the voice of his father did halt his rage.
Akira just stood emotionless behind Yutaka; he was too numb and shocked at the news to even felt the bruising grip Yutaka had on his waist. However, he was snapped out of his shock when Yutaka suddenly cradled his face, tilting his face up and kissed him right in front of everyone there, including his own mother and Yutaka’s parents.
“What are you doing, my son?!!” The beautiful woman shrieked as she watched her son ravished their servant boy’s lips.
“I’m explaining to you why I can’t let you sacrifice Akira to that fucked up sea god…,” Yutaka growled out possessively, never did his arms left Akira’s slender waist.
Everyone was equally stunned.
“You’re….,” The shocked father stuttered. “WITH HIM??!”
“Yes, I am,” Yutaka hissed and bowed apologetically to Akira’s sobbing mother. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I have stolen your son’s virginity…”
“YUTAKA!”
“WHAT??!” He yelled back at his enraged mother.
“You slept with him??!!!”
“Yes.” He nodded grimly, embracing Akira again. “And if you want to blame anyone, it was me. I started it all. This relationship, our intercourses, I start it all.”
He finally noticed that Akira was shaking and crying in his arms and almost immediately-he was totally ignoring his audience-he kissed the terrified boy softly, tightening his embrace and hushed the cries. “S’okay…I won’t let anything happened to you…”
“But everyone else will die.”
Yutaka froze at the grim voice of his father.
“They will die because you refused to give what the sea god wanted…”
Akira hiccupped in guilt at that though Yutaka’s face was cold and careless.
“Go to hell then.”
With that, Yutaka glared for one last time to his parents and dragged Akira out of the room, his arms tight and secure around the slender waist. Akira grasped Yutaka’s hand tightly, too terrified with the news of the sea god wanting him as the annual sacrificial but the warm embrace around him told him that it will be alright.
This time, Yutaka will be the one protecting him.
He gasped when he was pulled close for another kiss but submitted regardless anything as the strong arms snaked securely around him, protectively holding him close to the warm chest. Yutaka lead him to the spacious room and Akira ended up curled against the wide chest, Yutaka’s arms securely holding him close as they snuggled under the thick futon, Yutaka was murmuring comforting words and hummed Akira to sleep the whole time.
Once Akira had fallen asleep in his arms, Yutaka shifted a bit to grab his sword that was lying nearby.
He won’t let anything happened to his love.
He was going to protect Akira.
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He wished he didn’t wake up.
He wished he didn’t wake up, and noticed that he was alone and a total three days had passed.
A total three days he knew was a torment to Akira.
He couldn’t believe that his parents had drugged him, sending him to a long sleep so that they had enough time to take Akira away from his protective embrace.
When he woke up, Akira was nowhere to be seen.
And the preparations for the sacrificial ceremony were almost done. The hellish ritual was almost complete.
Yutaka had stormed past his guards in total rage, slaughtering them one by one, whoever that had been in his way was slaughtered and beheaded as he climbed his way up the sacred hill, straight to the shrine.
The shrine where the scarification ritual was committed.
However, when he reached there, he was greeted with silence.
That was odd.
Yutaka was actually expecting for screams of pain and agony as he knew how the ritual worked.
The ritual was conducted to unite the human sacrifice with the sea.
To make the sacrifice understood each of the sea’s pain and agony over human’s doing.
Also to make the sacrifice understood the love of sea to human, the pure love of the mother of life.
The child of the spirit should be able to combine with the sea itself. Half alive and half dead, he would understand the rage of the dreadful waves and the love of the mother of life.
That was why the ritual was very painful. Half-dead and half-alive; Yutaka was terrified at that. He didn’t know if he had the guts to see his love suffered in that kind of state. Squaring his shoulders, Yutaka stepped in and was bewildered at the eerie silence of the shrine. Despite the dried blood and burnt flesh he saw on his way, there was no sign that anyone had been there.
That was, until he reached the main room, where he saw his babysitter, the woman he loved more than his mother, the woman that had once carried Akira around in her womb sitting there in the middle of the room, rocking something-or rather someone-that looked deformed and pitiful.
She looked up at the sounds of his silent footsteps and tears broke through her eyes.
Yutaka felt his heart broke, crashed and shattered to dust at the sight of Akira, whom now curled comfortably in her arms. He sat beside the mother and child, wounding one of his arms around the woman’s shaking form, which she then gratefully leant close to his wide shoulder, desperate for support. He embraced the woman with one arm, his other hand gently caressed the deformed beauty in her arms, and tears broke through his eyes too.
Akira looked up, moving his head blindly at the sounds of the faint strange sobs and the gentle caress on his scarred and burnt skin. He tried to speak, but no voice came out. His mother hushed him softly, carefully planting kisses over his forehead and bandaged eyes.
“Yutaka comes, sweetie…,” she told him, nodding to Yutaka as she carefully handed Akira into Yutaka’s waiting arms.
Yutaka hold back a whimper when he finally got a full look on Akira. He carefully embraced the abused raven-haired boy, planting kisses all over the beautiful face as he murmured his love to the other, begging forgiveness for being unable to protect Akira from these kind of torments. He couldn’t imagine the pain and torment Akira had gone through for the rituals.
First ritual; to clean and purify the sacrifice.
It was crucial for the sacrifice to be clean and pure from everything dirty and ugly in this world. Lust was one of it. And to destroy the lust, the people responsible in this sacrificing shrine would destroy everything that would trigger the sacrifice’s lust. Females one had to have their wombs traditionally destroyed using sharp objects while the males would have their genitals burned.
Yutaka shuddered, unable to imagine Akira’s pain and screams throughout that process.
Then, came the real torture. Second ritual was to symbolize the pain of the whales they hunted during the hunting season.
They hunted the whales majorly for the oil. Thus, to make the sacrifice felt the same pain; oil was harvested from his skin through a very painful process involving flames and lots of candles.
Yutaka kissed Akira’s forehead and lightly caressed the bandages he knew were hiding the burnt parts.
Third ritual was to remind about the damages and harm their fishermen had inflicted on the sea and it’s life during their daily activities. Some inedible fish were killed accidentally while fishing and thrown back to sea while the reefs were damaged by their rough equipments.
Yutaka gazed at the blunt ends of Akira’s shoulders and thighs, where the raven’s beautiful arms and legs once attached to them. He stared at those and felt the anger and mad rage built inside him.
He knew they had crushed Akira’s bones-a symbolic to the damaged reefs-and chopped the limbs afterwards because those people were god damn fucked up, that was why. Yutaka wouldn’t even be surprised if he found out that the reason Akira can’t speak was because his throat was damaged in the process too. Angered at that thought, Yutaka internally swore that he would do the same to the shrine people later. His hand subconsciously tightened around the sheath of his sword and Yutaka was gritting his teeth so tight together to avoid him from growling his anger out.
Akira tried to speak again, but Yutaka hushed him with a soft careful peck on the lips. “Don’t speak, my love…”
There was a soft, barely audible noise that resembled a whine from the pitiful-looking boy.
“I just can’t leave him here…,” The woman that was silently watching sobbed at the sound; she was carefully stroking Akira’s hair. “Not when they had maimed him. Not when they had gauged his eyes out and left him in darkness. Not when they had made him half-dead with all those tortures and kept him half-alive by ensuring he was awake the whole time…I can’t… I can’t let him to feel like he was alone…”
The last ritual before the sacrificial; it was to make the sacrificial felt love again, a symbolic that forgiveness could be given even after all those torments.
The villagers were under the impression that this last ritual will convince the sea god to forgive their ruthlessness on the sea and didn’t harm their village.
Yutaka snorted. If he had the heart to lead this village, first thing he would do was to destroy this fucked up believes. Though he had to admit that they should took better care of the sea, but by sending these kind of messages to the most likely nonexistent sea god was way too fucked up. Yutaka never liked these rituals. He hated it when every year he had to listen that a prophecy had been given to the shaman and someone was going to be tortured and killed.
Akira managed to make that sound again and almost instantly, Yutaka cooed to him, hushing him softly before he leant close for a kiss; he was carefully, yet intensely kissing his maimed lover because despite the blind eyes, burnt skin, amputated limbs and the remains of the ritual’s torture; the boy was still his beautiful lover. The very one he loved with all of his heart, which he vowed to protect forever. This deformed beauty was his love of life.
He loved Akira.
And that was final.
“Nii-chan…,” the sudden call made Yutaka’s head snapped up and he frowned to his younger sister who was standing by the door. She was wearing the shrine maiden’s outfit and Yutaka mentally kicked himself for forgetting that his own sister was the unfortunate chosen ones too, being chosen to be the shrine maiden that have to watch these tortures with her own eyes.
“Yes,Yuki?”
“I need to talk to you. Privately.”
Bewildered at her request, Yutaka kissed Akira again, whispering his love over and over to the maimed boy as he handed Akira back to the sobbing old woman’s arms. He stood, bringing his sword with him too as she guided him to the next room.
“What is it, Yuki?” He asked as soon as they were alone.
“Our village will be destroyed.” She said solemnly.
“What?”
“Father and Mother had cheated. The prophecy was never meant for Aki-nii. The sea god had demanded its specific demand; and the first two demands narrowed the candidates to either you or Aki-nii. But the last part…,” she shook her head sadly. “It was not Aki-nii.”
“What is the last part of the prophecy…?” Yutaka asked warily though he was calm regardless anything.
“The sea god demanded a child with Earth element,” she spoke sadly, reaching up to caress his mahogany hair. “Aki-nii’s element is not Earth. His shy calm nature, his soothing voice….his element is Wind, my dear big brother….,” here she hesitated a bit before she resumed; “…the one that is supposedly to be sacrificed today is…”
“Me.” Yutaka was slightly shocked that he didn’t freak out a single bit at the revelation.
However, before any one of them could speak or do anything, they heard weird sounds from room next door; the soft sobs turned louder as there was a faint sound of struggle and by the time they had reached back there, Akira’s mother was crumpled on the floor, crying hysterically; Akira was nowhere to be seen.
Yuki looked up to the sky outside and sighed.
“It’s time.”
She then didn’t even stop her brother when Yutaka stormed out of there, straight to the cliff where they usually threw the sacrifices alive into the sea. She knew that the sword in her brother’s hands would taste more than stranger’s blood that day but why she would even bother stopping the incoming slaughter?
“We’re all going to die anyway…”
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Was it a dream?
A short pleasurable dream?
Or just the beginning of a nightmare?
Yutaka didn’t know.
But he was sure of this.
His sword moved swiftly in the air with one quick move of his hands, blood sprouting out from the cruel man in front of him as he watched the shocked terrified face on the head completely detached from the limp body as said body collapsed right by his feet.
“YUTAKA!!!”
He didn’t even flinch at his mother’s shriek as he stared at the lifeless body in front of him. Blood, thick crimson blood trickled down his shiny sword and he wasn’t even deterred with the fact that he had just killed his own father right in front of the whole village. He stared at the headless corpse in disgust and wiped his sword clean with the dreaded selfish man’s clothes before rinsing the blade with a bottle of sake that was supposedly to be presented to the sea god.
“What had you done?!!” The woman shrieked again, pouncing to the emotionless young boy and shook his developed shoulders hard.
“Destroying the corruption.” Yutaka replied carelessly.
“YOU KILL YOUR OWN FATHER YOU INSOLENT CHILD!!!” She accused, hitting his chest violently.
“I killed a man that was selfish enough to kill an innocent child…”
“If you’re talking about Akira…THE SEA GOD WANTS HIM! Don’t you understand that? He has to be sacrificed to stop the sea god’s rage!” She shrieked again, glaring at Akira’s mother sharply as the old woman finally arrived there. “What had your son did to my Yutaka to bewitch him to this level, you old hag?!?!”
She gasped in horror then when a sharp blade was pressed lightly under her chin and tilted her face up to stare at the tall boy. “I’m not bewitched. Don’t you dare accuse Akira or Kaa-chan like that…”
“Then you’re blinded with love…,” she scoffed, staring at him as if daring him to slaughter her too.
“No, I’m not.” Yutaka denied, removing his sword from his mother’s chin. “You’re the one who is blinded with love.”
“WHAT??!!”
“What was the exact prophecy about the sea god’s demand this year?”
She started to grow uneasy at his words.
“It demand a child that-”
“…A child that had matured of his years, had been blessed with fortunes and luxury even though he didn’t deserve it and he bore a strong element of Earth in every single one of his actions…,” another voice chimed in, cold and soft her voice was but the disappointment was too big in her voice.
“Yuki-chan!” The now uneasy woman turned around to see her young daughter staring at her with a sad disappointed look.
“That was the real prophecy, Mother…The one that demanded nii-chan; and not Aki-nii…,” she said silently, full of disappointment. “You have been tainted. You were blinded with your love to your child and had ignored the innocent soul of another child as you sent him to blank death. You had done a dreadful sin that was worse than all of your sins piled up together…”
The villagers around them started to murmur in confusion.
“But my child! The prophecy clearly stated that the child had-”
“The child had been blessed with fortunes and luxury even though he didn’t deserve it.” Yutaka cut her words; he was as emotionless and cold as an ice. “Do I even deserve my luxury, dear Mother? When neither of you or Father worked to gain our fortunes? You just used the villagers’ backbone, manipulating them with the stories of your royalty bloodline to make them provide you with your needs… I don’t deserve this fortune. But Akira did. He worked for his life. Kaa-chan too. With the strength of their back and the effort they poured, they deserved every single luxury you said we blessed them with.”
She was now positively gaping in shock and desperation to find an escape from this truth revelation.
“I’m ashamed of you, Mother…,” Yuki cried against her palms. “To lie and kill an innocent boy…And yet we’re all doomed in the end. I have heard it. The sea god was not pleased. We didn’t fulfill its demand. We have sent it the wrong sacrifice. We have sent it an innocent boy.” She looked up enigmatically to the glum sky. “And I can hear Aki-nii… He is crying,” she closed her eyes at the small raindrop that fell on her cheek. “He is crying in rage. We’re doomed to his anger.”
A loud thundering noise from the sky (the noise was so loud and angry as if emphasizing her words) had made the villagers shuddered.
Everyone knew that as a miko girl, the pure chosen girl of the shrine, Yuki was speaking the truth.
All of them were doomed to Akira’s anger.
“But I can’t let my son die!!!” The desperate woman wailed defensively
“Do you think Kaa-chan didn’t feel the same when you sent Akira to death? When you torture him with those rituals? Do you think Kaa-chan didn’t felt anything?” Yutaka’s voice was nothing but cold accusation though his eyes softened at the sobbing old woman at the corner, the very woman who had given birth to Akira.
She was silent for a moment before she glared at him. “You know what?? I DON’T CARE! I don’t care of anything as long as it didn’t cause me loss!!”
And blood suddenly spurted out of her, her eyes went wide and shocked, one hand flew up to the deep slit at her throat as she collapsed, staring at her emotionless son, the bloody sword in his hand and her solemn daughter incredulously.
She gasped for her last breath and died almost instantly.
“Selfish.” Yuki sighed, looking up to the sky again and closed her eyes tightly. “We’re sorry, Aki-nii…”
“All of you better leave…,” Yutaka suddenly said, as he watched the beginning of Akira’s rage.
Every eye then stared at his focus.
Seconds later they had grew panic as the Earth rocked violently beneath them, their houses shivered and rattled to the movements of the shaking Earth. The glum sky darkened suddenly. Everything had turned eerily silent. No calming sea breeze, no soothing warm sunlight. It was cold darkness and gloominess. And soon they started to scream at the sight of the sea. The clear blue water of their fishing place all these time had acting strangely, moving against the wind and slowly retreated. It was running away from land, leaving bland deserted wet sand as the white waves retreated farther to the horizon. No such scene had been witnessed on that coast within the memory of the oldest living man in the village. Things those had never been seen before were making apparition; unfamiliar spaces of ribbed sand and reaches of weed-hung rock were left bare to their eyes as the waves retreated farther.
And all of sudden, the retreat stopped.
Yutaka tilted his head backwards, looking at the terrified villagers. “Run for your life.”
With that, he left, dropping his bloody sword to the ground as he walked to the deserted empty sea, determined to be the first to greet Akira. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked back, only to smile warily to the old woman. He turned around and hugged the old woman, kissing her forehead lovingly.
“Forgive me, Kaa-chan…”
“Yutaka NO!!!” She screamed but there was nothing she could do as Yuki had grabbed her from behind and tugged her away from there, dragging her to safety and leaving Yutaka behind.
The village was emptied almost in seconds, terrified villagers made the run of their life, running away from the sea though Yutaka had done the exact opposite. He walked to the coast, waiting calmly for the rage of the sea-the rage of Akira-as he stood there, waiting death to take him away and united him with his love.
When the water hit, the high waves of anger violently and mercilessly destroyed the village he had grown up in, all that he could felt was warmth and the old feeling of touching his Akira.
And he almost could hear the soft familiar voice calling his name.
Yutaka.
And he called back.
“Akira.”
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“KAI!! Wake up!!!”
The loud annoying voice caused him to shot out of his slumber and Kai immediately opened his eyes, one hand moved up to brush his shaggy dark bangs off his face as he stared (glared) at the pouting midget man.
“We’ve arrived, you sleepy head…,” Ruki scowled at Kai’s glare and tugged the older man up. “Come, come. I want to lie in bed quickly after that long bus ride~”
Kai snorted, he was still in daze of his sleep as he grudgingly grabbed his backpack and trailed after Ruki out of the crowded bus to gather with the rest of their group members outside the bus. They were chattering excitedly out there, their ever active cameraman, Aoi was already filming them and Kai quickly ducked out of the lenses’ range when Aoi wanted to film him.
“Aww…Come on, Kai! You always avoided the camera!!” Aoi pouted, trying hard to at least catch a glimpse of Kai’s face on tape.
“I don’t like cameras….,” Kai mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes tiredly.
There was a pat on his shoulder. “How long you didn’t get a good night sleep, Kai?” Their script writer and main researcher asked in concern as he rubbed Kai’s shoulder soothingly. “Last time it was two weeks straight of no night sleep for you…”
“I don’t know Uruha…Kinda since our exam ended…,” Kai replied tiredly, he was yawning a huge yawn.
“Since our exam ended??” Ruki stared at Kai in disbelief. “Dude, that was like almost a month ago! You need a doctor, bro!!”
“It’s useless. The dreams kept coming even if I ate dozens of drugs….,” Kai was still in his sleepy tired mode.
“That dream of Yutaka and Akira?” Aoi asked in concern, now has stopped filming.
“Yup.”
“Are you sure you didn’t know them?”
“Considering that it will be impossible for me to live in era that human sacrificial was a common thing, no, I didn’t know them…”
“But you kept getting that dream, man! It must have meanings!!”
“I don’t know…It’s sad, really…I don’t like it…”
“I’m sorry…,” Uruha apologized as he patted Kai’s shoulder. “I’m sorry but your dream of human sacrifices and sea god sounded good for our summer project. It was either that or we will stick with something lame like Bigfoot or aliens for our project…”
“Nawh…It’s okay…,” Kai shrugged him off and smiled a bit, flashing his dimple. “I was shocked a bit when you said that this town had a history that was almost the same like in my dreams….”
“Weird coincidence…,” Aoi giggled, now he had started to film again.
“I agree.” Kai smiled.
Ruki grinned at Kai.
Kai raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “What?”
“Maybe, you’re Yutaka and it was your destiny to return here~!” Ruki cheered gleefully.
The group laughed at his words except Kai who had snorted again.
Kai was about to throw his rather heavy backpack towards the giggling Ruki when there was a light caress of breeze on his cheek and simultaneously, he closed his eyes to the soothing breeze.
Yutaka.
Kai’s eyes snapped open at the voice.
“Akira?”
TBC…..
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A/n: Okay…I admit it…I can’t write this in one-shot. You win Larissa.
Enjoy your reading, readers! Oh. The title means Sea God.
Pairing: KaiXReita
Chapters: 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Angst, romance
Length: 5050 words
Warnings: Pure torture, human sacrificing, murder and a hell lot of my fucked up imagination.
Disclaimer: Hell yeah I own them; if you stupidly believe this page of lies. xP
Summary: Yutaka and Akira were lovers. But when Akira had to be sacrificed to the sea god, Yutaka had chosen to die too. But how, how the modern 21st century Kai suddenly came into their story?
Beta: Not for now
Comments: I don’t know what to say about this…O-O
(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)
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“Akira~!!” Yutaka called happily, waving his hand to the shy small boy as he literally bounced on his standing spot. “Look what I found!! It is so pretty!!!”
Akira sauntered towards Yutaka and once he got close enough to see the reason of his best friend’s enthusiasm, he froze in horror and immediately launched himself to the brunette boy, resulting them to end up sprawling on the ground, dirtying their yukata with the dry dirt.
“Aki-chan!! What was that for???” Yutaka whined to his friend.
“DO YOU AWARE THAT YOU’RE ABOUT TO TOUCH A POISONOUS PLANT??!!” Akira growled instead and glared at his careless friend.
“Poisonous?” Yutaka drawled out, eyeing the strange flower in curiosity. “Really? How do you know it??”
Akira scoffed as he stood; he was offering a hand to Yutaka. “My mom has knowledge of herbs, remember? She taught me. This plant will give you nasty allergies and bad rashes….,” he said and pinned Yutaka’s hands behind the brunette boy when the boy wanted to reach out for the plant again.
“Aww…Ue-chan!! Let me go!!”
“NO.”
“But I wanna touch it! It is soo pretty!!!”
“YUTAKA!”
“I wanna touch it~~!!” A thud, followed by a pained yelp and gleeful giggles.
“Ouch.” Pause, before a shriek escaped from the smaller boy. “Yukkun NO!!!!”
“Waaa…It’s such a pretty flower~!!”
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Yutaka laughed at the memory, remembering the way Akira pounced onto him and made him to drop the strange flower to the ground. And he also remembered the nagging Akira had given to him when he had to lay on his futon afterwards, he was whining the whole day about the itch and irritation he had to bear from the plant.
I told you that the plant is poisonous…You don’t listen to me! Now, see what happen? You’re lucky my mom has the cure or you’ll be scratching every single time possible like dogs with fleas…YUKKUN, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME??
Yutaka laughed more. Akira was so adorable nagging like that to him.
“Something funny?”
Yutaka shifted his head to the voice and smiled his dimpled smile to the raven-haired teen. “Just remembering our childhood times~”
Akira snorted. “You mean remembering the way you carelessly prance around, touching every single thing you found and caused me the horror to save you from every harmful material?”
“You can think it in a cuter way. Like you be my protector that protect me from evil and harm~” Yutaka giggled, his hand reached out to pull the raven-haired boy down to sit beside him.
Akira snorted but didn’t say anything more as he sat beside Yutaka and soon the brunette had laid beside him, Yutaka’s head was currently resting on his lap as the long silky mahogany strands fell graciously off his shoulders to Akira’s lap. Yutaka reached out for Akira’s hand and he held the slender hand tightly, occasionally running a kiss over the palm.
“You know…,” Akira’s voice was quiet as he ran his fingers through Yutaka’s hair. “We will be in trouble if anyone find out about us….”
“Let them be…I would die for you…,” Yutaka replied carelessly, tightening his grip on Akira’s hand. “I love you…,” he said, kissing the pale knuckles softly.
Akira sighed. “I won’t stake my hope too high…I mean, we’re too young. Your feelings towards me…It may be a phase of growing up…,” he said quietly and Yutaka’s caresses to his hand stopped as the other boy sat again, piercing dark eyes glared sharply at Akira.
“What did you say…?”
“We’re just fifteen, Yutaka…I’m scared that your feelings to me…Is just a phase of growing up…We didn’t know what the future held for us…”
“Do you doubt me that much, Akira?” Yutaka’s face was incredulous and horrified as he grasped the slender hands into his own and brought them to his chest. “Please…,” he whimpered, caressing the other’s face cautiously. “I love you. I truly love you.”
“You will be married to a honourable girl one day…to continue the legacy of your family…,” Akira said softly, refusing to look at the brunette boy. “And I will continue being your servant…”
“That is not gonna happen,” Yutaka said firmly, he was kissing Akira’s hands again. “The legacy of my family can continue through my baby sister. If I’m going to marry anyone, it will be you. No one else.”
“But you’re the only son! The heir of your family! The future leader for this village! You can’t just leave everything to your little sister for me!”
“You’re right. I can’t. I can’t abandon my family.”
“I told you so…Please…Maybe we should just stop this so no one will break when the time comes…”
Yutaka’s face was full of determination as he carefully tilted Akira’s face up and brushed a soft kiss over the pink lips. “I can’t abandon my family…But that doesn’t mean I won’t do it.”
“What?”
“If running away with you was what it takes so we could be together forever, I will do it.”
Akira didn’t know what to say at that.
“Akira…,” Yutaka sighed, pulling Akira close to him and this time he embraced the other boy tight, arms locked around the slender body securely with intention of not letting go. “I’m willing to do everything for you. Anything. Even if I have to sell my life for it…”
Akira sighed too, curling into the warm embrace as he closed his eyes in content as he rested his head against Yutaka’s chest. “Me too. I’m willing to die for your sake…”
Yutaka laughed, tilting Akira’s chin up and leant close for a kiss.
“We’ll be together, forever.”
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Was forever too short?
Somehow Yutaka had to wonder.
He shook his head in disbelief; protectively he was hiding Akira behind him as he glared and almost growled at his wary guards and stunned parents.
“NO!!”
Everyone cringed at his enraged yell.
“If you want to get him, OVER MY DEAD MANGLED CARCASS!!”
“Yutaka…Calm down…,” his mother tried to sooth him but the teen boy was too enraged to care or even listen to her. “It’s in the prophecy…”
“LIKE HELL I CARE ABOUT THAT DAMNED PROPECHY!!”
“YUTAKA!”
This time, the voice of his father did halt his rage.
Akira just stood emotionless behind Yutaka; he was too numb and shocked at the news to even felt the bruising grip Yutaka had on his waist. However, he was snapped out of his shock when Yutaka suddenly cradled his face, tilting his face up and kissed him right in front of everyone there, including his own mother and Yutaka’s parents.
“What are you doing, my son?!!” The beautiful woman shrieked as she watched her son ravished their servant boy’s lips.
“I’m explaining to you why I can’t let you sacrifice Akira to that fucked up sea god…,” Yutaka growled out possessively, never did his arms left Akira’s slender waist.
Everyone was equally stunned.
“You’re….,” The shocked father stuttered. “WITH HIM??!”
“Yes, I am,” Yutaka hissed and bowed apologetically to Akira’s sobbing mother. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I have stolen your son’s virginity…”
“YUTAKA!”
“WHAT??!” He yelled back at his enraged mother.
“You slept with him??!!!”
“Yes.” He nodded grimly, embracing Akira again. “And if you want to blame anyone, it was me. I started it all. This relationship, our intercourses, I start it all.”
He finally noticed that Akira was shaking and crying in his arms and almost immediately-he was totally ignoring his audience-he kissed the terrified boy softly, tightening his embrace and hushed the cries. “S’okay…I won’t let anything happened to you…”
“But everyone else will die.”
Yutaka froze at the grim voice of his father.
“They will die because you refused to give what the sea god wanted…”
Akira hiccupped in guilt at that though Yutaka’s face was cold and careless.
“Go to hell then.”
With that, Yutaka glared for one last time to his parents and dragged Akira out of the room, his arms tight and secure around the slender waist. Akira grasped Yutaka’s hand tightly, too terrified with the news of the sea god wanting him as the annual sacrificial but the warm embrace around him told him that it will be alright.
This time, Yutaka will be the one protecting him.
He gasped when he was pulled close for another kiss but submitted regardless anything as the strong arms snaked securely around him, protectively holding him close to the warm chest. Yutaka lead him to the spacious room and Akira ended up curled against the wide chest, Yutaka’s arms securely holding him close as they snuggled under the thick futon, Yutaka was murmuring comforting words and hummed Akira to sleep the whole time.
Once Akira had fallen asleep in his arms, Yutaka shifted a bit to grab his sword that was lying nearby.
He won’t let anything happened to his love.
He was going to protect Akira.
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He wished he didn’t wake up.
He wished he didn’t wake up, and noticed that he was alone and a total three days had passed.
A total three days he knew was a torment to Akira.
He couldn’t believe that his parents had drugged him, sending him to a long sleep so that they had enough time to take Akira away from his protective embrace.
When he woke up, Akira was nowhere to be seen.
And the preparations for the sacrificial ceremony were almost done. The hellish ritual was almost complete.
Yutaka had stormed past his guards in total rage, slaughtering them one by one, whoever that had been in his way was slaughtered and beheaded as he climbed his way up the sacred hill, straight to the shrine.
The shrine where the scarification ritual was committed.
However, when he reached there, he was greeted with silence.
That was odd.
Yutaka was actually expecting for screams of pain and agony as he knew how the ritual worked.
The ritual was conducted to unite the human sacrifice with the sea.
To make the sacrifice understood each of the sea’s pain and agony over human’s doing.
Also to make the sacrifice understood the love of sea to human, the pure love of the mother of life.
The child of the spirit should be able to combine with the sea itself. Half alive and half dead, he would understand the rage of the dreadful waves and the love of the mother of life.
That was why the ritual was very painful. Half-dead and half-alive; Yutaka was terrified at that. He didn’t know if he had the guts to see his love suffered in that kind of state. Squaring his shoulders, Yutaka stepped in and was bewildered at the eerie silence of the shrine. Despite the dried blood and burnt flesh he saw on his way, there was no sign that anyone had been there.
That was, until he reached the main room, where he saw his babysitter, the woman he loved more than his mother, the woman that had once carried Akira around in her womb sitting there in the middle of the room, rocking something-or rather someone-that looked deformed and pitiful.
She looked up at the sounds of his silent footsteps and tears broke through her eyes.
Yutaka felt his heart broke, crashed and shattered to dust at the sight of Akira, whom now curled comfortably in her arms. He sat beside the mother and child, wounding one of his arms around the woman’s shaking form, which she then gratefully leant close to his wide shoulder, desperate for support. He embraced the woman with one arm, his other hand gently caressed the deformed beauty in her arms, and tears broke through his eyes too.
Akira looked up, moving his head blindly at the sounds of the faint strange sobs and the gentle caress on his scarred and burnt skin. He tried to speak, but no voice came out. His mother hushed him softly, carefully planting kisses over his forehead and bandaged eyes.
“Yutaka comes, sweetie…,” she told him, nodding to Yutaka as she carefully handed Akira into Yutaka’s waiting arms.
Yutaka hold back a whimper when he finally got a full look on Akira. He carefully embraced the abused raven-haired boy, planting kisses all over the beautiful face as he murmured his love to the other, begging forgiveness for being unable to protect Akira from these kind of torments. He couldn’t imagine the pain and torment Akira had gone through for the rituals.
First ritual; to clean and purify the sacrifice.
It was crucial for the sacrifice to be clean and pure from everything dirty and ugly in this world. Lust was one of it. And to destroy the lust, the people responsible in this sacrificing shrine would destroy everything that would trigger the sacrifice’s lust. Females one had to have their wombs traditionally destroyed using sharp objects while the males would have their genitals burned.
Yutaka shuddered, unable to imagine Akira’s pain and screams throughout that process.
Then, came the real torture. Second ritual was to symbolize the pain of the whales they hunted during the hunting season.
They hunted the whales majorly for the oil. Thus, to make the sacrifice felt the same pain; oil was harvested from his skin through a very painful process involving flames and lots of candles.
Yutaka kissed Akira’s forehead and lightly caressed the bandages he knew were hiding the burnt parts.
Third ritual was to remind about the damages and harm their fishermen had inflicted on the sea and it’s life during their daily activities. Some inedible fish were killed accidentally while fishing and thrown back to sea while the reefs were damaged by their rough equipments.
Yutaka gazed at the blunt ends of Akira’s shoulders and thighs, where the raven’s beautiful arms and legs once attached to them. He stared at those and felt the anger and mad rage built inside him.
He knew they had crushed Akira’s bones-a symbolic to the damaged reefs-and chopped the limbs afterwards because those people were god damn fucked up, that was why. Yutaka wouldn’t even be surprised if he found out that the reason Akira can’t speak was because his throat was damaged in the process too. Angered at that thought, Yutaka internally swore that he would do the same to the shrine people later. His hand subconsciously tightened around the sheath of his sword and Yutaka was gritting his teeth so tight together to avoid him from growling his anger out.
Akira tried to speak again, but Yutaka hushed him with a soft careful peck on the lips. “Don’t speak, my love…”
There was a soft, barely audible noise that resembled a whine from the pitiful-looking boy.
“I just can’t leave him here…,” The woman that was silently watching sobbed at the sound; she was carefully stroking Akira’s hair. “Not when they had maimed him. Not when they had gauged his eyes out and left him in darkness. Not when they had made him half-dead with all those tortures and kept him half-alive by ensuring he was awake the whole time…I can’t… I can’t let him to feel like he was alone…”
The last ritual before the sacrificial; it was to make the sacrificial felt love again, a symbolic that forgiveness could be given even after all those torments.
The villagers were under the impression that this last ritual will convince the sea god to forgive their ruthlessness on the sea and didn’t harm their village.
Yutaka snorted. If he had the heart to lead this village, first thing he would do was to destroy this fucked up believes. Though he had to admit that they should took better care of the sea, but by sending these kind of messages to the most likely nonexistent sea god was way too fucked up. Yutaka never liked these rituals. He hated it when every year he had to listen that a prophecy had been given to the shaman and someone was going to be tortured and killed.
Akira managed to make that sound again and almost instantly, Yutaka cooed to him, hushing him softly before he leant close for a kiss; he was carefully, yet intensely kissing his maimed lover because despite the blind eyes, burnt skin, amputated limbs and the remains of the ritual’s torture; the boy was still his beautiful lover. The very one he loved with all of his heart, which he vowed to protect forever. This deformed beauty was his love of life.
He loved Akira.
And that was final.
“Nii-chan…,” the sudden call made Yutaka’s head snapped up and he frowned to his younger sister who was standing by the door. She was wearing the shrine maiden’s outfit and Yutaka mentally kicked himself for forgetting that his own sister was the unfortunate chosen ones too, being chosen to be the shrine maiden that have to watch these tortures with her own eyes.
“Yes,Yuki?”
“I need to talk to you. Privately.”
Bewildered at her request, Yutaka kissed Akira again, whispering his love over and over to the maimed boy as he handed Akira back to the sobbing old woman’s arms. He stood, bringing his sword with him too as she guided him to the next room.
“What is it, Yuki?” He asked as soon as they were alone.
“Our village will be destroyed.” She said solemnly.
“What?”
“Father and Mother had cheated. The prophecy was never meant for Aki-nii. The sea god had demanded its specific demand; and the first two demands narrowed the candidates to either you or Aki-nii. But the last part…,” she shook her head sadly. “It was not Aki-nii.”
“What is the last part of the prophecy…?” Yutaka asked warily though he was calm regardless anything.
“The sea god demanded a child with Earth element,” she spoke sadly, reaching up to caress his mahogany hair. “Aki-nii’s element is not Earth. His shy calm nature, his soothing voice….his element is Wind, my dear big brother….,” here she hesitated a bit before she resumed; “…the one that is supposedly to be sacrificed today is…”
“Me.” Yutaka was slightly shocked that he didn’t freak out a single bit at the revelation.
However, before any one of them could speak or do anything, they heard weird sounds from room next door; the soft sobs turned louder as there was a faint sound of struggle and by the time they had reached back there, Akira’s mother was crumpled on the floor, crying hysterically; Akira was nowhere to be seen.
Yuki looked up to the sky outside and sighed.
“It’s time.”
She then didn’t even stop her brother when Yutaka stormed out of there, straight to the cliff where they usually threw the sacrifices alive into the sea. She knew that the sword in her brother’s hands would taste more than stranger’s blood that day but why she would even bother stopping the incoming slaughter?
“We’re all going to die anyway…”
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Was it a dream?
A short pleasurable dream?
Or just the beginning of a nightmare?
Yutaka didn’t know.
But he was sure of this.
His sword moved swiftly in the air with one quick move of his hands, blood sprouting out from the cruel man in front of him as he watched the shocked terrified face on the head completely detached from the limp body as said body collapsed right by his feet.
“YUTAKA!!!”
He didn’t even flinch at his mother’s shriek as he stared at the lifeless body in front of him. Blood, thick crimson blood trickled down his shiny sword and he wasn’t even deterred with the fact that he had just killed his own father right in front of the whole village. He stared at the headless corpse in disgust and wiped his sword clean with the dreaded selfish man’s clothes before rinsing the blade with a bottle of sake that was supposedly to be presented to the sea god.
“What had you done?!!” The woman shrieked again, pouncing to the emotionless young boy and shook his developed shoulders hard.
“Destroying the corruption.” Yutaka replied carelessly.
“YOU KILL YOUR OWN FATHER YOU INSOLENT CHILD!!!” She accused, hitting his chest violently.
“I killed a man that was selfish enough to kill an innocent child…”
“If you’re talking about Akira…THE SEA GOD WANTS HIM! Don’t you understand that? He has to be sacrificed to stop the sea god’s rage!” She shrieked again, glaring at Akira’s mother sharply as the old woman finally arrived there. “What had your son did to my Yutaka to bewitch him to this level, you old hag?!?!”
She gasped in horror then when a sharp blade was pressed lightly under her chin and tilted her face up to stare at the tall boy. “I’m not bewitched. Don’t you dare accuse Akira or Kaa-chan like that…”
“Then you’re blinded with love…,” she scoffed, staring at him as if daring him to slaughter her too.
“No, I’m not.” Yutaka denied, removing his sword from his mother’s chin. “You’re the one who is blinded with love.”
“WHAT??!!”
“What was the exact prophecy about the sea god’s demand this year?”
She started to grow uneasy at his words.
“It demand a child that-”
“…A child that had matured of his years, had been blessed with fortunes and luxury even though he didn’t deserve it and he bore a strong element of Earth in every single one of his actions…,” another voice chimed in, cold and soft her voice was but the disappointment was too big in her voice.
“Yuki-chan!” The now uneasy woman turned around to see her young daughter staring at her with a sad disappointed look.
“That was the real prophecy, Mother…The one that demanded nii-chan; and not Aki-nii…,” she said silently, full of disappointment. “You have been tainted. You were blinded with your love to your child and had ignored the innocent soul of another child as you sent him to blank death. You had done a dreadful sin that was worse than all of your sins piled up together…”
The villagers around them started to murmur in confusion.
“But my child! The prophecy clearly stated that the child had-”
“The child had been blessed with fortunes and luxury even though he didn’t deserve it.” Yutaka cut her words; he was as emotionless and cold as an ice. “Do I even deserve my luxury, dear Mother? When neither of you or Father worked to gain our fortunes? You just used the villagers’ backbone, manipulating them with the stories of your royalty bloodline to make them provide you with your needs… I don’t deserve this fortune. But Akira did. He worked for his life. Kaa-chan too. With the strength of their back and the effort they poured, they deserved every single luxury you said we blessed them with.”
She was now positively gaping in shock and desperation to find an escape from this truth revelation.
“I’m ashamed of you, Mother…,” Yuki cried against her palms. “To lie and kill an innocent boy…And yet we’re all doomed in the end. I have heard it. The sea god was not pleased. We didn’t fulfill its demand. We have sent it the wrong sacrifice. We have sent it an innocent boy.” She looked up enigmatically to the glum sky. “And I can hear Aki-nii… He is crying,” she closed her eyes at the small raindrop that fell on her cheek. “He is crying in rage. We’re doomed to his anger.”
A loud thundering noise from the sky (the noise was so loud and angry as if emphasizing her words) had made the villagers shuddered.
Everyone knew that as a miko girl, the pure chosen girl of the shrine, Yuki was speaking the truth.
All of them were doomed to Akira’s anger.
“But I can’t let my son die!!!” The desperate woman wailed defensively
“Do you think Kaa-chan didn’t feel the same when you sent Akira to death? When you torture him with those rituals? Do you think Kaa-chan didn’t felt anything?” Yutaka’s voice was nothing but cold accusation though his eyes softened at the sobbing old woman at the corner, the very woman who had given birth to Akira.
She was silent for a moment before she glared at him. “You know what?? I DON’T CARE! I don’t care of anything as long as it didn’t cause me loss!!”
And blood suddenly spurted out of her, her eyes went wide and shocked, one hand flew up to the deep slit at her throat as she collapsed, staring at her emotionless son, the bloody sword in his hand and her solemn daughter incredulously.
She gasped for her last breath and died almost instantly.
“Selfish.” Yuki sighed, looking up to the sky again and closed her eyes tightly. “We’re sorry, Aki-nii…”
“All of you better leave…,” Yutaka suddenly said, as he watched the beginning of Akira’s rage.
Every eye then stared at his focus.
Seconds later they had grew panic as the Earth rocked violently beneath them, their houses shivered and rattled to the movements of the shaking Earth. The glum sky darkened suddenly. Everything had turned eerily silent. No calming sea breeze, no soothing warm sunlight. It was cold darkness and gloominess. And soon they started to scream at the sight of the sea. The clear blue water of their fishing place all these time had acting strangely, moving against the wind and slowly retreated. It was running away from land, leaving bland deserted wet sand as the white waves retreated farther to the horizon. No such scene had been witnessed on that coast within the memory of the oldest living man in the village. Things those had never been seen before were making apparition; unfamiliar spaces of ribbed sand and reaches of weed-hung rock were left bare to their eyes as the waves retreated farther.
And all of sudden, the retreat stopped.
Yutaka tilted his head backwards, looking at the terrified villagers. “Run for your life.”
With that, he left, dropping his bloody sword to the ground as he walked to the deserted empty sea, determined to be the first to greet Akira. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked back, only to smile warily to the old woman. He turned around and hugged the old woman, kissing her forehead lovingly.
“Forgive me, Kaa-chan…”
“Yutaka NO!!!” She screamed but there was nothing she could do as Yuki had grabbed her from behind and tugged her away from there, dragging her to safety and leaving Yutaka behind.
The village was emptied almost in seconds, terrified villagers made the run of their life, running away from the sea though Yutaka had done the exact opposite. He walked to the coast, waiting calmly for the rage of the sea-the rage of Akira-as he stood there, waiting death to take him away and united him with his love.
When the water hit, the high waves of anger violently and mercilessly destroyed the village he had grown up in, all that he could felt was warmth and the old feeling of touching his Akira.
And he almost could hear the soft familiar voice calling his name.
Yutaka.
And he called back.
“Akira.”
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“KAI!! Wake up!!!”
The loud annoying voice caused him to shot out of his slumber and Kai immediately opened his eyes, one hand moved up to brush his shaggy dark bangs off his face as he stared (glared) at the pouting midget man.
“We’ve arrived, you sleepy head…,” Ruki scowled at Kai’s glare and tugged the older man up. “Come, come. I want to lie in bed quickly after that long bus ride~”
Kai snorted, he was still in daze of his sleep as he grudgingly grabbed his backpack and trailed after Ruki out of the crowded bus to gather with the rest of their group members outside the bus. They were chattering excitedly out there, their ever active cameraman, Aoi was already filming them and Kai quickly ducked out of the lenses’ range when Aoi wanted to film him.
“Aww…Come on, Kai! You always avoided the camera!!” Aoi pouted, trying hard to at least catch a glimpse of Kai’s face on tape.
“I don’t like cameras….,” Kai mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes tiredly.
There was a pat on his shoulder. “How long you didn’t get a good night sleep, Kai?” Their script writer and main researcher asked in concern as he rubbed Kai’s shoulder soothingly. “Last time it was two weeks straight of no night sleep for you…”
“I don’t know Uruha…Kinda since our exam ended…,” Kai replied tiredly, he was yawning a huge yawn.
“Since our exam ended??” Ruki stared at Kai in disbelief. “Dude, that was like almost a month ago! You need a doctor, bro!!”
“It’s useless. The dreams kept coming even if I ate dozens of drugs….,” Kai was still in his sleepy tired mode.
“That dream of Yutaka and Akira?” Aoi asked in concern, now has stopped filming.
“Yup.”
“Are you sure you didn’t know them?”
“Considering that it will be impossible for me to live in era that human sacrificial was a common thing, no, I didn’t know them…”
“But you kept getting that dream, man! It must have meanings!!”
“I don’t know…It’s sad, really…I don’t like it…”
“I’m sorry…,” Uruha apologized as he patted Kai’s shoulder. “I’m sorry but your dream of human sacrifices and sea god sounded good for our summer project. It was either that or we will stick with something lame like Bigfoot or aliens for our project…”
“Nawh…It’s okay…,” Kai shrugged him off and smiled a bit, flashing his dimple. “I was shocked a bit when you said that this town had a history that was almost the same like in my dreams….”
“Weird coincidence…,” Aoi giggled, now he had started to film again.
“I agree.” Kai smiled.
Ruki grinned at Kai.
Kai raised an eyebrow at the younger man. “What?”
“Maybe, you’re Yutaka and it was your destiny to return here~!” Ruki cheered gleefully.
The group laughed at his words except Kai who had snorted again.
Kai was about to throw his rather heavy backpack towards the giggling Ruki when there was a light caress of breeze on his cheek and simultaneously, he closed his eyes to the soothing breeze.
Yutaka.
Kai’s eyes snapped open at the voice.
“Akira?”
TBC…..
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A/n: Okay…I admit it…I can’t write this in one-shot. You win Larissa.
Enjoy your reading, readers! Oh. The title means Sea God.