Red Snow [Chapter 1]
Title : Red Snow
Author : Carrot
Rating : PG-13
Pairings : 2min
Genre : Angst, Romance.
Disclaimer : Boys =/= mine.
Warning: Related to Two Pulses And Red Sins. Can also be read without the one-shot.
Summary: Ixion was no longer a safe place. After they had taken over the town, citizens had no choice but to submit themselves to them. It was either you run from them, or join them. To cut it short, this is just a story of two boys who had better plans than to stick around and turn into one of them
A/N: I know, I know, I'm like the worst author ever ;____; And I'm sorry for that D: /gets shot by readers.
The streets of Ixion was as quiet as it always was. It's has been quiet ever since they started raiding the Celestial Province. Minho stood in a dark room, a gun in each hand, the silver gun glistening under the dim light. "Ready Minho?" a voice said from behind the glass barrier, separating the unknown person from the training room. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, a smirk played on his face as he heard the voice count down, from 3, 2, 1-
Bang!
And it all started. From left and right, dummies were popping up out of the darkness, daggers in their hands as they aimed for Minho. The dummies moved fast, probably because they were powered by electricity, but Minho was faster. The moment they launched themselves at him, Minho just dogded, with ease of course. He was always two steps ahead, the moment the dummy even moved, he knew where they'd aim for. For the next 2 minutes, all that went on in that room was just dodging and the dummies launching themselves at their acquired target. The man in glasses sighed, he's doing it again, he thought. "Minho-yah. This is no time to be playing around. What if you actually did in battle? You'd most probably be-,"
Bang!
Three down.
Bang!
Four down.
Bang!
Two down.
Just one more to go. For the fun of it, he only loaded the gun with 9 bullets, giving himself a challenge to defeat the last one. The last dummy stood at attention, it's dagger aiming for Minho. With no trouble, Minho ran towards the dummy, his legs clinging onto the dummy's shoulders as his right gun slapped the dagger out of it's hands. It was a blur and before he knew it, he had the said dagger plunged deep into the dummy's chest area, where the heart is.
Jumping high into the air, he landed on his two feet, aiming his gun at the fallen dummies, Minho smirked at his work, glancing at the man behind the glass barrier flinch in fright, seeing that all 10 dummies were down, a bullet in each head and a dagger in one's chest. "Stop worrying Jinki," Minho sneered. While I'm holding a gun in each hand, none of those bats are going to touch me anyway. They know what'll happen if they do,"
"R-Right," Jinki stuttered from behind the glass wall, checking the statistics on the computer screens below him. As always, Minho had outdone him self, shooting each dummy on the head with a 96% accuracy and also the dagger stabbed right into the heart of one. That would take some time to repair, Jinki sighed. With speed as fast as his and accuracy to even beat the best marksmen in the Celestial Province, Minho was a killing machine in the body of a 24 year old.
Minho got out of the room, the smell of gun powder staining his shirt as he sat down in front of a leaning Jinki, a clipboard with the latest statistics in his hand. "Ahh. Today's training was very good," he smiled, satisfied with Minho's work but moved on to complaining with the flaws in today's training. "Except your choice of have 'fun' with the dummies decreased your average speed from the last exercise-,"
Minho ignored him, droning out his monotonous voice. His mind wandering off to something else, or rather, a certain someone.
~Flashback~
"Taemin-ah! Order for table five," an middle-aged man said from behind the counter, wiping his hand on his apron after he gave his blonde haired son the tray will with all sorts of dishes. "And please, don't drop the tray like yesterday," he begged, hesitating to give his son the tray. Taemin pouted, hastily grabbing it from his father. "It was only once appa! Once! I won't do it again, I promise," he said, moving onto bringing it the customer's table.
It was a usually busy day at the Lee Inn especially in the kitchen. For some reason Ixion had a flood of visitors coming from all over the 7 cities. More visitors meant more business for them, but that also meant being overworked more often. "Aish. Today was a tiring day hyung," Taemin pouted again, his cheek coming in contact with the cold table. He was at Minho's house or to be specific, his attic. His attic was pretty small, but it was also the place him and Minho made a lot of memories. "There were a flood of customers coming in today! Before you can even catch a breath more customers come flying in!" he exeggerated, flailing his hands around as he sat up.
"You know you should take a day off or at least take a shift off if you're getting tired," Minho advised him, shining his father's guns before placing down on the same table Taemin's cheeks were.
"Aniyo! I can't! Appa, umma and Taesun need my help. Imagine if I wasn't there, that meant more work for them," he sulked. The sudden silence that came after was nowhere near awkward. The two have been around each other so often that it didn't matter if they talked to each other or not. "Yah. Why are you shining your appa's guns?" he asked, staring at his reflection that was shown on the shiny gun. Minho did a good job shining them, he thought. "I thought you never used them anymore after the last attack," he shuddered, remembering the sudden attack of blood suckers a few years ago.
"Don't know," he shrugged. "Although I heard from my appa that there's been a sighting of blood suckers downtown these past few nights,"
"Omo! Really? I thought after the attack, Queen Insoo banned them from going out of Nashira. Nobody was allowed in or out of the borders unless they had a special permit,"
"That's what I thought too but I also heard that there's been missing people all over town,"
"Really? That's just horrible hyung. And I thought it all ended all those years ago," Taemin sulked, feeling uncomfortable that this big city wasn't as safe as it was said to be.
Nashira was a country build and made for these blood suckers. It was build to keep them in and make sure they don't harm anyone outside the border. Taemin has never been to Nashira, but he heard it was a horrible place from the books he's read. People died there everyday, and he also heard that occasionally the government would send people there to be fed to them. There was a reason why it's called 'The City Of Blood,' and that's the reason why.
Taemin glanced at the clock, it was two hours before dusk, he had to get back home before it was dark. In the Celestial Province, no matter how safe a city is, it's never safe to go out at night. "Omo hyung! It's almost dusk. I really need to go now," he rushed, grabbing his stuff before walking down the stairs of Minho's home. It was a typical home of a soldier. It was neat, tidy and there sure were weapons everywhere. Name a weapon and you'd sure find it in the Choi household.
"Let me walk you home Taemin," Minho offered, grabbing the younger's hand as they walked down the stairs. "Thanks hyung," Taemin smiled gratefully, tightening his grip on his hyung's hand. The two felt a shock run up their spine the moment their fingers even touched. The two just ignored it, thinking it's because it's winter here and the heat is just getting to them. The 15 year old's cheeks flushed red, Taemin hastily wearing his shoes before stepping outside Minho's safe home. He liked it when he was around Minho. It felt all safe and warm, it made him happy.
But not this time. This time, he had a bad feeling something was going to happen to them. Something they'd never forget.
A/N: Please do comment <3 I love comments although you don't really have to. Just a simple '<3' is enough for me <3
Author : Carrot
Rating : PG-13
Pairings : 2min
Genre : Angst, Romance.
Disclaimer : Boys =/= mine.
Warning: Related to Two Pulses And Red Sins. Can also be read without the one-shot.
Summary: Ixion was no longer a safe place. After they had taken over the town, citizens had no choice but to submit themselves to them. It was either you run from them, or join them. To cut it short, this is just a story of two boys who had better plans than to stick around and turn into one of them
A/N: I know, I know, I'm like the worst author ever ;____; And I'm sorry for that D: /gets shot by readers.
The streets of Ixion was as quiet as it always was. It's has been quiet ever since they started raiding the Celestial Province. Minho stood in a dark room, a gun in each hand, the silver gun glistening under the dim light. "Ready Minho?" a voice said from behind the glass barrier, separating the unknown person from the training room. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, a smirk played on his face as he heard the voice count down, from 3, 2, 1-
Bang!
And it all started. From left and right, dummies were popping up out of the darkness, daggers in their hands as they aimed for Minho. The dummies moved fast, probably because they were powered by electricity, but Minho was faster. The moment they launched themselves at him, Minho just dogded, with ease of course. He was always two steps ahead, the moment the dummy even moved, he knew where they'd aim for. For the next 2 minutes, all that went on in that room was just dodging and the dummies launching themselves at their acquired target. The man in glasses sighed, he's doing it again, he thought. "Minho-yah. This is no time to be playing around. What if you actually did in battle? You'd most probably be-,"
Bang!
Three down.
Bang!
Four down.
Bang!
Two down.
Just one more to go. For the fun of it, he only loaded the gun with 9 bullets, giving himself a challenge to defeat the last one. The last dummy stood at attention, it's dagger aiming for Minho. With no trouble, Minho ran towards the dummy, his legs clinging onto the dummy's shoulders as his right gun slapped the dagger out of it's hands. It was a blur and before he knew it, he had the said dagger plunged deep into the dummy's chest area, where the heart is.
Jumping high into the air, he landed on his two feet, aiming his gun at the fallen dummies, Minho smirked at his work, glancing at the man behind the glass barrier flinch in fright, seeing that all 10 dummies were down, a bullet in each head and a dagger in one's chest. "Stop worrying Jinki," Minho sneered. While I'm holding a gun in each hand, none of those bats are going to touch me anyway. They know what'll happen if they do,"
"R-Right," Jinki stuttered from behind the glass wall, checking the statistics on the computer screens below him. As always, Minho had outdone him self, shooting each dummy on the head with a 96% accuracy and also the dagger stabbed right into the heart of one. That would take some time to repair, Jinki sighed. With speed as fast as his and accuracy to even beat the best marksmen in the Celestial Province, Minho was a killing machine in the body of a 24 year old.
Minho got out of the room, the smell of gun powder staining his shirt as he sat down in front of a leaning Jinki, a clipboard with the latest statistics in his hand. "Ahh. Today's training was very good," he smiled, satisfied with Minho's work but moved on to complaining with the flaws in today's training. "Except your choice of have 'fun' with the dummies decreased your average speed from the last exercise-,"
Minho ignored him, droning out his monotonous voice. His mind wandering off to something else, or rather, a certain someone.
~Flashback~
"Taemin-ah! Order for table five," an middle-aged man said from behind the counter, wiping his hand on his apron after he gave his blonde haired son the tray will with all sorts of dishes. "And please, don't drop the tray like yesterday," he begged, hesitating to give his son the tray. Taemin pouted, hastily grabbing it from his father. "It was only once appa! Once! I won't do it again, I promise," he said, moving onto bringing it the customer's table.
It was a usually busy day at the Lee Inn especially in the kitchen. For some reason Ixion had a flood of visitors coming from all over the 7 cities. More visitors meant more business for them, but that also meant being overworked more often. "Aish. Today was a tiring day hyung," Taemin pouted again, his cheek coming in contact with the cold table. He was at Minho's house or to be specific, his attic. His attic was pretty small, but it was also the place him and Minho made a lot of memories. "There were a flood of customers coming in today! Before you can even catch a breath more customers come flying in!" he exeggerated, flailing his hands around as he sat up.
"You know you should take a day off or at least take a shift off if you're getting tired," Minho advised him, shining his father's guns before placing down on the same table Taemin's cheeks were.
"Aniyo! I can't! Appa, umma and Taesun need my help. Imagine if I wasn't there, that meant more work for them," he sulked. The sudden silence that came after was nowhere near awkward. The two have been around each other so often that it didn't matter if they talked to each other or not. "Yah. Why are you shining your appa's guns?" he asked, staring at his reflection that was shown on the shiny gun. Minho did a good job shining them, he thought. "I thought you never used them anymore after the last attack," he shuddered, remembering the sudden attack of blood suckers a few years ago.
"Don't know," he shrugged. "Although I heard from my appa that there's been a sighting of blood suckers downtown these past few nights,"
"Omo! Really? I thought after the attack, Queen Insoo banned them from going out of Nashira. Nobody was allowed in or out of the borders unless they had a special permit,"
"That's what I thought too but I also heard that there's been missing people all over town,"
"Really? That's just horrible hyung. And I thought it all ended all those years ago," Taemin sulked, feeling uncomfortable that this big city wasn't as safe as it was said to be.
Nashira was a country build and made for these blood suckers. It was build to keep them in and make sure they don't harm anyone outside the border. Taemin has never been to Nashira, but he heard it was a horrible place from the books he's read. People died there everyday, and he also heard that occasionally the government would send people there to be fed to them. There was a reason why it's called 'The City Of Blood,' and that's the reason why.
Taemin glanced at the clock, it was two hours before dusk, he had to get back home before it was dark. In the Celestial Province, no matter how safe a city is, it's never safe to go out at night. "Omo hyung! It's almost dusk. I really need to go now," he rushed, grabbing his stuff before walking down the stairs of Minho's home. It was a typical home of a soldier. It was neat, tidy and there sure were weapons everywhere. Name a weapon and you'd sure find it in the Choi household.
"Let me walk you home Taemin," Minho offered, grabbing the younger's hand as they walked down the stairs. "Thanks hyung," Taemin smiled gratefully, tightening his grip on his hyung's hand. The two felt a shock run up their spine the moment their fingers even touched. The two just ignored it, thinking it's because it's winter here and the heat is just getting to them. The 15 year old's cheeks flushed red, Taemin hastily wearing his shoes before stepping outside Minho's safe home. He liked it when he was around Minho. It felt all safe and warm, it made him happy.
But not this time. This time, he had a bad feeling something was going to happen to them. Something they'd never forget.
A/N: Please do comment <3 I love comments although you don't really have to. Just a simple '<3' is enough for me <3