The Warrior Elite- Chapter 13

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Title: The Warrior Elite
Pairing: yunjae, other minor pairings 
Genre: Angst, Violence, Romance
Length: (13/?)
Rating: PG 13
Warning: Violence, con-consent., Dark themes, Attmepted Suicide

Summary: Yunho lives in a warrior tribe. Violence is no stranger, and wars are a constant thing in the everyday life. Jung yunho is the son of a powerful leader in the tribe what happens when a captured slave from another tribe is brought in the Yakata tribe?

Dedicated to abcdefghiluvyou i <3 you bb <3333



Previous:  (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (Chapter 4) (Chaper 5) ( Chapter 6) (Chapter 7) (Chapter 8) (Chapter 9) (Chapter 10) (Chapter 11a)


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The Warrior Elite
Chapter 13
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[RECAP]

“Jaejoong, please, stop. Kangsoo is de-” He wasn’t able to finish his sentence.

“Stop it! I told you to go away!”

“Let me-“ He was cut short again.

“WHY CAN’T YOU JUST GO AWAY?!” At that, he snapped.

[END RECAP]

It all happened so quickly that Yunho almost missed it. Before he knew it, his hand was raised back, smashing down hard on the soft flesh of the fifteen year old’s left cheek. He retrieved his hand as fast as he brought it down. Jaejoong’s crestfallen face caused him to look away, as he continued to explain.

“Kangsoo, is DEAD.” Yunho muttered, his eyes glued to the floor. He glanced up, sneaking a look at the smaller male. Jaejoong nodded slowly, before returning his gaze.

“Right,” his voice came out as a whisper, “I’m sorry… I-I know that I over-reacted. I mean… I shouldn’t even be afraid and try to protect my nonexistent purity anymore, right? But I guess you can never get used to things like that… n-no matter how hard you try.” Jaejoong’s eyes were sullen, his fingers fumbling with eachother. Yunho reached for the pale hands, trying to offer the meager amount of comfort he can give, urging the other to go on.

“Do you know how many times I woke up with some random person that I can’t even remember seeing? I feel like n-not EVEN one part of me is left, for myself,” He stopped to scowl to himself, “L-look at thi-s. Everything about me, is dirty and t-“ Yunho gripped the ivory skin of Jaejoong’s arms tightly, stopping him from carrying on the hurtful conversation.

“It’s not your fault.” His voice was controlled and grim. He was afraid of the direction the small boy was heading at. By no means could Yunho let the fragile soul to start blaming himself for the horrid happenings of his short life.

It was as if Jaejoong had been hanging off of a rope on the edge of a cliff all of his life. It scared Yunho to see him slipping down at such a fast rate right in front of him. He wanted to hold his arms out right underneath the light body to catch him. Let me be… you’re lifeline. Let me catch you when you fall, let me help you, pick yourself back up.

“Isn’t it?” Jaejoong asked. “If I wasn’t so weak and helpless all the time, maybe I would’ve been worth… putting back together.”

Let me be a part of your life.

“No, it’s not your fault. You are worth saving Jaejoong” Right after he said it, Yunho felt confused. He didn’t know why he was so concerned about someone he had met not too long ago. However, he understood that what he felt for the teen, was beyond what he felt for others.

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“W-will you- will you tell me who my b-brother is?”

Mr. Choi stared at Yoochun for a moment before speaking up. Although it was only moments before the old man spoke, Yoochun could feel himself tensing, anticipating the words with itchy palms, and a sweaty neck.

“He was a pretty little boy, that brother of yours. Why, I almost mistook him for a girl the first time I met him.” Yoochun’s mind was in the clouds. The mere description of his brother was bringing him to tears. He needed to see his only family as soon as possible.

“Wh-what was his name?” Yoochun asks, desperate to find out his brother's name.

“His name?” Yoochun nodded furiously.

“I can’t remember, my boy. This old brain is far too fried to recall that.”

“I see…” Yoochun’s voice was dripping with disappointment. He wasn’t sure if he would ever find his brother. No one has been helpful enough so far, and the disappointment was taking a toll on his spirit.

“But, I think I’ve seen him around the town lately. Strangely enough, I could swear on my parent’s grave that it IS in fact him… His face has not changed since the last time he was with your family.” The old man said thoughtfully, raising Yoochun’s hopes of finding the missing family member once more. “If I were to see him up close, I would surely recognize him.”

Yoochun nodded, his brain soaking up the information. He just didn’t know how he could possibly find the person Mr. Choi was talking about. Many people lived in their tribe/ town, and the chances of him picking out a single person dwindled close to none.

“Are you sure you would recognize him, Mr. Choi? I mean… It’s been a few years since you saw him last, isn’t that correct?” He couldn’t help it, but doubt was the only that plagued his mind now-a-days.

“It is, my boy. But surely I would be able to identify my own god-son, would I not?” The old man’s confidence seemed to rub off on Yoochun, and soon he found himself determined. He nodded to himself, standing up to leave.

“Thank you so much Ajussi.” And with that, he left to find the only close family he had.

All he had to do, is find someone around his age who is pretty enough to be a girl. The thought amused him. What could he say, the man said he mistook his brother for a girl the first time he met him.

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A/N: IMPORTANT! : the time period of this fic is undetermined. If anyone has watched ranma ½ before, the time period is like that. It has a strange mixture of martial arts, old myths, swords, and TV, and radio and other stuff like that. Im sorry for the confusion!!!

Yunho was sitting by the steps leading to the gates of the house as he awaited the raven haired boy to finish up with his morning meal. It brought pain to him when he realized that he had probably been starved prior to this morning. Yunho could tell just by the small amounts that Jaejoong scarffed down that he was still not used to proper sized meals.

Who knew what, or whether they fed him or not in the god awful former mansion, which was now reduced to merely a pile of burnt rubbish. Yunho took pleasure in knowing that Kangsoo had died the worst possible death of all. Burning to death. Although he never wished death to anyone, he was sure that Kangsoo had been some kind of demon. And it was certainly not only because of his wicked ways with Jaejoong. He had heard from some of his former maides and servants that he tortured everyone he captured from other towns and tribes.

His words had been absolute and everyone had been terrified at the thought of what would become of them if they defied the crazy man. At some point, Yunho hoped to ask Jaejoong about Kangsoo and what he had exactly done. It would help the fifteen year old as well since instead of bottling everything up, he would be emptying his heart out.

A soft shuffling behind Yunho signified the presence of the pale boy. Yunho turned around, smiling as his eyes confirmed the thought. He stood up, taking the frail arms into his strong ones.

Jaejoong was still wounded badly from the night before. Yunho in a way admired his strength. He wasn’t sure whether he would even consider walking around if things that horrifying had happened to him.

“Hi Jaejoong” Yunho spoke softly, smiling as he lightly patted the said man on the head. He felt his heart lift as he received a rewarding smile. However, he was not fooled. The brief gesture did not side-track him from the pained look in Jaejoong’s eyes. He was in obvious pain, and Yunho could swear he saw a thin layer of sweat on the short male’s forehead.

“Hello.” Jaejoong’s words were short and polite. Or they were rather guarded, Yunho decided. He had not been able to get Jaejoong to talk ever since the revealing conversation that had taken place only the night before, after he successfully saved him.

“Are you ready?” Yunho’s strong voice rang out. Yunho observed carefully as Jaejoong nodded. He was sure that he would’ve missed it if he had not been looking at the pale boy. However, the nod did not satisfy him. Yunho was worried about how ready Jaejoong was.

His wounds were still fresh and the bandages around his frail body still needed the outmost care and rapid changing. He was still upset over their talk earlier that day. Jaejoong had forbid, and begged him to not take him to the medical tent they had available in their town/ tribe. Yunho had no idea why but he tried his best to respect is wishes.

“Are you sure,” Jaejoong was on the brink of speaking when Yunho cut him off, “Jaejoong, I don’t know if your body can take the strain of walking. I mean, your wounds are still open, and have not been treated properly!” With that, Yunho caught the slightly upset look thrown at him from Jaejoong.

“I’m sure Yunho-ssi. I need to see Changmin.” Yunho grunted under his breath. He had somehow managed to crumble the fragile bridge that had formed between them. Yunho prayed to god that Jaejoong was not back to formal-talk. In any case, He nodded back stiffly, a forced smile finding its way to his facial muscles.

“Alright, let’s go then… I guess.” His hand was gripping a frail arm tightly, supporting most of the boy’s meager weight.

Yunho watched Jaejoong from the corner of his eyes as they found their way towards Yoochun’s house. Donghae and Changmin had stayed with Yoochun, while Jaejoong and Hankyung had stayed with him. Hankyung however had left early morning to buy essentials, food, plus borrow medical supplies from the medical tent located at the center of their village.

Jaejoong was limping badly, as much as the short boy refused to believe, and a pale hand was already gripping tightly onto him, even though they were hardly a quarter of the way to Yoochun’s dwelling.

As the pair passed through the village marketplace, the slow couple received weird stares as they walked towards Yoochun’s place. He could hear Jaejoong’s ragged breathing, and when he looked down, he could see the small form sweating. Yunho was about to speak when Jaejoong’s grip on him weakened, his body crumpling to the ground, reducing into nothing more than a panting, exhausted mess.

Yunho could immediately tell that he was a minute away from passing out. He quickly bent down, forcing his mouth stay shut. He was angry at Jaejoong for not listening to him. He was angry that the boy refused to get treated in at their medical tent. But he was mostly angry at himself for not being able to protect the boy.

His eyes however softened when he stared down at the quivering form. He brushed the loose strands of black silk away from Jaejoong’s tired face. His arm slipped under the limp neck, his other arm going under the light knees as he gently stood up, cradling Jaejoong close to his chest.

Yunho ignored the points and stares as he looked down at the pale face. A light frown colored his features when he realized that Jaejoong was out cold. Probably from the pain, he added bitterly. Yunho looked closely at the delicate face, his heart fluttering away in his chest. He used the hand which had been supporting Jaejoong’s head to caress his cheek.

Yunho brought the lolling head up under his chin, his hand covering the boy’s face, protecting the silky skin from the burning sun. He smiled a bit as he brought his lips down to press a soft kiss to the side of the lifeless temple. He looked up, continuing his journey to his destination.

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The door snapped open, revealing Changmin’s cheery face. Yunho was relieved that the younger man was doing okay.

“Hey Changmin.” Yunho dropped the formality, smiling at the confused taller boy. He knew that his visit was surprising but he would explain later.

“Hi Yunho-ss… err, Yunho.” Changmin looked questioningly at Jaejoong’s unconscious form in his arms. He pointed his finger at him as he spoke up, “Is…is… I mean… Yoochun is kinda, gone. He left to do something important. Did you need to see him?”

“Oh, no. Actually, we,” Yunho looked down at Jaejoong, “are here to see you. Jaejoong was insisting that he wanted to see you. I told him that we’d come later and that he was still hurt, but he didn’t listen.” Yunho frowned, at the thought. Changmin scoot back as he entered. He set Jaejoong on the cushions, as he and Changmin sat next to him. Yunho placed his hand on jaejoong’s forehead. Minutes later, the glassy dark eyes fluttered open as he attempted to sit up. Changmin and Yunho helped him lean back to the wall. Yunho watched with a pounding heart as everything unfolds before him.

“Changmin-ah.” Jaejoong smiled brightly, as he threw his arms around Changmin’s neck. The tall boy was rather taken aback by the shorter male’s actions, but smiled happily nevertheless, his arms gently settling around Jaejoong’s waist.

He was genuinely glad that the small boy was finally safe, and away from harm. He tightened his hold a bit as he thought back to the awful days that they had spent in the burnt mansion. He extracted himself from the hug as he stared at the beautiful boy.

Jaejoong brought his hands up to cup Changmin’s cheek.

“Changmin-ah, thank you for helping me… when we were i-in that place…” Jaejoong smiled warmly. His dark orbs closed, his body leaning forward as he set a soft delicate kiss on Changmin’s cheek.

~TBC~

A/N: HEEEEEYYYY! Who missed me?? Lol just kidding xD but wow, although nothing action wise took place in this chapter, some emotional crap went on right??? What did you guys think about the YUNJAE xD I love sweet!yunho <3
OMFG, I wasn’t even planning to have JAEMIN in here!!!!! Holy shit man!!!
I’m kinda leaning towards jaemin right now…. Will anyone hate me if I turn this into JaeMin????*gets shot* LOL just kidding kidding kidding!!!!!!

I was going to have a battle scene in this chapter but im not good at that so imma get to that later :)
P.S. SORRY FOR THE LACK OF JUNSU!!!! I’ll get to him in the next chapter ^^

Thank you SOOOO much for reading *haggles* I love you guys :P
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