From the Soul to the Song - Verse Twelve
AN: Here is a blizzard present for you all! (It is really snowy here...)But I'll say more about that at the end. It's finally time to reveal weapons! I have some images for you all. I link them here and again at the bottom so you can find them easily. Don't spoil the surprise and look at them early! ^_^ (Some of the pictures show more then one weapon so make sure you pay attention to the name of the one I was thinking of. Not everyone has a picture for their weapon.)
Kibum's - Griffin
Eunhyuk's - Kitsune Yuki
Ryeowook's
Zhou mi's
Kyuhyun's
From the Soul to the Song
Verse Twelve
“Alright! You’ve had just under two weeks to contemplate weapon choices. Let’s see what you all have come up with. First let’s just begin by connecting your Songs,” Chanita declared after she had gathered all of Super Junior into her training room one afternoon.
Heechul sighed and snatched Siwon’s hand so he could pull in the Song from both of his Singers. Siwon and Hankyung sang a few notes quietly and then fell silent. A few moments later both were holding their swords and Heechul had a large scythe in his hand.
“Heechul, we have had this conversation,” Chanita scowled as she made her way over to him.
“Show off,” Kyuhyun muttered under his breath. Sungmin grinned and grabbed one of Kyuhyun’s hands while Shindong grabbed the other.
“So let’s show them up,” Sungmin suggested.
Kyuhyun nodded and his Singers began to sing. It was becoming much easier to feel their Song the moment they were touching and singing and even easier to pull it in to himself.
Around them the rest of the teams were connecting as well. Some connected to their Singers with complete ease such as Yesung and Kangin. Donghae didn’t seem to have too much trouble either. However the moment he had established the connection he blushed crimson, dropped Kibum and Eunhyuk’s hands and took a step backwards. Leeteuk shot him a questioning look but was stopped from asking anything by Chanita calling them back to order.
“Fine Heechul, I am not responsible when you lose a limb,” she threw up her hands and turned to face the rest of the group. “Well done everyone. Now go ahead and materialize your weapons. Weavers don’t be afraid to go with what your gut is telling you.”
Kyuhyun nodded and closed his eyes. He tried to picture what he thought would be good for both Sungmin and Shindong. Frustrated, he found that he had no idea what to create for them. Instead he pulled the power from their Songs and pushed it back out while thinking that it needed to form into weapons for his team.
When he heard Shindong’s exclamation of surprise, Kyuhyun stopped forcing out the power and opened his eyes. Shindong had wrapping around both elbows and his knees. The substance appeared to be metal and jointed for easy movement. There were swirling designs etched in gold onto the surface of the metal. On the ones covering his elbows three small curved blades curled up creating the illusion that his elbow had claws. Kyuhyun winced at his creation. How could his brain have created something like that?
Shindong poked at one of the blades and then drew his finger back as the blade pricked skin and drew blood. “Wicked!” he exclaimed with a laugh.
Beside him Sungmin was grinning. In each hand he held a fan decorated in swirling patterns of blue. Instead of being made out of wood or paper, it was made with blades of metal that allowed it to open and close much like a real fan. Sungmin flicked his wrists and the fans opened with a slight hissing sound. He expertly sliced them through the air, his grin widening at the sound it made.
“Well done, Kyuhyun,” Chanita congratulated him. “Now yours.”
To Kyuhyun, making a weapon for himself was easy. He knew what he wanted and formed the picture into his mind before weaving the power inside him. Fingerless gloves slowly began to form at his wrist and run down to the first knuckle. They were deep blue in color with lighter swirls and patterns on them, much like Sungmin’s fans. Once they had fully formed he lifted his palms. Above them wind began to spin a circular motion, stirring his hair and clothing.
After balancing spinning disks of nothing but pure air on his hands for a few moments, the wind flashed and solidified into two spinning chakrams, one above each palm. Kyuhyun carried his hands out and to the side, weaving the wind to keep the disks spinning just above his hands. Once both hands were down by his side, he let go of his control of the wind and grabbed the chakram with his hands, stopping their spin.
“That was flashy,” Sungmin said with a smirk.
“Not as cool as them appearing in a flash of flames like someone can do, but this will work well enough,” Kyuhyun returned Sungmin’s smirk, rather proud of himself.
“Well done. Now you should get used to using your weapons,” Chanita told them before she moved onto the next group.
The next group she walked up to was the Spirit group lead by Yesung. The man was holding an elegant looking katana, still in its sheath. Zhou mi, had a long curved sword with inscriptions running down the blade. He was laughing and pointing at Ryeowook who looked irritated that the Chinese man couldn’t stop laughing long enough to articulate what was so funny.
In one hand Ryeowook held a longbow. On his back, safely tucked into their sheaths, were two slightly curved knifes. There were no arrows anywhere to be seen but Chanita suspected that Yesung would take care of that when needed.
“What is so funny,” Ryeowook asked, narrowing his eyes at Zhou mi.
“Your,” Zhou mi gasped out, “ears!” He couldn’t manage another word before he dissolved into giggles once more.
“What about them?” Ryeowook lifted his free hand and ran it along his ear. When his hand came to the top of them his eyes widened. There, where a nice round human curve should be, was a sharp point. Ryeowook spun to face Yesung who was inspecting his sword. “Yesung! What is this!?”
Yesung glance up to see Ryeowook pointing at his elongated ear. “An ear?” he answered.
Ryeowook glared. “I know that! Why is it pointed?!”
Yesung shrugged. “I was going to give you long blond hair too, but I thought you might freak out about that.”
“You look like Legolas!” Zhou mi gasped out.
Ryeowook spun to face him and glared. “Yes well at least I have a man’s weaponry. I believe that is Arwen’s sword you are holding.” His words caused Zhou mi to fall into a puzzled state in which he studied his blade to determine the truth of Ryeowook’s words.
“Take them back,” Ryeowook demanded.
Chanita smiled and called, “Good job boys,” before she slipped from that group to the next one. No need to try to solve all of their problems.
She moved on to Kangin who was curling and uncurling his metal clad fist and Leeteuk who was spinning and playing with a pair of Sais. Since both seemed content to explore their new weapons, she sent them a nod and moved to the final group.
Kibum was spinning and practicing using an identical pair of short knives. The handle had holes for his fingers and he was gripping it so that the blade was held in the opposite was of how a sword would be held. On the metal around his fingers were sharp spikes giving him protection should he choose to punch his fist. The blade curled out away from his body and came to a razor sharp point.
Beside him Eunhyuk was holding a pair of daggers, the blades of which were blue and carried an intricate design etched in a frosted version of the same color. “I don’t even think I can use these,” he said sadly.
Kibum stopped his motions and put a reassuring hand on Eunhyuk’s back, careful to keep his own blade from the man. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.” Eunhyuk nodded but avoid meeting the other mans eyes.
Standing to the side of them, Donghae was playing with what appeared to be a simple blue wire.
“Hey Donghae!” Shindong called. “What are you going to do? Tie them to their death?” he laughed.
Donghae grinned. “Nope I saw a movie once where they went like this,” he mimed wrapping the wire around someone’s neck. “And then you do this!” he jerked his hands to opposite sides so that the loop grew smaller and smaller until the wire passed beneath itself and came unwound completely. “And it cuts their head off,” he declared proudly.
“Ok from now on I screen all movies before you watch them,” Leeteuk stated firmly. “There will be no more killing movies.”
“Aw come on. The movie was awesome! Wasn’t it Eunhyuk?” the man in question nodded his agreement to Donghae. “See.”
Chanita clapped her hands to call them back to attention. “Ok. That is all I have for you all today. I’m going to be working with your friends tonight so you have the rest of the evening off. Enjoy it.” With that said she turned and moved to her weapon wall.
From experience, Super Junior knew that any stragglers left in the room would be asked to join a sparring match by Chanita and would end up walking out three hours later bruised and sore. They had seen it happen once to Sungmin and no one wanted to personally have that experience. With the fear in the back of their minds, there was mass shuffling as they banished weapons and dissolved connections while fleeing the room.
“Hey Heechul,” Donghae said softly as he grabbed the man’s arm just outside the practice room. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure,” the man replied, giving Donghae a suspicious look.
“Alone,” Donghae requested shooting a meaningful glance at Hankyung who was walking right beside Heechul.
“I’ll help Ryeowook make dinner,” Hankyung said casually, saving Heechul the trouble of deciding if he wanted to send him away or just tell Donghae to suck it up.
“Fine,” Heechul nearly pouted as Hankyung quickened his pace to join the rest of Super Junior, leaving Donghae and Heechul trailing behind. “What?”
“Well I,” Donghae released Heechul’s arm and swallowed nervously. Now that he had a chance to ask his question he wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
“Spit it out,” Heechul prompted.
Donghae took a breath, “IwantedtoknowhowyoudeltwithHankyungwantingyoueverytime youconnected.”
Heechul blinked, “What?”
“You know how we can feel our relationship with our Singers every time we connect?”
“Yes,” Heechul responded raising an eyebrow. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
“Well what did you do when Hankyung’s Song started to feel sexual as well as close friendship?”
“Had sex with him?” Heechul answered. He was filled with satisfaction when Donghae’s face went from pale pink to bright red. “Then again,” Heechul continued. “That sort of just made it worse because I knew what sex with him was like and that feeling didn’t go away.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” Donghae asked meekly.
Heechul shrugged. “Deal with it or jump whoever it is. It gets easier to ignore the more you feel it.” Donghae nodded hesitantly.
“So,” Heechul slung an arm around Donghae’s shoulder. “Which one of them is hot for you?”
Donghae made a half strangled noise and remained silent. Heechul was unperturbed. “Is it Kibum?” he asked watching for a reaction. Nothing. “Eunhyuk?” Nothing. “Both?” There was a telling flinch and a slight deepening to the red in Donghae’s face. “Donghae you sly dog! Both of them?”
“Shut up,” Donghae muttered. He knew he should have talked to Hankyung instead.
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Dinner that night was a relaxing affair, as most had been the past two weeks. Jaejoong had shared the majority of his spices with their dorm after Shindong, Sungmin, and Eunhyuk had begged him to save their taste buds from the strangeness of foreign food. He had relented and put some of his spices into Leeteuk’s care. Now every night whoever was cooking made an effort to incorporate at least some normal flavor into their food.
Most nights Ryeowook or Hankyung took charge of cooking. Often it was a combination of both. If they were having their friends over for dinner then Jaejoong would take control of the kitchen and kick out anyone he was not satisfied with.
After the first week in Sanctuary, Leeteuk had declared their dorm a “Song free zone.” This meant that there was no Weaving, Spinning, Playing or otherwise using a Song allowed in any part of the dorm. Everyone was fairly certain that this decision had to do with the water fight Donghae had unfairly started and the fact that Heechul had nearly burned down half of the dorm in retaliation. Now, any use had to be passed by Leeteuk. He insisted that it was good practice for when they returned to Earth since they wouldn’t be able to use their Songs often at all.
Somewhere during the first few weeks, someone had found several decks of cards. It was becoming a tradition to play some sort of card game, if not as a group then in smaller groups. Tonight Heechul was sprawled out across Hankyung’s lap, having given up pretending not to be in a relationship a week and a half ago. Any cat calls of “get a room” or anything along those lines was usually met with an obscene gesture and a burst of flame, despite the dorm rules. They, with Siwon, were playing a game of cards made even more interesting since Heechul’s position gave Hankyung a clear view of his hand. For a reason that no one could really guess, Siwon was constantly with them.
In fact, if Super Junior had been paying attention, they would have noticed that they were spending more and more time with the people on their team and less as a group. Often, one or more teams would play some sort of game themselves, or simply excuse themselves to somewhere else.
Kyuhyun, Sungmin and Shindong had moved to the living room to continue their ongoing battle on the video game system. No one was sure where the game had come from but no one was going to question it either.
Leeteuk would spend time fussing over the members, where they were, what they were doing, how their day had been, until Kangin would grab him and pull him down to relax. Tonight he had dragged their leader out to the living room right after dinner. Kangin had ignored all protest and simply shoved Leeteuk onto the couch and settled with him to watch “the kids”, as Kangin called them, play their video games.
Yesung had taken a liking to being outside for several hours before bed. He would lie in the soft grass on his back and stare up at the stars. Ryeowook would sit beside him with a notebook on his lap and a tiny ball of white light floating just above the page. Yesung had made the light for him one night when he had caught Ryeowook squinting at his paper. Now he simple created one for him every time they came outside. No one knew what Ryeowook wrote in his notebooks and no one was willing to steal them to find out.
Zhou mi typically joined them out on the grass. Sometimes he would sit and look at the stars with Yesung. Other times he would pull Henry outside with them and ask him to play for them or even teach him a thing or two.
Since everyone had drifted to their normal nightly activities or was otherwise occupied, Kibum had been pulled into Heechul’s card game and Eunhyuk had been claimed by video games, Donghae stood and stretched. Maybe he would find something to do in his room. Then again it would be just as nice to get some early rest. It was exhausting, feeling what he did from his Singers every time they connected.
He lazily walked into his room and flopped onto the bed. Donghae flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. It was somewhat boring to be essentially useless without having Kibum or Eunhyuk near. He had a bit of power stored in his necklace but he wanted to save that for an emergency. Now that they had much slower schedules, he found himself growing bored and wanting to go back to the days where he only got three hours of sleep if he was lucky.
Sighing Donghae rolled off the bed and crossed the room to his stereo. He pressed a few buttons and loaded up one of their songs. The first few notes for ‘Sorry Sorry’ began to play and he stepped into the cleared area of his room and began to dance. Lately he had taken to dancing their dances just to be sure he wouldn’t forget. If he was honest with himself, he missed the dancing and performing more than anything.
The song was just ending when his door opened and Eunhyuk slipped into his room. “Hey,” the other man said with a smile. “What are you up to?”
“Dancing. Do you wanna dance our concert version of Don’t Don with me? We should probably stay in practice,” Donghae asked.
Eunhyuk’s eyes lit up. After all of the things that he was having trouble doing here, he was excited to do something that he knew he could do well. “Sure,” he agreed eagerly. He pulled his sweater off and tossed it on the bed, leaving him in a white undershirt. Donghae grinned and fiddled with the stereo and cued up the song.
Then he hurried to one corner of his room and Eunhyuk took the other. As long as they didn’t make as big of movements as normal they would have room to perform their dance. The music started and both he and Eunhyuk moved into action. Neither one could keep the grin off of their face. It felt incredibly good to be doing something familiar and normal again.
It wasn’t until they were almost to the part where they were going to mock fight, that Donghae realized he had a problem. He wasn’t touching Eunhyuk in any way, yet he could hear the quiet murmur of his Song beckoning him just out of range. It was an intoxicating feeling and Donghae found himself unable to ignore it.
When Eunhyuk stepped up to him so that they could shove each other apart, Donghae curled his fingers in the other man’s shirt and jerked him close. He pressed his lips to Eunhyuk’s swallowing the startled gasp from the other man. Despite his surprise, Eunhyuk quickly adjusted to the kiss and eagerly returned it.
“I thought,” Eunhyuk gasped as Donghae began painting his neck with kisses, “we were supposed to be practicing.”
“I can hear your Song,” Donghae murmured against his skin. “It wants me.”
Eunhyuk’s eyes widened, “I…”
“You want me,” Donghae breathed, his fingers teasing the skin of Eunhyuk’s back.
The other man arched closer and grasped Donghae’s head with both hands pulling him away from his neck. He looked at the other man and was surprised to find Donghae’s eyes as passion filled. “I do want you,” he agreed softly. He held Donghae’s head still as the other man tried to lean forward again. Donghae scowled. “Have you told Kibum.”
“I,” the other man averted his eyes guiltily. “No.”
“Donghae,” Eunhyuk said sharply, pulling away.
“I can’t Eunhyuk,” Donghae said quickly. “He wants me too. I can feel it. How am I supposed to choose?”
“So for the past week you have been making out with me and with him?” Eunhyuk accused.
“Yes,” Donghae admitted guiltily. “Eunhyuk, don’t make me choose between my two best friends.” His eyes were suddenly filled with such sadness that Eunhyuk had to sigh.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Donghae. “I won’t make you choose, but I feel like I’ll never be enough for you because you keep going to him.”
“It’s not like that,” Donghae said quietly and he wiggled his fingers beneath the fabric of Eunhyuk’s shirt. “You feel warm and damp, like steam. He feels cool and crisp kinda like snow. I can’t really describe it but you both feel different. I feel like I need both of you.”
Eunhyuk sighed. “You do need both of us. We are both your Singers.”
Donghae shook his head. “Not like that. I need you to be with me.”
Eunhyuk looked worried. “Donghae you don’t sound like yourself.”
“I know,” he murmured. “I,” he paused, “I think it might be my element or our Songs or something. Just please.”
“Ok,” he ran his hands up Donghae’s back and the other man seemed to melt into him. Carefully Eunhyuk backed Donghae to the bed and pressed him back onto the soft surface. He quickly followed covering Donghae’s body with his own.
Donghae sighed in contentment, and slid one hand down the back of Eunhyuk’s pants, causing the man to gasp. “Need you,” Donghae groaned rocking his hips up into Eunhyuk’s. Tired of resisting, Eunhyuk leaned down and pressed their lips together as their music echoed in the background.
They had barely begun kissing when the door opened and Kibum walked into the room. “Donghae do you-“ his sentence fell short as his eyes took in the men spread across the bed.
Eunhyuk pulled away quickly and jumped to his feet. “I can explain! You see we were-“ he didn’t get a chance to finish. Kibum crossed the room in two short strides and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Using his hold he nearly jerked Eunhyuk off his feet and slammed him into the wall. “How long?” Kibum demanding, slamming his free hand into the wall beside Eunhyuk’s head.
The other man flinched. “A week,” he said meekly.
“So,” Kibum gave a slightly frightening smirk. “Little Donghae has been fooling around with us both. Did you know that?” Eunhyuk gulped and nodded. Kibum opened his mouth to say more when he felt a body pressed to his back.
“Kibum,” Donghae’s voice said lowly into his ear. “I’m glad you’re here. Now Eunhyuk can make me hot and you can cool me off.”
Kibum gave Eunhyuk a look. “Why is he acting like he is drunk?”
“I don’t know,” Eunhyuk answered honestly. “He says he needs us both and that we are different. I think maybe that since his element is water he is more drawn to feeling emotions.”
“Empathy,” Kibum said absently.
“Yeah that. He said he can feel that we want him. Maybe what he is feeling from us is too much. Maybe he is overloaded on all sorts of sensations.”
Kibum blinked and then frowned as Donghae wiggled and practically purred against his back. “How did you figure that out?”
“I read it once in a fantasy novel,” Eunhyuk admitted.
“I think we need to revise the type of literature you can read. That sounds like it was a dirty book,” Kibum accused.
Eunhyuk blushed. “It was.”
“Need you,” Donghae moaned from behind Kibum.
Kibum sighed. “Let’s take care of him then we will continue this argument.” He waited until Eunhyuk nodded and before releasing his shirt and turning. As soon as he did Donghae molded himself against his chest and began kissing any bit of skin he could reach. “Ok fishy, let’s take care of you.”
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Two hours later Donghae made a contented noise as he pressed his body against Kibum and tugged Eunhyuk tighter on his other side. “Thanks,” he said softly.
“Are you sober now?” Kibum asked.
Donghae scowled and hit him lightly on the chest. “I wasn’t drunk, it was just too much or something.”
“Too much?”
“Too much emotion. I could feel it all so strongly and I guess I just got caught up in it.”
“Told you,” Eunhyuk said proudly, nuzzling into Donghae’s neck.
“You shut up,” Kibum said but with only half seriousness behind it.
They were silent for a moment. “Kibum?” Donghae asked hesitantly.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to make me choose?”
A sigh. “No Hae. I won’t make you choose,” he leaned in and kissed Donghae’s forehead lightly. “We’ll learn how to share with each other.”
“Thanks,” Donghae said softly.
“Hey guys,” Siwon’s voice came from the doorway. “Yesung said he felt a surge in your Songs and wanted me to check and see if -“ he stuck his head in the door and his eyes located the three members who were laying completely nude on the bed in a tangle of limbs. It didn’t take much for him to figure out what had been happening. Kibum had an amused smirk on his face. Donghae looked halfway between embarrassment and laugher. Eunhyuk had his face buried in Donghae’s shoulder from embarrassment.
Siwon blushed, closed his eyes tightly and spun so that his back was to them. “Uh I was told to come see if you all were alright but I think you are,” he said hurriedly.
“I think we are doing fantastic,” Kibum said lazily.
“Great then. I’ll go let everyone know,” he walked forward and let the door shut behind him. Despite the door, they could still hear him mutter, “This place is turning all my friends gay,” before his voice faded down the hall.
Kibum chuckled lightly. “We need to lay some ground rules about locking doors, our relationship, and sex in general.”
“Tomorrow?” Donghae asked hopefully.
“Alright tomorrow,” Kibum agreed.
Donghae made a happy noise and felt Eunhyuk smile into his shoulder. “Night Hyukjae. Night Kibum.”
“Night Donghae,” the two of them echoed together. Kibum reached up and flicked off the lights.
The three lay together in silence for a few moments before Donghae’s voice rang out, “Does anyone know where all of my blankets went?”
Refrain Two
Masterlist
AN2: And there you have it everyone! Thanks for being patient while I was dealing with some killer projects and papers and whatnot. *cries* There is so much icky white stuff where I live (also known as snow). So of you readers are lucky and live in warm summer like areas at the moment. Time for me to vacation! *is sad she is to broke to do so*. Anyway this chapter is unbetaed except by your truly because my poor beta's soul has been eaten by her school and she hasn't quite found it yet. Fighting Fangirl!
Here is the promised list of weapons again:
Kibum's - Griffin
Eunhyuk's - Kitsune Yuki
Ryeowook's
Zhou mi's
Kyuhyun's
What do you think about everyone's weapons? And what about the KiEunHae (or however you write that). Did anyone see it coming? Thanks for all the love you have been giving this baby so far. I really appreciate it!
Kibum's - Griffin
Eunhyuk's - Kitsune Yuki
Ryeowook's
Zhou mi's
Kyuhyun's
From the Soul to the Song
Verse Twelve
“Alright! You’ve had just under two weeks to contemplate weapon choices. Let’s see what you all have come up with. First let’s just begin by connecting your Songs,” Chanita declared after she had gathered all of Super Junior into her training room one afternoon.
Heechul sighed and snatched Siwon’s hand so he could pull in the Song from both of his Singers. Siwon and Hankyung sang a few notes quietly and then fell silent. A few moments later both were holding their swords and Heechul had a large scythe in his hand.
“Heechul, we have had this conversation,” Chanita scowled as she made her way over to him.
“Show off,” Kyuhyun muttered under his breath. Sungmin grinned and grabbed one of Kyuhyun’s hands while Shindong grabbed the other.
“So let’s show them up,” Sungmin suggested.
Kyuhyun nodded and his Singers began to sing. It was becoming much easier to feel their Song the moment they were touching and singing and even easier to pull it in to himself.
Around them the rest of the teams were connecting as well. Some connected to their Singers with complete ease such as Yesung and Kangin. Donghae didn’t seem to have too much trouble either. However the moment he had established the connection he blushed crimson, dropped Kibum and Eunhyuk’s hands and took a step backwards. Leeteuk shot him a questioning look but was stopped from asking anything by Chanita calling them back to order.
“Fine Heechul, I am not responsible when you lose a limb,” she threw up her hands and turned to face the rest of the group. “Well done everyone. Now go ahead and materialize your weapons. Weavers don’t be afraid to go with what your gut is telling you.”
Kyuhyun nodded and closed his eyes. He tried to picture what he thought would be good for both Sungmin and Shindong. Frustrated, he found that he had no idea what to create for them. Instead he pulled the power from their Songs and pushed it back out while thinking that it needed to form into weapons for his team.
When he heard Shindong’s exclamation of surprise, Kyuhyun stopped forcing out the power and opened his eyes. Shindong had wrapping around both elbows and his knees. The substance appeared to be metal and jointed for easy movement. There were swirling designs etched in gold onto the surface of the metal. On the ones covering his elbows three small curved blades curled up creating the illusion that his elbow had claws. Kyuhyun winced at his creation. How could his brain have created something like that?
Shindong poked at one of the blades and then drew his finger back as the blade pricked skin and drew blood. “Wicked!” he exclaimed with a laugh.
Beside him Sungmin was grinning. In each hand he held a fan decorated in swirling patterns of blue. Instead of being made out of wood or paper, it was made with blades of metal that allowed it to open and close much like a real fan. Sungmin flicked his wrists and the fans opened with a slight hissing sound. He expertly sliced them through the air, his grin widening at the sound it made.
“Well done, Kyuhyun,” Chanita congratulated him. “Now yours.”
To Kyuhyun, making a weapon for himself was easy. He knew what he wanted and formed the picture into his mind before weaving the power inside him. Fingerless gloves slowly began to form at his wrist and run down to the first knuckle. They were deep blue in color with lighter swirls and patterns on them, much like Sungmin’s fans. Once they had fully formed he lifted his palms. Above them wind began to spin a circular motion, stirring his hair and clothing.
After balancing spinning disks of nothing but pure air on his hands for a few moments, the wind flashed and solidified into two spinning chakrams, one above each palm. Kyuhyun carried his hands out and to the side, weaving the wind to keep the disks spinning just above his hands. Once both hands were down by his side, he let go of his control of the wind and grabbed the chakram with his hands, stopping their spin.
“That was flashy,” Sungmin said with a smirk.
“Not as cool as them appearing in a flash of flames like someone can do, but this will work well enough,” Kyuhyun returned Sungmin’s smirk, rather proud of himself.
“Well done. Now you should get used to using your weapons,” Chanita told them before she moved onto the next group.
The next group she walked up to was the Spirit group lead by Yesung. The man was holding an elegant looking katana, still in its sheath. Zhou mi, had a long curved sword with inscriptions running down the blade. He was laughing and pointing at Ryeowook who looked irritated that the Chinese man couldn’t stop laughing long enough to articulate what was so funny.
In one hand Ryeowook held a longbow. On his back, safely tucked into their sheaths, were two slightly curved knifes. There were no arrows anywhere to be seen but Chanita suspected that Yesung would take care of that when needed.
“What is so funny,” Ryeowook asked, narrowing his eyes at Zhou mi.
“Your,” Zhou mi gasped out, “ears!” He couldn’t manage another word before he dissolved into giggles once more.
“What about them?” Ryeowook lifted his free hand and ran it along his ear. When his hand came to the top of them his eyes widened. There, where a nice round human curve should be, was a sharp point. Ryeowook spun to face Yesung who was inspecting his sword. “Yesung! What is this!?”
Yesung glance up to see Ryeowook pointing at his elongated ear. “An ear?” he answered.
Ryeowook glared. “I know that! Why is it pointed?!”
Yesung shrugged. “I was going to give you long blond hair too, but I thought you might freak out about that.”
“You look like Legolas!” Zhou mi gasped out.
Ryeowook spun to face him and glared. “Yes well at least I have a man’s weaponry. I believe that is Arwen’s sword you are holding.” His words caused Zhou mi to fall into a puzzled state in which he studied his blade to determine the truth of Ryeowook’s words.
“Take them back,” Ryeowook demanded.
Chanita smiled and called, “Good job boys,” before she slipped from that group to the next one. No need to try to solve all of their problems.
She moved on to Kangin who was curling and uncurling his metal clad fist and Leeteuk who was spinning and playing with a pair of Sais. Since both seemed content to explore their new weapons, she sent them a nod and moved to the final group.
Kibum was spinning and practicing using an identical pair of short knives. The handle had holes for his fingers and he was gripping it so that the blade was held in the opposite was of how a sword would be held. On the metal around his fingers were sharp spikes giving him protection should he choose to punch his fist. The blade curled out away from his body and came to a razor sharp point.
Beside him Eunhyuk was holding a pair of daggers, the blades of which were blue and carried an intricate design etched in a frosted version of the same color. “I don’t even think I can use these,” he said sadly.
Kibum stopped his motions and put a reassuring hand on Eunhyuk’s back, careful to keep his own blade from the man. “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you.” Eunhyuk nodded but avoid meeting the other mans eyes.
Standing to the side of them, Donghae was playing with what appeared to be a simple blue wire.
“Hey Donghae!” Shindong called. “What are you going to do? Tie them to their death?” he laughed.
Donghae grinned. “Nope I saw a movie once where they went like this,” he mimed wrapping the wire around someone’s neck. “And then you do this!” he jerked his hands to opposite sides so that the loop grew smaller and smaller until the wire passed beneath itself and came unwound completely. “And it cuts their head off,” he declared proudly.
“Ok from now on I screen all movies before you watch them,” Leeteuk stated firmly. “There will be no more killing movies.”
“Aw come on. The movie was awesome! Wasn’t it Eunhyuk?” the man in question nodded his agreement to Donghae. “See.”
Chanita clapped her hands to call them back to attention. “Ok. That is all I have for you all today. I’m going to be working with your friends tonight so you have the rest of the evening off. Enjoy it.” With that said she turned and moved to her weapon wall.
From experience, Super Junior knew that any stragglers left in the room would be asked to join a sparring match by Chanita and would end up walking out three hours later bruised and sore. They had seen it happen once to Sungmin and no one wanted to personally have that experience. With the fear in the back of their minds, there was mass shuffling as they banished weapons and dissolved connections while fleeing the room.
“Hey Heechul,” Donghae said softly as he grabbed the man’s arm just outside the practice room. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure,” the man replied, giving Donghae a suspicious look.
“Alone,” Donghae requested shooting a meaningful glance at Hankyung who was walking right beside Heechul.
“I’ll help Ryeowook make dinner,” Hankyung said casually, saving Heechul the trouble of deciding if he wanted to send him away or just tell Donghae to suck it up.
“Fine,” Heechul nearly pouted as Hankyung quickened his pace to join the rest of Super Junior, leaving Donghae and Heechul trailing behind. “What?”
“Well I,” Donghae released Heechul’s arm and swallowed nervously. Now that he had a chance to ask his question he wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
“Spit it out,” Heechul prompted.
Donghae took a breath, “IwantedtoknowhowyoudeltwithHankyungwantingyoueverytime youconnected.”
Heechul blinked, “What?”
“You know how we can feel our relationship with our Singers every time we connect?”
“Yes,” Heechul responded raising an eyebrow. He had a feeling he knew where this was going.
“Well what did you do when Hankyung’s Song started to feel sexual as well as close friendship?”
“Had sex with him?” Heechul answered. He was filled with satisfaction when Donghae’s face went from pale pink to bright red. “Then again,” Heechul continued. “That sort of just made it worse because I knew what sex with him was like and that feeling didn’t go away.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” Donghae asked meekly.
Heechul shrugged. “Deal with it or jump whoever it is. It gets easier to ignore the more you feel it.” Donghae nodded hesitantly.
“So,” Heechul slung an arm around Donghae’s shoulder. “Which one of them is hot for you?”
Donghae made a half strangled noise and remained silent. Heechul was unperturbed. “Is it Kibum?” he asked watching for a reaction. Nothing. “Eunhyuk?” Nothing. “Both?” There was a telling flinch and a slight deepening to the red in Donghae’s face. “Donghae you sly dog! Both of them?”
“Shut up,” Donghae muttered. He knew he should have talked to Hankyung instead.
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Dinner that night was a relaxing affair, as most had been the past two weeks. Jaejoong had shared the majority of his spices with their dorm after Shindong, Sungmin, and Eunhyuk had begged him to save their taste buds from the strangeness of foreign food. He had relented and put some of his spices into Leeteuk’s care. Now every night whoever was cooking made an effort to incorporate at least some normal flavor into their food.
Most nights Ryeowook or Hankyung took charge of cooking. Often it was a combination of both. If they were having their friends over for dinner then Jaejoong would take control of the kitchen and kick out anyone he was not satisfied with.
After the first week in Sanctuary, Leeteuk had declared their dorm a “Song free zone.” This meant that there was no Weaving, Spinning, Playing or otherwise using a Song allowed in any part of the dorm. Everyone was fairly certain that this decision had to do with the water fight Donghae had unfairly started and the fact that Heechul had nearly burned down half of the dorm in retaliation. Now, any use had to be passed by Leeteuk. He insisted that it was good practice for when they returned to Earth since they wouldn’t be able to use their Songs often at all.
Somewhere during the first few weeks, someone had found several decks of cards. It was becoming a tradition to play some sort of card game, if not as a group then in smaller groups. Tonight Heechul was sprawled out across Hankyung’s lap, having given up pretending not to be in a relationship a week and a half ago. Any cat calls of “get a room” or anything along those lines was usually met with an obscene gesture and a burst of flame, despite the dorm rules. They, with Siwon, were playing a game of cards made even more interesting since Heechul’s position gave Hankyung a clear view of his hand. For a reason that no one could really guess, Siwon was constantly with them.
In fact, if Super Junior had been paying attention, they would have noticed that they were spending more and more time with the people on their team and less as a group. Often, one or more teams would play some sort of game themselves, or simply excuse themselves to somewhere else.
Kyuhyun, Sungmin and Shindong had moved to the living room to continue their ongoing battle on the video game system. No one was sure where the game had come from but no one was going to question it either.
Leeteuk would spend time fussing over the members, where they were, what they were doing, how their day had been, until Kangin would grab him and pull him down to relax. Tonight he had dragged their leader out to the living room right after dinner. Kangin had ignored all protest and simply shoved Leeteuk onto the couch and settled with him to watch “the kids”, as Kangin called them, play their video games.
Yesung had taken a liking to being outside for several hours before bed. He would lie in the soft grass on his back and stare up at the stars. Ryeowook would sit beside him with a notebook on his lap and a tiny ball of white light floating just above the page. Yesung had made the light for him one night when he had caught Ryeowook squinting at his paper. Now he simple created one for him every time they came outside. No one knew what Ryeowook wrote in his notebooks and no one was willing to steal them to find out.
Zhou mi typically joined them out on the grass. Sometimes he would sit and look at the stars with Yesung. Other times he would pull Henry outside with them and ask him to play for them or even teach him a thing or two.
Since everyone had drifted to their normal nightly activities or was otherwise occupied, Kibum had been pulled into Heechul’s card game and Eunhyuk had been claimed by video games, Donghae stood and stretched. Maybe he would find something to do in his room. Then again it would be just as nice to get some early rest. It was exhausting, feeling what he did from his Singers every time they connected.
He lazily walked into his room and flopped onto the bed. Donghae flipped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. It was somewhat boring to be essentially useless without having Kibum or Eunhyuk near. He had a bit of power stored in his necklace but he wanted to save that for an emergency. Now that they had much slower schedules, he found himself growing bored and wanting to go back to the days where he only got three hours of sleep if he was lucky.
Sighing Donghae rolled off the bed and crossed the room to his stereo. He pressed a few buttons and loaded up one of their songs. The first few notes for ‘Sorry Sorry’ began to play and he stepped into the cleared area of his room and began to dance. Lately he had taken to dancing their dances just to be sure he wouldn’t forget. If he was honest with himself, he missed the dancing and performing more than anything.
The song was just ending when his door opened and Eunhyuk slipped into his room. “Hey,” the other man said with a smile. “What are you up to?”
“Dancing. Do you wanna dance our concert version of Don’t Don with me? We should probably stay in practice,” Donghae asked.
Eunhyuk’s eyes lit up. After all of the things that he was having trouble doing here, he was excited to do something that he knew he could do well. “Sure,” he agreed eagerly. He pulled his sweater off and tossed it on the bed, leaving him in a white undershirt. Donghae grinned and fiddled with the stereo and cued up the song.
Then he hurried to one corner of his room and Eunhyuk took the other. As long as they didn’t make as big of movements as normal they would have room to perform their dance. The music started and both he and Eunhyuk moved into action. Neither one could keep the grin off of their face. It felt incredibly good to be doing something familiar and normal again.
It wasn’t until they were almost to the part where they were going to mock fight, that Donghae realized he had a problem. He wasn’t touching Eunhyuk in any way, yet he could hear the quiet murmur of his Song beckoning him just out of range. It was an intoxicating feeling and Donghae found himself unable to ignore it.
When Eunhyuk stepped up to him so that they could shove each other apart, Donghae curled his fingers in the other man’s shirt and jerked him close. He pressed his lips to Eunhyuk’s swallowing the startled gasp from the other man. Despite his surprise, Eunhyuk quickly adjusted to the kiss and eagerly returned it.
“I thought,” Eunhyuk gasped as Donghae began painting his neck with kisses, “we were supposed to be practicing.”
“I can hear your Song,” Donghae murmured against his skin. “It wants me.”
Eunhyuk’s eyes widened, “I…”
“You want me,” Donghae breathed, his fingers teasing the skin of Eunhyuk’s back.
The other man arched closer and grasped Donghae’s head with both hands pulling him away from his neck. He looked at the other man and was surprised to find Donghae’s eyes as passion filled. “I do want you,” he agreed softly. He held Donghae’s head still as the other man tried to lean forward again. Donghae scowled. “Have you told Kibum.”
“I,” the other man averted his eyes guiltily. “No.”
“Donghae,” Eunhyuk said sharply, pulling away.
“I can’t Eunhyuk,” Donghae said quickly. “He wants me too. I can feel it. How am I supposed to choose?”
“So for the past week you have been making out with me and with him?” Eunhyuk accused.
“Yes,” Donghae admitted guiltily. “Eunhyuk, don’t make me choose between my two best friends.” His eyes were suddenly filled with such sadness that Eunhyuk had to sigh.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Donghae. “I won’t make you choose, but I feel like I’ll never be enough for you because you keep going to him.”
“It’s not like that,” Donghae said quietly and he wiggled his fingers beneath the fabric of Eunhyuk’s shirt. “You feel warm and damp, like steam. He feels cool and crisp kinda like snow. I can’t really describe it but you both feel different. I feel like I need both of you.”
Eunhyuk sighed. “You do need both of us. We are both your Singers.”
Donghae shook his head. “Not like that. I need you to be with me.”
Eunhyuk looked worried. “Donghae you don’t sound like yourself.”
“I know,” he murmured. “I,” he paused, “I think it might be my element or our Songs or something. Just please.”
“Ok,” he ran his hands up Donghae’s back and the other man seemed to melt into him. Carefully Eunhyuk backed Donghae to the bed and pressed him back onto the soft surface. He quickly followed covering Donghae’s body with his own.
Donghae sighed in contentment, and slid one hand down the back of Eunhyuk’s pants, causing the man to gasp. “Need you,” Donghae groaned rocking his hips up into Eunhyuk’s. Tired of resisting, Eunhyuk leaned down and pressed their lips together as their music echoed in the background.
They had barely begun kissing when the door opened and Kibum walked into the room. “Donghae do you-“ his sentence fell short as his eyes took in the men spread across the bed.
Eunhyuk pulled away quickly and jumped to his feet. “I can explain! You see we were-“ he didn’t get a chance to finish. Kibum crossed the room in two short strides and grabbed the collar of his shirt. Using his hold he nearly jerked Eunhyuk off his feet and slammed him into the wall. “How long?” Kibum demanding, slamming his free hand into the wall beside Eunhyuk’s head.
The other man flinched. “A week,” he said meekly.
“So,” Kibum gave a slightly frightening smirk. “Little Donghae has been fooling around with us both. Did you know that?” Eunhyuk gulped and nodded. Kibum opened his mouth to say more when he felt a body pressed to his back.
“Kibum,” Donghae’s voice said lowly into his ear. “I’m glad you’re here. Now Eunhyuk can make me hot and you can cool me off.”
Kibum gave Eunhyuk a look. “Why is he acting like he is drunk?”
“I don’t know,” Eunhyuk answered honestly. “He says he needs us both and that we are different. I think maybe that since his element is water he is more drawn to feeling emotions.”
“Empathy,” Kibum said absently.
“Yeah that. He said he can feel that we want him. Maybe what he is feeling from us is too much. Maybe he is overloaded on all sorts of sensations.”
Kibum blinked and then frowned as Donghae wiggled and practically purred against his back. “How did you figure that out?”
“I read it once in a fantasy novel,” Eunhyuk admitted.
“I think we need to revise the type of literature you can read. That sounds like it was a dirty book,” Kibum accused.
Eunhyuk blushed. “It was.”
“Need you,” Donghae moaned from behind Kibum.
Kibum sighed. “Let’s take care of him then we will continue this argument.” He waited until Eunhyuk nodded and before releasing his shirt and turning. As soon as he did Donghae molded himself against his chest and began kissing any bit of skin he could reach. “Ok fishy, let’s take care of you.”
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Two hours later Donghae made a contented noise as he pressed his body against Kibum and tugged Eunhyuk tighter on his other side. “Thanks,” he said softly.
“Are you sober now?” Kibum asked.
Donghae scowled and hit him lightly on the chest. “I wasn’t drunk, it was just too much or something.”
“Too much?”
“Too much emotion. I could feel it all so strongly and I guess I just got caught up in it.”
“Told you,” Eunhyuk said proudly, nuzzling into Donghae’s neck.
“You shut up,” Kibum said but with only half seriousness behind it.
They were silent for a moment. “Kibum?” Donghae asked hesitantly.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to make me choose?”
A sigh. “No Hae. I won’t make you choose,” he leaned in and kissed Donghae’s forehead lightly. “We’ll learn how to share with each other.”
“Thanks,” Donghae said softly.
“Hey guys,” Siwon’s voice came from the doorway. “Yesung said he felt a surge in your Songs and wanted me to check and see if -“ he stuck his head in the door and his eyes located the three members who were laying completely nude on the bed in a tangle of limbs. It didn’t take much for him to figure out what had been happening. Kibum had an amused smirk on his face. Donghae looked halfway between embarrassment and laugher. Eunhyuk had his face buried in Donghae’s shoulder from embarrassment.
Siwon blushed, closed his eyes tightly and spun so that his back was to them. “Uh I was told to come see if you all were alright but I think you are,” he said hurriedly.
“I think we are doing fantastic,” Kibum said lazily.
“Great then. I’ll go let everyone know,” he walked forward and let the door shut behind him. Despite the door, they could still hear him mutter, “This place is turning all my friends gay,” before his voice faded down the hall.
Kibum chuckled lightly. “We need to lay some ground rules about locking doors, our relationship, and sex in general.”
“Tomorrow?” Donghae asked hopefully.
“Alright tomorrow,” Kibum agreed.
Donghae made a happy noise and felt Eunhyuk smile into his shoulder. “Night Hyukjae. Night Kibum.”
“Night Donghae,” the two of them echoed together. Kibum reached up and flicked off the lights.
The three lay together in silence for a few moments before Donghae’s voice rang out, “Does anyone know where all of my blankets went?”
Refrain Two
Masterlist
AN2: And there you have it everyone! Thanks for being patient while I was dealing with some killer projects and papers and whatnot. *cries* There is so much icky white stuff where I live (also known as snow). So of you readers are lucky and live in warm summer like areas at the moment. Time for me to vacation! *is sad she is to broke to do so*. Anyway this chapter is unbetaed except by your truly because my poor beta's soul has been eaten by her school and she hasn't quite found it yet. Fighting Fangirl!
Here is the promised list of weapons again:
Kibum's - Griffin
Eunhyuk's - Kitsune Yuki
Ryeowook's
Zhou mi's
Kyuhyun's
What do you think about everyone's weapons? And what about the KiEunHae (or however you write that). Did anyone see it coming? Thanks for all the love you have been giving this baby so far. I really appreciate it!