[Rave] Of Candles and Chapels (30_kisses)
Title: Of Candles and Chapels
Author: Umi-chii
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg
Fandom: Rave
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Hiro Mashima still does.
Theme: 30_kisses #8 - our own world
A/N: I was actually idea-less for two months. Was pushed to write it when the purging came around… and also because Jesse McCartney revived the little bunny. I also tried for the metaphorically kind of kiss thing, but somehow, I failed. ‘sides, it’s more like a simile… then again, it still sucks. So I apologize. Gah.
Word Count: 873
Of Candles and Chapels
For 30_kisses, #8
To Shuda, there was no road for home because there existed no home for him. Wandering around the world was all he does. He could barely recall his childhood where he used to have a home. Heck, he barely believed he had a home, much less a house, because to him, all that mattered was that he had his own world; a world he cherished and will not share with others.
So when he found Sieg, who had a house but didn’t have a home, outside a chapel in Mildean drenched to the bone from the cold rain, everything started to change. Before he knew it, his world was shared with another until it became their world.
He dragged the man inside the chapel and tried his damnedest to heal him back to the okay health despite of the ruined insides of the steeple. The only light he had came from the melted candles, whose wicks drooped slightly within the melted wax. Deciding he’ll need more warmth to help the other, he produced fire himself with just two rocks.
Though the fever was easy to beat, the stubborn attitude of the man wasn’t. Fed up with his attitude, Shuda left him alone inside to the warmth of the chapel, like how he had found him outside in the coldness of the rain. He left Mildean the morning to continue on wandering around the world.
Three years later, he stumbled back onto the city, and ultimately, the chapel. When he entered the old battered building, he was surprised to find the insides of it in a well condition. Stepping inside, he inspected the entire inside and was surprised at the state it was now in. Last he heard, they’re going to pull down the place, which was probably why he had found Sieg there in the first place.
Then he noticed said man standing before a row of candelabrums, lighting the candlesticks with a fired match. He approached him slowly and stopped when he was a few feet away from him, staring at the back covered by a white coat embedded with the guardians’ insignia. His eyes then traveled to the hand that was lighting the candles, noticed how the flame would flicker by the slow moving of the mage’s hand.
“Hey.”
The other man didn’t look up. He continued lighting the candles. Shuda sighed and decided it was best to leave the other to himself. Just as he was about to turn, he heard a soft hissing sound coming from the direction of the other man. Looking up, he saw Sieg dipping the match into a glass jar of oil. He didn’t know what caused it, but a part of him was fascinated with the way the match hissed and Sieg watched with disinterest at how the fire was purged.
“I always thought it would be a shame to let this place go down the ruins.” He started, still ignoring Shuda. “It took me easier to win this place back, actually. The only condition was to rebuild it. So I did. Besides, it’s the only way I can finish the Harts’ savings without letting others have their hands on it once I’m gone.”
Shuda watched with wonder at how Sieg handles things. Everything he does is just so bizarre, so extreme. Unlike any rich men out there, Sieg finds boredom in his vast wealth. He barely used them. Instead, he just left them lying in a pile in the bank, collecting interests and all those stuffs. He had figured his parents would be giving them away to his relatives instead of him, since he was never quite the type of son either of his parents deemed worthy of being called a son.
So when the will directed that the money goes to him, Sieg only frowned as more trouble will be coming his way. At first, he had decided of donating them all to charity. That was, until that day when he met Shuda in the red light district.
Letting go of control was another bizarre thing Sieg does to get rid of the stress within his system. And after sharing one rather delightful night with the redhead, some sort of wired relationship paved its way itself into their lives. Soon, their separate worlds became their own world. It was like the star was finally able to kiss the sky to become one with it.
“So you spent most of your time here?”
“Yeah. Couldn’t think of anything else to do in the tower or in my house.” It was never ‘my home’ to Sieg. It was always ‘my house’.
Light a cord being snapped, Sieg turned around and gave him a small smile, eyes half-closed at peace. He tilted his head to the side, inquiring Shuda with those dazzling purple eyes.
“Now that you’re back, why don’t you take me somewhere for dinner? Like a date.”
“Never caught you as the dating kind of guy.” Shuda smirked at him, handing out an arm which Sieg gladly took to wind his own with. Leaving the chapel together arm in arm, they both left the place and into the snowy town of Mildean, far too occupied in their own world to notice the snow.
END
Author: Umi-chii
Pairing: Shuda/Sieg
Fandom: Rave
Disclaimer: Umi-chii don’t own Rave. Hiro Mashima still does.
Theme: 30_kisses #8 - our own world
A/N: I was actually idea-less for two months. Was pushed to write it when the purging came around… and also because Jesse McCartney revived the little bunny. I also tried for the metaphorically kind of kiss thing, but somehow, I failed. ‘sides, it’s more like a simile… then again, it still sucks. So I apologize. Gah.
Word Count: 873
Of Candles and Chapels
For 30_kisses, #8
To Shuda, there was no road for home because there existed no home for him. Wandering around the world was all he does. He could barely recall his childhood where he used to have a home. Heck, he barely believed he had a home, much less a house, because to him, all that mattered was that he had his own world; a world he cherished and will not share with others.
So when he found Sieg, who had a house but didn’t have a home, outside a chapel in Mildean drenched to the bone from the cold rain, everything started to change. Before he knew it, his world was shared with another until it became their world.
He dragged the man inside the chapel and tried his damnedest to heal him back to the okay health despite of the ruined insides of the steeple. The only light he had came from the melted candles, whose wicks drooped slightly within the melted wax. Deciding he’ll need more warmth to help the other, he produced fire himself with just two rocks.
Though the fever was easy to beat, the stubborn attitude of the man wasn’t. Fed up with his attitude, Shuda left him alone inside to the warmth of the chapel, like how he had found him outside in the coldness of the rain. He left Mildean the morning to continue on wandering around the world.
Three years later, he stumbled back onto the city, and ultimately, the chapel. When he entered the old battered building, he was surprised to find the insides of it in a well condition. Stepping inside, he inspected the entire inside and was surprised at the state it was now in. Last he heard, they’re going to pull down the place, which was probably why he had found Sieg there in the first place.
Then he noticed said man standing before a row of candelabrums, lighting the candlesticks with a fired match. He approached him slowly and stopped when he was a few feet away from him, staring at the back covered by a white coat embedded with the guardians’ insignia. His eyes then traveled to the hand that was lighting the candles, noticed how the flame would flicker by the slow moving of the mage’s hand.
“Hey.”
The other man didn’t look up. He continued lighting the candles. Shuda sighed and decided it was best to leave the other to himself. Just as he was about to turn, he heard a soft hissing sound coming from the direction of the other man. Looking up, he saw Sieg dipping the match into a glass jar of oil. He didn’t know what caused it, but a part of him was fascinated with the way the match hissed and Sieg watched with disinterest at how the fire was purged.
“I always thought it would be a shame to let this place go down the ruins.” He started, still ignoring Shuda. “It took me easier to win this place back, actually. The only condition was to rebuild it. So I did. Besides, it’s the only way I can finish the Harts’ savings without letting others have their hands on it once I’m gone.”
Shuda watched with wonder at how Sieg handles things. Everything he does is just so bizarre, so extreme. Unlike any rich men out there, Sieg finds boredom in his vast wealth. He barely used them. Instead, he just left them lying in a pile in the bank, collecting interests and all those stuffs. He had figured his parents would be giving them away to his relatives instead of him, since he was never quite the type of son either of his parents deemed worthy of being called a son.
So when the will directed that the money goes to him, Sieg only frowned as more trouble will be coming his way. At first, he had decided of donating them all to charity. That was, until that day when he met Shuda in the red light district.
Letting go of control was another bizarre thing Sieg does to get rid of the stress within his system. And after sharing one rather delightful night with the redhead, some sort of wired relationship paved its way itself into their lives. Soon, their separate worlds became their own world. It was like the star was finally able to kiss the sky to become one with it.
“So you spent most of your time here?”
“Yeah. Couldn’t think of anything else to do in the tower or in my house.” It was never ‘my home’ to Sieg. It was always ‘my house’.
Light a cord being snapped, Sieg turned around and gave him a small smile, eyes half-closed at peace. He tilted his head to the side, inquiring Shuda with those dazzling purple eyes.
“Now that you’re back, why don’t you take me somewhere for dinner? Like a date.”
“Never caught you as the dating kind of guy.” Shuda smirked at him, handing out an arm which Sieg gladly took to wind his own with. Leaving the chapel together arm in arm, they both left the place and into the snowy town of Mildean, far too occupied in their own world to notice the snow.
END