There will be magic, chapter 9, RukaxYomi
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 9/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 9
They rode and rode for hours and still the forest seemed never-ending. It had been a while since they had had lunch and already light was retreating, slowly but surely, and dusk was painting the sky in its myriad of shades and colours.
After leaving the clearing, the woods had become deeper and more secretive. And more quiet. The travellers felt as if they were watched all the time, by some unknown force, harmful or not, they could not fathom, but something was definitely out there. So they had forced themselves to keep riding, hoping that the woods would revert back to being the pleasant companion they had been before. Alas, night had come and they were forced to choose between resting for a little while or keep riding, as tired as they were.
Ruka was the one to tear apart the silence.
“I think we should stop to rest. Yomi is almost falling off the saddle.”
“I am not.” The kitsune countered and yet, his reply lacked force. It was obvious that he was quite exhausted, still not used to riding for so many hours and perhaps, wearier than the rest with how the woods had changed so suddenly.
“I don't know. Something doesn't feel right. I'd keep going.” Kai said.
“In the dark? We don't even know if we're going in the right direction, remember?” Ruka countered.
“Ruka, you must feel it, don't you? It's as if something is waiting for us, just beyond those trees, just waiting for us to fall asleep so it can slaughter us all. I'm not trying to scare you either. For a few hours now, my skin is practically tingling with the sensation that I'm being scrutinized. Not just watched, but observed, analysed, dissected...”
Yes, the vampire had felt it. It was impossible not. And yet, in the vicinity, there was no living thing watching them. He'd know if it were so. His senses could not be so confused. But then... what was watching them?
“We can't stop. I'm sorry, Yomi, but you'll have to hang on for a bit.” The king finally said. His tone left no place for negotiation. Yomi just gripped Ruka's waist tighter, leaned a bit more on the vampire. And after replying they should not worry about him, closed his eyes.
Ruka did not contradict the king. But he did turn around, grabbed the smaller creature, moved him in front of him and circled him in his arms, thus allowing Yomi to be more comfortable and simply fall asleep, without having to worry about falling off the horse.
They rode closer one to the other. Dusk had turned into night and the darkness was all around them. They had lighted torches but it seemed as though the flame could not fight away the cold and the darkness and so, they simply hoped that by staying the closest possible, they would be better prepared, if only a little.
Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. Its deep, gloomy voice pierced the darkness and reached the horses, making them stop for a few moments and tremble. The riders did not try to force them to recover. They had felt the change in the atmosphere too. Yomi woke up with a start.
“Something is coming.” Yomi mumbled, scared, clutching Ruka's coat, hiding in the vampire's inviting arms, arms that he knew would never abandon him.
The horses gathered even closer, until the point where there was practically no space left between their bodies. The hoot echoed through the woods once more, only this time closer. Without warning, the wind increased its speed and so, the leaves of the tress started screeching and screaming.
The five dismantled and gathered. A wolf howled in their vicinity. And then another and another, until they were surrounded by them. And then, all hell broke loose.
A giant wolf, or some kind of wolfish creature was dashing towards them. Its eyes were blood-shot red and its jaws made a horrible sight, with its sharp, long fangs shining in the moonlight. Its fur was a dark grey and here and there, a few patches were missing, where one could see the coal black skin. It was at least two times larger than a normal wolf and charging towards them, at a frightening speed.
Swift as the wind, the dragon reached into the sack on the back of his horse and pulled out a long, finely shaped and obviously very sharp sword. That seemed to serve as a sign for immediately after, more of the creatures began charging at them.
Ruka grabbed Yomi and practically threw him up into a tree. Then he repeated the procedure with Asagi. The seer sat put but the kitsune gave signs of wanting to come down, so the vampire snarled at him to stay put. Upon seeing Ruka's bloody eyes, Yomi stopped trying to get down from the tree.
By the time Yomi and Asagi were safe in the tree, Ruka standing at its base, ready to defend them, in case one of those creatures would want to climb up, the king had already begun his fight with the first one. It jumped into the air, ignoring the sword aimed straight at its belly, let himself be pierced through and then with a snarl, died. The dragon blinked. The next one was already charging towards him. It would be there in a couple of seconds. The dragon tried to withdraw his sword from the previous one's carcass, but it was stuck and he could not pull it out in time. The second one jumped at him, his jaws wide open, obviously aiming for his jugular. The king moved sideways, avoiding being bitten and yet, somehow, the creature had missed him by only one or two centimetres. The dragon was sure that it should have been more than that. He didn't have time to think about the occurrence though, because at the same time, a third one charged at him and the second one got back on its feet and faced him. The dragon growled and pulled out his wings. And so, the true fight began.
Kai was the second one to be targeted. The roc withdrew his own weapons from his pack: bow and arrows and a dagger. He hated close range fights. He had started hating them since his training began in the academy, centuries ago. His teacher had been strict and unrelenting. He had never allowed him to use a sword or another weapon but that dagger, claiming that it was harder to manoeuvre but it was also harder to disarm, easier to land a fatal blow, easier to carry around and hide. However, no matter what one would think, it was not an easy weapon to use, since you had to let your rival to come so close to you that the least mistake could cost you your life. During the long years of spartanic training, Kai had become a master at it.
At first, he had hit several of the oncoming enemies with his arrows, but it seemed as though their numbers were not to be under-estimated, for the attack itself lost no momentum and more and more enemies appeared from behind the trees. Kai had been forced to breath the foul air the creatures let out, smell the stench of their bodies and look them straight in the eyes during his dance with the wolves. For that was what it was. He'd let them come so close, to the point that they could practically taste his flesh and then, in the last moment, before they even realized what had happened, he would dodge, but only a few millimetres, and his dagger would pierce his enemy's heart or slice his neck or belly. And then he'd have to dodge another one and repeat the move over and over again, getting more and more drenched in their foul blood.
Ruka had no weapons, apart from his claws, fangs and inhuman speed. He'd never let one approach him. As soon as he saw one darting towards him, he'd move, swift as the wind, and in the next moment, his long, dark claws would make a hole in the creatures stomach or chest. He'd then leisurely pull his hand out, leaving a gaping wound behind, stretch a bit his fist and then, snapping his head in another direction, make another dash. He didn't stop to smell the blood of his enemies or even properly look at them. To him, they were just dark figures, trying to hurt what was his. He could smell their blood in the air and that only told him one thing: `kill`. And he did just that.
Yomi could do nothing but stare at what was happening below. He hated the fact that he could not help, that he had not been allowed to help. Sure, he loved Ruka's protective side, but he did not consider himself so weak that he had to be protected by the other all the time. But even he had to acknowledge that he would only be a hindrance if he would descend. He was no match for those things. He could only sit there and watch.
Yomi did not notice a shadow jumping from tree to tree, approaching them. All of a sudden, he was thrown on the ground and when looking up, he saw Asagi, where he had been just seconds ago, blood dripping from his arm, which was pierced by some kind of spear-like thing. That was all Yomi saw before he spotted five of those wolf-like things darting towards him.
Ruka had smelled Asagi's blood and turned around abruptly, slicing three in his movement. He gasped upon seeing Yomi falling to the ground, and immediately, the attack centring upon the small fox. It didn't take a genius to realize the kitsune had been the target of the attack all along. He dashed towards Yomi, knowing that if he used his maximum speed, he would reach him. But then, all of a sudden, he couldn't move anymore. He was so close, but it was as if all vigour had left him. He was completely immobilized and yet he was safe because not one single creature was attacking him. They were all targeting Yomi. He extended his senses and noticed Kai and the king were facing the same dilemma. He could do nothing but fight against the invisible shackles and pray every single entity out there to get those creatures to attack him, not Yomi, never Yomi.
When the kitsune hit the ground he was already being attacked. He tried to avoid it but the thing had still clawed him and his leg was bleeding. He wondered for a moment why Ruka wasn't there before he avoided another one. He had never thought that all that running in the woods would ever proof useful in saving his life. It had certainly sharpened his reflexes but it was obvious he could not keep dodging for ever. He had no choice but to use magic. He drew a shield around him. Every time a creature would attack, it would encounter the yellow barrier and be thrown back. But with every single one, Yomi could feel himself weakening. He would not be able to last long. Only minutes later, his shield was already cracking and he was resigned to his fate when a drop of blood fell on his forehead.
Yomi had completely forgotten about Asagi. He looked up, only to see Asagi being strangled by the same weapon that had pierced his arm earlier. Yomi followed the chain with his eyes and then he spotted it: in the tree, a few metres away from him was one of the wolf like things, only this time, it was sitting on its front legs, his huge jaws forming a horrifying grin and Yomi knew, the moment he set eyes upon him, that that thing, unlike the ones charging at him, could think.
That was the leader. If he did not do something, he'd be killed and Asagi would be killed. And yet, Yomi had not hurt a thing in all his life. He looked around him. He couldn't understand why the other three weren't even trying to help them. Another wolf hit his shield. He braced himself and looked around and the first one he saw was Ruka, almost frozen in the air, his feet not even touching the ground. What shocked him most was not the vampire's stance, but his features. Ruka was biting his lip so hard, that blood was trickling down his mouth, dripping down his throat; his eyes were wide and pained, every muscle in his face spoke of the effort he was making to get free, to get to Yomi. Yomi could see it so clearly in the other's eyes: his wish to get back to him, to save him, to shelter him, and the sheer anger and pain he felt for not being able to do so. Another wolf hit his shield that cracked some more. Seeing Ruka's face, he had realized it: he wouldn't be getting any help soon.
He had never tried to use his magic to attack anything but now, he had no choice. With his last efforts, before his defences broke entirely, he gathered a small amount of energy in his hands, sharpened all its sides, as if creating a polished, deadly diamond and sent it towards the wolf in the tree. Before he could see what happened, his world went black.
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 9/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi
Genre: AU, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I am not connected to the real persons. This is just a figment of my imagination and I don't make any money nor profit in any way out of this (well, except gathering your love that is).
Summary: The age of magic and mystery is coming towards its end. But what if someone that has the gift to see the future can join forces with others who have the power to stop it? What will be born then? What will be found?
Chapter 9
They rode and rode for hours and still the forest seemed never-ending. It had been a while since they had had lunch and already light was retreating, slowly but surely, and dusk was painting the sky in its myriad of shades and colours.
After leaving the clearing, the woods had become deeper and more secretive. And more quiet. The travellers felt as if they were watched all the time, by some unknown force, harmful or not, they could not fathom, but something was definitely out there. So they had forced themselves to keep riding, hoping that the woods would revert back to being the pleasant companion they had been before. Alas, night had come and they were forced to choose between resting for a little while or keep riding, as tired as they were.
Ruka was the one to tear apart the silence.
“I think we should stop to rest. Yomi is almost falling off the saddle.”
“I am not.” The kitsune countered and yet, his reply lacked force. It was obvious that he was quite exhausted, still not used to riding for so many hours and perhaps, wearier than the rest with how the woods had changed so suddenly.
“I don't know. Something doesn't feel right. I'd keep going.” Kai said.
“In the dark? We don't even know if we're going in the right direction, remember?” Ruka countered.
“Ruka, you must feel it, don't you? It's as if something is waiting for us, just beyond those trees, just waiting for us to fall asleep so it can slaughter us all. I'm not trying to scare you either. For a few hours now, my skin is practically tingling with the sensation that I'm being scrutinized. Not just watched, but observed, analysed, dissected...”
Yes, the vampire had felt it. It was impossible not. And yet, in the vicinity, there was no living thing watching them. He'd know if it were so. His senses could not be so confused. But then... what was watching them?
“We can't stop. I'm sorry, Yomi, but you'll have to hang on for a bit.” The king finally said. His tone left no place for negotiation. Yomi just gripped Ruka's waist tighter, leaned a bit more on the vampire. And after replying they should not worry about him, closed his eyes.
Ruka did not contradict the king. But he did turn around, grabbed the smaller creature, moved him in front of him and circled him in his arms, thus allowing Yomi to be more comfortable and simply fall asleep, without having to worry about falling off the horse.
They rode closer one to the other. Dusk had turned into night and the darkness was all around them. They had lighted torches but it seemed as though the flame could not fight away the cold and the darkness and so, they simply hoped that by staying the closest possible, they would be better prepared, if only a little.
Suddenly, somewhere in the distance, an owl hooted. Its deep, gloomy voice pierced the darkness and reached the horses, making them stop for a few moments and tremble. The riders did not try to force them to recover. They had felt the change in the atmosphere too. Yomi woke up with a start.
“Something is coming.” Yomi mumbled, scared, clutching Ruka's coat, hiding in the vampire's inviting arms, arms that he knew would never abandon him.
The horses gathered even closer, until the point where there was practically no space left between their bodies. The hoot echoed through the woods once more, only this time closer. Without warning, the wind increased its speed and so, the leaves of the tress started screeching and screaming.
The five dismantled and gathered. A wolf howled in their vicinity. And then another and another, until they were surrounded by them. And then, all hell broke loose.
A giant wolf, or some kind of wolfish creature was dashing towards them. Its eyes were blood-shot red and its jaws made a horrible sight, with its sharp, long fangs shining in the moonlight. Its fur was a dark grey and here and there, a few patches were missing, where one could see the coal black skin. It was at least two times larger than a normal wolf and charging towards them, at a frightening speed.
Swift as the wind, the dragon reached into the sack on the back of his horse and pulled out a long, finely shaped and obviously very sharp sword. That seemed to serve as a sign for immediately after, more of the creatures began charging at them.
Ruka grabbed Yomi and practically threw him up into a tree. Then he repeated the procedure with Asagi. The seer sat put but the kitsune gave signs of wanting to come down, so the vampire snarled at him to stay put. Upon seeing Ruka's bloody eyes, Yomi stopped trying to get down from the tree.
By the time Yomi and Asagi were safe in the tree, Ruka standing at its base, ready to defend them, in case one of those creatures would want to climb up, the king had already begun his fight with the first one. It jumped into the air, ignoring the sword aimed straight at its belly, let himself be pierced through and then with a snarl, died. The dragon blinked. The next one was already charging towards him. It would be there in a couple of seconds. The dragon tried to withdraw his sword from the previous one's carcass, but it was stuck and he could not pull it out in time. The second one jumped at him, his jaws wide open, obviously aiming for his jugular. The king moved sideways, avoiding being bitten and yet, somehow, the creature had missed him by only one or two centimetres. The dragon was sure that it should have been more than that. He didn't have time to think about the occurrence though, because at the same time, a third one charged at him and the second one got back on its feet and faced him. The dragon growled and pulled out his wings. And so, the true fight began.
Kai was the second one to be targeted. The roc withdrew his own weapons from his pack: bow and arrows and a dagger. He hated close range fights. He had started hating them since his training began in the academy, centuries ago. His teacher had been strict and unrelenting. He had never allowed him to use a sword or another weapon but that dagger, claiming that it was harder to manoeuvre but it was also harder to disarm, easier to land a fatal blow, easier to carry around and hide. However, no matter what one would think, it was not an easy weapon to use, since you had to let your rival to come so close to you that the least mistake could cost you your life. During the long years of spartanic training, Kai had become a master at it.
At first, he had hit several of the oncoming enemies with his arrows, but it seemed as though their numbers were not to be under-estimated, for the attack itself lost no momentum and more and more enemies appeared from behind the trees. Kai had been forced to breath the foul air the creatures let out, smell the stench of their bodies and look them straight in the eyes during his dance with the wolves. For that was what it was. He'd let them come so close, to the point that they could practically taste his flesh and then, in the last moment, before they even realized what had happened, he would dodge, but only a few millimetres, and his dagger would pierce his enemy's heart or slice his neck or belly. And then he'd have to dodge another one and repeat the move over and over again, getting more and more drenched in their foul blood.
Ruka had no weapons, apart from his claws, fangs and inhuman speed. He'd never let one approach him. As soon as he saw one darting towards him, he'd move, swift as the wind, and in the next moment, his long, dark claws would make a hole in the creatures stomach or chest. He'd then leisurely pull his hand out, leaving a gaping wound behind, stretch a bit his fist and then, snapping his head in another direction, make another dash. He didn't stop to smell the blood of his enemies or even properly look at them. To him, they were just dark figures, trying to hurt what was his. He could smell their blood in the air and that only told him one thing: `kill`. And he did just that.
Yomi could do nothing but stare at what was happening below. He hated the fact that he could not help, that he had not been allowed to help. Sure, he loved Ruka's protective side, but he did not consider himself so weak that he had to be protected by the other all the time. But even he had to acknowledge that he would only be a hindrance if he would descend. He was no match for those things. He could only sit there and watch.
Yomi did not notice a shadow jumping from tree to tree, approaching them. All of a sudden, he was thrown on the ground and when looking up, he saw Asagi, where he had been just seconds ago, blood dripping from his arm, which was pierced by some kind of spear-like thing. That was all Yomi saw before he spotted five of those wolf-like things darting towards him.
Ruka had smelled Asagi's blood and turned around abruptly, slicing three in his movement. He gasped upon seeing Yomi falling to the ground, and immediately, the attack centring upon the small fox. It didn't take a genius to realize the kitsune had been the target of the attack all along. He dashed towards Yomi, knowing that if he used his maximum speed, he would reach him. But then, all of a sudden, he couldn't move anymore. He was so close, but it was as if all vigour had left him. He was completely immobilized and yet he was safe because not one single creature was attacking him. They were all targeting Yomi. He extended his senses and noticed Kai and the king were facing the same dilemma. He could do nothing but fight against the invisible shackles and pray every single entity out there to get those creatures to attack him, not Yomi, never Yomi.
When the kitsune hit the ground he was already being attacked. He tried to avoid it but the thing had still clawed him and his leg was bleeding. He wondered for a moment why Ruka wasn't there before he avoided another one. He had never thought that all that running in the woods would ever proof useful in saving his life. It had certainly sharpened his reflexes but it was obvious he could not keep dodging for ever. He had no choice but to use magic. He drew a shield around him. Every time a creature would attack, it would encounter the yellow barrier and be thrown back. But with every single one, Yomi could feel himself weakening. He would not be able to last long. Only minutes later, his shield was already cracking and he was resigned to his fate when a drop of blood fell on his forehead.
Yomi had completely forgotten about Asagi. He looked up, only to see Asagi being strangled by the same weapon that had pierced his arm earlier. Yomi followed the chain with his eyes and then he spotted it: in the tree, a few metres away from him was one of the wolf like things, only this time, it was sitting on its front legs, his huge jaws forming a horrifying grin and Yomi knew, the moment he set eyes upon him, that that thing, unlike the ones charging at him, could think.
That was the leader. If he did not do something, he'd be killed and Asagi would be killed. And yet, Yomi had not hurt a thing in all his life. He looked around him. He couldn't understand why the other three weren't even trying to help them. Another wolf hit his shield. He braced himself and looked around and the first one he saw was Ruka, almost frozen in the air, his feet not even touching the ground. What shocked him most was not the vampire's stance, but his features. Ruka was biting his lip so hard, that blood was trickling down his mouth, dripping down his throat; his eyes were wide and pained, every muscle in his face spoke of the effort he was making to get free, to get to Yomi. Yomi could see it so clearly in the other's eyes: his wish to get back to him, to save him, to shelter him, and the sheer anger and pain he felt for not being able to do so. Another wolf hit his shield that cracked some more. Seeing Ruka's face, he had realized it: he wouldn't be getting any help soon.
He had never tried to use his magic to attack anything but now, he had no choice. With his last efforts, before his defences broke entirely, he gathered a small amount of energy in his hands, sharpened all its sides, as if creating a polished, deadly diamond and sent it towards the wolf in the tree. Before he could see what happened, his world went black.