There will be magic, chapter 18, RukaxYomi, RukixKai
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 18/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15 for now
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there
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 18
With heavy steps, the dragon left the safety of Yomi's barrier. The kitsune tried to stop him at first, but even he understood there was no other way.
The moment he went out, the mist closed in on him. He had walked only a few steps, and he was already all alone, without any idea where to go or how to get back. He touched his face again and looked at his hand. He seemed to not be bleeding at the moment. And then, blinding pain assaulted him. Thousands and thousands of invisible needles were piercing him, torturing him, making him kneel on the ground and gasp for air, air which was poisoned and only made the attacks sharper and more cruel.
He didn't realize he had fainted. He just noticed the world around him blur and take shape again. He was back in his chambers at the palace.
“What the?” He watched himself sliding his hands through the soft black strands, the two of them together on the bed, enjoying the sweet moments after they had made love. Or that was what he thought at the time. The emotions assaulted him, as vivid as then. Was it a memory or had he gone back in time or did something else happen? His adoration for the being in his arms, the burning desire to touch more soft skin, feel more, love more, hold more, own the other and be owned until he didn't even know himself anymore... he remembered vividly all those emotions. He had been so happy.
The scene changed again to one of the corridors of the castle, softly lighted by dozens and dozens of candles. He had been unable to sleep, without his lover in his arms, so he went out for a walk. When turning around the corner, first it was the sounds that reached him, the sounds of two people enjoying themselves in a rather intriguing fashion. He should have turned around but he was the king, he was free to roam the corridors, and his curiosity got the best of him. And then, he froze. His feet couldn't move, his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from that sight, his blood had gone cold, he couldn't feel himself breathing. His lover, the only one for whom he'd give up anything to make him happy, the only one that constructed his world was being embraced by another, was moaning happily in another's arms, was betraying him. He could almost hear his heart break. And then the beautiful being saw him. -He still couldn't think of him as anything other than beautiful.- His lover was surprised, but didn't stop. With a lewd smile, he kept accepting the one pounding into him, until he was screaming in ecstasy. When it was all over and he was noticed by the third party, he didn't even care when that one ran away. He was unable to budge, trapped in his lover's gaze. His lips could barely form a “why?”
“Why what? Why I betrayed you? Why I was fucking someone else? Why you were so stupid to think I loved you? Why couldn't you realize no one can love you?”
He couldn't understand what the other was talking about.
“You're stupid like this, you know. Your only value was as the king and as a stud in bed. I must admit your cock did feel me up perfectly for a while. But you're nothing without your throne, king.” the contempt he heard in that voice that had once whispered sweet words to him enraged him. “No one could ever love anyone as insignificant as you. You don't care about yourself, just about your people and this god forsaken castle, and about me. How can anyone love someone that doesn't love himself? Someone that only caresses and kisses, someone without any personality like you.”
…...................
He was watching something that had happened decades ago and yet he felt everything as then. The pain, the anger, the excruciating hurt, the deception, the slight hope that he was seeing a dream and that it would end soon, the never ending pain. He almost doubled over and his mind almost left him because of it. And he was surprised that then he hadn't collapsed, he hadn't started crying. He had just turned away.
He had wanted to kill the other; he was the dragon king, he could have so easily done it, but for what crime? Betraying your lover was certainly not a crime punishable by death. He let him leave. He forced himself to forget. He also forced himself to change and never love again. Never love someone other than himself, ever again.
And that's when the emptiness started growing. The empty days of waking up, getting groomed and fussed over, deciding something, being fussed over again, admired, revered, loved, fucking someone different every night, going to bed alone, and being so lonely. And yet, with time, he learned not to feel even that anymore. He became one with the art adorning his castle, so beautiful and yet so dead.
Yes, that was him, the one star shining brighter than any other, and yet because of that, the farthest of all. No one could touch him, no one could join him, no one could love him. He loved himself and that was enough.
He was back in the forest, lying on the cold ground. The physical pain had ended, but his heart had broken in pieces again. Had he even loved the black haired beauty back then? He had let him go so easily. Hadn't even put up a fight. Maybe he really couldn't feel anything from the start and he had just tricked himself into thinking he could.
Asagi... he had seen him suffering for years and yet he had done nothing. Everyone suffered. He had just taken him in from pity. His so called childhood friends, he hadn't met him in decades and they hadn't wanted to meet him. His parents were dead. He was pretty sure his father never loved him. His mother hadn't even known him. And to think he had wanted to save the others. They were waiting for him now.
That was it, wasn't it? If he'd just be a nice boy and die, they could probably just walk out of this damned forest. Who cared anyway? He certainly didn't. It was so dark and cold around him. Maybe if he'd just close his eyes... he'd die.
The needles came again. He welcomed the pain. He felt himself bleeding. The dead forest lets no living being pass. But then the dead don't walk either, do they? He wanted to laugh.
“I'm waiting for you, my love...”
The pain increased for a moment but then, it seemed as if a soft hand was caressing his face. An old memory...
….....................
He had fallen asleep in the harem again. All his playthings were gone and he was alone, as he had ordered before. Or that's what he thought. Because he couldn't be alone when someone was gently touching his cheek. Such a gentle, loving touch. He was mad at first for his order not being obeyed, but he didn't really care that much after all. He opened his eyes and saw the bright red gaze that followed him some nights.
“Asagi...”
“Why do you do this to yourself, my king?”
“Do what?”
“Tear yourself up over and over again.”
He hadn't noticed his own tears threatening to spill when he answered coldly:
“I'm just having a bit of fun, Asagi.”
“No, my king, you're becoming like me. Don't. I have no one but you, your highness, you have many...”
“Who do I have, Asagi. My subjects? Ha, as long as someone sits on that throne they don't give a damn. My lovers? Double haha. And who says I need anyone in the first place?”
“You have me.” Was the soft whisper. And the lithe fingers gently caressed his hair and his face and for the first time in decades, the king cried and cried until he cried himself to sleep. The next morning, Asagi wasn't there anymore but the memory of the soft touch lingered...
…....................................
Asagi had been the one to release him from that horrid pain. He hadn't become less vain (he couldn't allow his defenses to fall like that, ever again) but he had become less cold. Someone loved him and he loved someone back, even though the two of them never admitted it ever again.
“I'm waiting for you, my love...”
His best friend was waiting for him to get back, and somewhere in this world, his soul mate was also waiting for him to come to him and what was he doing? Lying around in a stupid forest, inhaling some stupid vapors and wallowing in self pity and memories of sadder times. He wanted to kill himself right there for his stupidity. Fuck him, fuck the one who hurt him, and damn the world if he'd allow his friends die in this place.
The pain was completely gone and the king got up. He felt lighter than ever before, stronger than ever before. He transformed to his dragon form and let out a growl. Dead forest, right? Then he'd burn it to the ground, if that's what it took. He trusted Yomi's barrier to deflect even his flames. He was a bright kitsune after all.
The moment his flames touched the atmosphere, the mist changed colours, it turned a beautiful turcoaz and then a light shade of blue, and then a beautiful burgundy, astounding purple, bright red. And for a moment, he thought he could hear someone's laugh, before the mist completely disappeared and the sounds of the forest reached his ears. The forest was alive again.
Tired from the previous experiences, he didn't notice the threat heading his way, at lightening speed. He found himself thrown down without feeling anyone's weight throwing him off his feet. What he did feel was a pleasurable see and when turning around, he thought he saw a phantom with sun-kissed hair and blue eyes, and a lovely pout. He also thought he heard someone whisper: “Even though I warned you... I love you.” But it could all have been his imagination for in the end, there was nothing there.
Shocked by what had happened as well as tired from the previous trials, he really was defenseless at the moment. He knew that and yet he couldn't get his body to respond probably. It was as if the mist, when clearing away, had also taken with it a huge part of his energy. So there was nothing he could do except find himself thrown to the ground and menaced by a very pissed off tiger. What the...?
“You better start explaining what you're doing in my forest, dragon.” The tiger spoke.
But as suddenly as he had been attacked, as suddenly the tiger was off him, crying in pain. This day was really something...
“Are you okay?” He heard Kai's voice right next to him. Oh, so that's what had happened. He noticed the tiger was now surrounded by his friends who had come to the rescue. He snickered internally at that. He was the hero for once and it turned out to be only for a moment in time. Now he was the one being rescued. Fate didn't love him, did it?
Asagi and Ruki were safely up in a tree. Oh, they must hate that, he thought.
“You don't play fair, do you? It was a one-on-one fight and you trespassed. And I'm the one getting hurt!” The tiger whined some more before changing shapes. In front of them now stood a blond young-man, with almond shaped beautiful cat eyes, spiky hair, tight-fit leather clothes, and a weird white band over his nose. His eye-lined gaze was nothing less than a predator's warning: you have some serious explanation to do, but his shy smile didn't seem that threatening. And then his smile broke into a huge grin and the next thing they knew, the tiger had his arms full of an excited kitsune.
“Reita! I'm so happy to see you.”
“Yomi, it's been ages. And who is that dreadful looking, scowling guy right behind you?”
Yomi giggled.
“Oh, meet Ruka, my mate. Ruka, this is my betrothed.”
“What?” was the shriek that followed and for a few seconds the others had no idea who was attacking who and just exactly was happening with the other three, who were enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
When the dust seemed to have settled, they saw the most amusing scene: Yomi had tied up the other two with magic threads, at the same time keeping them away from each other.
“Geez, Ruka. I can explain, you know. And Rei, you should have learned better by now.”
Reita really did seem apologetic: “I know, Yomi... tsk. Now let's get on to more interesting stuff; tell me when did you become this strong and how?” Ruka was still uncooperative.
“It's a long story, which I'll tell if you promise to behave.”
Reita was immediately let go. He had promised after all. Ruka kept being immobilized.
“Yomi, let me go!” he threatened.
“Nope. You're just gonna attack Rei again. I'm not letting you go until you calm down. And you won't calm down until you hear the story. So might as well get started. Everyone gather round.”
They all hurried to obey. Even Ruki and Asagi had climbed off the tree by then and were joining the others. This promised to be interesting...
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 18/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15 for now
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there
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 18
With heavy steps, the dragon left the safety of Yomi's barrier. The kitsune tried to stop him at first, but even he understood there was no other way.
The moment he went out, the mist closed in on him. He had walked only a few steps, and he was already all alone, without any idea where to go or how to get back. He touched his face again and looked at his hand. He seemed to not be bleeding at the moment. And then, blinding pain assaulted him. Thousands and thousands of invisible needles were piercing him, torturing him, making him kneel on the ground and gasp for air, air which was poisoned and only made the attacks sharper and more cruel.
He didn't realize he had fainted. He just noticed the world around him blur and take shape again. He was back in his chambers at the palace.
“What the?” He watched himself sliding his hands through the soft black strands, the two of them together on the bed, enjoying the sweet moments after they had made love. Or that was what he thought at the time. The emotions assaulted him, as vivid as then. Was it a memory or had he gone back in time or did something else happen? His adoration for the being in his arms, the burning desire to touch more soft skin, feel more, love more, hold more, own the other and be owned until he didn't even know himself anymore... he remembered vividly all those emotions. He had been so happy.
The scene changed again to one of the corridors of the castle, softly lighted by dozens and dozens of candles. He had been unable to sleep, without his lover in his arms, so he went out for a walk. When turning around the corner, first it was the sounds that reached him, the sounds of two people enjoying themselves in a rather intriguing fashion. He should have turned around but he was the king, he was free to roam the corridors, and his curiosity got the best of him. And then, he froze. His feet couldn't move, his eyes couldn't tear themselves away from that sight, his blood had gone cold, he couldn't feel himself breathing. His lover, the only one for whom he'd give up anything to make him happy, the only one that constructed his world was being embraced by another, was moaning happily in another's arms, was betraying him. He could almost hear his heart break. And then the beautiful being saw him. -He still couldn't think of him as anything other than beautiful.- His lover was surprised, but didn't stop. With a lewd smile, he kept accepting the one pounding into him, until he was screaming in ecstasy. When it was all over and he was noticed by the third party, he didn't even care when that one ran away. He was unable to budge, trapped in his lover's gaze. His lips could barely form a “why?”
“Why what? Why I betrayed you? Why I was fucking someone else? Why you were so stupid to think I loved you? Why couldn't you realize no one can love you?”
He couldn't understand what the other was talking about.
“You're stupid like this, you know. Your only value was as the king and as a stud in bed. I must admit your cock did feel me up perfectly for a while. But you're nothing without your throne, king.” the contempt he heard in that voice that had once whispered sweet words to him enraged him. “No one could ever love anyone as insignificant as you. You don't care about yourself, just about your people and this god forsaken castle, and about me. How can anyone love someone that doesn't love himself? Someone that only caresses and kisses, someone without any personality like you.”
…...................
He was watching something that had happened decades ago and yet he felt everything as then. The pain, the anger, the excruciating hurt, the deception, the slight hope that he was seeing a dream and that it would end soon, the never ending pain. He almost doubled over and his mind almost left him because of it. And he was surprised that then he hadn't collapsed, he hadn't started crying. He had just turned away.
He had wanted to kill the other; he was the dragon king, he could have so easily done it, but for what crime? Betraying your lover was certainly not a crime punishable by death. He let him leave. He forced himself to forget. He also forced himself to change and never love again. Never love someone other than himself, ever again.
And that's when the emptiness started growing. The empty days of waking up, getting groomed and fussed over, deciding something, being fussed over again, admired, revered, loved, fucking someone different every night, going to bed alone, and being so lonely. And yet, with time, he learned not to feel even that anymore. He became one with the art adorning his castle, so beautiful and yet so dead.
Yes, that was him, the one star shining brighter than any other, and yet because of that, the farthest of all. No one could touch him, no one could join him, no one could love him. He loved himself and that was enough.
He was back in the forest, lying on the cold ground. The physical pain had ended, but his heart had broken in pieces again. Had he even loved the black haired beauty back then? He had let him go so easily. Hadn't even put up a fight. Maybe he really couldn't feel anything from the start and he had just tricked himself into thinking he could.
Asagi... he had seen him suffering for years and yet he had done nothing. Everyone suffered. He had just taken him in from pity. His so called childhood friends, he hadn't met him in decades and they hadn't wanted to meet him. His parents were dead. He was pretty sure his father never loved him. His mother hadn't even known him. And to think he had wanted to save the others. They were waiting for him now.
That was it, wasn't it? If he'd just be a nice boy and die, they could probably just walk out of this damned forest. Who cared anyway? He certainly didn't. It was so dark and cold around him. Maybe if he'd just close his eyes... he'd die.
The needles came again. He welcomed the pain. He felt himself bleeding. The dead forest lets no living being pass. But then the dead don't walk either, do they? He wanted to laugh.
“I'm waiting for you, my love...”
The pain increased for a moment but then, it seemed as if a soft hand was caressing his face. An old memory...
….....................
He had fallen asleep in the harem again. All his playthings were gone and he was alone, as he had ordered before. Or that's what he thought. Because he couldn't be alone when someone was gently touching his cheek. Such a gentle, loving touch. He was mad at first for his order not being obeyed, but he didn't really care that much after all. He opened his eyes and saw the bright red gaze that followed him some nights.
“Asagi...”
“Why do you do this to yourself, my king?”
“Do what?”
“Tear yourself up over and over again.”
He hadn't noticed his own tears threatening to spill when he answered coldly:
“I'm just having a bit of fun, Asagi.”
“No, my king, you're becoming like me. Don't. I have no one but you, your highness, you have many...”
“Who do I have, Asagi. My subjects? Ha, as long as someone sits on that throne they don't give a damn. My lovers? Double haha. And who says I need anyone in the first place?”
“You have me.” Was the soft whisper. And the lithe fingers gently caressed his hair and his face and for the first time in decades, the king cried and cried until he cried himself to sleep. The next morning, Asagi wasn't there anymore but the memory of the soft touch lingered...
…....................................
Asagi had been the one to release him from that horrid pain. He hadn't become less vain (he couldn't allow his defenses to fall like that, ever again) but he had become less cold. Someone loved him and he loved someone back, even though the two of them never admitted it ever again.
“I'm waiting for you, my love...”
His best friend was waiting for him to get back, and somewhere in this world, his soul mate was also waiting for him to come to him and what was he doing? Lying around in a stupid forest, inhaling some stupid vapors and wallowing in self pity and memories of sadder times. He wanted to kill himself right there for his stupidity. Fuck him, fuck the one who hurt him, and damn the world if he'd allow his friends die in this place.
The pain was completely gone and the king got up. He felt lighter than ever before, stronger than ever before. He transformed to his dragon form and let out a growl. Dead forest, right? Then he'd burn it to the ground, if that's what it took. He trusted Yomi's barrier to deflect even his flames. He was a bright kitsune after all.
The moment his flames touched the atmosphere, the mist changed colours, it turned a beautiful turcoaz and then a light shade of blue, and then a beautiful burgundy, astounding purple, bright red. And for a moment, he thought he could hear someone's laugh, before the mist completely disappeared and the sounds of the forest reached his ears. The forest was alive again.
Tired from the previous experiences, he didn't notice the threat heading his way, at lightening speed. He found himself thrown down without feeling anyone's weight throwing him off his feet. What he did feel was a pleasurable see and when turning around, he thought he saw a phantom with sun-kissed hair and blue eyes, and a lovely pout. He also thought he heard someone whisper: “Even though I warned you... I love you.” But it could all have been his imagination for in the end, there was nothing there.
Shocked by what had happened as well as tired from the previous trials, he really was defenseless at the moment. He knew that and yet he couldn't get his body to respond probably. It was as if the mist, when clearing away, had also taken with it a huge part of his energy. So there was nothing he could do except find himself thrown to the ground and menaced by a very pissed off tiger. What the...?
“You better start explaining what you're doing in my forest, dragon.” The tiger spoke.
But as suddenly as he had been attacked, as suddenly the tiger was off him, crying in pain. This day was really something...
“Are you okay?” He heard Kai's voice right next to him. Oh, so that's what had happened. He noticed the tiger was now surrounded by his friends who had come to the rescue. He snickered internally at that. He was the hero for once and it turned out to be only for a moment in time. Now he was the one being rescued. Fate didn't love him, did it?
Asagi and Ruki were safely up in a tree. Oh, they must hate that, he thought.
“You don't play fair, do you? It was a one-on-one fight and you trespassed. And I'm the one getting hurt!” The tiger whined some more before changing shapes. In front of them now stood a blond young-man, with almond shaped beautiful cat eyes, spiky hair, tight-fit leather clothes, and a weird white band over his nose. His eye-lined gaze was nothing less than a predator's warning: you have some serious explanation to do, but his shy smile didn't seem that threatening. And then his smile broke into a huge grin and the next thing they knew, the tiger had his arms full of an excited kitsune.
“Reita! I'm so happy to see you.”
“Yomi, it's been ages. And who is that dreadful looking, scowling guy right behind you?”
Yomi giggled.
“Oh, meet Ruka, my mate. Ruka, this is my betrothed.”
“What?” was the shriek that followed and for a few seconds the others had no idea who was attacking who and just exactly was happening with the other three, who were enveloped in a cloud of smoke.
When the dust seemed to have settled, they saw the most amusing scene: Yomi had tied up the other two with magic threads, at the same time keeping them away from each other.
“Geez, Ruka. I can explain, you know. And Rei, you should have learned better by now.”
Reita really did seem apologetic: “I know, Yomi... tsk. Now let's get on to more interesting stuff; tell me when did you become this strong and how?” Ruka was still uncooperative.
“It's a long story, which I'll tell if you promise to behave.”
Reita was immediately let go. He had promised after all. Ruka kept being immobilized.
“Yomi, let me go!” he threatened.
“Nope. You're just gonna attack Rei again. I'm not letting you go until you calm down. And you won't calm down until you hear the story. So might as well get started. Everyone gather round.”
They all hurried to obey. Even Ruki and Asagi had climbed off the tree by then and were joining the others. This promised to be interesting...