There will be magic, chapter 29, RukixKai, ReitaxAoi, RukaxYomi
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 29/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-17, for this chapter
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 29
“Asagi, you need to leave Aoi and Reita alone.” Ruki all of a sudden started.
“Ruki, it's not that easy.”
“He cares for him, Asagi. And you're planning on destroying that.” Asagi sighed.
“There is no other way. At this point, he is still the only one in love. If, in the worst case, Reita starts loving him back, we're doomed. It'd be the same as packing up and going back home.”
“Why?”
“Ruki, you know I...”
“Asagi, you're forgetting that now I can read your thoughts like an open book and yet I'm asking. So please, don't make me do something I don't want to do. Right now, I just know that you have no right to plan anything against those two.”
“I'll explain parts of it and hope you'll be satisfied with that. You must have realized that during this voyage, everyone seems to find their mate. That's the true purpose of the quest, not just finding the dragon's pair. Each and everyone of the lovers that find each other on this trip form a powerful element, all elements that will balance the scales on our side, allowing us to maintain magic and defeat the force that opposes us. I can also tell you that the medallion you created earlier is the symbol of such an union. There are four medallions.”
“Aoi has another one...”
“No, he has half a medallion. Only mates can create a medallion, since for its creation it needs their combined powers and feelings. And Reita is not Aoi's mate. At this rate, not just Aoi's but perhaps Reita's true medallion may remain incomplete. If it were just one pair, since we have Yomi and Ruka, we might just make it. If Reita falls in love with Aoi...”
Ruki stopped him. He saw where this was going.
“Asagi, have you ever been in love?” he asked instead.
“Wha... No.”
“Then vision or no visions, what gives you the right to tell Aoi to stop loving or tell Reita not to fall in love? Love is not something you can control like that!”
“But I am still doing it for everyone's sake.” Asagi tried to reason.
“Are you? Tell me something Asagi, why are you so dark on the inside, hopeless? It's as if you locked every one of your deep emotions in a chest and buried it somewhere.”
“I'm a seer. I see different versions of destruction and death every time I have a vision. Do you think anyone could remain happy and cheerful after seeing what I'm seeing?”
“Asagi, I don't think there is a single future. And if you shut your feelings because you're scared of what you've seen, then you're making a mistake right there. How can you lead us when you're afraid of yourself? How can you hope to see a better future when you hold no hope for yourself?”
“I don't matter in this!” Asagi almost yelled.
“Don't you?” Ruki calmly replied. “Then why lead us in the first place, why not just let fate take it's course?”
Asagi didn't have an answer for that.
“You're just not allowing yourself to see, Asagi. The answer is right before your eyes and you're missing it. I'm just begging you, don't do something you're going to regret. I know you will. Because there's no way you can fight against feelings like Aoi's and win.” And just like that, Ruki left and re-joined the others.
Asagi was left struggling with himself.
“What aren't I seeing? Am I wrong? Am I somehow influencing these visions?” Trapped in his thoughts, he didn't notice the dragon sneek up behind him.
“What did you two talk about?” The king's voice startled him and more out of reflex than conscious thought, Asagi bottled everything up inside again.
“Nothing much.”
The king sighed and gently petted Asagi's black silky hair.
“You were worried before. I want to help. Can't you tell me?”
There was this prickly feeling inside Asagi's chest, urging him to share his thoughts and questions with this man, because he might just be able to help. He was the dragon king, after all, and not only that, but the only being on this earth towards who Asagi felt anything remotely similar to love.
“I've seen Reita's mate and it's not Aoi. And he knows it too. And still he persists...”
“Ah...” The dragon dejectedly said.
Asagi immediately stopped talking.
“Will you tell me the same as Ruki? That I'm wrong in trying to get Aoi to give Reita up?”
“Asagi, do you know why I haven't insisted on you telling me who my mate is? Not because I couldn't get you to tell me. If I really wanted to, I could, you know.” Asagi made an incredulous face. “But because I trust you and more than that, I trust myself. I trusted you when telling me that you saw happiness in my future, but I trust myself in choosing that happiness. I choose my mate Asagi, not you nor fate. I loved once and lost it and now, I'm opening my heart to the possibility of feeling heartbreak like that all over again. Do you really think you could do anything to make my heart decide one way or another? Do you know me that little?”
A small smile crossed Asagi's face. Oh, he knew better than that. His king was dead stubborn. And he was also dead right most of the times he was actually seriously considering something. Asagi sighed. Perhaps he really should give this all a rest. He did promise to himself to interfere the less possible after all and his end was already decided for him anyway... What could be the harm in allowing himself a flicker of hope? And when thinking that, he felt his heart grow warmer a bit.
“I wonder why I allow you to influence me.” Asagi joked.
“Because I'm brilliant, of course.” he laughed copiously and then seriously added “And besides, I don't think you really wanted to do that to Aoi anyway.” At Asagi's confused face he continued. “I think I know you better than you know yourself and you are not an insensible person, Asagi. Seeing Aoi unhappy would have made you miserable and still you would have forced yourself to do it and would have lied to yourself about your true feelings. Your heart has more room for love than you can possibly imagine.” And with that said, the dragon left.
Automatically, Asagi denied it. Inside, a small piece of his soul resonated and brought to his mind's eyes memories from long ago: a village in flames, Suiko's dead gaze, Yomi's worried amber eyes, the king's green orbs the first time they met...
….........
It seemed like he had been walking forever amongst the ruins of the place he had once called home. There was nothing left for him there. That day, he shuddered to remember, he had seen that man killing his sister and something snapped. It was all a blur and all he could remember was getting up from the bloody floor, the soldier's body next to his. He was horrified to find himself drenched in blood, and in his hand, the severed penis of the soldier. He threw it away, chocking on the bile rising from his stomach, emptying his stomach on the already filthy floor. After that, he started his run. He hadn't noticed at first but even though he was screaming his lungs out, no one tried to stop him and he saw no one. He spent the night in the forest, freezing in the cold autumn wind, hugging himself tight while not being able to close his eyes without reliving the horrors of the day. Awake and tortured by the same sights, morning came and he decided to go back.
The village was dead. He entered houses and saw corpses everywhere, not just of people he had grown up seeing, but the very soldiers that had attacked them. All were dead. In his house, nothing had changed but it seemed that he, himself, had become a different person that night, for now he didn't mind so much seeing the corpse of the man he thought he killed. He took his little sister in his arms and carried her outside town. He had loved his mother too, he remembered, but that had been before their father died and she had started drinking... He wished he could remember her as she had been when they had been a family. Curious thing, memory, you can't really make it listen to you...
The one being he truly loved in this world had been Suiko and the night their father died, he had promised her that they'd always be close to each other. He was big enough to know that later on, they'd have their own families and people to love, but he promised in his heart that there would always be room in his heart for his sister.
He carried the frail body that seemed lighter than he remembered until he reached the old village cemetery. It was a tranquil place, and at least now, preferable to the sight the town offered. There was no blood, no corpses, no ruins or debriefs, just neat rows of tomb marks and trees losing their foliage in the autumn's snarky winds. Asagi threaded on a soft bed of yellow, brown and reddish leaves, scrunching under his feet until he reached the family place. Their father was buried there. He had died young, no one knew why, some curious disease that finished him in just days. He had left their mother broken, a lonely little boy and a little girl that would barely remember him.
Without releasing Suiko's body, Asagi fell to his knees and wept. He wished he could bury the girl in his arms, bury her next to their father and then lay down next to her and sleep. Maybe never wake up. The cold wind immediately cooled down the hot tears escaping from his eyes while the sun's bright rays made them glitter like diamonds.
“What's wrong?” He heard a voice and snapped his head up, only to meet the lithe body of a green eyed boy. And it wasn't the royal robes he wore or the majestic aura Asagi thought he could see or the scale covered, skeletal looking blue wings sprouting from his back that awed the orphan. It was those crystal-like green eyes, greener than the forest in spring, greener than the moss growing on trees, greener than Suiko's once so full of life eyes, that shook Asagi to the core.
“Why are your eyes red?” The deep voice sounded again. It was a voice that didn't seem to belong to that frail black haired demon and it was the last thing Asagi heard before falling into unconsciousness.
When he had woken up, the two of them were still in the graveyard, but the strange child was now gently rocking him, he no longer sprouted wings and his eyes were the darkest black Asagi knew of. The boy had buried his sister next to their father and then waited for Asagi to wake up.
During those brief moments of unconsciousness, Asagi had seen the first visions, experienced his own death for the first time and become detached from everything he had previously known in the world. Everyone except the future king.
“I am Asagi, dragon king, your seer.” He had surprised his companion.
…..............
He had lost his heart that day, or so he had thought. Perhaps he had simply attempted to hide it away, bury it like he had buried Suiko, and it turned out now that perhaps he hadn't managed to complete the task. He looked at the dust storm steadily drawing closer. Perhaps Aoi's love was like that storm, capable to sweep everything in its way, capable of burying everything in its path, of killing them all. Asagi couldn't stop the storm from coming, so he probably couldn't stop Aoi from loving Reita and it would be futile to even try.
And just maybe he could allow himself to hope for a different vision this time, a vision where Aoi and Reita could complete that medallion, a vision where they'd complete their quest and he would once again see those green eyes he loved so much.
Because after the storm, the sun would still rise and shine over them all.
A/N: Asagi has been a bit left out of the story recently, and the plot bunnies refused to leave him out any longer. And they gave more insight to his character. Don't you just love them? PS: they adore chocolate carrots, so if you keep feeding them, they might be well disposed enough to actually keep up the good works. With that said, thanks you to those of you that read this and like it and special squishes and hugs to all those that comment. You make my bunnies feel fluffy.
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 29/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-17, for this chapter
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 29
“Asagi, you need to leave Aoi and Reita alone.” Ruki all of a sudden started.
“Ruki, it's not that easy.”
“He cares for him, Asagi. And you're planning on destroying that.” Asagi sighed.
“There is no other way. At this point, he is still the only one in love. If, in the worst case, Reita starts loving him back, we're doomed. It'd be the same as packing up and going back home.”
“Why?”
“Ruki, you know I...”
“Asagi, you're forgetting that now I can read your thoughts like an open book and yet I'm asking. So please, don't make me do something I don't want to do. Right now, I just know that you have no right to plan anything against those two.”
“I'll explain parts of it and hope you'll be satisfied with that. You must have realized that during this voyage, everyone seems to find their mate. That's the true purpose of the quest, not just finding the dragon's pair. Each and everyone of the lovers that find each other on this trip form a powerful element, all elements that will balance the scales on our side, allowing us to maintain magic and defeat the force that opposes us. I can also tell you that the medallion you created earlier is the symbol of such an union. There are four medallions.”
“Aoi has another one...”
“No, he has half a medallion. Only mates can create a medallion, since for its creation it needs their combined powers and feelings. And Reita is not Aoi's mate. At this rate, not just Aoi's but perhaps Reita's true medallion may remain incomplete. If it were just one pair, since we have Yomi and Ruka, we might just make it. If Reita falls in love with Aoi...”
Ruki stopped him. He saw where this was going.
“Asagi, have you ever been in love?” he asked instead.
“Wha... No.”
“Then vision or no visions, what gives you the right to tell Aoi to stop loving or tell Reita not to fall in love? Love is not something you can control like that!”
“But I am still doing it for everyone's sake.” Asagi tried to reason.
“Are you? Tell me something Asagi, why are you so dark on the inside, hopeless? It's as if you locked every one of your deep emotions in a chest and buried it somewhere.”
“I'm a seer. I see different versions of destruction and death every time I have a vision. Do you think anyone could remain happy and cheerful after seeing what I'm seeing?”
“Asagi, I don't think there is a single future. And if you shut your feelings because you're scared of what you've seen, then you're making a mistake right there. How can you lead us when you're afraid of yourself? How can you hope to see a better future when you hold no hope for yourself?”
“I don't matter in this!” Asagi almost yelled.
“Don't you?” Ruki calmly replied. “Then why lead us in the first place, why not just let fate take it's course?”
Asagi didn't have an answer for that.
“You're just not allowing yourself to see, Asagi. The answer is right before your eyes and you're missing it. I'm just begging you, don't do something you're going to regret. I know you will. Because there's no way you can fight against feelings like Aoi's and win.” And just like that, Ruki left and re-joined the others.
Asagi was left struggling with himself.
“What aren't I seeing? Am I wrong? Am I somehow influencing these visions?” Trapped in his thoughts, he didn't notice the dragon sneek up behind him.
“What did you two talk about?” The king's voice startled him and more out of reflex than conscious thought, Asagi bottled everything up inside again.
“Nothing much.”
The king sighed and gently petted Asagi's black silky hair.
“You were worried before. I want to help. Can't you tell me?”
There was this prickly feeling inside Asagi's chest, urging him to share his thoughts and questions with this man, because he might just be able to help. He was the dragon king, after all, and not only that, but the only being on this earth towards who Asagi felt anything remotely similar to love.
“I've seen Reita's mate and it's not Aoi. And he knows it too. And still he persists...”
“Ah...” The dragon dejectedly said.
Asagi immediately stopped talking.
“Will you tell me the same as Ruki? That I'm wrong in trying to get Aoi to give Reita up?”
“Asagi, do you know why I haven't insisted on you telling me who my mate is? Not because I couldn't get you to tell me. If I really wanted to, I could, you know.” Asagi made an incredulous face. “But because I trust you and more than that, I trust myself. I trusted you when telling me that you saw happiness in my future, but I trust myself in choosing that happiness. I choose my mate Asagi, not you nor fate. I loved once and lost it and now, I'm opening my heart to the possibility of feeling heartbreak like that all over again. Do you really think you could do anything to make my heart decide one way or another? Do you know me that little?”
A small smile crossed Asagi's face. Oh, he knew better than that. His king was dead stubborn. And he was also dead right most of the times he was actually seriously considering something. Asagi sighed. Perhaps he really should give this all a rest. He did promise to himself to interfere the less possible after all and his end was already decided for him anyway... What could be the harm in allowing himself a flicker of hope? And when thinking that, he felt his heart grow warmer a bit.
“I wonder why I allow you to influence me.” Asagi joked.
“Because I'm brilliant, of course.” he laughed copiously and then seriously added “And besides, I don't think you really wanted to do that to Aoi anyway.” At Asagi's confused face he continued. “I think I know you better than you know yourself and you are not an insensible person, Asagi. Seeing Aoi unhappy would have made you miserable and still you would have forced yourself to do it and would have lied to yourself about your true feelings. Your heart has more room for love than you can possibly imagine.” And with that said, the dragon left.
Automatically, Asagi denied it. Inside, a small piece of his soul resonated and brought to his mind's eyes memories from long ago: a village in flames, Suiko's dead gaze, Yomi's worried amber eyes, the king's green orbs the first time they met...
….........
It seemed like he had been walking forever amongst the ruins of the place he had once called home. There was nothing left for him there. That day, he shuddered to remember, he had seen that man killing his sister and something snapped. It was all a blur and all he could remember was getting up from the bloody floor, the soldier's body next to his. He was horrified to find himself drenched in blood, and in his hand, the severed penis of the soldier. He threw it away, chocking on the bile rising from his stomach, emptying his stomach on the already filthy floor. After that, he started his run. He hadn't noticed at first but even though he was screaming his lungs out, no one tried to stop him and he saw no one. He spent the night in the forest, freezing in the cold autumn wind, hugging himself tight while not being able to close his eyes without reliving the horrors of the day. Awake and tortured by the same sights, morning came and he decided to go back.
The village was dead. He entered houses and saw corpses everywhere, not just of people he had grown up seeing, but the very soldiers that had attacked them. All were dead. In his house, nothing had changed but it seemed that he, himself, had become a different person that night, for now he didn't mind so much seeing the corpse of the man he thought he killed. He took his little sister in his arms and carried her outside town. He had loved his mother too, he remembered, but that had been before their father died and she had started drinking... He wished he could remember her as she had been when they had been a family. Curious thing, memory, you can't really make it listen to you...
The one being he truly loved in this world had been Suiko and the night their father died, he had promised her that they'd always be close to each other. He was big enough to know that later on, they'd have their own families and people to love, but he promised in his heart that there would always be room in his heart for his sister.
He carried the frail body that seemed lighter than he remembered until he reached the old village cemetery. It was a tranquil place, and at least now, preferable to the sight the town offered. There was no blood, no corpses, no ruins or debriefs, just neat rows of tomb marks and trees losing their foliage in the autumn's snarky winds. Asagi threaded on a soft bed of yellow, brown and reddish leaves, scrunching under his feet until he reached the family place. Their father was buried there. He had died young, no one knew why, some curious disease that finished him in just days. He had left their mother broken, a lonely little boy and a little girl that would barely remember him.
Without releasing Suiko's body, Asagi fell to his knees and wept. He wished he could bury the girl in his arms, bury her next to their father and then lay down next to her and sleep. Maybe never wake up. The cold wind immediately cooled down the hot tears escaping from his eyes while the sun's bright rays made them glitter like diamonds.
“What's wrong?” He heard a voice and snapped his head up, only to meet the lithe body of a green eyed boy. And it wasn't the royal robes he wore or the majestic aura Asagi thought he could see or the scale covered, skeletal looking blue wings sprouting from his back that awed the orphan. It was those crystal-like green eyes, greener than the forest in spring, greener than the moss growing on trees, greener than Suiko's once so full of life eyes, that shook Asagi to the core.
“Why are your eyes red?” The deep voice sounded again. It was a voice that didn't seem to belong to that frail black haired demon and it was the last thing Asagi heard before falling into unconsciousness.
When he had woken up, the two of them were still in the graveyard, but the strange child was now gently rocking him, he no longer sprouted wings and his eyes were the darkest black Asagi knew of. The boy had buried his sister next to their father and then waited for Asagi to wake up.
During those brief moments of unconsciousness, Asagi had seen the first visions, experienced his own death for the first time and become detached from everything he had previously known in the world. Everyone except the future king.
“I am Asagi, dragon king, your seer.” He had surprised his companion.
…..............
He had lost his heart that day, or so he had thought. Perhaps he had simply attempted to hide it away, bury it like he had buried Suiko, and it turned out now that perhaps he hadn't managed to complete the task. He looked at the dust storm steadily drawing closer. Perhaps Aoi's love was like that storm, capable to sweep everything in its way, capable of burying everything in its path, of killing them all. Asagi couldn't stop the storm from coming, so he probably couldn't stop Aoi from loving Reita and it would be futile to even try.
And just maybe he could allow himself to hope for a different vision this time, a vision where Aoi and Reita could complete that medallion, a vision where they'd complete their quest and he would once again see those green eyes he loved so much.
Because after the storm, the sun would still rise and shine over them all.
A/N: Asagi has been a bit left out of the story recently, and the plot bunnies refused to leave him out any longer. And they gave more insight to his character. Don't you just love them? PS: they adore chocolate carrots, so if you keep feeding them, they might be well disposed enough to actually keep up the good works. With that said, thanks you to those of you that read this and like it and special squishes and hugs to all those that comment. You make my bunnies feel fluffy.