There will be magic, chapter 39, RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 39/?
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 39
He could feel the blood pumping in his ears, and his heartstrings threatening to unravel. Every breath of air was like a blow to his sternum and his eyes stung from the tears he had unconsciously cried. But what hurt more than any physical pain was the memory, the recollection of Aoi dying in his arms, without him being able to stop it. And his arms felt so empty now, empty yet heavy.
He had never truly lost anyone dear to him before and to have lost Aoi even before admitting his feelings was more painful than being spiked alive. At least then he had had the luxury of losing consciousness. Now, not only when he was awake, but even during the night, Aoi's voice and hugs and hungry kisses followed him, transformed each dream into a the nightmarish repetition of his death.
…..............
Blood was covering his hands and his torso but Reita barely felt the sticky warm life substance. Instead, he perceived acutely the shallow breathing, growing fainter and fainter, as well as the slowing rhythm of the basilisk's heart. And also, the light that quick died in the deep dark eyes.
Kai had rushed to Aoi immediately after him and performed a quick scan, shaking his head, fortunately behind Reita. The tiger didn't need to see the gesture to know.
“Reita, what is he?” Kai asked. Reita couldn't say. “Please. I have to know if there is to be the smallest infinitesimal chance of saving him.” Kai pleaded and his voice sounded small, like a child acknowledging his mistakes to a pained mother.
“I don't know, Kai. He refused to tell me that. He used to hate himself for what he was and I just didn't have the heart to pry.”
Kai understood and yet he felt sorry. Perhaps even knowing wouldn't have helped, he tried to soothe his conscience. His lover and the others, forming a circle around them gave Kai another idea, though. He quickly turned to Asagi.
“Asagi, you know, don't you? You have to know. Please, maybe there's a way.” Kai pleaded and didn't really know why he absolutely loathed the idea of Aoi dying. They hadn't truly become friends and yet Kai had felt somehow connected to the other, and he wasn't one to allow that to fade so easily.
Asagi took just a few moments before shaking his face and dropping the cold mask that had become so easy to wear. For a few moments his eyes were warm and his tone trembled, his lower lip moving a bit nervously, his hands clenched tightly at his side.
“I don't know why this happened. It shouldn't... He's a Mishepishu. If he doesn't heal himself then there is nothing anyone can do. There should have been nothing that could... ”
Reita growled, low in his throat and it turned more into a howl when leaving him, with violent force, in one swooshing breath. “Don't you dare!”
Asagi quickly shut his mouth and put his mask back on.
“Reita, what...” Yomi tried to coax the other man into a bit more rational frame of mind, even though pretending Reita were rational at the moment was in itself a foolish thing. Bloody hateful eyes, unlike anything he had ever seen turned towards Yomi and Reita's pained yet dangerous warning struck something inside:
“I hate you!” Ruka almost growled when feeling the tenseness and weariness that assaulted his lover as a result of the painful cry but he could have a bit of understanding for the tiger. If it were his own lover, he might have already killed the one who had interfered. Not that Ruka would ever allow that. His possessive arms around Yomi served a double purpose: assurance and protection.
Yomi was sad and guilt gnawed at his insides. If only he hadn't stopped Reita. But he knew that then they would probably have two friends in critical condition, if not worse. Aoi would have protected Reita until his dying breath which would have only accelerated his fall, perhaps before slaying his opponent. And then, where would the tiger be? Probably taking his revenge on the thing - the same hard to dismiss conscience reared his ugly head again. Yomi didn't want to feel guilty, his head tried to convince him there was no reason to be guilty, and yet, perhaps if he and the others had acted sooner...
Everyone thought along the same lines. If they hadn't rushed, thought Ruki and Kai, if I hadn't interfered, was Yomi, if we had just barged in, thought the dragon, Ruka and Kai, if I had known, were Asagi's thoughts. And not all the regrets in the world could help stop Aoi's heart from stopping.
Reita held the basilisk, he would perhaps always think of him like that, until Aoi had become cold in his arms and then gently wrapped him up in a cloak and carried him further away. He needed time alone to say goodbye.
“I'm so tired, Aoi. I wish... and I know you'd be furious with me if you knew... but I wish I'd lie there next to you and hold your hand when crossing together that barrier between this world and the next. There's so many things I regret. My whole life seems to me filled with nothing but regrets right now. I even regret snapping at Yomi earlier, or I think I would if my heart would just stop bleeding. But I...” His voice finally choked and cracked under the pressure and between the sobs, no other words were intelligible for a while. The sun was low in the sky, signalling the end of a day, when Reita finally had no more tears to spill and his throat no more power to cry. Yet his weak, resigned, tearful voice was carried by the wind: “I regret not having said back, not even knowing it till... You were and will always be my mate, Aoi.”
And like that he retreated, allowing the body to simply rest, peacefully now, for all eternity, and the world to gently trickle sand and bury his love.
…........................................
Two days had passed since they had left, never a heavier silence than between them. But it could have been ages or just minutes, for Reita it mattered not, for he did not feel alive. And the others felt the heavy weight of having lost one of theirs and were quiet too. After all the time together, not even words were necessary for communication, and for the time being there was no possible way of better expressing their regrets and loss than the heavy, leaden silence.
It was night and the stars, unaffected by the sufferings of the beings they watched over, were shining brightly in the skies, when Reita finally collapsed and let his fatigue overwhelm him and put him asleep. But his rest was short for his nightmares got worse, more bloody and frightening every night and this night was not to be an exception. Merely hours later he jolted awake, his eyes dilated, his mouth carved into a silent screami. He would cry if only there were something left to cry for. These days, the nightmares were the only things that made him feel anything anymore, anything but the bottomless despair encompassing him all the time.
And this night, it was just too much. There was no point. He'd go back, he made up his mind, and do what he had envisioned those two days ago: lie next to his mate, close his eyes and let himself at last be free. Not even the brief flash of Hitsugi's image before his eyes could deter him - no, just make him write a letter, asking his friends, if they could, to be sure Hitsugi was free at last - for him- and to say sorry to Yomi, for his head knew it had been wrong and his heart also knew it, probably, under all the darkness that surrounded him.
And like that, undetected even by the sharp senses of the vampire, he left the camp long before anyone started stirring.
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 39/?
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 39
He could feel the blood pumping in his ears, and his heartstrings threatening to unravel. Every breath of air was like a blow to his sternum and his eyes stung from the tears he had unconsciously cried. But what hurt more than any physical pain was the memory, the recollection of Aoi dying in his arms, without him being able to stop it. And his arms felt so empty now, empty yet heavy.
He had never truly lost anyone dear to him before and to have lost Aoi even before admitting his feelings was more painful than being spiked alive. At least then he had had the luxury of losing consciousness. Now, not only when he was awake, but even during the night, Aoi's voice and hugs and hungry kisses followed him, transformed each dream into a the nightmarish repetition of his death.
…..............
Blood was covering his hands and his torso but Reita barely felt the sticky warm life substance. Instead, he perceived acutely the shallow breathing, growing fainter and fainter, as well as the slowing rhythm of the basilisk's heart. And also, the light that quick died in the deep dark eyes.
Kai had rushed to Aoi immediately after him and performed a quick scan, shaking his head, fortunately behind Reita. The tiger didn't need to see the gesture to know.
“Reita, what is he?” Kai asked. Reita couldn't say. “Please. I have to know if there is to be the smallest infinitesimal chance of saving him.” Kai pleaded and his voice sounded small, like a child acknowledging his mistakes to a pained mother.
“I don't know, Kai. He refused to tell me that. He used to hate himself for what he was and I just didn't have the heart to pry.”
Kai understood and yet he felt sorry. Perhaps even knowing wouldn't have helped, he tried to soothe his conscience. His lover and the others, forming a circle around them gave Kai another idea, though. He quickly turned to Asagi.
“Asagi, you know, don't you? You have to know. Please, maybe there's a way.” Kai pleaded and didn't really know why he absolutely loathed the idea of Aoi dying. They hadn't truly become friends and yet Kai had felt somehow connected to the other, and he wasn't one to allow that to fade so easily.
Asagi took just a few moments before shaking his face and dropping the cold mask that had become so easy to wear. For a few moments his eyes were warm and his tone trembled, his lower lip moving a bit nervously, his hands clenched tightly at his side.
“I don't know why this happened. It shouldn't... He's a Mishepishu. If he doesn't heal himself then there is nothing anyone can do. There should have been nothing that could... ”
Reita growled, low in his throat and it turned more into a howl when leaving him, with violent force, in one swooshing breath. “Don't you dare!”
Asagi quickly shut his mouth and put his mask back on.
“Reita, what...” Yomi tried to coax the other man into a bit more rational frame of mind, even though pretending Reita were rational at the moment was in itself a foolish thing. Bloody hateful eyes, unlike anything he had ever seen turned towards Yomi and Reita's pained yet dangerous warning struck something inside:
“I hate you!” Ruka almost growled when feeling the tenseness and weariness that assaulted his lover as a result of the painful cry but he could have a bit of understanding for the tiger. If it were his own lover, he might have already killed the one who had interfered. Not that Ruka would ever allow that. His possessive arms around Yomi served a double purpose: assurance and protection.
Yomi was sad and guilt gnawed at his insides. If only he hadn't stopped Reita. But he knew that then they would probably have two friends in critical condition, if not worse. Aoi would have protected Reita until his dying breath which would have only accelerated his fall, perhaps before slaying his opponent. And then, where would the tiger be? Probably taking his revenge on the thing - the same hard to dismiss conscience reared his ugly head again. Yomi didn't want to feel guilty, his head tried to convince him there was no reason to be guilty, and yet, perhaps if he and the others had acted sooner...
Everyone thought along the same lines. If they hadn't rushed, thought Ruki and Kai, if I hadn't interfered, was Yomi, if we had just barged in, thought the dragon, Ruka and Kai, if I had known, were Asagi's thoughts. And not all the regrets in the world could help stop Aoi's heart from stopping.
Reita held the basilisk, he would perhaps always think of him like that, until Aoi had become cold in his arms and then gently wrapped him up in a cloak and carried him further away. He needed time alone to say goodbye.
“I'm so tired, Aoi. I wish... and I know you'd be furious with me if you knew... but I wish I'd lie there next to you and hold your hand when crossing together that barrier between this world and the next. There's so many things I regret. My whole life seems to me filled with nothing but regrets right now. I even regret snapping at Yomi earlier, or I think I would if my heart would just stop bleeding. But I...” His voice finally choked and cracked under the pressure and between the sobs, no other words were intelligible for a while. The sun was low in the sky, signalling the end of a day, when Reita finally had no more tears to spill and his throat no more power to cry. Yet his weak, resigned, tearful voice was carried by the wind: “I regret not having said back, not even knowing it till... You were and will always be my mate, Aoi.”
And like that he retreated, allowing the body to simply rest, peacefully now, for all eternity, and the world to gently trickle sand and bury his love.
…........................................
Two days had passed since they had left, never a heavier silence than between them. But it could have been ages or just minutes, for Reita it mattered not, for he did not feel alive. And the others felt the heavy weight of having lost one of theirs and were quiet too. After all the time together, not even words were necessary for communication, and for the time being there was no possible way of better expressing their regrets and loss than the heavy, leaden silence.
It was night and the stars, unaffected by the sufferings of the beings they watched over, were shining brightly in the skies, when Reita finally collapsed and let his fatigue overwhelm him and put him asleep. But his rest was short for his nightmares got worse, more bloody and frightening every night and this night was not to be an exception. Merely hours later he jolted awake, his eyes dilated, his mouth carved into a silent screami. He would cry if only there were something left to cry for. These days, the nightmares were the only things that made him feel anything anymore, anything but the bottomless despair encompassing him all the time.
And this night, it was just too much. There was no point. He'd go back, he made up his mind, and do what he had envisioned those two days ago: lie next to his mate, close his eyes and let himself at last be free. Not even the brief flash of Hitsugi's image before his eyes could deter him - no, just make him write a letter, asking his friends, if they could, to be sure Hitsugi was free at last - for him- and to say sorry to Yomi, for his head knew it had been wrong and his heart also knew it, probably, under all the darkness that surrounded him.
And like that, undetected even by the sharp senses of the vampire, he left the camp long before anyone started stirring.