There will magic, chapter 45, RukixKai, RukaxYomi, ReitaxAoi
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 45/?
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 45
Meanwhile, the other two couples had also found their own oasis, where they could enjoy each other’s company and catch their breath after the long and tiring journey.
The kitsune had been the first one to heed the general opinion and drag his lover away from the others. He stopped under the blood red leafs of a solitary old maple.
“I wonder how this maple came to be here. Amongst all the evergreen, a drop of red.”
The sun’s rays through the foliage formed a reddish bubble, where even sound, smell and touch seemed to lose some of their finesse, a coloured world that the pair invaded and took possession of. Ruka sat on the ground and leaned against the thick trunk, opening his legs, inviting Yomi to spoon against him. The kitsune minded the invitation and sat against his lover, wrapped in his arms.
“It’s been a while since we could be like this, Ruka-pon.”
The growl that followed was rather affectionate, like the purr of a huge cat in the arms of its master. Ironic, considering he was the one embracing Yomi. The kitsune chuckled. Ruka enjoyed having the other close, being able to smell his blood and still have enough control to be able to keep his fangs from sinking into the inviting flesh. If only he truly were in control, he thought.
Yomi looked at the sky, where a tropicbird was crossing the blue ocean, surely heading for the sea.
“I wonder how close we are to the ocean.” The tropicbird looked down at the two lovers nestled under the tree, turned a sharp turn and descended quickly. Yomi stretched his arm and the bird tamely landed there, folding his long white wings against its smallish body. It pecked at Yomi’s shirt and cooed slightly.
“Hello, girl. Are you flying towards the ocean?” Was the only question that the vampire understood, followed by a short yet fast-paced bird tongue dialogue. Soon after, the tropicbird stretched its magnificent wings and flew away, its red bill trailing behind, like a thread connecting them to it even after it had flown away.
“She’s looking for her mate. The ocean isn’t far away. Two days flight, she said.”
“You don’t seem happy.” Ruka commented. In the awkward silence that settled between them, he could feel Yomi’s muscles gradually tensing and then relaxing.
“I worry stupidly.”
“What about?”
“I might be a bit jealous.” Yomi pouted.
“You? I thought I was the only one getting jealous around here.” Ruka snickered. “I at least hope you’re jealous over me.”
“Bastard.” Yomi cursed in jest. Silence stretched again, slightly more comfortable than the one before.
“Why?”
“It really wouldn’t hurt to form complete sentences, you know?” Ruka felt that Yomi was just preceding his answer and not trying to divert his attention, so he patiently waited for the other to continue. “Reita and Aoi have bonded.” Ruka wondered why those two mating could possibly affect Yomi. He was not about to feel jealous again for no good reason, just because Reita’s name had come up. Objectively speaking, Reita was out of the picture anyway for he was now sure the tiger had never intended to steal Yomi away. “Why aren’t we, Ruka? It hurts to see them in love, living it, enjoying it, while you tell me to wait for something I don’t even know. I have no choice but to wait, I know… But every day it hurts more. At least tell me why.”
Ruka shuddered, for Yomi was asking a question he dreaded. Not only was he not supposed to answer, but he dreaded Yomi’s reaction if he were to find out. Therefore, even though he knew he had no right to hide it from him, he tried to lure the kitsune’s attention away. He latched his lips to the soft creamy skin through which the strong loved pulse was beating. He rolled his tongue over Yomi’s neck, lightly bit right under his ear, one of the areas that he had discovered would turn Yomi into a quivering mess, and then sunk his canines into the thick vein luring him. He knew that every moment warm sweet blood flowed into his mouth would be a moment of pleasure for the smaller man, spiralling him towards oblivion.
But suddenly Yomi betrayed his expectations, clutched his left hand and in a pleading voice asked Ruka to stop. His teary voice sounded tortured to the vampire, far away from the pleasure he was supposed to be feeling.
“Yomi?”
“When you do that, you’re using me. If you can’t tell me, then what is my role in your life, Ruka? If you can’t share everything with me… why…” His sobs racked his small body and tears flew like rivers down his cheeks.
After carefully sealing the wound, licking all the small drops of blood away, Ruka sighed and hid his face in the kitsune’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I never meant for you to suffer because of this. Mating with you now, Yomi, would mean killing you. I’m one of the un-dead, love. Even this close to you, whose blood I desire like nothing else in this world, it costs me to keep a level head and control my desires. When vampires mate, we kill our mate. And then turn him. That is how things are done.”
“So I have to die? That’s why you were afraid of telling me? I would, for you. You don’t have to worry. So can’t we?”
Hearing his answer, Ruka raised his head and gently turned the kitsune, so he could look into his eyes.
“I don’t want that. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you to ever have to kill to quench your thirst. Newly turned vampires can’t control their thirst; they always kill their prey. You’re too sweet to be a killer, Yomi.”
“Then we can’t mate? Ruka, I’ll pay that price. So what’s stopping us from doing it now?”
“Don’t make me tell you, Yomi. Please. There’s a very powerful reason for why I can’t tell you more. Please believe me that as soon as we get back to the palace, we can be together.”
“You’re trying to use a loophole, aren’t you? There is some kind of rule saying that if I’m a virgin at the time, I get to keep my soul or something, isn’t there? You’re still taking a decision for me, Ruka.” He took a deep breath and continued. “We don’t even know whether we’ll survive this trip. No matter what I have to go through, I don’t want to wait.”
His small hands started undoing the small buttons closing Ruka’s dark shirt. Ruka put his hands over Yomi’s and with the fiercest gaze he could muster, ordered the kitsune to stop.
“I had another dream last night, Ruka. I’m going to die. I’ve started to feel it, my body has already started anticipating it.”
“Yomi, that was only a dream. You haven’t had a vision in so long…”
“That bird earlier knew it too, Ruka. That’s why she came down, to mourn for me.”
“Do you know when?”
“When we reach the sea. Something is waiting for us there.”
“I won’t turn you into a killer, Yomi. You’d end up hating me for it and I could stand anything else but your hate. Come on, we’ll find that owl.”
“But Ruka…”
“Aoi just proved to us that we can beat destiny and I certainly am no loser. Come on!” The vampire declared and after gathering Yomi in his arms, whisked them away towards the direction they came from. Before getting there, though, they were stopped by Cha’s hooting.
“Look something, you are? … Yes, something you saw, little one, did you not?”
Ruka made to start explaining the situation, but was cut off by the owl. “Yomi was asked.” Ruka thought that owl stew suddenly sounded delicious.
“I had a dream. But I don’t remember it well. But when I woke up, I knew for sure that once we get to the sea and find Hitsugi, something would come hunting for us. And I die then.”
“What is it, know you?”
“I just remember that it was huge and frightening.”
The owl turned its sharp eyes towards Ruka.
“Why come to me?”
“Because you’re far more than the prophet’s pet.”
“Am I?”
“You’re something that even I am afraid of. It feels as if every instinct in me tells me to run away from you and yet somewhere deep down I know that you mean us no harm.”
“Vampires… perceptive little bunch. Always had more instincts than brain though.”
Ruka wondered about owl steak.
“You’re speaking normally now.” Yomi remarked. It wasn’t the first time he had noted it either. He had known from the start that the owl was somehow faking it, because Yomi had spoken with owls before and their language was extremely closely structured to humans’. There was no objective reason for the owl to speak like that.
“If I help you, you need to keep this a secret. After all, he’d kill me if he found out.”
“You mean the dragon’s mate, the prophet, don’t you?”
“Maybe you’re a special vampire.” The owl said and Ruka could swear that it grinned at him. “Very well. Ruka, there is a special ritual, isn’t it? For Yomi to be able to become your mate without the other more… unsettling requirements.”
Ruka nodded. There really was no point in keeping it secret anymore. Especially since Yomi had pretty much guessed it all before too.
“Good. You can do it now.”
Ruka almost slapped himself but instead opted with cradling his forehead in his palm.
“And I thought he had some brains… do you think that if I could, I wouldn’t have done it already? For the ritual to work, my sister has to be there. And the red diamond inherited by my forefathers from the first vampire.”
“Details.”
“Are you an idiot? We need her blood, to bind me to the diamond.”
“And in the process, make you incapable of ever becoming king, for you will never thirst for life again.”
“It can’t be helped. I won’t miss the blood-thirst.”
“Then how about having offspring. Seeing as the royal family members are the only vampires capable of conceiving.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. My mate is Yomi.”
“Yes, well, details. I know another couple that are being blessed right now. Lovely - really- to be of help. I swear that idiot gave me a lot of headaches, not being able to solve simple riddles. Now, to return. I’ll be in charge of everything, but we need one more thing before going forth with the ritual.”
“What?” Yomi wondered, feeling terror creeping up his spine. He knew that the owl would demand something from him, he could feel it in its gaze.
“Your crystal.”
Yomi gasped. “But I can’t transform.”
“You’re going to have to learn how to do it, and fast. We only have four days until we reach the sea.” The owl spread its wings and was ready to depart when Yomi caught it by its tail’s feathers and stopped it. “Now that hurts, you know.” The owl scolded. Yomi could swear it was amused though.
“You need to give me a hint though. It’s only fair.”
The owl turned his head backwards and then completed the circle, facing them again.
“Very well. But since I’m not in the mood to make up stupid riddles, here it is, plain and simple. Something happened, that made you stop searching for your true form. You must right it.” And just like that, the owl flew away, this time not giving Yomi time to grab hold of his feathers again.
“Helpful, isn’t he?” Ruka mocked. “But we’re in his hands, because Yomi, the original ritual, it only works if you don’t know about it, if you don’t know that you aren’t going to sacrifice your nature. So even if we went back now, the chances it wouldn’t work are high.”
“Ruka, we can’t go back anyway. If we do, we doom the others.”
“Now what?”
“For now, I just want to pick up where we left off. We’ll have time to think about this later. This time you’re not getting away with just some neck kissing and blood-sucking.” Ruka could swear that Yomi’s grin just then made him the scariest thing he had ever seen.
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 45/?
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 45
Meanwhile, the other two couples had also found their own oasis, where they could enjoy each other’s company and catch their breath after the long and tiring journey.
The kitsune had been the first one to heed the general opinion and drag his lover away from the others. He stopped under the blood red leafs of a solitary old maple.
“I wonder how this maple came to be here. Amongst all the evergreen, a drop of red.”
The sun’s rays through the foliage formed a reddish bubble, where even sound, smell and touch seemed to lose some of their finesse, a coloured world that the pair invaded and took possession of. Ruka sat on the ground and leaned against the thick trunk, opening his legs, inviting Yomi to spoon against him. The kitsune minded the invitation and sat against his lover, wrapped in his arms.
“It’s been a while since we could be like this, Ruka-pon.”
The growl that followed was rather affectionate, like the purr of a huge cat in the arms of its master. Ironic, considering he was the one embracing Yomi. The kitsune chuckled. Ruka enjoyed having the other close, being able to smell his blood and still have enough control to be able to keep his fangs from sinking into the inviting flesh. If only he truly were in control, he thought.
Yomi looked at the sky, where a tropicbird was crossing the blue ocean, surely heading for the sea.
“I wonder how close we are to the ocean.” The tropicbird looked down at the two lovers nestled under the tree, turned a sharp turn and descended quickly. Yomi stretched his arm and the bird tamely landed there, folding his long white wings against its smallish body. It pecked at Yomi’s shirt and cooed slightly.
“Hello, girl. Are you flying towards the ocean?” Was the only question that the vampire understood, followed by a short yet fast-paced bird tongue dialogue. Soon after, the tropicbird stretched its magnificent wings and flew away, its red bill trailing behind, like a thread connecting them to it even after it had flown away.
“She’s looking for her mate. The ocean isn’t far away. Two days flight, she said.”
“You don’t seem happy.” Ruka commented. In the awkward silence that settled between them, he could feel Yomi’s muscles gradually tensing and then relaxing.
“I worry stupidly.”
“What about?”
“I might be a bit jealous.” Yomi pouted.
“You? I thought I was the only one getting jealous around here.” Ruka snickered. “I at least hope you’re jealous over me.”
“Bastard.” Yomi cursed in jest. Silence stretched again, slightly more comfortable than the one before.
“Why?”
“It really wouldn’t hurt to form complete sentences, you know?” Ruka felt that Yomi was just preceding his answer and not trying to divert his attention, so he patiently waited for the other to continue. “Reita and Aoi have bonded.” Ruka wondered why those two mating could possibly affect Yomi. He was not about to feel jealous again for no good reason, just because Reita’s name had come up. Objectively speaking, Reita was out of the picture anyway for he was now sure the tiger had never intended to steal Yomi away. “Why aren’t we, Ruka? It hurts to see them in love, living it, enjoying it, while you tell me to wait for something I don’t even know. I have no choice but to wait, I know… But every day it hurts more. At least tell me why.”
Ruka shuddered, for Yomi was asking a question he dreaded. Not only was he not supposed to answer, but he dreaded Yomi’s reaction if he were to find out. Therefore, even though he knew he had no right to hide it from him, he tried to lure the kitsune’s attention away. He latched his lips to the soft creamy skin through which the strong loved pulse was beating. He rolled his tongue over Yomi’s neck, lightly bit right under his ear, one of the areas that he had discovered would turn Yomi into a quivering mess, and then sunk his canines into the thick vein luring him. He knew that every moment warm sweet blood flowed into his mouth would be a moment of pleasure for the smaller man, spiralling him towards oblivion.
But suddenly Yomi betrayed his expectations, clutched his left hand and in a pleading voice asked Ruka to stop. His teary voice sounded tortured to the vampire, far away from the pleasure he was supposed to be feeling.
“Yomi?”
“When you do that, you’re using me. If you can’t tell me, then what is my role in your life, Ruka? If you can’t share everything with me… why…” His sobs racked his small body and tears flew like rivers down his cheeks.
After carefully sealing the wound, licking all the small drops of blood away, Ruka sighed and hid his face in the kitsune’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I never meant for you to suffer because of this. Mating with you now, Yomi, would mean killing you. I’m one of the un-dead, love. Even this close to you, whose blood I desire like nothing else in this world, it costs me to keep a level head and control my desires. When vampires mate, we kill our mate. And then turn him. That is how things are done.”
“So I have to die? That’s why you were afraid of telling me? I would, for you. You don’t have to worry. So can’t we?”
Hearing his answer, Ruka raised his head and gently turned the kitsune, so he could look into his eyes.
“I don’t want that. I don’t want you to change. I don’t want you to ever have to kill to quench your thirst. Newly turned vampires can’t control their thirst; they always kill their prey. You’re too sweet to be a killer, Yomi.”
“Then we can’t mate? Ruka, I’ll pay that price. So what’s stopping us from doing it now?”
“Don’t make me tell you, Yomi. Please. There’s a very powerful reason for why I can’t tell you more. Please believe me that as soon as we get back to the palace, we can be together.”
“You’re trying to use a loophole, aren’t you? There is some kind of rule saying that if I’m a virgin at the time, I get to keep my soul or something, isn’t there? You’re still taking a decision for me, Ruka.” He took a deep breath and continued. “We don’t even know whether we’ll survive this trip. No matter what I have to go through, I don’t want to wait.”
His small hands started undoing the small buttons closing Ruka’s dark shirt. Ruka put his hands over Yomi’s and with the fiercest gaze he could muster, ordered the kitsune to stop.
“I had another dream last night, Ruka. I’m going to die. I’ve started to feel it, my body has already started anticipating it.”
“Yomi, that was only a dream. You haven’t had a vision in so long…”
“That bird earlier knew it too, Ruka. That’s why she came down, to mourn for me.”
“Do you know when?”
“When we reach the sea. Something is waiting for us there.”
“I won’t turn you into a killer, Yomi. You’d end up hating me for it and I could stand anything else but your hate. Come on, we’ll find that owl.”
“But Ruka…”
“Aoi just proved to us that we can beat destiny and I certainly am no loser. Come on!” The vampire declared and after gathering Yomi in his arms, whisked them away towards the direction they came from. Before getting there, though, they were stopped by Cha’s hooting.
“Look something, you are? … Yes, something you saw, little one, did you not?”
Ruka made to start explaining the situation, but was cut off by the owl. “Yomi was asked.” Ruka thought that owl stew suddenly sounded delicious.
“I had a dream. But I don’t remember it well. But when I woke up, I knew for sure that once we get to the sea and find Hitsugi, something would come hunting for us. And I die then.”
“What is it, know you?”
“I just remember that it was huge and frightening.”
The owl turned its sharp eyes towards Ruka.
“Why come to me?”
“Because you’re far more than the prophet’s pet.”
“Am I?”
“You’re something that even I am afraid of. It feels as if every instinct in me tells me to run away from you and yet somewhere deep down I know that you mean us no harm.”
“Vampires… perceptive little bunch. Always had more instincts than brain though.”
Ruka wondered about owl steak.
“You’re speaking normally now.” Yomi remarked. It wasn’t the first time he had noted it either. He had known from the start that the owl was somehow faking it, because Yomi had spoken with owls before and their language was extremely closely structured to humans’. There was no objective reason for the owl to speak like that.
“If I help you, you need to keep this a secret. After all, he’d kill me if he found out.”
“You mean the dragon’s mate, the prophet, don’t you?”
“Maybe you’re a special vampire.” The owl said and Ruka could swear that it grinned at him. “Very well. Ruka, there is a special ritual, isn’t it? For Yomi to be able to become your mate without the other more… unsettling requirements.”
Ruka nodded. There really was no point in keeping it secret anymore. Especially since Yomi had pretty much guessed it all before too.
“Good. You can do it now.”
Ruka almost slapped himself but instead opted with cradling his forehead in his palm.
“And I thought he had some brains… do you think that if I could, I wouldn’t have done it already? For the ritual to work, my sister has to be there. And the red diamond inherited by my forefathers from the first vampire.”
“Details.”
“Are you an idiot? We need her blood, to bind me to the diamond.”
“And in the process, make you incapable of ever becoming king, for you will never thirst for life again.”
“It can’t be helped. I won’t miss the blood-thirst.”
“Then how about having offspring. Seeing as the royal family members are the only vampires capable of conceiving.”
“It doesn’t matter anyway. My mate is Yomi.”
“Yes, well, details. I know another couple that are being blessed right now. Lovely - really- to be of help. I swear that idiot gave me a lot of headaches, not being able to solve simple riddles. Now, to return. I’ll be in charge of everything, but we need one more thing before going forth with the ritual.”
“What?” Yomi wondered, feeling terror creeping up his spine. He knew that the owl would demand something from him, he could feel it in its gaze.
“Your crystal.”
Yomi gasped. “But I can’t transform.”
“You’re going to have to learn how to do it, and fast. We only have four days until we reach the sea.” The owl spread its wings and was ready to depart when Yomi caught it by its tail’s feathers and stopped it. “Now that hurts, you know.” The owl scolded. Yomi could swear it was amused though.
“You need to give me a hint though. It’s only fair.”
The owl turned his head backwards and then completed the circle, facing them again.
“Very well. But since I’m not in the mood to make up stupid riddles, here it is, plain and simple. Something happened, that made you stop searching for your true form. You must right it.” And just like that, the owl flew away, this time not giving Yomi time to grab hold of his feathers again.
“Helpful, isn’t he?” Ruka mocked. “But we’re in his hands, because Yomi, the original ritual, it only works if you don’t know about it, if you don’t know that you aren’t going to sacrifice your nature. So even if we went back now, the chances it wouldn’t work are high.”
“Ruka, we can’t go back anyway. If we do, we doom the others.”
“Now what?”
“For now, I just want to pick up where we left off. We’ll have time to think about this later. This time you’re not getting away with just some neck kissing and blood-sucking.” Ruka could swear that Yomi’s grin just then made him the scariest thing he had ever seen.