There will magic, chapter 48, RukixKai, RukaxYomi, ReitaxAoi
Title: There will be magic
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 48/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
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 48
“Let’s go ask the tiger, then.” Ruka decided.
Reita and Aoi were travelling on the wika, having light conversation. Reita leaned against Aoi, who was hugging him from behind, his hands holding Reita’s, while Reita had them crossed over his midriff. They made the picture of a happy family.
“Sorry to disturb you” Yomi started and his face reflected both sorrow and anxiousness “but I need to ask you some things.”
Aoi didn’t feel like changing his position; he loved the heat growing between he and his lover’s body and sensing the other’s smell. There was something a bit different about Reita, he thought, even down to his smell that reminded him of something and yet he could not remember what. Since he did not want to lose that closeness yet, he invited Yomi on their transportation. Ruka could very well just ride the Pegasus and listen to their conversation from there.
Yomi accepted the invitation, although he would have also preferred staying close to his lover. Once the three of them were comfortably seated on the wika, Reita, seeing that Yomi was a bit reluctant to ask, urged him to start.
“Whatever it is, Yomi, ask away.”
Yomi nodded and commenced.
“I need to turn into a kitsune. Cha told me that much and well… I want to. But I can’t seem to be able to do that and he suggested that the reason was something I did. And well, after thinking about it, I wanted to ask you… After we met, did you notice me transform; maybe in my sleep, or something?”
Reita shook his head.
“No, Yomi, I never did and you never mentioned anything about it either. I saw your brothers do it though, but not you, or your mum.”
“Do you remember my dad leaving that night I brought you home? I think he left a bit after you came.”
Reita furrowed his brow and Aoi could feel him tensing all over.
“Yes. Don’t you? I had the feeling you had heard him…”
“I don’t remember much about that. Please tell me, whatever it is.”
“When we came home that night, your parents were already fighting. Well, more like your dad was yelling at your mum and she was crying. You cringed but didn’t say anything, as if you were ignoring it. I asked you if it was better to wait, but you shook your head and looked at me as if I was talking nonsense and then pulled me inside. Your father shut up immediately and then brusquely got up, turning the chair upside down in his movement, grabbed a bag that was in a corner and left. When passing us, he said…” Reita hesitated a bit and looked for approval from Yomi. Once it was given, he continued, in a sad tone. “He said he was glad to finally be rid of a house where freaks just kept multiplying.”
Reita paused for a bit and watched closely Yomi’s reaction. On his part, the kitsune did not know how to act. He was surprised, for he did not remember that and yet, at the same time, there was anger inside him, anger that shouldn’t have been there towards his father, just from hearing this. If it were sadness, it would have been understandable, but it was molten hot anger.
“Your mum stopped crying as soon as you came in, turned towards the stove and started cooking dinner. As if you hadn’t heard anything, you asked her if it was ok that I stay. She nodded her acceptance and that was it. Over the next days, your brothers asked a few times about your father, and while you never answered, your mother said that he had simply left for a while, although I think she knew that he wasn’t coming back. I never asked you about your father or that night and you never started a conversation about it either. I’m sorry, but that’s all I know.”
Yomi nodded. Until that point, it looked as if it was all connected to his father, since he could not remember the things Reita had talked about and there was no way he would ever doubt Reita’s word. He had just one more question.
”Did I ever ask you about transforming? After you turned into a tiger in front of me?”
“You asked about me being a tiger, yes, but more in detail than that, no. I always wondered about that too, because that also meant I wasn’t forced to tell you about me leaving and everything. There was a part of me that was grateful for you not asking and another one that always felt guilty for having to leave without a word.” Those emotions were still etched deep in the tiger’s eyes. The cloth he wore to hide his face did not hinder much in his case, for the tiger’s eyes and mouth were extremely expressive and they always gave you the truth.
Yomi got up and switched to the Pegasus and Ruka’s embrace.
“Thank you, Rei. I’ll think about this some more.”
“You’ll have to think about it a bit later.” The king barged in their small world. “There’s a town up ahead. It’s a bit hard to see because of the thick shadow of those low clouds, but it’s there. It can’t be a big town because I don’t know its name. Aoi, do you know it?” Aoi shook his head. He hadn’t crossed it in his hurry to get to Dred, picking the shortest route from his master’s home. He had only passed the harbour they were heading towards, Nesh, in a hurry. They had probably strayed from the straight line somewhere along the way.
“Well, at least we could perhaps get some protection from the storm that is brewing ahead, and maybe some provisions. Either way, the storm is going to start soon, so we should hurry.”
By the time they galloped into the town, heavy drops, like the tears a mother sheds when accompanying her son to his grave before his time, had already started darkening the road. The pressure of the clouds and rain had grown up until the point where it was hard to breathe and you had the feeling your lungs would explode any second. And even though it was raining, it was still warm so the travellers were also sweating. All in all, it was a sum of unpleasant sensations.
All the houses in town, as expected, had the doors and windows closed and not a person could be seen outside. With the greyness of the atmosphere, it would have looked quite similar to Dred, if not for the lights coming from the windows and from under the doors and a faint trace here and there of food being prepared for the evening. And a few houses down the middle street, a flashy sign with the words “INN” written across it had the travellers breathe relieved.
The inn was not much bigger than one of the country houses and not more inviting either, but at least the sign seemed to bring promises. As soon as they crossed the threshold they were assaulted by the heavy heat, which had the effect of making them all dizzy and flushed. For such a warm day, there should have been no need for the beastly fire crackling in the fireplace, but it seemed that the owner of the inn liked his place to be hot, hotter and hottest.
Thinking of the inn owner, soon after they rang the chime that was to be found next to the entrance, he emerged from the depths of the house.
“Hau mey I help ya fouks?”
The king, the unofficial leader of all of them, in his royal stance - a hand was perched on his thigh, the other was gesturing to give more emphasis to his words and he was leaning just a bit on the wall behind him, in a sufficiently relaxed yet at the same time, authoritative position- replied to the man.
“We would like accommodations for the night.”
“Heppy to hevz ya. No getting’ tu mach bizines raund diz parts. But me haz only three rums open fo’ di nait. One moa’ gest get here befoa’ ya.”
After doing his best to understand the man’s horrific pronunciation and fighting his face muscles from giving in and showing his displeasure, the king answered.
“That will be fine. If you happen to have a room bigger than the rest, and a couple of mattresses, four of us can sleep in one room.” Sure he hadn’t bothered to ask them, but well, going by the mechanics of the trip so far, himself and Asagi, Ruka and Yomi would probably have no trouble sharing a room…
“Zen I’ll go clean ap a bi’. Fiil fri’ ta ley daun bai the fire. Me other gest’z dea to. If ya niidz it, dea’z olso sam bred end fud on the teible in dea’.” He said while pointing towards the back of the room. Beside the rumbling fireplace, was a small archway that they had not paid much attention to before, probably leading to some sort of kitchen or dining area. After the owner left to attend to their rooms, the eight of them decided to visit the room and meet this other guest. Judging by the owner’s words, he must have been a surprise as the rest of them were, a nice surprise brought in by the awful weather.
They had only approached the fire a few steps and the heat had intensified several degrees, to the point where you could almost feel yourself starting to boil. Fortunately, the room they walked into had the windows wide open, which allowed the savage wind to enter and chill it a few degrees and at the same time, allowed for big puddles to create under the window ledges. The room was higher than the hall, adding to the eccentricity of the inn. In the middle of it was a big table, surrounded by a dozen of chairs and, as had been instructed, bread, cheese, ham and eggs were on it, along with some plates. The floors were barren and so were the walls, except for long patches of lichen growing on them and adding a bit of green and dark grey here and there.
Lined up on the right side of the room were a few wooden benches and stools, and in a corner, stacked in an amorphous pile, a couple of dozen of books. The other guest was sitting on one of the chairs, his back towards them, and was reading one of those books.
He seemed tall, judging by the length of his legs and back, and was slim, but not to the point that he looked like a scarecrow. His ebony black hair was straight like needles and fell down to his shoulders, hiding the shape of his neck and face from the travellers’ curious eyes.
He must have felt or heard the others entering, for with precise and at the same time, slow movements, he closed his book, put it down, got up from the chair and then turned towards them.
Aoi gasped, gritted his teeth an then bowed his head in acknowledgement and mouthed: “Ni~ya.”
“Aoi.” Ni~ya replied. His voice was deep and lilting and at the same time it had a scratchy quality to it, like liquid thunder, its strong sound continuing to echo in the silence that fell.
A/N: Bwahahaha. I saw this wonderful anime that gave me the desire to drive you crazy with cliffhangers. I know I'm evil. He
Author: yukigafuru
Chapters: 48/?
Pairings: RukaxYomi, KaixRuki, AoixReita for now
Bands: Gazette, Naitomea, D... (and a surprise)
Rating: PG-15-PG-17 overall
Warnings: will be angst, yaoi, a bit of gore here and there, light mpreg
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 48
“Let’s go ask the tiger, then.” Ruka decided.
Reita and Aoi were travelling on the wika, having light conversation. Reita leaned against Aoi, who was hugging him from behind, his hands holding Reita’s, while Reita had them crossed over his midriff. They made the picture of a happy family.
“Sorry to disturb you” Yomi started and his face reflected both sorrow and anxiousness “but I need to ask you some things.”
Aoi didn’t feel like changing his position; he loved the heat growing between he and his lover’s body and sensing the other’s smell. There was something a bit different about Reita, he thought, even down to his smell that reminded him of something and yet he could not remember what. Since he did not want to lose that closeness yet, he invited Yomi on their transportation. Ruka could very well just ride the Pegasus and listen to their conversation from there.
Yomi accepted the invitation, although he would have also preferred staying close to his lover. Once the three of them were comfortably seated on the wika, Reita, seeing that Yomi was a bit reluctant to ask, urged him to start.
“Whatever it is, Yomi, ask away.”
Yomi nodded and commenced.
“I need to turn into a kitsune. Cha told me that much and well… I want to. But I can’t seem to be able to do that and he suggested that the reason was something I did. And well, after thinking about it, I wanted to ask you… After we met, did you notice me transform; maybe in my sleep, or something?”
Reita shook his head.
“No, Yomi, I never did and you never mentioned anything about it either. I saw your brothers do it though, but not you, or your mum.”
“Do you remember my dad leaving that night I brought you home? I think he left a bit after you came.”
Reita furrowed his brow and Aoi could feel him tensing all over.
“Yes. Don’t you? I had the feeling you had heard him…”
“I don’t remember much about that. Please tell me, whatever it is.”
“When we came home that night, your parents were already fighting. Well, more like your dad was yelling at your mum and she was crying. You cringed but didn’t say anything, as if you were ignoring it. I asked you if it was better to wait, but you shook your head and looked at me as if I was talking nonsense and then pulled me inside. Your father shut up immediately and then brusquely got up, turning the chair upside down in his movement, grabbed a bag that was in a corner and left. When passing us, he said…” Reita hesitated a bit and looked for approval from Yomi. Once it was given, he continued, in a sad tone. “He said he was glad to finally be rid of a house where freaks just kept multiplying.”
Reita paused for a bit and watched closely Yomi’s reaction. On his part, the kitsune did not know how to act. He was surprised, for he did not remember that and yet, at the same time, there was anger inside him, anger that shouldn’t have been there towards his father, just from hearing this. If it were sadness, it would have been understandable, but it was molten hot anger.
“Your mum stopped crying as soon as you came in, turned towards the stove and started cooking dinner. As if you hadn’t heard anything, you asked her if it was ok that I stay. She nodded her acceptance and that was it. Over the next days, your brothers asked a few times about your father, and while you never answered, your mother said that he had simply left for a while, although I think she knew that he wasn’t coming back. I never asked you about your father or that night and you never started a conversation about it either. I’m sorry, but that’s all I know.”
Yomi nodded. Until that point, it looked as if it was all connected to his father, since he could not remember the things Reita had talked about and there was no way he would ever doubt Reita’s word. He had just one more question.
”Did I ever ask you about transforming? After you turned into a tiger in front of me?”
“You asked about me being a tiger, yes, but more in detail than that, no. I always wondered about that too, because that also meant I wasn’t forced to tell you about me leaving and everything. There was a part of me that was grateful for you not asking and another one that always felt guilty for having to leave without a word.” Those emotions were still etched deep in the tiger’s eyes. The cloth he wore to hide his face did not hinder much in his case, for the tiger’s eyes and mouth were extremely expressive and they always gave you the truth.
Yomi got up and switched to the Pegasus and Ruka’s embrace.
“Thank you, Rei. I’ll think about this some more.”
“You’ll have to think about it a bit later.” The king barged in their small world. “There’s a town up ahead. It’s a bit hard to see because of the thick shadow of those low clouds, but it’s there. It can’t be a big town because I don’t know its name. Aoi, do you know it?” Aoi shook his head. He hadn’t crossed it in his hurry to get to Dred, picking the shortest route from his master’s home. He had only passed the harbour they were heading towards, Nesh, in a hurry. They had probably strayed from the straight line somewhere along the way.
“Well, at least we could perhaps get some protection from the storm that is brewing ahead, and maybe some provisions. Either way, the storm is going to start soon, so we should hurry.”
By the time they galloped into the town, heavy drops, like the tears a mother sheds when accompanying her son to his grave before his time, had already started darkening the road. The pressure of the clouds and rain had grown up until the point where it was hard to breathe and you had the feeling your lungs would explode any second. And even though it was raining, it was still warm so the travellers were also sweating. All in all, it was a sum of unpleasant sensations.
All the houses in town, as expected, had the doors and windows closed and not a person could be seen outside. With the greyness of the atmosphere, it would have looked quite similar to Dred, if not for the lights coming from the windows and from under the doors and a faint trace here and there of food being prepared for the evening. And a few houses down the middle street, a flashy sign with the words “INN” written across it had the travellers breathe relieved.
The inn was not much bigger than one of the country houses and not more inviting either, but at least the sign seemed to bring promises. As soon as they crossed the threshold they were assaulted by the heavy heat, which had the effect of making them all dizzy and flushed. For such a warm day, there should have been no need for the beastly fire crackling in the fireplace, but it seemed that the owner of the inn liked his place to be hot, hotter and hottest.
Thinking of the inn owner, soon after they rang the chime that was to be found next to the entrance, he emerged from the depths of the house.
“Hau mey I help ya fouks?”
The king, the unofficial leader of all of them, in his royal stance - a hand was perched on his thigh, the other was gesturing to give more emphasis to his words and he was leaning just a bit on the wall behind him, in a sufficiently relaxed yet at the same time, authoritative position- replied to the man.
“We would like accommodations for the night.”
“Heppy to hevz ya. No getting’ tu mach bizines raund diz parts. But me haz only three rums open fo’ di nait. One moa’ gest get here befoa’ ya.”
After doing his best to understand the man’s horrific pronunciation and fighting his face muscles from giving in and showing his displeasure, the king answered.
“That will be fine. If you happen to have a room bigger than the rest, and a couple of mattresses, four of us can sleep in one room.” Sure he hadn’t bothered to ask them, but well, going by the mechanics of the trip so far, himself and Asagi, Ruka and Yomi would probably have no trouble sharing a room…
“Zen I’ll go clean ap a bi’. Fiil fri’ ta ley daun bai the fire. Me other gest’z dea to. If ya niidz it, dea’z olso sam bred end fud on the teible in dea’.” He said while pointing towards the back of the room. Beside the rumbling fireplace, was a small archway that they had not paid much attention to before, probably leading to some sort of kitchen or dining area. After the owner left to attend to their rooms, the eight of them decided to visit the room and meet this other guest. Judging by the owner’s words, he must have been a surprise as the rest of them were, a nice surprise brought in by the awful weather.
They had only approached the fire a few steps and the heat had intensified several degrees, to the point where you could almost feel yourself starting to boil. Fortunately, the room they walked into had the windows wide open, which allowed the savage wind to enter and chill it a few degrees and at the same time, allowed for big puddles to create under the window ledges. The room was higher than the hall, adding to the eccentricity of the inn. In the middle of it was a big table, surrounded by a dozen of chairs and, as had been instructed, bread, cheese, ham and eggs were on it, along with some plates. The floors were barren and so were the walls, except for long patches of lichen growing on them and adding a bit of green and dark grey here and there.
Lined up on the right side of the room were a few wooden benches and stools, and in a corner, stacked in an amorphous pile, a couple of dozen of books. The other guest was sitting on one of the chairs, his back towards them, and was reading one of those books.
He seemed tall, judging by the length of his legs and back, and was slim, but not to the point that he looked like a scarecrow. His ebony black hair was straight like needles and fell down to his shoulders, hiding the shape of his neck and face from the travellers’ curious eyes.
He must have felt or heard the others entering, for with precise and at the same time, slow movements, he closed his book, put it down, got up from the chair and then turned towards them.
Aoi gasped, gritted his teeth an then bowed his head in acknowledgement and mouthed: “Ni~ya.”
“Aoi.” Ni~ya replied. His voice was deep and lilting and at the same time it had a scratchy quality to it, like liquid thunder, its strong sound continuing to echo in the silence that fell.
A/N: Bwahahaha. I saw this wonderful anime that gave me the desire to drive you crazy with cliffhangers. I know I'm evil. He