Prisoners of fate
By SW
****This is a pretty
strange fic that has some Homura related spoilers***
A stunning punch sent the brown haired young
man sprawling into the riverbed, head falling limply. His vision was in golfed
in darkness, as he lost consciousness. The last thing he saw before he passed
out completely was the raven-haired mans smug expression.
slowly and painfully he forced his eyes
open, instantly regretting doing so. His head was swimming, that last hit had
been a hard one. If only the room would stop moving, why wouldn't his arms
move? And why was he standing up? Attempts to concentrate on his surroundings
failed bitterly. He slipped back into a passed out state.
If there was one
thing Son Goku hated more then being hungry it was being chained. Just the
sight of them was enough to creep him out thoroughly. He had spent 500 year in
chains, he hated them with a passion. Which is why he was so angered by the
fact that's what was holding him. His arms were shackled to the wall, the room
was dark except for the pools of light that came from holes in the ceiling. He
tugged on the metal bonds, testing their strength. Pulling until they cut into
his wrists. Snarling in pain as his shoulder began to dislocate, as he tried to
wrench himself loose. His attempts to get free were cut short as he heard a
clanking noise, along with footsteps.
The lean figure
stepped through one of the light patches. Goku gritted his teeth. "Homura." The
demi god stopped to admire his prize, the darkness obscured his prisoners
features. A pair of gold eyes glittered at him, cutting through the contrasting
black. His own golden eye winked back, while it's blue partner remained unseen. "Son Goku you need to get
stronger." He smiled lazily at the snarling boy. Drawing closer to the
chained figure, tilting his head to one side. The multi colored catlike eyes
narrowed, staring at the boy.
Goku swallowed
nervously he didn't like that look. He didn't like being defenseless either,
his dislocated shoulder was being pulled back. He jerked as Homura laid a hand
on his injured shoulder, he made a disapproving noise. "You really shouldn't
hurt yourself like that." with a rough shove, he jammed the joint back into it's
proper place. A strangled cry rose from the boy as he momentarily allowed
himself to hang limply. As he waited
for the starbursts of pain to fade once more.
"You don't like being
imprisoned do you?" Homura asked, watching
through half opened eyes. "What the hell do you think?!" He growled inresponse.
"They can't understand. What it's like to be put into that sort of position."
Goku glared at him. "Who?" The older man raised an eyebrow. "Why your friends
of course." The boy didn't answer. He still didn't understand at all, why he
was here. Or what Homura wanted from him, or how he was going to escape. Homura lifted his own iron bound wrists,
displaying the heavy chain that stretched between them. "They did this to me,
and they did it to you as well. I spent my childhood in a stinking cell, why?
Because of my heritage." He chuckled quietly, gaining an odd look from the kid.
"It's ironic don't you think? That you're working for the very same people that
imprisoned you." His voice was bitter, he placed a hand on the side of the boy's
face. Examining his features carefully, Goku attempted to twist away rather unsuccessfully.
"Do you think that high and mighty priest will come for you? A lowly yokkai? He
must have done something to hurt you. Why
else would you have been running away from your comrades?" A hurt look wormed its
way into the gold eyes he had been watching so intently. He stroked the demon boy's cheek gently,
giving him an unexpectantly sad smile.
All the fight seemed
to seep out of the taunt body, it wasn't long until he hung lifelessly from the
chains. His captor ran his hand down his arm, murmuring in a soft tone that he
could barley catch. "We are more a like
then you could ever believe Son Goku. " Wan lips brushed over his jaw, so delicately
he could barley feel it. "How badly did he hurt you?" His breath feathering
over the younger man's ear. Tears began to fall, escaping from his closed eyes.
"They can't understand can they?" Goku finally whispered, turning fathomless
gold flecked orbs toward the man leaning over him. "Not many can." Homura murmured
into his neck, bringing his hand back up to the boys chained wrists. With a
small click the cuffs released him. Goku fell forward into the mans arms, he
didn't bother to move. The demi god's
arms encircled him, it was a surprising comforting gesture. "Maybe we are a like."
He whispered into the inky blackness. "The
only bounds that can never be escaped is fate." Homura spoke to the docile boy
in his hold. Stroking the spiked brown hair absentmindedly, Goku hugged him in
return. "Fate is a bitch." Was the boy's only response, the mismatched pair of
eyes slid closed, as Homura smiled sadly. "Hai that it is."
We're both prisoners of fate.......
~Owari
***** Ok before you
all kill and skin me, let me say something. This was inspired by the episode "Misty
rain" And I dearly love Homura-sama. And well I'm on a sugar rush right now,
and weird things pop into my head. I have no intention currently of writing a
squeal. *If I live that long anyway. * I'll
rightly I've made my peace, flame away.
