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Warning this will have Male/Male scene's, so please Do Not Read if you Do Not Like male/male! This story will not just be about the pairing and will have lots of action, drama and I will try to have some mystery or suspense but I will not promise it because I suck at such genre. But please do enjoy. :D
Notice- "I love Self Expression! " Meaning character is talking
"I Love self Expression!" Meaning another speaking another language
Chapter one~ Moving Forward
~ There are many ways of going forward, But only one way of standing still.~ By, Franklin d, Roosevelt
It was Fall of 1847 and in a field of wild flowers where the land in Italy was still over run with the wild growth of nature, There grew an old and ancient Apple tree that was surrounded with wild grass. The rest of the forest grew around the ancient and old apple tree, never growing close or to far away. Underneath one of the lower branches of the apple tree was one oddest sights one could see. A black raven haired boy lay on the lower branch, with full thick black eyelashes and rosy dusted lips.
His hair tied in a simple braid hung over the edge and dangled and swayed in the breeze. Wearing Fitting black pants, no shoes and a collard white shirt, and a book lay open on his chest. His fingers lay relaxed over the cover while his other hand laid over his stomach. The soft rising and falling of his chest gave any truth that he was truly alive and real.
The sun now in the middle of sky, it's highest point it could rise. A feline creature treaded through the wild brush. It would have shocked any town's people traveling by shitless, as a black sleek well muscled panther stood in the opening of brush and it's piercing Golden yellow eye's searched around before they landed on the clueless sleeping boy.
Padding softly over to the tree, the feline proceeded to leap on it's hind feet, with it's front paws leaning on the tree it yowled a deep rumble in it's throat.
The sleeping boy didn't stir right away but when he did the boy gave a small groan before gently rolling over onto his side still on the branch. Blinking sluggishly, emerald green eye's gazed cloudy out at the scene before him. The feline gave one more rumble before leaping off of the tree bark and landed back on all fours with a thud.
Sitting up slowly on the branch, his legs hanging over the branch now. Rubbing his emerald eye's to get rid of his blurry vision, the boy grabbed his book in one hand and leapt from the tree an landed gracefully on the ground with both feet.
The feline rubbed her body along side the boy and purred contently. The green eye's boy though was frowning up at the sky when he caught how far the sun had rose. Walking away from the tree and back into the foliage of plants to a dirt trail, he smirked at seeing the prancing feline and allowed his hands to linger on the tree bark and leaves of the plants.
The forest seemed to thrum with earthly magic as the boy walked by. Smiling the boy went on to recall the first time he had found this trail.
~past~
A six year old black haired sobbing green haired boy had dashed blindly from a light yellow family mansion that had the friendly style of an old cottage. The boy ignored the calls to him in favor or running further away.
Running along his gasps and slipping tears were caught by very much rapidly growing plants that tried to comfort mother earth's son. The boy not noticing the rapidly growing vines that snagged his leg tripped at the breakage of foliage that lead to the clearing where the apple tree grew.
Sniffling, the puffy red eyed boy picked himself slowly off the ground but froze seeing something that stilled his tears from falling.
Being pulled from his musings the now 13 year old boy glanced up at hearing his name being called. Reaching the end of the forest he patted the top of the feline's head before breaking into a grassy field that belonged to the family that lived in that yellow mansion.
Though it truly wasn't his real name he never bothered to correct them or mention another name he would like to be called by, he liked the idea of a new name one that didn't hold any past history.
"Elliot!" A shrilly woman's cry echoed from the house he was making his way towards.
Tensing the now named boy Elliot winced at the high pitched voice before scowling and continued his trek up to the house of his once mothers family home; with his book in hand. Stopping at the porch steps to the house he proceeded to pull out a metal tin box from underneath the steps.
Pulling the lid off he placed his book inside and covered it again with the lid before slipping it back in place underneath the stairs. Walking up the wooden porch steps and pulling open the front door he spotted his step mothers distressed maid Melanie, he couldn't help but wince for her at the sound of shattering glass.
Seeing her pleading glance she threw his way, he gave her a tight lipped smile before trekking up the white speckled marble stair case. Passing by the constipated looking butler Andrews, his fathers long term butler who looked old enough to have retired 50 years back. He pushed open a red mahogany door and dodged to the right avoiding the offending flower decorated vase, that shattered in the hallway. Staring at the woman who sat on the floor throwing a temper-tantrum, the woman unlike his mothers was blonde and instead of green emerald eye's he was blinked owlishly by sterling blue ones.
The thirty year old woman wore a simple white restraining corset and a white fluffed up skirt, her hair strayed everywhere and you could already tell this wasn't one of her best moments. Restraining a self pained sigh he proceeded to voice his thoughts.
"You called?" the woman still on the floor scowled before ranting to him from the floor.
"That maid of mine Elliot! I swear she can never do anything right! "
she crossed her arms childishly in front of her chest before shaking her head in agreement.
"Their all just bumbling idiots when it comes to style of clothes and such."
Elliot wanted to correct her and list the number of reasons why she was truly a bumbling idiot but instead bit the inside of his cheek. As you may have noticed his step mother wasn't the brightest tool in the shed.
Offering his hand to her, his step mother gracefully took it before he pulled her up on her feet. Not even waiting for her to ask he walked across the room to a walk in closet filled with dresses and shoes. His Step mother however continued to go on about her day while Elliot continued to search the closet for a dress.
Ignoring her, he stopped at a red ruby elegant dress and went to go search for some shoes. His step mother Elizabeth was born in the Estralgia family. ( Es-stral-gia) But gained his fathers family name vermillion ( ver-mill-ion), he was the youngest son the vermillion family, and didn't really mind that his older brothers were given the next title of head of the family he had other plans that didn't involve his family's wealth.
His mother, Flora Robinson came from japan. She died when he was six. He wasn't exactly your regular six year old because he was mentally already 18. spotting a pair of red high heeled shoes, he came back out of the walk in closet to see his step mother was sitting at her make up desk. Elizabeth being delighted at the sight of the dress and shoes he had picked squealed in delight.
"What a lovely dress!"
Elliot could only nod in agreement before helping her slip it on over her head and made sure the dress was set on right, handing her the shoes he went about pulling strands of hair together into a nice elegant bun leaving curly strands to lay beside her ears giving her a classy look.
Grabbing the liquid eyeliner and a brush, he went along the rim of her eye lids while he relinquished the silence when she stopped talking. Talking a liquid red lip coloring, he delicately painted her lips . Removing his hands away from her face so she could see herself in the mirror.
He refrained himself from covering his ears and scowling at the piglet like woman, so instead busied himself with his great escape. Which was going well until he ran into a well muscled chest that made him feel strangely jealous of since he would never get that even though being a boy himself. He was small and fragile even, not to mention he was girly looking.
Letting loose a groan when he felt himself being squished in a hug. Pushing away with all his strength didn't give him more than a few inches of breathing room until the arms relaxed and he pulled himself completely away. Pulling away Elliot scowled at the grinning older brown haired teen.
The teen stood at the impressive height of 5'10 his hair was dark brown like their fathers and his eye's was a mesh of green and brown. He was handsome with his high cheek bones and clear tanned skin, not to mention his smile makes any girl melt. A chuckle from behind the older teen made him spot a blonde hair and sterling blue eye's teen who chuckled at him humorously.
He stood at another impressive height of 5'9, he had a mischievous allure and that could also be but in the handsome category.
"Their you are Elliot! We were just looking for you!"
Elliot scowled at the brown haired teen but threw up his hands exasperated at the questioning look he got in return.
"What do you want from me bruce?"
The now named dark brown haired sixteen year old chuckled before he messed up Elliot hair by rubbing the top of it rapidly.
"Am I not allowed to look for my little brother, or is that illegal too?"
Elliot pouted childishly when Bruce grinned and patted his shoulder consoling his cute pouting brother before grinning back at the blonde teen.
The blonde haired teen though now stood beside Bruce, raised an eyebrow at his mother who still sat at her make up table but was for better words trying and failing to put on her necklace. Noticing Bruce's look he swerved his eye's too spot the amused smile his half brother sported, taking one glance at their little brother he couldn't help but snicker at the pouting thirteen year old.
You see, His father had an affair with Elizabeth before he got married to Flora his mother not knowing she had gotten pregnant married my and Bruce's mother and she then had us. So Julius, the blonde haired teen is our half brother.
Being the youngest out of all the three them, who were both around the same age of 16 sometimes just wasn't always fair. "Come one bruce we've got Elliot, let's go before father get's antsy." Bruce chuckled up at Julius before grabbing Elliot's hand and dragging him from the room leaving Elizabeth to herself.
Elliot though looked on with curiosity between his two brothers. What they'd mean by father being antsy? At his bemused face he flicked in the forehead by Julius who was laughing with silent mirth at the thought of their father being Antsy or it could have been my face? I don't know.
"So where have you been all day Elliot?"
Julius's question brought Bruce's eye's to inspect Elliot who only continued to now looked bored with the situation even though knowing his two brothers have been trying to figure out that same question for years.
Shrugging he gave a vague answer of "Sleeping".
Raising his eyebrow, Bruce continued to stare at Elliot, trying to sweat him out and make him talk. It was useless though seeing as Elliot had a talent at ignoring stares and curious glances without having to bat a pretty little eyelash.
Walking through the west wing of the mansion though their was no more talking as they got closer to their fathers office. Their father wanting to see them was screaming Volumes of trouble already, no need to make It worse. Elliot though steeled himself. He had an idea what this was about, it was his first time he ever stood up to his father and he's was sure this was going to be his answer.
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~ If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance. By: George Bernard Shaw ~
~One week ago~
A usually Charming William Vermillion who had dark brown hair like Bruce and brown eye's looked over at his youngest son with a calculating look that he used for scrutinizing investor's for the family company.
"Repeat that for me again?"
His voice sounded forced between his teeth and raw. He was curious at what his youngest requested, never before had he been asked for anything by his youngest. The thirteen year old though, stared into his Fathers unblinking brown eye's before steeling himself again to repeat his request.
'I wish to move out father."
The snapping and cracking from the fire place seemed to reflect the tension in the room. Sighing William ran his calloused hand through his greying hair but continued to watch his son.
His black raven hair and green eye's reminded him so much of his first wife Flora, he and her looked incredibly alike.
"And what would you do to support yourself?"
the question was a simple one but it spoke for itself in seeing how mature his youngest truly was. He had noticed it about his youngest, the way he moved with such grace and maturity not to mention how he easily picked up his studies and the ease he had in acting as a noble.
His son seemed to have expected that question and answered smoothly and easily.
' I want to open a nursery in central Italy."
William raised an eyebrow at the his son for wanting to open a nursery. He eyed his son for a moment knowing full well his son was only thirteen barely old enough to be called a teenager, he was fragile and small.
Noticing his son's narrowed eye's in his silence, he ended the conversation so he could think about this at a later time.
'Give me a week, well talk about it then."
His son nodded his head before leaving. He sunk down into his chair before sighing once again. He knew that the death of flora hurt His youngest son Elliot the most, but did it hurt him that badly that he wants to leave? Glancing at a portrait on the wall he gazed helplessly at the brightly smiling woman.
"What do I do Flora? Our son wants to leave?"
He received no answer but it was enough for him to get back to work on signing papers.
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~ Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my Funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men. ~~
BY: Quintus Ennius
Elliot wordlessly mumbled some prayers that his brothers would take this all In stride and not lock him in one of their rooms to keep him from leaving. He sighed helplessly already knowing Bruce converted Julius into being over protective and they wouldn't take this very well.
He prayed a few more times while grimacing at the future hurt and heated looks he was bound to get after this. Their father's gravely voice came clearly through out the hall which was a feat in itself since the door to their fathers office was well over a hundred pounds. Having noticed Elliot tensing at their fathers voice, Julius sterling blue eye's narrowed in suspicion. Bruce on the other hand was smiling
as he pulled the door open. Their father sat behind a dark red wooded desk which was cleared of papers and he looked more subdued and tired. Elliot sunk in his chair by his brothers feeling the pressure of this whole situation weigh down on himself.
He felt for the first time in years like he was back in Dumbledore's office and was listening to him control his life and adding more rules for him not to do. He could only stare helplessly into his father's eye's in hopefulness and pleading.
Sitting up in his chair looking very much like the head of vermillion Family, he looked down at Elliot checking if his decision was for the best before speaking.
'I've already gone ahead and paid for a store in central Italy, there's a room upstairs you can live in."
He watched his son's widening green eye's, feeling extremely happy with his decision a bit he decided to add.
"I've also paid it's rent for an attire year."
The burning Happiness he watched in Elliot's eyes spoke words of a thousand thank you's.
Though the look of absolute startled faces came from not only Elliot but Bruce and Julius who by now were beyond confused.
"But I have some terms, you need to write home at least once every week and you have to come home every other month or so."
Elliot couldn't believe it, the terms to his freedom was beyond simple that he agreed eagerly. His brothers on the other hand seemed to have figured out what the conversation was about and was looking very much like a corner mother with her cub.
"Father! You can't be serious! Elliot's only thirteen!
Julius had jumped from his chair with Bruce not far behind agreeing with him and he could only hope his father wasn't serious.
"this wasn't exactly my idea Julius, Bruce, but I think Elliot could benefit from this."
though what he meant to say was "needs this instead of benefit", William knew he had to do this or lose his youngest son forever. Though he truthfully didn't want his son to do, those compelling green eye's craved freedom much like Flora.
The horrified faces of his brothers made Elliot felt a little guilty about the trouble he was causing for the two.
'y-you can always come and visit Bruce, plus I'll be coming to visit often Julius and not to mention I'll be writing often."
The burning brown eye's of Bruce's made him stop any jumble of words that wanted to spill out and comfort his brothers.
"I-I don't...I don't feel like your ready for this Elliot. I -J-just don't want you to leave us just yet your only 13 for god's sake!"
Lowering his eye's to the floor Elliot wanted to let his brother's understand his reasoning for wanting to leave , why he needed it.
"Bruce, Julius, My reason might seem a little selfish or foolish but their's just one thing I want in life and thats to be given the challenge everyone climbs. I want the happiness others have that don't require money for, I don't want a short cut to reach my goal i've figured out it's bitter sweet after I make it over that wall and see the many more I have to climb."
The understanding Elliot wanted was screaming in his fathers posture and his brothers face's.
"I don't want to be given the easy way around being by being apart of a wealthy family, I want to start from the bottom and make something of myself."
Bruce stepped forward ready to counter his younger brother's reasoning but the hand on his shoulder stopped him from moving closer and he saw Julius shaking his head in a clear sign of "don't" before he smiled bitterly in understanding but reluctance to let their little brother go.
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~ Time Has been transformed, and we have changed; it has advanced and set us in motion; it has unveiled it's face, inspiring us with bewilderment and exhilaration. By: Khalil Gibran~
Laying In bed that night after dinner which had been possibly the most awkward dinner he had ever attended, Elliot squirmed underneath his bed sheet's with excitement at the idea of actually having a life of his own for once, he couldn't wait for Friday to come.
He fiddled with his red ruby bed sheets when he couldn't help but think of all the things he would have to do in the next few days. Finally though a wave of exhaustion came over the restless boy and his heavy eyelids reluctantly closed and he fell asleep.
Harry? …...Huh?
Lifting his head up from within his arms harry was surprised to see his old potions class, but whose voice was that? It was sudden and piercing, their was absolutely no one here not even a sound. The who called him? The change of scenery was quick and done within a blink of the eye's. Harry Froze, his blood freezing in his vein's and the color draining from his face, he didn't want to be here. He didn't want to see this! The lifeless eye's of his friends stared up at him; the eye's of his make shift Family stared at him in judgment. Hanging all most from strings like puppets, they moved roughly and robotic. And one after another they spoke with the odd movement of their mouths.
"where were you harry?" "why didn't you save us?" "We died for you!" "You were supposed to save us!"
Shaking like a leaf, harry clamped down on his ears brokenly repeating "stop." But they only continued,
Hermonie? Ron? Luna? Fred? George? Sirius? Remus?
" Stop!" Screaming at them now harry sunk to his knees pleading for it all to stop.
"I was just a kid!" Stop!"Harry screamed him self hoarsely, tears streaming from his broken green eye's.
Shooting up out of his bed, Harry glistened in the early morning with sweat and the he blindly searched around the room for the dead eye's of his friends and family to stare at him once more.
Gripping his sheet's like a life line harry stared gasping at his lap before closing his eye's and rubbed a shaking hand through his hair. Swinging his feet over the bed side, he stayed their in silence for a few moments before shakily walking to his bathroom to clean up.
When he came down that morning for breakfast he noticed Elizabeth must have been told about him leaving cause she was pouting already having lost the argument with his father about him living on his own.
He took notice that his brothers were conversing quietly with one another from across the table. The glancing eye's of both Julius and Bruce got him curious on what the two were talking about heatedly but left after eating his breakfast quickly and racing back to his room for another visit to his sanctuary, though not noticing the two set's of stares he got when he left.
Grabbing brown fitting pants and a white collard shirt with a brown vest, he noticed a red velvet box on his desk with a white note. Lifting an eyebrow he picked up the note, reading the simple words of
"You'll always be a Vermillion" ~ Love you son.
His face lit up in a smile, and he reached out for the red velvet box and gently opened the lid to spot a golden anklet.
The family crest; the Freesia a flower that meant innocence and thoughtfulness. He snorted, knowing that he lacked innocence ever since he killed his first death eater. Bellatrix, for the death of his god father Sirius.
Closing his eye's he gripped the anklet in his hand for a moment before he bent down to put it on his left ankle. Knowingly smiling, he couldn't help but think his father knew him too well.
He had hated wearing shoes since the first time he could walk, he had noticed this came from his magical core changing slightly. His magic hummed in tune with the earth and the life around him, and he hated the feeling of shoes blocking his connection with the earth beneath him.
Leaving his bedroom he jogged through the hall and down the marble stair case before zooming out the front door ignoring the mumbling Andrews who stated " children these days?' and the questionly look he received from Melanie and only stopped to retrieve his book from under the porch stairs before he headed for the forest.
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~ And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom. By: Anais Nin ~
Traveling done the light worn trail he smiled when he was joined by his Feline companion he named Animus.
He grinned remembering the first time he meet her in these woods. Running down the trail with cat like speed with animus right behind, graceful and careful of the life surrounding him he reached the end of the trail where the foliage broke off. Pushing through the final brush he smiled at his long time friend Kim Lee.
The woman stood at 5'6 wearing her black raven hair in a similar braid as Elliot's and wearing traditional martial arts cloths, Kim Lee smiled back from where she stood by the apple tree. Kim Lee is his best friend, his teacher, and a motherly figure after losing his mother Flora who was the closet thing he had besides Mrs. Weasley.
He jogged over to her, warmly greeting her in her home language.
" Teacher! I've done it! I'm finally Going!"
Kim Lee smiled at her bouncing and extremely excited student She chuckled in her hands before stating "Calm down my student." Bending down to hug him she smiled and continued.
"I am proud of you Elliot, not only as my student but as my friend too."
The glowing smile she received made her heart clench in a tiny bit of sadness that she would not see her own student grow up.
"Now let us train and then let us talk more about your trip."
Putting down his book, Elliot stood beside Kim and they started their slow routine of Tai-chi. After going two full rotations, Kim Lee stated
"What seems to be bothering you my friend?
Elliot winced but kept moving along the stances with his teacher, she always had a talent in knowing when something was bothering him.
"My nightmares have returned".
Kim thought in silence for a few moments before asking
"And what do they do in this nightmare of yours?"
Elliot shivered at thought of those cold lifeless dead eye's that bore into him before answering.
"They blamed me; judged me."
His voice came out much more softer this time she noticed, stopping she paused to stare into her student's eye's in hope of never seeing those broken eye's she had seen when they first met.
"Do you believe it is true in what they blamed you for?"
Elliot stopped and stared silently as the apple tree swayed with the cooling breeze.
"Their is a part of my mind that has me think of things I could have done to save them, then there is a larger part of me that does not. I'm conflicted my teacher."
Kim smiled softly at her amazingly wise student, he always understood his emotions on a deeper level than most.
"that is human nature Elliot. One will always wonder what could have been or what they could have done. It is in this that one must accept his or her actions in the situation. You must except that you are only one person and there is only so much you can do."
Elliot smiled softly, glancing up at Kim Lee. He was so lucky to have her in his life, he was glad that they had met.
"So tell me more of this exciting event coming up."
Elliot wasting no time exploded into detail.
"My father agreed to let me move out! Though my brothers weren't to happy about it, but I'll be moving out this Friday!"
Kim lee laughed at him and Elliot not expecting such a reaction pouted cutely. Wiping away a few stray tears from her eye's she smiled at him.
"My time is up Elliot. The forest is dying."
Elliot faltered in his joy, looking at Kim Lee anguished in sadness and uncertainty.
"Do not look so sad little one, it is my time to go."
Elliot though continued to look distressed at the though of her leaving. Sighing Kim Lee looked to the forest that surrounded her tree.
"the forest and I have decided to give you something so you will never feel all alone Elliot, and we ask you to take Animus with you. She is the last of her kind around here, take her please?"
Elliot feeling his strength come back, nodded eagerly.
"Of course I'll take her."
Kim Lee smiled with great love at her student; pulling out a elegantly crafted green Chinese music box she held it out to Elliot. Elliot looked stunned at the beautiful box before looking up at Kim in question in what it was.
"It holds the growth of new life little one, but the box is personally from me. My grandfather gave it to me when I came to this country, take care of it for me."
Elliot could not hold back the few stray tears that had fallen in the presence of his teacher, his friend. He was given a gift that had meant the world to his teacher, she had given it too him in trust and love. Elliot could only silently cry as he walked back to the mansion at a much slower pace with animus right beside him.
He was finally given the chance to live on his own away from expectations, he was leaving with strength from his teacher and the pride of his father.
He was going to live.
~~~~ End of chapter one~~~~~
Oh, thank god! This took forever to write! I hope it was long enough and that you enjoyed it. Notice: The stupid underlining thing for when their speaking is screwing up on me, please do not freak i will try to fix that on the next chapter and on this... if i can. :S I had lots of fun writing this chapter with some talking to myself included when I decided some things for this chapter. :D Please tell me ways on how to improve my story or if their were things that were unclear for you. Comment's are always appreciated and welcomed but do be respectful and not go all Rasengan on me if their was something you didn't like in the chapter. Suggestions are welcome also! :D
sincerely, Elliot Sterling