Chapter I – Z
I ran upstairs into the room of the tavern that we were staying at. I had just finished beating Syrenne in a gambling game. I've told her so many times to stop gambling when she's drunk, which seems to be all the time, so we played a little trick on her. Lowell and I told her that she was going to win but came out and sucker punched her in the end (metaphorically). Now she's pissed and drunk and a female….
I busted open the door then closed and locked it quickly. I leaned against the door to catch my breath.
"What's going on?" Yurick sat up on his bed. I didn't know he was in here. I laughed.
The door pounded three times, shaking me with each hit. "Zael!" it was Syrenne," Get your cowardly ass out here so I can beat it!" That didn't seem like a smart idea.
"We played a trick on her. She's not too happy." I told him in response to his question. I smiled childishly.
He sighed. "You're dead, you know that, right?" he crossed his ankles and leaned back on his hands, "Once she gets a hold of you two," he added. We had messed with her so many times I was surprised we weren't dead already.
The banging stopped. "Shut up, Dagran! You stay out of this!" Great. Now she was taking it out on my brother. I put my ear to the wall to hear the one sided conversation.
"Syrenne, you're drunk." Wow, Dagran, that's not a very compelling argument.
"I don't get drunk! I get pissed! And I'm pretty ticked off right now!" She was feisty tonight.
I backed off the door and sat on my bed across from Yurick's. Both of us erupted into a laugh that only the two of us had ever seen. He usually never even smiled in front of the others. He rolled his eyes. "I swear there is something wrong with you." He stopped laughing, but held his smile. He was adorable when he smiled.
Yurick was a cute kid. I say 'kid' because I am a good three years older than he is. He's barely 17. His hair was a beautiful white that was absolutely natural. It was soft and well kept. The only thing about his appearance that confused me was that if you didn't see his abs, half the time, you would think he was a girl. His face was rounded and small. If you put him in a group of guys he looked like a girl, but if you put him into a group of girls he was too much of a guy. Very misleading sometimes.
I stared at him softly, enjoying the warmth of his smile. But the warmth was broken as the door swung open. His smile disappeared. Syrenne stormed into the room angrily, fire in her eyes, as it were. "You little shit! I'm gonna kick your-," she stopped and stared at me then at Yurick and back. Her face became lighter and all she said was, "Oh. Never mind then." And she turned to leave, closing the door behind her.
"What the hell was that about?" Yurick did not smile again. I was hoping he would have.
"I don't know. She's drunk." I responded.
"She's always drunk so we should know her by now. However, she is just far too confusing." He sat up and started picking at his nails. I knew he was thinking something out. He does that when he's running situations through his head. He was so secretive though. I didn't know what to think. He never even shared his favorite colour with us, even though it's obviously blue because he wears it all the time.
I stood and walked over to his bed, taking a place by his feet. "You should smile more. You are always so serious."
He laid back down and folded his arms behind his head. "What's the point? There isn't much worth smiling for."
"Well," I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'm here."
He rolled his eye, "That's not much either," He teased.
I frowned, leaning forward just a bit. I put my index fingers to the edges of his mouth and pushed them up towards his eyes….. his baby blue diamond beauties.
"Get the hell off of me!" he smirked. "You're and idiot, you know."
"But you smiled," I gave a thumbs up. "Mission accomplished."
"Why are you like that?" He sat up again. "You're so… so…." He was looking for a word.
"Annoying?" I suggested.
"No. Well, yes, but no." He sat up straight and put his hands in his lap. "So damn cute." The next thing I knew I was lip locked with him, his hands caressing my lower jaw. I wrapped my arms around him lightly. Then we both pulled away slowly.
"I don't understand you," I said. "You act all emotionless and yet you are so gentle and passionate. You call me an idiot, but then you kiss me and call me cute. What's with that?"
He was silent for a minute. His hands dropped to mine and intertwined with them. He sighed, "I don't like people seeing me. It's weird. I don't even know why I let you, but for some reason my mind tells me to show you, so I do." He looked down and folded his legs to cross.
I put my hand lightly on his cheek. "Maybe your mind knows I love you." He responded with a 'maybe' which, to be honest, wasn't good enough. I put my forehead on his. "Well, just for reassurance, I love you, Yurick."
He pecked my lips and leaned into my chest. "I love you, too, Zael." I ran my fingers through his shoulder length hair and slowly undid the braids that held it out of his face. We kissed again and again, laying down flat on his temporary bed. Our legs both straightened out and our ankles twisted together. We kissed tenderly, not lustfully, and let our bodies mold together.
I heard stomps of footsteps coming up the stairs. He pushed me off of the bed and onto the floor then got under the covers. "Go back to your own bed!" he whispered quickly. "It's Dagran!"
I jumped softly to my own bed and pulled the blanket over most of my body. The steps came to the door and it swung open. I closed my eyes, faking sleep. Thank Gods Yurick can sense people.
"We'll need to be awake at sunrise for our assignment tomorrow. You'd better get some-," he stopped and said the last part quietly, "sleep." He walked over to his bed. I relaxed and soon I was asleep.