Title: Loyalties from the Side without Light
Summary: He was a nobleman, evil and plain cruel. He was the noble's follower, an assassin trusted by the other to do his bidding. In a world veiled with darkness, deceit and lies, what role will something such as loyalty play in crafting a bond between two hearts devoid of light? (AU. Crack-pair.)
Warning/s: BL (need I say more?), characters are pretty much out of it (yep, they're really OOC in here, it is in an AU after all), crack pair ahead, very, very slight violence and gore (Sorry, the sadist in me won the argument), a bit of language (I'm not really one to curse…much)
Disclaimer: I disclaim. The characters I used here belong to their respective creator and I own nothing aside from the crazy plot of this tiny fanfic I wrote (or typed for the matter).
A/N: So you know how I deleted this fic once because I'm somehow not satisfied with a few things? Well I guess I'm ready to get this out there once again and continue until, hopefully, I can finish it. However, I probably wouldn't be able to update as fast seeing as I have school and I'm pretty busy as well as the fact that I have some other fics I have to work on (not to mention this fic is still undergoing edits and all that so yeah). Please bear with me.
Right so let's get this running on the road. Enjoy!
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Loyalties from the Side without Light
Prologue: Blocking the Light
Pieces of gold rattled inside a tiny pouch as a bearded man shook it greedily, drowning himself in the jingling sounds of his newly claimed fortune, his brown eyes glinting with joy like the jeweled ring upon his finger. The man's deep chuckle echoed within the four walls of the small carriage as he thought about how he had easily fooled the man whom the gold pieces originally belonged to.
"Does he really think I will do what he asked me just because he gave me all these gold?" the man chuckled again, now playing with the tiny pieces of the precious metal, "What a very naïve child. Young people are so easily fooled."
His rejoicing, however, was halted by the sudden jolt of the carriage. "Watch where you're driving, you imbecile!" He shouted towards the one driving the carriage, expecting to hear a lame excuse such as accidentally hitting a bump in the road. But when no such thing happened and the only answer he got was silence—the kind of silence, so eerie, that it makes the hair at the back of your neck stand—he panicked. The gears inside his head begun to turn, run, his mind screamed. Being the panicked fool he was, he failed to see logic and as such, he left the carriage, or rather, the small sense of safety it offered, for now, at least. Despite his current state though, he remained greedy, not forgetting to grab the pouch filled with the tiny gold pieces. But as he stepped out of the horse-driven vehicle he saw a sight so horrible that he froze right where he stood, his blood running cold. There, his driver lie, bloody and lifeless, eyes still open, shock written all over it—a single deep slit upon his throat was what killed him mercilessly. The man gulped, he was in danger, that much he knew, from what, no who seems to be a better term, he had absolutely no idea. Though when he managed to regain his senses and turned to fled, it was already too late, for he found a cold metal pressed so closely near his throat, shocked, he dropped the small pouch, the fallen object creating a ringing sound that broke the eerie silence.
Then a voice, so low, so calm, so terrifying, "This is as far as you go."
And the man could clearly hear the tone of finality laced in that single statement. Heart hammering inside his chest, the man gulped audibly, daring to take a glimpse at the one who owns such fear-inducing voice. What he saw, however, was something he never expected. As he took in the appearance of the person holding the deadly blade, realization rapidly dawned on him, hitting him like a million brick wall falling from the sky. "You!" He exclaimed, "You're not hisbodyguard! You're an assassin working under him!"
Ignoring the man, the younger of the two spoke, "Do you honestly believe that my sire will let you off so easily? He knew your plan. He knew what you were thinking. You are the naïve one."
Fear was rapidly, creeping up the man's veins, making his whole body shake with reasonable dread. And as the younger pushed the exceedingly sharp blade closer to the man's throat that it created a small cut, the bearded man tried his last resort. He begged. "N-no! Please…don't! I have a family! A wife…kids! P-please, have mercy and spare me!" Tears were already pooling on the corners of his eyes as he finished talking. He thought that maybe, him begging like a pathetic man would move the younger, but as he looked over the assassin, he knew his pleas had fallen into deaf ears, for his misty, fearful eyes only met cold, hardened ones. And before he could process what was going on, blood was already leaking out from the deep cut made upon his throat, what with the sword having easily slit it open, a sight that will surely cause those with a weak heart to faint.
The assassin, however, was not even the slightest bit deterred by the sight. His eyes remained emotionless as splatters and splatters of blood stained his hands, his clothes and his face. Then, he heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching his way, and just like he had anticipated, he heard the voice of the one behind everything, a voice so soft and gentle that you would find it hard to believe what he was really capable of.
"You did well. I have seen you work countless of times in the past, yet, you never cease to amaze me." The new comer said, the reality of his words could be detected from the tone of his voice.
The assassin picked up the forgotten gold-filled pouch, handing it to the person before him, who in turn took it gladly. "I'm merely doing what you asked me to." The assassin replied and for a moment, the other teen, no, man—his age may be that of a teen, but he had already grown up way beyond his years, both of them did—noticed the underlying tone of guilt in his follower's voice. The assassin, feeling ashamed of the showcase of his emotions averted his eyes, looking anywhere but the eyes of his sire.
The noble smiled, his hand moving to rest atop his follower's shoulder, "It is fine", he said, "There is nothing wrong about feeling guilty."
Hardening himself once again, the assassin spoke, "I have no time to wallow in something as trivial as my guilt. There are still a lot of people whose desire was to bring you down. My goal is to prevent them from ever harming you. If all of them had already been eliminated by me, when all of these are over, then that would be the time that I would let guilt consume me."
"Is that so? Then you will do my bidding once more?" The noble asked, already knowing the answer.
"Of course, sire." The assassin replied, his eyes staring straight at the other. "You are the only king I serve and will ever serve. Your enemy is my enemy." His words spoke volumes, showing the universe whom his loyalty belongs to.
"You are always so loyal." the noble replied as he traced his follower's bloodied face gently with his hand, "If that would be the case, then, when everything finally comes to an end, let me share your guilt and together, we would be consumed by it. You don't have to bear all the weight of your actions alone." These words, said by the noble, held the same meaning, making it clear to all that his loyalty towards the one in front of him was as fierce as the other's towards him. "Come; let us head back to my abode. You should clean up."
With that said, two figures—Dashan, a noble whose intentions were never to be taken lightly of and his most trusted follower, Kyoya, an assassin who would stop at nothing for his sire, two teens, forced to become men by the cruel world they were in—calmly walked away from the bloody scene, leaving dead bodies behind their wake.
Above them, drifting clouds blocked the light of the moon.
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A/N: BEHOLD THE POWER OF BOREDOM! -insert evil laugh- (and also the notion that I love this fic so much I just have to continue it no matter what. This is my baby.)
But ok, let's face the obvious; this is weird, really, really weird. It's been what? Years? But I'm still so into this and I still think it's weird –laughs- I don't even know what got me to write this (again). Maybe it's because of the fact that Kyoya had been paired with nearly everyone but not with Dashan. And so, as a resolve to change that, I present you this! Though I have to say that for a moment ('for a moment' meaning like twenty times) I was really tempted to make this a Kyoya/Nile story, but I held on. (Must stick to the original plan of a crack-pair, namely DashKyo, which is hard, because, did these two ever interacted? And so, born is the AU.)
Also, I apologize for any grammatical errors and spelling mistakes (English is not my first language anyway).
Thank you!