Cycles
Summary: He was definitely NOT in love! It was just pure physical attraction, yeah, that was it, pure physical attraction!! No matter how many times he chanted that thought to himself mentally, he knew that it was a lie. Only he made him act like a school girl in love.Only he made him laugh that soft smug chuckle when he flushed that pretty red. 'What the hell are you doing to be Eragon?' Murtagh thought watching his new crush laugh. It was going to be a long school year.
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Ten- Hello everyone, Ten-Ryuko here. This is my first attempt at writing a slash and an incest pairing fanfic. This would also be my first Eragon fanfic. Like it, hate, love it, bored of it, whatever. Oh, and your opinions matter, I think, to an author because…ok how about I stop talking and start the fanfic neh?
Disclaimer: I do not own Eragon. There, nice and simple.
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-ThE sToRy WiLl NoW cOmMeNcE!!
Friendly Sapphire
He was a normal guy. Most would consider him a nerd, though. It was true, he was very smart, but he wore scruffy clothing. His family was adaptors, so they re-used things when times were harsh. His family was never rich, but they got by. So it was natural that he wore hand-me-downs from his older cousin, Roran. Wait, why was he talking to himself again?
He was going to an elite private high school. His uncle Garrow, Roran, Katrina, and everyone else in Carvahall were proud when a letter of acceptance to the school of Alagaesia was sent to him. The tuitions were expensive, but they also sent in scholarship programs. So, with much persuasion, man-to-man talks, and a threat of getting a make-over from his soon-to-be-cousin-in-law, Katrina, Eragon Rider agreed to go to the high school he dreamt of going ever since he was eight.
Currently, he was on a train reading the book Macbeth. He found it interesting actually. How greed and the promise of power could change people so. How Macbeth and his wife killed people, just for power, only to fall down to their doom by a friend. He was almost done with it, again. Macbeth was a book he enjoyed immensely and he knew the lines, descriptions, and plot by heart. Still, he kept his book in good condition, and treated with respect. Eragon was so deep in thought that he didn't hear the compartment door slide.
"May I sit down?" a smooth female voice asked.
Startled, Eragon tilted his reading glasses up to see a very beautiful girl stare at his questionably. All he could do was nod, and embarrassed that he was staring, went back to his book. He couldn't help but steal another glance at the girl. She looked young, at least three years younger than him, so maybe 13 or maybe even 12, but she really was very pretty. Blonde almost white hair was streaked with sapphire highlights. Her outfit consisted of a sapphire blouse and a pair of faded blue jeans. White vans were on her dainty feet. Brilliant sapphire eyes stared out the compartment window, and her small hand with sharpened nails drummed against her right thigh.
Eragon didn't notice that he was staring until the brilliant sapphire eyes were staring back. It took all his will-power not to yelp in shock.
"S-sorry about that," he stammered. "I don't do well with strangers especially women for that matter so…" Eragon knew his cheeks were brushed with a light pink, but he continued. "I'm Eragon Rider by the way." He politely offered a hand.
The girl stared at him and her calm face broke into a smile. "Nice to meet you, I'm Saphira Drake." She accepted the hand, gripped hard, and shook firmly. Eragon shook with as much vigor. They both smiled and laughed.
"It's nice to know that you have a strong grip Saphira," Eragon commented when they introduced each other.
"Yeah, I learned that it intimidates men," Saphira flashed a smile, ivory teeth gleaming.
"Hey, I heard of that one too," he chuckled and flashed a smile as well.
"So, you weren't staring at me just because of my pretty face?" Saphira asked, a teasing tone laced in subtly.
"No, like I said, I'm not really the person that is comfortable with women," Eragon explained quickly, not noticing he was being teased. Saphira burst into laughter.
"Well, this is a first. Mostly, men would just hit on me. It's refreshing to have an intelligent chat with someone without them ogling at me," Saphira smiled, her sapphire eyes twinkling in mirth.
"Well, you are pretty though," Eragon said friendly. She smiled again.
"It's also refreshing for someone to call me pretty without flirting with me," Saphira laughed. With that, they continued chatting and just clicked. Eragon felt close, as if he had known Saphira for a long time, and it looked as if Saphira trusted Eragon as well. The hours flew by with idle talking and laughter. He had made his first friend outside of his small hometown.
Saphira was an interesting individual. She was quite athletic, something the two of them enjoyed and debated about. She enjoyed ski-diving, swimming, and anything to do with air. It was her dream to become a pilot even more famous than Amelia Earheart. She even told him she wasn't half-bad at a bow and arrow, and hunting was almost second nature, along with being in the air.
Eragon was a known to have the best shot in Carvahall and had bagged game for food for his family more than once. Hunting and surviving was a part of his life, since his town lived so close to the Spine. In fact, he was one of the few who could even survive in the maze-like forest.
"So you are in shape," Saphira teased, "funny, you looked like the bookworm type."
"Like I haven't heard that one before," Eragon said sarcastically, rolling his eyes as his new friend giggled.
"But a very cute bookworm," Saphira reassured, winking.
"I prefer not to be called cute," Eragon pouted and Saphira just burst into laughter again.
"But that pout of yours is just adorable!" Saphira argued, pointing a finger at his lips.
"I'm not pouting nor am I adorable," Eragon growled pouting even more.
"Bloody hell you're not," Saphira commented sarcastically.
"Saphira!" Eragon growled warningly, folding his arms together while sulking and pouting his adorable face..
"Yes Eragon?" Saphira said innocently.
"You know what, I give up. When I argue with you, my head just hurts," Eragon groaned, clutching his head to emphasize his comment. They looked at each and burst into laughter.
"Hey I have a question," Eragon said as they stopped laughing. A drawled hmm came from the female.
"Where are you heading after you getting off the train?" Eragon asked.
"Oh, I'm going to Alagaesia Private High," Saphira said casually. Eragon blinked and what she said sunk in.
"What?!" Eragon yelped in shock. "But you're only 12...! Wait you are 12 right?" Eragon looked suspicious.
"Yes Eragon, I am a 12 year-old, but I'm considered a prodigy and a genius, so I applied for Alagaesia," Saphira said casually. "Where are you going?"
"Alagaesia..." was all he could manage. Saphira looked at him with neutral eyes. She was afraid of this. When she told others older than her that she was going to a private elite school at the young adolescent age of 12, they treated her with either disdain, jealously, or like a young child and how lucky she was to go to such an adult school. She was disgusted by their behavior and she hated how they treated her so differently.
"So you're going to Alagaesia," Eragon said slowly. Saphira nodded, her face still neutral. "That…..is awesome!!" Eragon exclaimed happily tackling his friend into a bear hug.
"Huh?" was the great smart answer of Saphira Drake.
"That means we can see each other!" Eragon exclaimed happily. "This is your first year right?!"
"Uh…yes," Saphira said, now she was the one blinking.
"This is awesome Saphira; we have to stay friends, even if we pass Alagaesia!" Eragon said excitedly.
"You want to be friends….?" Saphira said slowly.
"Yeah, of course I want to be your friend silly," Eragon chuckled, finally letting go of her.
Saphira smiled brightly, much more brightly. "Yeah, let's be friends!" Eragon was ok to be her friend!
"What, were you afraid to be my friend?" Eragon asked worried.
"No, no!" Saphira said hurriedly. "It's nothing like that. It's just….people would treat me like a child or be jealous of me because I was going to high school at the age of 12, and not just any high school either, you know, but Alagaesia. I hated that and I would distance myself away from others. It was nice to talk to someone that treated me with respect. So, I'm happy that you accepted for me."
"That was stupid," Eragon said bluntly after a moment of silence.
Saphira snapped her face up, hurt and disbelief in her eyes. "What?!" she demanded.
"Saphira, you shouldn't have distanced yourself from others like that! It was their fault for not understanding you, not yours, so stop hurting yourself!" Eragon snorted, looking at her square in the eye. "Don't let their behavior get to you, become stronger and overcome it. If you get frustrated then talk to someone you trust. Bloody hell, I'll become your personal therapist if it makes you happy!"
Saphira just stared at him. "You would do that…..for me?" she breathed out. Eragon nodded solemnly. Saphira launched herself unto her new best friend, and therapist.
"Thank you!" she hiccupped, tears of joy running down her face. "Thank you so much Eragon." Awkwardly, he soothingly rubbed her back in small circles. "Er….your welcome I guess," he grunted, a blush dusting his cheek bones.
"So, we'll be friends forever right?" Saphira asked, still crying, looking him straight in the eye. He smiled.
"Promise," he said.
The two laughed together. A deep bond not many people had had been forged that day. A bond of friendship and a trusting love. No my dear readers, they would never become lovers. They were individual that were one. They were one.
Ten- Loved it, hated it? I, personally, am surprised I wrote something like this HAHAHAHAHA! It is not a SaphiraxEragon though, it's a MurtaghxEragon. Sorry if this pairing offends people, but personally, I just like it. –shrugs- Well, flame, diss at, like, whatever. I NEED OPINIONS ON THIS THING! And sorry if there are some mistakes, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, and an Eragon one to boot! I don't know when I'll have time, but I'll update when I can. Seeya folks later!
P.S: The reason I didn't pair up Saphira with Eragon is because I wanted to emphasize just how important Saphira is to Eragon. In the book Paolini made her Eragon's confidant, his best friend, a part of him. I want to emphasize that bond but without magic or duty tying them together. I mean in the book they haven't known each other for even a year and yet their so close. So please don't expect me to all of a sudden make Saphira or Eragon fall madly in love with each other. If this offends people or make me look like some kind of weird ego-listic hypocrite, fell free to tell me! Also, the reason Saphira is younger than Eragon? Physically, she is, but mentally she is much older. Just like in the book. That's why I made her so young, and so mature and smart. So Saphira is 12 and Eragon is 15.