meeble, here's another new ficcie...errr..one that's been rotting away on
me comp, any way.
yam: why do you always have to BS before a story? nobody really cares bout your ramblings.
*glares * why do you always have to ruin everything?
yam: ............*looks hurt * ......
yug: -.- before those two start, i'll take care of the technicalities.
yug: DISCLAIMER: stands for the entire fic; oni doesn't own.
yug: WARNINGS: shounen-ai, boi x boi. me + yami! YAY! *blushes, coughs, and clears his throat *
yug: *sighs and takes a sip of water * SUMMARY: i'm a fairy prince; me and yami were once lovers betrothed to one another. but he tragically died before we were married, but now he's been reincarnated, and i have until midnight to reunite with him, or he will be lost to me forever!
oh...yeah, thanks, yug! *huggles yug, who is gulping down water * oh, yah, i got some notes for y'all; this fic is inspired/ drawn from my limited knowledge of the ancient Celts of Ireland and Britain. This deals with Celtic folklore, though most of it is probably inaccurate.
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MUSIC OF THE GLEN
Yami yawned as he walked through the vast, ornate halls of the posh boarding school. He tugged at the collar of his sweater and switched his books to his other arm. His spine tingled and the back of his neck burned; he felt like someone was watching him.
He started to turn his head to look around the hall, then immediately dismissed that notion; he cared very little for his fellow students, and no one had ever affected him like that. Yami shivered; this was no mortal gaze penetrating through him. Those eyes......whatever eyes they were.....their effect was otherworldly......
He looked out one of the huge windows at the sunny sky, warm breeze, and trees with their multi-colored leaves. Just an average late autumn day, except for the large, sparkling violet eyes peering down at him from the topmost branch of the nearest tree.
Yami blinked and shook his head, looking again. But the tingling sensation all over his skin had vanished, as had the soulful, mysterious eyes. He snorted it, dismissing it as a combination of an overactive imagination and the approaching of the vernal equinox. He really needed to stop listening to Bakura's tall tales of Celtic spirits and Druid priests. There was no such thing as magic.
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nyack...... that was *painfully * short. i have much more than this written, and i wanted to post it, but there is no decent place to chunk it off, and it would be horrible, awful, nasty cliffies! *sweat drops *
besides....consider this the prologue....the other chapters, i promise, and i can guarnatee it, will be much longer- i already have a few of 'em written! *nodds * so, they are longer....
yug: *giggles * please review if you think i'm cute! ^.^ *bats his long eyelashes at reviewers * i'll give you a kiss if you do! *is sitting behind a kissing booth * one kiss per review! ^.~ *bats his long eye lashes again, going all sparkly and chibi-eyed at the readers *
yam: why do you always have to BS before a story? nobody really cares bout your ramblings.
*glares * why do you always have to ruin everything?
yam: ............*looks hurt * ......
yug: -.- before those two start, i'll take care of the technicalities.
yug: DISCLAIMER: stands for the entire fic; oni doesn't own.
yug: WARNINGS: shounen-ai, boi x boi. me + yami! YAY! *blushes, coughs, and clears his throat *
yug: *sighs and takes a sip of water * SUMMARY: i'm a fairy prince; me and yami were once lovers betrothed to one another. but he tragically died before we were married, but now he's been reincarnated, and i have until midnight to reunite with him, or he will be lost to me forever!
oh...yeah, thanks, yug! *huggles yug, who is gulping down water * oh, yah, i got some notes for y'all; this fic is inspired/ drawn from my limited knowledge of the ancient Celts of Ireland and Britain. This deals with Celtic folklore, though most of it is probably inaccurate.
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MUSIC OF THE GLEN
Yami yawned as he walked through the vast, ornate halls of the posh boarding school. He tugged at the collar of his sweater and switched his books to his other arm. His spine tingled and the back of his neck burned; he felt like someone was watching him.
He started to turn his head to look around the hall, then immediately dismissed that notion; he cared very little for his fellow students, and no one had ever affected him like that. Yami shivered; this was no mortal gaze penetrating through him. Those eyes......whatever eyes they were.....their effect was otherworldly......
He looked out one of the huge windows at the sunny sky, warm breeze, and trees with their multi-colored leaves. Just an average late autumn day, except for the large, sparkling violet eyes peering down at him from the topmost branch of the nearest tree.
Yami blinked and shook his head, looking again. But the tingling sensation all over his skin had vanished, as had the soulful, mysterious eyes. He snorted it, dismissing it as a combination of an overactive imagination and the approaching of the vernal equinox. He really needed to stop listening to Bakura's tall tales of Celtic spirits and Druid priests. There was no such thing as magic.
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nyack...... that was *painfully * short. i have much more than this written, and i wanted to post it, but there is no decent place to chunk it off, and it would be horrible, awful, nasty cliffies! *sweat drops *
besides....consider this the prologue....the other chapters, i promise, and i can guarnatee it, will be much longer- i already have a few of 'em written! *nodds * so, they are longer....
yug: *giggles * please review if you think i'm cute! ^.^ *bats his long eyelashes at reviewers * i'll give you a kiss if you do! *is sitting behind a kissing booth * one kiss per review! ^.~ *bats his long eye lashes again, going all sparkly and chibi-eyed at the readers *