Here's my first story after many years of procrastinating and idling around. I hope ya'll will like it. My friend Momoju helped proofread it for me.
YAMU&SHARR are definitely one of my OTPs! 3
"Who's up for one more round!?"
The festive celebration continued as the swordsman cheered. Sharrkan and his blond pupil both raised their golden gemmed chalices. At this moment, the two of them were living like kings with beautiful maidens around each arm. It was a night to forget the troubles in life: for the young men to live to the fullest, a night where a brothel was the place to be – like every other night.
Nothing but smiles and laughter filled the air as it seeped out of the curtained window. The swordsman lifted the curtain slightly up from behind him; unintentionally showing the subtle curves his muscles created. He surveillances the area to only find the village's main road nearly empty. It was understandable seeing how it was almost midnight.
The peasants that passed by couldn't help but notice the emerald eyed man peering from inside the shop and would glance at his direction with perplexed expressions. His eyes seem to glow more because of the beautiful tanned skin they rested on. The contrast was beautiful. He had eyes that were irresistible to every woman and sometimes even men… all except one — at least that was how it was portrayed.
Voluminous teal hair formed a ball outside the area, underneath the window sill. She was what the swordsman did not account for; a strange woman gripping to the walls underneath him. She was also the real reason for why the poor man was a victim to all the perplex stares from the people of Sindria. The peasants would all pass by without uttering a word about what they have encountered. One — because it was none of their business and two — because they were two of the eight generals of the kingdom that always seem to quarrel like newlyweds.
Yamuraiha started sweating from the inner panic she experienced. Beforehand, she was pacing back and forth, deciding whether or not to enter the brothel, drag Sharrkan out, and just tell him the whole truth. Why can't she stand him? Why has her pride gotten the best of her, making her actions contradict with how she really feels about this Heliohaptian buffoon? But before Yamuraiha could make her decision, Sharrkan pulled open the curtain once again, but far enough to get a decent view of the area.
If not for her catlike reflexes, she would have been caught. Her first instinct was to duck out of view and she stayed stiff as close to the wall as possible, not wanting to be in his eye of vision. She couldn't help but feel like a stalker and she shook her head at the actions she was about to commit.
One of the women that rested gently against Sharrkan's body gestured to have another toast. So he closed the curtains back up and poured another round of liquor for both him and his blond companion.
"Would one of you fine young ladies like to come home with us?" Sharrkan nonchalantly asked as he held up his chalice. Both men made very wide, boyish grins as some of the women answered his request.
Yamuraiha's shoulders hung in defeat as she listened to the squealing and cheering. "Stupid Sharr…pig", she muttered under her breath.