Dirge of Beauty
Part 1
He was always surrounded by darkness. Soft, comfortable darkness. He knew how for how long he was like this. It seemed like an eternity but it was only for twelve centuries and counting. He just hoped someone would be adventurous enough to travel far out here, see the castle, explore the dungeons, discover the coffin and kill him. But then again hope was for the foolish.
And so was love.
Blue eyes, shining with tears blinked open in the darkness. He didn't want to remember him. He didn't want to remember the way he watched helplessly as the only thing that mattered to him in world was ripped away from him. He didn't want to remember how the promise he held kept him from tearing those pathetic humans apart.
Sharp white canines glinted in the dark angrily. He should be the one dead. Not his mate. Not the one most precious to him.
His whole body suddenly tensed as the lid of his coffin creaked open. Trapped dust exited and moonlight streamed in but a flash of wild red hair and a grin came into view.
"Wakey Wakey Roxy!"
Roxas sat up straight and glared through long, fallen blond hair at grinning best friend. "What is it Axel? I'm trying to rot, remember?"
Axel pouted. "I know, I know. But you told me to never wake you unless I found him." He smiled brightly, peridot eyes shining. "And I did!"
Roxas was up instantly, grabbing Axel's neck and pulling him down so they could meet eye to eye. "Tell me this isn't one of your jokes!"
Axel shook his head. "Nope. I told you I would find him buddy. Took me four centuries but I found him."
Roxas let go, straightening his dusty cloak. "Take me to him."
He had a boat ready. They traveled a large stretch of sea, Roxas immediately suspicious that Axel was planning to try and leave him out at sea as some sick joke. But they arrived to a small chain of islands. Palm trees and small forests, neighborhoods surrounded by beaches, shacks here and there, well worn roads and thick bushes. He had no doubt that his mate was here. His scent mingled with the salt water in the air, just like before.
In the middle of the night, Axel and Roxas crept through the town. They jumped from house to house, Roxas suddenly stealing the lead and following the scent of his other half. He came to a stop in front a small house right where another sandy beach began on the edge of the neighborhood. Roxas closed eyes, focusing on that familiar sound of his love breathing in a deep sleep. He could hear the heartbeat that started everything, four hundred years ago. Opening his eyes, Roxas looked up and spotted the open attic window. One leap and he was up there, balancing himself in the frame of the window. The moonlight paled in comparison to the brunette's sun kissed skin. Roxas' hand twitched, eager to touch what was his..
Axel suddenly appeared next to him, peering over Roxas' shoulder at the human asleep before them.
"He was reincarnated. He doesn't remember a thing about the past , no reported flashbacks or dreams."
Roxas turned to Axel, sending him a pleading look. His best friend understood the message and stepped back, nodding. "A moment alone. You got it, buddy. I'll see you back at the manor." With a strong gust of wind, Axel was gone.
Slowly Roxas entered the sleeping teen's room and landed on the floor with a soft 'thud'. He crouched before the bed, hands sweeping over the lithe body he touched so intimately before. Leaning in close, Roxas nuzzled the crook of the boys neck, feeling that beating pulse . Then he inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring at another realization. His mate was human and sick.
Again.
He would have to start all over.
But now, his love was found, and here before him. Safe and sound. Roxas kissed the tanned neck gently, breathing in the scent that belonged only to him. He could feel the passion he thought was extinguished, burning up again.
He cradled the brunette's face softy, wanting to kiss those enticing lips.
"Sora..." Roxas breathed.
Sparkling blue eyes fluttered open.
Sora Amano's blue eyes fluttered open drowsily. His head was pounding from not having slept well. All night he kept waking up, feeling an unknown presence in his room, but finding nothing. It was uncomfortable and weird, provided he usually slept well every night. The brunette sat up straight in his bed and looked around his small but tidy room. No one was there of course. Stupid dream. He glanced at the clock. 7:29. He woke up before the alarm. Oh well. Sora hit the button to cancel his alarm for the morning. Sighing, he stumbled out of his bed to get ready for the day.
The sun had just risen over Destiny Islands, making the waters sparkle and the flowers bloom. The islands were quiet, the silence ready to be breached by the islanders ready to start their day; children and adults alike. They were a cheerful sort. Always smiling and happy. That reason alone, kept Sora going. He was left at the orphanage as a baby and now he was eighteen, in his last year attending Destiny High. Sora shared a small house on the island with his assigned guardian, saving up to live on his own, by working at a restaurant as a waiter.
His school life was simple. Sora was smart, but he preferred to hide behind smiles and pranks. But despite Sora's good marks and practical jokes, he had few friends. He was an outcast, thanks to his blood disorder. He was prone to violent nosebleeds, heavy bleeding from the smallest of cuts, coughing it up. He couldn't control it, it was like his body hated him. Sora had hemophilia. And because he was bleeding nearly all the time, no one wanted to come near him.
Sora stepped out of his bathroom, washed up, deodorized and dressed in a pair of faded jeans and his favorite parka. Running a hand through his spiky brown hair, Sora bounded downstairs, sneakers squeaking here and there as he went. He entered his kitchen, grabbing two croquettes he made yesterday from the refrigerator and throwing them in the microwave for a quick breakfast. As the food reheated, Sora checked his backpack, double checking that he had everything he needed for school. He hid his wallet in the lining of his bag.. It was a Friday, and Sora had a bad feeling about today.
Who knew what those idiots at school would try?