P r o m i s e
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raurenu
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Disclaimer- this entire piece of writing is centered around Bartholomew Fatima and Fei Fong Wong as lovers. If you are anti shounen ai, or have no idea what shounen ai or yaoi is, or you happen to be a diehard BartxSigurd fan, please do not read this. Still, I'd like you to keep an open mind.
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"Damn you!" he yelled, falling back to the ground. Fei was almost completely out of strength, running on the last of what he had. How long had it been since he'd cured? How had had it been since he'd had the ability to cure? And why wouldn't these bloody bastards die?
He screamed a weak kie-yap [1] as he landed several blows to an enemy's head with his aching foot, before lowering his body to the ground. So many of them, and just three of us, he thought bitterly. Three. He had become almost oblivious to his comrades fighting beside him. Citan and Rico were about as tired as he was. In the bleariness of his fatigue, he only recognized their presence by the familiar cries of battle.
A light sheen of pure energy suddenly surrounded him, and Fei realized that he was being cured. Or at least an attempt. He saw Citan concentrating, but all Fei felt was a brief painkiller, like a weak drug. Twenty second opium.
If only Bart was here, he thought desolately. Together, they were invincible. Anything. A perfect team. He always knew what he was doing around Bart, and how each of their attacks could be combined to do twice the damage. He never was able to work well with the aloof Rico, and Citan was too weak; his main attribute was his ability to cure and block element attacks.
And he knew Bart ever so much better . . .
~interlude~ The pirate's cornsilk blond hair was let loose, and it intertwined in Fei's own dark tresses; a marriage of light and darkness. He felt Bartholomew's golden cheek nuzzle his skin, and looked up to find an ethereal blue eye locked with his. But so sombre, in contrast to the usually playful gaze.
"Fei," Bart said so softly that it came as a whisper. "I understand that it will be months until we can be together again . . ." The pirate's slender hand stroked his hair and settled on the side of his face. Then he resumed speaking, never once breaking his gaze with Fei's glittering brown eyes. "Months. Years maybe . . . but Fei, you must return to me. You must never forget me, and what we have. "
He looked away suddenly, as if it had been that hard for him to say. But it wasn't, any more. Fei had somehow managed to break through Bartholomew's hard shell, and find the boy beneath the skin.
"Bart," Fei began. The other boy looked at him tensely.
"You worry too much."
Bart's features softened and he smiled faintly.
"How could I forget?" Fei continued. "I'll never forget you for a minute. I think about you all the time-"
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Even now, Fei thought, the twenty second dream fading. He struggled to his feet, once again, to continue fighting. For now he had his priorities straight. He would stay alive and his opponents would eventually die. If he tried. And he would try, because he had promised to stay alive. And return. To Bartholomew. ~owari~
[1] in Tae-Kwon-Do, this is a term that means 'to yell', such as a war-cry. It's Korean.
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Hehehehe- fluff. Lots of it, too. I guess I'm just a sucker for happy endings.
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raurenu
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Disclaimer- this entire piece of writing is centered around Bartholomew Fatima and Fei Fong Wong as lovers. If you are anti shounen ai, or have no idea what shounen ai or yaoi is, or you happen to be a diehard BartxSigurd fan, please do not read this. Still, I'd like you to keep an open mind.
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"Damn you!" he yelled, falling back to the ground. Fei was almost completely out of strength, running on the last of what he had. How long had it been since he'd cured? How had had it been since he'd had the ability to cure? And why wouldn't these bloody bastards die?
He screamed a weak kie-yap [1] as he landed several blows to an enemy's head with his aching foot, before lowering his body to the ground. So many of them, and just three of us, he thought bitterly. Three. He had become almost oblivious to his comrades fighting beside him. Citan and Rico were about as tired as he was. In the bleariness of his fatigue, he only recognized their presence by the familiar cries of battle.
A light sheen of pure energy suddenly surrounded him, and Fei realized that he was being cured. Or at least an attempt. He saw Citan concentrating, but all Fei felt was a brief painkiller, like a weak drug. Twenty second opium.
If only Bart was here, he thought desolately. Together, they were invincible. Anything. A perfect team. He always knew what he was doing around Bart, and how each of their attacks could be combined to do twice the damage. He never was able to work well with the aloof Rico, and Citan was too weak; his main attribute was his ability to cure and block element attacks.
And he knew Bart ever so much better . . .
~interlude~ The pirate's cornsilk blond hair was let loose, and it intertwined in Fei's own dark tresses; a marriage of light and darkness. He felt Bartholomew's golden cheek nuzzle his skin, and looked up to find an ethereal blue eye locked with his. But so sombre, in contrast to the usually playful gaze.
"Fei," Bart said so softly that it came as a whisper. "I understand that it will be months until we can be together again . . ." The pirate's slender hand stroked his hair and settled on the side of his face. Then he resumed speaking, never once breaking his gaze with Fei's glittering brown eyes. "Months. Years maybe . . . but Fei, you must return to me. You must never forget me, and what we have. "
He looked away suddenly, as if it had been that hard for him to say. But it wasn't, any more. Fei had somehow managed to break through Bartholomew's hard shell, and find the boy beneath the skin.
"Bart," Fei began. The other boy looked at him tensely.
"You worry too much."
Bart's features softened and he smiled faintly.
"How could I forget?" Fei continued. "I'll never forget you for a minute. I think about you all the time-"
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Even now, Fei thought, the twenty second dream fading. He struggled to his feet, once again, to continue fighting. For now he had his priorities straight. He would stay alive and his opponents would eventually die. If he tried. And he would try, because he had promised to stay alive. And return. To Bartholomew. ~owari~
[1] in Tae-Kwon-Do, this is a term that means 'to yell', such as a war-cry. It's Korean.
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Hehehehe- fluff. Lots of it, too. I guess I'm just a sucker for happy endings.
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