The water trickled down the elegant fountain, decorating the garden with a sense of remembrance. It was subtle and calming as he sat on the edge of the fountain that laid completely in the middle of the said garden.
His skin shone a brilliant gold, radiating the sun that shown brightly on his skin. He had a bored look on his face, waiting as patiently as he could.
His long, crimson cloak swayed in the slight wind as it brushed past him. He shivered by the sudden breeze, and found that he was quickly pulling on his cloak a bit more too keep warm. He folded his legs, tucking his hands behind his head. His dark sea foam green eyes shone brilliantly in the sunlight.
The boy sighed, letting his hands fall to his sides. He ran his right hand through his messy black hair to move it out of his face, and a few strands that were dyed silver were brought out into the light. He leaned back some, trying not to fall into the fountain but still become comfortable while waiting.
His white ensemble was made up of a white, button-up vest that would ride up and show some dangerous skin around his stomach. He wore matching white slacks that clung to his hips tightly. He dropped his hand back down to his side, and stared up directly into the sun. His eyes burned and the feeling sent waves of warmth through him.
His shady green eyes looked down to his left hand as he picked it up and traced the dual silver ring that connected his pinky and fourth finger. It was smooth and radiant in the bright sun. The only other jewelry he wore was a silver stud in his left ear, and a small hoop in his right.
He placed his hands in his lap, and glanced over anxiously to the main gate. He had heard the noise of a car. His cousin must be arriving soon.
"Aidan!" Someone shouted, and he jumped up and spun around with a huge smile on his face.
In the distance of the garden he saw his cousin. Probably the only person on this planet he had ever felt and emotion towards, Siren. The only one in this cold world that wasn't insanely selfish and fool of sin...
The things Aidan had seen...Being a State alchemist at such a young age certainly does age you beyond your years...
Why was he just standing there? Aidan stared at the figure of his cousin standing just in the shadow of the great gate he had come through.
Siren looked down, his fist shaking with anger. This was the moment. He lifted his suitcase of the few belongings he had left and began running towards Aiden.
Aiden smiled and took a step forward, meeting Siren just in the spot where the marble surrounding the fountain ended into perfect grass.
Aiden smiled. Siren smiled, but it seemed crazed. Aiden realized something wasn't quite right with Siren's eyes.
"Hey is something w-" Aiden began, but it was to late, Siren threw himself at Aiden, knocking him to the ground.
"SERIOUSLY, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!" Siren practically screamed in Aidens face, gripping his shirt tightly.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Aiden yelled right back, gripping Sirens wrists, thouroughly ticked off.
"HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW?! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU TO DESERVE THIS!?" Siren yelled, his voice sounding furious, yet desperate.
Aiden, was just nearly about to push Siren off of him into the hard concrete, but then he saw the tears in Siren's deep lavender eyes. The eyes that had facinated him for years. He was frozen still. Siren never cried.
Siren's face was so close that Aiden could feel the tips of his soft blue hair brush against the outlines of his face.
He certainly had changed a lot from the last time they met...Siren seemed to no longer dress the part of the innocent angel he remembered. Streaks of back dye contrasted his light hair, his clothes covered in the typical chains and colored black in a such a way that the judgemental adults in this area would definately call "dead". Heavy eyeliner made his wide eyes seem even larger and...was that a bit of blue eyeshadow underneath his eyes?
"WELL?!" Siren insisted.
A sudden aching filled the rhythm of Aidan's beating heart, and he almost couldn't bring himself to speak to his cousin. Aidan's eyes gazed at the unyielding teen above him, his lavender eyes boring into Aidan's own brilliant green eyes. A void seemed to be accompanying that aching in Aidan's chest, gripping at the corners of his heart and ripping at them ever so gently.
"Siren..." he spoke softly, his voice quaking with the words that seemed so harshly stuck in his throat. His eyes scanned the other boy's face, taking in every inch that he possibly could. But when his eyes landed upon Siren's lips, he paused and merely stared in awe. They were quivering and pouting a bit, shaking themselves as Siren's cries lingered in the air.
"I'm sorry," Aidan whispered in a hoarse tone. He continued to follow the other boy's lips, entranced by their movement. The aching in his chest was becoming wider and wider, feeling like he was going to fall to pieces if he did not get something to fill the hole.
It's not like this hole was new to him, it had just never been so large and enveloping. The mere encasement of his heart seemed to crack at seeing his cousin once more.
Bringing him back into his conscious state, he had realized that he was leaning up ever so slowly, bringing the boy on top of him to meet his lips. He quickly put an abrupt ending to that, allowing himself to fall completely back on the concrete. But his eyes could not stay focused on anything...until they were brought back to Siren.
He traced Siren's silhouette with his eyes, taking in every curve and dip there was to be noticed. Siren's body was slender, almost too much so, and he was a bit curvy for a boy, but that just made his appeal ever more so.
"Yeah, right...asshole," Siren hissed, unwilling to give up on his only way to ventilate all of the emotion pulsing through him. He just wanted it to go away, if only for a second, and let him remain in his own sanctity. He was watching Aidan beneath him closely, almost not phased by the looks that he was being given.
The faint muscles that could be seen beneath Siren's clothing gave way to something eating at the bottom of Aidan's stomach. This foreign feeling almost drove him over edge, the burning ached in his stomach and throat, begging to be fulfilled. But he bit the feeling back, swallowing the fire and causing his inside to burn with the intensity of his emotions.
The burning spread throughout his being, causing him to shudder as he felt the tearing at the center of the hole within him. The pulsing of this foreign feeling and the aching of his heart drew together as one, becoming a blissful yet painful experience. A masochistic movement within himself.
"Really, I am..." Aidan brought up a hand to lightly stroke the side of Siren's face, in a light and loving manner. It seemed he was unable to hold back all of the sudden urges and impulses that drove him forward.
Confused by Aidens' antics, Siren threw him a dirty look and slapped Aidan's hand away.
"You idiot" Siren hissed as he easily pushed Aiden back against the ground due to the lack of Aidans resistance. Siren only wanted answers.
"Don't touch me, alchemist" Siren glared "It was you and your fucking alchemist family that killed my parents! It's all thanks to your reasearch! Why are you taking me in!? I'm against you!! I hate you!!" Siren quickly tried to wipe away the tears "I hate you..."
"They're your family to, I-" Aiden began, trying to make sense of the subject
"WE NEVER BELONGED TO YOUR FAMILY!" Siren shouted into his palms.
What was wit this kid...?' Aiden gently sat up, Siren not even bothering to lift himself off of Aidens lap and he rubbed at his eyes and bit his lip.
Aiden stared at him sadly, afraid to put his hand on Sirens shoulder even if only for comfort. It was stressful seeing him like this...What was he even ranting about?
"Oh dear!" Aiden's attention was brought to a tall old lady, perhaps in her late 50's dressed in black scampering towards them as quickly as she could "Is that child having another breakdown?" She frowned, her wrinkles becoming more defined.
She dug her nails into the clothe of Sirens shirt and pulled him up with more force then an old lady should possess...Siren stood wobbly to his knees. He looked like he might pass out, but the old lady put an arm around him for support.
When she finally took notice in Aidan, she let out an "OH!" bowed her head a little and continued to say "Young master Aiden!! You'll have to excuse him, he hasn't slept for days! He's unstable, really he is" She let out nervous laughter and began to make her way the the front door with Siren dragging his feat along sider her, as she continuously chanted "Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear" to herself.
He couldn't hardly feeling anything in the tips of his fingers. His mind was going over the previous events that involved his luscious cousin. Why did he hate him? Had he done something wrong? The void in his chest grew heart heartbreakingly, screaming lies and truths into the blackness of his heart. Maybe this was a fact he ought to look into further, if he ever wanted to seal off this void and possibly...embrace his cousin's heart.
Aidan's eyes were glued to the kitchen clock, his fingers tapping on the large dining room table as he counted the last few moments before nine o'clock at night. Four hours had passed since the previous encounter with Siren, and he had tried to seize himself from going to the boy. The fire had died down to a tolerable level, but as the time he had set drew nearer, the fire rekindled hastily in the pit that had ripped open inside of him.
Only five seconds remained on the clock before he could get his fix. This was so much worse than he had ever imagined it to be. This was his cousin for god's sakes! But all he could think of was the beautiful lavender eyes that had pierced his own sea green eyes. The curves that pressed against his clothing, his lips as they quivered ever so slightly.
He groaned, feeling the fire smolder into his throat and beg him to leave the kitchen table in as much of hurry possible. The hole in his chest begged to be sewn shut by the presence of his younger cousin.
His footsteps barely echoed down the long hall as he paused at the door that had been marked by Siren's name. As he quietly opened the door, he felt the fire die down only the slightest at seeing his cousin's sleeping form, wrapped tightly in his blanket. Aidan quickly shut the door behind him, slowly stalking up to the boy and standing next to him, his eyes pressed forward.
Siren's light blue hair was messy with the black streaks contrasting against the light color. His face was at rest, if you could call what this sleep was rest. Aidan's stomach gave a jolt as he slowly leaned toward Siren, placing his icy palm against the light warmth of Siren's sleeping face.
"What...what is the hole that seems to be a void in me? Only the longing for you makes it worse, and your presence makes it better... But you don't wish to be in my presence, cousin... You hate me, and I can't help but wonder why. Had I done something terrible to you? You don't know what you do to me," Aidan's voice was just louder than a whisper, the silence around him causing his voice to come out in husky shakes, "you send this light, this warm fire in me. The only thing I've felt in so long. It's like a drug. A drug that in this short time, you've already gotten me addicted to...you..." His hand reached up toward Siren's head. Carefully, he began to stroke the boy's head lovingly, longing for more of Siren's skin on his own.
"you send this light, this warm fire in me." Siren heard the words of the one who betrayed him, throughout the dark aybss. But soon he began to slowly become aware.
'Whats going on...?'
Panick began to well up inside him. 'No way he could be here...I'm dreaming...I'm dreaming...I-I don't...want to worry...right now...I just...want...sleep...'
"The only thing I've felt in so long. It's like a drug."
It was as if Siren was underwater, Hearing Aiden's unclear words, yet slowly coming to surface...slowly and reluctant escape the sanctuary of his aybss.
" A drug that in this short time, you've already gotten me..."
Siren swallowed fear. It was coming closer. 'there's no way it's real...It's another nightmare...'
"Addicted to...you"
Siren felt something cold stroking against his face. His eyes shot open as he immediatley made to grab what was touching him.
Wide frightened lavender eyes met peircing green, clashing horribly, emotions and color as. An awkward silence met them as Siren released Aidans hand quickly and stiffly and began to breath unsteady.
Aidan was struck by those wide frightened eyes. 'No, Siren, I dont' want you to act this way towards me..." He crept closer to Siren, practically on top of him. Siren shut his eys closed tight and began to murmer "you're not here, you're not here, they forced me way to many sleeping pills for this to be real, you're not here," Aidan listened intently.
"Oh but I am here Siren..." Aiden whispered just inches away from from Sirens ear "It's okay..." he meant to sound comforting. Siren shuddered. "...Tell me what's wrong..."
With a gasping intake of breath, Siren moved out from under him as quickly as he could, falling out of the bed with a thump on the wooden floor. A couple of blankets dragging behind him.
"YOU BASTERD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST SNUCK IN HERE...!! I--" Siren began, but in a flash Aiden had pinned him against the wall, hand over his mouth.
"Be quiet. You don't want to wake up the whole house do you?" He asked sternly, all whlile enjoying the soft feel of Siren's lips against his palm...
When the frightened look in Siren's eyes had left, replaced by dullness, Aidan removed his hand. Siren stared at the ground.
"You've come to finish me off havn't y-you?" Siren's voice sounded so broken so different than the firey hate just moments ago. "I knew they wouldn't let me l-live...Not after what I've done and seen..." Siren began to slowly slide down against the wall, he eventually came to a positon where he could hug his knees as he whispered "But...I don't want to give up" He began to shake, just barely.
Aidan's mind felt in a haze, staring at the boy beneath him. His palms were pressed intently against the wall, the top of his head leaning against it as well so that he could get a good view of his younger cousin. His heart lurched and the hole in him ripped a bit more at the edges. A clearly defined frown came across Aidan's face.
"Siren," Aidan's breath was caught in his throat, making his voice betray him and come out in husky murmurs that practically screamed what he was feeling out into the open, "you...don't have to...give up." One of Aidan's lightly gold arms reached down insecurely, wishing to provide more comfort to Siren than with just his words.
"You're going to kill me...just like you killed them," Siren's voice squeaked from beneath Aidan; his voice was shaky and raw from the blatant pain that had been staked into his being. "Come to finish the job..." Siren continued to mutter under his breath, his voice as still raspy. Chills ran up and down Aidan's spine, leaning evermore into the wall as he released his pressure from his other arm, allowing his head to be the only balance he had.
"Siren...I..." Aidan was at a loss for words. The paint encircling his heart seemed to chip and crack, leaking out all the sorrow he had done so much to keep locked up. "Please, please don't think of me...as a monster..." Aidan's voice was begging, straining with the hurt that was pent up within it. Siren's wary eyes snapped up to him, his body shaking only slightly as he stared up at Aidan.
Siren's eyes wandered the length of his cousin's lean body but shifted back down so that he was staring at his arms once more.
"B-But," Siren began unstably, looking up at his older cousin, "but y-you are!! You are a-a monster!" He screamed in a whisper, his lavender eyes full of the blazing spirit that he held just a moment ago. The words stung deep into Aidan's heart, creating a sort of whirlpool of darkness in his chest. An impulse surprised even him, as he dropped down next to the smaller boy, and clung to him in a possessive grasp.
"S-Siren..." Aidan's words came out gruffly, shedding the fire that he felt inside for his cousin into his words. He wanted so many more words to follow just that one faltering word, but his voice box failed him. He wanted so many more actions to follow those words, but he couldn't hardly move without his body betraying him further. He was only now aware of his cousin fighting against the protective hold he had on him.
The unwilling embrace around Siren made him want to sink and die and that very momment, feeling tainted by the hands that killed his mother and father.
"Don't touch me, please!!" He struggled all he could and shouted words he couldn't even here himself.
Aidan put a finger to Siren's lips, signaling to silence him, which he did in a heartbeat, scared to meet his death. Staring him directly in the eyes he whispered in an almost offended tone "No. I won't." Aidan's thumb brushed over Siren's lips. "Now tell me why your so scared, baby..." Sirens deep eyes glimmered from unshed tears, locked with Aiden's calm ones.
Siren released a breath he didn't realise he had been holding. He tried the best he could to calm himself. "I saw you kill them...I saw you kill them..." His words came out wavering. "I thought you were my friend..."
"I-I am your fr-friend..." Aidan's confused words murmured ever so softly in the dark room, resonating only the slightest as he looked in horror at Siren.
"K-Kill..." One of Aidan's ice cold hands reached up to place a hand on his own forehead. His mind searching frantically for the memory that his cousin was speaking of. He had not let go of Siren, his other arm still tightly wrapped about the boy.
"I d-didn't...n-no...I-I couldn't h-have..." Aidan's hand slowly traced over his own eye sockets, pushing in a bit when he reached what let him see. The aching that filled his heart was of a new kind, represented by the anxiety and dread of what could be true. The fingers of his mind pressed forward, clawing at the memories that held themselves within his subconscious. He knew it was all in vain, for in that state, he could remember nothing...but he had to try.
"There's no way..." His voice was a bit more stern, but it still wavered as he was unsure about his answer himself. The black in his chest welled inside of him, causing him to cringe at the pain that was suddenly inflicted upon his heart.
Siren began shaking a bit more furiously, his fingernails digging into Aidan's upper arms as he stared him down. Aidan was suddenly very aware of the closeness of their bodies, and the hate that was resonating from his cousin.
"They were against this family's company! I-I shouldn't have trusted you!!" Siren's angered words seethed out passed his lips, causing them to tremble in his almost silent fury. They stung deep down into Aidan's heart, the red beginning to mix with the black in his heart.
"Why didn't you just kill me too!?!" Siren's voice whispered harshly, the words almost just flowing from his lips. He continued to shake, tears coming forth from his eyes, shunning them out the corners and wrapping themselves like a smooth rain around his face. The hand Aidan currently held at his side, where it had fallen to after trying to gouge his own eyes out, slowly moved up in tremors, gripping the young boy's face and wiping away the tears that streaked his cheeks.
"I won't let you get away with it..." Siren finished in hateful sobs, trying desperately to push away the boy who was clinging to him. Aidan's other hand gripped a hold of Siren's flailing arm, immediately demobilizing it, and then slowly leaned in toward his cousin. He wrapped his arms around the younger boy's waist, wishing hopelessly that the void in him would remove itself and he would be whole again.
He gently nuzzled his face into the crook of Siren's neck, inhaling the scent that wafted from him. The hole in him did not grow, but it throbbed and stuttered, stalling into lifelessness. The pain began to sink into his heart and stomach, reaching up to his throat and causing him to release an involuntary cry himself.
"I-I...I couldn't...not the research...n-not me...I w-wouldn't..." He began to mutter frantically into Siren's neck, not finding the words and distress that labeled him so clearly. He felt tears sting the edges of his eyes, but he held them back but was unable to bite back another sob as it escaped between his lips, making them brush against Siren's skin ever so lightly.
Frozen in fear, Siren didn't dare to move. He closed his eyes slowly, his breathing growing more unsteady by the second. Again, Aidan moved against his neck and he couldn't help but to let out a small whimper as he flinched.
Aidan, realized the mannor of his breathing and the fraily within his voice. He was so afraid Siren might just suddenly...break in his arms. It was so different. So wrong compared to the
mischeif making kid he had known as Siren just a year ago. He didn't want to let go of those days.
He lifted his head to look Siren in the eyes again, but was met with the closed eye expression of a person trying to forget where they were.
"Siren, baby" He tried to sound sweet as he could "I don't recall ever doing such things...I'd never hurt you..." He gently brushed a peice of Sirens hair out of his face "Just tell me all you have to say..."
Sirens eyes shot open as he sensed how close his cousin was to his face. Met with the vision of looming dark eyes framed with black hair...He momentarily recalled that same black hair matted with blood, and those same monsterous eyes gleaming with the lust to kill.
The memories, all the mental strain, the drugs...he couldn't take it anymore. It was to much strain. All he wanted to do was pass out. And that's exactly what he did.
With the sudden loss of movement at the boy wrapped in Aidan's arms, he shot his eyes in the direction of Siren. The soft blue haired boy was limp in his arms, unmoving. His eyes widened as he shook him slightly, hoping that it was only a trick.
But at the unresponsive way that Siren was moving, Aidan quickly picked up the younger boy, who was surprising light compared to some other people he had carried, and shot out the door.
Aidan practically jumped down a flight of stairs that he hardly ever took anymore, and bounded past quite a few doorways before finding the one he was looking for. He did a quick kick to the door, making it fling open at the sudden impact.
A young man, probably around the age of 24, was sitting at a desk reading in the dim light. He wore thick rimmed black glasses and was quite handsome. At the noise he looked up, wide eyed when he saw who it was.
"Master Aidan, has something happened to Siren?" His voice was smooth and deep, holding only a light European accent. The man stepped away from his desk and pointed to where he was heading, showing a small white bed covered with sheets of the same tone. Aidan placed the fallen boy there carefully, looking at him with a worried glance. Siren's face was contorted up into a rather painful form, immediately shooting a sadness through Aidan.
"Please, if you will," the doctor said, pointing to a chair that was across the small office. Aidan nodded absentmindedly as he stalked off, still warily staring at the unconscious boy.
"Sure, Dr. Mitternacht," he murmured as he walked away. He sat down, but sat on the edge as he stared at Siren's sleeping form anxiously. His heart was already telling him that it was his fault that the boy had gone into this.
As Aidan watched, the doctor pulled out a stethoscope from his white medical jacket and began to search from a heartbeat on Siren. When he found one, he gave a visible sigh of relief but still did not turn around to speak to Aidan. Mitternacht found himself hooking Siren up to a machine that latched onto the blue haired boy's index finger, reading his vitals such as heart beat and breathing rate. His heart beat was shallow but there, and his breathing was the same.
Mitternacht turned around and beckoned Aidan to walk over to where he was standing. Aidan did so fairly gladly and quickly. The doctor ran a hand through his light blond hair, stealing glances back and forth between the black haired Master and Siren.
"Tell me what happened," ordered the doctor, closing his eyes briefly and then focusing his gaze on Aidan. Aidan's mouth became thin with a frown building up on his face.
"Well...I snuck into his room...and...woke him up, he seemed utterly terrified of me," Aidan whispered, leaving out the part where he had clung to the boy for dear life, practically begging him to love him. Mitternacht shook his head, his gentle blue eyes gleaming a bit in the darkness.
"I guess I should fill you in on this then. I was forwarded his medical files when he moved here, and it isn't very pretty. He seems to have developed a weak heart," the doctor alleged, giving a blank stare at the wall that was just above Siren's head. Aidan's eyes widened a bit, and he began to shake.
"I don't think it's anything too serious, but we'll have to put him on more medication that will hopefully balance this out," Mitternacht continued, showing a deep regret on his face.
"More medication?" Aidan immediately shot in response, his frown deepening and making small creases appear at the corners of his mouth. He knew that Siren was taking sleeping pills, and there was actually two questions behind this mere one. What other medication was he taking? And why the hell were you going to pump a weak hearted boy with more things to jack up his immune system?
"Ah yes. He also has chronic depression, so they had to place him on Lithium, as well as his normal sleeping aids. And because of his weak heart, he's been having Heart Murmurs, which are the abnormal sounds of the blood rushing through his heart...so I guess we'll put him on Amyl Nitrine, which he'll have to inhale once a day," Mitternacht muttered unhappily, stuffing the stethoscope back into the pocket he had pulled it from.
"He is not to take them all at once. He'll take Lithium in the morning, Amyl Nitrine around two in the afternoon, and then his normal sleep aids at nighttime," the doctor finished. Aidan stared at the young boy that lay resting beneath him.
"Doctor...you have the rest of his history too, right?" The green eyed boy spoke carefully, wanting nothing more than to run his fingers over Siren's sleeping face. But that would be rather suspicious in front of the doctor, and he didn't want Mitternacht to assume things.
"Yes..." the blond doctor spoke, warily staring out of the corner of his eye at the young Master. Aidan bit his bottom lip as the words that he wanted to speak were brought forth from his mind.
"Can you tell me what happened to his parents?" His words were deep and heavy, showing the anxiety that filled his being as he said the words to Mitternacht.