A/N- this is an AU fic. Matt's an elf. Yaoi. Probably Taito. Possible Daikeru. Not sure. Any suggestions please let me know.
Those Who Are Hunted: Part 1
By: RurouniGirl
Matt looked over his shoulder as he ran through the woods. 'Damn. They were gaining on him.'
He tried to run faster, jumping over logs and bushes as he went. 'He couldn't get caught. If he was caught, he was as good as dead.'
He shook his head. 'He didn't understand it. What had elves ever done to the humans? Why did they want to kill all the elves? It was still a mystery to him. All he knew was that he had to get away from this hunting party or he would be killed, just like his parents.'
He felt an overwhelming sadness start to rise in his chest at the remembrance of what had happened to his parents, but he forced himself to push it down. 'He couldn't die like his parents had. He had to take care of his brother. If he died then TK would have no one to look after him. And, although Matt didn't show it, he cared a lot about his younger brother. He didn't want anything to happen to him.'
He let out a strangled cry as he tripped over a root and fell to the ground. 'Damn. He did not need this.'
He jumped to his feet and started running again. He knew that they were getting closer to him each minute, but he wasn't about to give up. He cried out as an incredible pain shot through his shoulder. He stumbled slightly and leaned against a tree for support.
"Damn," he said through gritted teeth.
There, sticking out of his shoulder, was an arrow. His vision was swimming and he could hardly stand on his two feet. 'Damn. This isn't good,' he thought, as he collapsed toward the ground.
He was surprised when he felt someone catch him before he hit the ground. He opened his eyes, but his vision was to blurred to see anything. All he could make out was a blur of white and brown before he lost consciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Matt groaned. His eyes fluttered and then opened. 'Damn, my shoulder hurts.' He looked around, wondering where he was. He was in a small, one-room hut. The wall was full of cluttered shelves. Pots and jars of different liquids and leaves covered a small table next to the fireplace. A pile of bandages was sitting in front of the fire to keep them warm.
He looked around for the person that had rescued him, but the house was empty. He sighed and lay back. His exhaustion got the better of him, and he was soon fast asleep.
He woke up a few hours later as the smell of food wafted to his nostrils. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around.
"Good. You're awake."
Matt turned toward the speaker. His breath caught in his throat. A young boy about his age was sitting next to the fire stirring a pot of stew. He had spiky brown hair and the brownest sparkling eyes Matt had ever seen. He was beautiful.
The boy smiled. "How are you feeling?"
Matt tried to sit up and winced at the pain in his shoulder. "Never been better," he said, lying back down.
The boy stood up, shaking his head. "You shouldn't do that," he said. "The wound is still healing and you could reopen it with any sudden movement."
Matt took a deep breath, pushing the pain away. He looked up at the other boy. "I'm Matt," he said extending his hand.
The other boy smiled and took his offered hand. "I'm Tai," he said. "Welcome to my cramped yet humble home," he said with a laugh.
Matt laughed but found that a bad idea. Laughing jostled his shoulder, which in turn, sent a searing pain up his arm. He gasped.
"Are you all right?" Tai asked worriedly.
Matt nodded, pushing his pain aside. He had gotten used to that. He hid all his emotions inside. Not even his younger brother knew what he was feeling sometimes.
"I'm fine," he said, his face impassive and unemotional.
Tai smirked. "You know, it's true what they say. Your eyes are the windows to your soul. When I look into your eyes, I can see exactly what you're feeling."
He walked over to the table and picked up a small pot of salve. He knelt down beside Matt, unwinding the bandage around his shoulder, and rubbed some of the salve on the wound.
"This should numb the wound so it won't be so painful."
The salve smelled of herbs and felt cool against his skin. And Tai's touch was soft and gentle.
"Are you hungry?" Tai asked as he finished putting the salve on the wound and replaced the bandage.
Matt nodded and eagerly accepted the bowl of stew Tai offered to him. He tried to stifle his moan of pleasure as the wonderful taste of the stew filled his mouth. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything so good. Actually, it had been a long time since he had eaten anything at all. He hadn't had a real meal in weeks.
Once they had finished eating, Matt took a deep breath and finally asked the question he so desperately wanted the answer to.
"Why did you help me?"
Tai looked up, startled. "What?"
"Why did you help me? Rescue me? I'm an elf. Elves are hunted and killed by humans. So, why did you help me?"
Tai shrugged. "Elves have never done anything to harm me so why should I hunt them and kill them.
Besides, I'm a healer. It's my job to heal the injured and sick. Not to sit back and let them die. Especially when they didn't do anything to deserve death, or in your case, an injury."
Matt thought about for a minute, letting everything Tai had just said sink in. 'It was true. Elves had never done anything to hurt anyone. None of the elves had any idea why they were being hunted and killed. He was just glad to find a human who didn't want him dead. He actually had a...friend.' A smile slowly spread across his face.
"Thank you," he said.
Tai looked a little confused. "For what?"
Matt smiled. "For everything. For rescuing me. For healing me. For being my...friend."
Tai grinned and placed a hand on Matt's shoulder. "Anytime," he said. "Anytime."
Author's Notes: Okay, what do you think? Should I continue? Let me know. Review. RurouniGirl
Those Who Are Hunted: Part 1
By: RurouniGirl
Matt looked over his shoulder as he ran through the woods. 'Damn. They were gaining on him.'
He tried to run faster, jumping over logs and bushes as he went. 'He couldn't get caught. If he was caught, he was as good as dead.'
He shook his head. 'He didn't understand it. What had elves ever done to the humans? Why did they want to kill all the elves? It was still a mystery to him. All he knew was that he had to get away from this hunting party or he would be killed, just like his parents.'
He felt an overwhelming sadness start to rise in his chest at the remembrance of what had happened to his parents, but he forced himself to push it down. 'He couldn't die like his parents had. He had to take care of his brother. If he died then TK would have no one to look after him. And, although Matt didn't show it, he cared a lot about his younger brother. He didn't want anything to happen to him.'
He let out a strangled cry as he tripped over a root and fell to the ground. 'Damn. He did not need this.'
He jumped to his feet and started running again. He knew that they were getting closer to him each minute, but he wasn't about to give up. He cried out as an incredible pain shot through his shoulder. He stumbled slightly and leaned against a tree for support.
"Damn," he said through gritted teeth.
There, sticking out of his shoulder, was an arrow. His vision was swimming and he could hardly stand on his two feet. 'Damn. This isn't good,' he thought, as he collapsed toward the ground.
He was surprised when he felt someone catch him before he hit the ground. He opened his eyes, but his vision was to blurred to see anything. All he could make out was a blur of white and brown before he lost consciousness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Matt groaned. His eyes fluttered and then opened. 'Damn, my shoulder hurts.' He looked around, wondering where he was. He was in a small, one-room hut. The wall was full of cluttered shelves. Pots and jars of different liquids and leaves covered a small table next to the fireplace. A pile of bandages was sitting in front of the fire to keep them warm.
He looked around for the person that had rescued him, but the house was empty. He sighed and lay back. His exhaustion got the better of him, and he was soon fast asleep.
He woke up a few hours later as the smell of food wafted to his nostrils. He opened his eyes slowly and looked around.
"Good. You're awake."
Matt turned toward the speaker. His breath caught in his throat. A young boy about his age was sitting next to the fire stirring a pot of stew. He had spiky brown hair and the brownest sparkling eyes Matt had ever seen. He was beautiful.
The boy smiled. "How are you feeling?"
Matt tried to sit up and winced at the pain in his shoulder. "Never been better," he said, lying back down.
The boy stood up, shaking his head. "You shouldn't do that," he said. "The wound is still healing and you could reopen it with any sudden movement."
Matt took a deep breath, pushing the pain away. He looked up at the other boy. "I'm Matt," he said extending his hand.
The other boy smiled and took his offered hand. "I'm Tai," he said. "Welcome to my cramped yet humble home," he said with a laugh.
Matt laughed but found that a bad idea. Laughing jostled his shoulder, which in turn, sent a searing pain up his arm. He gasped.
"Are you all right?" Tai asked worriedly.
Matt nodded, pushing his pain aside. He had gotten used to that. He hid all his emotions inside. Not even his younger brother knew what he was feeling sometimes.
"I'm fine," he said, his face impassive and unemotional.
Tai smirked. "You know, it's true what they say. Your eyes are the windows to your soul. When I look into your eyes, I can see exactly what you're feeling."
He walked over to the table and picked up a small pot of salve. He knelt down beside Matt, unwinding the bandage around his shoulder, and rubbed some of the salve on the wound.
"This should numb the wound so it won't be so painful."
The salve smelled of herbs and felt cool against his skin. And Tai's touch was soft and gentle.
"Are you hungry?" Tai asked as he finished putting the salve on the wound and replaced the bandage.
Matt nodded and eagerly accepted the bowl of stew Tai offered to him. He tried to stifle his moan of pleasure as the wonderful taste of the stew filled his mouth. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything so good. Actually, it had been a long time since he had eaten anything at all. He hadn't had a real meal in weeks.
Once they had finished eating, Matt took a deep breath and finally asked the question he so desperately wanted the answer to.
"Why did you help me?"
Tai looked up, startled. "What?"
"Why did you help me? Rescue me? I'm an elf. Elves are hunted and killed by humans. So, why did you help me?"
Tai shrugged. "Elves have never done anything to harm me so why should I hunt them and kill them.
Besides, I'm a healer. It's my job to heal the injured and sick. Not to sit back and let them die. Especially when they didn't do anything to deserve death, or in your case, an injury."
Matt thought about for a minute, letting everything Tai had just said sink in. 'It was true. Elves had never done anything to hurt anyone. None of the elves had any idea why they were being hunted and killed. He was just glad to find a human who didn't want him dead. He actually had a...friend.' A smile slowly spread across his face.
"Thank you," he said.
Tai looked a little confused. "For what?"
Matt smiled. "For everything. For rescuing me. For healing me. For being my...friend."
Tai grinned and placed a hand on Matt's shoulder. "Anytime," he said. "Anytime."
Author's Notes: Okay, what do you think? Should I continue? Let me know. Review. RurouniGirl