The Wrong Kind of Right
Chapter I- "Because Father Said So"
By Amai
Disclaimer- Digimon and all its characters
are not copyright me, but copyright Toei Animation/Bandai (there probably are
others, but I can't remember offhand). I wish they were, but sadly, not all
wishes come true. The only thing that's copyright me is this fanfic, so no
stealing, kiddies.
Author's Notes- *bangs her head on the keyboard*
Okay…multi-part fic. I wanted to finish it all together, but I realized it
would take FOREVER, so here's one of the parts (hopefully half of it). This is
a contradicting romance. *grins* Let's see..in this we have…Takari, Taiora,
Daiyako versus Hiyako, Taito, Kensuke and Jyoukeru. I love this. Believe me,
I'm going with the latter here…so no straight couplings will form. I did that
on purpose, it's kind of poking fun at the human assumption of couplings by
gender..but then its kind of not doing that too. Argh, I don't know. The
relationships will really blossom later, in the next chapter, so don't worry.
(especially the Kensuke…there's barely any of it in here! But I guess enough..)
So please review! Tell me what you think, I'll be glad to know!
"Just right. Now it'll fly…at least, that is, I
think it will." The teenager observed as he finished renovating his kite that
he had been working on the entire day. He sat on his bench, looking with pride
at his creation. By default, he was good at such things, as people said he got
his artistic abilities from his late mother. The only thing that was keeping
him away from greatness was his simple way of being too brash, and rushing into
things. As he was told once, "Good things come to those who wait." But he was
impatient, why would one just sit down and wait for something they could obtain
themselves? Looking at his masterpiece of a kite, he got his answer.
Jumping off of his seat, he
quickly licked his finger putting it outside, where the wind could be felt.
"Hmm…average wind, good weather. Perfect!" Jumping up, he quickly maneuvered
his way through the room, avoiding the many un-finished paintings of his that
hung on the walls, and stood on the easels, waiting for the day they would be
finished. Never in his life had he finished a work of art, except for today.
His lucky day.
He flew out of the house at
maximum speed, ignoring the complaints from his sister, who was idly reading a
book on the patio. "Oi, Daisuke! No need to hurry, its morning! You nearly
flipped me over!"
"And I coulda done worse…" He
mumbled to himself, making his way through town to the field he planned to fly
his creation at. As he passed, the locals laughed, "Oh, it's Daisuke's fourth
attempt to fly it, isn't that so?" They would say with mirth, or "Why won't
this boy just give up? After this many tries one with reason would know to end
these foolish attempts!" Daisuke ignored them as well, not letting their airy
snobbishness get to him. He found it quite ironic that the locals were more
stuck up than the royalty! He should know…it was his job to work for the
latter. For his sister and he by default friends of the royal family, as his
mother and father had used to be. It was quite odd to have such a lenient
kingdom, but they were lucky they did. Many times had Daisuke been offered a
room in the castle, but had rejected it, much to his sisters dismay.
"I am not royalty." He would
say, "I don't need to live like I am." And what he said was the half-truth. In
actuality, he just liked to live free, on his own. He had grown that way ever
since his mother had left his sister and he alone to fend off for themselves.
It was simply something that was now a part of his life. Something he could not
let go of that easily. Of course, his sister, Jun, was infuriated by his
decision. "Daisuke! You fool, we could have all the protection we need of we
stay there!" She knew how her brother felt about life, but at times she worried
about how they seriously were going to survive. He did not make it any better
on her.
As Daisuke ran, he began
wondering how it actually would be if he stayed in the kingdom. What he
mostly did there was to do portraits of the royalty, at their request, which he
did without a second thought. They were the only things he could finish,
because despite how nice the kingdom was, they were still very impatient for
his works of art. So rather than doing it because he wanted to, it would come
out more forced. He had never been completely happy with any portraits that he
sent in there. But if they were happy, that was all that mattered…right?
He ceased his strides as he realized he was in the
field. Taking out a small notebook he began writing the approximates of the
temperature and wind next to his previous attempts. "Okay…two days ago it was
about sixty-nine degrees, with the wind being moderate…yesterday it was about
sixty-eight degrees, and the wind picked up a bit, and today its about.."
"Seventy. Or am I wrong,
friend?" Daisuke looked up to see the smiling Kamiya Hikari walking towards
him, dressed in normal common clothes. "I thought you had to watch over
Otohime-Mimi-sama today?"
"Well…I did, but she told me
something, and I'm just taking a breather. She let me anyway." Unbeknownst to
Daisuke, Hikari sighed, her attention averting from her friend of a second. "I
thought I'd see what you're doing. And as usual, you're chasing your own
impossible dreams, am I right?"
"Hey!" Daisuke fumed a bit, it
was one thing having the locals laugh at you, when it came from your friend, it
stung a bit. The girl waved her hand cheerfully smiling at her friend that she
had somewhat offended, "I'm just joking, Daisuke! You're dreams are what make
you who you are. And I know that one day you'll make one of them come true.
Until then, I'll just tag along your experiments teasing you." At that, she
stuck out her tongue, giggling like the little child she used to be. Daisuke
expression turned into one of relaxation. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I made this kite
about a month ago and it still won't fly…haven't tried it today, but I think I
might be in luck."
"Oh really? And what have you
been doing about those past due portraits that Okami-Yamato-sama has requested
of you?"
Daisuke smacked his head,
suddenly frowning. "Aye! I need to finish those don't I? I'm only human…I forget.
You said its past due? Then…you didn't cover-up for me, did you Hikari?"
"No…" The bright child suddenly
bit her lip, the wind cascading around her hair blowing it in all directions,
yet still keeping her unobtainable beauty shown. Daisuke had found himself
attracted to her the day he had met her, but at the same time knew she was out
of limits with one like he. Before, that hadn't stopped him, as he pursued her
to the highest of mountains and back, but now, he knew that he could only love
her like a sister, and nothing more. And for some reason, he didn't seem to
care as much about that as he thought he would.
"Then who did?"
"Ah..it was Takeru …he did it as
a favor to me, because…of something." She quickly ended it a that, not wanting
to talk anymore of that situation. Daisuke, whom had started tying a string to
his kite, frowned at the girl. "And what was this something?"
"None of your business Motomiya
Daisuke." She purposely spat out his full name, to catch him off guard; people
only called him fully went either being formal, respective, or in this case,
agitated. Of course, that never did stop the boy from gathering his wanted
information, as he pulled on the string, tying a knot around the base of the
kite. "Hey, I never did say it was any of my business..but was it any of your
business in Otohime-Mimi-sama's pantry that day without permission?" He gave
her a toothy grin, no one, if not of the royal family, were to go places
without permission. Daisuke, unfortunately, had learned that the hard way.
"You wouldn't!"
"Oh, dear friend of mine, I
would indeed!" At that, Hikari fumed, stomping her foot. Blackmail seemed to be
Daisuke's specialty, although by his innocent, childish demeanor, one could not
tell. She resented telling what she had kept secret to him because that would
mean that she would have to lie about her affections to one of her best
friends…she hated lying, but it was all she could do. "I have been betrothed to
him. He was only doing it as a favor, that is all." In a way, she was telling
the truth…the half-truth. Takeru knew for a fact where her affections lay, and
could not do anything about that, thus partly making up for that by covering up
for her friend. It was the least he could do.
"Betrothed? And you haven't told
me! Kari, I'm hurt." He used her nickname as a silent way to say he was joking
with her. "Yeah, well I'm happy if you're happy. Although I don't know if I
approve of Takeru…" Hikari rolled her eyes at the mahogany haired boy holding
his kite. He still hadn't gotten over the rivalry he and the young imperial
prince had held over the affection of the lovely Kamiya Hikari. It had taken a
battle, arranged by Yamato (whom of which was amused by the bickering of his
youthful brother and the young artist), and a long (humorous) talk with her
brother, Chief Commander of the Security Force Kamiya Taichi to help them gain
a truce. She remembered holding back her giggles, as the two walked out stiffly
nodding to themselves. As of recently, they had gotten friendlier with each other,
although still holding that stiff uncomfortable feeling around each other. It
was almost like they wanted to fight each other! To Hikari, boys were a
completely different species…as for Takeru and Daisuke: the feeling was mutual.
"Daisuke, remember, that's
Ouji-Takeru-sama to you!" She grinned, quoting something that Takeru had said
during one of their frequent fights.
"Yeah, yeah..whatever.
Okami-Yamato-sama has not said anything about me addressing him yet, so I won't
change anything."
"Oi, you can be as stubborn as
an ass, can't you?"
"A handsome ass!"
"Daisuke…" She laughed, enjoying
the idle conversation she was having with her friend, and ignoring the pang of
guilt that flowed through her as from the lie she had so-easily had thrown at
him. Glancing at the shadow Daisuke's kite had produced, she realized that it
was late. "Aye, I've got to get back to the castle! Daisuke, you kept me longer
than I should have been out!"
"S'not my fault you were attracted by such a lovely
being such as m'self.."
Laughing, Hikari shot off to the
castle. I thought artists where supposed to modest! Well, Daisuke isn't a
regular guy, so maybe that doesn't apply to him…
When Hikari left, Daisuke's soft
eyes suddenly hardened with determination. "Okay, finally…let's start." He
uttered a small prayer to whatever deity lived up in the heavens and began to
run, starting off at a mild job then gaining speed as he got farther in the
field. Please work…He let his kite off in the air mentally on his knees,
hoping and praying that it would take flight.
And for once that month, his
prayers were answered.
"It's…it's FLYING!" He screamed
out, gleefully crying out tears of pride at his creation. He wondered how long
it would stay up, and how the locals would react when they say his achievement.
That oughta knock 'em out of their seats…He grinned, leading the kite
towards his direction. Daisuke, the artist, and inventor! At age fifteen,
who would have thought? He imagined the local newspaper reporter jotting
that down in their small notebooks, and the attention he would get. People in
his town appreciated the small things in life, making something fly was not of
the normal act there, and therefore would be approved on his behalf.
Yes…Daisuke could see it now…the multi-talented prodigy...or maybe-
Snap! Daisuke's eyes widened in
horror as he heard that sound come from above his head. "No…" The kite had
snapped from the string, and was now making its way through the forest ahead.
Daisuke turned pale: That was where the Emperor of Demons lived. "How am I ever
going to get myself out of this…?" He gulped, but strode forward with newfound
determination.
He would get that damned kite if
it was the last thing he did. Hopefully he wouldn't be spotted by the
Emperor…he could only hope..
—
" Oh, Otohime-Mimi-sama, I am late,
please forgive my recklessness.." Hikari murmured, falling to her knees. The
older girl looked at her care-keeper and laughed, "Ah, Hikari, it really is fine!
I know how you must feel after being betrothed to my brother, of all people."
She laughed at her joke, "No, really. It is fine. Where were you, though?"
Hikari
stood up, graciously smiling down at the lush princess with the rose-tinted
hair, "Thank you, Otohime-Mimi-sama. I was having an idle conversation with
Daisuke, and I got a bit off track.."
"Oh, Daisuke, eh? Yamato has
been meaning to talk to him.."
"For what?"
"Oh, you don't know do you?"
Mimi gave a carefree laugh, waving her hand. "Well, it has come to our
attention that now there's a region rule that if one is not in the care of
parent or guardian they must be sent away to one of those homes…" She
gave a brief shudder, remembering things that she rather did not want to think
of. "Anyway, Yamato and I have decided that Daisuke and his sister don't
deserve that, and because his family is in high regards of our family, we have
gained the right to their custody." She grinned, "Meaning that despite his
moaning about 'being free', he is rightfully under our custody! It took long
enough." Mimi nodded, she rather liked Daisuke, just as much at both her
brothers, and much like Jun, she worried about the safety out in the town.
"Boy, Daisuke's not going to
like this.."
"Well, someone has to put their
foot down somewhere. Plus, we've basically become his family, he should
consider himself lucky!" Mimi noted. "Oh yes, this also brings something else
into factor.." She waved her finger, grinning. Hikari blinked at the princess,
"What's that?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure you know
Miyako?" Hikari nodded absently. Oh course, Mimi…she's the one that's making
it so hard for me to marry Takeru like I'm supposed to…She spent many hours
a day, just admiring the beauty of the scholar princess that she had yet to meet.
At times, she wished she was born of the male species, so at least she would
have a chance with the girl. This castle was very weird in its ways, as many of
the royalty got married to not just royalty themselves, but to one's of lower
superiority as well. It was Yamato who changed this, after he had become of age
and his father had passed away. He was then proclaimed as king, and the kingdom
had changed from that. If only she was not a girl…she could hold Miyako like
she knew she was destined to…
"Well, she's getting betrothed
as well!"
Hikari's eyes widened as her
dreams shattered. "W..what?"
"That's my point, since Daisuke
is under our care, like you and Taichi, he is of age of being betrothed as
well."
"I don't understand…who's be
being betrothed to..?" Hikari said flatly stating the truth. It..it couldn't
be…
"Silly girl." Mimi giggled,
"Miyako, of course!"
—
"I'm lost." Daisuke admitted it to himself, in dismay. He
was between the trees and darkness, completely lost. "All I want is my damn
kite! Is that too much to ask?!" He cursed upward, not really focusing it on
anyone.
As the wind blew through the
silent forest, Daisuke mumbled, "Apparently it is.."
He walked forward, avoiding the
many branches and twigs in his way, silently wishing he were somewhere else.
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a voice sounded, a deep growl from the heart of
the forest. "You dare to enter my domain with out consent?"
Daisuke's eyes widened, as he
began to back away, stiff with fear. Of all things…he had to fall into the
hands of The Emperor. But to his shock and dismay, two gloved hands latched
themselves on his next, with a force he could not compete with. "L..let me go!
I-I was just getting my kite! It flew her on accident!"
"And why should I believe you?
What will you do to compensate for crossing private territory?" The voice
hissed out from his back, flowing into his ears with a snake-like vengeance.
"I..I…anything! Just let me go!"
Daisuke cursed himself for saying such a cowardly thing. Somehow, he could feel
the mood changing around him, as if The Emperor were smiling an small evil
smirk..mocking him, almost. "Anything?"
Daisuke was beginning to regret
saying that.
"You are Motomiya Daisuke, am I
correct? Aspiring artist within his youth."
"I am…" Daisuke gasped out, he
was going to answer each question truthfully, something told him it was a bad
idea getting on the bad side of his being.
"Very good." His hands unlatched
from his throat. "I shall have you…create a work of art for myself, then. That
will be your only way to survive your insubordination. You shall walk into this
exact place, at the same time tomorrow. There we shall go to where I plan to
have you work."
Daisuke blinked. Was that all? This
is going to be easy…
"I wouldn't think that. It does
take quite a bit to impress me, young Daisuke. Your recklessness has dropped
your credibility down in my eyes." He suddenly chuckled, "If only you could see
my eyes…do not get arrogant, for your life is now mine."
It took only a second for
Daisuke to realize he was now alone. What have I gotten myself in now…?
He could have sworn he saw a flash of violet right
before he ran out of the forest.
—
"Uh, could you help me get a book while you're up
there, Jyou?" Takeru called out to the bespectacled man who stood on the
ladder, delicately putting each book in the library in its designated spot.
Kido Jyou was the librarian that worked within the castle, and being good
friends with Yamato, lived there as well. Although Takeru was the only one who
knew the blue haired man's true desire: the medical business, just like his
father was. He smiled at the golden haired prince as he spoke, "Sure thing,
Takeru. What book was that?"
Takeru felt his cheeks begin to burn a bit,
"Ahh…actually, let me come up there with you, I can't exactly remember its
name."
"Okay, come up then." Came Jyou's gentle voice, as
Takeru's cheeks burned even more. If only Hikari knew she wasn't the only
one regretting this arranged marriage…Ever since he was in the fruitful age
of a young one, Takeru's attention had always been on Jyou. He had no idea
where his attraction had come from, but it was there, and he could feel it. Who
said that love needed a reason? For Takeru, the thought of reasoning was past
and gone, it just felt right. What was wrong, was the force one to marry
another based on ones thoughts of how they would complement each other. That
was very much what Yamato was doing as King. I know he wants to rule
similarly to Father's rule, but this is just insane…Takeru had thought, Yes,
Hikari and I do have a lot in common, and we do complement each other very
will…it is just that my affections lay somewhere else, and so do hers.
He slowly climbed up the ladder stairs, watching
his step. "I don't know how you do this all the time, Jyou." This caused him to
laugh, "Oh, it's easy if you know the basics, Takeru. But don't worry, I'm
pretty sure that this won't drop you."
"You're sure?"
"Of course. You know I wouldn't do anything to
intentionally hurt you, Takeru!" Takeru smiled. Few people (excluding his
brother and sister) called him by his first name, and only his first name.
Hikari, Jyou, and Daisuke, though the latter only really used it in a
derogatory way. For Hikari, it was the simple act of friendship, seeing that they
had known each other since they were but very little children. There had been a
psuedo-attraction for a small bit, while he had fought with Daisuke, but now
that Takeru thought back on it, it was only because of his fear of losing one
of his best friends. It was only now, that he realized how foolish that was of
him. Sometimes he wished he and the mahogany haired youth had started on a good
note….but there were conflicting aspects in their personalities that made it
very challenging for the imperial prince to just stay in a room with the artist
without wanting to slit his through. Ah, the nostalgia of it.
Jyou…Jyou was different. The usage of his name had
not come as easily as it had to Hikari, or Takeru. Almost by default, Jyou had
always been formal when greeting the family, even with Yamato, who was one of
his best friends. Therefore, it took a long while for Takeru to persuade him to
just call him "Takeru", nothing more, nothing less. And when he did finally
call him that...Takeru's lips quirked thinking of how comforting his name
sounded when spoken from the blue haired man's mouth. Oh Jyou-chan…if only
you knew...He wouldn't tell him how he though, of course. Even in the
lenient kingdom that was his home, due do his Father's, and his Father's, and his
Father's, and so on, and so on, rulings of their country, such of the act of
loving someone of the same gender was frowned upon. Thus, Takeru's true heart
would never be known.
Perhaps, Takeru thought, It would be
better that way.
So engrossed was he in his thoughts, that he failed
to notice his balance start to falter, only realizing too late that he was
going to fall when Jyou called out, his voice suddenly frantic. "Takeru!"
Giving out a small yelp of panic, Takeru fell to the ground of the library,
rather roughly.
"Aye, that hurt.." He cursed, rubbing his back,
flinching at the pain that jumped from arm as he did that. In a second, however
Jyou was right beside him, "Ouji-Takeru-sama, I'm so sorry, I should have known
that it was a bad idea! This is my entire fault, are you okay? No, you just
fell from a ladder, of course you aren't okay, do you need anything, I ca-"
"Jyou!"
"Hai?"
"I'm fine, I just fell and- ow!" Takeru suddenly
hissed out as he tried to move his wrist. Giving a weak chuckle he looked up at
Jyou, "Hmm..I guess I'm a bit more hurt than I thought I was. But really, it
isn't that bad!"
"Isn't that bad? I think you must have sprained
something, Ouji-Takeru-sama!"
"Have I? And Jyou, just call me Takeru, I hate when
you're so formal with me.." Takeru suppressed a dejected sigh, as he looked
away from his object of affection. It hurt, knowing that Jyou thought of
himself being lower than Takeru by his usage of Takeru's imperial title. How
many times I have told you…just call me by my name..it's the closest to
affection I would ever be able to get from you…His thoughts were yet again
interrupted by Jyou's dark eyes staring intently into his clear blue ones.
"Takeru. I may not know much about being a doctor,
but I can bandage you up and give you some ice so it won't hurt as much
tomorrow. Is that fine with you? And are you sure you are okay? I'll be helping
you by your side all the way if you're hurt, you know that."
Takeru could feel his cheeks burn yet again, and hoped
that Jyou didn't notice it.
"I guess it does sting quite a bit…"
Hey, if being hurt got him more attention from the
one he loved, what would be wrong with bending the truth in the smallest way?
—
Daisuke
ran as fast as he could to his house. He was in for it…how could he have been
so stupid as to run right into The Emperor's Forest? Barely noticing where he
was going, he failed to realize himself entering the city's gates, and promptly
collided with the first person he saw.
"Pardon
me, but watch where you're going!" The person growled, gathering her fallen
books and glaring at him with an expression of disdain.
"I
could say the same for you…" Daisuke mumbled, rubbing his sore rear.
"What
did you say?!" The girl thundered, and only then did Daisuke actually see her.
A girl who seemed about his age, fifteen, with long mauve hair and large
glasses that reflected off the light of the afternoon sun in her reddish-brown
eyes. She was rather pretty, Daisuke noted, but that was easily overridden by
her rage in his eyes. Besides, he knew by just looking at her that she was definitely
not his type. He shrugged, looking nonchalant, "If you had ears you would have
heard me. Now please, I've to be getting home." He began running again, as she
seethed towards his direction. "If you knew who you were talking to, you would
think twice before scorning someone of my power!" But alas, he was gone.
"Commoner."
She growled, picking up the rest of her books. He did not have the knowledge of
who he was messing with indeed. Inoue Miyako, second heir to the throne of the
region next to the Odaibian Region, Kawako. She sighed. If only I wasn't
forced to marry…I don't even know the name of the guy. I wish I could have
talked Misao out of making me go here…Yamato's nice and all, it's just..having
my future decided by my sister and my cousin? This is outrageous!
Miyako
was a scholar, despite being a girl, and regretting being wed to some man she
didn't know. Mostly because she wasn't interested in men in the first place…the
kingdoms were so backward. Her brow furrowed in frustration, "Stupid rule of
having your mate chosen…stupid gender rules…how in all the hells are they
supposed to know who I will love? Are they oracles, or something?"
It's
amazing what the human mind of others will think it wants, when it turns out
its completely the other way around.
—
Yamato
sat idly on his throne, staring into the nothingness of the space around him. What
am I doing? He wondered, trying to cope with the reality of what he was
truly doing. It was his job to marry off his brother, and his sister, of which
so almost dutifully refused any male that he offered to her. And Miyako, who's
sister had asked him if there were any reasonable people in the castle for one
toe wed, even she seemed somehow upset. It was his job. Wasn't it? Then why did
everyone seem so unhappy? Why was he unhappy?
"It
is everyone's dream to be paired off with their best match and live happily
ever after…" He partly quoted from his deceased father, who had told him that
not long before he died. What more did they want? He thought it was perfectly
logical. Takeru had seemed to be very close to Hikari, thus, they would be
happy together. Daisuke was wild, and boisterous, but Miyako would be a good
match for him, with her seemingly levelheaded attitude and her way of taking
control of someone when they go out of hand.
It
seemed right. But why didn't it feel right?
Boys
and Girls. Girls and Boys. It was the way of nature that they would go
together, wasn't it? He was just protecting them from his mistake! His mistake
of loving the wrong person…
But
this person was wrong in such a right way. Kamiya Taichi. His name was still
lovely to hear. Too bad he never got to confess how he felt..how he wanted to
feel…his father said it was wrong, therefore it really was wrong. His father
made him feel ashamed for his attraction. He said that all normal people would
love a female. That's why it was a rule that persons of the same gender could
not be in love. Yamato had never removed that rule at his father's demise. It
was his way of living his honor…
…but
was this really honor?
Yamato
looked outside to see the object of his worthwhile affections out with her.
Yamato tried not to feel angry whenever he saw Takenouchi Sora with Taichi, but
it just was there…of course, he did not let it go out of hand. She's
stealing him away from me…He had wanted to cry that out, but no. For it
wasn't right. Father said it wasn't right.
And
so, it wasn't right.
Yamato
clenched his hands into a fist when he saw Sora laugh at something Taichi did
to amuse her.
So
why did the 'right' way seem so wrong?
—
It
was early morn, the next day, when Daisuke set off to dreaded Forest. He bit his
lip, containing all the courage he had within him and ran in into the dark
area. Somehow he would get out of this. He was Motomiya Daisuke, he got out of
every jam there was in the world. He wanted to finish quickly, therefore he
left early to do whatever bidding this Emperor wanted of him.
Standing
in the middle of the dark Forest, he called out, cursing inwardly as his voice
sounded scared, and lost. "I'm here."
"Then
enter." The voice of The Emperor sounded delicately through the vines of the Forest,
surrounding Daisuke. The mahogany haired boy frowned, "But I have no idea where
to go!" When no answer was given, he growled. "Are you afraid or something?!
You have the upper hand here, mister!"
"I
am not afraid!" His voice snarled out, this time, making Daisuke jump at
the intensity of rage that sounded through them. "Clear your mind, and perhaps
you will find your way here…if not….you're lost forever…"
"What?!"
Daisuke cried out, looking of an answer. But yet again, he got nothing.
Regaining his composure, he closed his eyes. Clear your mind…that's what he
said, so I guess I should try doing that…It was rather hard, as an artist's
mind is always full of imagination, and creation, rather than clear, and Daisuke
struggled to walk on. But he concentrated, walking forward. I'll make
it…I'll make it…He repeated it, over and over again within his mind.
He
flinched, as he suddenly grazed a thorn as he traveled, knowing that it would
lead a mark. Dammit. I'm losing it aren't I…Struggling, he still walked
on. I'm going to wake up in my own bed tomorrow if it's the last thing I
do…I swear…
"It
seems I under estimated you." Daisuke's eyelids flipped open in surprise as he
realized he had made it to his destination. He growled, not looking, or caring
where The Emperor was, "Well, maybe you should have a little more faith in the
average human being…"
"Oh
yes, but you are far from average. Tell me, Motomiya, what is average?"
"I…I
don't know..'tis normal, its how every one in our region is!" Daisuke said,
recklessly avoiding the question thrown at him with a dull answer. "Where are
you anyway?"
A
tap on the shoulder. "Boo." Daisuke jumped a bit, as he turned around. And
gasped at what he saw…
The
Emperor of Demons…a boy such as himself? Indeed. A youthful one, with indigo
hair to his neck, and piercing violet eyes. …The flash of violet…They
were quite, lovely violet eyes as well….Daisuke felt himself being pulled into
the orbs, a deadly lure..
He
shook his head, glaring at the boy. "I came here for a reason. Now tell me what
I have to do."
The
Emperor suddenly seized his hand, looking at it with intrigue. "You cut
yourself whilst in the Forest, am I correct?"
"And
so what if you are?"
He
grinned a toothy grin. "You must be mortal." Ignoring the look of confusion
that flashed through Daisuke's face, he simply changed the subject. "Put the
wound on the canvas." He motioned towards the easel that suddenly appeared next
to Daisuke. Daisuke hesitated, still looking confused.
"I
don't think you want to waste my time, Motomiya. Put it on the canvas."
Glaring,
Daisuke did as he was told. "Now what?"
The
Emperor grinned, knowing what he would say would be hard for Daisuke to
accomplish,
"Take
it off and begin. I want you to draw who you love. I will know if you make an
art of a lie…your life hangs on a string depending on this. I give you five
days to finish this."
Daisuke
stared in horror, realization what was asked of him. It would have been so easy
for him to do…if only he knew exactly whom he did love…
…Now
what was he going to do?