Chapter One
It hadn't been too long since Ling Tong lost his beloved father, Ling Cao. There was a home invasion, the young boy of fifteen wasn't fast enough to reach him in time.
He watched with wide eyes. Angry eyes locked with those of boasting brown eyes. A lock of brown spiked hair. A feather in the locks.
But none of that mattered as he watched the white coated nurses take his bleeding father away. Tears in his eyes, his body shaking, throat raw from screaming, his heart pounding with pure rage, he clenched his nunchaku, vowing vengeance.
What could Ling Tong do? He was just a boy. Swear it all you like, you'd be as rotten as he.
The sun was fading upon the city. Fall was closing in. It was getting colder. He hated it. He shivered, walking down the lonely street, when a stranger approached him. Angered, Ling Tong spun around only to hear a whispered voice say,"Here. Put this on. No one should walk around without it in this cold.", placing a jacket around his shoulders.
He was apprehensive about it, but none the less put the coat on.
It was warm. Ling Tong was confused. Standing before him was a handsome man with large brown eyes and a long, wild spiked blond lion's mane. His body was covered in tattoos, each muscle of his bringing the ink to life, complimented by red cargo pants and bells around his waist.
He was shocked by the selfless act, staring at the now topless man, the newly forming raindrops pounding on his skin. "But aren't you cold?" he asked, when a few dead leaves scratched him. The blond laughed,"Of course not! I've fared worse than this, kid!"
"Th-thank you.." Ling Tong stammered...blushing slightly. The blond smiled and said,"It's nothing. I'm Gan Ning by the way, nice to meet ya!" Ling Tong stopped. That name...it sounded so familiar. "Ling Tong." the brunette replied.
Gan Ning stopped.
With confusion, Ling Tong looked at the suddenly terrified blond. "Ling...Tong.." he said to himself. "I..I gotta go!" he yelled, running away. "Wait!" Ling Tong yelled, watching as the blond fled the scene, his bells ringing into the night.
He didn't know why the man acted like that. All he knew was that he wanted to see him again.
"Gan Ning..." he said to himself, holding the jacket close.
It started to rain harder. The brunette searched his mind, searched his memories for a man of that name.
Memories flooded his mind, but they were so fast, he couldn't read them.
Bells.
Kisses.
Flesh.
They flashed so quickly, he couldn't tell, he couldn't read the haunting messages. The sound of bells ringing took him away from his thoughts. Surely it wasn't Christmas. The Salvation Army workers couldn't have been ringing their bells outside the stores this early. It was only September!
Curiously, he reached into his pocket. He heard the jingling again, and was surprised to see a pair of bells in his hand.
Now it was too good to be true. That man had come to him with a purpose. It was fate, it was destiny.
He remembered all too well now.
"Gan Ning...Gan Ning of the Bells.." he said, kissing the bells lovingly.
Like a full circle, even after reincarnation, even after thousands of years, Ling Tong had finally found his Gan Ning.
And like the past before, Gan Ning had killed his father.
On the other side of the city, Gan Ning growled and added more fuel to his fire around him. His roommates tried to cheer him up, but he wanted nothing to do with them. All he could do was stare at the fire. "Ling Tong...Ling Tong...it had to be you.." he said.
"One act of kindness to a complete stranger out in the cold, and that fucker just had to be you!" he yelled.
His roommates looked at him in confusion, but Gan Ning still talked to himself. He knew fate was a whore, and would eventually bring him back to his Ling Tong, but not like this. He wanted something different. Yet history repeated itself. Gan Ning was desperate for food. A poor squatter living on the streets, he found a nice well-lit house and killed the owner.
Who also happened to be the father of Ling Tong.
It wasn't fair. Gan Ning wanted to start over. He thought reincarnation would bring a new beginning. Instead, it only threw him down the same path.
He only hoped Ling Tong could forgive, and love him again.
This is just a quick test, see if it's working. If anyone spots any errors, let me know, I can't see the damn screen, heh.