'Cause I've Seen Blue Skies By: Shikala Uzuki
Author's note: yes, this is another Citan story! please hold your questions until at least the end of the first chapter, thank you!
*** Chapter One: Cards for Sorrow, Cards for Pain, 'Cause I've Seen Blue Skies.
Link found himself on an empty battle field. He sighed with relief and shouted with triumph. Just as he was in the process of relaxing, he found himself face-first in the ground with pain taking over the back of his head while a familiar voice shouted from behind.
"Hi-YA! Take THAT, Link!" He faced his opponent just in time to receive a blow to the stomach, sending him flying off the board.
~GAME SET!~
The crowd cheered as Kirby did an adorable victory dance a head of where Link stood, respectfully clapping.
"God DAMMIT, Margie! You beat me at this fucking game every single time!"
"Do not feel badly, Bart, I, also, have had the rather un-exclusive privilege of being smashed to a pulp by this /talented/ young lady. And I was Yoshi."
"Goodness, almighty, Citan, I can't /imagine/ how little POWERFUL Kirby could have defeated suck-ass Yoshi!"
"Bart, there is no need to be so sour, as it is a mere game..."
"Shut up. Maybe if we double-teamed her we might stand a chance..."
"I refuse to play on the team of such a failure as yourself, Young Master." The doctor said with mock-snottiness.
"Oh," began Bart, standing up from the green couch in front of the TV, "I can't imagine how I could have even /suggested/ that I allow myself to be brought down by a loser like /you/, Citan!" Bart meant well, as his tone was as fake as the good doctor's.
"Aw, I could kick BOTH your asses and you know it!" Margie giggled, standing up on the couch, still having to look up.
"Oh, really..." Bart laughed as he forced her into a playful headlock.
"Ohyo, everyone!" Fei entered the game room looking bright and cheery.
Bart snickered, "/Someone/ is in a good mood, today."
"Why, Bart, how positively /observant/ of you!" Citan chimed in.
"Shut the hell up! All a' ya... Jesus..." Sigurd swaggered in, holding two bottles in one hand, one clear with golden liquid splashing around in it, the other a solid white and smaller. This was a man with a hang-over.
"How much of that did you /consume/ last night?" Citan strolled over to his companion and helped him lie down on the green couch.
"Mos' o' it was this mornin'. Had a..." He stopped. "Nightmare..."
"What .../kind/ of nightmare...?" Citan raised an eyebrow. "Sigurd, you have not had nightmares since..."
"...Since that night, Hy-san. I don' know why, but they're back with a vengeance, and out to reclaim my mind!" He stuck out his fist dramatically and let it fall against his forehead.
"Oh, Sigu-chan, I had prayed you were cured..."
"Wait, Sig? What the hell were these ...nightmares... about to have you drinking at ungodly hours in the morning?" Bart leapt up and stood attentively at his brother's side, his visible eye shining.
"I... I didn't want to burden you with them, as I thought I was cured..."
~~~*
A bright blue sky with picturesque fluffy clouds lazily rolling past lies overhead. Sigurd looks down to see Bart chasing Fei around with the latter laughing his head off at something unknown to him. Elly kneels in moss, studying a startlingly bold blue flower closely. Citan stands pronounced and dignified, looking up at the same sky. He then looks down, to stare directly at Sig, with love, wisdom, reassurance, and a godly sense of knowledge in his eyes.
Swiftly, Sigurd looks to Bart and Fei, who are being blasted by some force. They grab hold of each other, while the unknown beam rips through them, one and the other. A quick glance at Elly finds her dead and bloodied from multiple bullet wounds.
Sigurd quickly turns to run to Citan, to find him engulfed in a white light. He is lifted, and granted angelic white feathered wings. Sigurd feels some sacred hope rise within him for a moment, then is mentally slammed into a brick wall as two streams of blood are ripped out of hid beloved Hy-san. He has been slashed twice by some unseen demon blade. Now he is left alone beside the bloody corpses of two friends, his lover, and his brother.
He finds despair is quickly upon him. He has a few seconds to dwell on it before his heart is punctured by a bullet meant just for him...
His very own, personal, special ball of lead, meant just for lucky ol' him.
~~~*
Margie stared in silence as a tear rolled down her young cheek. Citan leaned foreword on the back of the couch, looking as if he, too, were about to cry.
"Sig... I.. oh my god." Fei looked about ready to faint.
Bart suddenly ran for the closest pair of arms to hold him while he sobbed gently for a while, and found Fei's, willing and accepting.
"Sigu-sama," Citan embraced and kissed Sigurd softly, wanting to take his pain away again. He had done so before, and prayed the old Hyuga Magic was still within him.
Author's note: yes, this is another Citan story! please hold your questions until at least the end of the first chapter, thank you!
*** Chapter One: Cards for Sorrow, Cards for Pain, 'Cause I've Seen Blue Skies.
Link found himself on an empty battle field. He sighed with relief and shouted with triumph. Just as he was in the process of relaxing, he found himself face-first in the ground with pain taking over the back of his head while a familiar voice shouted from behind.
"Hi-YA! Take THAT, Link!" He faced his opponent just in time to receive a blow to the stomach, sending him flying off the board.
~GAME SET!~
The crowd cheered as Kirby did an adorable victory dance a head of where Link stood, respectfully clapping.
"God DAMMIT, Margie! You beat me at this fucking game every single time!"
"Do not feel badly, Bart, I, also, have had the rather un-exclusive privilege of being smashed to a pulp by this /talented/ young lady. And I was Yoshi."
"Goodness, almighty, Citan, I can't /imagine/ how little POWERFUL Kirby could have defeated suck-ass Yoshi!"
"Bart, there is no need to be so sour, as it is a mere game..."
"Shut up. Maybe if we double-teamed her we might stand a chance..."
"I refuse to play on the team of such a failure as yourself, Young Master." The doctor said with mock-snottiness.
"Oh," began Bart, standing up from the green couch in front of the TV, "I can't imagine how I could have even /suggested/ that I allow myself to be brought down by a loser like /you/, Citan!" Bart meant well, as his tone was as fake as the good doctor's.
"Aw, I could kick BOTH your asses and you know it!" Margie giggled, standing up on the couch, still having to look up.
"Oh, really..." Bart laughed as he forced her into a playful headlock.
"Ohyo, everyone!" Fei entered the game room looking bright and cheery.
Bart snickered, "/Someone/ is in a good mood, today."
"Why, Bart, how positively /observant/ of you!" Citan chimed in.
"Shut the hell up! All a' ya... Jesus..." Sigurd swaggered in, holding two bottles in one hand, one clear with golden liquid splashing around in it, the other a solid white and smaller. This was a man with a hang-over.
"How much of that did you /consume/ last night?" Citan strolled over to his companion and helped him lie down on the green couch.
"Mos' o' it was this mornin'. Had a..." He stopped. "Nightmare..."
"What .../kind/ of nightmare...?" Citan raised an eyebrow. "Sigurd, you have not had nightmares since..."
"...Since that night, Hy-san. I don' know why, but they're back with a vengeance, and out to reclaim my mind!" He stuck out his fist dramatically and let it fall against his forehead.
"Oh, Sigu-chan, I had prayed you were cured..."
"Wait, Sig? What the hell were these ...nightmares... about to have you drinking at ungodly hours in the morning?" Bart leapt up and stood attentively at his brother's side, his visible eye shining.
"I... I didn't want to burden you with them, as I thought I was cured..."
~~~*
A bright blue sky with picturesque fluffy clouds lazily rolling past lies overhead. Sigurd looks down to see Bart chasing Fei around with the latter laughing his head off at something unknown to him. Elly kneels in moss, studying a startlingly bold blue flower closely. Citan stands pronounced and dignified, looking up at the same sky. He then looks down, to stare directly at Sig, with love, wisdom, reassurance, and a godly sense of knowledge in his eyes.
Swiftly, Sigurd looks to Bart and Fei, who are being blasted by some force. They grab hold of each other, while the unknown beam rips through them, one and the other. A quick glance at Elly finds her dead and bloodied from multiple bullet wounds.
Sigurd quickly turns to run to Citan, to find him engulfed in a white light. He is lifted, and granted angelic white feathered wings. Sigurd feels some sacred hope rise within him for a moment, then is mentally slammed into a brick wall as two streams of blood are ripped out of hid beloved Hy-san. He has been slashed twice by some unseen demon blade. Now he is left alone beside the bloody corpses of two friends, his lover, and his brother.
He finds despair is quickly upon him. He has a few seconds to dwell on it before his heart is punctured by a bullet meant just for him...
His very own, personal, special ball of lead, meant just for lucky ol' him.
~~~*
Margie stared in silence as a tear rolled down her young cheek. Citan leaned foreword on the back of the couch, looking as if he, too, were about to cry.
"Sig... I.. oh my god." Fei looked about ready to faint.
Bart suddenly ran for the closest pair of arms to hold him while he sobbed gently for a while, and found Fei's, willing and accepting.
"Sigu-sama," Citan embraced and kissed Sigurd softly, wanting to take his pain away again. He had done so before, and prayed the old Hyuga Magic was still within him.