Summary : After his home was invaded, after being pushed into a weird tower, and after escaping said tower, he finally saw his baby brother again... but why does he look older? And why were there so many black butterflies surround him? Male Oc as Judar's older brother. Omcxkouha Omcxall(yes including judar),
This is rated M, but it may just change to T.
Warning : Incest, Slash, mxm, Yaoi, Time skip, Male harem for male (?) what else can I put in here hmmm...
I do not own anything of Magi
Enjoy~
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The village although small and poor, had villagers that live in happiness.
Rua is a boy native to this village of far east, already satisfied with what little he have.
What more could he ask for if he is already happy with what he have; a mother, a father, a family.
People call him naive for wishing so minutely, but little Rua knew better than to be too greedy. Mother always tells him to be grateful of whatever little he had afterall.
Rua comes from a rather poor family himself. Though his family does not have wealth or anything of value, Rua always feel as though he is the most fortunate person on Earth.
Being poor had its own quirks. The hardships he has to go through everyday paid off by giving him trade skills, knowledge and experience. Through him working with his parents in the small provision shop they own, he had acquired many skills and he knew of the importance to working hard when trying to achieve a goal-he wanted his family to be always happy.
Whenever dear father comes home telling him about the world outside, Rua was all ears. Magic, Swords, Flying carpets, a garden full of greenery, Royalty! If possible, he wants to see them with his own two eyes.
Whenever dear mother teaches him the beauty of language, arts and craftings, Rua will always be eager to learn more. His mother is a Jack of all trades, especially known for her artistic talents in the village-she is the most talented in the village as agreed by most of the villagers.
In the village, Rua is a very popular boy, especially with the children of his age, the elderly and the adults-basically everyone. Through his kindness and compassion, Rua has won the hearts of many. Rua's belief in making everything possible was spreaded throughout the village, turning the once hope driven village to be hopeful again.
Rua had thought he could not be any happier but he was proven wrong when his mother told him she was pregnant! In a few months, he would be a big brother! Unable to contain his excitement from hearing the news, Rua ran around the village, loudly annoucing the arrival of his new family member, much to the amusement of his parents and villagers alike.
Due to his announcement to the whole village, the family of three (now four if you include the baby) received congratulatory gifts from all over the village.
Hands full with melons and grapes he had received from the villagers, Rua who was filled with too much of energy to be contained, ran towards the shop his family owned and started to work actively; mending clothes, brewing tea, crafting jewelleries, Rua never had so much extra energy to spend!
When night falls, Rua would lie in bed right next to his beloved mother and tell the great tales his father always told him to his soon to be boon little brother.
However, due to his mother being busy with taking care of the baby in her stomach, she was not to have any strenuous activities and Rua who had learnt under her was to take up her job in piecing cloths together to form clothes
This allowed Rua to learn that some women in the village are really picky about what they wear, and that piecing cloths together isn't that easy of a job.
With the new found busyness, Rua found the next few month flying pass. And finally, the birth of his little brother drew near.
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All he could hear was grunts and screams of agony coming from the room infront of him.
Clutching the folds along his long robe, little Rua bit his lips in frustration as he sat there helpless to what it seemed to him as his mother's suffering.
He didn't know giving birth was so scary!
Tears were collecting themselves on the lashes of Rua's eyes and they were about to fall when the screams came to an end.
Getting up from his position as fast as he could, Rua hesitantly peered through the covers that separated the two rooms and slumped in relief when he sees his mother carry a bundle of cloth.
When his mother beckoned him closer, Rua did not even wait to go closer to her, excited in the prospect of meeting his new brother.
When he did get closer, he found himself staring at a sleeping form of a small, small baby with a mop of unruly black hair.
When the baby's eyes opened, as if to greet his older brother, Rua found himself lost in the redness of the two orbs that seemed to look back at him with the same curiosity... until the baby's pouty lips gave a small yawn and he fell back asleep.
Rua giggled at his antics and gave a huge smile to his parents before continuing his mission to stare at his baby brother.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the golden butterflies gathering around his baby brother.
Yes, this is a joyous occasion, Rua decides.
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The first time he started to notice the golden butterflies was when he was just one year old, stretching his hand out to what seemed like normal butterflies, just that they were glowing.
When he asked his parents about it, he found out that he was the only one who could see them.
When he was four and started exploring around the village with his family, he noticed how the butterflies surrounded the villagers.
As he grew older, he noticed a pattern in the number of butterflies each person was surrounded with. The happier they were, the more butterflies there were.
Though, he also noticed that another kind of glowing butterfly existed-the black ones.
It was when he was helping out in the shop when there was a case of invasion from an enemy force. Although small, the invasion left many dead and much injured.
That was when he noticed the golden butterflies turning black. Though young Rua did not really get why the golden butterflies turned black, he concluded that the once happy butterflies absorbed the negative energy the villagers gave off and turned black.
With that slight misunderstanding, Rua tried his best to help the depressed villagers get back their golden butterflies. After a few years of cheering people up, he succeeded and that was how he got the village back from its depraved state.
So when he saw the golden butterflies fluttering about his newborn brother, he could not help but be glad that his brother was well liked by the positive butterflies.
Maybe he spoke too soon.
As the warning bells went off his head, he heard screams from outside the house.
Fear gripped onto his body as he tensed. From what he could collect from the shouts, the village was being invaded once again, and it wasn't a small scale attack.
He was quickly alerted when the doors to his home was kicked open and people wearing veils barged into his home without an invitation.
Bringing his brother into his arms, Rua was quickly pushed outside the village like the rest of the villages to the village center, where the village's landmark, the holy fountain laid.
He was forced into a kneeling position, brother still in his arms, as his mother limped towards where he was, still exhausted from giving birth. His father...where was his father? Panic filled him as he swept his head around to search for the unique purple mop of hair his father possess.
However, his attention was quickly diverted back when the bundle in his arms started to sob, crying out in tears, as if noticing the disaster he was in.
"Shhh...little one it's okay, everything's alright..." Rua tried to calm the baby down but he himself didn't find what he just said convincing at all.
Instead of quieting down like Rua wanted him too, the newborn baby just carried on crying, adding volume into his voice as he caught the attention of their capturers.
As sounds of footsteps got closer and closer, Rua could only pray to whatever god to let them be safe.
However, that wish was short-lived as the bundle of cloth was roughly snatched away from his arms.
Rua turned on his most heated glare towards the kidnapper as he struggled to get his precious sibling back. However, the struggle was to no avail as the capturer was clearer stronger than him. Not in the form of physical strength, but in the form of magic.
Rua couldn't believe his eyes when the kidnapper used magic on him. It was his first time seeing it and maybe it was the last if he didn't avoid the red ball of fire headed his way.
Although he tried, Rua who have never practiced any kind of physical training before, couldn't dodge the huge ball of red.
Rua shut his eyes tight, and then...nothing.
He felt a warm feeling engulf his whole body as he peeked open his eyes hesitantly.
There was some sort of barrier surrounding him!
The magician infront of him stopped with his attacks towards Rua as he turned around and fired at the rest of the villagers, his baby brother in tha-that villain's arms!
Rua could only stare in shock.
His village. The village he grew up in, was being destroyed. The villagers, his friends, his mother! All...All are being destroyed, annihilated infront of his eyes and what could he do? Sit inside this weird barrier that kept only himself in protection.
How about the rest of the village? Why was he the only one getting protected?
The last thing he remembered was screaming out in pain when his mother was slashed down beside him as white filled his eyes, then it faded black.
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"What shall we do of the boy my lady?" A voice questioned.
A woman, dressed in elegant chinese clothing, caressed the sleeping baby in her arms and answered.
"A well trained magician would be useful to our purposes. Not to mention the brother of a magi...Throw him into a dungeon to see if he's capable... Having a leash to the Magi would be a chance too good to be thrown away. However...if he does not survive the dungeon, then so be it. There's no use for another mere magician who isn't special when we have ample of them...You will train him as you fit."
Ithnan smirked, picking up the body of a unharmed 10 years old boy.
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Even though I promised myself not to do this...
Spoilers**
I've just read the latest chapter and I just had to write this fic for the sake of Judar. TAT
I hope to not spoiler to those who don't know but yeah...cry*
Spoilers end**
Anyway, this fic would be updated slowly since I'm still busy with the other fics. (Now why did I write this again..ohyeah...cry...)
The Oc won't be immediately thrown into a dungeon, since Baal's tower has still not been risen yet.
Hope you enjoyed it.