Hi~~!
I do realise that I haven't written in a long time, and for that I'm very sorry.
But anyway, I have the time to write now, so you could probably expect a few chapters coming up soon.
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters in this story belong to me. The plot does, however belong to me. The song Witch Hunt (Megurine Luka, Vocaloid), from which this story came from belongs to the legendary Monty.
WARNNGS: Yaoi! That means boy X boy. Don't like, don't read. Oh, and a (sorta?) OOC Genesis and Sephiroth.
Moving on... onto the story!
The sun had just begun to set, casting great streaks of red across the dusty pink-gold canvas of the sky. The world was abuzz as it prepared - mostly - for the night-time. Suddenly, there was the thudding of many feet pounding the dirt underfoot.
"It's the Mister! It's the Mister!" the boy at the head of the crowd yelled. "It's the Mister who tells great stories! He's back!"
More doors were opened as the children of the town ran out onto the main street. The Mister as he was reverently called by the children was a mysterious storyteller who travelled far and wide to tell his tales. He often stopped at this town, claiming that the children were best behaved here. He had a beautiful voice, and could captivate even the most unruly of audiences within the space of a few seconds.
"Mister! Mister!" the children all surrounded the cloaked figure. They began to babble in their excitement.
"Hey hey hey," the Mister chuckled. "I can't tell my story if you're all talking, now can I?"
"No Mister. Sorry Mister," the children chorused, before bursting out laughing. It was always the same, every time he came.
The Mister smiled beneath the cowl of his cloak. No one really knew who he was bcause of it. He always seemed like such a strange, mysterious person because of it.
"Right," he clapped and rubbed his hands together. "What story shall I tell you lot this today?"
"A love story!" the girls cried.
"Ew, no! A war story! With heaps of blood and killing!" the boys yelled.
"Hmmm... what about a love story this time, and a war story the next time I come?"
"Promise you'll remember?" the boys said.
"Of course," the cloaked man leaned back. "Oh, but let me warn you first. This is a sad love story."
Immediately, he began to pull his audience into an almost sleep-like trace with his clever word-weaving.
He looked out of his dirty little cell. The townspeople had begun to make the stake. He closed his sapphire eyes and slid down the slimy stone wall as if his legs could no longer support him. He had seen so many others burn before. He could still hear their final anguished screams. He could still smell the stench of burning flesh and hair. The experience was seared deep into his memory. Sighing, he hid his face in his hands. When had everything turn so bad? Ah yes, that's right. It all had started on that fateful day.
"Ah! Come back here!" a man shouted as he chased a pigeon. The bird had escaped his grasp, and was currently fleeing with astounding skill from the him. The auburn haired guy's wild antics became more frenzied as the bird's form became hidden by the many buildings in the town. Forcing his legs to move, he began to run faster after the bird.
The outskirts of the town was often deserted during the day time. Today was no different, save for a single figure strolling leisurely down the empty streets. The man was really tall, standing at almost two meters at a glance. He had beautiful, well kept silver hair. His eyes were like shimmering emeralds in the pale alabaster of his skin. What surprised the young man the most was not his oddly coloured hair, but rather his fine clothes. The man wore ornate clothes made of the finest materials. Mentally, the guy swore. How was he going to get his bird back without being hauled off to the jailhouse?
"Is this your bird?" the man queried. His voice was silky smooth. Calm and quiet, yet comanding at the same time.
"Uh, yeah," the guy said awkwardly. What was he meant to do next? Introduce himself? His features scrunched up as he tried to figure it out. He heard a light tinkering laugh. The ever-stoic prince was laughing? Wait, prince? Where did that come from? The auburn haired guy's jaw dropped. The guy had seemed so serious before! The man opened his eyes and seemed to finally notice finally notice the other person.
"Ah, I'm sorry. Your face was so amusing..." his voice trailed off. "Anyway, here's your bird back. She's beautiful. You must take really good care of her."
"Thanks."
They were both silent for a moment, neither one really quite sure what to do next.
"My name is, uh, Genesis. Genesis Rhapsodos at your service, sir." Did he say it right? Was that how you were meant to say it?
The other man nodded. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Genesis. My name is Sephiroth Cresent. You do not need to be so formal here. I... Don't exactly want anyone to notice me."
Ah, so he was the prince.
Sephiroth extended his hand and gave Genesis a gentle smile.
"Nah, pleasure's mine," Genesis shook the proffered hand. Maybe royalty wasn't as bad as everyone made them out to be afterall.
"Now children, it's getting late and you should all be going back home now," the magic was broken, and everyone returned to reality. The Mister made shooing movements at the children with his hands, trying getting them to scramble back home. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"Promise you'll be here tomorrow?" a little girl asked. Shyly, she extended her pinky finger. Mister smiled and interlocked his pinky with the girl's.
"Yeah, I promise."
The children cheered at the promise of another wonderous night of storytelling, befoe shuffling sleepily back home. Mister sat himself down on a rock as he watched the children trudge back to the town. His eyes bacame distant as the moon climbed higher above the world. Perhaps he was dreaming up of the next part of his story. Perhaps he was reminiscing about the long-gone past. Whichever one it was, only the powers above knew.
Hmm, now that I think about it, I'm not sure I would tell that sort of to kids...
What do you think he's thinking about?
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I swear I will post the next chapter soon! Until then, please be patient with me.
Thank you for reading!
-Xescay-