I got my inspiration as I was studying one of my readings in Anthropology. The topic was the Polynesian concept on 'Mana'. Hehehe. I'd leave it at that. Ah, the magic trick performed by Phoenix Thunderallowed me to actually write the bunny down, xD
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[Neither will appear in the first chap though. Heheh]
YinYang Pair (Fem!Gon x Killua)
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PROLOGUE
PADIOKA CITY
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The sound of large wings echoed the across the clouds and pushed away nearby clouds, hundreds of kilometers above sea level. Along with the sound of the wings' hitting the adjacent area with such force—the distinct sound of a flowing cape resonated with it.
"We're here." a voice uttered, and it was followed by a loud roar as if answering him. It was, indeed, so loud that it reverberated against the clouds, but they were so high up that perhaps the people directly below them would have no idea of their presence.
The man continued watching the ground from above. The city's view from the sky was beautiful—the lights were on as if they were small fireflies juxtaposed against the soft dark ground.
"Aiya. Long time no see, Padioka." He said in amusement, before lifting a hand up to hold his make-shift turban, a gesture that he'd be moving out.
"Ja, Thor."
He was answered, once again, by another roar. The man smirked.
And he jumped down his ride.
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The trees rustled, and the winds flew across the grounds of the country's bustling capitol. It was already the middle of the night…, but many of the citizens were still awake. Rather, the night division—those who lived at night and were asleep at light—were being very active. But business was business, after all.
Various businesses flourished at night; some legal while some were not. And in the city's heart stood a large and imposing structure. It had spires, it was made of cold but oddly beautiful stone and stone works—it was none other than the castle, the castle where the revered royals resided.
Indeed, the country was ruled by strong and strict monarchs, but not once was there a rebellion and thus the country flourished in its own right. Flourished in the sense that the economy bustled, by average, but the lines were stark.
In any case the castle served as a parascopic structure, seeming to watch the citizen's every move. No one dared, nor even think about going against their rulers.
Tap
A man with an indisputably strong and firm aura stood by the balcony just outside his office. His long silver hair followed the strong wind, and yet he remained so stern, almost stiff albeit in the sense that he was ready to move any time he wanted to without anyone noticing.
He held the cold, marble, balustrade. The room was so high up that his still-awake subjects looked like ants, and like the creatures they never saw him watching them.
His ears perked at a miniscule sound—suspicious but incredibly well-hidden, to the point that if he wasn't trained to have his guard up all the time, he probably would never have noticed this presence. So naturally, he increased his guard and quickly gestured for an attack.
"Whoa there, Silva." He paused or rather he, uncharacteristically, froze. He could feel a rather amused stare looking at him. He heard a soft chuckle.
"As serious as always."
A rustle followed whatever a sound a smirk would have made if ever it did make a sound. A second later the owner of the voice was standing on the marble rails.
"Ging." He voiced out with his monotonous voice, and it barely showed the surprise he was feeling. Of course, this newcomer would see it, like he always did. "Since when have you returned?"
"In the city? I never really left, just travelled here and there."
"Is that so?"
"Yep. Just making sure I was out of your way."
"What changed that, then?" he said, sounding quite mocking.
"Nothing, really." Ging shrugged and jumped down the railing to the floor. "I just came back from Antikoba, a city in the Kuroko country. They're progressing well."
"I see." Silva said and watched Ging as he nonchalantly entered his office, soon sitting on his sofa.
"Ah~ Soft. This is nice considering I have been camping these past few weeks." He said, slumping down. "Must be nice to be King."
Silva sighed, knowing full well Ging was mocking him.
In the years they had known each other Ging was never lacking in expressing his dislike for his hereditary responsibilities. But Silva... was never really the type to fool around. "What is your purpose here, old friend?"
As if on cue, Ging manoeuvred his body so that he was sitting properly—now wearing frown. He suddenly wore that rare serious expression of his, but then he started scratching his ears with his littlest finger. Silva mentally groaned at the fact that he'd probably be throwing his earwax randomly… again.
The newcomer stretched (after, as Silva predicted, throwing his earwax at a random direction), and lifted his elbows and let it rest on his legs. "Silva." He stated, "Don't you think it's about time you change the country? Times are changing, it's about time the country does too."
Silva frowned deeper. How many times had they had this conversation before? He mused. It was one of the main reasons they grew apart, and the primary reason why Ging left the palace in the first place.
"Traditions are important, Ging. It is what keeps my country stable."
Ging stood up and walked towards him. "I disagree." Silva wondered mentally what might have happened to suddenly make Ging be this aggressive with the issue so suddenly.
"The people's utter fear of the royals? For goodness sakes, Silva! Some day they will turn on you." Ging paused, standing in front of him—as fearless as he always was. "I've seen these other countries, Silva. Soon their influences will become strong enough, their citizens courageous enough, that their beliefs will reach your borders. It is just a matter of time."
Silva looked down at him. "Is that so? Then do you think so little of our influence that outsider's beliefs will take over my people's minds?"
"You don't even go outside your palace. The people believe stepping on the steps you go pass through are too divine—too dangerous for 'normal' people like them to walk in." Ging stared. "Doesn't that say anything?"
"It says how much my people revere me and my family—they worship us. People do not turn against their gods."
"Silva!"
But Ging realized he raised his voice a liittle too late. Silva's aura already darkened. "You do not shout at your king, Ging!" But, Ging would never back down. Not like this. And not with his current 'circumstance'.
"I wouldn't if I didn't have to—what else could I do to pound some reason onto your close-minded little head?!"
"GING." He heaved a heavy sigh. "Get out of my castle. Now."
"Make me."
Silva froze, and so did Ging. They stared at each other for a long, awkward, silence, and soon the nearby objects started vibrating—as if invisible, and yet extremely strong, waves were incessantly hitting them.
The atmosphere changed—so heavy that some of the accessories within the room started dropping down on the floor. Crashes of vitreous items and the thumps of books soon resounded across the room. They ignored the commotion they were then hearing outside, and the desperate knocks and attempts to open it. They couldn't of course, the supernatural wave the two men emitted were too strong.
"Perhaps it is time to settle this once and for all."
Ging nodded, concentration filling his auburn orbs. "Perhaps it is."
And then there was a burst of light, a small earthquake, and soon the birds slumbering a mile away were perturbed in their sleep.
Ging's turban went lose, revealing his spiky hair that flowed along with the intangible wave of force he was emitting. Silva's long silver hair did the same. The two men adopted their respective positions—signalling they were ready for the attack.
And that, they did. And no longer with reluctance in their eyes.
And finally a battle—the battle they had been delaying for all these years—had finally begun.
BAM!
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No one would lose their life that night, but a lot would change for them…
…and for their children.
Perhaps more so than they would have predicted.
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END OF PROLOGUE
Coming Soon:
CHAPTER 1: The Stirring
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