Hey Guys! Just got a raging idea for my second chapter of my "Love only me" fan fic. Though it may be a little pathetic, still new in anime fandom..! Thx to gaggahe for being the first person to review my story! Err, my first copy of "Love only me" at least, had to delete my first copy… T^T
Disclaimer: I do not own 07: Ghosts, this is merely a fan fiction and made entirely of my own imaginary reservoir
"Where am I? It's so cold and dark… It's wet too… Ugh… My head hurts so much..." said a small voice of a child somewhere in the dark, dank room. The child got up and called out for his mommy and daddy, stumbling here and there as his eyes tried to get used to the darkness around him.
After a while of walking around in the unexpectedly big room; his leg snagged on something quite soft and crying out softly, he fell face first onto what he tripped on. His eyes found a bad time to get used to the darkness around him and showed him with grotesque precision of just what he fell onto.
It was his father; The King of Raggs, his face bloodied; a cut here and there clearly deep wounds all of them, a wound that seemed as if something had sliced through him from the right side of his waist to the bottom left of his hip, his arm was at an impossible angle, his leg was twisted at an inhuman angle. He died a painful death that was clear; SO WHY WAS HE SMILING SO SERENELY?
Teito screamed.
Sheets were roughly pulled back, revealing a heavily panting Teito, cold sweat running down his face and back, his brown mop of hair damp from the sweat. His heart was frantically beating; almost as if it too was desperate to get out of the all-enveloping fear inside Teito.
The sound of rustling sheets above him pulled his attention to the head of the upside down Mikage, staring concernedly at his best friend. "You okay, Teito?" Teito barely heard this, it was as if he was at the end of a tunnel and Mikage was at the other end shouting at him.
Mikage asked again; when Teito still hadn't answered, he properly got off from his top bunk and tried to hold on to his shoulder to; hopefully, shake him out of it, whatever "it" is. His advance though, was stopped by Teito himself who slapped his hands away and retreated further into his bunk while growling "DON'T TOUCH ME." His eyes were a flurry of emotion belonging to animals that has been tortured, unfocused, wild, angry, desperate and terrified.
Mikage stared at him with a slightly agape mouth, contemplating on what in the world is he going to do to snap Teito out of it. Apparently he hadn't needed to do anything except ceaselessly staring at him. His eyes had refocused and his breathing had slowed to a normal deep breathing. Mikage took this as a sign that it was safe to approach him.
"Teito dude, you okay? You were screaming your head off just now, did you have a nightmare?" Mikage grimaced slightly at his asking what seemed to be the obvious; but with Teito, you'd never know. Bad events have the tendency to magically be attracted to him. Mikage waited until Teito was calm enough to answer.
"I'm okay, at least I think so. I'm sorry for waking you up like that Mikage, go back to sleep; it was just a silly nightmare!" said Teito, faking the cheerfulness in his voice; earning him two narrowed suspicious eyes from Mikage.
"I know when you're lying and when you're not, Teito. We've been hanging around each other long enough to detect each other's misgivings don't you think?"
"What makes you think I'm lying?" Teito made an innocent face while saying this.
"That face you're making and that stupid cheery voice you made just now."
"You're not gonna let this go are you?" an accusatory look.
"No, I'm not. Not until you tell me what's up; or are we no longer friends Teito?" counter accusatory look. Mikage inwardly recoiled at how fag-y this sounded; but what could he do? This was his best friend concerned.
Teito sighed in defeat and with a friendly (slightly tinted with annoyance and anger), soft (actually it was quite hard) punch at his shoulder. He took a deep breath before telling his friend about his vivid nightmare without any deep care for the details, after all no one needed to know exactly what he dreamt of for he knew deep inside his heart that this was no nightmare. This was he, himself; reminiscing in his sub-conscious state
"That's… just intense, Teito." Commented Mikage bluntly after listening to the details of his nightmare. "Y'know, I think if we just sleep it off tonight, we'll probably have forgotten all about it in the morning. I hope, pray for that to happen…" and with that he messed Teito's hair affectionately, like a brother would (he reasoned), and climbed up to claim his already cold bed. Teito just sat on his bed, staring straight ahead; deadpanned. Minutes later, soft snoring could be heard from said blonde on top, peacefully floating in Dreams caress.
And Teito; was still staring into space with an unidentifiable glint in his jade eyes. "Forget? Oh I don't think so Mikage. Why would I want to forget the picture of my father's dead body; showing almost exactly how he died? After all, what's the use of vengeance if you can't inflict the same pain on the inflictor? "Breathed Teito menacingly, leering at the thought of inflicting pain on the one who had done him the injustice. He lied down on his bed and seconds later he too was floating in Dreams caress. Or not
On the top bunker, Mikage; who usually never, ever wakes up as soon as he is asleep, shivered in fear. "Teito… I hope you're not planning to do something stupid." thought Mikage worriedly; shivering slightly as he felt ice down his back, feeling a premonition of something bad happening. Mikage prays silently in the night; praying for the safety of everyone he loves and for the avoidance of disaster.
Chairman Miroku's Office
"Congratulations Teito, on successfully graduating from the Academy with such flying colours! I'm proud to have you as my charge and also for the chance to be able to call myself as your guardian." Said Miroku, his love and pride for Teito could be clearly seen in his somewhat reddish eye. He hugged the boy standing in front of him affectionately; it was like he was his own son whom he loves very dearly.
Said boy blushed and hugged the man back, it has been a long time since he felt the warmth of being hugged and loved like this by someone more of a father character than brother character, like Mikage.
"Thank you, Miroku-sama. Thank you, for all that you've done for me all this time, taking care of my wellbeing, seeing me go through my Academy life. I don't know how I could ever repay you for you kindness, gentleness and guardianship." He bowed slightly at Miroku. Standing straight; looking at Miroku's quite startled face, he smiled his very rare smile. Seeing Miroku blush, his smile brightened; it was so bright that it'd put the sun to shame.
The slightly blanched chairman recovered and replied, "Nonsense Teito, I owe your parents' everything for saving my family from that plane crash that happened near Raggs. Even if my son had not left the scene unscathed, he is still alive and well and happy with his wife and two children. So would it not seem right for me to have done the same for them when… it… happened?" he smiled kindly and affectionately.
"I owe your parents, the King and Queen of Raggs, for the kindness they showed towards my family; when they were merely unknown strangers, Tiashe. What better way to repay their kindness by doing the same for their child? And before you ask, I had only thought of this once, and that was when I found you at that place. Never since have I thought of taking care of you as an obligation Tiashe." He finished his sentence with a smile that was so filled with sincere familial love for him; that Teito actually shed tears in happiness.
Miroku hugged the growing boy in front of him again. He felt truly touched that the boy would shed tears because of his words; but it was not unexpected. The boy was depleted of familial love from the young age of four and he had to suffer the fate of combat slaves until I found him and took him in at the age of 13.
Though at first it was very hard for Teito to trust Miroku; it was all worth it in the end. His wife and son have also come to love him as though he was their own blood. "Hey Tiashe, I am very glad that Kami-sama let us meet each other. Always thank him, okay?"
"I'm not making any promises but, I'll try my hardest Miroku o-otousama…." He blushed; how long had he longed to call someone (other than the guy up there of course) in this world, dad.
"I know you will… My son"
Both of them smiled in happiness at just how right that sounded.
Miroku continued "I hope you will succeed, no conquer your endeavours for as long as you live Teito Klein; Tiashe, heir of Raggs and finally, Great Angel Eve-sama." Confidence, pride and love were ringing in each syllable.
"Thank you, dad." Was all Teito could say, all in all; he was speechless. He had never been loved like this at least until he was four anyway; when everything he held so very dear was taken from him. He did that entire he could do, to show Miroku how he felt; he smiled his brightest and happiest smile towards the man. This time it truly did put the sun and its majestic beams to shame.
He swore to himself, that he would do anything in his power to protect this man; even at the cost of his own life.
"Now then, Teito-kun; I think it's about time you met your new superior." Miroku took out two envelopes and gave it to him "This letter is from my wife and Mikage; mom sends her deepest apologies for not being able to be here and give you a proper send-off while Mikage was blushing beet red when he asked me to give this to you." He winked conspiratorially at this
Teito made to open it, but was told to open it when he has settled in to his new quarters at Hohburg Fort (A/N: Don't know how to spell it…. T^T)
He hugged Miroku-sama; his dad, one more time before walking out the door heading towards the Fort to report to his new superior.
"You'll definitely do well in life, Tiashe" thought Miroku proudly.
As the door closed, Miroku walked back to his table and sat on the comfortable chair of his, and continued doing his paperwork. Feeling strangely as if he had just given his daughter of to the man she loved to be married. (X D)
To be Continued