Bloodlines of Hate
Chapter 3: A Warning
Green fresh fields could be seen for miles, the grass waving like the see as the wind pushed it softly, causing the 5-year-old boy to giggle as he tried to wave with the grass. His big blue eyes shimmered with happiness and joy, as the wind seemed to flow the way he did.
Suddenly, two feminine hands grabbed the midnight haired boy by the sides and lifted him above the ground as he reached for the untouchable clouds. He let out a surprised squeal before clinging to the lady as she set him on her hip.
"Oh, my little Takao! Did I scare you?" She asked softly, her voice was smooth and rich of happiness, causing the young Takao to giggle once more. "No mommy." He said before pointing to the grass. "Did you see it move like me?"
The women laughed, her light blue hair waving around her as the wind passed by once more, her soft gray eyes sparkled with mirth. "Of course! Do you know why it does that?"
The little boy shook his head, intently looking at his mother as she carried him through the green fields. "No mommy, please tell me!" He said as he waved his small hands, watching once more as the wind pushed it the way he went.
"It's because Dragoon has given you a gift. A special gift." She said softly, poking his nose as she laughed once more. Takao giggled again, tugging slightly on his mother's light blue dress.
"Does Hitoshi have a special gift too?" He asked as he looked towards the area where the castle was. He'd watched his brother train with other boys before; his father had insisted that it was good for him.
Takao's mother seemed to frown slightly as she thought about her first born. "Yes, He has a special gift, he just doesn't see it." Takao started to worry as his mother's eyes looked distant.
"Are you okay mommy?" The women nodded, kissing his cheek. "I want you to promise me something, okay? And I want you to always keep it." The boy nodded, he loved keeping promises to his mother, she was always proud of him when he did.
"I want you to always love all people, no matter who they are, or what they've done. I want you to care for everything. And most of all, I want you to always look after your brother. There will be times when you have to make hard disitions, but always smile. It never hurts to smile." His mother asked of him as she set him down, a very sad look in her eyes.
The young child sat there, looking confused, but nodded, "I promise."
Takao's eyes opened as he subconcusly mumbled, "I promise." His arms tightened over the source of his comfort as he realized Shiva was on his bed next to him. The wolf nuzzled his neck comfortingly as he sat up.
It'd been so long since his promise, but what hurt him the most was that his mother had died 2 weeks after that. The heir of Dragoon sighed, standing up and stretching out. He had a banquet to get to, and a victory to celebrate.
After a few seconds, a loud knock came from his door. "State your business." He commanded; feeling slightly annoyed for being disturbed.
"It is time for you to make your appearance my lord." Came his reply, shortly followed by footsteps.
With a soft sigh, he stood straight and walked out of his room, finding Tetsuo standing next to the door. His guard gave a slight bow, causing the heir of Dragoon to stop in mid stride. He would have to fix that.
"Please, don't bow to me. I have to deal with too much of it already. And you may call me by my name." He asked softly, already in a depressed mood from his dream. "You can address with everyone else with titles, just not me."
Tetsuo quirked a brow, looking amused, but non-the less he nodded. "Fine then Takao."
The Heir sighed with relief, "Thank you." And with that, the two headed down the hall once more. "You do realize, you will be sworn in tonight, right?"
To say that his would be bodyguard hesitated would have been an understatement. The duel haired fighter stopped in the middle of the hall before looking away, his crimson eyes looking off to the windows on the right side of the hall.
Black drapes hung in the way of the light, but nonetheless, the fading sun seemed to try and reach the area behind the cloth. Takao stopped as well, looking at the boy questioningly. With a soft flick of his hand, the black drapes all flew back, a strong gust of wind running through the hallway.
Tetsuo eyed the floating drapes before nodding. "I realize this." With that, Red clashed with blue, as the warrior looked the prince in the eye. "It would be an honor."
Takao could not help but chuckle. An honor? It would be an honor? " Tetsuo, please forgive my rudeness, but I believe that the generals have spent to much time with you and their formalities."
The stoic boy did not seem to care for he just began walking once again, and not before long, they reached the great hall.
As the doors opened and Takao walked it, the entire room was silent, every lord and lady, Soldier and peasant started at the two. Takao could not help but give his people a smile. "Victory was ours today, so celebrate!"
As the Heir spoke, the entire room broke out in cheers. Numerous people walked up to the Dragon god. He smiled; spoke of small things, slowly making his way to the backside of the party.
Sure, Takao was happy, but he was not up for small talk, the tug at his heart had increased since he had arrived, and Dragoons for bonding was stronger then it ever had been before. Something was wrong.
As he sat in one of the far corners, Tetsuo walked over to him standing not to far from his Lord. Takao looked the boy over some before speaking. "I wish for you to stay close to me and keep a close eye. Something is not right."
Tetsuo looked at the boy quizzically, those deep crimson orbs looking almost dead. "As you say." The duel haired boy took a few steps closer, almost leaning on the young heir.
The celebration went on for hours as the two boys watched, before Hitoshi called attention to the people. "It is time, that we mourn the death of our comrades… and bring a new fighter among our ranks, someone to protect the Heir of Dragoon."
With that said, Takao stood, closely followed by his soon to be bodyguard. The crowed parted easily, eyes going over the young lord and his partner. But even as they walked, the tug in Takao's chest became almost painful, and he took hold on the power of the wind, holding it tightly in his grasp.
As they made it to the thrown, Takao turned to Tetsuo then looked at the crowed. "What is it we seek?"
The crowed replied in unition, "Peace and protection!"
Sweat slowly started to bead on Takao's forehead as his grasp became tighter on the wind. "What do we follow?"
"Lord Dragoon! The Lord of the Wind and Sky! Protector of our kingdom and lover of our people!"
Takao's eyes then fixed on those blood red orbs, his face serious. "Who are you to protect the Dragoon Heir?"
Tetsuo bowed deeply, going as far as getting on his knee. "I am Tetsuo Kazaharu, My Lord Dragoon!"
Takao looked once again to the crowed. "Will anyone say he is other wise?" Dragoon seemed to lurch in his chest as he spoke.
"We know the one named Tetsuo for his name! He is to protect our Lord!"
Takao grabbed a dagger from his hip, the very same dagger that had slain Tala. "He will protect your Lord!"
"He will protect our Lord! He will protect our Lord!" The chanting continued as Takao leaned down, grabbing Tetsuo's wrist and cutting a line in the palm of his hand.
"Tetsuo Kazaharu! You protect our Lord!" And in a sudden jerk, the dagger went to the boys throat, as Dragoon lashed out with all it's might for control. For some reason, Takao held no power over his body as the Dragon god stared through his eyes at the boy before them.
Cold crimson orbs seemed to flicker like fire at the god, but he made no move to fight back or to attack. "I will protect the Lord Dragoon."
With one last tug as Dragoon left Takao's body, all went black.
I finished it! OMG! Sorry it took so long, but I had to work at school… Hope you enjoy that chapter!
Love,
Aiko