Hi there! So I think I'm catching the K Project Missing Kings disease. This chapter was my excuse to write fluffy, frilly stuff and umm... other stuff... So not much happens here and I'm so sorry I promise more is going to happen to the future chapters, I just wanted to write Alpha pair cuteness (or my idea of cuteness). Anyway, I hope you guys like it (I know some of you might ;p You'll get what I mean later). Thanks so much for reading! Love and all, AIR.
WARNING: CONTAINS ADULT "CONTENT" JUST INCASE SOME YOUNGSTERS STUMBLE UPON THIS
One mile. One more mile until the he reached the Yukimura home so close to the Fuji house. But Seiichi never made it home. He abruptly turned around and nearly teleported to the Atobe mansion.
A top the large manor was the head of the Atobe family and his son Keigo. There, he witnessed the murder of Fuji Yumiko. Atobe easily killed the Fuji just by one snap of his hand. Yumiko dropped faced down on the roof, her aura fading abruptly. Atobe grinned at the sight of the young Yukimura.
"Ahh… I do apologize, but it seems like you're too late. She put up quite a fight, though. I do hope you understand. Fujis were always so sly it's annoying fighting them."
Yukimura never was the one to lose his composure; however, the Atobes already took two lives from his family. First the Yukimura's keeper and now, Yumiko. His blue aura surrounded Seiichi like a cloak. His eyes shone the same vibrant cobalt blue color as the energy outlining his body.
Atobe tilted his chin up and took a step back. Rumor has it, the Yukimuras may not be a very large family, not large enough for their own mage troop at least, but they are the strongest mage out of all the families. The Atobes themselves would find out if that rumor bore any truth.
It wasn't like his father to ask for assistance during combat. Could fighting Yukimura Seiichi be really that tough? He was practically the same age as Keigo. Once the young Atobe stepped into the fight, he knew. Yukimura's power overwhelmed the leader. Clearly, he underestimated the young blue-haired boy. The three mages attacked, no strategy in mind, only pure offensive measures.
Yukimura suddenly stopped his assult and thought; his power immediately thinned on the inside, creating a slim lining around his body. Then the lines expanded.
Sanada glanced outside his balcony the moment he heard the explosion. From a distance, he saw a bright blue light shining. An all too familiar power.
"Seiichi!" He hastily jumped down from the house and traveled to wherever that blue energy came from.
Yukimura lay face down on the roof of the Atobe manor. Keigo and his father nearly collapsed themselves. Now they knew the rumors deemed to be true. When Yukimura tried to move his finger, nothing moved. His body was numb from the shock and he felt blood down the side of his face.
Atobe regained his composure and slightly smiled. "This looks like the end for you. What a waste of a Yukimura; so young with so much more to live for."
No matter how hard Seiichi tried, his body rejected the commands. It didn't matter though; his consciousness was slipping by the moment. The last thing he heard was a familiar voice calling his name. Then darkness.
Seiichi woke up, his body heavy from the fight. His eyes quickly adjusted to the bright lights, not familiarizing with the ceiling's Aztec pattern. He glanced to his left and saw the rest of the bed he laid on, a large glass door to the balcony, and the sun rising. How long had he been asleep? When Yukimura tried to sit up, pain shot through his back and head. He groaned in pain and ended up lying back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling again. The moment he moved his right hand, he frowned; someone was holding his hand. He shifted his gaze down his arm to see Sanada Genichirou's sleeping face, kneeling on the floor, head on the bed using his arm as a pillow, and one hand clasping Yukimura's loosely. A sincere smile crept up on to the young boy's face. He untangled his hand from his lover's grasp and gently pushed back Sanada's dark hair, revealing more of his face. He really did look so different asleep.
The door began to open slowly and quietly; its as if the person was trying to be sneaky. An elder man stepped in, looking somewhat similar to Genichirou, a faint grin on his face.
"I see that you are awake, Seiichi." Yukimura frowned. "Ah, please forgive me. My grandson prefers calling you that instead of your family name."
Yukimura's eyes widened. "Grandson?" His voice sounded weak and hoarse. "Wait, that means-"
"Yes. I'm Genichirou's grandfather. It's very nice to meet you."
Sanada's body adjusted and the other boy woke up. He met Yukimura's sparkling eyes and lit up. "Seiichi! How are you feeling?" He moved over to kneel in front of Yukimura's face, gripping the smaller boy's hand again, unaware of his grandfather's presence.
"I'm fine. My body is just sore. Where am I?"
"You're in the Sanada's part of the Tezuka household." Genichirou's grandfather answered.
"Grandfather!" Sanada exclaimed, not expecting a family member to be in the room.
"Or more specifically, Genichirou's room."
Sanada nodded. "What the hell were you thinking? Did you honestly believe you could take on the Atobes by yourself? What would have happened if I hadn't come to safe you? They could have killed you, Seiichi! You could have died!"
Gen'emon just shook his head with his arms crossed. His grandson always seemed to surprise him.
Yukimura reached up to hold Sanada's face in his hands. "I'm sorry." The talk of he battle all of a sudden brought the young male back to reality. "Genichirou, what happened to Yumiko?"
The air stilled as if no one dared to take one more step in fear of death. Gen'emon cleared his throat lightly. "Genichirou was able to take the both of you back here; however, Yumiko was already dead long before."
The blue eyes that seemed to shine with light only shone with sadness and dismay. "I see. What about Syusuke?"
"He's currently not wanting to talk to anyone, not even Kunimitsu can convince him." The elder sighed deeply, watching the sun rise bit by bit. "What a messy world we live in. It's only a matter of time now." The man turned back around to face the young males before excusing himself out.
Sanada accepted Yukimura's invitation to lie next to him on the bed. Yukimura laid his head on his lover's chest, relaxing in Sanada's soft, protective embrace.
"Genichirou, how long have I been sleeping?"
"Four days."
"Four days?" Yukimura exclaimed. He didn't want to believe he worried his "Emperor" for such a long time.
"Yes, four days. Mother said it would take time for you to wake up since Atobe cursed you."
"Cursed me?"
"Before the explosion. He did something to stop the flow of magic in your blood."
"So I can't hex anyone, can I?" Yukimura concluded.
"Not for a few more days, no." Sanada buried his face in the blue hair as if he were apologizing.
"That's fine. By the way, Genichirou, does your family know of us?"
"They think we're friends, lets just leave it at that."
They lay in silence for what seemed like hours, but it only turned out to be minutes. Yukimura didn't feel like talking, his body was still burning and Genichirou looked like something was bothering him. Yukimura simply nuzzled closer to the taller, warmer form, closing his eyes to sleep. He felt Sanada's lips on the top of his head and his arms tightening.
"I love you Seiichi." Yukimura just nodded, knowing Sanada knew what that small gesture meant.
Atobe Keigo held the point up above his head in the middle of the shining star on the ground. The four other points glowed vibrantly with the respective family's crest shining above. One point was left empty, though, the Fuji's. The lower left point shone dimmer than those who's sacrifice had already been claimed. Then, a familiar face appeared above the point. A grin, malicious and devilish as it may seem, formed on Keigo's face. He'd see those beautiful blue eyes again, and feel the way his body reacted to unknown pleasures again. Little did he know how much fun the future would be. Such a small world they lived in.
Dinner at the Tezuka and Sanada household happened louder than usual. Seiichi awoke and ate with the family, staying close to Genichirou and Syusuke. Genichirou's nephew, Sanada Sasuke, asked Yukimura several questions about the two boys' "friendship." Of course, Fuji and Tezuka knew better; it was more than just being "friends."
Sanada wanted to throw his nephew out of the house; the boy wouldn't stop interrogating his Seiichi. And he could tell Yukimura was tired from constantly answering every single question. It wasn't until Sanada's older brother commanded the young boy to stop and eat his meal. From then on, the families ate quietly, but contently. Syusuke tried his best to forget about the events that happened a few days ago.
The more he attempted to disregard the past, the more it haunted him. He slowly stopped chewing and set down his utensils. "Excuse me." He said before rising and leaving the dining room.
Kunimitsu watched the boy disappear into the house and Seiichi standing up and excusing himself as well.
Seiichi found Syusuke standing outside in the Tezukas' garden surrounded by white lilies, staring up at a waxing gibbous moon.
"Why do I get a feeling white lilies have a bad relationship with you?" Seiichi asked conversationally, standing beside his cousin. Syusuke just shrugged, his eyes still lingering on the glistening moon. "Look, Syusuke, I'm sorry. I also wonder what it would've been like if I had followed her sooner. Maybe then it would have been me who died."
Syusuke's blue eyes sharply turned to the taller boy. "Don't you ever say that again, Seiichi; I'm not blaming you for nee-san's death." His eyes softened. "I'm just merely remembering everything about her, and hopes I can get over her passing the way I did with Mother's."
Seiichi met the blue eyes that spoke every truth of the heart. "I'm sorry." He nearly choked out. He accepted his cousin's hug, glad he could let his guilt go.
"Lets get back; they'll be worried about us. By the way, Seiichi," Yukimura glanced over at the younger boy, "you owe me stories about you and Genichirou." Yukimura blushed, as he knew Fuji wouldn't fall for such a lie.
Since Yukimura wasn't completely healed yet, Sanada didn't want his lover to go home injured. Therefore, Yukimura stayed with the Sanadas for a while. He borrowed some of Genichirou's clothes; smiling at how the fabric smelled so much like him.
The dark haired boy stepped in his room after the shower, locking the door behind him, closing the windows and pulling the curtains together to cover the glass. He turned off the light and turned the lampshade by his bed on. Seiichi sat on the bed with a seductive grin on his face.
"What if I tell you I'm not feeling well enough for sex tonight, Genichirou?"
Sanada walked over to Yukimura, gently holding the side of the pale boy's face. "You're a liar, Seiichi. You're never too ill for this." He roughly kissed Yukimura before the boy had a chance to respond.
The two forms moved closer up to the bed, Sanada forcing Yukimura to lay on his back. Sanada then trailed his lips downward, unbuttoning the top slowly and teasingly. He used the shirt to tie Yukimura's wrists together over the smaller boy's head. As much as Yukimura didn't enjoy being tied up, he knew Genichirou loved it, so he didn't complain.
Sanada grinned as he heard Yukimura's soft gasp as he pulled down the rest of his lover's clothing, leaving him bare on the bed. He straddled Yukimura's legs, pulling off his shirt and leaning down to kiss those soft lips. Their tongues danced around each other's while Sanada's hand teasingly traced downward. His fingers barely touched Yukimura's erection, making the other boy moan into the kiss. He hated it when Sanada teased him senseless. At the same time, he kind of liked it.
"Getting hard already, Seiichi?" Sanada whispered lustfully. He pulled back to watch Yukimura's expression as he wrapped his hand around Yukimura's hard length, stroking it slowly at first, then building up to a faster pace. Yukimura moaned as waves of pleasure repeatedly hit him. His voice became louder the faster Sanada moved his hand. His hips bucked up involuntarily the moment he felt his climax approaching.
Sanada grinned as Yukimura's hot white liquid stained his hand. He traced Yukimura's lips with two white covered fingers, forcing the lips open. The fingertips caressed the blue-haired boy's tongue gently, letting Yukimura taste himself.
Sanada pulled out his fingers and positioned himself by Yukimura's entrance. He gave his lover another demanding kiss before hastily entering the tight hole.
No matter how many times they did it, the first round of pain always affected Yukimura. Now even more so with his injuries. But Sanada seemed to forget everything about the world as he continuously thrusted into the lithe body.
The harder and deeper his movements, the louder and deeper Yukimura's moans became. It didn't take long for the smaller boy to release his semen, the white fluid raining down on the smooth pale skin. Sanada quickly filled Yukimura with his own seed after feeling the tight hole squeezing his length harder.
Sanada collapsed down on the bed, panting. After untying Yukimura's hands, he brushed aside the strands of blue hair, pulling the delicate body closer to him.
"I love you, Seiichi." He whispered lovingly.
"I love you, too." Yukimura kissed him one last time before drifting off to sleep.