Music Choice— Red—Already Over

You Never Go, You're Always Here

Under My Skin, I Cannot Run Away

Fading Slowly, I Give It All To You, Letting Go Of Me

Reaching As I Fall, I know It's Already Over Now


Violet eyes scanned over the writing on the rune, tracing a slow thumb over the engraved, glowing Neptus language. His lips pressed together as the silence dragged on between Gareki and himself.

This is sort of awkward. He thought. He trailed his fingers over the smooth surface of the rune that was held in both of his hands in hopes to distract himself. But really he'd been staring at it for an hour now between that in keeping a look out for traps plus, fake patches of grass.

He didn't dare look at Gareki though. The ice prince was still agitated about what happened earlier between them in which he still felt the complete blame for not to mention, over whelming embarrassment.

As if on que, thoughts about the electrical soft feel of Gareki's lips on his own crossed his mind as well as the rounded firm appearance of his arse. His entire face heated up.

Yogi ran a hand through his now dried hair in a means to rid the thoughts from his mind. If he had a mirror right now he would see that his entire face was red with humiliation.

He wouldn't blame Gareki if he were to be angry and distant with him for the next few days especially after that incident. But honestly, deep down he hoped his anger wouldn't be too intense.

Yogi didn't know why but he felt as though there was a small amount of anger he could take that would be directed his way.

Just the thought of someone snapping at him made his instincts want to snap right back despite whatever argument or whoever the victim was.

It must've been his new element of magic. He had been on the more easily tempered side lately. Fire from what he had studied back in his kingdom was known to be a very emotional and sensitive element to possess. He just didn't want to end up yelling at Gareki who was the victim who had every right to be angry with him.

He dropped his hand away from his hair before bringing it down to his cheek realizing that his jaw still hurt from Gareki's fist. It had dulled down into a soft aching but with a touch it only hurt more.

He grimaced before dropping his hand completely. He made a note to wait a while before touching it again.

He then finally took the risk to look up at Gareki. He watched his broad shoulders, the ripped sleeves that revealed his slight muscular build on his upper arms before slipping his eyes up his neck until they reached the side of his face.

His expression was pulled into something that could only be depicted as serious. The skin in between both of his dark eyebrows were compressed. His jaw muscles were flexed within his cheek. He must've been clenching his teeth together. His lips were pressed into a thin line and lastly his eyes stared strait and hard, barely blinking at the map in his hand.

Yogi kept his curious eyes on him. Wondering what was on his mind that very moment? But honestly he felt like it had to be about earlier at the river bank.

Gareki suddenly flicked his iris's to the corners of both his eyes, the black slits widening slightly from the change of light source. He was now staring right at Yogi who averted his own to quickly look away.

He waited a few seconds until he was sure Gareki was no longer looking at him before moving his eyes back to his face.

But Gareki was still eyeing him causing Yogi to feel even more awkward. He managed to come up with something to say after a moment of tension.

"Um, so I've come to realize that I don't know anything about your past. Do you mind me asking what you were like as a kid?"

Gareki glowered at him before rolling his eyes away from him as he muttered something incoherent underneath his breath along the lines of, "You and your stupid questions."

Yogi sighed lightly, affected by his harsh words by just a little. It's fine, I deserve his cold attitude. He consoled himself before continuing.

"Can you tell me something about it?" He repeated.

Gareki stopped walking, dropping the hand with the map down to his side before reaching the other towards Yogi. "Hand me the rune." He demanded.

Yogi did as told without question, dropping it into his open palm. Gareki moved his hand away before making the rune disappear within a puff of dark blue smoke.

Yogi watched as it cleared up, staring in bewilderment and confusion. "What did you. . .?"

"Don't freak out, it's just in a time warp, he said plainly with small annoyance. He turned and continued walking.

Yogi followed. "A time warp?"

Gareki didn't look at him as he spoke. "It's an empty space in time filled with items that anyone with magic use as an inventory. It can only be summoned by their specific magic so that not just anyone can take what that person put in."

Yogi silently nodded in understanding. "Why'd you put it there?"

"We have to collect 3 runes. Do you honestly think you or me would want to carry 4 magical stone's around until we get to Ivy's location, especially when we don't have a sack to carry them in?"

Yogi didn't answer but his silence gave Gareki a reply. "I didn't think so."

Yogi bit half of his bottom lip before looking away from him. Yeah it was going to be a while before Gareki ever forgave him.

They walked for 12 minutes before Gareki spoke up. "Oh, and about your question about my child hood I'll tell you when I'm good and ready, got it?" He growled.

"Yeah, I got it." Yogi crossed his arms along his chest. The irratation in the Avatar's voice didn't go unnoticed. "I get that you're still angry at me for earlier but just know that I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had been through something like that when I accused you and. . . I'm also sorry again for seeing you naked, I was just. . ."

Gareki abruptly stopped again and turned towards him, eyes noticeably still angered. "Can you do something for me?"

Yogi stood there speechless for a second before words found there way to his lips. He moved them apart to answer but Gareki interrupted him by pressing both his thumb and index fingers together, dragging them over his own lips as he said,"Can you shut up for me? I'm not in the mood to hear you talk."

He turned and walked away, leaving a baffled and slightly tempered Yogi behind. He knew he had told himself he could handle Gareki's harsh words but to just turn down his genuine apology like that made his body grow warm with anger.

He inhaled slowly as his fingers twiddled down at his sides. A heat wavering off of his hands as they outlined orange. "Control yourself." He whispered. He found it difficult to distinguish his temper but after a seconds that felt like minutes he controlled himself before following after Gareki who had gained a distance from him during his self management.

His mouth worked on it's own as he asked,"It doesn't have to be this way. Can you just forget what happened?"

Gareki looked as if he had ignored the question by training his eyes on the map.

Yogi fully caught up with him before grabbing his shoulder from behind and that was when Gareki reacted. He immediately turned, dropped down before swiping his feet beneath himhim with a leg.

Yogi's back collided with the ground with a grunt from his throat. He looked up, taken by surprise at Gareki's actions.

He stood over him tall with a scowl pulling on his features. "Don't you dare touch me and expect me to forget that easily. What happened I can't possibly expect myself to forgive you for, no matter what your excuse was.

Gareki stepped away from him, his eyes still focusing on his. "Get up. We don't have the luxury to waste anymore time."

Yogi gave him a hard look as he moved back up to his feet, dusting himself off. "So that's it then? You won't except my apology?"

"I just told you why I couldn't." Gareki's voice was flat. "Now like I said, he stepped closer so their noses were an inch apart. Yogi looked him strait in the eyes, both glaring. " Don't. Talk. To. Me. Are we clear?"

Yogi suddenly felt uncontrolled heat flooding through out his body at the threat evident in his voice He tried to stop it before it escalated higher but it kept growing.

"No, we're not clear." His voice spoke on it's own. Listening more to the growing anger instead of his brain. It felt as though he were being controlled to act on anger, as if he were a different person being possessed.

Yogi reflected on the violation Gareki had been through with Karoku and how guilty he felt for the blurted accusation. He had no right to be mad at him after something like that happened. He knew he should've been more sincere and sympathetic to Gareki right now.

He loved Gareki but anger took away those feelings temporarily. All there was now was a fight in him he couldn't push away.

"Oh really?" Gareki said deeply. His shoulders tensed up as if he knew Yogi were about to lung forward. He was right to think so.

Yogi's fists clenched with flames and before he could stop himself he grabbed Gareki's upper arm causing him to growl painfully by the fire on his cold skin.

Yogi clenched his jaw as more anger coursed through his veins.

Gareki dropped the map before pulling his now free hand into a fist and landed a punch on him, sending him a few steps back before lurching for him, hands first.

Gareki gripped the fabric of his shirt before shoving him to a wall. "I should kill you!" He snarled between clenched teeth. Eyes blazing brightly as his fangs bared from his clenched jaws. "What were you thinking?!" The burned skin faded back into it's pale tone on his arm.

Yogi didn't repli he only fisted Gareki's hair, bringing his head forward only to collide with his own in a head butt. Gareki stumbled back but was soon smacked by Yogi's fist on his temple.

The angered expression on Gareki's face vanished as his eyes rolled back in his head, body falling backwards as he collapsed to the ground. Yogi pulled away from the wall and wiped his mouth before stepping closer to Gareki's unconscious body.

He stared down at the red bruise forming on his temple. His sprawled out form as he faintly breathed.

His fist ached from the hard impact he had made.

Suddenly the anger flooded away from him as he stared at what he had done. The feeling of guilt and shock overwhelmed him. His creased eyebrows softened as well as the angered expression, his shoulders sank down as his eyes widened. "Oh God, what did I just do?" He sank to his knees, crawling over to Gareki.

He reached for his face. His warm fingers touched his cold chin before sliding up, tilting his head the other way to reveal the small bruise on his temple. He examined it.

It wasn't bad, it would heal in a matter of hours with the ability of Gareki's fast healing rate but either way, he still felt shame and at fault for doing something like this.

What the hell came over me? Things are happening that I don't even understand. I need answers. He thought desperately. Or else I might do this again.

Suddenly Gareki grimaced, turning his head over an inch back into it's initial position. Yogi kept his fingers placed near the corner of his lips, not feeling the need to move them.

Gareki's eyes snapped open and landed right on him. A few seconds passed as they stared each other in the eyes. Gareki's eyebrows creased together tightly as a scowl crossed over his face. He let out a deep and loud snarl as he lurched forward, clocking Yogi across the face with a fist.

Yogi didn't make a move to defend himself even as he anticipated the blow. He felt the knuckles impact his cheek that had been closer to his nose then he had expected them to be. He went sprawling onto his back with a thud.

He moaned in pain as he grabbed his nose with both hands. It ached immensely but luckily it wasn't broken. It was then Gareki lunged on top of him. One hand pushing down on his chest while the other pulled up into a fist next to the side of his face pin pointing it's target located on Yogi's face again.

His fist formed ice around itself before he brought it down but just as he was inches away of connecting his fist to Yogi, his knee pressed down on a false square of grass.

Yogi heard the familiar click-snap. His eyes widened and he caught the sight of Gareki's fist coming strait for him. Time slowed as he lifted his hands away from his nose and grabbed both of Gareki's wrists before pushing himself and the other boy in a half circle so that now he was on top of Gareki.

Gareki watched as arrows shot out of the walls on either side. Yogi was in their line of aim but he ducked down before one could penetrate him. He was only grazed on the shoulder by the sharp tip of an arrow causing thick blood droplets to fall onto Gareki's cheek.

Yogi then rolled them both out from underneath the shooting arrows. Letting go of Gareki as he layed himself on his back.

Closing his eyes he bit hard on his lip as pain shot out from his shoulder. Blood was leaking out from a slightly thick cut. He stifled a pained noise as he lifted himself up to his feet. He looked toward Gareki who pushed himself up to his feet as well. His bright eyes moved up to his before glaring.

"You could have gotten us kil—!" He froze. His eyes widened as they trailed down to his shoulder. His mouth opened slightly revealing the sharp edges of his fangs that gingerly grew longer.

He staggered backwards, bringing a hand to the wall to steady himself.

Yogi frowned in confusion as to why he cut off talking. He followed his line of sight as it led him right to the leaking blood covering and dripping in long thin and thick lines down his arm. He slowly looked back up to Gareki who looked like he were struggling to say something. His nails dug into the stone wall as his eyes lingered on his fresh wound.

Yogi inhaled a slow breath as anxiety awoke inside of him. This isn't good. "Gareki?" He spoke warily ,"how long has it been since you've drunken. . .blood?" The last word was the hardest to get past his lips. As if he'd said it then Gareki would come running for him. But luckily he didn't.

He stayed against the wall breathing in slow pants still with his eyes trained on his wound.

When he didn't answer, Yogi took a step closer to him but was cut short immediately by Gareki yelling,"Stay away! Don't come near me!"

"Drink my blood then you'll be fine—"

"I won't be fine!" He snapped, shoulders moving up as he breathed in. "I'm having another attack just like in the wisp forest. If I drink it then I don't know if I'll be able to stop myself! I'll be controlled again, you know that."

Yogi stared at him in surprise. He had thought the whole attack of blood thirst was over and that it had only happened that one time. But now that he thought about it it had been a few hours since Gareki had last drank, maybe that was what triggered his sudden thirst attack.

"How come you didn't just drink my blood earlier?!" He accused.

"I didn't think to do so!" Gareki defended.

"You didn't think to feed yourself?!" Yogi yelled in frustration.

"Don't fucking yell at me, Yogi, you're making the urge worse!" Gareki gripped the side of his torso as if he were wounded in that area.

"That's all it's going to be if you don't drink soon! Now, come here." He urged, trying to help him before he did turn into a blood thirsty maniac.

Gareki stared at him, eyes trailing up before training themselves onto his violet ones. Yogi furrowed his brows slightly by the strange look in his eyes. He could make out the black slits; he watched as they widened a portion of his eyes but not entirely taking away the bright blue.

Gareki gave him a dark look that looked so different and new from his actual facial expressions. This one belonged to a hungry stranger. The boy in front of him shook his head slowly. "It's too late." He ripped his fingers out of the wall.

Before Yogi knew what was happening he was shoved to the ground by strong hands