AFTER A WHILE
Disclaimer: Still don't own YYH, nope….
Scribbles: Darn it! The internet was all fuzzy I couldn't upload the story well… I'm a few hours late.. so sorry.. FFnet's really unstable and erratic, it's getting all the spaces wrong.. darn you!!! Oh, and the story in this one is so confusing, and not so good, since.. Well, I'm kinda in a bad mood.. sighs
People to constantly thank:
Starflower Sakura - first of all, sorry wasn't able to do what you requested, was certainly busy this week.. and second, I stand by what I said winkwink.. And yay, you like Van and Tris!
Raining Petals – You like Tris and Van too! cant help but glomp sorry.. am in the mood for glomping…xx yeah, yeah, it was a long chap..:p I was seriously thinking of postponing the posting, but I don't like breaking promises.
Clow Angel – darn it, I confused readers…xx but don't worry, hopefully, all will be explained in the next chapters.. I think I'm almost done with the story… then I can update the others..
What2callmyself? – haha, wrote the '?' in your name… really like your dream.. you should write! Oops.. you do write . darn it, I really want to read all your guys' works, but whenever I get around to doing it, someone knocks on the door to ask a request. That or that I have tons of assignments and Long Tests. College definitely sucks. (Oh, did I ever say I was only 16?) xx gah. Btw, the poems are random things I find, and sometimes, they're the ones that inspire the story…
A review to your review (the story part):
I like the scenery, the time and place and the things that happened (In short, the setting.)Somehow, I could really see the things happening, and the emotions were simply overflowing from your story. I think it is a story that actually plays around in my mind sometimes, so I really liked it.
Purrs at "You're no blacker than I am" Stupid mind thought of skin colors.. gah. .
Wah, even my review is crap. Actually had a lot to say, but somehow, I forgot about them.. Hm.. I do review some stories, but under another name (who's not signed in) :D hehe…
Hedi Dracona – Very few words.. :p Here's an update.
Skittles the Sugar Fairy – glad you were happy, but couldn't really understand why. Hmm.. Gotta see from your perspective J Hope you read more!
Did I skip someone? Sorry…
Anyway, Let's start!
"My worn-out fingertips
Are drenched in the morning sunlight
It seems like Spring is waking
Hold close the memories
I dream of
Gentle tears that
Seem like water.
Also, how can I tell
When I'm unable to speak?
Resurrecting our love,
I'm afraid I'll be hurt.
This only make the feelings
Stand still."
- "Boku-Tachi no Kisetsu", Hiei, Kurama, Kuwabara, Yuusuke
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Chapter 8b, If Only in Dreams
Sixteen. It was a good age.
Some label it "sweet". What was so sweet with sixteen is still a mystery. Perhaps it's the half-legal time when you try to discover love and being hurt and all that stuff; a time for going out of one's shell to present oneself to the world. For Tris and Van, it would be the time when they would need each other the most.
Tris had dipped his hand in the cool waters of the running river, watching in fascination as lines ran from his hand, to rush downwards. He loved the smell of the greenery surrounding him, and loved the shadows that played on his face, and body. The birds made the most beautiful sounds, sang the most relaxing melodies… Suddenly, "Tris!!"
Looking up at his right, he only had time to blink before lips found their way to his cheek to give it a light peck. Immediately pulling his hand from the cool waters, he sprayed it on the intruder, "Van, stop doing that!"
Laughing like a kid, the blue-eyed guy sat down, and as innocently as he could, asked, "What?" Another spray of water hit his face. Wiping the drops off, he inquired, "What are you doing here? We have chores, you know."
"I'm already done with mine. YOU are the one who shouldn't be here. You're always so slow in finishing."
"No I'm not. It's just that my tasks are way harder than yours."
"No, they're not. You're just slow."
Strong arms reached out to tickle Tris. He fell down in a heap on the forest floor, trying to rid himself of the thick fingers digging into his ribcage, giggling from the sensation. After a while, his breathing increased, and he was alternately laughing and wheezing. Managing to sit up, he swatted the hands away. Yvan was grinning like a maniac, "Hah. See? You're helpless against me."
"Am not."
A taunt, "Then I shall tickle you, and you shouldn't laugh or giggle or squirm away. If you can manage that, I'll concede. And say that you're definitely stronger than I am."
Contemplating carefully, Tris finally agreed, "Ok."
Yvan pushed him back down and started tickling him. Tris closed his eyes in concentration. Biting his lower lip, he lay as still as he could as his "brother" did everything he could to make him laugh. The chestnut-haired teen's gaze wandered up to look at his companion's expression. Somehow, his eyes were caught by how the other bit his lip. Gulping, he said, "Stop it."
Silver eyes opened slightly, and the expression on the face turned to that of confusion, but still, the lower lip was trapped under a set of pearly whites.. Unable to stop himself, Yvan leaned over and pressed his own lips on Tris'. Shocked, the latter stayed still for a while, before pushing the bulky guy off him, "What are you doing, Van?"
Getting up, the raven-haired one left the forest.
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Maybe the narrator should mention that at the age of sixteen, both had grown to be very fine young men. Well, the other had a body that was enough to make Greek athletes cry, and the other had a beauty that surely would make Aphrodite, Hera, and even Athena, jealous. They both seemed to be in their twenties, although not in the looks part, but how they carried themselves. Of course they also had sparks of immaturity, they were still children, after all.
How beautiful was Tristesse? How strong was Van? Both of these could be illustrated by one incident.
The two were growing really good. They were adept in farm work, domestic stuff, and all practical chores. However, they had no education, and were therefore, illiterate. Damian and Lynd never held books in their hands, so they very well couldn't teach the two. They would have been satisfied the way they were, until one day Tris came home with a book he got from the market. He was told it was interesting, but got frustrated when he couldn't even decipher what it said. Yvan of course, couldn't care less.
After weeks of trying, a stroke of luck came. The winds were howling outside, so the family decided to stay in. Although worried about their plants and animals, they couldn't go out and risk their lives. Suddenly, a slightly loud knock was heard on the door. Damian, getting his rifle, approached it, then flung the door open, and aimed his rifle. A very disheveled man stood, eyes widened at the gun, and he slowly raised his hands up. He stuttered, "I.. I'm not up to anything bad. I just need shelter…"
It turned out that the guy was a teacher of royalty, but he was kicked out of the palace because he was framed for doing something bad. He didn't want to discuss what he was accused of. Tristesse was happy beyond words that finally, someone could teach them. Damian and Lynd decided to pass on being taught as well, while Yvan was forced to study.
It was clear after a week that Tris had a very brilliant mind. Yvan was on the slow side, but seeing Tris improve rapidly, he did his best, and managed to catch up a little. The teacher, Faelan, seeing that Yvan really liked knights and all those, trained him with the sword. Both teenagers excelled in what they chose to focus on. And it had been just a month. They both learned how to read, write, do math, the ways on how to do art, how to properly combat, and the ways of royalty. It wasn't surprising that the two carried all these all too well, after all, they WERE of royal blood. They also found out that their teacher was definitely a gentleman. It wasn't surprising that he had asked for both Van and Tris to sleep on separate beds now that they were sixteen, and that a curtain be put in between them. After all, marriage between two beings of the same gender was not unusual in their country. He didn't know that the two were not actually brothers (and they had all grown tired of telling people that they really weren't brothers), so he found their being too close unnerving.
After a lot of protesting, it was Tris, who finally agreed and the two now slept on separate beds.
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So where do the answers to the two former questions come in?
One night, perhaps Faelan was drunk, or he was simply driven by the rush of blood that he attacked Tris. That's how beautiful Tris was: any man would go after him, even though he didn't do anything. He could make the mind so muddled and people would forget how to think, and only follow the desires of the body. (It was definitely a wonder how Damian could stand it).
It was a little past midnight already, and the two were soundly asleep. Faelan had crept up on Tris' bed, and pinned him down effectively, trying to rip the cloths encasing his body off him. Faelan wanted to take in as much as he could. Bucking as strongly as he could, the effeminate youth tried to break free, and shout for help, after all, Yvan was right beside him, through the curtain. But their teacher had managed to cover his mouth, and prevented any noise from getting out. Caught up in his task, the older man didn't notice Yvan getting up and seeing the scene before him, flew into a rage.
This is how strong Yvan is: With just his bare hands, he managed to break four of Faelan's ribs, his wrist, and right leg, beyond repair. Waking both Damian and Lynd up with his shouts of anger, they could only watch when Yvan dragged the former teacher out the door, and brought him to who-knows-where. They did know that Yvan was too gentle to actually kill someone. But when it came to Tristesse, who knows?
No one really dared bring up the incident again. It brought too many painful memories for both Van and Tris.
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Yomi waited patiently in the dining hall. He mused on his past experiences with Kurama, both as a Youko, and now, as a ningen. He knew they had their share of bad memories, of betrayals and hurts… of happy and good moments… and instances that brought good memories. Stretching his ki, Yomi felt around his kingdom, pride growing at the thought of his scope increasing.
But his ultimate conquest, that being a certain redhead, was becoming quite a possibility… He was certain that the idea was near his grasp. He could taste it. He could sense it.
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It seemed that it was certainly a year when a lot of things were supposed to happen. This was the year when they also met Rubled.
He was a prince visiting the land, serving as a negotiator to create an alliance between his own country and this one. Translation: he was to pick a blue-blood from this country to wed, therefore, creating a bond between two nations. He was also just sixteen, with blond hair and amethyst eyes. Immature as he was, he couldn't care less if the two countries declared war against each other. As long as he had a comfortable life, he would be happy, and satisfied. That is why he had wandered far off from the castle he found suffocating, although hospitable. Imagine some number of girls flirting with you all day, add to that some of the very persistent guys… what a world.
In his aimless riding, he chanced upon this forest, and saw one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen so far. He couldn't tell whether it was a 'she' or a 'he'. Who cares anyway? At that moment, Rubled knew that this was the person he was to love in this lifetime, and perhaps even after. Spying as silently as he could, he followed the lithe figure as 'he' took a bucket of water from the river, walked a few short meters, then carefully poured water over a garden. When Rubled finally regained his senses, it was already nearing dark, and knowing they were probably scouring the lands for him, regretfully headed 'home'.
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"Oi, Urameshi!"
A heavy hand hit Yuusuke in the head. Rubbing the sore spot, he turned around, and caused himself to become wet since he was supposedly spraying the fruits from the fruit stand. Cursing loudly, he turned the thing off, and took a rag and wiped himself off. The guy who hit him had a look of annoyance and amusement on his face, as he said, "Man, you're really trying to get fired. Quit daydreaming, you're creating a puddle!"
The half-youkai simply threw the rag angrily and headed for the mop. He was missing Kurama terribly.
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It became a habit to visit the enchanting being he saw. It was funny how the two met.
Rubled had been watching 'him' draw water from the river, devouring the profile of the other. As 'he' exited, Rubled knelt down where the other had been, and sighed quite contentedly, when a voice interrupted his thoughts, "Excuse me, are you ok, sir?"
Turning around, the prince almost fell into the water, if not for a strong pair of arms who supported him. Tris leaned closer to the amethyst-eyed stranger to carefully inspect if he had wounds. Van, meanwhile was about to protest the closeness, so he removed his arms, and allowed the guy to fall to the ground. Being so near Rubled had caused Tris to go forward as well, and he landed softly on the former's torso. He liked the feel of the velvet cloth on his cheek, so he remained there. There's no need to say that the prince was in heaven right now. Yvan, jealous beyond word now, peeled Tris off him and brought him as far as possible, saying, "Tris, he might be like Faelan!"
"But… he seems different, Van. What you did was rude!"
The longhaired beauty approached Rubled and knelt down beside him, "Will you be all right sir? Your nose is bleeding…"
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After the proper introductions, Rubled was brought to their humble little house to be introduced to his parents. Yvan and Rubled were both civil to each other. Civil, only when Tris faced them. They somehow knew that they would be fighting for the same person in the future. At first, no one knew Rubled was a prince. After all, he was a brash, young teen, very opposite Yvan's knightly principles, and Tris' finesse.
Both Lynd and Damian were horrified that a prince was in their house, after all they had stolen one prince themselves, and the son of a knight. They feared that the appearance of this prince would cause a lot of changes, and their two sons to be taken away. They were right.
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One day, the king, Astaire had followed Rubled, along with a few knights, since he thought that the young prince had been plotting something against his kingdom. They had posted spies at strategic places, and when they saw him disappear though a simple house, the king was fetched, escorted by his men. There, they knocked on the door, and was surprised to see an old man going out of the house. Damian was scared as hell, but luckily, he acted coolly, sort of guessing that the king didn't remember him. The three kids had gone out of the house to play somewhere, so they had nothing to be scared about. Yet.
Without warning, three beings had torn out of the bushes at the side, caught up in their game too much to notice the group surrounding the little house. Their sudden entrance had surprised a knight, who was chewing on an apple, and succeeded in blocking out his air hole. He fell off his horse. Immediately, the other knights tried to find a cure. No one knew the Heimlich maneuver just yet. Suddenly, Yvan shouted, "Tris."
Tristesse ran to him, and with such an ease, Yvan lifted him up in the air, and the elfin creature landed with both feet on the fallen knight's stomach, causing the stuck apple to pop out, and the blue complexion to fade away to a more healthy color. Both the strength of the muscular boy, and the beauty of the one he carried astounded the knights.
Damian, seeing that anytime, the king would recognize the boys, ordered, "You boys go in the house." He had used the time when the king was reprimanding the prince for going out on his own, blah… However, Damian's voice had also caught Astaire's attention. He finally noticed the two "brothers", and he immediately knew, that these were the two. The two whom everyone thought to be dead in the fire.
And they both probably knew. Somehow, for they didn't listen to the father they grew up with. Both Yvan and Tris stood bravely amidst the knights, as if waiting to be recognized. Astaire dismounted his horse, and trembling, reached out to embrace Yvan, tears falling, he cried out, "My son. My son…"
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The two were asked to move in to the castle. Actually, Yvan was the only one asked, but he wouldn't leave without Tristesse. Rubled had also insisted that Tris be brought with them. Damian and Lynd refused to go, and didn't do anything to stop the two from leaving. They knew that this day would come.
Once in the castle, they caused quite a stir. Immediately, they both had fans. In Yvan's case, flirting women followed with eyes everywhere. In Tris', add to that the long line of suitors who followed him everywhere. It was funny, how everyone seemed to accept that Yvan was Astaire and Megara's son when Tris looked so much like his real sisters – reed-thin, pale complexion. He even had his father's silver eyes. Only the eldest, Edanna, seemed to realize that Tris was actually their brother, and Yvan, Gwent's son. But Megara had made her promise not to tell. Megara's mind had once again, begun to make an evil plot.
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Mukuro was frustrated. She had been trying to get Hiei to actively participate in the meetings they had, but the fire demon was so out of it, he didn't even growl or curse or say 'hn'. He did not snap at the incompetent fools in the army, nor did he flame any idiot who crossed his path. Actually, he had been pretty injured by even the lowest ranking youkais.
A tic forming on her forehead, she snapped at a subordinate, "Get me Hiei!"
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Megara didn't expect to be as close to Yvan as she was now. He was certainly like the son she's never had. Her two sons were so distant to her, since they were constantly seeking their father's approval, so that no one would actually listen to her problems. When she first called for Yvan, she wanted to hate him. She really did, but once he was there, he was so candid, so ready to listen that she couldn't help but like him. However, she knew that she still had to go through her plot, both for her real son's sake, and for their kingdom's. She told Yvan, "I'm dying…"
And although he didn't actually grow up with her, Yvan felt pity for this forgotten woman, and he stayed by her side at night. He also expressed his want to bind with Tristesse. Cringing from this, Megara knew she would never allow anyone from Gwent's family to marry within theirs, or else Gwent would use that as a reason to overthrow her husband. Even if it were Yvan. So she told him, "No, you can't bind with him yet… You must wait when I'm dead before you bind with him. I can't tell you the reason yet, but I have prepared it, so that you may read it when I pass away… But for now, you can not. And promise me that you won't tell him that I was the one who requested it. Promise me on your honor."
And Yvan, the softhearted knight that he was, replied, "I promise."
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Of course, this caused a lot of complications for our two young couple. Megara had made sure that whenever Van went, girls would follow him around, promising each one that they may be a prospect for becoming his wife. When she found out Rubled's interest in Tristesse, of course, she encouraged him; after all, he was royalty. Whenever she saw Tris hurt, she would think to herself, You just have to wait and bear it for now, my son… Soon, you'll be happy. I'll make sure you will be…
There was one instance when Rubled and Tris were walking down the path to a garden, when, from somewhere afar, Tris saw Van. He had been thinking of him the whole day, and there he was – with a horde of women. Trying to shake off the feeling of jealousy building up inside him, the silver-eyed youth approached, only to see a girl faint into Van's arms. That was it, he turned around abruptly, and dragged Rubled away with him. Van, seeing this, called out, "Tris! Tris, wait up!"
But the women would not let him pass.
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As you grow up, puberty is unavoidable. Van's seemed to be quite early, as we all witnessed in the first part of the story. Rubled's… judging from his mischievous nature, you would think he had it since the beginning. And Tris'… Well, his was just beginning. It was amusing when he first tried to seduce Van.
With the help from Edanna, he had formulated a plot. He had forced Van to go riding with him, and, with a stroke of luck, it rained hard that day. Lagging behind a bit, he went down from his horse, then caused it to run away fast, past Van, and the latter, seeing that Tris wasn't on the horse, immediately went back, and found him against a tree, hand nursing an ankle. He went closer, "Tris?"
"My ankle, it hurts!"
Van started to approach him, and stopped when he noticed that the white robe that Tris wore was almost see-through now. The cloth hung quite suggestively on Tris, and all these was made worse with the long black tresses that got plastered to the pale face, making him look so… damn irresistible. Van gulped all these down and started to carry his 'brother'. He started to make his way back to the castle, when Tris yelled, almost violently, "Van, there's a shelter nearby, let's stay there. It's closer. I don't think I can stand the cold."
After about a minute, they made it to the little hut. After entering, Tris all too eagerly started to peel his clothes off. Blushing, Van turned around. At this, the effeminate teen was irritated. They had never been shy of their bodies before. But they had never been old enough (together) to know what shyness was. Now they were old enough, and aware of their own sexuality. So now, how to make Van notice him?
Hissing slightly in pain, Tris bent leaned backward and closed his eyes, as if trying to will away the sting. Hearing the sound, of course, made Van instinctively turn to ask if he was ok. The sight that met him made him blush from head to toe. A totally naked Tris, on the ground, leaning back, as if presenting himself. Panicking, afraid he would just hurt Tris, Van jumped and headed towards the door and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge.
"What are you doing? You'll die in the rain out there. And why don't you take your clothes off? You'll freeze to death!", came the innocent taunt.
But Van wouldn't turn around. He kept trying to shake the door. Suddenly, he noticed something unusual. For a house that was about to fall apart, the hinges on the door seemed absolutely new. His suspicions were confirmed when He saw from a slightly small hole on the door that it was bolted from the outside. Mustering up all his strength, he managed to break the wood apart. Tris was shocked, he protested, "Van, I can't survive strong rain like that!"
Throwing a long blanket he spotted on the floor to Tris, he ran out, saying, "Cover yourself, and wait for me. I'll be back with some help."
What a plan.
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The second time wasn't really a seduction, it more of just.. happened.
Of course, after the rejection Van did, Tristesse was a little more than sour. He totally ignored Van for a week. At that span of time, Rubled managed to inch his way even closer o Tris. The prince had found the love of his life tending to a garden. He looked around, and as a greeting, said, "Where's that brute?"
It was unexpected, but Tris suddenly sniffled, and flung himself in Rubled's arms. Trying to score some points, he asked, "What's wrong? I'm here.. Don't worry about it… I'm here…"
Voice muffled from where he was, Tristesse explained, "I hate Van. He's.. He's such a flirt! He would get really close with others, but not with me! He doesn't like me anymore!"
Jealous as he was, he couldn't really say bad things about his rival. One thing he learned while spending time with the two is that you can insult generally anything, just NEVER say bad points about the other. He simply asked, "Does he know you're feeling this way."
"Of course. I cry every night, so he is always kept awake."
Not even bothering to ask, since he had gotten used to this weird thing going on between the two of them, Rubled simply opted to hold Tris close. As slowly as he could, as if trying to not scare a little kitten away, he kissed the ebony-haired youth on the forehead, then on the cheek. Surprised, but not actually repulsed by the sensation, Tris looked through half-wet eyelashes. Soon, their lips went closer…
--- only to be pulled away roughly. Rubled was flung backwards as Van carried Tris away on his shoulder.
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"What were you doing?!"
"None of your business. (Put me down)."
Yvan unloaded his shoulder. "What do you mean it's none of my business? You were…" Yvan's grip tightened on the other's upper arms. "And.. I.. You!"
Shaking himself free, he said coldly, "If you can't even finish a sentence, don't speak at all. What right have you to tell me what I should be doing? You're no one in my life!"
Stepping in front of him, Van exploded, "No one in your life? How could you say that? I am EVERYTHING, in your life! Or was it only one-sided? We're you just pretending?"
A slap. "Pretending? I have constantly been faithful to you… But you.. you go cavorting with women everyday! You always… show off your strength and try to impress them."
"And you! You always go around with Rubled! You let people stare at you like your some sort of mannequin in display!"
"What do you suggest I do about it, go around with a box of carton on my head so that-"
Grabbing him, Yvan stopped him with a forceful kiss on the mouth. He let go. Tris sank on his knees in shock. In all the times when Yvan would kiss him, they felt playful… but that was… different. Yvan knelt in front of him and touched his cheek, softly, drawing circles on it. He moved even closer, until their lips touched.
They couldn't understand the frenzy that overtook them, nor did they try to. All they knew was that they had to follow their instinct. It was as if with every layer of clothing shed, a tiny barrier was removed. But suddenly, Yvan stopped. Tris tried to pull him back, but to no avail. Standing dejectedly, the elfin-like creature accused, "You really hate me, don't you? You find me so horrible and repulsive.. Am I that ugly to you, Yvan?"
Cringing at having been called by his full name, he tried to explain, "Tris – I don't hate you.. I –"
"Then why can't you kiss me straight?"
"I-" I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself…
"Why won't you bind with me right now?"
"I can't tell you…"
"Then you just lost me".
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The plot was almost done. Just a little turn of the screw was needed for everything to start working.
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Without telling her husband, Megara had signed the contract, betrothing Tris to Rubled. She then ordered Tris to be locked in a room, with Brenta as the watch guard. The wedding was tonight. At first, Brenta had been cold. But who could help but melt at the sight of a distressed angel?
She handed Tris a little statue, and told him to hit her with it, enough to render her unconscious, so he could leave and find Yvan.
Love knew no bounds.
Tris escaped as silently as he could.
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Tris found him in his room, currently removing his training clothes. He flung himself to the quite large man, "Yvan, you must take make away now and marry me."
Yvan was confused. He couldn't understand, "Why?"
"Just take me away right now, I don't want to stay here any longer!"
Yvan was torn. He had given his promise to his 'mother', "I can't."
"You won't bind with me?"
"I want to Tris! But – "
"What's wrong, Van? Why don't you tell me anything anymore? Why…?"
He wanted to tell him, but he was sworn to secrecy. He couldn't, "I'm sorry Tris.. But… when all this is over, we'll be together always. And we'll live happily-"
"When all this is over, I will be dead! Don't you understand, Van?" managing to regain his composure, Tristesse tried to act coldly, "If you don't go with me now, Yvan, you will lose me forever…"
Yvan reached out, but Tris moved backwards. In a soft voice, the former apologized, "I'm sorry Tris… I really can't…"
Turning around, Tris gave a final farewell, "You will love me and yearn for me, but never have me."
He left.
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The ceremony had been fast.
The priest was paid to make it a speedy event. Rubled, taking Tris by the hand, led them to the bedchamber, wherein the latter out rightly rejected his advances. The prince protested, "We are now wed, why don't you love me still?"
"My heart died earlier today. I can't love without a heart."
"You will love me!"
Turning violently to face Rubled, Tris half-shouted, "I will never! I can never…"
Screaming in rage, the blond youth headed towards the door, "No matter what, Tris. Even if you love another, you will be mine."
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Yvan woke up, panting. He just had… When he looked up, he saw Brenta standing at the foot of his bed. He jumped up, "Brenta, is Megara calling for me?"
As he proceeded to get his robe, Brenta replied, "No, I came here to tell you that Tris was wed to Rubled today."
Frozen in his tracks, he replied with a shaky voice, "You are… lying, are you not? You are highly mistaken! Tris would never – "
"He didn't have a choice, my lord."
Van ran out the door as fast as he could.
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The door was almost smashed open. Van's eyes scoured the room and soon found Tris lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His steps heavy, the bulky guy approached and asked softly, hurt evident in his voice, "What have you done?"
Not moving at all, Tris replied, "What are you doing here? I am waiting for my husband to come and take me."
Van grabbed Tris' wrist, but the latter wouldn't budge at all. Even when he exerted a lot of effort, the thin reed youth didn't even wince or protest. Yvan spoke, voice filled with pain, "You may not be with me, Tris, but you will love no one else, but me."
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Three curses given. Fates intertwined.
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It would have been better if the story ended happily. But only the first part has been revealed. After numerous deaths, the story still continues until today.
Sixteen... is a good year to die.
Tris had climbed up to a tower and was about to throw himself down, when Yvan came. Embracing the silver-eyed teen, they fell from the top, pummeled to the ground, and died happy.
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"Kurama!"
Gracefully, the neck turned to look down at a little boy with horns, "Yes?"
"You're zoning out again! Let's hurry up, Papa's hungry!"
Still quite out of it, the redhead allowed himself to be led away.
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And somewhere still, in the Makai, a pair of eyes, the color or burning charcoal opened as well.
Only one word on his lips, "Kurama…"
Yeah, it was so hurried, I guess.. I was.. really not in the mood to write, and felt like crap, so the story ended as crap. Really sorry, guys…
Will do better next time.
I don't know when the next chapter will be posted… Maybe as soon as life gets better…
snickers at Rubled - you could read it like 'ruble' with a 'd'.
laughs at guys saying to each other, "marry me"
The same preview as last time:
Preview of Chapter 9, Hybrid:
Something lay buried in the ground. Under grass. Under the June rain.
A small, forgotten thing, nothing that the world would miss.
But both of them knew that there are things that can be forgotten. And things that cannot – that sit on dusty shelves like stuffed birds with baleful, sideways-staring eyes.
"You cannot delay this any further. Either you give a yes or a no."
"But I don't want to make a choice yet. I'm not yet ready to make a choice."
Ah, please review!