Note: Just going to finish the chapter and pray that it makes sense...I
didn't get to finish it when it was on paper...
The Dark Side: The Prophecy of 5,000 Years Ago
The lights flickered in the dimly lit passageway as the night time sky
gave little to no light from the stars visible through the castle
window.
Manta blinked as he watched a young boy with black hair similar to Yoh
was brought before an alter and held tightly there in place and a
ceremonial priest took his place before the young boy.
In the priest's cloak, standing before the boy who looked like Yoh, was
himself, holding a dagger to his shoulder.
"Yoh Asakura, you are being tried on the crimes of possession by
Destruction, aiding the murder of three future children, insanity, and
treason to this steeple. What is your say?" the Priest Manta asked.
Yoh looked down for a moment as Priest Manta placed the dagger by his
cheek, making no answer.
"Your silence proves guilt, so I must say your punishment. Yoh Asakura
for the crime of possession by Destruction you will bare one child with
aid of one similar to myself to cleans your captured soul when you are
reborn in a total of 5,018 years. For the crim of murder of the three
future Princesses, you will be made to serve as a Repenting Lonestar,
the lowest level of what you serve as now in this Steeple with talking
to the Spirit. For the insanity charge, the judgement is unfair, but
the punishment is loneliness in your reborn state for the first half of
your life in human company. Finally, for the crime of treason against
the steeple, you must be put to death, cursed with the mark of your
death when you are reborn, to show the future your punishment."
Manta gasped as he watched Yoh's face turn pale in surprise and his jaw
dropped widely.
"Manta, please, the steeple's rules are wrong- don't go through with
this!" Yoh begged.
Priest Manta just closed his eyes and looked away as Yoh was dragged
from the alter and relieved of his shirt while his wrists were chained.
"Yoh Oyamada, formerly Yoh Asakura, we've been in love for a little
over two years now, and just because of the rules, that won't change."
Yoh closed his eyes and cried silently.
Priest Manta gave Yoh a soft kiss on the lips as he shed one tear.
Manta watched in horror as Priest Manta carved a gentle M and C onto
Yoh's stomach with the dagger, watching as Yoh showed no sign of pain
but instead that of intense dread and minor excitement, wishing he
could run to Yoh and help him out, but finding his legs unable to move
him.
Priest Manta suddenly thrust the dagger quickly into Yoh's back and
traced a heart-shaped pattern into his back.
The beginning of a scream reached Yoh's lips, but was soon strangled as
darkness overcame him and he lost his conciousness and, as quickly as
it happened, it was over, and he took his last breath.
The scene became hazy as an oddly colored fog rolled in and hid
everything from view.
As the fog rolled out, Manta found his legs once more movable, and he
looked around, only to see the scene had changed. The location looked
like a dimly-lit room, a rather large one at that. As Manta looked
around, he noticed a young man behind a desk staring at a picture from
across a tube.
The young man looked up as the door opened and a second young man came
into the room.
"Sir." the youn man said. "Those ten years ago?"
"What about them?" replied the young man from behind the desk, whom now
was noticably wearing a Priest's outfit.
"What did the letters 'MC' stand for, Father Oyamada?"
"They stood for what I said, Brother Ren, they stood for the words
Miracle Child. Which the child will be."
"Miracle Child?"
"Yes." It will be formed by Yoh, the one rules ordered I put to death,
though it was unfair, he will carry it and have it. It will be very
dangerous to have, but it will purify my love's soul to its original
state of being. When he's reborn, he'll have to be born to a family of
something other than what he was. I can't handle him dying again in
front of my eyes."
"What if he were born to the SHaman line of family again?" Ren asked.
"The chances of that are very highly unlikely. If it were to occur,
though, the Prophecy would be off course, and his soul would be pulled
free, and he would meet me before time, causing the Child to be born
sooner. If that were to happen, he would most likely end up dying for
the same reason he's to have the child when he's reborn."
Manta watched as he saw Ren turn to face a large tube a few feet across
the room from the desk and bow to it.
The scene sped up to him as he saw Priest Manta rise and walk to the
tube. Priest Manta breathed on the tube, fogging it up slightly. As
he put his finger up to it, he moved his finger across it so that the
words "I miss you, my love" were written on it.
Manta gasped as he looked inside the tube. Inside, Yoh's body was
frozen in suspended animation, eyes closed, arms by his sides, his
bangs limply by his frowning face, so lifelike that Manta expected him
to open his eyes at any moment.
As the scene fogged over, Manta's eyes flew open and he sat straight up
in the bed.
Persperation dripped down his face as he looked around blindly in the
darkness, reaching his hand out to feel his surroundings to get a grip
on his location.
As Manta's hand hit something smooth and soft, he heard a soft moan
from beside him. Looking to where the sound had come from, Manta
squinted to try and better his view.
"Oh, Manta." Yoh's voice said sleepily, penetrating the darkness.
"You're full of stamina, aren't you?"
"Yoh?" Manta asked confusedly.
Yoh yawned as he put his hand over Manta's gently, pulling it to his
lips and kissing it. "We've already done it ten times in the last
three hours." he muttered.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I don't even recall going to
sleep myself."
Yoh frowned and cracked his eyes open slightly. "You're sweating.
What's wrong?" he asked.
"I just had a bad dream, I guess." Manta replied. "Go back to sleep."
"Alright." Yoh yawned again as he said. "Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams."
As Yoh drifted back to sleep, he rolled over onto his side, so that his
back was now facing Manta.
Manta looked at Yoh's bare back as he put his arm over his side and
gasped. When had the heart-shapped scar appeared? Reaching to Yoh's
back, Manta ran his fingers across his back, over the scar, receiving a
pleased but tired make-shift moan.
"Sorry." Manta apologized again.
Yoh rolled over and pinned Manta to the bed, kissin g him before he
turned the kiss into a french. "I can't sleep if you're going to be
hitting on me all night long." he purred as he felt Manta's hands begin
to rub his stomach.
"I'm sorry, you just looked so good laying there." Manta half-lied.
"I guessed." Yoh said as he squirmed under Manta's teasing hands.
Manta dragged his fingers across Yoh's stomach gently, adding more
tension to the boy above him as he traced an 'M' and 'C' aover the
present, vaguely felt 'M' and 'C' on his stomach.
How was this happening? It was a dream, wasn't it?
The thought was banished from his mind, however, as he heard a heated
moan come from the young Shaman above him, who was now starting to
squirm under his touch even more than before, trying to get him to move
his hands lower.
Mant apushed Yoh back gently as he kissed his neck. As Yoh's head
landed on the pillow, Manta smiled smugly as he pulled himself down on
Yoh, entering without warning and hearing a silent scream of "oh"
emitted from his lover below.
"Make that ten times into an eleven." Manta said as Yoh's back arched
off the bed towards him.
Yoh panted as a sharp pain ran through him, but was quickly deminished
by the pleasure that was mounting, and he put the thought from his mind
as he lost the ability to speak for the time being.
didn't get to finish it when it was on paper...
The Dark Side: The Prophecy of 5,000 Years Ago
The lights flickered in the dimly lit passageway as the night time sky
gave little to no light from the stars visible through the castle
window.
Manta blinked as he watched a young boy with black hair similar to Yoh
was brought before an alter and held tightly there in place and a
ceremonial priest took his place before the young boy.
In the priest's cloak, standing before the boy who looked like Yoh, was
himself, holding a dagger to his shoulder.
"Yoh Asakura, you are being tried on the crimes of possession by
Destruction, aiding the murder of three future children, insanity, and
treason to this steeple. What is your say?" the Priest Manta asked.
Yoh looked down for a moment as Priest Manta placed the dagger by his
cheek, making no answer.
"Your silence proves guilt, so I must say your punishment. Yoh Asakura
for the crime of possession by Destruction you will bare one child with
aid of one similar to myself to cleans your captured soul when you are
reborn in a total of 5,018 years. For the crim of murder of the three
future Princesses, you will be made to serve as a Repenting Lonestar,
the lowest level of what you serve as now in this Steeple with talking
to the Spirit. For the insanity charge, the judgement is unfair, but
the punishment is loneliness in your reborn state for the first half of
your life in human company. Finally, for the crime of treason against
the steeple, you must be put to death, cursed with the mark of your
death when you are reborn, to show the future your punishment."
Manta gasped as he watched Yoh's face turn pale in surprise and his jaw
dropped widely.
"Manta, please, the steeple's rules are wrong- don't go through with
this!" Yoh begged.
Priest Manta just closed his eyes and looked away as Yoh was dragged
from the alter and relieved of his shirt while his wrists were chained.
"Yoh Oyamada, formerly Yoh Asakura, we've been in love for a little
over two years now, and just because of the rules, that won't change."
Yoh closed his eyes and cried silently.
Priest Manta gave Yoh a soft kiss on the lips as he shed one tear.
Manta watched in horror as Priest Manta carved a gentle M and C onto
Yoh's stomach with the dagger, watching as Yoh showed no sign of pain
but instead that of intense dread and minor excitement, wishing he
could run to Yoh and help him out, but finding his legs unable to move
him.
Priest Manta suddenly thrust the dagger quickly into Yoh's back and
traced a heart-shaped pattern into his back.
The beginning of a scream reached Yoh's lips, but was soon strangled as
darkness overcame him and he lost his conciousness and, as quickly as
it happened, it was over, and he took his last breath.
The scene became hazy as an oddly colored fog rolled in and hid
everything from view.
As the fog rolled out, Manta found his legs once more movable, and he
looked around, only to see the scene had changed. The location looked
like a dimly-lit room, a rather large one at that. As Manta looked
around, he noticed a young man behind a desk staring at a picture from
across a tube.
The young man looked up as the door opened and a second young man came
into the room.
"Sir." the youn man said. "Those ten years ago?"
"What about them?" replied the young man from behind the desk, whom now
was noticably wearing a Priest's outfit.
"What did the letters 'MC' stand for, Father Oyamada?"
"They stood for what I said, Brother Ren, they stood for the words
Miracle Child. Which the child will be."
"Miracle Child?"
"Yes." It will be formed by Yoh, the one rules ordered I put to death,
though it was unfair, he will carry it and have it. It will be very
dangerous to have, but it will purify my love's soul to its original
state of being. When he's reborn, he'll have to be born to a family of
something other than what he was. I can't handle him dying again in
front of my eyes."
"What if he were born to the SHaman line of family again?" Ren asked.
"The chances of that are very highly unlikely. If it were to occur,
though, the Prophecy would be off course, and his soul would be pulled
free, and he would meet me before time, causing the Child to be born
sooner. If that were to happen, he would most likely end up dying for
the same reason he's to have the child when he's reborn."
Manta watched as he saw Ren turn to face a large tube a few feet across
the room from the desk and bow to it.
The scene sped up to him as he saw Priest Manta rise and walk to the
tube. Priest Manta breathed on the tube, fogging it up slightly. As
he put his finger up to it, he moved his finger across it so that the
words "I miss you, my love" were written on it.
Manta gasped as he looked inside the tube. Inside, Yoh's body was
frozen in suspended animation, eyes closed, arms by his sides, his
bangs limply by his frowning face, so lifelike that Manta expected him
to open his eyes at any moment.
As the scene fogged over, Manta's eyes flew open and he sat straight up
in the bed.
Persperation dripped down his face as he looked around blindly in the
darkness, reaching his hand out to feel his surroundings to get a grip
on his location.
As Manta's hand hit something smooth and soft, he heard a soft moan
from beside him. Looking to where the sound had come from, Manta
squinted to try and better his view.
"Oh, Manta." Yoh's voice said sleepily, penetrating the darkness.
"You're full of stamina, aren't you?"
"Yoh?" Manta asked confusedly.
Yoh yawned as he put his hand over Manta's gently, pulling it to his
lips and kissing it. "We've already done it ten times in the last
three hours." he muttered.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. I don't even recall going to
sleep myself."
Yoh frowned and cracked his eyes open slightly. "You're sweating.
What's wrong?" he asked.
"I just had a bad dream, I guess." Manta replied. "Go back to sleep."
"Alright." Yoh yawned again as he said. "Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams."
As Yoh drifted back to sleep, he rolled over onto his side, so that his
back was now facing Manta.
Manta looked at Yoh's bare back as he put his arm over his side and
gasped. When had the heart-shapped scar appeared? Reaching to Yoh's
back, Manta ran his fingers across his back, over the scar, receiving a
pleased but tired make-shift moan.
"Sorry." Manta apologized again.
Yoh rolled over and pinned Manta to the bed, kissin g him before he
turned the kiss into a french. "I can't sleep if you're going to be
hitting on me all night long." he purred as he felt Manta's hands begin
to rub his stomach.
"I'm sorry, you just looked so good laying there." Manta half-lied.
"I guessed." Yoh said as he squirmed under Manta's teasing hands.
Manta dragged his fingers across Yoh's stomach gently, adding more
tension to the boy above him as he traced an 'M' and 'C' aover the
present, vaguely felt 'M' and 'C' on his stomach.
How was this happening? It was a dream, wasn't it?
The thought was banished from his mind, however, as he heard a heated
moan come from the young Shaman above him, who was now starting to
squirm under his touch even more than before, trying to get him to move
his hands lower.
Mant apushed Yoh back gently as he kissed his neck. As Yoh's head
landed on the pillow, Manta smiled smugly as he pulled himself down on
Yoh, entering without warning and hearing a silent scream of "oh"
emitted from his lover below.
"Make that ten times into an eleven." Manta said as Yoh's back arched
off the bed towards him.
Yoh panted as a sharp pain ran through him, but was quickly deminished
by the pleasure that was mounting, and he put the thought from his mind
as he lost the ability to speak for the time being.