Blood of the Past
Rayne
Rayne@dngmail.com
Teaser: After their battle with Esstet, Weib comes across another problem, this time, dealing with their past.
Spoilers: Episodes 1-24 (whole series)
//blah// Denotes flashbacks
"blah" Denotes conversations
~blah~ Denotes shift in scenes
'blah' Denotes thoughts
Note: Finally finished this! Oh…This chapter could get very confusing and things would begin to be *very* fast paced. J
Chapter Two: Reflection of a Stranger
"Rayne, are you happy like this?"
"Yes…why wouldn't I be? I have everything."
"Everything?"
"Yes, everything."
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//"This is a lie, ne, Manx-san?"
"Ie, Omi. This is the truth. This is your fate."
"Fate?"
"Hai."
"Fate to become a killer…?"
Silence.
"Ie…I'm just dreaming, ne?"
"…"
"Sou ka."
Tears.
Tears in the silence.
Tears for the silence.
Dream.
This is a dream.
A dream for forever.
This is a dream.
A dream of forever.//
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Cullen nodded, a thin line set on his face. He frowned, staring at the bright blue sky as if it would provide him answers. He was lying down on the grass of their vast garden, sword by his left, and Rayne by his right - a few feet between them. He frowned, watching as a cloud danced over another.
"No what I meant is, do you regret it?"
"Regret what?"
"The past, the present, everything! Being with me, finding Aya, being part of Esstet, simply…everything?"
A frown graced Rayne's features and he shifted, turning over to lie directly beside Cullen, his hands leaning a top the broad chest and his head by the heart.
"No, I don't regret anything…except maybe that I'm afraid."
Cullen looked at him from the corner of his eyes, contemplating the words.
"Afraid of what?"
"I don't know. Maybe because I've grown too independent on you and I'm afraid to loose you, or maybe because there's something strange I feel. It's like, it's Aya. He feels like you. He's almost like you. And Esstet. I feel their anger. I don't know for who, but I feel their anger."
Cullen thought this over, nodding slightly. Aya…there was something about him. He carried an air of mystery and something else…something like danger. And there was another one, a young one. Cullen could feel his presence. It was low and seemed nothing to worry about but Cullen knew that somehow -somehow-, this younger one was more dangerous than Aya. He frowned deeper, snapping out of it and glared at the sun.
"Get inside Rayne. Let's go."
Rayne looked up from the position of his head on Cullen's chest. He growled, an uncommon thing for him and stood up, brushing grass from his clothes.
"It's going to rain, hurry up Master."
Cullen stood up, brushing off strays of lemon grass from his hair and glared playfully at Rayne.
"Oh yes oh evil labor ass stick up greatness."
The younger boy gave an indignant gruff and turned around, stomping towards shelter. Moments later, Cullen was also running for shelter as rain fell.
"Heh! There's going to be storm."
"Uhn."
Rayne grinned in answer, snuggling closer to the blonde.
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A knock on his door. He lifted his head, waiting for the other person in the door when finally he put it back down.
"Omi, hey, come on, why don't you go out? Let's go eat on fast-food or something. Ice cream? Honey beans? Chocolate cakes?!"
Omi grumbled, turning away from the door.
"Go away Ken."
"Douka Omi, open the door."
"Just go away Ken."
From the other side, Omi couldn't see Ken roll his eyes and take something from his pocket. Omi ignored it when he heard a tiny sound of a 'click' and when he heard the lock of the door being attempted to be open to no avail. He also ignored when he heard another small 'click'.
Ken tapped on the door from outside and tried the door lock again, he grinned, opening the door and pushing it open.
"Hahah! See! The master is here!"
Omi's eyes grew large and in an instant he was sitting up and facing Ken. Ken was grinning triumphantly, shutting the door behind him. Omi snorted and rolled his eyes, moving a little in his bed.
"Yeah, ri~ght Ken-kun. Any four of us could do that you know. And you happen to just be able to do it under two minutes which doesn't break Yohji's record of thirty-eight seconds."
Ken made an indignant sound plopped down on the edge of Omi's bed.
"Yeah, well, I'm a beginner you know!"
Omi just rolled his eyes again and shifted farther to the wall, giving more space to Ken. Ken happily obliged, bounding on the space given.
"Ne, Omittchi, why so gloomy?"
Ken prodded, turning puppy eyed looks to the blondes' direction. Omi growled, pulling the blanket Ken was clutching on to.
"Go away Ken-kun. I don't feel like doing anything today that's all."
"Oh? And you haven't felt like doing anything since Aya had been gone?"
Ken hadn't meant it that way. He hadn't meant to say it harshly, and most specially not when Omi's mood was beginning to be better. He wanted to apologise and opened his mouth only to close it again after seeing the anger that flashed in Omi's eyes.
"Don't. Don't Say Anything, Ken. Partially, maybe you are right."
Ken smiled at this, feeling less uneasy when Omi turned back to look at him, slightly less angrier.
"But I won't give you the delight in acknowledging what you said. As far as I know Ken, Aya left in anger for me and he hadn't even said a word to any of us. I'm not asking you to understand though, nor Yohji. Both of you might not understand this and you might think of me as a kid who had lost his favourite toy. But I'm pass that Ken, and, not meaning to sound rude anymore to you, leave. I'm asking you to leave now Ken."
"Demo! Gomen nasai Omi. I know how much you care for him and how much you do love him, and most of all, we would never blame you for Aya's leaving! I didn't mean it to sound as if we were accusing you of anything Omi because we aren't. We're, Yohji and I-"
"Leave Ken. Now."
"Listen Omi-"
"I said Leave NOW!"
Omi tried to stop from shouting, he really did. And he turned around, away from facing Ken, tears brimming the corner of his eyes.
Then, they both turned, eyes nodding and understanding, and ran to Yohji. Aya. Yohji had said Aya!
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//"A-Aya!"
Both heads turned to the direction of Yohji's voice, Ken standing up and running behind Omi. They skidded to a stop in front of Yohji's door, Omi pushing it almost forcibly open.
"Nanda to?!"
"What the fuck?! You DON'T know?! Well, what the hell-"
Their conversation was cut when Yohji turned, finding Omi and Ken by his doorway, obviously gaping at him. Omi was by the floor, slipping there and staring right -past- him to the reflection.
"Aya-kun?"
The Aya in the other side -smiled-, an unusual thing, and nodded his head towards Omi.
"Aa."
Ken passed out from shock by the doorway, in a crumpled heap of flesh by Omi's foot.
"K'so."//
"Iya…this is a dream, ne, Yohji-kun?"
5th. 5th question. Damn same question.
Omi rapped at the mirror, big blue eyes imploring. Aya grunted in the other side, rolling his eyes. Yes, very un-Aya-like.
"Omittchi, I didn't know you dreamt about me! Aya is going to get jealous!"
Omi blushed full well, his outburst earlier forgotten. He'd been too happy upon seeing Aya he'd forgotten his misunderstanding with Ken. Well, that didn't matter now, after all, Ken was lazily snoozing out on Yohji's bed much to the latter's -easily detected amusement- distaste. He gave out an indignant squeak and turned back to Aya.
Aya, on the other hand, was gently knocking on the mirror, tapping it, hitting it non-too-gently and all other possible things a madman would do.
He was even tracing the light and dark pattern mixtures of a dragon. No, two dragons that looked like they were intertwined, perfectly carved and masterfully crafted. It was, needless to say, perfect.
Aya frowned. No, it wasn't perfect. There was something wrong, and he couldn't place what it was.
"Moi! Aya-kun, what are you doing now?"
Aya turned up, frowning.
"I'm trying to figure out how this mirror is a connection to both worlds."
Omi grinned, nodding.
"Demo-~ Aya-kun, it just a mirror!"
"…"
Omi sighed. This was futile, conversation with Aya was almost impossible. He turned back again at the slowly waking Ken and remembered his earlier outburst. He blushed again, turning away and keeping his eyes from looking at Aya, Ken or Yohji. Instead, he focused them on the slowly growing knot on Ken's forehead. Gods, it looked ugly. Omi found himself chuckling, staring at it while criticizing it. After all, what more was there left to do? But, first of all, he'd have to apologise to Ken. He coughed, clearing his throat. Two heads turned to him, Ken was too preoccupied trying to wake up.
"I'm going to get ice for Ken-kun's bruise."
"Sure Omittchi. Just be back."
Aya growled on the other side of the mirror, glaring at Yohji.
"Hentai."
"Temee!"
"…"
"Hah! I win against you, you- you- ice cube with a stick up in your ass!"
Aya rolled his eyes again on Yohji's uncharacteristic behaviour.
Omi rummaged through their freezer, looking for a decent pack of ice for Ken. He sighed, finding one that stuck all-too-tightly on the freezer container. He grunted, padding to the cupboard to look for an ice pick. Using his right hand, he rummaged around, feeling for an ice pick while using his left hand to lean and balance on their counter.. He grinned when he'd felt the small object, standing on his toes to reach it, and yelped when his balance left him even before he managed to get the pick.
"Eh!" Omi -somehow- managed to pick himself up from the crumpled heap he'd been and began to clean the mess he'd made. Ooh, good that Aya wasn't here or he'd probably get another scolding. He glared at the final mess he'd made, a pack of broken glass. Great.
"Mitte Omi, look at what you've done. Omi no baka."
Omi bit his lower lip, beginning to clean up the mess he'd made. He slowly began to pick up the small pieces of broken glass.
When he'd finished, he glared at the closed door of their freezer and opened it, ripping the ice off desperately. It had been a battle of 'how long you could hold' and 'how hard your grip is' but finally, Omi managed to get the ice with the use of a -now- beaten up spoon instead of the ice pick.
He half-ran upstairs, again nearly tripping on the steps. When he'd reached Yohji's room, he was panting for breath.
"Whoa Omittchi, we had you been? To England and back? You look almost like Ken when he's a klutz!"
Omi grew red from embarrassment and tossed Yohji the ice pack. Yohji gratefully took and ruefully pressed it against Ken's forehead, laughing his ass off when Ken reacted with a yelp.
Aya meanwhile, was still in his own world, tapping the mirror, punching it and even glaring at it. Who knows? It might even work. He turned, frowning suddenly. At the same time Omi grunted, staring hardly at their elder blonde.
"Yohji, stop singing."
"Douka Yohji-kun. We'll loose more profit when your singing begins the downfall of harder rain."
"Hey!"
Yohji put a hurt look on his face and pushed the waking Ken making the brunette fall to the floor with a thud. For a lover, Yohji just didn't fit the sweet type.
"I'm NOT EVEN singing!"
Aya frowned in deeper concentration and Omi gave Yohji a bailing look. Gods would know it was Yohji singing but it wasn't.
"Matte."
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Cullen sighed, annoyed, his brows knotting together. The Lords had called for a session just when he'd gotten started with Rayne. Oh yes, what else could happen? The destruction of the Earth. Definitely not impossible.
"The merging of-"
'Blah, blah, blah'
"and the des-"
'Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah'
Cullen twisted his pen, letting it roll of to the right then to the left. He watched it roll in the uneven planes and tried to shut his mind. He even began to sing to himself when he'd heard a familiar chant.
Ah, of course, today's a full moon so the elders of Esstet would no doubt be performing another ritual. And their spells are just beginning to get weirder. He'd pondered about it and remembered their previous spell binding, something about two worlds becoming one and the blahs. He'd remembered that after the spell, Aya had shown up, a perfect example of how Esstet's spells worked. He stuck out his tongue, continuing to roll the pen. He was even beginning to unconsciously hum the new chant and it seemed very familiar. He stopped his actions, pondering when he'd heard it. Three weeks ago. Yes, three weeks ago! About the time when Aya appeared. That means-
"Wait. What is that chant?"
He leaned forward, eagerly anticipating for the answer.
"It's a new spell they made Lord Grishman."
He rolled his eyes. Oh how he'd like to kick this guy's rump.
"Yes, I know. But what KIND of spell?"
"Something to bring the future to us I believe. They said it should work for a connection, like a mirror, a time travel experience. Like playing with the astral planes." " Is something wrong Lord Grishman?"
"What kind of mirrors?"
A pause.
"Spell bound mirrors. Mirrors with the dragon edge heads."
Cullen not so accidentally banged his head on the table. It was just as he suspected! He stood up, leaving the pen on the table and bounded for the door.
"Nothing."
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"It's not singing."
"Hai, it's like…chanting."
"Chanting? As in chants?"
"Hai, like spell chants."
Yohji frowned, his mind trying to place these little details being fed to him. Aya, on the other hand was looking around the room, studying it reproachfully. He turned to the mirror, looking at Yohji's room, as if…waiting for something. He leaned in closer and squinted, lightly taking a small step back.
"Ne, doushite, Aya-kun?"
Omi tilted his head, curious, and leaned in forward towards the mirror. He rested his right palm on the mirror and leaned, closer, and closer still…
…and fell.
Fell on something, warm and hard.
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Cullen ran, needlessly crashing against servants and tables. Carelessly pursuing forward. He halted before directly coming to a full-blown crash with-
"Master Cullen?"
"Rayne!"
He gave out a grateful sigh, grabbing for the smaller boy's wrist. He ran again, dragging Rayne with him towards Aya's room.
"Wait! Where are going?"
"I think I know what's wrong!"
"Eh? What-"
"Aya! He's the future!"
Rayne grunted, pushing a little more effort and ran deeper, further. Cullen knew what was wrong? Then…that was a good thing wasn't it?
Finally, gratefully, both couples stopped and they both pushed the wooden door of the guest room, eyes squinting against the sudden light.
"Aya!"
Aya turned, almost falling over to the floor when something tumbled on him. He grunted, glaring at whatever it was, and found Omi sprawled against him.
Cullen grimaced, and cursed, silently daring Esstet.
"Too late."
Blood of the Past: Chapter Two written by Rayne ™ September 7, 2001, 7:46. Send me your comments: rayne@dngmail.com Flames will be used to roast their senders.
"Truth is seen from one's eyes." ~ Rayne ™
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own any of the Weib Kreuz characters. They belong to Koyasu Takehito, Tsuchiya Kyoko and Project WK © 1997. Please do not sue me for borrowing them. However, Rayne, Cullen, Chris and Nathane belong to me. Piracy of these characters without my permission will be chased after by Farfie. ^O^
Rayne
Rayne@dngmail.com
Teaser: After their battle with Esstet, Weib comes across another problem, this time, dealing with their past.
Spoilers: Episodes 1-24 (whole series)
//blah// Denotes flashbacks
"blah" Denotes conversations
~blah~ Denotes shift in scenes
'blah' Denotes thoughts
Note: Finally finished this! Oh…This chapter could get very confusing and things would begin to be *very* fast paced. J
Chapter Two: Reflection of a Stranger
"Rayne, are you happy like this?"
"Yes…why wouldn't I be? I have everything."
"Everything?"
"Yes, everything."
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//"This is a lie, ne, Manx-san?"
"Ie, Omi. This is the truth. This is your fate."
"Fate?"
"Hai."
"Fate to become a killer…?"
Silence.
"Ie…I'm just dreaming, ne?"
"…"
"Sou ka."
Tears.
Tears in the silence.
Tears for the silence.
Dream.
This is a dream.
A dream for forever.
This is a dream.
A dream of forever.//
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Cullen nodded, a thin line set on his face. He frowned, staring at the bright blue sky as if it would provide him answers. He was lying down on the grass of their vast garden, sword by his left, and Rayne by his right - a few feet between them. He frowned, watching as a cloud danced over another.
"No what I meant is, do you regret it?"
"Regret what?"
"The past, the present, everything! Being with me, finding Aya, being part of Esstet, simply…everything?"
A frown graced Rayne's features and he shifted, turning over to lie directly beside Cullen, his hands leaning a top the broad chest and his head by the heart.
"No, I don't regret anything…except maybe that I'm afraid."
Cullen looked at him from the corner of his eyes, contemplating the words.
"Afraid of what?"
"I don't know. Maybe because I've grown too independent on you and I'm afraid to loose you, or maybe because there's something strange I feel. It's like, it's Aya. He feels like you. He's almost like you. And Esstet. I feel their anger. I don't know for who, but I feel their anger."
Cullen thought this over, nodding slightly. Aya…there was something about him. He carried an air of mystery and something else…something like danger. And there was another one, a young one. Cullen could feel his presence. It was low and seemed nothing to worry about but Cullen knew that somehow -somehow-, this younger one was more dangerous than Aya. He frowned deeper, snapping out of it and glared at the sun.
"Get inside Rayne. Let's go."
Rayne looked up from the position of his head on Cullen's chest. He growled, an uncommon thing for him and stood up, brushing grass from his clothes.
"It's going to rain, hurry up Master."
Cullen stood up, brushing off strays of lemon grass from his hair and glared playfully at Rayne.
"Oh yes oh evil labor ass stick up greatness."
The younger boy gave an indignant gruff and turned around, stomping towards shelter. Moments later, Cullen was also running for shelter as rain fell.
"Heh! There's going to be storm."
"Uhn."
Rayne grinned in answer, snuggling closer to the blonde.
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A knock on his door. He lifted his head, waiting for the other person in the door when finally he put it back down.
"Omi, hey, come on, why don't you go out? Let's go eat on fast-food or something. Ice cream? Honey beans? Chocolate cakes?!"
Omi grumbled, turning away from the door.
"Go away Ken."
"Douka Omi, open the door."
"Just go away Ken."
From the other side, Omi couldn't see Ken roll his eyes and take something from his pocket. Omi ignored it when he heard a tiny sound of a 'click' and when he heard the lock of the door being attempted to be open to no avail. He also ignored when he heard another small 'click'.
Ken tapped on the door from outside and tried the door lock again, he grinned, opening the door and pushing it open.
"Hahah! See! The master is here!"
Omi's eyes grew large and in an instant he was sitting up and facing Ken. Ken was grinning triumphantly, shutting the door behind him. Omi snorted and rolled his eyes, moving a little in his bed.
"Yeah, ri~ght Ken-kun. Any four of us could do that you know. And you happen to just be able to do it under two minutes which doesn't break Yohji's record of thirty-eight seconds."
Ken made an indignant sound plopped down on the edge of Omi's bed.
"Yeah, well, I'm a beginner you know!"
Omi just rolled his eyes again and shifted farther to the wall, giving more space to Ken. Ken happily obliged, bounding on the space given.
"Ne, Omittchi, why so gloomy?"
Ken prodded, turning puppy eyed looks to the blondes' direction. Omi growled, pulling the blanket Ken was clutching on to.
"Go away Ken-kun. I don't feel like doing anything today that's all."
"Oh? And you haven't felt like doing anything since Aya had been gone?"
Ken hadn't meant it that way. He hadn't meant to say it harshly, and most specially not when Omi's mood was beginning to be better. He wanted to apologise and opened his mouth only to close it again after seeing the anger that flashed in Omi's eyes.
"Don't. Don't Say Anything, Ken. Partially, maybe you are right."
Ken smiled at this, feeling less uneasy when Omi turned back to look at him, slightly less angrier.
"But I won't give you the delight in acknowledging what you said. As far as I know Ken, Aya left in anger for me and he hadn't even said a word to any of us. I'm not asking you to understand though, nor Yohji. Both of you might not understand this and you might think of me as a kid who had lost his favourite toy. But I'm pass that Ken, and, not meaning to sound rude anymore to you, leave. I'm asking you to leave now Ken."
"Demo! Gomen nasai Omi. I know how much you care for him and how much you do love him, and most of all, we would never blame you for Aya's leaving! I didn't mean it to sound as if we were accusing you of anything Omi because we aren't. We're, Yohji and I-"
"Leave Ken. Now."
"Listen Omi-"
"I said Leave NOW!"
Omi tried to stop from shouting, he really did. And he turned around, away from facing Ken, tears brimming the corner of his eyes.
Then, they both turned, eyes nodding and understanding, and ran to Yohji. Aya. Yohji had said Aya!
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//"A-Aya!"
Both heads turned to the direction of Yohji's voice, Ken standing up and running behind Omi. They skidded to a stop in front of Yohji's door, Omi pushing it almost forcibly open.
"Nanda to?!"
"What the fuck?! You DON'T know?! Well, what the hell-"
Their conversation was cut when Yohji turned, finding Omi and Ken by his doorway, obviously gaping at him. Omi was by the floor, slipping there and staring right -past- him to the reflection.
"Aya-kun?"
The Aya in the other side -smiled-, an unusual thing, and nodded his head towards Omi.
"Aa."
Ken passed out from shock by the doorway, in a crumpled heap of flesh by Omi's foot.
"K'so."//
"Iya…this is a dream, ne, Yohji-kun?"
5th. 5th question. Damn same question.
Omi rapped at the mirror, big blue eyes imploring. Aya grunted in the other side, rolling his eyes. Yes, very un-Aya-like.
"Omittchi, I didn't know you dreamt about me! Aya is going to get jealous!"
Omi blushed full well, his outburst earlier forgotten. He'd been too happy upon seeing Aya he'd forgotten his misunderstanding with Ken. Well, that didn't matter now, after all, Ken was lazily snoozing out on Yohji's bed much to the latter's -easily detected amusement- distaste. He gave out an indignant squeak and turned back to Aya.
Aya, on the other hand, was gently knocking on the mirror, tapping it, hitting it non-too-gently and all other possible things a madman would do.
He was even tracing the light and dark pattern mixtures of a dragon. No, two dragons that looked like they were intertwined, perfectly carved and masterfully crafted. It was, needless to say, perfect.
Aya frowned. No, it wasn't perfect. There was something wrong, and he couldn't place what it was.
"Moi! Aya-kun, what are you doing now?"
Aya turned up, frowning.
"I'm trying to figure out how this mirror is a connection to both worlds."
Omi grinned, nodding.
"Demo-~ Aya-kun, it just a mirror!"
"…"
Omi sighed. This was futile, conversation with Aya was almost impossible. He turned back again at the slowly waking Ken and remembered his earlier outburst. He blushed again, turning away and keeping his eyes from looking at Aya, Ken or Yohji. Instead, he focused them on the slowly growing knot on Ken's forehead. Gods, it looked ugly. Omi found himself chuckling, staring at it while criticizing it. After all, what more was there left to do? But, first of all, he'd have to apologise to Ken. He coughed, clearing his throat. Two heads turned to him, Ken was too preoccupied trying to wake up.
"I'm going to get ice for Ken-kun's bruise."
"Sure Omittchi. Just be back."
Aya growled on the other side of the mirror, glaring at Yohji.
"Hentai."
"Temee!"
"…"
"Hah! I win against you, you- you- ice cube with a stick up in your ass!"
Aya rolled his eyes again on Yohji's uncharacteristic behaviour.
Omi rummaged through their freezer, looking for a decent pack of ice for Ken. He sighed, finding one that stuck all-too-tightly on the freezer container. He grunted, padding to the cupboard to look for an ice pick. Using his right hand, he rummaged around, feeling for an ice pick while using his left hand to lean and balance on their counter.. He grinned when he'd felt the small object, standing on his toes to reach it, and yelped when his balance left him even before he managed to get the pick.
"Eh!" Omi -somehow- managed to pick himself up from the crumpled heap he'd been and began to clean the mess he'd made. Ooh, good that Aya wasn't here or he'd probably get another scolding. He glared at the final mess he'd made, a pack of broken glass. Great.
"Mitte Omi, look at what you've done. Omi no baka."
Omi bit his lower lip, beginning to clean up the mess he'd made. He slowly began to pick up the small pieces of broken glass.
When he'd finished, he glared at the closed door of their freezer and opened it, ripping the ice off desperately. It had been a battle of 'how long you could hold' and 'how hard your grip is' but finally, Omi managed to get the ice with the use of a -now- beaten up spoon instead of the ice pick.
He half-ran upstairs, again nearly tripping on the steps. When he'd reached Yohji's room, he was panting for breath.
"Whoa Omittchi, we had you been? To England and back? You look almost like Ken when he's a klutz!"
Omi grew red from embarrassment and tossed Yohji the ice pack. Yohji gratefully took and ruefully pressed it against Ken's forehead, laughing his ass off when Ken reacted with a yelp.
Aya meanwhile, was still in his own world, tapping the mirror, punching it and even glaring at it. Who knows? It might even work. He turned, frowning suddenly. At the same time Omi grunted, staring hardly at their elder blonde.
"Yohji, stop singing."
"Douka Yohji-kun. We'll loose more profit when your singing begins the downfall of harder rain."
"Hey!"
Yohji put a hurt look on his face and pushed the waking Ken making the brunette fall to the floor with a thud. For a lover, Yohji just didn't fit the sweet type.
"I'm NOT EVEN singing!"
Aya frowned in deeper concentration and Omi gave Yohji a bailing look. Gods would know it was Yohji singing but it wasn't.
"Matte."
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Cullen sighed, annoyed, his brows knotting together. The Lords had called for a session just when he'd gotten started with Rayne. Oh yes, what else could happen? The destruction of the Earth. Definitely not impossible.
"The merging of-"
'Blah, blah, blah'
"and the des-"
'Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah'
Cullen twisted his pen, letting it roll of to the right then to the left. He watched it roll in the uneven planes and tried to shut his mind. He even began to sing to himself when he'd heard a familiar chant.
Ah, of course, today's a full moon so the elders of Esstet would no doubt be performing another ritual. And their spells are just beginning to get weirder. He'd pondered about it and remembered their previous spell binding, something about two worlds becoming one and the blahs. He'd remembered that after the spell, Aya had shown up, a perfect example of how Esstet's spells worked. He stuck out his tongue, continuing to roll the pen. He was even beginning to unconsciously hum the new chant and it seemed very familiar. He stopped his actions, pondering when he'd heard it. Three weeks ago. Yes, three weeks ago! About the time when Aya appeared. That means-
"Wait. What is that chant?"
He leaned forward, eagerly anticipating for the answer.
"It's a new spell they made Lord Grishman."
He rolled his eyes. Oh how he'd like to kick this guy's rump.
"Yes, I know. But what KIND of spell?"
"Something to bring the future to us I believe. They said it should work for a connection, like a mirror, a time travel experience. Like playing with the astral planes." " Is something wrong Lord Grishman?"
"What kind of mirrors?"
A pause.
"Spell bound mirrors. Mirrors with the dragon edge heads."
Cullen not so accidentally banged his head on the table. It was just as he suspected! He stood up, leaving the pen on the table and bounded for the door.
"Nothing."
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"It's not singing."
"Hai, it's like…chanting."
"Chanting? As in chants?"
"Hai, like spell chants."
Yohji frowned, his mind trying to place these little details being fed to him. Aya, on the other hand was looking around the room, studying it reproachfully. He turned to the mirror, looking at Yohji's room, as if…waiting for something. He leaned in closer and squinted, lightly taking a small step back.
"Ne, doushite, Aya-kun?"
Omi tilted his head, curious, and leaned in forward towards the mirror. He rested his right palm on the mirror and leaned, closer, and closer still…
…and fell.
Fell on something, warm and hard.
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Cullen ran, needlessly crashing against servants and tables. Carelessly pursuing forward. He halted before directly coming to a full-blown crash with-
"Master Cullen?"
"Rayne!"
He gave out a grateful sigh, grabbing for the smaller boy's wrist. He ran again, dragging Rayne with him towards Aya's room.
"Wait! Where are going?"
"I think I know what's wrong!"
"Eh? What-"
"Aya! He's the future!"
Rayne grunted, pushing a little more effort and ran deeper, further. Cullen knew what was wrong? Then…that was a good thing wasn't it?
Finally, gratefully, both couples stopped and they both pushed the wooden door of the guest room, eyes squinting against the sudden light.
"Aya!"
Aya turned, almost falling over to the floor when something tumbled on him. He grunted, glaring at whatever it was, and found Omi sprawled against him.
Cullen grimaced, and cursed, silently daring Esstet.
"Too late."
Blood of the Past: Chapter Two written by Rayne ™ September 7, 2001, 7:46. Send me your comments: rayne@dngmail.com Flames will be used to roast their senders.
"Truth is seen from one's eyes." ~ Rayne ™
DISCLAIMERS: I do not own any of the Weib Kreuz characters. They belong to Koyasu Takehito, Tsuchiya Kyoko and Project WK © 1997. Please do not sue me for borrowing them. However, Rayne, Cullen, Chris and Nathane belong to me. Piracy of these characters without my permission will be chased after by Farfie. ^O^