Larva...
Chapter 3: Musings and a golden-haired temptress
By: Miyu
Miyu@miyu.nu
http://miyu.nu
Author's notes are at the bottom of the page.
...
The next day went along somewhat smoothly. Pasuzu was busy in meetings with the shinma counsel today, and Larva had the day to himself. Spartoi was no doubt spending his time with Amy. Larva could never quite see the reason for homosexuality. He had nothing against it, but he had always preferred woman.... their soft, rounded breasts, and long floral-scented hair. He especially liked the way that they tasted. A smirk crossed his feline features. He would need to bed a woman before leaving for Japan ...for he doubted that women in Japan could be nearly as fair as the locals.
Lost in thought, Larva made his way to the fencing court to train. He had promised to meet Cait Sith there to do a bit of dueling. He wasn't particularly fond of that 'egotistical bastard', as he liked to call him, but a good match with his "cousin" now and then was a superb stress-reliever. They were equally matched, which enraged Cait Sith... and that made dueling all the more interesting.
"Off in a dream world today, cousin?"
Larva raised his head, and narrowed his gaze at the sexy, tanned male in front of him. Something about Cait Sith's aura made Larva uneasy. He always had an air of deviousness to him.
"Shut up, Cait Sith." He rolled his eyes, and took a sword from the rack on the wall of the lavish court.
"Well well, a bit moody are we not? This wouldn't have anything to do with your father, now would it?"
Larva scowled.
"I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut unless you have something particularly useful to say, cousin." He took his stance.
"Ah, do I sense a hint of bitterness, Larva? It wouldn't have to do with the fact that I bedded Lady Carlua a fortnight ago..?" Cait Sith smirked cruelly, taking his stance, and lunging forward artfully, jabbing his blade towards Larva's breastpeice.
"You have wounded me, dear cousin, to insinuate that I would be so petty as to feel rivalry to you for such a trivial thing such as that woman." Larva clenched his teach, somehow managing to sound rather ambivalent towards Cait Sith's comment, and sidestepped effortlessly.
"So I see. Pity me, I assumed that you were fond of the woman, thus I felt terrible after I had done the deed." The bronze-skinned youth pouted slightly, his voice oozing mockery. He stepped to the left, and landed a blow to Larva's unguarded shoulder.
"It is a pity, a pity that you could not find a fairer woman. Surely you could do better, friend. 'Tis why I, myself, denied the Lady the pleasure of bedding with myself." Larva grinned, unaffected by his momentary lapse of skill, his words sharp.
Cait Sith's eyes bore daggers.
"Enough talk."
Dodging Larva's counter, Cait Sith attempted to catch the fair-haired beauty from his unguarded right side, but Larva quickly predicted his move, stepping back, and pinning his fencing sword to Cait Sith's suit, right above his heart.
"Touche."
Stepping back, Cait Sith pulled off his mask, followed by Larva, and ran his finger through his lavender hair.
"Good match, friend. However be on your guard, next time you will not be so lucky."
Larva said nothing, but turned and walked towards the castle. He would change, and begin to prepare his strategy for the voyage to come. As he reached an out-of-earshot distance from Cait Sith, he whispered to himself
"I am always on my guard with you, *dear* cousin."
...
The daylight was fading, and the murmur of the slight wind through the tree branches was slowly fading into a dead stillness. Larva felt a bit sick at his stomach as he lit up his delicate, cherry wood tobacco pipe. Things were changing all around him, and as much as his yearning for new and grand adventures welcomed the thought of these novelties of young adulthood, his heart remained fixed and afraid of movement. He had a pang of unease about leaving again.... as if he may never come back.
He shook his head and took a deep drag off of his pipe. Smoke swirled around his elegant, long fingers like a vine around a cedar. He was thinking too much again.
Weeks ago; hell, years ago times like this moment... rare instances of solitude were his only beloved escape. But now he was yearning for something more. It confused him... it was certainly not another feeling he could rationalize. Maybe this was the reason he was becoming more and more reluctant to go to Japan. He was subconsciously afraid to find the answer to that yearning; for inside him there was still a voice grasping for his past fervently, refusing the inevitable changes that were taking place in the world.
...
"What do you think you will do about it then, Lady Carlua?" The brunette handmaiden purred, as she carefully and methodically ran the cyan-colored brush through the golden blonde wavy locks of her mistress.
"What else is there to do? I must follow him. There is no other way. There has not been enough time for me to win his heart, and his leaving now is more of a setback than I could afford. I will prepare a ship of my own to leave a day after his leaves port."
"Is that wise, milady?" The handmaiden cautiously leaned back, casting her eyes downward. Carlua stood, and lifted her arms, signaling for her servants to undress her, and prepare her for her bath. "The King certainly will not be pleased; as you would certainly be a distraction to the Prince's duties..."
"Don't be a stupid girl, Batheal." she scolded, smirking. "He doesn't need to know where I am going. You will write a letter to him," Carlua motioned to her mahogany boudoir across the room. "and you will say that I am leaving for Spain, to vacation."
"As you wish, milady."
...
Author's notes:
So, what do you think so far? ^_- Let me know. Your input is always welcome, especially if you have suggestions for upcoming chapters or events. I am a flexible writer, and I would love to use some of your ideas! So what do you think Carlua's planning to do to Larva...? How will Larva react? And what is awaiting our blue-haired bishounen in his yearlong stay in Japan?
*** ANNOUNCEMENT! ***
Due to numerous emails I have gotten requesting that I bring back "Crimson", I am offering you guys a deal! If you can get me 20 email requests, and 50 review requests (in this story's review section), I will bring back Crimson and I will finish it!!!
If ya'll can do that, I will completely revamp Crimson, and make it the most exciting it's been yet. I promise. ^_^
Good luck!
Chapter 3: Musings and a golden-haired temptress
By: Miyu
Miyu@miyu.nu
http://miyu.nu
Author's notes are at the bottom of the page.
...
The next day went along somewhat smoothly. Pasuzu was busy in meetings with the shinma counsel today, and Larva had the day to himself. Spartoi was no doubt spending his time with Amy. Larva could never quite see the reason for homosexuality. He had nothing against it, but he had always preferred woman.... their soft, rounded breasts, and long floral-scented hair. He especially liked the way that they tasted. A smirk crossed his feline features. He would need to bed a woman before leaving for Japan ...for he doubted that women in Japan could be nearly as fair as the locals.
Lost in thought, Larva made his way to the fencing court to train. He had promised to meet Cait Sith there to do a bit of dueling. He wasn't particularly fond of that 'egotistical bastard', as he liked to call him, but a good match with his "cousin" now and then was a superb stress-reliever. They were equally matched, which enraged Cait Sith... and that made dueling all the more interesting.
"Off in a dream world today, cousin?"
Larva raised his head, and narrowed his gaze at the sexy, tanned male in front of him. Something about Cait Sith's aura made Larva uneasy. He always had an air of deviousness to him.
"Shut up, Cait Sith." He rolled his eyes, and took a sword from the rack on the wall of the lavish court.
"Well well, a bit moody are we not? This wouldn't have anything to do with your father, now would it?"
Larva scowled.
"I'd advise you to keep your mouth shut unless you have something particularly useful to say, cousin." He took his stance.
"Ah, do I sense a hint of bitterness, Larva? It wouldn't have to do with the fact that I bedded Lady Carlua a fortnight ago..?" Cait Sith smirked cruelly, taking his stance, and lunging forward artfully, jabbing his blade towards Larva's breastpeice.
"You have wounded me, dear cousin, to insinuate that I would be so petty as to feel rivalry to you for such a trivial thing such as that woman." Larva clenched his teach, somehow managing to sound rather ambivalent towards Cait Sith's comment, and sidestepped effortlessly.
"So I see. Pity me, I assumed that you were fond of the woman, thus I felt terrible after I had done the deed." The bronze-skinned youth pouted slightly, his voice oozing mockery. He stepped to the left, and landed a blow to Larva's unguarded shoulder.
"It is a pity, a pity that you could not find a fairer woman. Surely you could do better, friend. 'Tis why I, myself, denied the Lady the pleasure of bedding with myself." Larva grinned, unaffected by his momentary lapse of skill, his words sharp.
Cait Sith's eyes bore daggers.
"Enough talk."
Dodging Larva's counter, Cait Sith attempted to catch the fair-haired beauty from his unguarded right side, but Larva quickly predicted his move, stepping back, and pinning his fencing sword to Cait Sith's suit, right above his heart.
"Touche."
Stepping back, Cait Sith pulled off his mask, followed by Larva, and ran his finger through his lavender hair.
"Good match, friend. However be on your guard, next time you will not be so lucky."
Larva said nothing, but turned and walked towards the castle. He would change, and begin to prepare his strategy for the voyage to come. As he reached an out-of-earshot distance from Cait Sith, he whispered to himself
"I am always on my guard with you, *dear* cousin."
...
The daylight was fading, and the murmur of the slight wind through the tree branches was slowly fading into a dead stillness. Larva felt a bit sick at his stomach as he lit up his delicate, cherry wood tobacco pipe. Things were changing all around him, and as much as his yearning for new and grand adventures welcomed the thought of these novelties of young adulthood, his heart remained fixed and afraid of movement. He had a pang of unease about leaving again.... as if he may never come back.
He shook his head and took a deep drag off of his pipe. Smoke swirled around his elegant, long fingers like a vine around a cedar. He was thinking too much again.
Weeks ago; hell, years ago times like this moment... rare instances of solitude were his only beloved escape. But now he was yearning for something more. It confused him... it was certainly not another feeling he could rationalize. Maybe this was the reason he was becoming more and more reluctant to go to Japan. He was subconsciously afraid to find the answer to that yearning; for inside him there was still a voice grasping for his past fervently, refusing the inevitable changes that were taking place in the world.
...
"What do you think you will do about it then, Lady Carlua?" The brunette handmaiden purred, as she carefully and methodically ran the cyan-colored brush through the golden blonde wavy locks of her mistress.
"What else is there to do? I must follow him. There is no other way. There has not been enough time for me to win his heart, and his leaving now is more of a setback than I could afford. I will prepare a ship of my own to leave a day after his leaves port."
"Is that wise, milady?" The handmaiden cautiously leaned back, casting her eyes downward. Carlua stood, and lifted her arms, signaling for her servants to undress her, and prepare her for her bath. "The King certainly will not be pleased; as you would certainly be a distraction to the Prince's duties..."
"Don't be a stupid girl, Batheal." she scolded, smirking. "He doesn't need to know where I am going. You will write a letter to him," Carlua motioned to her mahogany boudoir across the room. "and you will say that I am leaving for Spain, to vacation."
"As you wish, milady."
...
Author's notes:
So, what do you think so far? ^_- Let me know. Your input is always welcome, especially if you have suggestions for upcoming chapters or events. I am a flexible writer, and I would love to use some of your ideas! So what do you think Carlua's planning to do to Larva...? How will Larva react? And what is awaiting our blue-haired bishounen in his yearlong stay in Japan?
*** ANNOUNCEMENT! ***
Due to numerous emails I have gotten requesting that I bring back "Crimson", I am offering you guys a deal! If you can get me 20 email requests, and 50 review requests (in this story's review section), I will bring back Crimson and I will finish it!!!
If ya'll can do that, I will completely revamp Crimson, and make it the most exciting it's been yet. I promise. ^_^
Good luck!