Title: A Tale of Two Hearts
Author: Eli
Rating: PG13
Summery: For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction. What do two kids hold that is so beautiful that it is terrifying? Read on.
Note: The girl in this is a human parody of my nymph character.
Feed back: I live to please. The more sent the better.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the original characters, I am not that lucky. ~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~ ..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~
One feels everything;
The other nothing.
But when the two hearts combine,
Two becomes one.
Tied souls never undone.
Forever to happen again.
A simple warning I tell
To those who would break their spell:
If they are truly parted, it will be lost.
Their fury would never stop,
Unless reunited, all will drop
Into the abyss that is end.
-Oracle of Delphi
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"Mr. Irons?"
"Yes, Vanessa?"
"There's a man, a Mr. Michaels, here to see you. Would you like me to send him in? He insists that it is very urgent."
Irons sighed. "Go ahead and send him in." A tall, blond man entered Irons' office.
"Christoph, what a pleasant surprise."
"There is nothing pleasant when you are involved, Irons."
"Irons? You had a much more affectionate name for me last I saw you."
"I was also an easily manipulated seven year old child."
"So Christoph, since I know you haven't come for bonding time, what do you want? Money, perhaps?"
"I don't want money. I never liked you, Irons. The situation you left my mother in is unredeemable, but there is something more important now then the past."
"And what would that be?"
"The future. I have been diagnosed with a very advanced case of brain cancer. They say I have less than a year."
"Interesting. So I suppose you want me to use my assets to find a cure?"
"No. I accept death and have no will to prevent it."
"Well you obviously didn't come to spend quality time, so why the hell are you here?"
"For him." Christoph threw a picture onto Irons' desk.
"And who is this strapping young lad?"
"My son, Blake."
"And what would you like me to do for him?"
"My wife died in child birth. She was an orphan and never had a family. After my death, he will have no relative left in this world, except you. I have never asked you for anything in the entire span of my life, till now. When I die, please become Blake's guardian."
"I would be over joyed to become the boy's watcher."
"Not watcher, his family. Not like what you've done to Ian. Don't just send him off to some reform school till he's eighteen and then cut him off."
"You said you don't like me, and yet you ask me such a big favor and expect me to follow it?"
"I am putting what I feel aside to ask you this as a son. Father, please promise me that after I die you will take in your grandson. I'm not asking for money, a cure, or even immortality. Just the reassurance I can leave this world knowing that Blake can be with his family. Will you do this for me, Father?"
"Yes, son. I will do this. But I don't want to see him or you till it's time. Agreed?"
"Agreed. Good-bye, Father."
"Good-bye Christoph, my son." Christoph slammed the doors behind him. "I shall never see you alive again."
-Eight months later-
Dear Mr. Irons,
I am sorry to inform you of the death of your son, Christoph Markus Michaels. I send my up most sympathies for your lost. He was a very excellent man. He has left all his belongings to his only son, Blake Antony Michaels, whose guardianship has fallen into your hands. He is 15 years old and greatly resembles his father. He is very reluctant to leave, but will be come to your home in New York on Friday, October 13. He will be accompanied by a Mrs. Ellison, who is a family friend. I hope you get on with your grandson very well.
Sincerely, Jonathan E. Swanson, attorney. -October 13, 2002-
"Your grandson has just arrived, sir."
"Good. Send him in, Ian."
"There is a lady with him who wishes to converse with you."
"It is too late in the night and I am a busy man. I only have time to speak with my grandson. Send her off."
"Yes, sir."
Ian politely told the woman that it was not a good time and that Mr. Irons was anxious to meet his grandson, and that tomorrow would be better.
"All right, I'll speaks with em' tomorrow when I comes by to check on Blake. So go Blake, go meet your grandfather. I'll see ya's tomorrow."
"Good-bye Mrs. Ellison." He then followed Ian to the library.
"Ah, so you must be Blake. You do indeed look like your father." The boy had his father's blond hair and blue eyes. He was about 5'5" and skinny for a boy his age. The look he gave Irons showed that he didn't trust him and was very unlikely to. "Most people embrace other members of their family, especially those who have just met for the first time."
"No offense, but I am not 'most people', Grandfather."
"None taken. You are quite unique, as you must all ready know."
"I like to believe I do."
There was silence between them for a minute or two. Irons noticed Blake rubbing something on his wrist. "What is it that you have on your wrist?"
"Nothing of importance to you."
"I insist in knowing what it is you have there."
"And I insist you leave it alone." The boy's defiance seriously pissed off Irons. Irons walked over to him and forcibly lifted the boys sleeve up to reveal a necklace of pink beads wrapped around his wrist as a bracelet. "What the hell is this thing?"
Blake pulled away from his grasp. "A gift to me from my friend."
"Gift or not, that is not such a thing a boy as yourself should be wearing. Please remove it at once."
"It is not for you to decide what I do with my own things."
"But it is. All things are ultimately my decision. Now remove those beads!"
"No." Irons back handed Blake across the face. "Obey me!"
"I will not! I am your grandson, not your slave."
"You may be my grandson, but I will treat you any way I like." Irons tore the necklace off Blake's arm. Blake threw a right hook at his stomach and knocked Irons backwards. Irons stared at his grandson and then smiled. "You are strong, unlike your father." He regained his posture and then turned to Ian. "Please take Blake to his rooms so that he may rest. And afterwards, dispose of this." He threw the necklace to Ian, who caught it and shoved it into his pocket. "Yes, sir." He turned back to Blake. "Sleep well, grandson. Tomorrow will require much energy."
Blake just glared at him and followed Ian out of the room. Ian led him down a long hall way and then finally stopped in front of a door. "This is your room. Your bags were all ready brought up here." He opened the door to let Blake inside.
"Damn, this is huge." Ian held back a laugh at the boy's response. "Is this room to your liking?"
"Hell yeah!" Blake was going around the room touching everything he could get his hands on. Ian smiled slightly and pulled the necklace out of his pocket. "Here, this is yours." He tossed it over to Blake. "Thanks. You won't get in trouble, will you?" He put the necklace back on his arm.
"Only if he sees it again. If you're going to continue to wear it, I suggest you put it on your ankle. He wouldn't notice it there."
"Thanks, dude. By the way, what's your name?"
"My name is Ian Nottingham."
Blake stared at him for a minute. "You knew my father."
"Yes, I did. How did you know?"
"He told me that when he was younger and had to live with Irons, he had a friend who lived with them. He said the boy's name was Ian and that he was like a brother to him."
"Yes, we were very close when we were children. I mourned his recent passing and feel sorry that I could not attend his funeral."
"Yeah." Ian sensed the boy's sadness and decided to change the subject.
"That necklace seems an odd thing for a boy to wear, even if it is a gift. Who gave it to you?"
"My other half." Weird as it was, Ian understood exactly who the boy meant.
"What is she like?"
"Perfect."
"Have you told her how you feel?"
"No, I don't have to."
"So she returns your feelings?"
"Yes."
"Has she told you that?"
"No, she doesn't have to."
"You both trust each other very much."
"Does one not trust his own self?"
"You love her."
"Love is an understatement."
"She means a lot to you for someone of your age."
"Age doesn't matter. It's not like there's a huge age gap between us."
"How old are you both?"
"I'm 15. She's 14."
"Does she have a name?"
"Angels have no names."
"So your lady is an angel?"
"Of a sort, yes."
"So what do you call your angel?"
"Eli."
"Eli? That's an odd name for a girl."
"It fits her. I'll admit, she is very odd."
"The best among women always are."
"Sounds like someone knows from experience."
"Maybe. It's late and I have another matter of business to attend to, so I will leave now."
"All right see you in the morning." Blake collapsed onto the bed.
"Oh, and I suggest you unpack tonight. I doubt Irons will give you peace tomorrow."
"No, I won't bother. No offense, but I don't plan on staying long."
"Sorry to hear that. Good-night."
"Good-night."
Ian shut the door behind him and smiled at the thought of another rebel to stand up to Irons. "This should be interesting."
Eli: Should I continue? I think I will.
Author: Eli
Rating: PG13
Summery: For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction. What do two kids hold that is so beautiful that it is terrifying? Read on.
Note: The girl in this is a human parody of my nymph character.
Feed back: I live to please. The more sent the better.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the original characters, I am not that lucky. ~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~ ..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~
One feels everything;
The other nothing.
But when the two hearts combine,
Two becomes one.
Tied souls never undone.
Forever to happen again.
A simple warning I tell
To those who would break their spell:
If they are truly parted, it will be lost.
Their fury would never stop,
Unless reunited, all will drop
Into the abyss that is end.
-Oracle of Delphi
~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~ ..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~..~
"Mr. Irons?"
"Yes, Vanessa?"
"There's a man, a Mr. Michaels, here to see you. Would you like me to send him in? He insists that it is very urgent."
Irons sighed. "Go ahead and send him in." A tall, blond man entered Irons' office.
"Christoph, what a pleasant surprise."
"There is nothing pleasant when you are involved, Irons."
"Irons? You had a much more affectionate name for me last I saw you."
"I was also an easily manipulated seven year old child."
"So Christoph, since I know you haven't come for bonding time, what do you want? Money, perhaps?"
"I don't want money. I never liked you, Irons. The situation you left my mother in is unredeemable, but there is something more important now then the past."
"And what would that be?"
"The future. I have been diagnosed with a very advanced case of brain cancer. They say I have less than a year."
"Interesting. So I suppose you want me to use my assets to find a cure?"
"No. I accept death and have no will to prevent it."
"Well you obviously didn't come to spend quality time, so why the hell are you here?"
"For him." Christoph threw a picture onto Irons' desk.
"And who is this strapping young lad?"
"My son, Blake."
"And what would you like me to do for him?"
"My wife died in child birth. She was an orphan and never had a family. After my death, he will have no relative left in this world, except you. I have never asked you for anything in the entire span of my life, till now. When I die, please become Blake's guardian."
"I would be over joyed to become the boy's watcher."
"Not watcher, his family. Not like what you've done to Ian. Don't just send him off to some reform school till he's eighteen and then cut him off."
"You said you don't like me, and yet you ask me such a big favor and expect me to follow it?"
"I am putting what I feel aside to ask you this as a son. Father, please promise me that after I die you will take in your grandson. I'm not asking for money, a cure, or even immortality. Just the reassurance I can leave this world knowing that Blake can be with his family. Will you do this for me, Father?"
"Yes, son. I will do this. But I don't want to see him or you till it's time. Agreed?"
"Agreed. Good-bye, Father."
"Good-bye Christoph, my son." Christoph slammed the doors behind him. "I shall never see you alive again."
-Eight months later-
Dear Mr. Irons,
I am sorry to inform you of the death of your son, Christoph Markus Michaels. I send my up most sympathies for your lost. He was a very excellent man. He has left all his belongings to his only son, Blake Antony Michaels, whose guardianship has fallen into your hands. He is 15 years old and greatly resembles his father. He is very reluctant to leave, but will be come to your home in New York on Friday, October 13. He will be accompanied by a Mrs. Ellison, who is a family friend. I hope you get on with your grandson very well.
Sincerely, Jonathan E. Swanson, attorney. -October 13, 2002-
"Your grandson has just arrived, sir."
"Good. Send him in, Ian."
"There is a lady with him who wishes to converse with you."
"It is too late in the night and I am a busy man. I only have time to speak with my grandson. Send her off."
"Yes, sir."
Ian politely told the woman that it was not a good time and that Mr. Irons was anxious to meet his grandson, and that tomorrow would be better.
"All right, I'll speaks with em' tomorrow when I comes by to check on Blake. So go Blake, go meet your grandfather. I'll see ya's tomorrow."
"Good-bye Mrs. Ellison." He then followed Ian to the library.
"Ah, so you must be Blake. You do indeed look like your father." The boy had his father's blond hair and blue eyes. He was about 5'5" and skinny for a boy his age. The look he gave Irons showed that he didn't trust him and was very unlikely to. "Most people embrace other members of their family, especially those who have just met for the first time."
"No offense, but I am not 'most people', Grandfather."
"None taken. You are quite unique, as you must all ready know."
"I like to believe I do."
There was silence between them for a minute or two. Irons noticed Blake rubbing something on his wrist. "What is it that you have on your wrist?"
"Nothing of importance to you."
"I insist in knowing what it is you have there."
"And I insist you leave it alone." The boy's defiance seriously pissed off Irons. Irons walked over to him and forcibly lifted the boys sleeve up to reveal a necklace of pink beads wrapped around his wrist as a bracelet. "What the hell is this thing?"
Blake pulled away from his grasp. "A gift to me from my friend."
"Gift or not, that is not such a thing a boy as yourself should be wearing. Please remove it at once."
"It is not for you to decide what I do with my own things."
"But it is. All things are ultimately my decision. Now remove those beads!"
"No." Irons back handed Blake across the face. "Obey me!"
"I will not! I am your grandson, not your slave."
"You may be my grandson, but I will treat you any way I like." Irons tore the necklace off Blake's arm. Blake threw a right hook at his stomach and knocked Irons backwards. Irons stared at his grandson and then smiled. "You are strong, unlike your father." He regained his posture and then turned to Ian. "Please take Blake to his rooms so that he may rest. And afterwards, dispose of this." He threw the necklace to Ian, who caught it and shoved it into his pocket. "Yes, sir." He turned back to Blake. "Sleep well, grandson. Tomorrow will require much energy."
Blake just glared at him and followed Ian out of the room. Ian led him down a long hall way and then finally stopped in front of a door. "This is your room. Your bags were all ready brought up here." He opened the door to let Blake inside.
"Damn, this is huge." Ian held back a laugh at the boy's response. "Is this room to your liking?"
"Hell yeah!" Blake was going around the room touching everything he could get his hands on. Ian smiled slightly and pulled the necklace out of his pocket. "Here, this is yours." He tossed it over to Blake. "Thanks. You won't get in trouble, will you?" He put the necklace back on his arm.
"Only if he sees it again. If you're going to continue to wear it, I suggest you put it on your ankle. He wouldn't notice it there."
"Thanks, dude. By the way, what's your name?"
"My name is Ian Nottingham."
Blake stared at him for a minute. "You knew my father."
"Yes, I did. How did you know?"
"He told me that when he was younger and had to live with Irons, he had a friend who lived with them. He said the boy's name was Ian and that he was like a brother to him."
"Yes, we were very close when we were children. I mourned his recent passing and feel sorry that I could not attend his funeral."
"Yeah." Ian sensed the boy's sadness and decided to change the subject.
"That necklace seems an odd thing for a boy to wear, even if it is a gift. Who gave it to you?"
"My other half." Weird as it was, Ian understood exactly who the boy meant.
"What is she like?"
"Perfect."
"Have you told her how you feel?"
"No, I don't have to."
"So she returns your feelings?"
"Yes."
"Has she told you that?"
"No, she doesn't have to."
"You both trust each other very much."
"Does one not trust his own self?"
"You love her."
"Love is an understatement."
"She means a lot to you for someone of your age."
"Age doesn't matter. It's not like there's a huge age gap between us."
"How old are you both?"
"I'm 15. She's 14."
"Does she have a name?"
"Angels have no names."
"So your lady is an angel?"
"Of a sort, yes."
"So what do you call your angel?"
"Eli."
"Eli? That's an odd name for a girl."
"It fits her. I'll admit, she is very odd."
"The best among women always are."
"Sounds like someone knows from experience."
"Maybe. It's late and I have another matter of business to attend to, so I will leave now."
"All right see you in the morning." Blake collapsed onto the bed.
"Oh, and I suggest you unpack tonight. I doubt Irons will give you peace tomorrow."
"No, I won't bother. No offense, but I don't plan on staying long."
"Sorry to hear that. Good-night."
"Good-night."
Ian shut the door behind him and smiled at the thought of another rebel to stand up to Irons. "This should be interesting."
Eli: Should I continue? I think I will.