The Chase: chapter 2

Prayer Unanswered

The bitter cold of the lake air did nothing to inspire him. In fact, about the only thing he received was a dripping nose and chattering teeth.

Pinching his nose shut with a scrap of kerchief (one of Scarface's I- have-this-habit-therefore-you-must-have-it-too ruboffs), Kain cursed, sneezed, and nearly bit his tongue.

Dare he go see Dias in this condition? Not a chance! The sevalle sighed mournfully to himself as he jumped down the insanely high tower to a battlement far below. There would be a crater there, but, well, that was better than the thatched roof which would undoubtedly fly all apart when he landed on it.

/View's great from up here,/ the 58th sevalle noted inanely around numb extremities, namely, his lips. /Wonder where I'm going to land. That spot over there looks good./ He adjusted his flight path just so.

Very, very unfortunately (but very good for us readers) dear, dear Dias walked across that spot just as the blond dropped in. For the second time in their friendship, two teens went down in another frantic (and interesting) tangle of limbs, which mostly consisted of Kain trying to keep his nose covered and scramble away at the same time.

Please note that if Kain's brain had not been half-frozen, he would have taken the open opportunity to get a hell lot more out of the awkward contact than Dias would have allowed- at first. However, while his chilled logic circuits were in control, the politeness reflex kicked in, and he backed away, apologizing profusely.

Kain squeaked as Dias, prodding him with the flat of his Black Wing, knocked frozen sheets of slick frost from his clothes and hair. "G? You look like ice, man. And your nose doesn't look too good."

The sevalle, whose brain was quickly becoming semi-slush, fuzzily blessed his lucky stars. Just the way to get Dias to get out of that urchin shell! Even if it did suck. However, those were the last, happy thoughts he had as fever struck in a dizzying rush, and the ground rushed up to meet him. He had a brief, blissful glimpse of Dias' concerned face before everything grew completely dark.

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He was jolted into full, startled, consciousness by a semi-familiar chirpy voice oscillating up and down the vicinity of his head. "Niichan! Niichan! Niichan!"

Mentally he groaned. He should have known. Dias would never do anything if it didn't have a meaning. However, if he didn't wake up soon, the kid would commence jumping up and down on his chest.

Cracking one eye open, Kain growled the first thing that came to mind. Tried. However, there was just this little problem.

His voice, by Scarface's drinking habit, was gone.

Shiiiit.

Elle peered into his face. "Niichan? Daijobu? Usually you say 'shut up brat' or something that that. Ne? Ne, niichan!"

Oh, how he wished he could say exactly that to her. But all that emerged was a strangled creak, not even loud enough to be a croak. Hardly the kind of situation he liked. Especially with the brat by his head. A good sarcastic barrage would pop her cheery bubble, and he could have a few more hours of uninterrupted sleep while she went to sulk.

No amount of silent snarling would have any effect on Elle, however, so he sat up, shook his head free of stars, and hit her- gently. Dias would most definitely be very annoyed if his precious bratling sustained any lasting harm.

Thank the souma, the bratling took the hint and scooted. Kain retreated back into the blankets with a sigh of relief. If he was going to be sick, and Dias wasn't even going to act concerned, he might as well be sick in peace. Briefly, insanely, he contemplated ambushing Dias in bed on the context of getting warm.

/Nope, wouldn't work./ About all he would receive was a thwap on the head with the flat of the Black Wing- the flat because he was sick, the Black Wing because Dias was currently recuperating from skinned knuckles. Kain muttered an epithet and covered his head with one of the sheets.

A hand jerked them right off him. "Yoi, Phalanx! Heard you were sick." Right. There was a sinking feeling somewhere in the vicinity of his chest. He knew that voice by heart.

He chanced a terrified peek over his shoulder, and immediately jerked both hands over his head. /Yappari./ Swallowing nervously, the younger man waited for the familiar acidic comment to make its appearance.

Scarface grinned with just a trace of maliciousness. "Aha. The whelp was telling the truth after all. Cat got your tongue, Phalanx?"

Kain started making strangled noises. A day alone with Vy Low at his worst and, furthermore, unable to rebut- it would be pure torture. Add on that Scarface-damn-him had no compunctions about bullying the helpless. Yeeeech. /Souma help me, help me please./

It was his most unlucky day. Nobody showed up to rescue him, though he did hear some suspiciously childish laughter from the general direction of the window.

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Author's note:

I am trying to write a meaningful yaoi romance. But it's a bit hard because yaoi romances with meaning are almost nonexistent and I have nothing to cross-reference. Wah!

Before I run off into a tangent, C&C are as usual warmly welcomed, and flames will be stuffed into the trash disposal (ie the Black Eye).

Kain-kun is sooo cute. And Vy-kun is as usual unmellowed by marriage. (snicker) I pity my poor G. However, since I also pity my poor Dias, who suffers through so many clichés with the serenity of a martyr, I will at least try my level best to prevent a PWP lemon from springing up out of the blue. (crashing waves) Ikuzo, sekai e!

Lunaris: I'll get going now.

Oh no, Luna-chan. I still have a lot of things I want to discuss with you. Your present occupation among other things…

(sounds of shrieking as a cackling writer drags her patron being off)

Mata,

Aki