WARNING: this is a YAOI fic as it maleXmale relationships and if you don't like that then buzz off.
Oh and I don't own Dragon Knights I'm just using them to fulfill my own sick fantasy. Hey, at least I addmit it.
Sorry about any difficulty in understanding my switching caused. If you have any other confusions feel free to e-mail me and I will try to clear it up.
Triangles can be fun
Chapter 11
Kharl laughed to himself as he walked back towards the knights' rooms. The Dragon Knight of Fire was overly concerned about the emotions of others, in the alchemist's humble opinion. Sure they might hate him, but what was a demon without a little hate focused on him. But somehow the taller man was sure that the knights would never hate each other.
As the light haired demon turned a corner, soon as he saw the situation he acted instantly. Rath was slumped half out of the alcove in the wall. A ball of matted hair holding the exposed skin of his ankle. Before the creature could turn around Kharl had it by the scruff. With an icy glare at the creature to be silent he turned and left Rath to wake on his own. The sleep would do him good.
~~ In the lab again ~~
Garfakcy was carefully stirring a small vile of dark viscous fluid that barely earned the name when his benefactor came in with a self-satisfied smile. The smaller immortal paused in his actions as the taller began humming and tossed a pair of sky blue gloves on the workbench. Blood and hair cling to the shear fabric.
"Kharl-sama," Garfakcy said warningly and continued stirring. The alchemist turned back looking slightly confused. Rolling his eyes the neat nick said, "Your gloves."
Kharl's smile this time came out as humorous. Patting Garfakcy's head as he passed he scooped up the gloves and tossed them in the basket neatly full of lad rags. "Let it heat a little more before you mix again Garfakcy," he said conversationally.
With a sigh of defeat Garfakcy set the concoction over the flame and turned to face the other, "All right what did you do? I hope that there's not a body lying in the halls. Just get your drones do the clean it up."
"Don't worry so much. Oh and I won't need the vampire extract, we can always apply it to something else," he said keeping his tone light.
Garfakcy just stared for a moment. The vampire extract was the only defense the new catcher would have against the creature. The younger man glanced at the rag basket again and this time sighed in relief. He hadn't realized how nervous he was until it all went away. Sitting heavily on the stool behind him his mind flashed back nearly …..40 years.
(Yes the flashback)
Garfakcy hummed to himself doing morning chores. Finally having returned from his latest weeklong assignment. As he striated the third level lab he saw Left bird stuck in a small glass case. The poor thing could hardly turn around. The human was hardly surprised. Garfakcy had once asked his benefactor if Left bird was stupid. Kharl said that curiosity was not stupid, but not learning from your mistakes was.
"Well I hope you learned not to close self sealing lids on yourself hu?" he laughed opening the lid. With a soft flutter for something so large the dark unihorned bird landed on his shoulder happily rubbing its face against his. Feeling a little tired the young immortal sat in the overstuffed chair in the corner settling Left bird in his lap. And as he drifted to sleep he suddenly felt cold.
The next thing he remembered was struggling to wakeup. He felt like he was drowning in darkness. His struggles grew as a voice reached him from far away, "Come on Garfakcy!" The voice was familiar, but had an unfamiliar tang of panic, "You can beat this thing."
Kharl-sama! Thing? What thing? He pulled and fought back into the waking world. His eyes seemed to be held shut. Only slitting them open took so much concentration he was almost willing to go back to the darkness. "Kharl-sama?" his shout only came out a whisper.
"Garfakcy?" the voice of his benefactor cracked as a warm hand brushed at his bangs, "Garfakcy just rest okay? You're safe." With those words a warm darkness overcame him, but not before he was able to see a pair of wet violet eyes.
The next time he awoke he felt battered and bruised but not exhausted. A faint grumble drew the young immortals attention over to the funniest sight Garfakcy had ever seen.
Kharl was in an apron far too small for his tall lean frame. Some white and brown powder was on his hair and face. He picked up a whisk and started laying into the wisk at the contents of the largest mixing bowl. In a small pot something was bubbling on a large portable burner that started to go over. With a squeak the alchemist raced over to fan the bubbles down.
The young man's laugh was more like an uneven breath, but Kharl turned to look at him anyway. "Finally awake I see," he grinned, "You're going to be a bit weak for a while and building it back up the old fashioned way is best. So dinner will be rice balls, curry, and a …salmon… dish." The alchemist paused in thought, "Aha." With a sudden burst of movement the light haired demon snatched up a note pad and pencil and started madly scribbling. Now it was Garfakcy's turn to smile. Nothing was ever boring around his benefactor.
The next few weeks were hell building his muscles back. Quite a few nights he nearly cried at the feeling of helplessness that welled up within him. Kharl had allowed him to own time, now it felt like it was passing him by.
His first mission to spy on Nadil had been a relief.
(And we're done.)
Garfakcy was brought out of his memories by a squeeze on his shoulder. The younger male blinked up at the older. Kharl still held that smile, "I feel like rice balls Garfakcy and I'm sure are guests are hungry."
Garfakcy smiled up relieved to not have to go through that nightmare again, "Sure, but let's use my recipe. I don't know what you put in yours, but rice balls should not be magnetic and blue."
The alchemist just shrugged.
~~ TBC ~~
Oh and I don't own Dragon Knights I'm just using them to fulfill my own sick fantasy. Hey, at least I addmit it.
Sorry about any difficulty in understanding my switching caused. If you have any other confusions feel free to e-mail me and I will try to clear it up.
Triangles can be fun
Chapter 11
Kharl laughed to himself as he walked back towards the knights' rooms. The Dragon Knight of Fire was overly concerned about the emotions of others, in the alchemist's humble opinion. Sure they might hate him, but what was a demon without a little hate focused on him. But somehow the taller man was sure that the knights would never hate each other.
As the light haired demon turned a corner, soon as he saw the situation he acted instantly. Rath was slumped half out of the alcove in the wall. A ball of matted hair holding the exposed skin of his ankle. Before the creature could turn around Kharl had it by the scruff. With an icy glare at the creature to be silent he turned and left Rath to wake on his own. The sleep would do him good.
~~ In the lab again ~~
Garfakcy was carefully stirring a small vile of dark viscous fluid that barely earned the name when his benefactor came in with a self-satisfied smile. The smaller immortal paused in his actions as the taller began humming and tossed a pair of sky blue gloves on the workbench. Blood and hair cling to the shear fabric.
"Kharl-sama," Garfakcy said warningly and continued stirring. The alchemist turned back looking slightly confused. Rolling his eyes the neat nick said, "Your gloves."
Kharl's smile this time came out as humorous. Patting Garfakcy's head as he passed he scooped up the gloves and tossed them in the basket neatly full of lad rags. "Let it heat a little more before you mix again Garfakcy," he said conversationally.
With a sigh of defeat Garfakcy set the concoction over the flame and turned to face the other, "All right what did you do? I hope that there's not a body lying in the halls. Just get your drones do the clean it up."
"Don't worry so much. Oh and I won't need the vampire extract, we can always apply it to something else," he said keeping his tone light.
Garfakcy just stared for a moment. The vampire extract was the only defense the new catcher would have against the creature. The younger man glanced at the rag basket again and this time sighed in relief. He hadn't realized how nervous he was until it all went away. Sitting heavily on the stool behind him his mind flashed back nearly …..40 years.
(Yes the flashback)
Garfakcy hummed to himself doing morning chores. Finally having returned from his latest weeklong assignment. As he striated the third level lab he saw Left bird stuck in a small glass case. The poor thing could hardly turn around. The human was hardly surprised. Garfakcy had once asked his benefactor if Left bird was stupid. Kharl said that curiosity was not stupid, but not learning from your mistakes was.
"Well I hope you learned not to close self sealing lids on yourself hu?" he laughed opening the lid. With a soft flutter for something so large the dark unihorned bird landed on his shoulder happily rubbing its face against his. Feeling a little tired the young immortal sat in the overstuffed chair in the corner settling Left bird in his lap. And as he drifted to sleep he suddenly felt cold.
The next thing he remembered was struggling to wakeup. He felt like he was drowning in darkness. His struggles grew as a voice reached him from far away, "Come on Garfakcy!" The voice was familiar, but had an unfamiliar tang of panic, "You can beat this thing."
Kharl-sama! Thing? What thing? He pulled and fought back into the waking world. His eyes seemed to be held shut. Only slitting them open took so much concentration he was almost willing to go back to the darkness. "Kharl-sama?" his shout only came out a whisper.
"Garfakcy?" the voice of his benefactor cracked as a warm hand brushed at his bangs, "Garfakcy just rest okay? You're safe." With those words a warm darkness overcame him, but not before he was able to see a pair of wet violet eyes.
The next time he awoke he felt battered and bruised but not exhausted. A faint grumble drew the young immortals attention over to the funniest sight Garfakcy had ever seen.
Kharl was in an apron far too small for his tall lean frame. Some white and brown powder was on his hair and face. He picked up a whisk and started laying into the wisk at the contents of the largest mixing bowl. In a small pot something was bubbling on a large portable burner that started to go over. With a squeak the alchemist raced over to fan the bubbles down.
The young man's laugh was more like an uneven breath, but Kharl turned to look at him anyway. "Finally awake I see," he grinned, "You're going to be a bit weak for a while and building it back up the old fashioned way is best. So dinner will be rice balls, curry, and a …salmon… dish." The alchemist paused in thought, "Aha." With a sudden burst of movement the light haired demon snatched up a note pad and pencil and started madly scribbling. Now it was Garfakcy's turn to smile. Nothing was ever boring around his benefactor.
The next few weeks were hell building his muscles back. Quite a few nights he nearly cried at the feeling of helplessness that welled up within him. Kharl had allowed him to own time, now it felt like it was passing him by.
His first mission to spy on Nadil had been a relief.
(And we're done.)
Garfakcy was brought out of his memories by a squeeze on his shoulder. The younger male blinked up at the older. Kharl still held that smile, "I feel like rice balls Garfakcy and I'm sure are guests are hungry."
Garfakcy smiled up relieved to not have to go through that nightmare again, "Sure, but let's use my recipe. I don't know what you put in yours, but rice balls should not be magnetic and blue."
The alchemist just shrugged.
~~ TBC ~~