*bashes head against keyboard* I'll never have time to work on this again
if my teachers keep giving me this much homework. . .
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Madi led Ayame back down the hall, one hand tightly gripping her shoulder. He didn't stop at the metal door, passing right through it as soon as the guard shoved it open. The passageway outside was much wider and lit by glaring white overhead lights. Another door took them into a small, dank room, lined with cells that sparked with electric charge. In the center of that room he halted, one hand still holding onto her shoulder, the other toying with the ruby at his throat so it flashed in the sparse light.
Tense minutes passed, the heavy silence unbroken save for the prince's steady breathing. Suddenly the door was slammed open, flooding the room with light for a moment, then suddenly blocking it out again as several figures filled the door. Ayame drew in her breath sharply, ignoring the aching of her eyes from the abrupt light exposure.
Liam struggled violently against his captors, arms pinioned by two powerful fighters, his eyes alight with rage. "Get your hands off her, you filthy bastard," he spat, driving his knee into the stomach of a third man and leaving him gasping. "Let her go!" He fell silent, breathing heavily, as a knifeblade was pulled taut against his exposed throat.
A cry sprang unbidden from Ayame's throat, but Madi's clasp only tightened. "You were foolish to come after her, Liam." He spoke softly, mockingly, silver eyes glittering with malice. "But you are, unfortunately for yourself, sadly predictable. And now that the crystal and its prophesied destroyers are both within my power, I am free to wage my war on the palace until it is nothing but a heap of rubble and ash."
He released Ayame and briskly left the room with a satisfied smirk displayed across his face. The three men hurled Liam and Ayame, none too gently, into one of the cells and locked it securely. Then, as the door slammed shut, the room was cast into darkness and silence.
Blindly they groped through the gloom until their hands met, and then they clung to each other tightly, sobbing with combined relief and despair. "Why did you come?" she whispered through her tears. "You knew that he'd just imprison you as well!"
"But how could I leave you here alone?" he murmured, pulling her closer. "Especially with that sickening piece of trash who calls himself a prince. . .no, I'd rather be in this stuffy cell with you than out in the open air alone."
He took a deep breath, and said it.
"Because, Ayame, because I love you."
And, to his shock, came a reply in a forlorn and desperate voice. "I love you, too."
In the most unlikely of places, a grimy and unlit cube in the heart of their enemy's empire, they kissed. They could feel each other's tears on their skin as their lips touched, hesitantly at first, then with a sudden passion and fervor as to outmatch all others. And as they shared that moment of love, the purest and truest of all things, a bond was formed between them that could never be broken, never be dissolved; for it was invisible but nevertheless a powerful link that connected their souls. Though neither of them could see the other's face, the emerald and sapphire of their eyes lit up with a glow that could not be seen but by those who had seen it before; for as they say, eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Madi led Ayame back down the hall, one hand tightly gripping her shoulder. He didn't stop at the metal door, passing right through it as soon as the guard shoved it open. The passageway outside was much wider and lit by glaring white overhead lights. Another door took them into a small, dank room, lined with cells that sparked with electric charge. In the center of that room he halted, one hand still holding onto her shoulder, the other toying with the ruby at his throat so it flashed in the sparse light.
Tense minutes passed, the heavy silence unbroken save for the prince's steady breathing. Suddenly the door was slammed open, flooding the room with light for a moment, then suddenly blocking it out again as several figures filled the door. Ayame drew in her breath sharply, ignoring the aching of her eyes from the abrupt light exposure.
Liam struggled violently against his captors, arms pinioned by two powerful fighters, his eyes alight with rage. "Get your hands off her, you filthy bastard," he spat, driving his knee into the stomach of a third man and leaving him gasping. "Let her go!" He fell silent, breathing heavily, as a knifeblade was pulled taut against his exposed throat.
A cry sprang unbidden from Ayame's throat, but Madi's clasp only tightened. "You were foolish to come after her, Liam." He spoke softly, mockingly, silver eyes glittering with malice. "But you are, unfortunately for yourself, sadly predictable. And now that the crystal and its prophesied destroyers are both within my power, I am free to wage my war on the palace until it is nothing but a heap of rubble and ash."
He released Ayame and briskly left the room with a satisfied smirk displayed across his face. The three men hurled Liam and Ayame, none too gently, into one of the cells and locked it securely. Then, as the door slammed shut, the room was cast into darkness and silence.
Blindly they groped through the gloom until their hands met, and then they clung to each other tightly, sobbing with combined relief and despair. "Why did you come?" she whispered through her tears. "You knew that he'd just imprison you as well!"
"But how could I leave you here alone?" he murmured, pulling her closer. "Especially with that sickening piece of trash who calls himself a prince. . .no, I'd rather be in this stuffy cell with you than out in the open air alone."
He took a deep breath, and said it.
"Because, Ayame, because I love you."
And, to his shock, came a reply in a forlorn and desperate voice. "I love you, too."
In the most unlikely of places, a grimy and unlit cube in the heart of their enemy's empire, they kissed. They could feel each other's tears on their skin as their lips touched, hesitantly at first, then with a sudden passion and fervor as to outmatch all others. And as they shared that moment of love, the purest and truest of all things, a bond was formed between them that could never be broken, never be dissolved; for it was invisible but nevertheless a powerful link that connected their souls. Though neither of them could see the other's face, the emerald and sapphire of their eyes lit up with a glow that could not be seen but by those who had seen it before; for as they say, eyes are the windows to the soul.