Title: Love's Fool
Author: Kagaya Chou
Archive: Yes on the Soul Calibur Slash ML's website. Ask otherwise.
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Yunsung centric, Kilik/Mina
Warnings: No
Comments: February 10, 2004 - It doesn't fit all the requirements for the Valentine's Day challenge, but it just wrote itself, so I'll let it stand as is.
- - -
They were beautiful, two butterflies sharing one soul. The warmth in his smile and the fire in her eyes kept them untouched by winter's cold. They danced together with practiced ease, two halves of a whole in poetic symmetry.
One end of his staff smoothly skimmed fresh snow off grass, drawing each blade into gentle arcs. Seung Mina shadowed Kilik, leaving brief echoes of shimmering sunlight on silver green. She was learning from him the sacred arts of her family, thought to be lost long before their time. However similar they looked and acted, the two were not related by blood, but by marriage.
- - -
"Marriage?" Yunsung laughed when he heard Mina was finally settling down. "What poor fool would want you for a wife?" He jested. Mina had picked on him far too much in the past. That she was a desirable woman seemed lost upon the young man.
"A good looking fool, who's got taste," Mina proudly replied.
When he saw the groom, his heart tripped over a few beats and tumbled until it crumpled, unnoticed, at Kilik's feet.
"I'm still better looking than you," Yunsung replied.
The older man just humbly nodded, "Yes, you are."
Yunsung hated the fact that Kilik indulged him. They weren't close.
- - -
As they strode home, hand in hand, Kilik remarked. "He's really something."
"Who?" Mina asked.
He gave her a sheepish look. "Yunsung."
"Oh? What about that kid?"
"He's not a kid," Kilik automatically responded. "I just... can't explain it. Its like he's got it in for me."
Mina laughed, linking arms with the clueless man she loved. "Of course he does. You're his competition--not for me," she quickly clarified. "You're new, you're hot," Mina grinned as Kilik blushed, "and the elders love you."
She paused again at Kilik's guilty look.
"Yunsung's always been an attention seeker. It's not about you, Kilik."
- - -
It wasn't fair how Kilik walked in, and stole everything he cared about: Master Seung's approval, his childhood hero Hwang's respect. Even Mina didn't tease him as much as before, but still, Yunsung couldn't help but longingly stare. That sword called White Storm had been with him during his wilder days. Mina leant the precious thing to Yunsung before, but cruelly, she reclaimed it all too soon. It has become a part of him, his weapon, his protection, and now the Seung family's heirloom belonged to Kilik, who had everything to do with all Yunsung's problems.
Kilik caught him staring and spoke up. "I'm sorry, Yunsung."
"You better take care of that," the young man pouted. "It's really something."
"It is," Kilik nodded, "but I think you can put it to better use than I ever can."
"Yeah," Yunsung agreed, then shook his head vehemently. "Still yours."
"I know..."
"No!" He suddenly snapped, "You don't!"
- - -
"Mina, he hates me."
She sighed, "Yunsung's being childish." This time, Kilik didn't respond.
She continued. "You have something he wants, and he can't have it. It's as
simple as that. As soon as you give in--don't give in, Kilik, 'cause I know
him--he'll just take it for granted and move on when there's no challenge.
"You're saying Yunsung just wants a goal to go after."
"To put it nicely," she nodded.
"What happens when he doesn't get what he wants?"
"... Somebody gets hurt?"
- - -
The young man studied the circular patterns on the snow, reconstructing the couple's dance on his own. He moved like a dragonfly rippling across still water, his shadow partner his reflection, unbidden thoughts unspoken beneath the callous moon. Yunsung wanted to laugh at himself, to cry out. He didn't know what he wanted yet. He felt feverish, but inside he was cold.
Author: Kagaya Chou
Archive: Yes on the Soul Calibur Slash ML's website. Ask otherwise.
Rating: G
Pairing(s): Yunsung centric, Kilik/Mina
Warnings: No
Comments: February 10, 2004 - It doesn't fit all the requirements for the Valentine's Day challenge, but it just wrote itself, so I'll let it stand as is.
- - -
They were beautiful, two butterflies sharing one soul. The warmth in his smile and the fire in her eyes kept them untouched by winter's cold. They danced together with practiced ease, two halves of a whole in poetic symmetry.
One end of his staff smoothly skimmed fresh snow off grass, drawing each blade into gentle arcs. Seung Mina shadowed Kilik, leaving brief echoes of shimmering sunlight on silver green. She was learning from him the sacred arts of her family, thought to be lost long before their time. However similar they looked and acted, the two were not related by blood, but by marriage.
- - -
"Marriage?" Yunsung laughed when he heard Mina was finally settling down. "What poor fool would want you for a wife?" He jested. Mina had picked on him far too much in the past. That she was a desirable woman seemed lost upon the young man.
"A good looking fool, who's got taste," Mina proudly replied.
When he saw the groom, his heart tripped over a few beats and tumbled until it crumpled, unnoticed, at Kilik's feet.
"I'm still better looking than you," Yunsung replied.
The older man just humbly nodded, "Yes, you are."
Yunsung hated the fact that Kilik indulged him. They weren't close.
- - -
As they strode home, hand in hand, Kilik remarked. "He's really something."
"Who?" Mina asked.
He gave her a sheepish look. "Yunsung."
"Oh? What about that kid?"
"He's not a kid," Kilik automatically responded. "I just... can't explain it. Its like he's got it in for me."
Mina laughed, linking arms with the clueless man she loved. "Of course he does. You're his competition--not for me," she quickly clarified. "You're new, you're hot," Mina grinned as Kilik blushed, "and the elders love you."
She paused again at Kilik's guilty look.
"Yunsung's always been an attention seeker. It's not about you, Kilik."
- - -
It wasn't fair how Kilik walked in, and stole everything he cared about: Master Seung's approval, his childhood hero Hwang's respect. Even Mina didn't tease him as much as before, but still, Yunsung couldn't help but longingly stare. That sword called White Storm had been with him during his wilder days. Mina leant the precious thing to Yunsung before, but cruelly, she reclaimed it all too soon. It has become a part of him, his weapon, his protection, and now the Seung family's heirloom belonged to Kilik, who had everything to do with all Yunsung's problems.
Kilik caught him staring and spoke up. "I'm sorry, Yunsung."
"You better take care of that," the young man pouted. "It's really something."
"It is," Kilik nodded, "but I think you can put it to better use than I ever can."
"Yeah," Yunsung agreed, then shook his head vehemently. "Still yours."
"I know..."
"No!" He suddenly snapped, "You don't!"
- - -
"Mina, he hates me."
She sighed, "Yunsung's being childish." This time, Kilik didn't respond.
She continued. "You have something he wants, and he can't have it. It's as
simple as that. As soon as you give in--don't give in, Kilik, 'cause I know
him--he'll just take it for granted and move on when there's no challenge.
"You're saying Yunsung just wants a goal to go after."
"To put it nicely," she nodded.
"What happens when he doesn't get what he wants?"
"... Somebody gets hurt?"
- - -
The young man studied the circular patterns on the snow, reconstructing the couple's dance on his own. He moved like a dragonfly rippling across still water, his shadow partner his reflection, unbidden thoughts unspoken beneath the callous moon. Yunsung wanted to laugh at himself, to cry out. He didn't know what he wanted yet. He felt feverish, but inside he was cold.