Title: Love's Fool (2/?)
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: May 1, 2004 - Can't force out what doesn't want to be written, eh? This muse just comes slow and in small doses.
- - -
He kissed her softly on the forehead and gently stroked her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered as she woke from a dreamless sleep.
"Kilik?" Mina reached out with one hand, rubbing her eyes with the other. Her husband stilled her hands in his and smiling shushed her. He was only going out for morning training, although it was one of his many recent sessions without her there. After all, they have been happily married for two years now, and soon they would be father and mother.
- - -
Yunsung clutched his pillow close until he was awake enough to know what it was: not what he wanted. He threw it across the room and heard a loud clunk. It was that sword Mina gave him, the one with "for little kids" engraved oh-so inconspicuously on the fancy gilded handle. Besides the fact it was a gift, he didn't know why he kept it around. It only reminded him Mina didn't see him as anything more than a brat.
Of course, what does Mina know? Not like her opinion mattered to him. No sir. Just because she says she still remembers when he was in nappies... Ugh.
He was twenty now, not a kid! He was a handsome, virile, popular young man. In fact, he was the best looking available male on the dojo and choosing to remain single instead of settling down with one of his fan girls did not mean that there was something wrong with him. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to the others if he chose one... and they were fan girls. They didn't really know him, and if they tried to, it was only so they could boast about it. He wasn't interested in that sorta relationship.
Yunsung got out of the bed and grabbed his pillow, picking up the child's sword and setting it back on its stand. Too early to be up, he decided, but it was too late to crawl back into bed, because he wouldn't be able to wake up in time again. Looking at the twisted sheets, he frowned as he remembered his dream.
- - -
Long sable hair hung loose from its tie, soft wisps of it framing warm brown eyes. Sun kissed skin gleamed with sweat and morning dew. White Storm seemed to burn the sky in Kilik's hands, like it was cleaving the clouds with smooth, sweeping strokes.
But lately, Mina wasn't the one teaching Kilik all the right moves.
- - -
"Mine. It's mine." Yunsung squeezed his eyes shut. "He's..." Letting his hand fall from the sword Mina gave him to Blue Thunder, the one left by Hwang, Yunsung sighed and looked down, "...not mine."
Maybe no one else knew, but the sword chose the wielder. If Soul Edge called out to its own, White Storm whispered for Yunsung. "But Kilik...
"Kilik is probably up already." The boy said a prayer before leaving his room.
- - -
Kilik stood by the well outside the dojo, wet hair left to dry over his shoulder. Ignoring the water dripping over his chest and down the side of his pants, he studied the blade he held in one hand, holding a soft cloth in another. Bringing his lips close, he breathed lightly against the reflective metal. He rubbed the blade with careful firmness, intent on achieving a mirror-like polish, mindful of Yunsung's feelings about keeping White Storm in perfect condition.
Although he did not pay much attention to White Storm as often as he would like, Kilik honored it for all that it meant to him when he took it in his hands: pride of the Seung family; Mina, beloved, and...
"Yunsung." When Kilik saw the image on the blade, his eyes lit up and he turned to face the real person. "Good morning." He bowed with a cautious smile.
"Mornin'," The younger man nodded sheepishly, giving a half-hearted reply. "Didn't mean to keep you waiting."
Kilik shook his head. "Some things are worth waiting for."
Yunsung simply smiled. "Ready to spar?"
- - -
In a dream, she reached out, but he wasn't there to hold her hand. When she awoke, she reminded herself that dreams don't come true. Often. Kilik was just training with Yunsung. It was good they were finally getting along. Maybe she'd stop calling Yunsung the brat when the baby's finally born.
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: May 1, 2004 - Can't force out what doesn't want to be written, eh? This muse just comes slow and in small doses.
- - -
He kissed her softly on the forehead and gently stroked her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered as she woke from a dreamless sleep.
"Kilik?" Mina reached out with one hand, rubbing her eyes with the other. Her husband stilled her hands in his and smiling shushed her. He was only going out for morning training, although it was one of his many recent sessions without her there. After all, they have been happily married for two years now, and soon they would be father and mother.
- - -
Yunsung clutched his pillow close until he was awake enough to know what it was: not what he wanted. He threw it across the room and heard a loud clunk. It was that sword Mina gave him, the one with "for little kids" engraved oh-so inconspicuously on the fancy gilded handle. Besides the fact it was a gift, he didn't know why he kept it around. It only reminded him Mina didn't see him as anything more than a brat.
Of course, what does Mina know? Not like her opinion mattered to him. No sir. Just because she says she still remembers when he was in nappies... Ugh.
He was twenty now, not a kid! He was a handsome, virile, popular young man. In fact, he was the best looking available male on the dojo and choosing to remain single instead of settling down with one of his fan girls did not mean that there was something wrong with him. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to the others if he chose one... and they were fan girls. They didn't really know him, and if they tried to, it was only so they could boast about it. He wasn't interested in that sorta relationship.
Yunsung got out of the bed and grabbed his pillow, picking up the child's sword and setting it back on its stand. Too early to be up, he decided, but it was too late to crawl back into bed, because he wouldn't be able to wake up in time again. Looking at the twisted sheets, he frowned as he remembered his dream.
- - -
Long sable hair hung loose from its tie, soft wisps of it framing warm brown eyes. Sun kissed skin gleamed with sweat and morning dew. White Storm seemed to burn the sky in Kilik's hands, like it was cleaving the clouds with smooth, sweeping strokes.
But lately, Mina wasn't the one teaching Kilik all the right moves.
- - -
"Mine. It's mine." Yunsung squeezed his eyes shut. "He's..." Letting his hand fall from the sword Mina gave him to Blue Thunder, the one left by Hwang, Yunsung sighed and looked down, "...not mine."
Maybe no one else knew, but the sword chose the wielder. If Soul Edge called out to its own, White Storm whispered for Yunsung. "But Kilik...
"Kilik is probably up already." The boy said a prayer before leaving his room.
- - -
Kilik stood by the well outside the dojo, wet hair left to dry over his shoulder. Ignoring the water dripping over his chest and down the side of his pants, he studied the blade he held in one hand, holding a soft cloth in another. Bringing his lips close, he breathed lightly against the reflective metal. He rubbed the blade with careful firmness, intent on achieving a mirror-like polish, mindful of Yunsung's feelings about keeping White Storm in perfect condition.
Although he did not pay much attention to White Storm as often as he would like, Kilik honored it for all that it meant to him when he took it in his hands: pride of the Seung family; Mina, beloved, and...
"Yunsung." When Kilik saw the image on the blade, his eyes lit up and he turned to face the real person. "Good morning." He bowed with a cautious smile.
"Mornin'," The younger man nodded sheepishly, giving a half-hearted reply. "Didn't mean to keep you waiting."
Kilik shook his head. "Some things are worth waiting for."
Yunsung simply smiled. "Ready to spar?"
- - -
In a dream, she reached out, but he wasn't there to hold her hand. When she awoke, she reminded herself that dreams don't come true. Often. Kilik was just training with Yunsung. It was good they were finally getting along. Maybe she'd stop calling Yunsung the brat when the baby's finally born.