A/N: Not my fault. My friend. Challenged me. So Suikoden 3 oneshots! I PLAYED THE GAME I PLAYED IT! This is correcting the author note after a month of time (2 actually) has passed. So…this…is …STUPID XD I played the game. And refuse to change the fic because …well…because its a lot of work. Just enjoy it, so what if it doesn't make sense…right? Lol. I would appreciate feedback XD
Note: I don't know where this took place when I read over it. But i'm assuming I think the location was Budehuc castle. And that Luc didn't well…you know. Roll over. And that…well I didn't really know crap to begin with (when i got hooked on Suikoden) so just…use your imagination for the holes around it…
Disclaimer: Don't own Suikoden III or anything else but this senseless plot.
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairing: Luc/Yuber (Best pairing ever…)
Rating: PG (A few swear words. Nothing too bad)
Suikoden III
Meaning of the color 'Red' and 'Green'
Yuber's face twisted into an affectionate display of disgust as his stomach flopped and churned at the sudden happiness seeping from the room he had just passed. His footsteps fell like bricks as his ears twitched, soon ceasing his pacing around the castle. The torches on either side of him flickered back and forth. Occasionally casting his shadow every which way. 'These…HUMANS! Them and their disgusting happiness…bah…' steeling himself he attempted to recover before the door was thrown open with all the force of a mortals effort.
"It's almost Christmas! Oh…Yuber…" The mage that had appeared had been none other than the young girl Sarah. Her face was full of amusement as she studied the demon before her, looking somewhat…ill? "You okay?" It wasn't concern. It was just simple curiosity since rarely did the black clad man ever allow himself to be seen by mortal eyes in the castle. Usually he'd be stalking something, maiming things, or sulking somewhere. 'Or throwing a temper tantrum…' She covered her mouth, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"Christmas?" Yuber grunted. "You worthless humans never cease to amaze me with you're senseless names for days…"
Sarah looked mildly hurt. "Its not senseless! Christmas is about giving people things, to show that you care for them!" even as she spoke the sudden weight in her hands fell. Apparently she wasn't a multi tasker and as a result the box crashed fell to the floor. Red and blue mismatched eyes regarded the box blankly. The demon was not interested a single bit. Bah, once the human was done using him for his services he could finally get some peace and quiet…
Although… "Got something for lord Luc did you?" A devilish Yuber eyed the nametag as the greediest looking grin overcame his face. A fang was visible as he got a sudden wave of hatred directed at him. Ah…it was a step.
"It's nothing!" The blush on Sarah's cheek was all that she had to defend herself.
"It is, isn't it princess?" Yuber teased.
"It ISNT!"
"It is."
"ISNT!"
"What's going on here? Why aren't you two in your rooms? And MUST you bicker like children?" A voice suddenly floated into the corridor. Heavy footsteps followed the authorities voice that echoed in the hallway. Luc sighed, a gloved hand reaching up to massage his temples. The senseless bickering could be heard all the way down to the second floor. Just what was so important they had to literally scream at each other?
"Explain now." Sharp as a knife, the simple words stunned both figures.
For perhaps 10 seconds.
"Well you see master, the princess here was so overjoyed by the named day of December that she go-" Yuber inhaled sharply, a temporary throbbing sensation becoming slowly apparent in his ankle. It was so painful he actually had to take notice of it and grunted, wisely shutting up. Sarah had the boots of hell at her disposal!
"Named day of December…?"
"Master Luc…Christmas is coming up! I wanted to decorate the castle!"
Yuber paled and clutched his stomach, beginning a hasty escape. No, no, bad feelings. Horrid thoughts. The castle would be pink if she had her way! Disappearing down the corridor he wordlessly made his exit, thankfully glad the other two occupants were distracted with their exchange of words.
"We don't have any decorations," Luc stated flatly, folding his arms across his chest. Leering at his servant as he walked toward her, until he was only a step or two away from her body, "do you plan on buying them?" he asked. His green eyes narrowed in suspicion as another thought popped into his head 'Where is she going to get the money to do that?'
Sarah nodded vigorously, clasping her hands in front of her. Pausing only to stretch her foot to the box and move it behind her. It was pretty small, about the size of an average ring box. "Yes master Luc, may I? They won't cost much I assure you. I just wanted to give this place a bit more feel to it. It's been so gloomy lately." She added sullenly. Well she knew WHY it was gloomy with a sulking psychotic, blood thirsty demon but besides the obvious…
Luc sighed again.
He seemed to be doing that a lot. But really, Luc just didn't have the time to deal with either of his two servants. He had to get things ready, and make sure all plans went according to…well…plan. Giving in he reached into his pocket withdrawing a few coins than handed Sarah a few. "Buy whatever you want." Well, it was a good excuse to get rid of Sarah and be able to focus without the senseless wave of Christmas carols from her bedroom 24/7.
'Christmas…I can't remember when I had a Christmas…' How long had it been really? Christmas was just another day to him. But apparently. For some…it really was special.
Like Sarah.
Sarah trembled and shook as she was handed money by the bishop. Luc never gave her anything to spend, but perhaps this was a special occasion for him too? "Master Luc…" she breathed. Her eyes welled up with a glossy look; her hand shook constantly as she gazed at the brown haired immortal with utter awe and disbelief.
'…When I do something a bit out of character, must I get stared at too?' Luc was in all honesty; irked a bit by the sudden…affectionate (hardly that.) look he was receiving. But smooth and placid as ever he turned his head, waving his hand. "Leave me, before I change my mind." It was a bluff. But it worked. Sarah took that as her cue to leave. Bending down she snatched up the small box and hurried down the corridor. A wide smile on her face as she bounced a few times.
Odd indeed…
'I'm worried though. Lately there have been more bandits and enemies around the area. Maybe…' Luc stroked his chin in thought, staring up at the ceiling with a thoughtful look. 'Perhaps Yuber wouldn't mind looking after her…than again…' Making a disgruntled noise he headed for his bedroom.
He wasn't going anywhere without the item that just may save his life.
Yuber tapped his boots against the floor. Bored out of his mind. The happiness that Sarah seemed so bent on spreading was finally out of the castle. And he couldn't be happier, but at the same time. When Sarah left, so did that wave of hate. That delicious hate that was so easily stirred up with a simple teasing comment. Ah, it was exquisite! Pushing his hat up, the demon-cracked open his blue eye. Giving the sudden approaching figure half of his attention.
We don't wanna know what the other half was thinking (or focused on.).
"Ah to what reason do I get you're sudden audience?"
"I have a mission for you." Luc stated. Giving off a calm air.
Yuber opened his other demonic eye; something wasn't right about how Luc just said that… "A mission? Does it involve death and destruction?" Upon receiving no response Yuber shrugged and leaned further back against the wall. Turning his head to the opposite side. "Not interested."
"You're my servant, and you will do whatever I say."
"If there's nothing in it for me I'm not doing it."
"I order you to."
"Can't order the unwilling. Besides, you haven't even said anything so you can't order me to do what you want of which I don't know." Yuber looked pleased with his own logic. After all, how could you order someone to do something, which that someone didn't know? It was like asking a cat to chase after a mouse that wasn't there!
"Your mission is to baby sit Sarah. She went to the village to get some decorations for the castle, god forbid why. But, now that I think about it there have been some odd people around. I'm a bit worried for her safety. So you will watch over her for the remainder of the day that she is there." Luc looked pointedly at Yuber, daring him to say otherwise.
"…Hell no."
Luc began to glare. Honestly his own servant refusing to do one simple order! One!
Did he EVER ask for much? NO!
"You will. You have no choice." He closed his eyes. He wished it hadn't come to this. He'd be lucky if he was still standing by the time the sun went down. "Do you still refuse?" Luc was a reasonable man, attempting his own ways of suicide, but still reasonable. Eyeing his servant with a tremendous look of pity he reached into his pocket in silence.
"I have just as much choice as the next poor soul that you humans enslave." Yuber shrugged his shoulder, tipping the hat forward to cover his eyes. And pushed his back off the wall where he had been leaning. And walked away. His back to Luc. "Go and beg Albert to! I'm not some human baby sitter!" He growled under his breath, "Which you seem to be so bent on saying otherwise"
One step…two steps…five…. ten steps.
Luc waited for a good distance before he began to follow Yuber silently. The demon seemed to be out of it lately, 'and forgetting his duties' Luc added angrily. Upon reaching the demonic being Luc grabbed the end of Yuber's sleeve. Keeping the tall being still for a simple moment before whipping out his magic weapon. And with flawless success he wrapped it around the demons neck, securing it with an audible 'snap' that echoed in the hall. For a moment Luc wisely took a few steps back, just incase it didn't work and raised a hand to his shoulder, a bit wary.
But Sarah had never failed him before…
Yuber on the other hand was frozen in mid step. Bringing his foot down to the ground he reached up with a gloved hand, touching his neck wondering what the hell Luc just did. Despite gloves being on, Yuber knew from practical experience and knowledge that what he touched was leather, and it went around his neck. Tracing the outline of the object he twitched, feeling something attached to it. A small chain connected a small circular shape to it.
And if touch hadn't failed him it also had something engraved in it…
Oddly felt like a…
…..
…..
…..
A vein threatened to explode as he gritted his teeth. Eyes blazing with enough hate to bring the castle down single handedly with the gaze of HELL! Turning his head very slowly Yuber locked two glowing eyes onto the brown haired being. His teeth clenched tightly, the further most right eye twitching occasionally.
'He's taking it better than I hoped.' Luc noted. His death wouldn't come after the sun came down. His death would come during the sun going down. His funeral would come after that.
"W…..WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?" Yuber turned around, fists visibly shaking in rage.
"You disobeyed me, so I might as well treat you lower than Sarah. So for today. You are going to be disciplined for refusing my orders. I'm your master, and you do what I say. If not…there are consequences." Despite the enraged demon in front of him, Luc was confident in his other servant's power. Closing his eyes Luc continued, "As for those. You will watch over Sarah, regardless of what you think. Also for today. You are banned from killing anything, or causing any stretch of violence on people. Don't try. I had Sarah enchant that collar earlier. It will notify me of any disobedience."
Yuber was behind himself in all stretch of anger that the imagination could hope to attain.
"Furthermore…" Luc ignored the sudden crash of a statue from Yubers left side, "You will wear that collar all day. Yes I expect you to wear it. And if you disobey me further, I might stretch that sentence to a week. I will not accept being talked back to by a servant." Green eyes re-opened to stare at the broken…mutilated beyond repair statue with a frown.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Yuber looked at near breaking point as a bit of foam was visible.
"No you may not Yuber. Not Sarah or Albert, or any other poor soul that steps in your way today. So unless you'd like to try your hand at extension of wearing that. I suggest you shut your mouth."
Yuber reached up to his neck and began to stretch the collar, hoping by god's sake that it would snap off. But instead it seemed to get tighter and tighter… "If you choke yourself to death it's not my fault." Luc hid a grin that threatened to show. In all honesty he didn't want Yuber to be disciplined in such a way. But desperate situations called for desperate actions…
"Do I LOOK like a DAMN ANIMAL TO YOU?" Yuber bellowed, eyes narrowed to slits. His shoulders heaving with the effort of not flipping out and losing control.
Luc returned to the same calm state as before, observing the demon before answering. "You act like one, isn't that enough? So I ask you again…go watch over Sarah."
Yuber pursed his lips together, the fang at the corner of his mouth dug into his bottom lip, reminding him to pull himself together. "Of course…" the blonde turned on his heels, gripping the king crimsons with grip so tight, a small crack was heard from the handles.
Luc ran a hand through his hair, "Of course what…?"
Yuber stopped. Hardly able to get the words out of a strained clenched mouth. "Yes MASTER!"
"Master what…?" Luc asked innocently.
Luc could only hear a few hundred dozen-curse words explode from the demons foul mouth that echoed through the castle, sending a few resident seagulls into flight. "Should I add an extra day for his potty mouth?" Luc wondered.
"Hmmm…I don't think Master Luc would approve of thorns or bushes. Nor a tree. But I'm sure he wouldn't mind a tree…" Sarah stomped her foot suddenly "how will I get it back to the castle though? Sometimes I wish Yuber was here…" Neglecting the tree for a bit she strode over to a different location in the market. Eyeing all the different decorations and goods from all corners of the world.
Bending down she picked up a small ball, dangling from a piece of rope "aw…" It was painted with extreme care, even the fine lines used to point out different patterns were not visible. "I'll take a box of those please" she asked sweetly, leaning to the far side on her knees. Looking at other wares.
Until a shadow passed over her form.
"I'm sorry you'll have to wait you're turn" Sarah spoke, still looking about. That proved difficult as her vision became blocked once the sun ceased to shine down. "Look I said wait your damn turn!" She repeated. When no movement or change was done she looked up with a slightly angry look she turned her head to face…Yuber.
"YUBER?" She squeaked and lifted a hand to her mouth, covering it. She just yelled at YUBER! "Don't kill me!" she squeaked, raising her hand above her head to shield herself. Yet…there was no movement as Yuber seemed to glare at her with immense hate. Lowering her hand she reached for the box, getting to her feet warily and eyed Yuber with a weird expression.
Her eyes went downcast as they traveled from the eyes (That reeked of hate and anger) down to the clenched lips, the visible strain of the mouth. And down more to rest at his neck. For a minute she just stared…
And stared…
And stared…
And stared…
Until something came back to her…
"Master Luc you wanted to see me?" Sarah asked from the doorway. Her hand placed itself on the doorway walls. Her eyes glancing around. She didn't remember doing anything wrong. She did everything Luc asked her. So was this something about a spell or perhaps more training was needed or…?
"Yes." Luc's smooth calm voice flooded from the chair at the desk. His head resting against the arm. He drummed his fingers across the desk with no typical rhythm. It became apparent to Sarah that perhaps her master was frustrated over something. Taken cautious steps she entered the room, tightly holding onto her staff as she halted by Luc's side. Waiting for him to speak.
"Do you know any spells…?" Luc asked, "That could enchant this?"
Sarah glanced to the desk. Eyeing the black collar with a questioning look.
"What for? Forgive me for asking."
Luc's eyes softened but he made no reply. A minute passed before Luc made any noise or movement, "it's for a pet I'm thinking of keeping." Sarah tilted her head, her hair falling to one side. Luc had a pet? "But it needs discipline…" the green eyes moved from the collar to Sarah "could you enchant it based on the commands I request?"
"Yes master Luc. After all it's my job to serve you right? I'll do anything requested."
"Good. Now I want…"
Sarah stared at Yuber's neck. There was no mistaking it. That collar was the same one she had enchanted. Hell there was even the nametag there too. With the name and owner…
She snorted. Mouth twitching as a flicker of mirth flashed in her eyes. The box fell from her hand and crashed to the floor as her face went beet red. Yuber narrowed his eyes if possible, even more. Fixing her with a hard stare. It became apparent, very fast, that something was amusing to Sarah. When she covered her whole mouth with both hands, Yuber's mouth twitched. She looked like she might have a some kind of seizure or fit.
Very eerie to Yuber.
'But she only looked at my eyes and stopped at my neck…' Yuber's gaze hardened. 'She enchanted it, of course she's going to know about the collar!' he was momentarily disgusted at the words. A collar. A collar. A human device used to keep track of animals that are owned by the more superior races.
It wasn't long before Yuber turned his head. Blocking out the sudden erupting laughter from the woman. Yes it was annoying. Yes it was eerie. Yes it made his blood boil. Yet it also drew a crowd. So he tried to look normal and not know the girl at all. It worked in many ways. After ten minutes of standing and still not hearing a stop anytime soon from the giggling school girl he grabbed her arm and the box and dragged her away.
Stopping in an alleyway he let go of her. Hoping that her skull might have smashed open by some stroke of luck and end his misery. Despite his outward attitude. It hurt. He had dealt with a lot of humans. Put up with their crap and nonsense about conquering. He could deal with orders and whatever else was required. But when it came down to being disciplined and humiliated, those were two totally different things!
Okay so he wasn't hurt. It was his demon pride that was hurt. It just proved that sometimes humans were superior to demons. Of course, this depended solely on the individual's power but still… "Oh SHUTUP!" Yuber snapped. His mood was getting worse and worse. And the hyena beside him wasn't helping matters. Another bundle of giggles rose into the air, before they reverted back to the shrieks of laughter.
'I hope she DIES from it too…'
"I'm sorry Yuber, really I am. I didn't know you and master Luc…"
"Finish what you're about to say and I'll kill you in a heartbeat."
Sarah covered her mouth, another strain of giggles threatening to overwhelm her, "You couldn't. I know exactly what that collar's capable of. So…this will be payback for those whole 364 days that you've been hell to me. Isn't that right…" Sarah paused, snickering.
"Master Luc's pet?"
Yuber snapped right away and wrapped his hands around Sarah's neck before a sudden pain blossomed from his hands. And stretched to all corners of his body. His hand shook to attempt to kill Sarah or at least choke her to an unconscious state, but despite that. She just smiled, apparently enjoying the sudden advantage as Yuber gritted his teeth. A white-hot pain growing more and more painful as the seconds went on. And before he knew it, he dropped to his knees, gasping for air.
Gloved hands supported his body up as he panted. Actually feeling drained, like he really had run miles and miles after his prey. Were human spells capable of that? Had so much changed over the centuries? "Bastard…you…. you did this…" Yuber's tone was nothing short of promising death. Murder, pain, mutilation, shred, it didn't matter to the demon.
He would be glad with a sharp spoon or bare hand ripping.
Sarah beamed, oblivious. "You brought it upon yourself, now come on. We have shopping to do!"
Shopping…
Shopping… Shopping… Shopping…Shopping..
Yuber loathed that word with a passion.
And it hadn't changed.
In fact it seemed to have gotten worse. Yuber found himself doing everything asked by Sarah. Maybe he felt more subdued than the average person. But he carried the bags, waited in lines for hours on end. But he didn't complain. How could he? Luc ordered him to watch Sarah… and Sarah promised not to aggravate him as long as he did everything asked within reason.
So he did.
Yuber didn't know why. He didn't want to know why.
But he did know. Luc was going to die.
It wasn't too long before closing began. The streets were becoming scarce as the people packed up their wares and proceeded to go home. And continue another day. All that was left were Yuber and Sarah, and those that were taken their time. Not at all intimidated by the dark turning sky. "All done. Think you can carry those?" Yuber looked to the thirty begs respectfully. Fifteen in each hand. Sarah was carrying the tree, probably pitying him with the bags (all of them looked ready to explode. Who knew how cheap things were…).
He snarled at the woman before lugging the bags back to their base. His eyes burned holes into the ground as he walked in silence. The words repeated over and over in his.
'Master Luc's pet, Master Luc's pet, Master Luc's pet, Master Luc's pet…'
"Taken your sweet time I see. Heh, you wouldn't believe the rumors on the street about some girl that nearly died from laughter." A voice spoke up suddenly. Emerging from the blankets of trees. "Sarah, what on earth were you doing causing such a scene? And with Yuber no less?" Albert brushed away his dark locks and fixed the two with a look. "I can't imagine a demon actually listening to her hyena comparison."
There was a sudden thud as bag hit the ground floor. The demon pushed Albert out of the way. If he shoved him as hard as wished to. He'd probably feel the same thing quadrupled. "carry your own freaking bags." He growled, storming to the castle.
King Crimsons hand in hand.
Luc was seated at his desk, overseeing what little of the outside world he could from so high up. He positioned his desk by the window, and watched the three figures below talk, before a certain blond figure seemed to stride pass with little more than a light push to the third party. Green eyes softened as he adverted his gaze, staring blankly at the parchment in front of him.
A quill tapped against the desk. In his head Luc counted the second as they went by. If Yuber continued at the current speed he'd reach him in less than five minutes. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Certainly he liked seeing his servant with a collar. It reminded him of what boundaries he controlled. Like a chess piece on a board. Only his was real life, able to think and act…. accordingly (understatement). Yet at the same time. The control seemed like a sin. Yuber knew it, he knew it, and everybody else in exorcism and dark magic or summoning also knew that whoever had the authority, could do whatever he or she wanted. And the servants were obliged to obey without question.
The door was thrown open, sent crashing into the wall that it often was pushed against. But instead, it was left in shambles. The wood easily splintering and cracking with such a sudden blow. Luc didn't bat an eye at the sudden interruption, how could he not? He knew a majority of what was expected from everyone he knew. And he knew that Yuber wanted his head on a gold platter, with several punctures in his skull. Than maybe a fountain of blood to please his mind and sedate his ego inflated pride…
"Yuber." Luc acknowledged the being without anymore than a mere curt nod.
The demon on the other hand remained at the door, seething in all his mighty anger, letting it soak up the sorrow, concern, and…pity emotions? He blinked. The hell would Luc have to be pitying and be concerned about? Maybe his life? The blonde brushed back his bangs striding forward until his feet stopped on their own. Right beside Luc's chair. 'I must really look like a fool. Where did all my rage go?' as much as Yuber tried to remind himself of why he was standing-right beside his prey. He just couldn't lift the sword and seal Luc's fate.
"Weren't you about to have a fit and kill me in-between that? I'm waiting…"
"Shutup, I'm thinking."
Wow, that must have been lame. And coming from Yuber no less.
Luc cracked a smile, a small chuckle escaping his lips. The single action making him look years younger. "You…think? I thought demons were heartless and lived on chaos and bloodshed. Usually in that type of expertise there is no room to 'think' or use any sort of brain power other than to move the body and locate the enemy."
"I didn't mean that kind of thinking. I meant; I'm deciding if I should end your pitiful life, or spare it and let some other human or beast end it for you."
"You couldn't kill me unless I let you."
"Want to bet?"
"Are you willing to?" Luc retorted, getting a tad irritated with the demon.
"Touché" The blades of the King Crimson twin blades slammed into the floor. Facing downward so they would stick up, the hilt pointing upwards for easy access. The demon remained, weaponless as he stared like an eerie owl. There was hardly any moonlight shining into the castle, almost like it was hiding the two from view. Hiding the secret confrontation from the mortals around.
Luc slid his arms off the table, hands landing on his lap as he regarded the demon with pity. His green eyes traveled down and up again, noting that Yuber seemed to have woken up on the bitter end of the bed either before or after he had slipped the collar on. "Yuber…why do you really think I put that on you?" Luc gestured to the collar, his whole face dropping his sullen mask that he always had on.
"Because you're a human! Because…" The demon paused, trying to think of a come back. "Because it's what humans do! Enslave all races that they think their superior to! It makes you feel better about being such weaklings! So fragile and short lived with your aging…" Luc straightened at the sudden wave of hate and bitterness from the demon. Actually stunned for a good minute. He'd never seen Yuber open up and say more than a sentence about himself. But one thing was very certain.
Yuber hates humans for some reason.
Getting up from his seat Luc crossed over to the demon, raising his hand to the blondes face. Only getting his arm shoved away and a harsh "don't touch me!" response. Ignoring the snarl and very animal like growling from the blonde he reached up again, almost bent on attempting some sort of civil conversation. "At ease Yuber. Calm down." Luc felt very foolish trying to reason to someone two feet taller than him and probably much more mature than he let on.
Bare hand touched smooth and soft skin. Surprisingly Luc noted that Yuber had relaxed enough to allow contact between the two. Yet, he also knew it wouldn't last long. "I put it on you Yuber because if I didn't …you might have not been allowed in the castle. This way I can at least keep track of what you do. Not only that but it's Christmas…" Luc lowered his eyes to the floor, feeling much better talking to it than to mismatched eyes that seethed at him.
"I wanted to show you that I cared. You're the only one I can really trust. You're honest…although a bit unpredictable sometimes; you've done your job. Protected the others and me. Fulfilled your duty. That collar doesn't mean anything but the fact that I own you. And I always will. Cause you'll be by my side forever, I don't plan on dying or allowing you to be killed. I'll watch your back just the same." Luc took a breath continuing as he felt his eyes moisten.
"This way…you won't be misused. It's the only way you could have come across hate for humans…" He bit his bottom lip, feeling a hot liquid run down the sides of his face. Why was it so hard to say this to a servant? A…friend? "So I've tried to give you as much freedom as possible. Given you choices so it wouldn't seem so much as serving me…or maybe that's just me and my foolish talking, right?"
Luc felt his chin lift up by a sudden leather surface. It was a gentle gesture that made it quite surprising. Yuber was by no means gentle, unless he was killing something. Than he'd do the best and most accurate way of it. But this was far from it. Something warm and soft wiped against Luc's eyes, making the brunette blink in surprise. It wasn't leather it was…skin. "Yuber…?" the wind mage murmured in surprise, green eyes looking at the exposed hand with a shocked look. The other glove that Yuber wore had been taken off.
Never had Yuber removed his gloves.
"Wha-"
Yuber caught him off trying to make it seem like an everyday occurrence, "if I touched your face or eyes…. with my gloves…I might have tainted your innocence…" Luc's brain did a somersault and for once he stopped thinking. Yuber…good…words…. not dead? He was feeling faint…
"I…" Yuber seemed to have trouble showing any emotion. "If what you say is true…and you do care Master Luc than…I'll be honored to wear it and serve you until my services are not needed. But don't…shed tears…it's not worth it for a demon." Yuber made a grim look before smiling for half a second before lower his hand. Letting Luc's head suspend in the same position. "Besides it scares me…"
'Yuber knows just when to ruin a moment…' Luc sniffed and rubbed at his eyes several times, "to be honest…that wasn't the collar I wanted you to wear. That was just to keep you in check…this one" he raised another collar, slipping the previous one off Yuber's neck. Than attached the second one with a smile. "This is the one …only I'll see it. So you don't have to worry about your reputation." He backed away expecting Yuber to rip the king crimsons out of the floor and stabs him to death, now that he had the chance. But Yuber just stood like a statue.
When Yuber kneeled down and wrapped two arms around his waist Luc thought for sure something had probably just slammed into his head. And he was dreaming this. But all the same, the wind mage lowered down to the ground, running his hand hesitatingly through Yuber's hair. Only able to hear the barely audible 'thank you' in the background. As he lost his five senses in a world of yellow and black.
"You're no demon Yuber…you're human…"
All he received was a tighter hug.
An understanding passing between two different races.
A/N-Stares-...-Stares-...-Stares-...What was i ON when i wrote this? Its so yuber OOC -bawls- Yuber sama-hugs Yuber- I disrespect him :; Anyways. i think this was...from an original idea (Him being exorcised..i dunno; I forgot XP). Argh -fuzzes- i NEED to play Suiko 1 and 2...so very...very..badly...