wh00t another lame chapter XD Anywho...
SPOILERS! AHH! cough anyways... I do not own ToS. But you probably already know that... Now, this chap (I think) is really lame, but hey, I only write this when I have nothing else to do. lol Lately homework has been eating me. Its not doing a very good job because well... its teeth is made of paper but its still really anoying... Anywho, enjoy I guess. And sorry for the late update thingy.
Yuan covered his tired, angry face with his hands. Growling something under his breathe he peaked through his fingers over at a sleeping Kratos. Kratos was lying on top of the cold, gray bricks a couple of feet away. Both were inside one of the smaller buildings surrounding the main fountain. Supposedly they were to sleep there – but whenever Kratos rolled over in his slumber his metal tipped sword sheath would scrape noisily on the floor. And to Yuan, that was enough to keep him up all night no matter how tired he was after climbing that damn mountain for a weak.
With a long, painful sigh Yuan laid back down on top of his cloak. Staring up at the ceiling once more, like he had been almost all night, he noticed something new about the detailed art above him. The ceiling showed what looked like a grander version of the city, filled with flowers and color, but now he saw, behind some clouds, a couple of exotic birds. He smirked. One was blue and the other a dark red. He quietly laughed a thought out of his head and rolled onto his side and stared out the window.
He mumbled angrily to himself. The sun was beginning to come up from behind the mountains. Much to his surprise, the square of light from the window was amazingly close to him. Sitting back up he pondered and decided that it was about an hour or two before noon. Wondering how Kratos could possibly sleep so long he glanced over to his comrade.
Positioning himself a pon his knees he leaned over Kratos. His long, tied back, blue hair hung over one shoulder, almost reaching the sleeping mans face. "Hey." Yuan said sternly. He grumbled something and said again, "Hey! Kratos!"
The human rolled away from Yuan's evil glare and rested on his side. Growling, Yuan stumbled to his feet. He kicked the red headed angel in a kidney. He did so a couple more times, then stopped, half swing, remembering when Mithos had kicked him. Sighing heavily, he rubbed his face. Why did he need to wake Kratos anyway? Kratos awake was almost like Kratos asleep. He agreed with himself and decided to explore the city for those locked rooms that his comrade wouldn't let him enter.
Stifling a yawn, Yuan hooked his cloak around his shoulders. After patting some dust off of him and his cape, the half-elf slowly opened the door and closed it gently behind him. With a sigh of relief he walked up to the empty fountain. He leaned against its railing with his hands and tried to remember where exactly those taunting rooms were. He yawned heavily and spun around and began to walk in a random direction drowsily.
After about twelve minutes of walking he finally came a pon one of the locked doors. He rubbed one eye and with the other hand he thoughtlessly twisted the knob trying to open it. When the handle didn't turn he glared at it evilly. With a quick walk around the small building, packed tightly between others on all sides, he found it had no windows or any other way to enter. Chuckling silently to himself, he tried the locked door once more. He then let out a relaxing sigh and took a small step back. With a quick glance around he leaned on one leg and lifted the other, and with a quick, powerful kick he heard the desired sound.
Stepping over bits of wood and the fallen door handle he pushed the bent door inward and slowly walked in. The room was small and its floor was sunken in about three steps. Along all the walls were shelves, mostly empty shelves, with about one or two water jugs. His shoulders hung and his head fell. And with a swift kick of a piece of splintered door he left in search on another locked door.
Slowly opening his eyes, Kratos awoke to the beautiful art on the ceiling and the warmth of the sun through the window on his face. He brushed hair away from his eyes and covered his mouth with a back of a hand as he yawned. Blinking, he began to recall where he was, though knowing he could do nothing about it he just laid there. Thoughts of Lloyd hovered in his mind as he stared upward. But when his wife began to creep into his mind he forced himself to stop thinking altogether. With a currently blank mind, he stared up at the artwork. He laid there, motionless for quiet some time, letting his mind work again, letting it wonder who created the masterpiece. Then something caught his eye. With a raised eyebrow he stared at the little blue bird. He blinked and sat up, still starring at it. Then suddenly he looked around. "Yuan?" He asked to the empty room. With a seemingly angry sigh he stood up, rearranged his sword hilt, and walked hastily out of the building.
The caped half-elf by then had found another locked door. And had kicked down that locked door. And had found and left another small, empty room.
The angry Yuan turned a few sharp corners and found a third locked door. He again, kicked it down and entered. He looked around. On the shelves were many vases, closed boxes and some objects covered in tannish blankets. His eyes widened and he wished so deeply that he would find something useful … or at least entertaining in the boxes.
He turned and twisted sharply, walking through the alleyways of the city, looking for the missing Yuan. As he turned a corner he froze. His eyes fell to the ground where they saw what seemed like a door. Sighing heavily he raised his tired head again and took a couple of steps in the room.
The two angels collided head on, as Yuan was basically ready to run from the room from anger of finding nothing.
Kratos rubbed his forehead then offered a hand to Yuan, who had fallen backwards, to help him up. If he had looked, Kratos would have seemed disappointed or sad, but Yuan didn't look. Instead, Yuan was too busy dusting himself off after getting up to notice.
Both of them sighed heavily, and just stood there, doing basically nothing. Kratos looked to his right, itched his chin. Yuan kicked a piece of door and rubbed an eye. And what seemed like an hour of nothing, both froze, hearing a strange noise.
Yuan looked down at his stomach, eyebrows raised. Kratos chuckled.
"Hey, don't laugh." Yuan said quietly, eyes but mere slits.
Clearing his throat, Kratos looked down an ally.
"Uum…" Yuan was not used to the feeling of hunger. He didn't even know what it was, or even that it was happening to him. "Is this… normal?" Yuan asked, looking up to Kratos, feeling slightly childish.
Kratos couldn't help it. He chuckled a little while before replying, "Heh, Yuan, sounds like your hungry."
"Hungry?" Yuan's face became one of sudden realization. "But Mithos said that we…"
"Yes, I remember." He looked at Yuan coldly, "He said a lot of things." Talking to Kratos about Mithos was sort of like talking to Yuan about Martel. They both want the conversation to end once the name was said. But for completely different reasons.
Kratos turned and began slowly walking. "Hey!" Yuan said quickly. "Where do you think your going?"
Not even bothering to look over his shoulder, Kratos responded, "I'm going to look for food… You should probably come."
Yuan walked briskly to catch up, then slowed and walked on his heels. "I don't recall being hungry in a long while. Why am I hungry now?" His gut twisted realizing how childish he sounded.
"… I suppose its because your used to a snack now and again at your bases. If I recall correctly, you haven't eaten since before the Tree germinated."
Yuan stared ahead. "That's true…I don't recall you eating since then either, why are you not hungry?"
"…" They walked in silence for a while.
"Well?" Yuan asked, wanting to know, but trying not to show it.
"… I'm … a light eater." Right thought Yuan, but decided to let it slide.
As they reached the Northern exit of the city, their pace slowed dramatically. In just a few minutes they had reached atop a small grassy hill. The two looked opposite ways. Kratos to the forest and Yuan to an empty field.
Yuan sighed exasperated, "I don't see a single living thing." He looked back at Kratos to see his nod. "… What am I supposed to eat then? Is there any vegita-" Yuan was shushed, and followed Kratos' example and slowly knelt in down, looking to the right of the forest.
His eyes widened. Something moved, from behind a large rock. They waited and were rewarded with an amazing sight. A silvery white, deer looking creature with, a long neck and limbs, walked out in plain sight. Its large, rabbit like ears pushed back as its small black eyes laid on them. It was slightly frightening, but its elegance kept both of the men's' gazes from turning. Yuan breathed heavily as it walked up to them. Very, very slowly, the two stood, their heads about a foot below its.
The deer-like creature snorted quietly and bent its long neck down to stare intently at Yuan. "Eh.." he took a step back, nervous. The nostrils on the tip of its slender snout sniffed his blue hair. Yuan twitched an eye and took another step back.
Kratos chuckled and raised a hand slowly and gently began stroking the top of the creatures head. Its gaze turned to the human and gave a sort of whine. Kratos smiled simply, "It reminds me of Noishe."
Yuan crossed his arms. "Look, were looking for food, not pets." He watched his comrade pet the seemingly happy creature a few times. "It is an amazing specimen, and Ill be nice and not eat it." He rolled his eyes as Kratos stared at him in slight horror. "… Lets keep searching." He sighed, and glanced once more at the creatures plumpish belly.
The creature galloped away in a silvery blur leaving Kratos standing alone, his hand still in mid air. "Heh, come on," Yuan said, walking past him. "I'm sure well see that thing again, you can name it later."
Both men smirked and continued on into the forest for their search.