Love, something I never believed in before. It was some kind of illness that would weaken one, pull them out of control. Why? I never really wished to understand it, nor did I try... With confusion, I soon learned that I had a new feeling. Was it love? I wasn't sure at the time, but I think I was falling deeper than love could ever hold. I think I was falling for Clive. Warm arms holding me tightly, it just made me melt. Soft kisses, it just made me want to hold on even more.
The night had set in with the stars glimmering over high above. Dozens, even thousands of stars were set beyond one's reach. How far could one reach before touching the nearest star was past so many human's imaginations; however Jet had caught himself believing he found his star, and that he would never let go of it.
It was after a long battle, the two had found themselves exhausted by fighting off such a large foe. Turning in early as the horizons were beginning to change into different hues of pink and orange, the two had set up camp. The two had layed down to rest with one another.
Clive was already humbly asleep holding the boy close to his body. His arms carelessly wrapped around his back and head to draw him closer to him. Jet starred down at him, letting his chin gently rest upon his chest. There were too many thoughts to sleep on, to many hidden feelings. "What makes you believe I'm so important?" Brushing a glove free hand across the slumbering man's cheek, a warm smile crossed his own cheeks. "I haven't done anything to deserve your affection, your love, your heart.... I wish I could understand Clive, really I do."
Sighing softly, he just looked to the scattered extra clothes they wore during the day. He himself was only dressed in his black t-shirt and jeans that was all he needed for tonight. Shuttering slightly from the cold, to his surprise, Clive pulled his long coat over their two bodies. "I wouldn't want you to catch a cold." He grinned brushing silver strands from the eyes he dreamt of. How cute Jet looked was all he thought of the puzzled boy's face for the moment. "You should get some rest you know... The way you have been, I would think you'd be tired."
Nodding to agree with Clive, Jet cuddled against his body for warmth letting the cloak cover him to the shoulders. The sounds of the fire near, the slight dimming light, warmth... Jet no longer kept those thoughts he held letting himself begin to drift off into what seemed an endless sleep.
Clive watched him while running his hand through the silver strands. His thoughts were the same as Jets'. Just dreams that were deeply focused on the other. How could something so wrong feel right? So many times those words had been repeated through the older man's mind. Jet, he was something he needed, something he wanted. For so long the boy was out of his reach. Tightening his grip around the boy's body, he smiled at him, he himself drifting off into that familiar feeling of sleep.
Dreams were often a reflection of what one really wanted. What one feared, hated, loved, lusted... A dream was a reflection, nothing more than the essence of your soul being shown to yourself. Sure, there were dreams that made no sense, and there were dreams that one wished to curl back up to and remember. All ended the same however.
In the end, you woke up and ended up forgetting it. Some struggled to think of their dreams after forgetting. I mean, do you even try to stop in the day after such a good dream?
An endless void of darkness, pain caressing every which corner of his body, Jet tried to escape, tried to scream. Nothing. His body felt so heavy, he couldn't run anywhere. Memories, visions... Breaking down, he only fell to his knees beginning to sob. "Stop it!" He cried as a vision of blood.
"Stop it!"
Those words were repeated over and over again. Heat began to spill around him; it was a great fire that burned. Stumbling back, he only shuttered beginning to go into a sort of a crawling backward position. Never had the boy trembled so. Suddenly, there was a light. So far above at first, he felt a calming warmth mix over his body. What was this? Reaching a hand from the darkness, he embraced the light feeling something grip upon him.
Blue eyes blankly stared at what was before him. Having been in a sat up position, Clive held him up worriedly. It didn't take much to tell when the man was worried. His expression always spilt upon his face giving away each moment he was saddened, scared, and happy, even more than there were to count. Small pants came from Jet's lips. Snapping out of a nightmare was one thing, but to find what the light was that relieved you of a nightmare was another.
Pulling his angel into an embrace, Clive ran a hand down his back trying to show that it was okay. "Sh..." He tried to hush him calmly. "It's alright..." Having repeated that several times to the boy, Jet let it sink in like old news. "Clive... You were watching me sleep?" Softly his voice asked. No answer coming from either one of them, Jet only wrapped his arms around the other...
Traveling was one of the most difficult things to do sometimes, especially across the wastelands. You could never tell how strong an enemy would be going from area to area. Sometimes it was just a moment of crossing some grass you would find a new fight to over come. Traveling as a group always made it easier.
Still unsure if they should retreat to the town he fleeded from, Jet blankly looked in the direction of once where he had ran from. Fully dressed, his eyes gazed back to Clive for reassurance only to be pushed ahead. "I don't want to go back..." He mumbled under his breath, however Clive still persisted they did.
"Come on love. I know you're scared to see them right now, especially after what they had seen but I'm sure they will understand." Seeing no change in the other's attitude, Clive wrinkled his nose before picking up the boy and placing him onto his shoulders. Squirming slightly from surprise and slight annoyment from his moment to sulk being ruined, he wrapped his arms around Clive's neck getting a free piggy back. It was a first for him to do, but soon he realized how much he enjoyed it.
"I'm not scared!" Jet claimed trying to protect what dignity he had left. Clive smirked, only to have his cheeks pulled really hard. "I said I'm not!" Jet said again while pulling Clive's lips in somewhat of a playful way. Chuckling, Clive shook his head deciding it wasn't best to let himself press upon the boy like such. "Okay okay!" He laughed.
Placing his angel upon the ground, Clive examined the town over with a curios look upon his face. "Where has everyone gone?" He questioned before looking to his small angel at his side. "Get ready for a fight... Something doesn't seem right."
Nodding, Jet drew his weapon before making his own observations. There was no other soul in sight other than the two who stood at the entrance of the town. How similar the situation was to an old western draw out. With the wind carrying sand across the dry ground, Jet gave a slight concerned look to Clive. "Did you hear that?" He asked. Giving him a blank look, Jet figured he was alone on this.
He could hear sounds echoing. What was it? Screams, cries for help, he could hear it all distantly and all to close. Shivering from the thought of what was occurring, he looked to Clive then to where he hoped the sound was coming from. It seemed that there had been attack. Stepping forward slightly, he took a small gaze around once again around the town for any clues of where those who were in danger were at. Closing an eye, he thought to himself before nodding quickly jumping up onto a wooden porch that was two stories high.
Astonished, Clive watched before having to climb up himself, after all, he wasn't as fit and young as Jet was after all. "What is it?" He asked once having gripped the railing pulling himself up only to cause more distress to see Jet running towards a mine shaft. "Urgh..." He mumbled before quickly going after him. "Jet, be careful!" He warned trying to follow after him and not loose him in the darkness.
Coming to a stop, Jet had found what he was looking for. A rather large dragon had everyone surrounded, and at it's side was Janus. That creep. How could someone with a human soul murder countless people without a care? Not even Jet was that cold at heart. Scowling, he knew that this fight was going to be by himself. Clive was to far behind, and Gallows and Virginia had been taken down during the fight against him. "I will not let you harm anyone..." He muttered drawing the large weapon. Whether death was going to sweep him away, or a victory, in the end, it would be the same as if dieing.
The last sight Jet remembered was Janus charging at him. The last sound he heard was breath escaping watching his own blood fly into the air. The thud against the cold ground, his heart slowing with each beat. Everything began to fade it's way into a bright light. "Clive... I'm sorry..."
(To be continued! I know, I'm kill you guys with shorts like this! Don't worry though. When I'm bored enough I'll write ten pages to torture you all. I might even post another for today. - Hope you enjoy!)