Title: Dreams Die...
Author: noelle, angelpalcayahoo.ca
Summary: "Dreams are part of fairy tales, destinys are meant for heroes and faith are for fools. I was all once, now ..."
Pairing: TyKa (goes w/o saying) don't know about the rest of them yet
Rating: PG-13 for now, don't know if it'll go up unless someone volunteers to assist w/ the lemon sheepish grin
Disclaimer: Not mine, if they were I would have had Kai jump Taka eons ago. Plus, I highly doubt anyone wants to sue me for the two year old cans of baked beans that are probably still sitting in a corner of my dorm room somewhere. )
Author's Note: Umm ... first fic, and really only writing it b/c I haven't seen much TyKa goodness recently and RL has kinda been sucking something fierce and I can't break anything that is currently around me. I'd love to hear all types of feedback; good, bad, ugly ... Additionally, if someone wants to beta, when I take over the world I'll hand over Switzerland so that they can make chocolate solely for you. ) Anyhoo, I'll let you get to the fic, but honestly, if this was a huge error on my part and you feel I should stick to reading instead, do not hesitate to say so, I'd actually be eternally grateful. Thank you!
Prologue
"Do not be dim-witted, this is all you've ever wanted to be, you can not give it up because of a few hurdles!"
"You don't understand. None of you do …"
Then there was fire – everywhere. Flames that blistered his skin, smoke that burned his eyes and just when he thought the smell of burning flesh was too much, he heard ...
A few gasps were all the noise that infiltrated the silent night before the body startled awake.
Looking around the darkness that not even the moon was allowed to penetrate the slight figure oriented him self again; a nightly ritual that even the comfort of familiar surroundings did not negate.
Silently slipping out from beneath his covers he made his way across his room, down the hall, stairs and out the front door without anyone being the wiser. This too had become a reoccurring habit. Apparently not one gone completely unnoticed by his hosts, as he found a blanket and thermos awaiting him by the tree stump that had become his destination these past few nights.
Sending out a mental thank you, he wrapped the blanket around him and settled himself on the stump louts style. Leaving the tea for when warming up would be needed.
Shutting his eyes, he began to take deep breaths … in … out … in … out … in … out … in … out … in … out. With each breath, the temperature dropped, the wind picked up and his heart beat slowed. He became the calm in the center of the storm.
His eyes blinked open. It was light, clear blue skies greeted him in all directions, and floating a few feet in front of him awaited the one who had called him this night.
"Welcome, Kinomiya Takao, have you decided to stop running?"
"Not now Dragoon, tell me why I am here." Normally cheerful brown eyes had turned into an ocean of blues, dark blue hair shone almost brilliant silver, the voice that demanded an answer was absent of the laughter that others associated with the now stern individual.
Slightly disheartened with the cold greeting, the beautiful dragon that ruled the skies of all worlds turned to guide the reluctant boy, now a young man, to the future that even he can not escape from.
He should not have been summoned, Pyro.
It went that good, I take it.
I have revealed nothing; I will bring him to the guard point. We shall meet you there and together we will show him why.
If that is what you feel is best, I shall send the others away. He will not be pleased with my presence, let alone all of ours.
No more was said, what else was there.
"I have never known Dranzer to be tentative" whispered Takao. This is not what he wanted when he left, he never expected anyone let alone Dragoon and Dranzer to be cautious around him.
"You heard?" Dragoon had not expected that, it has been quite some time since Takao's last visit and that had not gone well. Words were exchanged, hurts inflicted and none of it could be taken back by any of the partakers. After all this time he thought the ways of this world had been forgotten with everything else that Takao had left behind.
Sighing, Takao regretted his earlier absence of warmth in their greeting if this was to be the result, in an attempt to rectify the situation he began a stilted apology.
"Dragoon, I … AHHHH" clutching his head in sudden pain he stumbled in mid-air. It was too much; the heat, the hurt, the smell of horror. Not again. Then … "DRANZER!" turning to Dragoon, Takao whispered two words before losing consciousness that brought about abject fear to the lord's heart.
"Dreams die."
... tbc?