UPDATE: Chapter two is corrected I believe…not as much as I would like to, but I just can't change the whole thing...there is a sex scene here, don't like? Skip or if you despise boy x boy sex scenes….close it…though it wouldn't make sense you're reading this, would it? Unless for flaming, of course, which I don't really care :/
Anyways, thanks for reading!
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Chapter 2 : Reminiscence
Marco pulled Lyserg by his wrist hardly behind him. "You little traitor!" he scolded, the poor Lyserg could barely keep up with the blonde's step, he collapsed panting heavily. "Please…Marco…I can't continue…and… I…it wasn't my fault…"
"Shut up already!" screamed Marco, slapping the British boy. Lyserg placed his hand on his red cheek and rubbed it "Please Marco, I didn't do anything on purpose…that was…was only…" tears flooded from Lysergs's eyes like cascades. Marco watched coldly at the crying boy. "Oh don't worry, my Lyserg, but if you betray me again…you'll be punished as well" Marco placed his arm around Lyserg, grabbing his waist and pulling him closer to him. "Remember you are only mine" he whispered to Lysergs's ear, then licked it and finally bit it. Lyserg gave a short shriek, but was quieted down by his companion's kiss.
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Hao sat on the park in front of the mall. He grabbed a stone and threw it to a lake; this went jumping and jumping and jumping, until it was out of view. The boy stared at the lake, and saw Lyserg again. "I must be…crazy, but this grass reminds me of his eyes, the leaves of the trees remind me of his hair…and his warmth…I can still feel it in my heart." Hao shook his head "What am I thinking about? I killed his parents deliberately, the kid hates me…maybe it was just an impulse…yes that's it: a simple impulse. Hao walked around the lake until he reached a flower field. He sat slowly between the flowers, watching not to kill anyone of those. The field was full of roses and dandelions. The roses shone beautifully with the sunlight and the dandelion's petals flew everywhere under that blue sky.
The shaman breathed deep and finally sighed, he didn't want to accept it, but it was true: he was in love with the boy who he murdered his parents. Why and how that happened? He himself hadn't discovered the answer yet. "Maybe it's because…because…I have no good reason, damn me, damn him too…" The boy sighed again, knowing that love wouldn't work out…no way it could work…it would just be a summer love, if there was something. But still it was love, wasn't it? Hao stood up and walked around, he looked at the wrecked city, made by useless humans, all the noise, the cars honking, the people talking by that strange black thing called cell phone, and the mobs of people bumping into other mobs. "I'll restore this place…like that day when it was beautiful…I'll surely become shaman king" he said to himself. Some kids were watching him; they thought it was a stupid guy talking with some invisible friend. "Go get a life!" one of the lads screamed to Hao between laughs.
Hao just ignored the stupid little human and made his way through the nearest corner, then disappeared in flames. The flames took him to England, Hao didn't know why, but unconsciously he wished to go there. The shaman walked aimlessly for quite a while, before he reached a beautiful mansion: Lysergs's mansion. Hao approached it slowly, he then placed his hand on the door softly, and remembered that moment again. It was so clear, as if it had happened yesterday. The flames covering all the place, and Lyserg shocked, crying and scared, but he didn't bother to finish the boy, after all it was just a kid that will not cause any trouble to him. Or at least that was what he had thought back then. Now he felt certain emotion for that boy.
Hao pushed the door insecurely; it opened with a loud screech. Everything was left as that day, except there were no corpses on the floor. Hao walked slowly in the abandoned mansion, each step echoed with the dusty walls, the floor was filled with ashes and the curtains blocked any entrance of light. The long haired shaman spotted the stairs; he decided to check out the second floor, the stair's rail was almost falling, so Hao went up cautiously. He found several doors, the one nearest him was half opened and it could be seen some shelves and many books piled neatly on them. A computer was over the dusty desk and a photo hung from the wall. The photo showed the English boy smiling somewhere in a beach.
Hao continued his way to the second door. He opened it to find the restroom and bathroom. It was an enormous Jacuzzi, and the bathroom was real fancy, but dusty too. Hao headed for the third door. The door was tightly shut, so he forced it until it broke. It was the Diethels' room. The bed was enormous and it looked so comfy, Hao couldn't resist and he dropped his body on it, it had been long since he had rested in such a comfy bed. "They sure had money" he thought and started rolling over the bed as a six-year old boy, why? Well, he just felt like doing that. Finally he reached the bed's other edge and found the opened dresser; many clothes were neatly arranged there. The curious shaman now walked where the dressing table was, a jewel box was outstanding, it was half opened, and inside many collars, rings and bracelets, all made of pure gold and diamonds. Next to it, another photo of Lyserg was placed, now the boy was smiling for it was his fifth anniversary, he was hugging a huge present, this touched Hao's heart, Lyserg looked incredibly cute, Hao decided to keep the photo for himself.
He left Lysergs's parents room and finally reached the last door: Lysergs's room. Hao entered the room timidly, a small bed received him, it was covered with a blue sheet with many yellow stars all over it. Many plushies were piled on the bed; a little desk rested next the bed, on the desk a notebook which read "My diare"
Hao smiled tenderly, it was Lysergs's diary, it was closed with a small lock, Hao broke it easily and opened the diary.
The first page read:
"Hi my diare! Since I am fiv years ol now, my papa gave you to me! Now you'll b my frend, and I wil tel you all my secrets!"
The black-eyed shaman turned the pages; he stopped on one page almost at the end of the notebook:
"Dear diare:
I am almost six years old now! My father gave me a fairy spirit! She is so cute, but I don't know how to get her out of the cage…my papa says to use my powers…I'll try it tomorrow"
Hao continued reading on the other page:
"Dear diare:
Bingo! I think I know where the key is! According to my powers, it is in the Big Ben, tomorrow I'll search more to make sure it is really there."
Hao reached the last page, it was blank and wrinkled, the shaman noticed it was wet before, maybe because of Lysergs's sadness he wasn't able to write anything, instead he wrote his diary in tears. Hao hugged the diary tight, he could feel Lysergs's sadness through it, it made him sad.
"Lyserg..." he whispered.
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**(Warning for lemon part, don't like?, skip then)**
"Marco, please slow down" whispered Lyserg, his face all wet with sweat and Marco's seed. "It hurts!"
"You should be accustomed by now baby" said Marco, sticking his manhood in and out of Lyserg. Lyserg moaned from pain and pleasure. It had been one month since Lyserg had accepted to be Marco's lover. He felt so attracted to the blonde man that he couldn't resist, but now Marco was not that kind, he was harsh and impatient. Lyserg screamed from pain this motivated the blonde lover to continue faster than ever. He carried Lyserg and moved him up and down, the boy could only moan. Suddenly Marco's cell phone rang.
He ignored it firstly, but it didn't stop ringing, so the blonde gave in and answered it.
"Marco speaking"
"Marco, our princess wants to see you"
"Is it really necessary? I'm a bit busy here…Meanne"
"Geez, don't question our iron damsel and come now!"
"But…"
Meanne hung the phone before Marco could answer back. "Oh. That Marco, I wonder what he is doing?"
"Sorry Lyserg, gotta go now, see you later" Marco cleaned himself and dressed quickly, dashing out of the room.
Lyserg lay naked in the bed, tears flooding from his green eyes, he swallowed hard. "Did I make a wise decision? Marco…do you really love me?"
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Hao left the house after a while; he closed the door behind him with a thud. The long haired beauty walked across the streets, he was minding his own business, lost in his mind. He arrived unintentionally to the so called giant clock which distinguished England: the Big Ben. Hao remembered this was the place were Lyserg had found the key to Morphin's cage, in his sixth anniversary. A gust of window stroke Hao's face, he heard Lysergs's laugh in the cold air, the laugh of triumph, for freeing his spirit.
"I must get out of here…" Hao said to himself, and returned to Japan with his fire spirit.
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It was already night. Lyserg was writing in his actual diary the experiences he had had that day.
"My heart is confused, you are like a volcano to me, dangerous but hot; like a tiger, wild but beautiful, and like the wind, you come and go. Now I ask myself what does love really means for me. Is it a game? Is it something false? Is it more than a kiss? Or the greatest experience of all? I wonder if someday I'll discover it"
The British boy closed his notebook and as always hid it under the pillow, and went to bed, still thinking about Hao's kiss. He closed his eyes, and hugged softly his fairy friend.
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Hao returned to the house he was staying, it was an abandoned cottage in the mountains, the bed wasn't as comfy as the mansion's one, but it was something after all. His little friend, Opacho, was loyally waiting for his lord, sitting on the bed.
"Hao-sama!" greeted the little boy hugging his master.
"Hi, Opacho, I'm ok, don't you worry for me"
The little boy smiled tenderly to his lord. "I know Hao-sama, but I missed you a lot"
"It's ok now, would you like to sleep with me tonight?" invited the bigger shaman.
Opacho's eyes illuminated. "Really?"
"Really"
"Yay!"
Hao hugged his little ally, and covered him tenderly with the sheet. "Good night, Opacho" he whispered to the already asleep boy.
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Marco opened the door to Lysergs's room slowly. He approached the English boy cautiously, without doing any sound. Lyserg was sleeping peacefully, his fairy hugging him. The blonde made his way through the blanket, until he reached Lysergs's face and planted a kiss on his tender lips. The emerald eyed boy woke up surprised.
"What? Oh Marco, don't scare me like that please"
Marco smiled provocatively; he then passed his arm around Lyserg, and brought him closer to him. "Do you love me, Lyserg?
"Of course I do, Marco, but it's too late right now…"
"But do you really love me" persisted the blue eyed man.
Lyserg smiled tenderly and kissed Marco's lips gently, eliminating the man's doubts. "Really"
Marco stuck his tongue in Lysergs's mouth, and kissed him hungrily. Lyserg blushed and squeezed his eyes closed tightly. He didn't like when Marco kissed him like that, because next it was followed by some brutal sex from his lover. But Marco didn't do anything; he rose up and left, closing the door slowly behind him.
Lyserg sighed silently. "Uf, that was close" and continued with his dream.
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Hao read the entire diary, from beginning to end, he then watched the photo of the boy who hated him so much…but who didn't rejected one of his kisses.
"I hope he had rejected me" the boy thought out loud. "Why did he let me kiss him…I'm sure it would have been better if everything stayed like it was before…" Hao stared at the photo and at Lysergs's eyes. They were so vivid, his two emerald eyes shining in the picture, and a pure, innocent smile running from ear to ear. His eyes showed happiness and comfort, nowadays those eyes lacked of joy, since the boy lost his parents. Hao sat down on a rock and continued staring at that photo which he held. He rubbed his thumb over Lysergs's face in the photo, and smiled. "So pretty...like an angel" he whispered softly, the wind carried that whisper through the sky… until it was delivered to the remittent.
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Lyserg passed his hand softly through Morphin's pink hair; the little fairy just smiled unconsciously and hugged her little yellow pillow tighter. The emerald eyed boy couldn't sleep even if he tried with all his might; he pulled the covers off and sat on the bed. The window was wide open and a gust of wind made its way through the British's room. The wind was chilly enough to make Lyserg tremble, but strangely, he heard a strange murmur in the wind, a murmur that seemed to warm him up in the middle of the coldness. Lyserg breathed in the wind and exhaled a high sigh, he felt the warmness of the whisper in his heart, even tough he wasn't able to puzzle out what it said or meant.
"Was what that?" he asked the fading wind. "Wait" the cute boy just stared at the window, waiting for an answer he knew would never come.
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Marco sat silently in front of an oak desk, a black lamp lighted the spot were the X-law was working. He was designing the plans for the portal of Babylon, the ultimate weapon for destroying Hao and his allies, he was checking the way to lure Hao into it, of course, and the most natural conclusion was by kidnapping Yoh. Marco yawned loudly, stretching his arms; he felt so tired and decided to go to sleep. The man crept to Lysergs's room again, this time he found Lyserg sticking his head out the opened window. "Hey" he said, scaring Lyserg to the point he almost fell from the window, but Marco hold his pajama before he went down. "Ah Marco-sama! I didn't know you where here" said a panting Lyserg, recovering from the fright. Marco smiled tenderly, the British blushed, "Oh my cutie, what where you doing? I came to give you a good night kissy…" Marco bent slowly and planted a little kiss on Lysergs's forehead, Lyserg blushed, he loved when the blonde treated him gently, that was rare.
Marco put Lyserg to bed and covered him with the blanket, then he left the room, and closed the door slowly. Lyserg smiled and slept immediately, forgetting that whisper in the wind.. . at least for that night.
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Hao tried to sleep that night; he finally slept when his little ally hugged him, since his small body was warm enough to relax the confused shaman. He suddenly opened his eyes and found himself again in the old mansion, sitting on the sofa in the first hall. Mr. Diethel entered the house; he was holding a black portfolio in his right hand and with the other a cigarette.
"I'm back!" he announced, and some steps were heard from the second floor. Hao turned to see the little Lyserg ran to his father's arms, a wide smile covering his face.
"Daddy, daddy! Welcome home!" greeted the boy.
The man dropped the cigarette and the portfolio and used both hands to hug his little son and kissed his pink cheek.
"How's my little man? Did you behave well today?"
"Yeah! I helped mama bake a cake" responded the boy excitedly.
"That's true, honey, our boy is an expert cook." interrupted a beautiful woman entering the hall also wearing a smile on her face.
"Oh I see…ok Lyserg, tomorrow I'll take you to a picnic with mom"
"Really? Oh really? Are you spending this Saturday with me and mama?"
"Yes my boy, so get prepared"
The emerald-eyed boy ran quickly upstairs, to get his things prepared for tomorrow…but Hao was staring the entire scene in awe.
"What the hell is happening here?" he asked but nobody put any attention to him, in fact it seemed nobody was able to see him. Hao stood up and placed his hand on Mr. Diethel's shoulder, but he trespassed him.
"Oh goddamit! I became a spirit!"
"Darling, it seems a ghost is here" warned the man to his wife "I just felt a presence"
"Ok, but don't tell any of this to our son, he'll get scared" pointed the woman, who didn't look scared at all.
Hao ran upstairs and dashed into Lysergs's room. The little boy was writing the fifth page of his diary; he was very happy, it made Hao smile. Hao embraced the boy; Lyserg didn't even notice the hug and just continued with his writing.
The young shaman opened his eyes, it was just a dream, he was sure that couldn't be real, it was so strange and out of context to be real, but still it was ok…to be with him, with the emerald-eyed boy that accepted his unexpected kiss.
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End of chapter two