Conflict of Interests
Drabble 14: Ice
By: Kigen
Unofficially entitled Bedtime Stories of a Crimson Nightmare Sad HaoLysergYoh with character death
Disclaimer: I stabbed myself with a scalpel today at internship. If I owned Shaman King, I wouldn't be interning and accidentally knocking shelves of medication over with my cell phone (that was last week). And HaoLysergYoh would be cannon, but you all know this by now.
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Lyserg shivered under the other's touch.
It wasn't right.
There was no reason for Hao's fingertips to feel so cold. He shouldn't feel cold at all.
It was just... Wrong.
Hao was fire; hot, engulfing, destroying, consuming, killing, burning, searing hot fire.
But still; the hands as cold as ice, misting breath and made his skin quiver and rise with goose bumps, the feel of strands of hair like chilled silk sliding across his body; it was all so very cold.
It felt like the touch of the dead
"Lyserg..." Hao whispered softly, a hand placed on his shoulder.
"H-Hao." the dowser tried to say, tried to whimper, but the words stuck in his throat.
The hand on his shoulder began to shake him slightly "Wake up Lyserg..."
With a soft groan, and fluttering eyelashes, Lyserg opened his eyes to meet the warmth of Hao's eyes.
Except they weren't Hao's.
Hao was searing hot... and so very cold.
Yoh frowned, his worry for his lover evident. "Are you all right Lyserg? It looked like you were having a nightmare." Yoh pulled Lyserg into his arms. He knew what was wrong. He knew what Lyserg dreamed about. The dowser wasn't the only one missing the third member of their relationship.
"Yeah." Lyserg murmured, his eyes sliding shut to see the fiery god that continued to haunt his dreams even after his passing.
"I'm just a little cold."
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Poor Hao. Poor Lyserg and Yoh for that matter. This depressed me. Hoped you all enjoyed it.
More humor next chapter. Cute and cuddly humor at that.
Now that you've read, please review.
Ja manna-san!