Hi!
I know. It has been quite some time. But please bare with me. I have been sick. I know that sounds like a random excuse. However it isn't. I haven't felt emotionally well. I know that makes me sound like a mental person. But I'm not,, just trying to move past some heavy stuff that happened in my live.
I can't promise fast updates but I can promise that this story will be finished. I have planned everything out. I actually have written the last two chapters of the story but I still have to write my way to those chapters. Be aware though; I have warned you from the beginning that there will be no happy ending.
I want to thank you all that have reviewed. I feel honored. I can't remember if I got back to you guys. (I'm that messed up) I'll just answer some questions here and next time I promise to reply to your reviews. But thank you very much. I love reading what you guys think!
Yuuram88 : about their ages. They are the same age. You'll find out in this chapter
Lina : Konrart and Gwendel won't meet him for a while. When they do Konrart won't be sure since he was little when his brother 'died'. Gwendel wouldn't know what to think. You see every one thinks he is dead. And why do they think that? You'll have to continue reading to find out! (feels a bit evil nowT.T)
I hope you guys like this chapter. It might be confusing but it's meant to be that way! Answers will come in future chapters...
Les yeux vert ,,Part 2
The rebels, feared among most common people in the Demon Kingdom. Hated by the noble's, who they oppose. Loved among the outcast, people that have no where to turn to. Who's believes and hopes are shattered and their minds clouded. Rebels, they believe they fight for everything that's good. They don't care about their crimes and unjustice as long as it is for the higher good. The good for the people, who fear, hate and love them.
Their leader is a large man with a body that has been engraved with scares. His face looks older then it should, memories of lost and pain flickered in his eyes like a flame. The dusty blond hair has not been taken care of properly for a while and his blue eyes were dim. He was young but worn out, everyone could see that but not everyone could see the lie in that
For this noble who turned his back to his king and his family a long time ago had more spirit than any could have in his position. Driven by the will of justice and protecting his people. Even though everwhere they came they were spit up on. He had a will so powerfull his men would follow him into flames and die useless deaths just to be by his side.
His small army exists mostly out of half demons, most of them outsiders nobody cares for. But they are good men, strong. Not only in appearance but strong in every sense of the word. They are strong enough to fight for both humans and demons , both who condemned them to a life of solitary.
They went wherever they wanted and fought if they thought it suited them. But for the time being they held a low profile. Searching for the one that could be their key to succes. Who could get them their victory and respect.
"Keenan, any word yet?" Sir Adelbert, the man who held the position of leadership, looked up from his newspaper at one of his men, who just entered the room.
The man he called out for looked confused, "there are several rumours going around, none of them are clear. However due to your description we did find out that there is someone here that looks like him. Although.. we have been wrong before."
"Do not give up, there is no pride in that. And look for that guy if he's not him we'll find out right away."
Keenan leaned his back against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. "What if he really is death?"
"Then we won't find him." The large blond man smiled at the other and looked at him questionable. His blue eyes asking why he hasn't left yet.
"I'll be back as soon as we find the guy we've hear off, sir. I surely hope it's the right one this time." The rebel said, catching his leader's look and sighed. He then left right away.
"He is." He looked up from his seat out of a widow at the sky, "After all you wouldn't be telling me lies now, would you?" He lowered his head again and continued to read the paper, he was reading before keenan appeared.
xXxXx
"Yuri"
The boy opened his eyes and met green ones staring back at him.
"Yuri"
"Yes?" He wondered whether he knew the person who's calling out for him.
"Don't be scared," the person with the emeralds whispered softly
He looked confused, "I'm not scared."
"You don't ever have to be scared, Yuri." Another whisper sounded, ignoring the dark boy's previous respond.
He frowned, trying to get a clear vision of the person's face. "But I'm not..!"
"Good morning!"
He woke up with a view of Konrart's ever lasting smile. He wondered how anyone could be so perky in the morning.
The boy murmured his good morning back.
"Where you dreaming?" The brunet asked with a curious look.
Sitting straight up in his bed and rubbing his eyes, he started wondering if he did. "Hmm I guess so.. Why?"
"You were mumbling something in your sleep. As if you were talking to someone"
"Oh.. yeah.. I saw..green eyes..?" That was the only thing he remembered and it annoyed him. It almost seemed if he forgot something important.
The brown haired soldier frowned in confusion and chuckled, "green eyes? Like mother's?"
"Not exactly.. close though. I forgot it's face.. ah well" He got out of the bed and walked to the door, "going to the bath's!"
xXxXx
Yuri was walking around aimlessly in the green fields for a while. Something had spooked him, something about that dream gave him a very umcomfortable feeling.
He heard some noises and turned his head to the side. There was a boy heading his way. He looked like a peasant boy, plain looking with messy blond hair and with eyes that.. Green eyes!
"Heey you!" He yelled when he walked closer "..I dreamt of you.." he whispered mostly to himself.
The familiar green eyes narrowed, "get the hell out of my way." He pushed the other slightly to the side and continued to walk.
"No wait," the king grabbed the others shoulder and spun him around.
The first furious face faltered and the blond boy gasped softly "you.." he whispered noticing the black colour of both eyes and hair of the other boy. "You're a noble."
The boy laughed, "you could say that."
The blond considered to bow or do something respectfully but he wasn't known for his well behaved manners. So why should he change now? He narrowed his eyes again at the other boy, "is there something you want?" He asked coldly, still not liking the fact that he was bothered on his way out of this place.
"It's just you look so familiar."
"I'm sure they all just look exactly like me up there in wealthy land. Excuse me, Sir, I have to go."
"No please wait!" The black haired boy asked not really knowing why himself, "stay. Just for a little while"
The blonde stared at him for a moment. That made him somehow a little nervous but he was glad to see a small nod.
The boy with the green eyes dropped his bag and stood in front of the other, arms folded and his expression near to angry.
He noticed the eyes immediately, they looked exactly like the ones he has been dreaming of only.. They didn't held the warmth and the kindness he saw in his dreams. If anything he saw hatred and anger in them mostly. And the others voice.. he couldn't say he recognised it but then the voice in his dream was vague and he couldn't clearly remember it.
"What's your name?"
The other boy held silent for a while, first not even intending to answer but he did eventually. "Ruben Ruyter, who's asking?"
He received chills running up and down his spine by the other's coldness both in his eyes and voice. "Shibuya Yuri, you can just call me Yuri."
Yuri saw that Ruben recognised his name but somehow the blonde didn't seem to know who he was. That quite suprised the dark boy. Didn't everyone know him? If not by face, by name?
"What kind of a weird name is that?" The other finally asked.
The Maou laughed nervously, "I'm not really from around here."
The blonde let himself fall on the ground. He looked as if he was thinking about something. "Where are you from then? I don't know a place where names like that appear."
He joined the other on the ground. "From far away. I... don't exactly know myself. My family found me when I was small..
Back home I don't have many people around of my own age. None actually." He said as if he was explaining why he wanted the blonde to stay for a while.
Adopted? A double black not of noble blood? How is that possible? The blond boy was a bit confused by the information he got from the other boy. He then looked slightly annoyed. "I'm sure I'm not your age."
"Ohh.. but you look.."
"I'm seventy two, I'm only a half demon. You must be around your nineties or so"
The king shook his head, "no, I'm seventy three."
The green emeralds went wide as dishes. "N.. no that's not possible! A noble can't be a half blood!" The guy is a noble. Who's adopted and is a half demon? Isn't that an insult to the Demon kingdom? His thoughts were controlled by what he was taught in his early years, he looked completely outraged.
The black haired boy looked shocked himself. The fact that he was only half a demon was suppose to be a secret. He didn't like it but nobody could know their king was part of their enemies race.
"I.. I" He lifted himself of the ground. "You can't tell anyone!"
The blond got up too and lifted an eyebrow. "Why shouldn't I? This is a disgrace to the people! Who exactly are you? And what the hell do you want from me!?"
It had been uncomfortable the whole time but now it was just plain dreadful. The black haired boy was scared that he had done something terribly stupid. If word got out.. And if Gunter heard.. The guy would freak out! Gwendal would punish him secretly with giving him more paper work. Or he could be really in trouble and there could be a war and and and..! Alright maybe he is overreacting a little bit but he is in trouble, that is for sure.
He had the feeling that he should call for someone or bring this boy back with him to the inn. He hated the feeling of not knowing what he had done. The blond was freaking out little and raising his voice. That didn't exactly help him to calm down. And if that guy reacted like this, how would the rest of the kingdom take this?
Suddenly it was like lightning hit and every feeling that went through boy was forgotten. Pushed away for another time to worry about. A voice spoke. It sounded like a voice, soft yet manly but no words where formed.
Both boys minds went blank completely and bodies moved on their own record. It was if they were controlled as puppets by strings. They moved closer to each other. Ruben's hands slowly lifted to settle on both side's of the black haired boy. Yuri's hands held the blonde's waist and guided him closer to his own body.
Yuri's eyes closed and without hesitation moved with the hands, who were pulling his face a bit down. The blonde's eyes stayed open as if he were struggling against what was happening, scared that he wasn't in control, frightened that the other didn't quite seem to mind.
The blond boy's half open lips pressed against the other and captured the bottom lip. Some where along the way the strange force left the boy's body. As soon as Ruben noticed he wanted to pull away but was unable to because of the hands on his hips. One hand raised to push the blonde's head back, lips were pushed a little to forceful together. Yuri was most eagerly to go a little further and tried to enter a little more. By the feeling of yuri's tongue Ruben gasped mostly in shock, however Yuri took advantage of that.
That's when Yuri felt the force of a knee in his crotch. He let the other go immediately. Pain clearly expressed in his face. But before he could say or do anything, a painfull force guided his face the other way. He tasted the copper taste of blood in his mouth. His hand went up nurgering his right cheek, where he was slapped by the other boy.
"What the hell is your problem! Dammit. You hit me twice.. that hurts!"
The blond looked furious, "what the hell is my problem?! What the hell is wrong with you! You sick.." The fury in the boy's face faded and confusion took over. "What just happened? W.. what was that? Did you feel.. did you hear that?"
"Yeah it was like I stepped out of my own body. Felt pretty good when I was back though. Well at least the first few minutes." He laughed nervously at the narrowed green eyes. "Did you recognize that voice?"
"No, did you hear what it said?"
"No but I heard it was talking to us. ..It controlled us." The king added. He looked at the clouds. "They must be pretty perveted up there. What were they trying to make us do?"
His eyes turned at his company. His unpleasant company, he found, but still even though his harsh tongue, he liked the blond. Said boy was picking up his bag and put it back over his shoulder again. The king felt dissapointed.
"Are you going?"
The other nodded, "before something else weirds happens."
"But you could come back with me, meet my brother."
He could see the other inspecting him. Looking confused a bit and then shrugged. "Why would I want to do that?"
"I don't know.. I thought it be nice.. to hang out.. It really is rare that I talk to someone my own age."
The blond turned his back to the king. "I'm not going to waiste my time, hanging out with someone I don't like."
Don't like?
The king looked like he was stabbed by a dagger. Everyone always likes him! No one is mean to him and they love spending time with him! They adore his presence. That's the way it was. Ever since he was a kid. People loved him the instant they layed eyes on him. No one ever spoke to him like that. He really didn't know how to react to it.
Dumbfounded he watched the back of the skinny boy walking away from him.Something ached in his stomache. This wasn't suppose to be like this. He wanted nothing but to bring that person back. But he was already out of sight.
Reflecting this over in his mind he stared towards the way the other just left. What just really happened? Was it love at first sight that made their minds go blank? But both at the same time.. that's not possible, right? Besides the other didn't seem to be the least interested in him.
He actually hurt him pretty bad. His hand lifted to his cheek. He smiled. That was the first time someone ever stood up to him. If he would kiss one of the princesses or knights he met they would have let him do whatever he wants. But this guy didn't know he was the king. However he did know that he was important. The way he looked at the mention of his name and when he noticed the colours of his hair and eyes. Still he didn't crumble or felt inferior.
Will he ever find someone like that again? A person that to most would seem offensive and rude. Not worth of any attention but to him.. only the thought of a person like that melted him. Someone who wasn't scared of him and let his mouth speak freely. He wanted a person like that. He always knew it. He just didn't know someone like that existed. He wanted that boy.
His hand went up to his cheek again and his eyes widened it realisation. He figured the free spirited blond was already out of reach. So he turned around and hurried himself back to the inn.
xXxXx
Right after the black haired Maou left. A group that looked like bandits hurried its way through the same fields. Horses moving in a almost running pace. Trampling the fresh green grass and flowers that came their way.
"You sure?" Their rebel leader asked.
"The old lady said so. It took us a while to break her but she was scared to death. She wouldn't have lied." Another man with greyish hair answered.
"Just our luck. The kid just got thrown out.. We have to find him soon before something happens to him." One of the younger rebels said, his shoulder length hair flowing in the air.
"That's what we're doing now, isn't it?" Adelbert looked annoyed at the rebel that just spoke. He didn't like to hear that everything might not work out the way he wanted it.
The leader Adelbert swept the reigns of his horse and quicked the pace more. Followed obedient by his men.
xXxXx
Walking in his own tempo he made his way through the wild growing grass. His head held up high, trying to enjoy his freedom but somehow he didn't feel free at all. He was already feeling bad and didn't need something like that confusing moment with that other boy to add to his problems.
He shook his head. Whole his life he has been suffering because of his origin. Now he knew there were people like him, living a sheltered life. He has been cursed, hit and frowned up on. Just because he grew faster and didn't have the ability to control an element. Alright maybe his demeanor and rather bold mouth had something to do with it too. But still it was mostly because of his human part that he was hated.
To live a life like that black haired boy. That would only be a dream, one that would be erased the moment he wakes up. Taking a breath of fresh air he let his mind relax a bit. He wouldn't want it. Such a life, it was to easy. If he had lived that life he would probably be a wimpy weak guy now. He was proud. He might not have anything but he knew who he was. At least that is what he thought.
He froze on the spot. His body staying in a walking form. Like he was made out of stone he stood there. He didn't dare to take another step. That feeling. The feeling he had last day that predicted the state he would be in later. His guts twisted and he felt like he was going to throw up.
Then the sound of horses made him turn. That movement felt like an eternity. The horses reaching their goal went to a stop. After the moment past he saw what looked like another challenge. All sounds but that of the soft sweeping wind seized to exist. It felt like something bad was about to happen again. Hasn't he been through enough? No, he wont feel sorry for himself. He'll face anything just like that dog. His personal symbol for courage.
"Wolfram von Bielefeld!"
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That's it 'Les yeux vert' has finally reached its end! Please feel free to leave a comment! I always like reading your thoughts!