whiteshade of blackness 'gaku march 15, 2007
warning : this chapter contains some pedophilish issues, if you don't like it just skip the parts.
# 12 Drenched
though we're not facing each other
perhaps we're drenched by the same rain
I pray you're not alone in the cold
may you have shelter for your heart
"Lyea...!" Deia stuck out her head from the slightly ajar door of the underground library. Her sister raised her head to see her, then lowered it down to the book she'd been reading. Deia walked towards her and stopped at the side of the desk. She took out the rolled paper from her dress pocket and held it open with both hands near Lyea's face.
Lyea glanced at the scribble of ink on the paper, "What is it ?"
"What d'you think...?!" Deia's eyes had an expectant light shining in her purple orbs. She lifted both brows impatiently.
Lyea stared at the paper again, frowning. "What do you think it should be...?" It's just some signs or abstracts...?! Whichever, the scribbles didn't mean anything to her.
"Well, How-ward said about flower or quicksand! Old-din mentioned something about tattoo design of some extinct-tribe's for cattles ownership...it's sounded like a long story so I skipped. Father said something about whirlwind or fountain...!" she pouted a little.
Lyea blinked, she didn't know what she was talking about, where this conversation leading to, so decided to play it safely and let Deia answer for herself. "Not related to any of those, right..?"
"Way off !!" She opened her mouth, but closed it again frustratedly. "It doesn't really mean anything to you...?! Anything at all ?!"
Blinked. That's far safer than any comment now.
Deia let out a long breath. She frowned back, "...It should be 'YUY', right...?!"
Another blink. That was out of reflex. "...'yuy'...?"
"Yes! It's almost written like this :...--" Deia took a pencil and a little pocket-book she always kept in there. Actually, she kept them and other things in her sanctuary, but since she was 'supposed' to be not one of the Harmony users, she disguised it in her pocket. Noone's ever really asked what was in her pocket, anyway, or the ammount of things she kept in there, or how big they were.
She scribbled something of three signs, reshaped them in another set of signs, and repeated the phase for four more times. Lyea stared at the evoluted-signs, now that she had 'translated' them, it almostlooked like legible characters.
Ŷ ǚ ý
She frowned again. "Okay, that you could say, a 'YUY'...so, what is it ?"
Deia beamed, "It's Prussian's..!!"
"Prussian's...--?"
"Name! It's his name!!" She glowed with full power, lived up to the calling The Light of Archantra to the fullest. "He told me to say it in whatever way I could read of it..!" sighing satisfiedly of herself, and put back the things to her pocket.
"Then..." Lyea flicked her eyes at the ceiling, "It's possible that he pronounced it differently in his langu--..." Blinked. Deia stared. "...It's deffinitely 'YUY'...!!" She smiled her political smile, safe is safe..!
"Hm!!" Deia nodded assuredly to herself. "What're you searching... about immortals...!" She glanced at the bookracks of the library, this section contains of books about immortal-creatures. Behind that were about the Spirits, behind that were about Shaddows. Behind that were about- - ...Blinked. That's safer than thinking !
"Nothing important, just something out of my curiousity...!" Lyea said with her eyes on the book she's reading. Deia sideglanced at her, knowing full well of her unspoken language.
"Something about Prussian I should know about..?" she asked looking at the bookracks far behind. It's because Lyea didn't see the OWL, that Collector..!! Because of what had happened in the Forest, that was the only significant event she witnessed, was about Prussian dying. The immense power let loose in there was similar to the blackness she blasted in the Castile, she knew it by instinct.
"'Pre-Dark Era'... the 'History of Fairs' section, others related to the 'Deminuere War'-'The Eclipse of Dark-Era Revolution'...!" Lyea said indifferently.
Deia walked to the bookracks, and took out the old book titled 'Pre-Dark Era', there were already several bookmarker threads sticking out of it. Deia randomly touched one of them, the book opened its pages by itself. The page showed was of the ancient writings about some ancient-creatures who dominated the sphere before humankinds. She brushed the tag of light-lamina tied by the bookmarker thread lied on the book's page, the shining translated note in Lyea's writings cameforth on its surface.
"...the creatures of souls, who in time known as the ancestors of the Spirits, e.g. the Fairs, and the Immortals that diversed into Wilds of Pre-Dark Era which believed to be extinct or had amalgamated into the sphere's natures, (note: e.g. the Spell known in this Land)..." She frowned, and put the book back. The figure of the Solo-beast surfaced her minds, she brush it off.
"History of Fairs..!" she murmured. A thread in another old book shone. She picked it, and read the page it marked.
"...said as the ritual to bond two souls to amalgamate into one, which in all eternity could never be separated... and never be extinguished, as the always be, and the one never altered..."
"...Shouldn't you'd have all the time in the world to be the most of the mosts, when you're an immortal...?!" She muttered to herself, and moved to the next book.
"...extinguished in the war later called as the Deminuere War...-I thought you were to become immortals ..?!- ...the survivors degraded their existence into spirit-elements, some are dissolved into other beings of natures e.g. trees, waters, soils,..."
Then the next.
"...the cataclysmic Eclipse of Dark-Era, which in the end had given the revolution for humankind to emerge,... to make the soulbondeds separated..-I thought it's said soulbond was insaparable..?!- ...to search in all eternity for their halves, and to not finding them in all existence,... to always be only halve, and yearning for completion,...-this is a too nasty curse, isn't it?- ...and as immortals of souls, should always be reborn in spirit and flesh by mourns,..-in mortal bodies..?! Kind of like humans, you mean, to be born in the mother's cries of pains !- ...and to inchoately die, and be full of life and death; as the Eclipse itself be void." Deia blinked.
Okay, so the Eclipse was actually a 'someone' if it could be that full of hatred, right ? Not necessarily meant the real eclipse, right ?
...as immortals of souls, should always be reborn in spirit and flesh by mo... "By Mourns...?!"
Mourn-child !!
She widened her eyes.
...to die, and full of life and death, ..means to always dying ?!
...to always only be halve, and yearning for completion... That's why Prussian needs a share..?!
...to search in all eternity for their halves...
The old book dropped to the floor as Deia's numb hands lost their strength and slumped to her sides.
Prussian wants someone's soul...not her! Not her soul! He needs someone else's soul... he's already someone else's soulbonded...!!
... never be altered...
Her eyes darkened.
"...Lyea..!" she called calmy. Almost too calm.
"Yes ?"
"Do you have anything about Mourn...? I think it's related to Fairs or such...!"
"... Not that I know of !"
"Oh, ...fine..." she picked the fallen book, and put it back to its place. Then walked back to Lyea's side, who didn't dare lift her head to face her again. Anyway, it's not really proven to be true yet, right? She didn't really have to feel guilty about the boy's circumstances and all...
Deia bent forward and popped her face close in front of hers, she smiled like nothing bad ever happen, with a jovial light in her eyes. "It's set, then !!" she said assuredly.
"...Wha'...?"
"Prussian's oficial name would be 'Yuy' from now on, and that way only I to be the one calling him Prussian...!!"
Lyea blinked.
"Sooo,... I guess I have to tell everyone about it !" she straightened. "Ah, I think we could make an introduction ceremony for him when he gets well enough! What d'you think?!" Then laughed to herself. Then fled in a blur of beaming white.
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The walls in the east-wing were mostly broken and covered by climbing-plants. Still, whether they're growing leafs or dry leafs, they're still white...! The statues were white! The pillars and columns were white! Even the dirts blown in by the wind and massed on the rock-tiles were white...! It's the same colours everywhere you set your eyes on.
Deia ran as fast as she could, knowing noone would see her in that part of palace. The east-wing was once reserved for her mother, and to left it untouched was part of her last wishes before she died. Saying that there will be new lives grow in that place if people don't bother to keep it to her dead-memories.
It was the other way of saying that she gave her life for her, and that noone were to kill her since she had paid forth the right for her to live.
The Lady paid two lives for Deia's life.
She got to the big fountain in the corner garden, and jumped in. Stayed in the bottom hugging her knees, and cried her heart out. The remaining pieces of which she managed to save for herself, from which she still could call herself a human being. She cried all of them out...
...as the Eclipse itself be void...
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Deia was back to her chamber dripping wet. She said she'd fallen in the fountain, and thinking that it wasn't a bad day for a swim, she swam.
Prussian was in his room with Kylle reading some storybook to him. It was originally the small livingroom/study in her chamber which she never put in good use before. She had to surrender to not having the boy in her bed anymore, even though at night she felt like the nightmares looming in, ready to barge in the moment she fall asleep.
It was only the third day of having him separated by a mere wall, to say it out front...but felt like a few eternities instead.
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His Human seldomly spoke to him, nowadays. Human took more time with 'Thrice' now. It's been a week.
From the tower, he saw them chatting on the prairy behind the Castile, sitting on the Fine-grass. Only talking and killing time, it seemed. 'Thrice' was famous for his straight no-nonsense don't-waste-my-time-if-you-don't-have-bussiness-with-me attitude, but from the looks of it, his Human's natural charms were grater than any charm the Charms possessed. They're not really having a great-session-time, as Human always phrased it before. Kylle took him there, said something about nice breeze and views, or anything, he never really paid attention to him. It was not him he should be mindful of, this nice and brotherly human-Kylle...
It was the spirit-Kylle always leering behind him and whispering disconcerting words to his ears, so close that sometimes he was on his knees, embracing him from behind and breathing in his ear, even licking or nipping at it just to make him felt abused. Although that he'd experienced being abused in far brutal ways, it still felt crushing him, this insecurity. And it wasn't a nice embrace, either. It was one way of showing him that he couldn't escape his pressence. The spirit-Kylle always harassing him in one way or another. That was the advantage of being invisible in everyone else's eyes.
...the Land was closing in...
The human-Kylle tended him nicely, too nice in fact. Perhaps he separated himself into two halves, the spirit-Kylle was his evil halve, may be...
...he's closing in...
The human-Kylle was humming a nice song, sitting on the edge of the tower window, his hands were bussy with small carvings. Sometimes he looked back at him, seating on the wooden bench, covered with blankets. A basket of foods at his side, not that he had much appetite. He wanted his Human back. Why did Human leave him behind? Because Human tired waiting him to get improved...? He's well enough to give a few adults a good fight..!!
A feathery hand brushed his side face from behind. A low purring sound almost like a growl...
...he's closing in...
((...Deity,...))
A few kisses on his head.
((...I want to play..., let the Little Deity out, pleeease..?)) the spirit-Kylle begged childishly, although he couldn't see his face behind him, nor he wanted to.
A long wet lick from his black-covered neck to his left ear.
((..Pleeassse...?? I'm bored toying with you...!!)) nipping at his left hand he'd pulled from under the blanket. He felt him smirked on his skin, and started sucking the pulse on his wrist.
The boy just sat still, knowing he'd be bolder if he ever react to his intimidation.
((...Oww, come on..!! My-not-sister-half told me to guard you all the time, and this is more boring than sleeping in the Underspace...!!)) the spirit-Kylle moved around him, and half crouching on his knees in front of him, putting his chin on the boy's lap. Making puppy expression. ((...pleeeassssse..???))
The human-Kylle stopped his humming, and looked back, showed a small comical-cat whittle in his hand. The boy just stared. He smiled and took another bar of wood from his side, and started humming another song, carving another whittle.
The feathery fingers brushed the black-armor once, on where his lips should be. As like yesterday, the armor slid open to the sides, leaving a thin layer of armor-halfface like a second skin on his face.
(( IT doesn't hate me, right...?! )) the spirit-Kylle whispered, talking about the blackthing of the craft-plate.
No, IT's not... The thing responded to his touch as well as IT responded to His Human's touch. Only IT never fully open to him, of that the boy felt most grateful.
The spirit-Kylle looked tranced for a moment, and stretched his neck forward, started kissing his black-covered lips in a slow lazy rythm. He did it for a long time yesterday, the first time he sorted to get physical towards him. It wasn't really him the spirit-Kylle was kissing, it was the craft-plate, the blackthing covering his face. He knew it that the entity was obsessed with it. So he just let him be. Sometimes the spirit-Kylle told him something worthy-known, anyway.
((...They don't need a male heir...!))
As if knowing his train of thoughts, the entity whispered in his ear.
((...There's this prophecy saying that a boy of the Castile will destroy the whole Land...! So they wanted to play it safe, I guess, and made me kill every male heir of the Castile!)) he purred, a hand was holding firmly the boy's head from behind. The entity gave him a lascivious stare, his tongue was licking his black-covered lips.
((...I killed every one of them in their mother's bellies...!)) he put his knees on each side of the boy's tighs, and held his small body in strong but not tight embrace. One of his hand played the boy's brown locks behind his head. He stilled like that in a long time, indulging in the inconsequential of the passing of Time.
((...don't you want me to kill you too...?)) his whisper sounded airy and lost, it almost heard like a breeze.
The boy kept staring the teenager-Charms and a small human-girl far down on the prairy. Everything was white, so he could loose their sight anytime.
In his heart of heart, he knew the entity holding him was suffering too.
...weren't they meant to suffer for all eternity...? For the members of a should-be eliminated community, to survive alone was a crime.
((...I'll kill you too...)) the spirit-Kylle smiled giving a kiss on his head fondly, as if saying words of love...may be it was the words of mercy.
The boy drooped his eyes, feeling them tired of staring so far away, trying to read their lips. He saw 'Thrice''s red-shining eye on his direction once. He knew it since the first time seeing him that the teenager-Charms was different from the others.
The wind blew gently, the human-Kylle's song made him sleepy. The feathery embrace of the spirit-Kylle felt nice for once, for this time. He closed his eyes, letting sleep claimed his insecure minds.
It's not raining...
...why was his Human leaving him behind...?
Felt like falling.
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He stood in one of the far corner near the windows, face straight to the black wooden doors, ...waiting. That was all he could do these times, waiting his Human to come through those doors. For his Human's ignorant pressence or his Human's words of abandonment he couldn't care less, just as long as the waiting ends, it hurts more when you have to suspend your live while the world didn't stop spinning around you, just as the insignificant time didn't stop ticking away. Might as well just ignore that you were exist...
((...feeling a little too lonely...?))
The airy voice too close from behind his ears pricked his heart, he could live with that... but he couldn't live without his Human.
((...I'm here... Mother's here...watching over you...))
Not my mother, he wanted to retort, but he was too tired of feeling empty, waiting his Human to fill him with his Human's emptyness sounded good enough. He missed that black-emptyness he felt when he first met his Human's eyes. It felt like stopping. Stop falling, or just stop living, may be stop existing...stop suffering.
His black-glazed eyes frozen a little more.
The spirit-Kylle's hands encircled his small body from behind, he'd been using him like a teddy bear for most of the time, slowly rubbing his cheek to his head, his red-windy-tunnels of eyes burned to the closed black doors unflinchingly.
((...Human got a new toy..., with four small horns on its head... Human likes horns...!)) he whispered.
The boy ignored him. ...Human likes chimeras...
((...better watch your Human's back... this Land will kill Human just like the other male heirs...!)) he continued, feathery lips brushed the boy's ear when he spoke.
After a moment of ignoring him still, the boy's eyes sideglanced at the spirit's eyes. That was as if inviting him to advance, and the entity took it unashamedly. The feathery hand cupped his other side of face, his tongue lick-trailed from his ear to his lips, the other hand brushed the armor to slide open and grabbed the smaller waist flat to his smoky-body, then he hungrily kissed his black-covered lips again, closing his red-eyes and enjoying the conquest.
The boy stilled and flicked his eyes back to the doors through the entity's head, his whole body tingled and a hot freezing awareness running up his spines, alarming his tired mind. He ignored it.
...when..?
His mind-question caught the spirit frozen at what he's doing. Ever so slowly the hand encircling his waist unfurled, but moving his head back from the boy's face took somemore times. The spirit's face was a mask, his eyes were two tunnels of winding-red-smokes, sucking the boy's awareness to them.
((...why...?))
...isn't it what you want...? To make me take action so that you could 'counteract' me...?!
The spirit-Kylle frowned a little, he dropped his spirit body to squat in front of him, hands folded on his knees.
((...you took the bait just like that...?)) a slight disappointment tinged his voice, as if regreting his game ended in just a short time.
A knock sounded at the doors. Deia wouldn't knock.
They silenced, human-Kylle entered the chamber with a fond smile on his face, more books in his hands.
"We'll learn about The Charms, now..." put the books on the wooden table, eyes never leaving the standing boy.
The boy's brows lifted up a little.
He laughed a little. "You're allergics to Charms' Harmony, so you wouldn't want to get a Wave hit, would you...?"
The boy blinked reflexively.
"We'll learn something to avoid that, although the Air is unavoidable catalyst for Harmony, but the Wave is not an unvoidable in length...you just have to know where to run!"
The boy stared at him with uncertainty. Where's this leading to? He wanted him to oppose those Charms?
"You could show the tricks you're going to learn to a few of them..." he said implying without sounding like it. " Don't you feel bored being kept as a chamber's adornment...?!" his smile never leaving his face.
The boy's brows shot up, a little flush coloured his cheeks.
"Please, we'll learn the teories of Harmony first...!" he patted the chair next to the wooden table.
The boy stared at it, then slowly stepped around the spirit-Kylle to it, and sat quietly.
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The wind carried the sounds of metal clangs and shouts. A man's barks heard every now and then, it was Commander Crüdeo's voice, one of Odin's leading man, training the soldiers on the Stone-field. The Captain was at the alleviated outer sides of the training field, watching the practice. Some other soldiers standing in the lines, circling the round field waiting for their turns. The Captain's eyes glanced at him ocassionally.
'Thrice' stared unflinchingly, with one red-shining eye hidden under his long white bangs half covering the bandage-like cloth obscuring his third eye on his forehead. The smell of Fine-grass and sounds of Cotton-winds(1) filled the Air, giving a pleasant calmness to the teenager-Charms sitting on the tree far outside the soldier's territory. He knew mere humans felt overwhelmed with his presence, even from afar. He had a great presence, and sometimes he didn't care to hide it. He's used to that kind of uneasy stares directed at him, so he kept watching the humans' activity, anyway. It's one way of killing time when he didn't have other things to do.
Crüdeo tried to kill him openly once, on that field. He used to treat the humans passingly, and seemed like the man got a little too fed up with the Charms' attitude. Still, even with the blade out and challenges shouted in the Air, the teenager bypassed the human like nothing's happening. He had no interest in small uneventual disputes. Anyway, his sword wasn't made to kill the Charms' body. He just stared the man's eyes with his porcelain-mask face ignoring the sword penetrating his body, and said 'I have notime for this!', stepped back to let his body slid off of the sword, and walked his tracks again. The news spread like plague, but Odin overlooked it, he didn't want to see Howard's smug grin about it. The hot-headeds learned their lessons in one or many ways, he was standing in their shoes once.
"What do you want?" the teenager-Charms barely moved his lips.
The boy stared at him, crouching on the tree trunk behind. He didn't answer.
"If you don't have any bussiness with me, go someplace else, I have no interest of babysitting someone else's charge!" he said passingly. The boy blinked.
...someone else's...
He didn't hide his presence.., may be because he wanted to be found...
The boy stared his cloaked figure's back for a long time, the atmosphere of another 'beast' calmed him somewhat. The Charms didn't spare him a glance even once. They just kept themselves in silence the whole time.
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"Where have you been...?!"
Prussian stared from the doorway half surprised, half alarmed.
"YOUR attendant was here..!! Where the hell were you ?!"
Oops...there's a curse, there.
Deia folded her hands in front of her chest. "SO...?!" She held her chin high, eyes staring down at the boy.
Slowly closed the door, he kept his eyes to the floor. His Human didn't say anything as she waited his excuse, but Prussian somehow knew that everything he'd say will be wrong anyway. He stood in silence.
"FINE..!!" A loud slam of the bathroom doors rattled the window glass, the tallest of the three crystal decanters on the shelf tumbled from its pedestal and spilled the colourful crystal-beads in it all over the floor. Prussian stared as the small things made a rapid tinkling sounds as they ricocheted to every directions. Several small beads reached his feet and bounced back, he flicked the one in front of his leftfoot with his bare sharp-nailed toe. The one-bead hit another one with a deepblue colour, it glinted when it rolled over in contrast with his darkened eyes.
The sounds of his heart hit the floor.
...Something felt broken inside.
... are you angry with me...? The slowly spelled mind-question didn't answered despite that he had waited long. He stood frozen in front of the bathroom door resting his forehead on it.
...you hate me now... The mind-whisper sounded so lost in Deia's mind, she snapped open her eyes. Her stubborn egoistic-mind countered that the boy was talking about the superficial matter and nothing more. Damn well she hated him right now, with his innocent acts and expression, how could he made her waited for him in her chamber? When she left him there, then he should be IN THERE when she came back to see him THERE...!!
Swallowed once, Deia closed her eyes again, her upper body was bended flat on 'the lap' of the warm water's surface with both hands balled on each sides of her head. Ignoring the pain from ignoring the boy, despite his mind was so clear in hers.
...I'm sorry I'm not a good pet... His mind-whisper almost didn't reach her, but the idea touched her thoughts and as she still couldn't separate her original-thoughts with his, it affected her thinking and made her angrier. The feelings of being betrayed that he would eventually go to find someone else...Even now, she'd given him all her spare time and he skipped..?!
Deep in her heart she abhorred herself for thinking of him as a pet, a possession. She's no better than those mercenaries, that old thoughts came forth again after a long time she tried to assure herself that she deserved him, she had fought for him.
...she had fought for him, so why does he prefer someone else...? Her heart wrenched.
Deia gritted her teeth, "...You damn right you're not a good pet...!! What should I do so you stay –with me...- in the place I told you to be, put a leash around your neck...?!" she barked through the doors.
Prussian flinched at the harsh words, the human-Kylle's words rang in his head, 'chamber's adornment' and nothing more, his insecure minds withdrew themselves to the dark cavities deep in him which he tried to fill with her. His Human left him behind... his black-glazed eyes darkened.
"...Or do you want me to free you-..!!" Deia pushed the door roughly, she frozen in surprise finding Prussian in front of the other panel of the double doors faced down with his forehead resting on it, if she were to open that door instead of the one she opened, she would have slammed him with it. The thoughts of her hurting the boy made her hate herself, and for that she blamed him even more. He was the one torturing her with all the worries, and it looked like he was good without her, without needing her...
Deia slammed the bathroom door and dashed outside through the balcony, didn't want to pass by him. Kylle was standing on the far side of the long terrace near the corridor, he smiled warmly to her. She didn't even want to see anyone...!
Free...
He was to blame, everytime the same thing happened. It was a self-righteous word for 'the owners' when they wanted to discard him.
The Air felt colder...
The human-Kylle entered silently, tidied up the fallen beads, and kneeled in front of the slide glass-doors of the balcony. He patiently waited the boy to notice him. Whe he sideglanced at him, Kylle opened his arms to him, his angelic smile never leaving his face.
The boy blinked his wet eyes, the black-glaze on them prevented any tear to leak, IT absorbed the liquid and made the glaze turned silvery for some moment. It blinded his vision for a while, and he dazedly trudged to the human he knew wasn't his-Human. But the open arms were so tempting, and the Air felt even colder...
He stopped in front of Kylle as if not allowing himself to fall further, but the hands reached out to his numb body and embraced him gently. The boy closed his eyes and slumped onto Kylle's shoulder.
"It's okay, I'm here..." the human-Kylle whispered to his ear.
((...Mother's here...!)) a sneer overlaid the voice in his mind. His mind-eyes saw the spirit-Kylle superimposed the human-Kylle who physically holding him.
"You're not alone...!" he said affectionately.
((...Your Human's not alone, too...!!)) a low chuckle reverberated his awareness, he tried to ignore it desperately.
A shadow stuck up its head on the edge of the glassframe showed on the floor told Kylle that Deia came back and watching them from behind. Only for a second and the shadow disappeared.
His smile never leaving his face...
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He balled his small body in the darkness inside the armoire at the corner of the study-turned-his-room, Kylle had brought him to lie down in his bed, while he stroked his head gently from the edge of the bed where he sat, but the spirit-Kylle slouched flat to his back behind him made him feel worse. And so he ran and hid in the cabinet. The darkness welcomed him without rejection, and he succumbed to the emptyness. Letting the Time ticked away, and the world around him to spin in its unstopable pace, leaving him bare.
Somewhere in the whole time he'd fallen asleep, a light tired sleep where he felt his awareness flew outside his body and floating above the surroundings from a light-bulb POV on the ceilling. He saw the human-Kylle and the spirit-Kylle on his bed(2), he even saw his small body inside the armoire. A thought popped up in his mind, and he wondered whether he's dead.
A voice brought him back into the darkness.
"...-'said come out..!" the voice seemed like had been talking for sometime.
Strange... he didn't see his Human from 'up there'.
"...Yuy..!!" the voice carried an emergency and sounded frustrated.
The boy perked his head up at the name. The armoire's doors flung open suddenly and he had to block the sudden pour of light with his hand from blinding his eyes. A hand grabbed the hand in front of his face with a firm grip. It pulled his still numb body up and out of the tall cabinet, the room was gloomy-lighted he noticed when he could see again. His Human was leading him to her bed. He unthinkingly obeyed and got in from his side of the bed. Deia held him close like a snuggling-bolster, and he lied still letting her do whatever she wanted. Wasn't he a good enough pet the whole time...?
"...Close your eyes !" Deia whispered from above his head that tucked under her chin. He complied.
A cottony something bursted all around them and wrapped them in a coccoon-like space made him frozen in alarm. Deia stroked his rigid back slowly. "It's okay... It's just my Spell...! You can open your eyes now !" Her voice sounded more gentle and clearer than before...
He opened his eyelids so slowly as fearing the false hope that might be given to him. Deia unfurled her tight embrace on him, and withdrew a little, watching as his eyes fluttered open and with half-fear looked at her eyes eventually. She sighed as the prussians orbs greeted her, the black-glaze on them synched with the black-space of her Spell and it brought back the real colour up to the surface, they glinted in the blackness, just like what she saw in her dream once.
Deia smiled half remorsedly and rubbed her thumb to the boy's forehead apologetically. She'd been in constant fear and jealousy the past days, and the feeling of insecurity relayed to her mind from the boy's was making it worse. Let alone the worries that something bad might happen to him when he's alone outside as he was the scapegoat to other people's beliefs. If Howard didn't put a restriction-charm on her, she might have blown things up in major disasters. As it was, she could only lashed out verbally. Wasn't the one you loved most was usually the one you hurt most...?
She averted her eyes from his wide inquiring stare, "...It's been... too much of a pressure lately, even my Wrath became too restless in my sanct'...!" Deia could ramble more but decided she was making defensive excuses for herself and cut it. She rolled to her back, watching the black-space where they both floated in, even substantially, there's nothing to be looked at in there.
...Wrath... a Spell's wrath...
-... and Black died taking the burnt of a Spell's wrath for me,..-. he recalled what his Human had said about her chimeras when she bargained to have him.
"Hmmm... yes, that exactly the one-wrath...! I thought since my Black had died in my expense, so its only natural that the wrath become mine..." she spoke as if to herself, it wasn't a trade, but fair is fair. "Your attend-... Kylle, was it? Already taught you something about how the Harmony works, right? Well, bassically, we tamed the spirits and feed them our life-force,...most of them, yeah...! Anyway, they usually in syncronize with the tamer's dispotition, like... you've seen Father's Spell is Veiled, right? Guess he's a protective person, and... Oh, there was this guardsman before when I was a little brat, who used to tell stories about outside lands, he had this nice Excel-Spell and Thwarth-Spell, and I know those two sounded far different in kinds, but he ended up being a traveler, guess you could see why...!" Okay, now she's rambling. "And the good thing about Spell-users was that they don't have to be a Harmony user and that's why it's not very inconvenient for me to... let people know about my...-"
Her words slowed down and trailed off. "...Mine are Wrath and Mayhem... and Odiosa(3)...guess you could see me as a bitter person, hu...?" She gave a tolerating smile, "...Essentially,... even 'Dio didn't really like me, anyway..."
Deia sensed a difference in the space, and turned to the boy again. The black-armor had slid open and left Prussian's face uncovered.
... "Hey..." She whispered soulfully, "I missed you...!"
He blinked.
They stared each other for a long time. Then Deia moved and closed the gap between them, propping her upper body on her elbows, one hand stroking the boy's cheek.
"...Do you..."
"...want a share...?"
He blinked, mostly in question.
Deia drooped her eyes, and bent her neck down toward his face.
"...do you hate me..." a breathy whisper stopped her movement, it was soft and voiceless like a breeze. "...because I'm a soulbonded..?" The words were said slow and accented, though that might just indicated that he hadn't spoken in a very long time.
Deia froze. Her eyes wide at his.
"So it's true...?!"
"...once they tip you off about 'immortal', it's bound to be acknowledged, anyway...!" he wasn't really answering.
Deia blinked again. "You could talk..!"
He averted his eyes, with a little guilt mared his flushed face. "...you never ordered me to...!"
"No!! I'm not angry...!" Deia cupped his face with both hands to face her again. And smiled. "It's not..." She tried again, " If you didn't feel safe enough to open up and be yourself, then it's suppose to be my fault..!!"
"I...felt your insecurity and I... got this..." this time she averted her eyes, feeling the guilts she tried to ignore the whole time, "...this...black-heart..." and trailed off, she didn't elaborate more after that confession. They silenced again, marvelling the closeness and the other's presence as the black-space closed off everything outside, the world, the Time, the Land and its unforgiving Air.
"...I know..." the boy broke the silence first, "I'll keep you safe..."
His Human snickered and countered, "That's supposed to be my line..!!"
"...I know..." he repeated low. She stared at his ancient old-eyes that seemed like they have the knowledge of everything.
"So was it a 'he' or a 'she' ?!" she changed the subject suddenly, feeling a little unnerved by his intense eyes.
He knew it by instinct what his Human was talking about. "...souls don't have genders...!"
"Oh, right..." although it didn't make sense to her in lenght. "...but you still searching your-...bonded?" She was going to say 'pair' or 'half', but it felt like she surrendered him to someone else.
"...'s still waiting..." his whisper was breathless.
"Yeah, thought so..." although there's a smile in her tone, she turned her face from his.
"...even in the next life..." he said it in a tone that she was desperate to ask what he'd implied and frightened at the same time.
"So you have awareness of being immortal...?"
"..body dies and be reborn... the soul goes on..."
"Like, you remember all the lifetimes you've had...?!" she creased her brows, "That sucks, right ?!" Thinking about what major-headache it would cause to remember everything!
"just...some short-memories every now and then..."
"Hmmm..." Deia casted her eyes downward, she didn't want him to see the jealousy in them, and somehow felt self-conscious about it. "...Do you... remember about your-bonded...?"
Prussian silenced. ...one violet eye glowed in the darkness....
"Say, 'guess the souls gave birth to souls too, right..?!" feeling that she didn't really wanted to know about it nor cared, she changed the subject again.
The boy took the hint gratefully, a small smile lighted his face, a playful gleam in his eyes. "...I had children...!"
"What..?!" The thoughts of the boy in her arms was not always a boy forever, never entered her equation of mind before.
"Superficially speaking, you are a child to me, too..." his smile widened.
Deia went amnesia for some moment, when the words eventually sunk in, she gave a funny expression it made the boy let out a breathy laugh.
"...you...you... I think of you as 'a little brother'...and just in a few sentences suddenly you became my great-...great-great-great-...GREAT...-great-greatgreatgreatgreatgreatgrandfather...?!!!"
The boy's body still shook with breathless laughter. Her face turned beat red and fuming.
"I hate you...!!"
Prussian's laughter died down short after, his eyes glazed with sadness then. "...me too...!" The atmosphere felt a little awkward after that. Deia searched something in her mind to fix it, but as she couldn't find anything worth talking, she drew Prussian's head closer with a hand encircled from under his chin to his side of face. She tucked his forehead under her chin and encircled the other hand to his head, humming silently.
""...Mourns..." the boy breathed, "...were born when souls die.." Deia's strokes on his hair faltered for a second.
"...they sang the mourn-song for them... it's bassically their praise-song as a farewell from the world-soul, to make their paths for another journey...different songs for different souls...one song for each and every one of them...one Mourn for one soul.."
"...when the mourn-song ends, the Mourns ended their existence, too..."
"..that's a too empty existence, isn't it..?" Deia whispered low, thinking what a short life a song-long lifetime would be.
"...the mourn-song turned into Mourn-children...! Then they diffused back into thin air and scattered around the world and Time, to sing another mourn-song for the death of another soul...if the soul wasn't a bonded, though, it will be reborn as a free soul again..."
Given birth by songs. Sounded too fairy-taled, but it makes sense for her instinct somehow...
"So, there's no mourn-song for a being like me...?"
"No, every living being has its own Mourn-soul, they'll sing when the beings die...just like Rebirth sings when a living being is born..."
Deia furrowed a little. It's gotten more jumbled and she never heard of the entities he's speaking about. Or maybe they're not familiar in this Land?
"Oh, I get it, Mourns and Mourn-souls are like two different kinds of the same race, right...? Like neighbours?!" that was half joking.
The boy snickered soundlessly. "...the Mourns are like sprites... Mourn-souls are like... " He stopped as he's searching for the right word, but the closest would be.. "...mothers..."
"...Ha...?!" Deia sweatdropped.
"...it's like mother's love...I guess... you don't see it but you can feel it...or know that it's suppose to be there..."
"Haa...!" Deia let out the sound and breath, didn't really know what to take about his explanation. Said like that could be taken as the same explanation for Death too, right...? Kind of like you know you're living when you're alive.
"...they sang beautifully...the song was beautiful, too..." he smiled.
"...You remember ?"
"...I've heard mine many times,... I could sing it myself..."
Deia silenced after that, slowly rubbing her chin to the boy's head in her arms. He closed his eyes. The words sunk in deeper than she could tolerate right now, she felt more lonely than before in the Land outside.
"...about your name you scribbled for me before..." She tried to take her mind off the subject. "It's okay I called you like that, isn't it? ...'Yuy' ?"
"...it's up to you how you pronounce it... it doesn't have the exact way how to read it..."
"No ? But that's your name, right...? How do they call you if there's no certain way of reading it...?!"
"...it's just like an insignia that has meaning, but everyone understands it's a name...they just didn't say it out... We use pseudonyms to call each others..."
"Like the Charms...? Why?"
"...names have power in them,...giving your name to others was like you give them the power to control you..."
Deia hummed, it sounded familiar, the concept. Then she gasped, "I told your name to everyone...!! How..- Is that not dangerous...?! I didn't...-"
Prussian blinked, his Human was easy to be made panic. "...I gave it to you, others are out of the equation..."
Deia sighed deep in relief. "...Really? Good, so there won't be trouble-...Wait, why did you give it to me, in the first place...?" She furrowed.
The boy blinked, and looked anywhere but her. "...if..you wanted to control me...use me...I'm used to be us-..." Deia closed his mouth with her hand. She didn't want to hear more of it. "After your introduction ceremony you'll never say things like that again, understand...?" She said sternly.
". . . . . . . my...introduction-...?"
She brightened. "Hm!! We'll have a big ceremony for you, so everyone in the Land will know that you're not an available possession !! You'll be formally a Castile's denizen, so you'll be legally free from any mercenary...! 'Thrice' said it's never been done before, taking a pet to be a royal, except for freeing slaves, but there's really no rule against it, so I said it could be done, then it's done..!" Deia said glowing in happiness and self satisfaction. "If anyone wants to counter it, they'll have a mouthfull of my curses!! I said that to the councill..!" She stuck out her tongue, remembering how everyone in the councill sweatdropped at her threats.
The boy blinked, his Human had gone that far for him?
"I didn't tell you because I didn't want to give you false expectation if ever the councill overruled it...! I wanted to, badly, your wide and open stare everytime I came to see you didn't help one bit, and I had to conquer the urge and so I acted a little too coldly, right? Took them a week to disscuss it out. I think I've been too bussy with myself and abandoned you, haven't I...?"
Prussian's chin trembled, Deia could feel his heart beating faster. "I was a little too ecstatic with the good news and wanted to tell you right away, but you were out, and I guess my paranoia got the better of me that the bads got you first outthere, and I... guess have to work something out with my bad-tempers, hu ?!" Deia ended shyly.
"And still all the time I was worried that the Land will get you when I'm not around, I almost didn't make it in time just then...The Air is something more than what you couldn't breathe, so I need you to not lose yourself...!" She kissed his forehead once, and looked at his wide eyes. "...okay?"
He didn't react right away.
". . . . .baka...!!" he whispered hoarsely. "...baka-Human...!!" and rolled his body to fetal position, and grabbed her long braid to hide his face in her arms.
"What...? What's a 'baka'?" Deia cocked her head down but couldn't see his face. "Hey, don't cry, this's suppose to make you happy, not sad...!" The boy balled his body tighter. Deia smiled in understanding, "No matter how old your soul is, you're still a child right now, so live like one, okay? Let the adults take care of you a little, I'll take care of you...!" Deia stroke his back affectionately, feeling a soundless whimper on her palm. A soft mewling sound answered her.
"But you have to be something for me. I give my life, I want my death in return...!" Prussian stilled. "...you know about me, I think. They ought to get me, it's only a matter of time...so, be my Death, that way noone else can take my life..! I will only accept my death from your hands!"
He sat up, still holding the braid. Looking straight at her excessive violet eyes in the blackness. She wiped his tears with her thumbs. "Promise me...?" she said softly. He didn't give any coherent answer, but she could see it in his eyes, so she smiled gratefully. And took him to her embrace, rocked him gently...
Life's getting along just fine...
It's not raining.
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In the Underspace, a red-haired elfin entity humming his favorite song, a smile of satisfaction on his face. His windy red eyes gleamed in expectations, looking at the still hollowed layers of white-clouds above him, as he knew his game still continued for somemore times.
come out, come out, Little Deity
let's play..
let's play...
He ended with a soft chuckle every now and then.
His body floated lazily between the white-smoky air, both hands folded behind his head. The cloudy winds played with his long tail of red braid, his red untamed locks wafted like flames around his white colourless face, the two-lines marking each side of his face glowed like a burning lava. He felt his body surged with powers and he almost couldn't wait in the expectation. All the time thinking of a way to 'counteract' the little jinx with whitefire eyes. May be thinking of too many ways, and he couldn't decide wich will satisfy his boiling soul the most.
Either way, the propecy never really mentioned about 'a male heir'...it just said 'a boy of the Castile', that could be any boy that lives in the Castile... he chuckled merily...he had a list of the to-be-counteracted, and wanted to just bolted to every one in the list and tear them to parts with his hands. A shiver run up his smoky body as he gratify the urge with only imagining of doing just so, made it semi-transparent for a moment, he sighed deeply in contentment.
His smile never leaving his face.
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In a round stone-chamber, a teenager's one visible eye glowed in the darkness. A silvery-flame burning lazily on his left palm, a coil of red-flame with edges like the colour of a molten lava swirling and spiralling in it, as if trying to get out of the silvery-flame as its cage.
His porcelain-mask face hardened a fraction, '...I never like fire...!'
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a native plant's name, with pine-like barks, and clear-crystal leafs that could 'absorb' fire to burn inside them; the inlanders used them as traditional-made lights and accessories. Far easier to find than light-crystals usually used for big buildings and palaces. The leaf's surface felt cottony, and produced a soft whistling and tinkling sound when the breeze passed through them.
...NOT in bed like that...you perverts nn" (although it's FUN to be imagined...but you're not suppose to write a fic out of a fanfic you write, right...???? ...write...? Hey, saru made a pun..!!)
the given words to call the spells counted as their names, so Deia shortened it for its nickname