Between Betrayal And Salvation
Chapter 5
Warning: Shounen-Ai,Yaoi, mature themes,emotional abuse and angsty. You have been warned.
Disclaimer: Shaman King is not mine.
Lyserg stared blankly down at his lunch tray, which is spagetti and a glass of orange juice. Any and all attempts to focus on anything other than his last visit at the Asakura residents... Yoh's lips pressed against his... It was most disconcerting. He had actually been caught staring into space by Morphine and she had been giving him sidelong glances all morning. He didn't know what to do with himself.
He just couldn't figure it out and, while Lyserg Diethel was all for tackling a mystery, it was much different when the mystery involved him. He didn't know why Asakura had kissed him, why he had even let the other boy get that close, or why he hadn't beat the hell out of Yoh afterwards. What's worse, he didn't know why his body reacted that way.
Lyserg never had any interest in sex. Ever. While other boys around his age were concentrating on just how short the girl's uniforms really were and what's her face' newest hairdo, Lyserg had been focused on getting his revenge against Hao for his parent's death and how to perfect his skills on dowsing and shamanic abilities.
The green-haired dowser scowled and closed his eyes. But Yoh of all people?
It was really quite frustrating.
He stood up and walked over to dump his tray out. Morphine would most likely be annoyed at him for wasting his food but he didn't feel like putting up with the fairy at the moment. He wandered out of the Italian Restaurant. While he appreciates Japanese food, he never got the chance to learn how to order them so he decided to eat something Italian as it is still closely Western like English food. The boy walked towards the park and settled down on a bench. The wind blew faintly, blowing his hair into his eyes. The wind also blows some nostalgic memories into his mind.
''Tell me what you think the most important thing in the world is, Lyserg-kun.''
The four-year old's face scrunched up as he thought. ''Um...Barbie doll?'' He grinned with delight as he thought of the doll his mother had given him on his first day home from the hospital. Mrs. Jane Diethel had always longed to have a daughter as her first child and her obssesion with it didn't go away even after she had a firstborn son and Lyserg's feminine charms didn't help either.
''Barbie doll?'' Mr. Diethel frowned down at him. His hatred for the name ''Barbie'' was well known in the Diethel household. '' No, Lyserg. Barbie is just a toy.''
Lyserg pouted. His father never missed an opportunity to point out that Barbie is not a living person. ''Then what is important, daddy?''
''Well, certainly not a doll. And stop pouting. You look ridiculous.''
The child did as he was told and looked out over the empty backyard. ''Daddy?''
''Hmm?''
''Am I important?''
''Does it matter, Lyserg?''
''What?''
''Does it really matter if you're important or not? Does it change anything?''
''I think...that Barbie would be very sad if she was not important to someone.''
The detective looked at him oddly and then reached over to ruffle the boy's hair. ''You know what, my boy? I think you are right.''
Lyserg sighed softly and suddenly felt drained. It didn't really matter, he supposed. It didn't change anything. It had been so long since anything had been important to him that he had forgotten how it felt like to love something so much, how to love anything.
The British shaman heads back towards the motel that he rented when he heard a familiar voice behind him.
''Nice day isn't it?''
Lyserg jumped at the sound of the voice, his thought scattering in his surprise. He whirled around. ''Yoh? What are you-'' He stopped when Yoh smiled gently and took a step closer to him, forcing Lyserg back against a tree. Lyserg froze and eyed the other teen warily. ''What do you want, Shaman King?''
''Relax.'' Yoh leaned casually against the tree and reached up to brush the strands of hair that fell into the paler teen's eyes. He smiled when Lyserg jerked away. ''I don't bite. I just wanted to come and see you...and apologize to you.''
''Apology not accepted. Now move out of my way before I move you.''
Yoh moved aside and looked at the ground as Lyserg brushed by him. ''Lyserg-chan...''
Lyserg stiffened and stopped dead in his tracks, who was about to open the door to his rented room. '' What did you just call me?''
''Why do you hate everything so much? Doesn't anything matter to you at all?''
''Daddy?'' ''Hmm?'' ''Am I important?''
Lyserg closed his eyes. ''Why should it?'' he murmured.
''NOW WHERE'S THE FUN IN THAT, LYSERG-CHAN?''
''STOP CALLING ME THAT! ARE YOU INSANE? WHAT DO YOU WANT?''
''You're such a coward, I'll make you a bet then, my dear.''
''W..what?''
''There's a new Starbucks near Tamachi. Meet me there on Friday at five o'clock.''
''You're mad, aren't you? Whatever pranks you're up to, I'm not going to fall for it. Bye.''
Yoh gripped his arm as the younger boy turned to go. ''Wait a minute, Lyserg! You haven't even given me a chance to-''
''And I don't want to either!'' Lyserg snapped and tried to wrench his arm free of Yoh's grip. ''Now let me go, Asakura, or I'll hurt you.''
''You're such a coward. Everyone says so.''
''Are you trying to goad me into kicking your ass?''
A snicker. '' No. I'm telling you the truth. Don't you hear the things people say about you? Lyserg is beautiful, Lyserg is nice, Lyserg is smart and good at dowsing, but Lyserg is afraid of people.'' Yoh smiled slightly. ''Are you really so afraid of me that you can't even meet me at a Starbucks?''
''Why should I waste my time on you, Yoh?''
And then suddenly Yoh was right in front of Lyserg and gripping his shoulder and leaning down and...
Lyserg relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut and his lips parting in expectation of a kiss. Yoh's lips barely grazed his as he whispered into his mouth. ''Because if you don't come, you will always wonder why I even asked you to.''
And then, Yoh kissed him, gently pressing his lips to Lyserg's and slipping the very tip of his tongue past the shorter teen's lips to slowly graze the tips of his teeth. A shiver ran up to Lyserg's spine and he tried to lean forward, almost moaning when Yoh's grip on his shoulders tightened painfully to stop the motion. Later the tanned-skinned boy pulled away and leaned down to whisper in Lyserg's ear. ''Five o'clock, dear. Don't be late.''
When Lyserg opened his eyes,the other boy was gone. He stared around with a blank empty eyed expression, cold all over. ''What the...?''
''Oi lad! Aren't you coming in? Just because you paid me doesn't mean I can bare it seeing you standing there like an idiot for an hour!''
Oh shit! The owner of the motel, . ''Gomendasai...'' Has it even been an hour already since Yoh left?
Mr. Chucky may be a minor OC character in this fic, but in later chapters I planned to have him as a person who would be of great help to Lyserg. ^_^