Mages and Knights
Summery: AU Takuya is the son of a poor farmer and on one day discovers he is an Elemental. Powerful people are out to get him so he travels to a School were he meets a lot of interesting people. And maybe fall in love with one of the strangest. Kouji/Takuya
Warnings: Digimon crossover, Cursing, Yoai, T rating
Chapter name: Shifting the Currents
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon so do not sue me
Author Notes: Hello again! I updated again aren't you happy! (Giggle) Anyway I got to come up with a science fair project soon so I'm thinking along the lines of plants with sugar water or something. Gods! I already did two projects in the last two years. What else do they want me to do? I don't care if it's MANDITORY! Curse you all! I guess I'll just take out some of my frustration of the unfairness of the school curriculum by writing the next chapter (sigh). Not that it will help much but here goes…
Anyways I am thinking to add additional pairings on to this story so maybe ya could, you know, give me some ideas. I am thinking along the lines of the lonerxleader pairings. So what do you say? Likey?
Then someone said behind him in an ageless, unemotional voice, "Welcome young mortal."
Takuya spun around, his eyes wide. And saw nothing, just the silky gray stone wall. He blinked, backing away from the wall where he heard the voice come form. The sound of the voice was echoing eerily coming back at him from all directions so he couldn't have imagined it. His voice hadn't done that in the chamber when he spoke. All the strings of light went on weaving themselves with hesitation, gliding swiftly to each other. The gaps in between the strands stood out form the pattern like a gaping black holes that looked wrong.
"Who's there?" he called in a shaky voice, his heart pounding. Once again there was no echo. This was really creeping him out and it didn't help that he still had no clue where he was. The last thing he remembered was his anger and the instinct to reach to his core. He groaned and fisted his hair. He did it again! Endangered his friends and those around him. Now his newfound probably hated him or, even worse, feared him. He closed his eyes feeling tears trying to coming out. All he wanted was to be loved. Was that too much to ask! Maybe what Izumi said wasn't true at the time but now it was definitely true. Looks like he'll be alone after all, forever.
"Why?" he whispered to the empty room as if it could give him the answers he needed.
"If the answer thou seeks thee should need to look upon those before and after thee, child," the voice said again behind him.
Takuya's eyes shot open and he whirled behind him again hoping that someone would actually be there this time. Once again no one was there. Takuya growled frustrated as he stomped his foot on the frozen floor. He was sick of this! He just wasn't in the mood! His friends hated him now he didn't need something else to bother him. A light of sky blue slithered past his foot. He wanted to scream, throw stuff, or something!
"Show your self!" he said loudly looking around constantly. He automatically took the defensive stance that Maki had drilled into his brain. His feet spread apart father than his shoulders, one hand fisted and draw across his stomach while the other higher up at an angle at chest height. The light around wasn't very good; the skylight only illuminated the tapestry while the lights only some gave the smallest trickle of light. Only about twenty of the lights gave slightly more light than a candle.
"Thou demands a grave request of the knowledge that thy people have been forsaken from since past millennia," the voice sprouted from the walls all around him. His eyes moved trying to locate the owner of the voice but as far as he could see he was alone. "Art thou willing to forfeit to our consequences?"
Takuya narrowed his eyes. "Why did you bring me here then?" he said feeling a little foolish for speaking at nothing. "Why bring me all the way here to pay come stupid price of something I never wanted in the first place?"
The shadows around the walls seemed to shimmer and move like shadowy moths, flickering around the edges of his vision. The weird gray light moved a bit as if wanting to change in someway. The lights moved a bit slower than before like the voice made them sluggish.
"Thou speaks thy truth in good judgment," the voice came carefully, sending shivers of apprehension down his spine. Takuya was able to pinpoint the direction of the voice this time. It came from the swirling light that rained down from the skylight. "But thy must know that we have brought thee to enlighten thee."
"Then show yourself!" he shouted, staring at the gray light. The light seemed to thicken in front of the weaving lights. It begun to take shape, changing the gray color and texture of itself. It smoothed out at the bottom spreading itself outwards while narrowing at the top. It kept changing twisting itself. It was like looking at a dream The room suddenly became a bit brighter than before. The gray moonlight twisted one final time before revealing it hidden treasure and maker, silken cloth falling down from the nonexistent wind.
In front of the tapestry and under the skylight stood a woman. She stood at around six foot five approximately, taller than Takuya. She had the whitest skin he had ever seen in his life. It was almost as if all life was sucked out of it. Her long, beautiful gold hair reached to the floor like a waterfall, outlining her face in waves. Her dress was what got him. The woman stood clad in a long white v-necked gown. It was shimmering with the light and looked as many layers of cloth had been pinned to the skirt making it look like waves that flowed outward and all the way down to the ground. No, it actually went past the ground, literally. The end of the dress flowed past the ground as if the floor wasn't actually there. The sleeves were large wide ones that ended at her wrists and almost reached waist-length. Her hands were lightly clasped together in front of her. Above the collar of her dress was a symbol that looked like a white dot with four spikes growing outwards from it and four smaller ones in between the bigger spikes. Takuya's gaze was brought upwards and nearly yelled from the shock. Her eyes…were completely white from corner to corner. They didn't have pupils or iris, only the blinding white. They gazed eerily at him. With those eyes she looked blind but clearly wasn't as her eyes were locked on Takuya.
"W-w-h-o are y-ou?" he stammered as he backing up. This woman was clearly not human.
She raised a white hand, stopping him somehow. Her face was completely devoid of any emotion she might be feeling. "Do not demonstrate trepidation in me, young mortal," she said. Her voice was the same one that had spoken to him. It wasn't male or female, young or old, it just was. It was the same as her Takuya realized. You could tell she was a woman but you couldn't tell her age; she looked a thousand years old and twenty years young at the same time. "We do not draw near in ill faith."
He gazed at her warily not quite trusting her words. Wait a minute. She said "we" as in more than one person. "'We'?" he asked eyeing her carefully.
"Correct, thou art young one." Takuya gasped as he turned around again hearing an identical voice behind him.
Where the shadows have been moving now stood another woman, shadows still flickering around her. She stood at the same height as the other. Her midnight black hair flowed down to the floor and spread out at the bottom. She had the same skin of the other woman, as cold and white as death's own breath. Her dress reached past the floor into who-knows-where, probably oblivion. The pitch black dress was made of different layers of cloth but the weird thing was that it looked like several animals with sharp claws had attacked the dress with vigor. It had long scratches and tears going down the skirt's length, showing more black layers underneath. The same thing happened on the long sleeves, making the dress look old and worn. Right under her throat there was also a sign. A small black sun stood there with a long rectangle going down under it whose end was wider than the top part near the sun. Her eyes were the same as her counterpart's but only pure black. They looked like a black void in which there was no light, no hope.
He stared at the black clad woman with awe. She looked so young yet so old. Her black eyes followed every movement he made. Then, without a word, she walked across the room to the other woman, who was standing calmly. Actually she glided over with the lights moving, parting in front of her. Her skirts made soft rustling on each layer as they rubbed together with the movement. Takuya swore he could almost hear whispers coming with the rustling. Long forgotten voices calling so softly he couldn't hear the words. She stopped next to the other and turned around to face him; the whispers growing momentarily at that slow spin. They stood side to side, mirror images of each other in front of the tapestry who was weaving with its natural pace still leaving spaces in between each other.
The silence was thickening and suffocating. It seemed as if the women were waiting for him, showing absolutely no emotion towards anything. He shifted nervously. What did they want him to say? Felt like if he opened his mouth he would say something stupid or foolish His mind was at a blank so he said the first thing that popped into his mind, hoping it was the right thing.
"Who are you?" Takuya asked. The two had a passive aura around them even if they still looked at him emotionlessly with their odd eyes. He didn't really think those two would hurt him. They brought him here so what would they really want? He didn't even know what or who they are.
They clasped their hands in the same motion, titling their heads up. "We art the Weavers," they said at the same time in perfect harmony. Takuya heard only one voice as the two spoke, like their voices melted together. "The two who see what has been misplaced. We weave the forces of life into their propose. We art the servants of the Twelve Gods who rule the Kamigami courts and the three planes. We resolve who is brought unto the daylight of humankind's existence. The sisters of Time and Space. Providence and fortune is what we compose into our reflection for thy world, young Takuya."
Which left Takuya even more confused than before. "That isn't answer," he said frowning, his hands on his hips.
"Answers art the fact and falsehood of thy world," the white woman said as the black one continued, "Which is the one thy heart's aspiration?"
"The truth?" he blinked. What's aspiration?
"If that's the foundation of thy inclination thou may entitle me Fate," the white woman said serenely.
"Thou may perhaps name me Destiny," the black woman responded to her sister's answer to Takuya.
"Fate and Destiny?" Takuya said gaining a little more courage and shuffling towards them a bit. "Isn't fate and destiny the same thing? Your life's path or something like that."
Fate shook her head her blonde hair swaying slightly. "Fate is the pathway that thy existence has had since the moment thee was brought to thy world."
"Destiny," Destiny continued. "Is thy choice and manner that thou have chosen throughout thy life with thy actions and judgment to live."
"What?" Takuya said confused as he ruffled his hair. "If a person has a path that has already been picked then how can you chose your own? I don't get it."
Fate looked into his eyes for a moment and he saw flashes of people, children, and animals along with colors so bright they almost left him seeing spots. Then she slowly blinked leaving Takuya to shake his head, thinking that he was going insane. "Fate is the way that thy life has been selected to exist in the Earth although thy people are capable of rerouting from that corridor creating thy own destiny in the progress."
Takuya cupped his chin thinking. "So we don't always go on our fate. Wait, how do you know that anyway?" he said at them.
Destiny drew away a little for the tapestry of lights, making the whispers from her skirts rise temporarily. He heard one word that the voices spoke of: Secrets. "We entwine the life of thy people," she said emotionlessly. "We form those in need of being. We finish those who call for release from existence. We decide the fate of thy people's life within the current of the torrent of thy mortal."
"You two?" he said awed and a little scared. Fate and Destiny did as their names said. They created the life of people and the way they live. He stared at them in rapture. They created him, his family, friends, everybody he knew and didn't. "No way," he breathed. Why would they call him to them?
"We advise no falsehood, young one," they said in one voice. The lights behind them moved in their dance. Suddenly a short bright green light next to Takuya's arm disintegrated, flashing then dieing; its ashes floating down and disappearing before they touched the ground. Takuya jumped and drew back.
"A life has finished," Destiny said looking at the space the lights was.
"You mean" Takuya asked, his eyes wide. "That all those lights are actually lives!" He looked at all the lights thinking of all those people in the kingdom. Well, there were certainly enough lights for that.
"Aye, little one," Fate responded nodding her regal head. She raised her hand gesturing softly at the tapestry of lights. "This is the painting of life. The tapestry that all lives have been fitted into. All lives breathe with each other, each knowing their place in the grand sketch of verve."
Takuya gazed at the lights armed with this new knowledge. He wondered which light was Kouichi's life and which one was Juri's. This…was incredible. He never thought to see this paranormal creation of all things in the Earth. "Hey, which one is mine?" he asked, pointing to the string of lights. Maybe a dark red one? Or a bronze light would also be good.
"No fey lines have been born to thee," Fate answered, her gaze almost intensifying at the thought even if nothing changed on her face.
"What!" he gasped shocked. He didn't know what but something told him that they were telling the truth. "But-but I have to have one! I mean I'm alive aren't I?" He poked himself in emphasis. He had to have one, didn't he?
"Thou art alive," Destiny agreed shifting to right. She raised her hand and it rested lightly on one of the gaps in the tapestry. "However, not through our spirit and will. Thy world was not prepared for another Elemental." She closed her eyes briefly.
Fate continued with the explanation. "Thou were not supposed to be born, child. We did not plan this in our thoughts. Since the earliest moment in time, someone also has taken to creating souls. For thou have no fate."
Takuya's heart pounded in his ribcage painfully. If they didn't create him then who did? "Who?" he asked, nervously sensing this was a touchy subject for the Weavers. Well, he would feel that way too if someone took over his job like that.
"Aguni will forever be the most rash of the Gods," Destiny said, looking at Takuya. He could almost drown in those black eyes. "He believed that thy world required an Elemental once again." She wearily shook her head, hair floating around her before settling down
"Aguni created me?" he said joyous. His all time favorite God created him! Takuya smiled in rapture and delight. He never expected this! "That's great!"
"Nay, little one," Destiny said, bring Takuya back to, well, wherever they where. "In creating thee Aguni hast brought the fall of the age. Do thou see our tapestry?" Takuya nodded slowly. "Thy birth hast unraveled our tapestry. It disrupted the stream in which every being of life travel upon. This hast never happened since the commencement of the world, little one."
Takuya gaped. All of life was falling apart because of him. Every life was being disturbed because he was born. Was that why they brought him here? To kill him and get everything back in sync again. He back peddled away in panic almost tripping over his own feet. They watched him scrabbling away. His back it the wall as he looked for a way out. He only way he could see was the skylight but that was directly above Destiny and Fate. He saw no other way of escape, his breathing hitched as he unconsciously reached for his core.
Suddenly, the two women stretched their hand towards Takuya, palm outwards, it synchronization. The symbols on their collarbones faded away from their skin, melting. Then the skin of their palms started rippling like water and then something grew out from the middle of the moving skin. Floating in front of Fate's palm was a white crystal in the shape of her symbol: an eight sided star. Destiny's crystal symbol was an exact replica of the own symbol: a black sun with its shadow. The crystals shinned with an inner light that looked water but moved like mist and fog. They held them out right above their hands and the light started pulsing rapidly.
All the fey lines stopped their movement and went rigid. In less than two seconds all the lights turned black and white reminding Takuya of something that escaped his mind for that moment and they shot towards him faster than lightning. They twisted in the air and ran across the floor. Before he could even bat an eyelid he was captured in a cocoon of fey lines that were so tightly wrapped that he couldn't move a finger. The only part that wasn't covered was his head and neck. He yelped was the cool lights lifted him up, his feet leaving the floor not that he could see them because of the multitudes of fey lines. The lights moved with precision and accuracy as the lights that were connected to the roof tensed and smoothly moved Takuya in the air. He felt so helpless; they really did bring him to kill him. He struggled ferociously to be released but they were like steel, they didn't budge. With soft whooshing sounds the light brought the panicking Takuya to the Weavers. They stopped him right before his face was implanted in one of the outstretched crystals.
"Let me go!" he yelled thrashing around. "You hear me! Stop it and bring me back to the School!" The sudden movements of the lights broke his concentration and his core disappeared from contact.
Destiny glided forward to Takuya, her whisperers following her. She stopped and foot in front of Takuya as her crystal reappeared as an ink drawing as it sank back into her skin. Takuya could feel her presence round him, cold as death but soft as clouds.
"Calm thyself, young one," Destiny said in a whisper that seemed to yell out at him. "We do not turn about our declaration of precedent into mendacity."
Takuya looked suspiciously at the woman. She was right in front of him and he could see every detail on her face. It was as smooth as marble and as flawless as a sculpture. Her hair parted on either side of her face outlining it. The thing was that she was not beautiful nor was she ugly. Destiny was somewhere right in between, her complexion suiting her perfectly as ageless as she was.
"You want to kill me don't you?" he said carefully. His life was in the hands of these strange women as much as he hated it. He tensed as he waited. If they said yes he was going to…going to…he had no clue what he was going to!
Destiny shifted. Takuya heard the whispers call out to him: Secrets are the epitome of life, fight it. "It would matter not what we would do to thee. What has been completed in the times of yore cannot be revised," she said.
"Then why did you bring me here?" Takuya asked, relaxing momentarily. The lights were staring to lose their grip.
Fate said from behind her sister, "We have brought thee to our dwelling in clandestine to foreshadow thee of what will draw closer in the near upcoming." Takuya just stared at her confused. What the heck did she just say? Fate caught the look and said, "We brought thee in secret to our home to warn you." She said that fluently. All the two said where big, difficult words that maybe, just maybe, could have deciphered if he had a dictionary even if he doubted that he could read the definitions. But hey, he's getting better at it. That's what happens when you get Ken Ichijoji as your tutor.
Takuya calmed down as he realized that they wouldn't actually hurt him. The fey lines started to unravel around him slowly. "What do you want to warn me about?" he asked.
"The future will be surrounded by obscurity, little one," Destiny said and she reached out and lifted his chin with a finger. "We have seen what shall be revealed but we cannot decipher its contents for we lack the foundation of thy life to stable the representation of what will be." Her finger was cool and gentle on him as he gazed into her eyes. "For thee to comprehend the future thou must gaze into the ancient times. Release thy mind and we shall guide thee. For the times of the Elementals are distressing ones that thee must never fail to remember."
Takuya saw into the endless eyes looking into his own. They swirled with nothingness and everything. Drawing him forwards and back. All he saw was black so encompassing so full that they grew. The darkness grew getting bigger darker until all he saw was black. It was all around him. He could feel nothing, hear nothing, and see nothing but the black. It didn't matter if he had his eyes closed but he did anyways as a sudden impulse directed him.
When he opened his eyes he was surprised as he looked down at a ship harbor. Giant ships of wood filled the harbor next to the glorious sapphire ocean that reminded him of Kouji's eyes. They were commanded ships, royal ships, navy ships, all kinds with sails of all colors reaching for the skies. The village next to it was a humble but full village filled with laughter and cheer. Millions of people came forward from the streets onto the harbor. Young men ready for the first time to sail onto the open waters of the ocean. Hardened sailors and commanders yelling at their subordinates on the poop decks of their ships. Women and girls waving and crying as their loved ones went off to do their duty for the kingdom, waving their handkerchiefs at them. The winds blew steadily as they filled the sails, ready to journey on.
Takuya looked around at the scene before he realized that it was actually below him. He was floating in the air! He gasped and waved his hands and feet. He was suspended in the air as if invisible hands held him up. And another thing, he was transparent. Yep, that he was. He put his hand in front of his face and saw straight through it to the other side. What the hell was going on! Destiny said that he needed to see the past to understand what would be happening so maybe this was the past or something. He was floating on the village looking towards the harbor. He suspected that no one could see him because no one was yelling about a see-thru, floating boy in the sky.
The wind picked up at a ferocious rate. It was all being sucked up into the ocean as a huge water spout sprang from the ocean making thirty-foot waves crashing into the passive ships. There was a groan as a big ship was yanked out of the harbor towards the water twister. All the people on the ship and everywhere else were yelling and screaming. Takuya looked in horror as several more ship were capsized or torn apart by the water spout. He could feel the wind pass thru him even if it didn't move him. Four smaller twisters grew from the water and raced to the village and harbor. People were sucked into the winds as they raced for cover even if none were spared from the wrath of the natural disasters happening.
The roofs of the houses were torn off along with the walls and trees. A smaller twister crashed into the harbor killing and maiming people and destroying the landscape. Takuya could do nothing but look at the scream filled horizon. His angry eyes looked at the middle and biggest water twister. This was its fault. Then the middle of the water twister opened like a curtain on a window, an elegant move in a disarrayed world. There right in the eye of the twister, floating on a jet stream of water was a man with glowing azure eyes.
Everything went black again as if someone had put out the sun. It cleared in a moment showering him with light. When Takuya could see again he was once again floating but this time he was above a canyon which no plants grew on. On either side there were tall, huge, steep cliffs that would take days to climb. The sun beat down its rays illuminating the scene below. Walking in between the cliffs on the floor was an army of a thousand strong men. They marched in rhythm along the path that was worn away by an ancient river. Their metal armor reflected the sunlight. Each carried a sword and shield as they march to battle.
Takuya heard saw something on the left side of the cliff standing on the top looking down on the army. It was a man with long brown hair. Takuya was too far away to see his face. Then the man raised both hands in front of him. Takuya wanted to float backwards as he saw the man's eyes glow a fierce green. Then with a rumble that shook the skies and earth, the walls of the canyon caved in. The rocks flew downwards towards the panicking army. They fell with sickening accuracy on the army, trapping them in the rubble. Every single soldier was caught in the falling stones and killed in a horrific death that no one would ever want. The last thing Takuya saw before the world faded was the bitter self-mocking smile on the man's face as he turned his face towards the sun.
Takuya was now watching a battle field. Twelve men stood on guard with their swords and shields out standing in a circle. They were all watching the lone figure in the middle. It was a cloaked woman standing passive with no expression of fear or terror on her face as the men aimed their weapons at her. The sky was dark as the full moon rose surrounded by thick black clouds that rumbled in the night. The darkened sky was full of the heavy clouds as thunder ruled the night.
In between all the thunder he heard a male voice speaking to the woman as the man stepped forwards out of the ranks. "You have been charged with the assassination of King Haitus's sons Ristek and Shiut. You are here by under arrest of the Royal Army. Give in by your freewill and we will not have to harm bodily you," he said pointing his sword at her as the Royal crest flashed on his armor.
Thunder and flashes of lightning lit the skies with their wails of injustice and hunger. The men drew back and presented their shields in defense. The cloaked woman stepped forward to meet the man who had spoken. Her steps echoed with that of the thunder. She stopped right in front of the man as he stood with his shield facing her, ready to stop her if she attacked.
She chuckled so eerily that the hairs on the back of Takuya's neck stood on end. "My freewill was taken from me a long time ago," she said softly, her face shadowed by the hood of her cloak. "So I have none to give." And with that two glowing yellow eyes shinned from under the hood. Her hand snaked out of her cloak and landed on the face of the shield. A scream pierced the night as thunder responded eagerly. The man's body constricted as lightning burned every molecule in his body. The burned and charred body slumped to the ground with a soft thump. The other men around yelled in surprise then charged towards the woman who turned to face them. Her hand rose slowly and she pointed to them. Eleven streaks of lightning shot from the sky and each one struck their target, flashing. Each screamed once in so much complete pain and anguish that it twisted Takuya's heart to see such a scene and being unable to do anything about it. But some part of Takuya admired the woman's control of her power and the way she fearlessly used it.
The woman's hand retreated back in her cloak and she slowly walked away from the broken bodies leaving them in on blood spilled ground. But as she went she stopped momentarily and said to the air as lightning illuminated her lonely silhouette, "A person can't keep people from having a bad opinion of him, but he can keep them from being right about it." She turned and looked at the bodies on the ground with an expressionless face but a single tear rolled down her cheek betraying her true emotions. "Too bad it's too late for me," she whispered and the world faded into black.
Takuya was pulled backwards thru the darkness without his consent. He wanted to see the woman and talk with her. He felt that he needed to know what happened to her. He felt as if he had landed on a stone floor from a twelve storey fall. For a moment he was disoriented from the fall and didn't recognize his surroundings. Then it clicked. He was back in the chamber of Fate and Destiny and he was flat on his back. He sat up feeling his back ache a bit and looked up.
Fate and Destiny were standing serenely in front of the tapestry. The fey lines were all back to their normal colors and continued their weaving. They slithered past him on the walls.
"What was that?" he demanded as he stood up. He was miffed at being dragged into another weird place without his permission. It was getting old, not to mention annoying. He was also confused as hell.
"Those were the past deeds of thy ancestors," Fate said. "Those three people were the preceding of the Elementals prior to when the ban came into commencement."
Takuya started horrified. All those people were killed, brutally murdered by past Elementals. Now, he knew why the Black Oracle wanted him. He could do all those things that they or even more. His stomach churned nastily. He had to cover his mouth as not to throw up his lunch on the floor of the chamber. He…he was one of those murders, one of the people who could crush the kingdom single-handedly. It was truly sickening to consider being the same User as those murderers. Then the Thunder Elemental's face came into his mind with that single tear rolling down.
"Oh Gods," he breathed, feeling vile rise in his throat. He took deep, calming breathes. The Weavers watched his turmoil with passiveness that he wished he had.
Fate glided forward and said, "Calm be thee, little one."
"Calm! How can I be calm?" he yelled, his eyes wide. "I just saw three Elementals murder hundreds of people! The same User that I am! Is that how I'm going to turn out? Am I destined to be like them?" During the sentence his voice became softer and softer until he was whispering with dread as he looked for an answer at the Weavers.
"Thou hast not a fey line thus we don't recognize thy conclusion," Fate said, her white eyes almost pitying. "One thing thee must know that even if thou hast a fey line thee can stray from it. Every mortal writes their own destiny. It is up to thy heart to make thy own course to journey on. We have helped further than we are permitted to. We can do no other for the present moment."
Takuya drew a shaky breath feeling his heart about to explode from his ribcage. "What do mean you've helped me?" Takuya inquired shaking his sweaty hair.
"We have been amid thee ever since thou approached Canalis," Fate said, her gown glowing with a surreal light.
Takuya mentally checked his memories. Where could they have helped him and left a mark? He bit his lip in concentration. There was something he knew it but he just couldn't figure it out. It kept slipping from his mind like trying to grasp a smooth granite ball with a coating of oil on it.
"Thus thou must-" Destiny said but was cut off when all the fey lines started to vibrate and sing shrilly at them like birds. Destiny and Fate shot expressionless looks at each other then looked back at Takuya. "Thou must go now." Fate's symbol appeared in the form of her crystal again and she shinned it at Takuya.
"Wait! What's happening?" Takuya gasped as the light pierced his eyes. He shielded them with one hand.
"The Gods have forbidden us to contact you and assist. Thou must depart now but do not be concerned. We will gather together yet again," Takuya heard one of them say. The light was so bright he couldn't see who spoke. "Know this, young one, dreams frequently enlightens the mind of what the body can not be aware of in time or present."
Takuya felt as though the floor had been taken away. He plummeted and the last thing he heard from the Weavers were, "Remember, love without boundaries is the greatest love of all.
The first thing Takuya registered was that he had a thumping headache as if several daemons with trumpets were parading in his head. All his limbs were so heavy he could barely lift his hand. He slowly opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised when all the light around him was dimmed. He was laying on something soft and when he turned his head he discovered that he was in a white bed. He groaned as he sat up; he was so tired. He looked around. He had never been in this room before. It looked like one of the student bedrooms but way bigger with twelve beds including his. All the windows in between each bed were closed and shaded. The room was pleasantly cool.
He yawned. Gods, was he tired. Last time he was this tired he had had a…temper flash. It all came back to him in a cruelly hard smack. He had a temper flash against Izumi. But this time it was even worse. He did it on purpose knowing he could now reach his core with some difficultly and that he couldn't fully control it. He wouldn't be surprised if they expelled him now even if he was an Elemental after all those things the Elementals did in the past he was surprised they didn't kill him on the spot. Takuya sighed and landed back on the bad again with a thump. What would his parents say when they saw him back on their doorstep saying he had been expelled? He just couldn't disappoint them, not again. All his life he had been a burden, a threat and now here was the proof. He was painfully sure his friends weren't his friends anymore. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. To be with other people and actually feel accepted. Now, he had ruined it all because of one foolish and stupid, jealous girl. And what would happen to Kouji?
Takuya closed his eyes painfully. Why did he feel so desperate when he thought about never seeing Kouji again? Why did he feel so strongly about him? He shouldn't feel this way. What was wrong with him! Or maybe something was right. His thoughts were brought back to his meeting with Fate and Destiny. They said something about dreams and love. Takuya remembered the dream he had about fire hurting him the first night here. Did that mean something? And what about the love with no boundaries? How does that fit in with his situation?
"Mister?"
Takuya opened his eyes to see the little servant kid next to his bed with his eyes shyly looking away. He wasn't standing as if he was afraid Takuya would toast him. That was odd, Takuya thought with a small sense of hope.
"Uhh, hi?" he said carefully. Maybe this kid would have some answers. "Do you know by any chance where I am?"
The kid squeaked and replied, "Yes! You're in the infirmary, mister."
Takuya smiled faintly. Even with his misery he found that being called mister or master or sir kind of irked him. "The infirmary, huh? Never been here before. So where's Meimu, kid?"
The kid smiled softly, "Mistress Meimu had to go patch some of other kids in the second infirmary. Apparently, you burnt them when they tried to stop you from scorching Mistress Izumi, not that many people would be sorry about that anyway." The kid had this big grin on his face as Takuya blinked. That was the longest thing he had ever heard the kid say. He should really get his name. Calling him 'the kid' just wasn't cutting it anymore.
"What's your name?" Takuya asked lazily. He felt really sluggish. He just wanted to sleep really badly now.
"Tomoki! Hey, are you alright?" Tomoki asked, moving forward. Takuya noticed that he held a white shirt and a small blue jar. Tomoki laid them on the night table next to his bed.
"Yeah, just so tired," Takuya mumbled against the sheets.
"Oh," Tomoki said softly. "I'm sorry but Mistress Meimu said that if you woke up I should put the healing ointment on our bruise before you go back to sleep. When you wake up again you can put the shirt back on." Takuya nodded slowly, not really hearing. Tomoki shyly moved forward and garbed the blue jar. "Turn around please," he said politely.
"Yeah, sure," Takuya whispered groggily. With difficultly he turned over on his stomach. Takuya just noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Funny what sleep can do to you. Takuya felt the kid's small fingers rub something like cool gel on his skin right below his neck. The smooth actions slowly lulled him to sleep.
Ha! The lines are on again. Whoooooo! There you go. Chappie number eight is up and running. Oh, I hope I discribed the symbols of Fate and Destiny correctly. Fate's symbol is suppose to look like the crest of light and Fate's is suppose to be the crest of hope. Did I do OK?
I hope you all liked it, I work so-so hard for this but still I worked which is rare now these days with school and all. Homework's not so bad but still a pain were the sun don't shine but enough of my woes. Review and make my day!