* This story was inspired by previous works that I've read in the past. Key authors being Holly Black and Melissa Marr. I take no credit for their work. Furthermore, I don't carry the rights for this anime. Some of the characters will act OOC; all of these characters are of age. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Enjoy.
Chapter 6: Ikuto's POV:
"Well, how have you been, Brother?" Said the long haired blonde, her hands on her hips, and eyebrow raised.
Ikuto sighed heavily. "I could be better, honestly."
"Such depression." Utau said blankly, not seeming the least bit interested in his complaining.
The human he was with crawled towards him. The girl looked dishearteningly maddened. Her brown, originally curly hair was straggled and her face was glistening with sweat and dirt from being on the ground. Ikuto heard Utau scoff.
"Looks like you have a lot going on here." She commented, smirking when the girl gripped his thighs and tried to rip his tunic from him.
"Ugh." Ikuto frowned, grabbing the girls' hands before she succeeded. "Why didn't you get this job?"
Utau brightened as she usually did when it came to Ikuto's irritation. "Well, dear Brother, as it may seem I was just destined to be a Winter Faerie." She was now gloating, her eyes closed as if in euphoria. "I bring the animals and the greenery-"
"Into slumber. Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before. I get it." Ikuto interrupted, taking pleasure in watching her frown. "But I get tired of doing the same things over and over again."
Utau raised an eyebrow again. "Mr. Sex God is tired of sex?"
Rolling his eyes, he stepped back once the girl finally wrenched her hands free. Did she have to phrase it like that?
"Just let her die, Ikuto. You always do this. If you don't want her, leave her." Utau scolded.
Right. What should I care that a human would die with such lack of dignity? They were just humans. They were expendable. Still though...
He pulled the human from the ground and pinned her arms to her sides, pressing her back to himself.
"I can't just let her die." He spoke, trying to raise his voice over her moaning.
"If I do remember correctly, this girl was the one you were originally angry with." Utau reminded with a smile. Cool air rushed from her mouth, chilling the air around him. The whimpering girl shivered.
She was right, though. He watched this girl torment and cackle at her lower peers' expense. A 'bully', is what humans would label her. But she was a pretty bully. Too vain for her own good, maybe; but still pretty.
"True.." Ikuto mumbled finally, hating to be put in this embarrassing position.
Utau groaned and walked over to him. "I'll take this one off your hands too, Ikuto. But I have to say that my closet is getting to be too crowded."
Ikuto visibly winced.
Utau turned to look at the writhing girl. "What's your name, Dear?"
"Nghh..." The girl groaned, turning her head to look back at Ikuto.
He nodded.
"Saaya. Yamabuki Saaya..." She mumbled, looking back at Utau.
"Oooh, such a pretty name, Dearie~" Utau cried girlishly.
If only humans could see past this facade. She may be sweet acting and pretty, but only he has seen her wrath and it was anything but.
"IKUTO!" Saaya cried, as if he'd said something insulting. "Why are you cheating on me?!"
Ikuto stared at her dumbfounded. "E-Excuse me?"
"Especially with this worthless blonde!" She added, glaring at Utau. Utau's eyes darkened with disgust, and Ikuto kept his fingers clamped on Saaya's arms.
"Utau..." He murmured with warning. She frowned at him and looked at Saaya with a forced smile.
"Saaya, Ikuto is my brother."
"So says you! Ikuto, tell me the truth!" Saaya demanded, turning her head to look at him again.
Ikuto dropped his arms and looked at her. To distract her, he ran his hand through her wild hair, caressing her neck. "Saaya..."
She stared at him, her eyes softening. Lust boiled deep within her eyes. "Ikuto, I love you."
So many times he's heard that. Girl after girl. It never failed, truly. Never. The powers of lust. Even now, it stunned him. So many times he watched as Utau took his woman and blow ice over there bodies. Freezing each of the girls he didn't have the heart to actually kill himself. So many times he'd seen them stare at him while being frozen with lust in there eyes. Never love. Lust.
"Whelp! Now that that's out of the way..!" Utau called. She hefted the iced Saaya statue over her shoulder, and grinned. "Don't start thinking that I'll be doing this every time you start getting irrationally mushy at heart."
Ikuto scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You say that, but you always come through in the end."
Utau smiled, and her eyes softened despite his teasing. "Take care, Ikuto-kun."
He nodded. "Likewise."
With a wave, she disappeared.
He never fully understood how the whole disappearing act, even though he'd done it several times. It was as easy as breathing.
"Well then... From now one... Well, no..." Ikuto stiffened when he heard a rustling noise behind him. He turned around. What he saw... He couldn't believe. "...Amu?"
Amu's POV:
What a long freakin' walk. Amu sat down almost immediately after Ikuto acknowledged her existence. She looked up at him with a grin. "Do you usually talk to yourself when no one's around?"
He looked relieved for a moment, which confused her. Until he smirked. "No, I don't. But today was one of those days, y'know?" He sat down crosslegged far from her.
Which irritated her.
"Only a few days ago, you wanted to touch me and now you want space?" She spoke before thinking and then afterward felt like she wanted to be shot in the face. Her face lit up like a fire. "I-I mean, not that I care- 'cuz I don't!"
Ikuto's eyes lit up in amusement. "Riight." His voice sounded condescending.
Bleh.
"Anyway," she said abruptly. "I did that research."
She watched him stiffen, and watch the grass. She paused and tilted her head. His voice sounded uncertain. "So soon?"
She nodded. "Well, I waited a day.. Curiosity got the best of me."
He looked saddened for a moment until his face, like... shut off. "Curiosity kills."
What did that mean?
Amu shrugged. "I guess. But... Now I think I understand what you are."
Ikuto lifted his gaze from the grass he was so suddenly interested in, and stared at her. "A Gancanagh."
"A Sex God." She added.
He winced.
And the prize for Biggest Jackass goes to...
Amu frowned. "Sorry..."
"It's alright." He muttered.
"Are you sure? I didn't mean to, like... Offend you, or whatever..." She stammered over the words, swallowing.
He laughed. And his laugh practically brought her to like. His smile stripped her of her pride and brought her soul to it's knees. (Thanks Apocolyptica!)
"My dear," He started, and his smile widened when she grimaced. "You can't possibly offend me by speaking the obvious. I know full well what I am, and what I am capable of, just as much as you do. But..." He shrugged. "Maybe I don't like my occupation."
Amu frowned and let the information simmer in her mind. "I got my information off of Wikipedia." She said.
"And who do you think put that information there?" He raised an eyebrow.
"I thought... Irish people did..." Amu replied dumbly. Because she did. Since a Gancanagh was supposed to be Irish Mythology.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Maybe they added to it, but there are some Faeries who like to mess around and write the truth in the sites that most people would automatically deem 'not completely believable'. In fact, I'm surprised you are such a believer yourself."
Amu smiled. "Open minded."
"Ah, well... Good. I think." He frowned and got that same sad face he did earlier. "I've never actually sat and talked to a human before." He added suddenly, looking at her.
The way he said human was as if she were a rare, dangerous, and stupid jewel.
"Really?" AMu asked, disbelieving.
"Well, no. And I've been alive for.." He scoffed. "I told you this already. Anyway, I've been alive for centuries, and I was raised to believe humans to be stupid, expendable, and cruel. I was surprised that you could see me."
Well, ouch.
"I wasn't supposed to?" She frowned.
He nodded soberly.
"What does that mean?" She prodded.
He took a breather before beginning. "Humans can't see a Faerie unless that Faerie wishes to be seen. Like right now. I'm supposed to be invisible to your eyes and everyone else's. Right now, to other people, you'd look like you're talking to yourself."
Amu looked around, and frowned. "Well, hell. If I knew that..."
He chuckled, staring at her in a mixture of awe and curiosity.
She looked around again self-consciously. "So, like... How do you make yourself visible so I don't look like I belong in an asylum?"
"That involves Glamoury. Every faerie can do it, though some Faeries can make their 'human' form more believable than others." He informed her.
She was surprisingly getting excited. "Well, show me your 'human' self!"
He looked like he was on the verge of blushing.
"Really?" He said suddenly. "You're not afraid of me? Not in the slightest?"
Amu shrugged. "I am, but then I am not. You can't really do me any harm."
"Oh?" Something sparked in his eyes mischievously. "And why do you think that?"
She swallowed. "Because I have to willingly want to touch you in order for you to have any.. Uh.. Effect on me."
Ikuto laughed, pausing with a smirk. "You have to be willing, yes. But that doesn't mean I'm powerless to make you willing."
He was gradually growing closer to her, until she was eye level with his collarbone, which, by the way, was prominent against his sheer tunic.
Amu shied away. "You do this to every female?" She wrinkled her nose.
"It's as easy as breathing, yes." He said simply, his breath delectably husky.
"Isn't there a possibility you have a disease or something?"
He chuckled, and ducked his head, peering at her from under his silky-like hair in his face. "If it were possible to get a disease, I'd probably have 30 different ones."
"Ew! Gross!" She yelled, throwing grass at him.
He sat back, laughing. "I know, right? But no. I don't have a disease.
"Lucky duck." She commented, smirking. "So, you did an amazingly sexy job at distracting me, Sir. Your Glamoury?"
Ikuto sighed, as if put out by her persistence. "I will show you..." He stood.
YES!
"If..." He grinned. "You take a walk with me."
Daamn iiiit...
"Deal." She muttered, standing and smiling only a little when he laughed.
What would it feel like to touch him without being addicted to him?
Remember to R&R!