Ryoma - a tall blond boy with blue and green eyes. He wears a black mask, he has coat with fur (since he is cold all the time as he states). He has a grey T-shirt underneath. He wears dark jeans with sneakers. He is the child of Izumo and Seri.
Takara - quite tall but short boy with black hair and hazel eyes. He wears turtleneck (whens summer a big T-shirt) and ripped jeans. He wears earrings and a necklace underneath his turtleneck. He wears black sneakers. He has a more formal so called uniform. He is the child of Misaki and Fushimi (adoptive duh-).
This is a short story of a au i have, I will make a big story project later down the line but this is a short angst story, if you dont like angst. Done read, ok? :joy: :joy:
But enjoy! Luna/
The attack had gone well the abandoned warehouse was a perfect place to have a fight of the gods.
The different colors of the auras and powers were like a light show. A light show of death.
As Takara runs in a empty room of the warehouse while the others were fighting his battle he felt ashammed but his rage blinded him as he looked up to see a blond man on the second floor. He stared at you with those eyes you hated so much, he had a masked so you couldn't see what kind of expressionhe made but you were sure that he was grinning big. You were ready to attack. Chase him anything. Nothing. Nothing happend. In the end the man jumped from the second floor down on the first to meet your gaze.
"Bastard.." Takara growled at him. "You really wanna die?" He screamed his voice was filled with rage but you felt heavy with this feeling. What was this weight?
He man paused, you didn't wait for him to answer you charged him as your aura created a weapon of water as Takara attacked him, it was a sword.
He swiftly avoided it. He was elegant about it. It made you more angry but the heavy feeling grew heavier, but you shook it off as the best you could. But you couldn't you felt like you wanted to puke by it, wanted to fall apart, you couldn't. Not now. Not ever!
You felt a heat coming from your left, it was fire.
You clenched your teeth as it hit you you flew some meters back as you felt the pain of it. It felt like a 1000 needles but you didn't care.
"You seem to be doing well." The man said he stood meters away from you. Probably over 20.
Takara gave of a deep growl. "Shut up. Shut up.." you said, the feeling was back.
"Be quiet Ryoma!" He hissed at him. Ryoma didn't change expression, Takara wished that he would. But he didn't, he didn't move a mussle.
He felt his throat sore up, he felt like he was going to break, dont look at me like that! He thought as he stared at his old friend. He felt like he was a rat trapped by the cat.
What suddenly snapped out Takara out of his thoughts was the swift movement and sounds of Ryoma closing in on him. He didn't want him close. As the feeling grew heavier.
"After all this time you still follow me.. like you did back then when you said those words.." he said " do you still believe in then? After all these years? About me? Us?" He asked as he came closer and closer. Takara backed off but it was to no use. Ryoma made swift work of the room between them and were looming down over him he didn't have the courage to look at him. His weapon at this point had dissapered a long time ago because this heavy feeling of fear.
You felt like your confident, your pride was gone. As you felt tears coming down. You had meant it. You wanted to say it again! You wanted Ryoma to it it for him to accept what you felt and feel in this very moment.
Ryoma stood looming over him waiting for an answer. You felt the tears flow down, but you tool the last pieces of your courage to lift ip your head and look at him. His eyes were piercing you he seemed like he was swallowing you.
Takara parted his dry lips to speak up to what he said.
"Was me falling for you all a part of you're plan?" Takara said in a weak voice, he had a pained look on his face which he doesn't have often of his short temper. It seemed to throw Ryoma off guard. The both were silent. The silence felt like an eternity. The only thing he heared was his tears as he chuckled but it was weak and broken.
"Ofcourse it was... and I was stupid enough to fall right for it." He said.
"The idea if me loving you, drives you mad."
/ wow! Ehm.. yeah angst yay :joy: :joy:
I came up with this story when I was talking to some friends here thanks to Mama Totsuka for helping me with the names it was very helpful!
Thank you San-chan for helping me with the character ideas ^^
And i hope you guys liked the story would love to hear on it in the comments and what you wanna read more about this au I have in store ^^
Fun fact about the bames Ryoma means dragon or horse while Takara means treasure.
A dragon with his treasure :smirk:
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