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| Music's Flame Part 4 |
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| Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon or the Heralds of Valdemar series'. Warning: Shounen ai, AU, violence, a little OOC, maybe eventually a lemon, I screwed with their ages. Pairings: Taito, Kensuke, Takjun, one-sided Sorato, others to be determined Summary: Digi/Valdemar Fusion. To Yamato, his life seems meaningless. Can something or someone happen in the young Bards life to make him feel differently? |
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| "That thief," Sora whispered furiously to herself as she peered from behind a bush of rather prickly leaves. "Yamato is mine not some low born Heralds!" | |||||||||
| The bard and the Herald had been meeting at this place for some time now. What was more, they seemed to be getting around rather well. It wasn't fair! Yamato was supposed to be hers. He was supposed to look up from his music and all of a sudden stop dead as he noticed her. He was supposed stumble from his chair and towards her to proclaim that he had fallen in love with her at first site. Yamato was supposed to spend time with her dammit! | |||||||||
| She seethed as the blonde lit up with another smile and chuckled at whatever the Herald had just said. Yamato wasn't supposed to be opening up to this man. He shouldn't be glowing when he was talking to him. Her Yamato couldn't be shaych. They were destined to be together... | |||||||||
| But, apparently, the Gods just weren't listening to her. As the two were about to leave for whatever it is they needed to do Yamato tripped and very nearly fell on his face. He would have if it hadn't have been for that Herald. In horror, she watched as the two froze, Yamato staring up into the brunettes eyes, face turning red. The Heralds eyes glazed over a bit and she swore he was staring at her Yamato's lips. But worse than that the bard didn't look like he was going to turn away, but seemed to have titled his face up ever so slightly. As if he was begging his companion to kiss him. | |||||||||
| The moment was lost as she shifted, snapping a twig in the process. The two young men pulled apart, both turning an interesting shade of red as they tried to avoid each others eyes. The Herald chocked out some sort of fare well and than scampered away. Yamato stared after him with an almost wistful look on his face before shaking his head and slinging his lute case over his shoulder. He took of down the opposite path with one last glace over his shoulder, leaving his unseen admirer to fume in her bush. | |||||||||
| Shrieking quietly the well-born girl pulled herself from the bushes, barely noticing the leaves that clung stubbornly to her gown and hair. She had to win him over. She had to steel her precious back from the deceivingly gentle clutches of that Herald. She was Sora Takenouchi, one of the most sought after maidens at court and she had chosen the one she would be with, Gods help anyone who got between her and Yamato. That damn pretty boy Herald would just have to find someone else to lust over. | |||||||||
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| Pink lips, such full and beautiful pick lips. It was all Taichi could think about, even now, while he was trying desperately to keep his mind on the lesson he was supposed to be teaching. Gods, was Yamato's mouth ever distracting, even now when the Bard wasn't around to look at. | |||||||||
| Most of his time was being taken up with thoughts of the golden songbird lately. It was just that as he got to know Yamato the more he felt himself drawn to the younger man. Yamato was beautiful and very kind once you got through his icy barriers. The way he'd look at Tai with those deep blue eyes was almost more than the brunette could take. Taichi had very nearly kissed him today in the gardens. He'd lost all sense of himself as he stared at Yamato's parted lips. If it hadn't have been for that snap sound he probably would have gone through with it, too. | |||||||||
| Now, two hours latter, he could still feel Yamato's breath against his face and the feel of the blondes heart beating against his. They'd been pressed tightly together when he caught him so that Taichi could feel the others mans body heat seeping into his own. It had been one of the greatest sensations he'd ever experienced and God's did he ever want more of it. | |||||||||
| "Are you alright, Herald Taichi," one concerned trainee asked hesitantly. "You seem rather flushed and you aren't as enthusiastic as usual." | |||||||||
| Taichi jumped slightly, startled at the sudden question. He could feel his ears burning as he shook his head. "S-Sorry, everyone. I just have a few things on my mind. I'll be fine." | |||||||||
| The boys eye brows shot up and he grinned. "Could it be that our favorite teacher has fallen in love? You're showing all the symptom." | |||||||||
| "L-love?" he stuttered stupidly, expression completely dumbfounded. "O-o-o.... Of course n-not!" | |||||||||
| The class giggled and looked skeptical. No one who protested like that with that expression on their face was to be believed. Yes, their teacher had fallen, and fallen hard. A few even knew who for. It wasn't like they all had classes during the time Yamato and Taichi met. One trainee was usually there in the same garden almost every day, spying on them with a happy little smile on her face. | |||||||||
| Taichi blushed some more and hid his face behind the book that had been sitting open on his desk since the beginning of class. If his students had been able to figure this out, why hadn't he? Why was he just now, after being accuse, discovering his feelings for the bard. Before he hadn't seen it as love, but some strange desire for more than just friendship. He'd never seen himself as shaych and still didn't. It was only Yamato he felt for in this way. | |||||||||
| So what should he do now? He couldn't see the bard feeling the same way, not with so many beautiful courtiers crowding around him every day. They were so much more beautiful than him. They were wealthy and pious, unlike him. Taichi had been brought up the oldest of two children on a farm outside of a small village. His family had been dirt poor, barely bringing in enough from the fields to feed them selves, never mind trade for materials at market. He couldn't compete with the likes of any of the nobles, male or female. | |||||||||
| The bell went, signaling the end of yet another teaching day. With low spirits he gathered his things ready to visit Toren in the Companions field. He hadn't seen his Companion in two days and was feeling a little guilty for his lack of attention. He had only a slight mind-speech gift, which only seemed to work in dire emergency. This meant that he was not able to communicate with Toren as often as so many other Heralds were able to. He had a fairly strong fetching gift, which had seemed like a blessing on many occasions. | |||||||||
| He dropped his things off in his room and headed towards the field, meeting Toren at the fence. "I'm sorry I haven't been out in a while," he said as he vaulted the fence and lay a gentle hand on the horses neck. "I've been a bit busy." | |||||||||
| Toren snorted and nodded his head in understanding. Taichi grinned. "Would you like to go for a ride?" | |||||||||
| Toren nodded again, this time so enthusiastically his long mane rippled, shimmering in the sunlight. Taichi climbed easily on his Companions back, not bothering with a saddle, not after the day he had had. He just wanted to let himself free, let himself feel the wind in his hair. Toren sensed this and took off at a wild dash, making sure to stay away from areas that had been too populated. | |||||||||
| They galloped at full speed, Taichi's chiming laughter swallowed by the end that played with his hair and clothes. They made a pretty picture, white, almost glowing Companion dashing across the emerald grass with an equally white-garbed Herald on his back. The light glinted off Taichi's wild hair, turning it almost auburn. If one were to get close enough, they would see the happiness, the freedom in chocolate brown eyes. | |||||||||
| Teron slowed to a halt as they came to the fence once more. The sky was now a deep violet, spattered here and there with stars. Taichi sighed as he slipped out off the saddle and back onto the ground. "We'll have to do that again, love. I'm afraid I've been a bit preoccupied lately. I'll figure things out, though." | |||||||||
| Teron gazed back at him with those preternatural sapphire eyes. They showed understanding and sympathy, and not for the first time Taihi wished that they were able to have a conversation. He felt like there were so many things that Toren would be able to help him with if he could only just speak to him. | |||||||||
| As he headed back to his rooms he couldn't help but pause at the pathway to the small garden he met Yamato at. They'd never met anywhere else. Yamato didn't seem to like anywhere else and Taichi was happy to see him no matter where. | |||||||||
| The bard had told him about his past, his family, but never about his emotions, about how he really felt about things. Taichi thought that it was these things that made a person who they are. It was their thoughts and feelings, which was their soul. What he had glimpsed of the real Yamato was what had drawn him to the bard. Yamato was lonely, sitting there in the sunlight, silent tears falling from crystalline eyes. His brother had just left him alone in the palace, without another real friend. In no way did Taichi blame the young Queens Own, but those people who never got to know his little songbird for whom he was. How could no one look upon the blonde and note see how bad he was hurting inside? How could they only see him for the facade? Even most of the Heralds took Yamato at face value. | |||||||||
| He turned the corridor towards his room, confusion and great deal of yearning waring within him. He wanted Yamato and this, but he was so confused about his feelings. It seemed that whenever he wasn't with Yamato he'd feel a dull ache in the pit of his stomach, an ache that only went away when he was with the blonde. At this very moment all he could think of was tomorrows meeting. He wondered if it would be awkward because of the almost kiss or if things would stay the same. | |||||||||
| He could only hope that maybe Yamato felt the same way. Things were great just being friends, but today?s little mishap had just proven how much more he really wanted. Taichi would wait and see what happened with everything, wait to find out how Yamato felt. | |||||||||
| It's just that his wait had better not be too long, because he didn't know how much longer until this would eat him up on the inside. | |||||||||
| TBC... | |||||||||
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| Shade: Finished another chapter of this and made Sora a complete stalker bitch in the process. I've finally gotten things settled from the move, though haven't found a single anime fan girl. People'll look through my sketchbook and go "oh, is that someone from Sailor Moon?" when in fact it's a character from Weiss Kreuz or Sorcerer Hunters. These things are completely lost on people at this school. Don't expect to see Takeru for a while, by the way. I'm going to center this fic mainly aroung the kensuke and taito pairing. |
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