Post by Tsuki (Ancient One) on Aug 12, 2009 22:12:25 GMT
Warning: Contains YAOI
The howling cries of the dead echoed outside the grand palace that sat high upon a mountain in the furthest Northern reaches of Wei. A man known as Tzuta sat alone in his room, gazing out the window upon the rotting spirits that circled the walls, unable to breach the stone that had been treated with holy water. Tzuta was the only one who could see and hear them, he had been deemed insane long ago by his own father but he didn’t care for he knew he was right. He had seen the spirits tear the blind to shreds without mercy or purpose but yet no one believed him.
His long white hair extended down from his delicate head, his violet eyes gracefully fleeting back and forth upon the scene of the moaning corpses below. He was only twenty years old but he lacked friends and his family was growing smaller. Plague had broken out within the battlements and many troops were dying. Tzuta’s pale skin reflected the moon’s glare and gently shone like the wings of an angel. In silence he cursed his own father for condemning him to solitude within the cold lonely darkness of his room. Every surface had developed a layer of thick grimy dust and rats infested the walls around him. It was truly hell to him; each day that passed he grew thinner and weaker. He was barely fed and in a way he had been sentenced to death.
He rested his elbow upon the window sill before cupping his head within his hand, propping it up to watch the show unfolding below him beyond the wall. A lone merchant draped within a white cloak that hid his face from view on horseback rode towards the palace, a sadistic grin creased Tzuta’s lips as the spirits of the dead raced towards the merchant to destroy him. “I’m not crazy... but you’ll keep saying that I am.” He hissed through gritted teeth but he was shocked as the merchant threw a white power at the spirits which repelled them but the worrying thing was that the merchant had aimed perfectly. Tzuta stood up from the rotting wooden chair to watch the scene, rubbing his eyes in shear surprise. “Can... he see them?” He asked himself as the merchant passed through the gates out of sight of Tzuta’s bedroom window.
Tzuta growled to himself and hoped that it was just a fluke, he spun around and removed his torn and old grey silk robes and let them drop from his body, he picked them up and set them upon the wooden chair before slipping in the dirt smothered bed. He laid back and stared at the ceiling, spider webs and cracks littered the once beautiful frame work of his royal room. He drifted off into a deep sleep, ignoring the sounds of shouting and the loud bangs within the palace.
The following morning Tzuta woke up early, unable to stop thinking about the merchant. He got dressed within his silk robes once again as they were the only clothes had been given to wear. He sighed as the lock of his door was undone and a plate of scraps was slid across the stone floor for him to eat. The door slammed closed and the tumbling sound of the key re-locking the door was all Tzuta heard. He sighed as he walked over to the plate; it was a bone from a sheep most likely with some dried meat stuck to it. He grumbled as he picked it up and tore into it like a wild animal, soon only the bone remained but Tzuta had learned about the soft marrow inside the bone so he smashed it upon the floor and sucked out the sweet treat inside. He placed the fragments back upon the plate and pushed it back against the door to be collected later. He softly sighed and sat beside the window on the chair. It was weird but during the day when the sun shone the dead disappeared and only showed themselves at night.
The day passed slowly and barely anything happened in view of Tzuta’s window. The sun had reached the mid-day position within the empty blue sky but something new happened, the door opened wide and his father stood there, watching him like a hawk. “Son, come with me.” His voice boomed, Tzuta obeyed and walked towards the man he dared to call his ‘father’. “Yes father.” He hissed in reply as he was guided by two guards and his father down the spiral stair case into the main hallway where at least a hundred nobles knelt upon the floor and faced a throne that was coated in gold and jewellery. The sight sickened Tzuta, all those years of being trapped within a cruel dark room he was brought out and tortured by such sights of a rich and arrogant father figure.
As Tzuta glanced around the room he noticed the merchant in white standing before the throne, Tzuta’s father guided him towards the merchant then had Tzuta sit upon the step that led to the throne. Tzuta’s father sat upon his prized seat and grinned at the scene before him. “I want you to cure my son of his stupid madness and his deranged claims of seeing the dead outside my walls. Can you do that for me?” He voice echoed around the room and the merchant bowed before drawing the veil back from his face. He was young and had long white hair just like Tzuta, but his eyes were a beautiful shade of red. Tzuta gasped slightly and drew back in awe.
“I am Omega; long ago I lost my birth name when I joined the cult. Indeed, I can cure your son. May I be alone with him; I must understand him more to see the problem.” The stranger spoke. Tzuta’s father nodded and with a single gesture he made a guard step forward to take Tzuta and Omega to a side room to be alone. Tzuta got to his feet and followed along behind Omega, still taken by the strange and unfamiliar feeling that had swept over him after seeing the man’s face for the first time. They were taken to a guest room where Omega would sleep for the night. The door was locked behind them but it did not faze the two men. Omega sat upon his bed and he gestured for Tzuta to join him.
“You seem in poor condition, I pity the fact that your father cannot realise that you speak the truth and have an amazing gift. You possess a special type of blood line that allows you to use the hidden vision of the second world of the deceased. You are not alone for I too share the same gift. I beg of you to come with me back to my lands, abandon your family since they fail to see like you do.” Omega spoke, his voice strong and truthful. Tzuta gazed at Omega before lowering his head, it was so much to take in but he desired to be with him. “I... I will go with you.” Tzuta whispered in reply as he fell into Omega’s arms like a lifeless doll. He pulled at the man’s shirt and wept into his chest, no one had ever been so kind towards him before and this was the first true human contact he had received in ten years. All that time alone, his heart rotting and his mind fading and suddenly he had found someone he could trust and run to.
Omega smiled softly and laid Tzuta down across the bed before he climbed on top of him and gazed into his eyes. He stroked Tzuta’s grimy cheek and kissed him upon his dry lips. Tzuta shied away in shock but his heart yearned for Omega and swiftly his lips rejoined Omega’s. Tzuta didn’t understand what he was feeling but yet he wanted Omega, he wanted the man’s warm touch since no one else cared about him. So what if they judged him, at least he felt happy now. He wrapped his arms around Omega and deepened their kiss, tears rolled from his violet eyes and washed away the layer of dirt upon his delicate features and revealed the true skin colour of Tzuta; it was a pale tanned colour rather than white. They broke the kiss and Omega trailed down to Tzuta’s neck and carefully licked away the impure mess that covered it. Tzuta let a low moan pass his lips and more tears fell from his eyes.
Tzuta couldn’t stop crying, his heart throbbed violently and he felt like he was dying. Omega moved back up to his lips and brushed the hair from his face and he gently sighed. “Let’s get you cleaned and get some new clothes. You may feel better then.” Omega spoke as he picked Tzuta up in his arms and approached the door where he demanded to be let out and be taken to the bath house. He was guided without question and he requested that clothes be brought for Tzuta and also to be alone. He stripped the old robes from Tzuta’s body and threw them to the side before gracefully placing Tzuta within the warm water; he was hasty to join the younger male. Omega carefully cupped some water in his hands and poured it over Tzuta’s hair to wash away the past. An hour passed and the men emerged from the bath house, Tzuta seemed like a different man. His hair glistened brightly under the new moon that hung above them and his skin appeared to be more living than dead. The new clothes completed his transformation and Omega guided him back to his room to sleep with him. Omega refused to have Tzuta return to his shocking conditions; besides, he had fallen for Tzuta and wanted him near.
Tzuta slept soundly under the care and protection of his new found love, he actually dreamt and could barely hear and hellish cries of demons outside the walls. The morning was still two hours away but Omega had stirred Tzuta from his slumber. “Tzuta, do you want to leave?” Omega asked and Tzuta nodded, clinging to the other male. “Do you want to kill your father?” Omega continued, once again Tzuta nodded. Omega leaned in and kissed Tzuta before leaving the bed then got dressed with Tzuta copying. “We shall breach the holy walls and let the dead flood this place and finally seek their revenge. We will ride onwards to my lands where others like us live in peace, free from chaos and pain, never again shall you suffer.” Omega spoke as he held Tzuta in his arms, the young male wept with joy in a truly sick and twisted way.
They slipped from their room and glided down the stairs to the stables where they readied two horses and guided them to the wall. Omega poured a vile of black liquid upon the stone and used his finger to draw a pentagram; the Gateway to Hell itself. He backed away and mounted his horse and they broke through the gate and raced past the spirits of the fallen warriors. The creatures sniffed the air and sensed the breach; they poured into the palace grounds and shrieked like banshees, killing everything and everyone.
The two males rode off into the night, the moon lighting their way to a better life. Tears of blood fell from Tzuta’s eyes as he sensed the raging spirits calming with the death of his father; the violent ruler of the North that had taken their lives so long ago. “Thank you.” He whispered into the wind as the two figures on horseback faded into time and space, like ghosts that never truly existed.
(1978 words in total, may edit at later date)
World of Chaos
By 666akatsuki
By 666akatsuki
The howling cries of the dead echoed outside the grand palace that sat high upon a mountain in the furthest Northern reaches of Wei. A man known as Tzuta sat alone in his room, gazing out the window upon the rotting spirits that circled the walls, unable to breach the stone that had been treated with holy water. Tzuta was the only one who could see and hear them, he had been deemed insane long ago by his own father but he didn’t care for he knew he was right. He had seen the spirits tear the blind to shreds without mercy or purpose but yet no one believed him.
His long white hair extended down from his delicate head, his violet eyes gracefully fleeting back and forth upon the scene of the moaning corpses below. He was only twenty years old but he lacked friends and his family was growing smaller. Plague had broken out within the battlements and many troops were dying. Tzuta’s pale skin reflected the moon’s glare and gently shone like the wings of an angel. In silence he cursed his own father for condemning him to solitude within the cold lonely darkness of his room. Every surface had developed a layer of thick grimy dust and rats infested the walls around him. It was truly hell to him; each day that passed he grew thinner and weaker. He was barely fed and in a way he had been sentenced to death.
He rested his elbow upon the window sill before cupping his head within his hand, propping it up to watch the show unfolding below him beyond the wall. A lone merchant draped within a white cloak that hid his face from view on horseback rode towards the palace, a sadistic grin creased Tzuta’s lips as the spirits of the dead raced towards the merchant to destroy him. “I’m not crazy... but you’ll keep saying that I am.” He hissed through gritted teeth but he was shocked as the merchant threw a white power at the spirits which repelled them but the worrying thing was that the merchant had aimed perfectly. Tzuta stood up from the rotting wooden chair to watch the scene, rubbing his eyes in shear surprise. “Can... he see them?” He asked himself as the merchant passed through the gates out of sight of Tzuta’s bedroom window.
Tzuta growled to himself and hoped that it was just a fluke, he spun around and removed his torn and old grey silk robes and let them drop from his body, he picked them up and set them upon the wooden chair before slipping in the dirt smothered bed. He laid back and stared at the ceiling, spider webs and cracks littered the once beautiful frame work of his royal room. He drifted off into a deep sleep, ignoring the sounds of shouting and the loud bangs within the palace.
The following morning Tzuta woke up early, unable to stop thinking about the merchant. He got dressed within his silk robes once again as they were the only clothes had been given to wear. He sighed as the lock of his door was undone and a plate of scraps was slid across the stone floor for him to eat. The door slammed closed and the tumbling sound of the key re-locking the door was all Tzuta heard. He sighed as he walked over to the plate; it was a bone from a sheep most likely with some dried meat stuck to it. He grumbled as he picked it up and tore into it like a wild animal, soon only the bone remained but Tzuta had learned about the soft marrow inside the bone so he smashed it upon the floor and sucked out the sweet treat inside. He placed the fragments back upon the plate and pushed it back against the door to be collected later. He softly sighed and sat beside the window on the chair. It was weird but during the day when the sun shone the dead disappeared and only showed themselves at night.
The day passed slowly and barely anything happened in view of Tzuta’s window. The sun had reached the mid-day position within the empty blue sky but something new happened, the door opened wide and his father stood there, watching him like a hawk. “Son, come with me.” His voice boomed, Tzuta obeyed and walked towards the man he dared to call his ‘father’. “Yes father.” He hissed in reply as he was guided by two guards and his father down the spiral stair case into the main hallway where at least a hundred nobles knelt upon the floor and faced a throne that was coated in gold and jewellery. The sight sickened Tzuta, all those years of being trapped within a cruel dark room he was brought out and tortured by such sights of a rich and arrogant father figure.
As Tzuta glanced around the room he noticed the merchant in white standing before the throne, Tzuta’s father guided him towards the merchant then had Tzuta sit upon the step that led to the throne. Tzuta’s father sat upon his prized seat and grinned at the scene before him. “I want you to cure my son of his stupid madness and his deranged claims of seeing the dead outside my walls. Can you do that for me?” He voice echoed around the room and the merchant bowed before drawing the veil back from his face. He was young and had long white hair just like Tzuta, but his eyes were a beautiful shade of red. Tzuta gasped slightly and drew back in awe.
“I am Omega; long ago I lost my birth name when I joined the cult. Indeed, I can cure your son. May I be alone with him; I must understand him more to see the problem.” The stranger spoke. Tzuta’s father nodded and with a single gesture he made a guard step forward to take Tzuta and Omega to a side room to be alone. Tzuta got to his feet and followed along behind Omega, still taken by the strange and unfamiliar feeling that had swept over him after seeing the man’s face for the first time. They were taken to a guest room where Omega would sleep for the night. The door was locked behind them but it did not faze the two men. Omega sat upon his bed and he gestured for Tzuta to join him.
“You seem in poor condition, I pity the fact that your father cannot realise that you speak the truth and have an amazing gift. You possess a special type of blood line that allows you to use the hidden vision of the second world of the deceased. You are not alone for I too share the same gift. I beg of you to come with me back to my lands, abandon your family since they fail to see like you do.” Omega spoke, his voice strong and truthful. Tzuta gazed at Omega before lowering his head, it was so much to take in but he desired to be with him. “I... I will go with you.” Tzuta whispered in reply as he fell into Omega’s arms like a lifeless doll. He pulled at the man’s shirt and wept into his chest, no one had ever been so kind towards him before and this was the first true human contact he had received in ten years. All that time alone, his heart rotting and his mind fading and suddenly he had found someone he could trust and run to.
Omega smiled softly and laid Tzuta down across the bed before he climbed on top of him and gazed into his eyes. He stroked Tzuta’s grimy cheek and kissed him upon his dry lips. Tzuta shied away in shock but his heart yearned for Omega and swiftly his lips rejoined Omega’s. Tzuta didn’t understand what he was feeling but yet he wanted Omega, he wanted the man’s warm touch since no one else cared about him. So what if they judged him, at least he felt happy now. He wrapped his arms around Omega and deepened their kiss, tears rolled from his violet eyes and washed away the layer of dirt upon his delicate features and revealed the true skin colour of Tzuta; it was a pale tanned colour rather than white. They broke the kiss and Omega trailed down to Tzuta’s neck and carefully licked away the impure mess that covered it. Tzuta let a low moan pass his lips and more tears fell from his eyes.
Tzuta couldn’t stop crying, his heart throbbed violently and he felt like he was dying. Omega moved back up to his lips and brushed the hair from his face and he gently sighed. “Let’s get you cleaned and get some new clothes. You may feel better then.” Omega spoke as he picked Tzuta up in his arms and approached the door where he demanded to be let out and be taken to the bath house. He was guided without question and he requested that clothes be brought for Tzuta and also to be alone. He stripped the old robes from Tzuta’s body and threw them to the side before gracefully placing Tzuta within the warm water; he was hasty to join the younger male. Omega carefully cupped some water in his hands and poured it over Tzuta’s hair to wash away the past. An hour passed and the men emerged from the bath house, Tzuta seemed like a different man. His hair glistened brightly under the new moon that hung above them and his skin appeared to be more living than dead. The new clothes completed his transformation and Omega guided him back to his room to sleep with him. Omega refused to have Tzuta return to his shocking conditions; besides, he had fallen for Tzuta and wanted him near.
Tzuta slept soundly under the care and protection of his new found love, he actually dreamt and could barely hear and hellish cries of demons outside the walls. The morning was still two hours away but Omega had stirred Tzuta from his slumber. “Tzuta, do you want to leave?” Omega asked and Tzuta nodded, clinging to the other male. “Do you want to kill your father?” Omega continued, once again Tzuta nodded. Omega leaned in and kissed Tzuta before leaving the bed then got dressed with Tzuta copying. “We shall breach the holy walls and let the dead flood this place and finally seek their revenge. We will ride onwards to my lands where others like us live in peace, free from chaos and pain, never again shall you suffer.” Omega spoke as he held Tzuta in his arms, the young male wept with joy in a truly sick and twisted way.
They slipped from their room and glided down the stairs to the stables where they readied two horses and guided them to the wall. Omega poured a vile of black liquid upon the stone and used his finger to draw a pentagram; the Gateway to Hell itself. He backed away and mounted his horse and they broke through the gate and raced past the spirits of the fallen warriors. The creatures sniffed the air and sensed the breach; they poured into the palace grounds and shrieked like banshees, killing everything and everyone.
The two males rode off into the night, the moon lighting their way to a better life. Tears of blood fell from Tzuta’s eyes as he sensed the raging spirits calming with the death of his father; the violent ruler of the North that had taken their lives so long ago. “Thank you.” He whispered into the wind as the two figures on horseback faded into time and space, like ghosts that never truly existed.
(1978 words in total, may edit at later date)
