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lucathiaTitle: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 2
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,679
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
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kiyutsuna is such an enabler. (*enables her right back*) Have we mentioned yet that this is actually in the same continuity as wedding cake canon? Well, it is. :'D So, you can actually think of this as a sequel to that fic, but set in the faaar future. Illustrations by Kiyu included in the chapter~~. Take a look!
Previous part
I don't know why, but I followed a stranger home.
It happened on a night like any other. I was gazing at the never-ending darkness when a boy was about to touch the graves I guarded. I had wanted to scare him away like all the others, but he showed not an ounce of fear when I approached him. Instead, he stared up at me with earnest green eyes that were so very familiar. Under the moonlight with those eyes that seemed to stare into my soul, the darkness finally parted for me.
In the end, it was not a night like any other. Meeting him changed everything.
That night, mesmerized by familiar green eyes, I left behind the graves I had been guarding for as long as I could remember. It was not goodbye, but was I betraying their trust? Would they hate me for leaving? I had already forgotten them, and now I was even leaving them behind.
However, when I stepped foot outside of the graveyard, I felt no condemnation, no blame.
Nothing.
Ah, that's right. They are all dead. How can they admonish me?
Frowning, I half wanted to turn back, to apologize, but he pulled on my hand, stopping me. I could tell that he was trembling. He was scared of me after all, this monster that I am. I should not have expected anything different.
But then he surprised me.
"Are you leaving me?" he asked.
No, I'm not leaving you. I would never leave you.
Confused at where the thought came from, I followed this strange, fearless boy home. He lived in a building that was just as strange, but he had a tall tree next to his window that he pointed out to me. Trees were familiar. He started to climb it. That was not quite familiar. After he climbed up to his window, I flew up after him and landed lightly on one of the branches.
He pushed open the window and climbed inside. How strange. I never knew people entered houses through windows.
Then, he reached a hand out to me.
I looked down at his hand and then up at him. "I will stay here," I said.
I will guard you. Protect you.
"But it's cold outside."
"I am not afraid of the cold."
What was coldness in the face of years and years of solitude? I was used to it.
The clouds that had been obscuring the moonlight had all but dissipated by this time, bathing this strange boy in an ephemeral sheen. I reached out once more to him, afraid he would slip out of my grasp, that when morning came, I would find this all to be an illusion. I slid my hand through a lock of his hair. How strange that it wasn't blue. It was much too pale under the moonlight.
Foreign.
Cold.
But when he smiled at me and patted my hand, his touch was warm. Not cold. Never again did I want his touch to be cold.
Never again...?
"I will be here, Roland."
He was indeed still there, even in the morning. The first thing he did after waking up was to rush over to his window, as if he had the pressing need to check to see if I were still around. When his eyes landed on me, he smiled and relaxed. He was full of life under the morning sun despite his yawns. "Good morning, Roland!"
Voice stuck, I stared, watching as he covered his mouth and yawned. Wisps of his hair tickled at his neck. His greeting echoed in my ears. Good morning, Roland. Why did it sound so familiar? Why was I so used to seeing him greeting me sleepily?
"Good morning," I finally replied.
But then, he told me that he had to go to "school." He would be back in the afternoon. I watched him leave the house with a person with flaming red hair, this time through the door, his figure growing smaller and smaller the farther he walked. I watched him until I could no longer see him, and even then, I continued watching.
I should have gone with him.
But he promised me he would be back.
I stayed in the tree the entire time.
In the afternoon, he indeed returned, but he did not return alone. A blond teenager and a brunette walked along with him. They were all dressed in similar colors, white with gold trim, plus a black dress shirt underneath, possibly some type of uniform. The redhead was not among them.
They did not enter through the window like what he had done during the night. Instead, they entered through the door on the ground floor. Soon after, I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, followed by a few thumps -- something being put down on the floor? -- and then voices sounded in the room.
"So, did you actually go to the cemetery?" someone asked. His voice was quite high and crisp, but I could tell that it was the voice of a male. I remembered his voice. He had come to the graveyard too and had even spoken to the gravestones. Or maybe he had been speaking to himself? It had made me wonder if he always mumbled to himself like that. However, the moment I had let myself be seen, he had gasped and shaken his head. For a moment, he had stood rooted to the spot, but when he regained his wits, he immediately ran.
I wished he had not run.
"In the m-middle of the night? That's too d-dangerous, isn't it? I'm s-sure you didn't go, r-right?" came a soft, female voice. This voice, I had never heard before, but the way she stuttered was somehow... familiar.
"Oh, drop the act already," the first voice said. "You know it doesn't work on us!"
"You never know if his parents might be home!!" Despite saying so, the soft, female voice immediately turned much haughtier. "Well?"
Finally came his voice. I leaned forward, closer to the window. He spoke quickly and loudly. "Of course I went! I so accomplished your stupid dare!"
The first voice asked in disbelief, "Did you touch the gravestones? The headmaster is always going on and on about how they're haunted. I don't believe you have it in you to approach them!"
"Well no, but-"
"I knew it!"
"I did something even better!"
In the very next moment, the curtains were pulled aside and the window opened. There he was, right in front of me.
He smiled. "You're still here."
"Of course," I answered and rubbed the ring on my finger. "Of course."
Then, he turned to his friends, gestured at me, and spoke brightly, "I took him home!"
From my perch, I gazed solemnly at the two people he'd come home with, finally matching the voices I'd heard with their appearances. The blond was the one who had come to the graveyard. He had crystal blue eyes, a very light shade like the sky at its palest. The brunette was the one with the voice that could be soft one moment and haughty the next. Her short hair curled at the ends, and she wore a black bow in her hair. Her soft brown eyes made her appear very kind and approachable, but right now, she and the blond were both staring at me in disbelief.
"...Where in the world did you find him?" she asked slowly and carefully.
"By the graves," he answered with a shrug.
"And so you took him home like a stray cat?" the blond accused. "Isn't he the graveyard's devil protector?"
"Y-you kidnapped the graveyard's devil protector?!" A stutter had wormed its way back into the brunette's speech. This time, she probably meant it.
"Are you crazy?" the blond asked.
"Well, I couldn't have just left him there!" he protested.
"You totally could have!" the other two immediately yelled.
As they argued, he'd pulled on my hand, as if afraid I would leave because of their arguments. The position definitely could not be very comfortable for him, so I decided to climb through the window. He glanced at me and flashed me another smile, finally relaxing enough to let go of his death grip. I sat down in the corner, watching them bicker. It was as if the other two had forgotten about me.
His room was very organized. He had some sort of map on his wall along with other posters, a bag hanging on a hook, a bookshelf with several books, a single bed, plushies on the bed, a small drawer next to the bed, and a clean desk that had a stack of papers on top of it. By the side of his drawer were two other bags, possibly belonging to the other two people.
I pulled my legs up to myself. I did not feel like I belonged in this room. The tree suited me much better--
I twitched.
Then, I twitched some more and moved my wings.
When I turned my head, crystal blue eyes were staring curiously at me.
"Grisel! You shouldn't poke him! Have you gone crazy like Theo?" came a shout from the brunette.
"What?" I asked this Grisel person. He was in the middle of poking me again, so I drew my wings farther way. Strange. I thought he had been afraid of me. He had run, hadn't he?
"Huh," the blond said. "You're right, Theo. He really isn't scary at all. But there's no way you can hide him in your room forever."
Ceo... Theo?... frowned and said, "You shouldn't speak as if he's not here." Then, he turned to me. "Roland, uh, maybe we can... stick you in a different outfit?"
"That's not going to solve anything!"
Was I causing him trouble? That wouldn't do... Frowns didn't suit him.
As they bickered some more, I pulled my magic around me. My wings vanished and my hair grew shorter. The three of them didn't immediately stop bickering, but when they finally noticed my new appearance -- a glance was all it took -- their jaws dropped.
Then came silence. I gazed at them seriously. It had been a long time since my neck had been so bare.
"Well, that solves things," Grisel finally said.
The brunette sucked in her breath. "Okay, I take it back. He is hot. You should keep him, Theo."
"Georgia!" protested Theo, his cheeks pink.
I liked this look of his much better.
to be continued
Here are some character designs from Kiyu~~~
School uniforms!
Theo and Grisel. The original setting for Theo was that he'd be a freshman (first year) in high school, but we decided to age him up a bit, so now they're seniors (final year). This is the boy's uniform! You have a choice between a vest and a jacket, which are both white, while the dress shirt is black.
Georgia. Guess who? XD; Our dear Earth Knight is now a girl, one of those "innocent" ones. Please be very careful around her. Girls can also choose between a vest and a jacket. Here's the vest version. Just wait until you see who else are girls. :'D
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Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,679
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: Oops, a continuation happened. :'D
kiyutsuna is such an enabler. (*enables her right back*) Have we mentioned yet that this is actually in the same continuity as wedding cake canon? Well, it is. :'D So, you can actually think of this as a sequel to that fic, but set in the faaar future. Illustrations by Kiyu included in the chapter~~. Take a look!Previous part
Part 2
I don't know why, but I followed a stranger home.
It happened on a night like any other. I was gazing at the never-ending darkness when a boy was about to touch the graves I guarded. I had wanted to scare him away like all the others, but he showed not an ounce of fear when I approached him. Instead, he stared up at me with earnest green eyes that were so very familiar. Under the moonlight with those eyes that seemed to stare into my soul, the darkness finally parted for me.
In the end, it was not a night like any other. Meeting him changed everything.
That night, mesmerized by familiar green eyes, I left behind the graves I had been guarding for as long as I could remember. It was not goodbye, but was I betraying their trust? Would they hate me for leaving? I had already forgotten them, and now I was even leaving them behind.
However, when I stepped foot outside of the graveyard, I felt no condemnation, no blame.
Nothing.
Ah, that's right. They are all dead. How can they admonish me?
Frowning, I half wanted to turn back, to apologize, but he pulled on my hand, stopping me. I could tell that he was trembling. He was scared of me after all, this monster that I am. I should not have expected anything different.
But then he surprised me.
"Are you leaving me?" he asked.
No, I'm not leaving you. I would never leave you.
Confused at where the thought came from, I followed this strange, fearless boy home. He lived in a building that was just as strange, but he had a tall tree next to his window that he pointed out to me. Trees were familiar. He started to climb it. That was not quite familiar. After he climbed up to his window, I flew up after him and landed lightly on one of the branches.
He pushed open the window and climbed inside. How strange. I never knew people entered houses through windows.
Then, he reached a hand out to me.
I looked down at his hand and then up at him. "I will stay here," I said.
I will guard you. Protect you.
"But it's cold outside."
"I am not afraid of the cold."
What was coldness in the face of years and years of solitude? I was used to it.
The clouds that had been obscuring the moonlight had all but dissipated by this time, bathing this strange boy in an ephemeral sheen. I reached out once more to him, afraid he would slip out of my grasp, that when morning came, I would find this all to be an illusion. I slid my hand through a lock of his hair. How strange that it wasn't blue. It was much too pale under the moonlight.
Foreign.
Cold.
But when he smiled at me and patted my hand, his touch was warm. Not cold. Never again did I want his touch to be cold.
Never again...?
"I will be here, Roland."
He was indeed still there, even in the morning. The first thing he did after waking up was to rush over to his window, as if he had the pressing need to check to see if I were still around. When his eyes landed on me, he smiled and relaxed. He was full of life under the morning sun despite his yawns. "Good morning, Roland!"
Voice stuck, I stared, watching as he covered his mouth and yawned. Wisps of his hair tickled at his neck. His greeting echoed in my ears. Good morning, Roland. Why did it sound so familiar? Why was I so used to seeing him greeting me sleepily?
"Good morning," I finally replied.
But then, he told me that he had to go to "school." He would be back in the afternoon. I watched him leave the house with a person with flaming red hair, this time through the door, his figure growing smaller and smaller the farther he walked. I watched him until I could no longer see him, and even then, I continued watching.
I should have gone with him.
But he promised me he would be back.
I stayed in the tree the entire time.
In the afternoon, he indeed returned, but he did not return alone. A blond teenager and a brunette walked along with him. They were all dressed in similar colors, white with gold trim, plus a black dress shirt underneath, possibly some type of uniform. The redhead was not among them.
They did not enter through the window like what he had done during the night. Instead, they entered through the door on the ground floor. Soon after, I heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, followed by a few thumps -- something being put down on the floor? -- and then voices sounded in the room.
"So, did you actually go to the cemetery?" someone asked. His voice was quite high and crisp, but I could tell that it was the voice of a male. I remembered his voice. He had come to the graveyard too and had even spoken to the gravestones. Or maybe he had been speaking to himself? It had made me wonder if he always mumbled to himself like that. However, the moment I had let myself be seen, he had gasped and shaken his head. For a moment, he had stood rooted to the spot, but when he regained his wits, he immediately ran.
I wished he had not run.
"In the m-middle of the night? That's too d-dangerous, isn't it? I'm s-sure you didn't go, r-right?" came a soft, female voice. This voice, I had never heard before, but the way she stuttered was somehow... familiar.
"Oh, drop the act already," the first voice said. "You know it doesn't work on us!"
"You never know if his parents might be home!!" Despite saying so, the soft, female voice immediately turned much haughtier. "Well?"
Finally came his voice. I leaned forward, closer to the window. He spoke quickly and loudly. "Of course I went! I so accomplished your stupid dare!"
The first voice asked in disbelief, "Did you touch the gravestones? The headmaster is always going on and on about how they're haunted. I don't believe you have it in you to approach them!"
"Well no, but-"
"I knew it!"
"I did something even better!"
In the very next moment, the curtains were pulled aside and the window opened. There he was, right in front of me.
He smiled. "You're still here."
"Of course," I answered and rubbed the ring on my finger. "Of course."
Then, he turned to his friends, gestured at me, and spoke brightly, "I took him home!"
From my perch, I gazed solemnly at the two people he'd come home with, finally matching the voices I'd heard with their appearances. The blond was the one who had come to the graveyard. He had crystal blue eyes, a very light shade like the sky at its palest. The brunette was the one with the voice that could be soft one moment and haughty the next. Her short hair curled at the ends, and she wore a black bow in her hair. Her soft brown eyes made her appear very kind and approachable, but right now, she and the blond were both staring at me in disbelief.
"...Where in the world did you find him?" she asked slowly and carefully.
"By the graves," he answered with a shrug.
"And so you took him home like a stray cat?" the blond accused. "Isn't he the graveyard's devil protector?"
"Y-you kidnapped the graveyard's devil protector?!" A stutter had wormed its way back into the brunette's speech. This time, she probably meant it.
"Are you crazy?" the blond asked.
"Well, I couldn't have just left him there!" he protested.
"You totally could have!" the other two immediately yelled.
As they argued, he'd pulled on my hand, as if afraid I would leave because of their arguments. The position definitely could not be very comfortable for him, so I decided to climb through the window. He glanced at me and flashed me another smile, finally relaxing enough to let go of his death grip. I sat down in the corner, watching them bicker. It was as if the other two had forgotten about me.
His room was very organized. He had some sort of map on his wall along with other posters, a bag hanging on a hook, a bookshelf with several books, a single bed, plushies on the bed, a small drawer next to the bed, and a clean desk that had a stack of papers on top of it. By the side of his drawer were two other bags, possibly belonging to the other two people.
I pulled my legs up to myself. I did not feel like I belonged in this room. The tree suited me much better--
I twitched.
Then, I twitched some more and moved my wings.
When I turned my head, crystal blue eyes were staring curiously at me.
"Grisel! You shouldn't poke him! Have you gone crazy like Theo?" came a shout from the brunette.
"What?" I asked this Grisel person. He was in the middle of poking me again, so I drew my wings farther way. Strange. I thought he had been afraid of me. He had run, hadn't he?
"Huh," the blond said. "You're right, Theo. He really isn't scary at all. But there's no way you can hide him in your room forever."
Ceo... Theo?... frowned and said, "You shouldn't speak as if he's not here." Then, he turned to me. "Roland, uh, maybe we can... stick you in a different outfit?"
"That's not going to solve anything!"
Was I causing him trouble? That wouldn't do... Frowns didn't suit him.
As they bickered some more, I pulled my magic around me. My wings vanished and my hair grew shorter. The three of them didn't immediately stop bickering, but when they finally noticed my new appearance -- a glance was all it took -- their jaws dropped.
Then came silence. I gazed at them seriously. It had been a long time since my neck had been so bare.
"Well, that solves things," Grisel finally said.
The brunette sucked in her breath. "Okay, I take it back. He is hot. You should keep him, Theo."
"Georgia!" protested Theo, his cheeks pink.
I liked this look of his much better.
to be continued
Here are some character designs from Kiyu~~~
School uniforms!
Theo and Grisel. The original setting for Theo was that he'd be a freshman (first year) in high school, but we decided to age him up a bit, so now they're seniors (final year). This is the boy's uniform! You have a choice between a vest and a jacket, which are both white, while the dress shirt is black.
Georgia. Guess who? XD; Our dear Earth Knight is now a girl, one of those "innocent" ones. Please be very careful around her. Girls can also choose between a vest and a jacket. Here's the vest version. Just wait until you see who else are girls. :'D
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Y-You guys----
Date: 2014-09-02 12:32 pm (UTC)GOSH THERE IT IS, IT'S STARTING. 8DDDDD //falls over in a corner and laughcries what did I start
(how did this entire thing go from angst to Highschool AU anyway)
((and sequel to my gift story yeeeeeeee))
I'd tell you following strangers is a dangerous thing, but you're a butterfly prince, so there's not much that could be dangerous to you
Babyyyyyyy
BOTH OF YOU
"There's a giant bird in our tree"
"Darlin', I don't think that's a bird"
Never again did I want his touch to be cold. DAMN YOU
(I'm sorry my first thought at flashback Ceo in that pic was desire!Aoba |D;;; Destroy! Destroyyy!)
How nicely you keep evading his hair color |DDD
Wow Roland you could use a haircut darling
Sisterrrrrr <33
And the neighbours wondered if there were clothes stuck in the tree or what that huge dark thing between the leaves is
Roland is not a dog, no need to run in fear~~
Huehue |D
The ringgggggggg hisses quietly
Oooooh that's totally my eye color ye
(Though my eyes are kinda grayish and not exactly breathtaking)
Somehow I'm really fond of the term "devil protector" ever since you first wrote it aha
p-plushies AWWWW
Grisel do not poke the butterfly
At least Georgia has her priorities down |DD
Good old "living" Roland yesssss~ <333
Dear Georgia looks so sofffffft I want to rub her hairrrrr *rubrubs*
Re: Y-You guys----
Date: 2014-09-02 04:53 pm (UTC)I drew that before I played okay xD it's a total coincidence!!!
Color splash is the most useful tool ever okay. You only need to know his eyes are green. XD;;;;
"Never again did I want his touch to be cold. DAMN YOU"
IKR THAT WAS EVIL I KNOW. Luca is sadisticcccc
Georgia totally is the only one with her priorities straight xD
Re: Y-You guys----
Date: 2014-09-03 05:39 am (UTC)lakdfjl;asdfa; IT'S A REINCARNATION FIC. OF COURSE THEIR PREVIOUS DEATHS AFFECT HIM, ESPECIALLY CEO'S. (*goes off to hide*)
Haha, Georgia. ♥
Re: Y-You guys----
Date: 2014-09-03 05:32 am (UTC)What is this thing even. (Shhh, this follows canon, okay. It's not an AU. Haha...)
There may be more parts/chapters to this??? I have no idea. We've kind of chatted and filled out a lot of the story, so it's fairly easy to write... XDDD;;;
What is your vote for the type of plushies Theo owns? XD;; Kiyu said bats. I thought maybe dragons. Somehow that changed into Domo-kun with wings. (Did you know Domo-kun likes potato stew...) Hence why it only says "plushies" right now hahahah (I can't make up my mind).
;f;safda;sf Indeed, is that a giant bird in the tree? No, a giant bat??
:'D;;;;
Hehe, Roland with super long hair~~~ Though the transformation took care of that... But it would've been interesting to see him with long, blond/dark brown hair...
Clothes stuck in the tree, hahahaha. XD;
what if someone goes to investigate(Yess the ringggg)
Oooo, that's a pretty eye color~~~!
Devil protector~~~ (I quite like that term too)
Georgia definitely has her priorities down. XDDD