Title: Dewa Mata

Author: Mizery-Rose

Author's Notes: This is a story that I began ages ago, with the prologue that precedes this

chapter. I had originally planned on going a different way with this story, and then

abandoned it altogether for a good long while. Alas, it caught my eye again and I decided

to work on the actual story of the piece, though the prologue stands well enough on it's

own. Keep in mind, however, that it does not give away everything that will happen in

the story, merely vaguely outlines the aftermath. I keep my artistic freedom. Also, I need

someone to proofread my stories. I've been doing all right on my own, but after reading

my own words numerous times, I can skip over things that don't work well. If you're

interested, please email me at xsilencedxrepressionx at hotmail dot com. Thank you, and

enjoy. ^^

Oh, and keep in mind, the gender and other defining aspects of the characters in this story

fluidly change. Purposefully. So there.

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Chapter 1 - Kyoufushou

"I'm not peeking!" Squirming, annoyed as the hand guiding me held me still, I

squinted once more beneath the folded cloth covering my eyes, but I could see nothing

save for my own feet and the ground beneath them.

"It's not far now. If only you'd stop cheating we'd be there already." A soft voice

accompanying the guiding hand scolded me. To tell the truth, I would have gladly obeyed

were it not for the fun I was having chastising my companion. My rebellion wasn't

malicious, it was simply my way of having fun with a friend, and despite having known

one another for only a few weeks, that's what I considered us – friends. We were too

close to be otherwise. Close enough to be mistaken for lovers, even, though at the time I

chased the thought out of my mind as absurd. Needless to say, I was at the time still stuck

in the mindset that I had been spoon fed since infancy as far as love went, and could

never have imagined the possibility of such a relationship. Those ideologies were

dislodged fairly quickly as I came to terms with my feelings for Tayten, but again, that

didn't come until much later.

As we continued along to wherever it was we were heading, I made another

attempt to catch some bearings as to where we were. Despite however sneaky I thought I

was being, however, his honey accent alerted me that I was caught. "Riku, would you

stop that already? We're almost there." I sighed, contending for a moment at least. Why

he called me Riku was a mystery to me then, but he was the only person I would allow to

give me a nickname, not that many others bothered. I later found that it was simply

because he couldn't pronounce my name, and instead had labeled me with similar

pseudonym. However, back then it was just another endearing quirk of his, and one that I

admittedly adored.

"I just don't see what's so important about this place that you have to blindfold

me. For all I know you're leading me off to be fed to the crocodiles, you could be –"

"Crocodiles? What crocodiles?" The way he said the word was just so cute, I

couldn't help but laugh a little. If he flushed, I didn't know, as I couldn't see him then.

"I – I don't know! But there could be crocodiles. You could be kidnapping me.

Maybe you're going to sacrifice me to one of your gods or something. Just so you know,

you can't use me for a virgin sacrifice. I'm not a virgin. Anyways, if you don't tell me

where we're going right now. I'm going to start yelling for help. One… Two… Three…

HE--!!" I was cut off by the touch of his warm hand against my lips. It was a subtle

gesture, but my body's reaction to it was what shocked me into silence. Another shiver

ran down my back as I felt his breath on my ear as he growled "menacingly" into my ear,

though all maliciousness in the words was erased by his cute accent.

"You wouldn't dare…" I shuddered slightly, not from fear but from his breath on

my skin, his touch so close. I think that I knew what I was feeling then, but I still forced

myself to push the thought aside as impossible. Denial, as they say, isn't just a river in

Egypt.

Regaining my composure, I smirked slightly and murmured into his hand, "Oh,

but I would…" Finishing off with a lick to his palm that I expected to send him skittering

off with an exclamation of, "Oh, gross!!" His response then, was quite unexpected.

Lips still near my ear, I could have sworn he was trying to make my body react

how it did when he stated calmly in return, "Patience, my dear. You can do all the licking

you want later."

"Hey! What…?" I was too busy stumbling over my thoughts to protest as he

dragged me up a steep incline behind him. "Aw, man. That's sick!" The double-entendre

finally hit me, and he merely laughed to himself, supporting my weight as I stumbled up

to the summit of the hill. "Hey man, I don't know about you, but I sure as hell don't –." I

was cut off as he placed a finger to my lips, standing still.

"Shh… We're there. You can look now." He stepped behind me and undid the

slight knot holding the cloth together. I proceeded to turn around, confess my undying

devotion to him, and we made sweet, sweet love right on that very spot. No really -- I

was in denial, kids, remember? So, in reality, I opened my eyes and was surprised to see

a long, hard, cylindrical… water tower.

"Um… A metal building thing; romantic." At that point, I decided that maybe this

guy was some creepy axe murderer with some kind of odd fetish for water towers and

blindfolds. Or something.

"Turn around, silly." Oh. Duh. As I turned, my breath caught in my throat at the

scene that was unfolding. From the top of the water tower hill the entire city – or what

seemed like it – could be seen, and the sun was slowly slipping over the horizon behind

it, bathing the entire picture in a beautiful peach glow. I usually didn't show my soft side

to anyone, but the scene was magnificent and I couldn't help myself but stare, enthralled.

"It's beautiful." I whispered, breath still caught in my throat.

"I know. Just like you…" His words didn't hit me for a moment. When they did, I

turned around to face him, but instead of the laughing figure I expected to see, my eyes

met instead with his own adoring pair. We stood like that for a moment, staring at each

other as the sun slipped away.

Finally, reality hit me, and I began blinking and stuttering, attempting to make

sense of what exactly was going on. "I… I d-don't…"

"Shh… Don't talk now." I would have protested, were it not for his soft lips

brushing against my own. For a moment, I was still, shocked by what was happening. I

slowly felt myself giving in, my eyes slipping closed. The voice in the back of my head

piped up then, with a loud, 'what the hell do you think you're doing?' Part of me could

have killed that voice. Part of me thanked it.

"I- I have to go…" I pulled away from him abruptly, eyes wide with some kind of

confusion, awe, and terror rolled into one. Never mind that I had no idea where I was,

how I got there, or how to get back, I bolted. Not knowing where I was going, I ran down

the hill. His voice echoed my name behind me, his footsteps on the pavement when he

reached the road seemed as loud as thunderclaps. Part of me wanted to stop so badly, to

turn around and go back to him, apologize, and begin again. The rest of me couldn't do

that. So, I kept running. Running until his voice stopped calling, running until his feet

stopped pounding the ground behind me. I ran until I couldn't run anymore, but I still

couldn't outrun the image of him in my mind.