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Roughly Cut Diamond
By Black Dreamz
Warnings: This is Slash, meaning Gay stuff. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Author’s note: My First Original Fiction so please be gentle with it.
Summery: A lonely boy wants a friend but finds a powerful lust demon instead. Demons are not meant to fall in love... Slash
“Jay,” a horrified shriek was undeniably successful in bringing the light brown haired boy from the land of the dead. The boy gasped and sat up. His hazel eyes were wide and he blinked like a fluttering butterfly. His mother sighed as her belief that only a dead person could compete with Jay in ‘who’s a deeper sleeper contest’ was confirmed once again.
“Look at the time, you’re late.” His mother pulled the blanket away and opened the curtain letting the sunshine shoot in. Jay just lay down back on the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a thump. “Wha.. uhh..aa.” The boy made a series of incomprehensible sounds when his mother jostled him. “Yes its 7:15 and you’ll miss the bus again.” She shoved the boy out of the bed and dragged him into the bathroom.
Inside, the boy finally woke up from his sleepy stupor when splashed his face with cold water while his mother waited outside with his uniform, cleaned and pressed. His face was still blurry to him in the mirror and even then he could see that his naturally highlighted locks were like a crows nest. “I’m waiting” He heard his mum call. He sometimes wondered how his mum managed everything so easily. She took care of him and Dad and worked as part time in the grocery shop ‘and’ kept the household running. He wished she could have had a better life then what had been given to her.
He took a quick shower, ignored his hair, like always, and while he was still soaking wet he slipped on his clothes, as his mum handed them to him from out side the door. He heaved all the books in his bag and kissing his mum goodbye he made a run for it. He ran up to the curb, his bag and hair flapping wildly in the air, to find that bus had just left.
“Wait! You’ve left me behind” But his cries were of no avail. The bus driver ignored him (Jay was sure, deliberately) and the bus roared ahead. “Damn” he whispered and looked at his watch. He still had ten minutes till the gates of his school closed. Maybe he could still make it he thought and began sprinting once again.
After running through a plethora of obstacles, like nearly knocking an old lady off her feet, he grinned with delight as his school came into view and he urged himself to go faster. The second he touched the wrought iron gates they slammed shut.
“Open up please.” He begged, “I know I’m still not late.” Maybe the guard would listen to him.
As he finished the words the bell rang.
“Now you are Mr. Wyn.” The teacher in charge, with her sickeningly fake voice came up from behind the gatekeeper’s stand. “Tsk, Tsk. This is the ‘third’ time you’re late this week. I’m afraid I’ll have to ‘report’ you to the principal.” She said with a mock sorrowful voice. “You know the punishment for tardiness. Now go back Mr. Wyn, you cannot enter school now.” She left, her pointy-heeled shoes clacking against the gravel and navy blue work suit swishing with her movements.
“Bitch” He muttered. The women always had had it for him. God knows what grudge she held against him. He knew he was poor unlike his peers and that he couldn’t pay for the ‘extra’ tuitions but really she shouldn’t harass him for something that wasn’t his fault.
He sadly made his way back home, his hazel eyes shimmering with tears of frustration. “I hate this.”
He walked toward the market, which was a short cut to his home. It was so crowded that even though the distance was short, one could never make way through the people fast enough especially when in a hurry. It simply took too mush time but as Jay’s stomach was rumbling, because he had missed breakfast, he decided he could pick up some food on the way and perhaps cheer himself up.
Tantalizing smells immediately caught him when he entered the local market. It was renowned for its tasty food and good bargains. Little trinkets or big furniture could be bought at reasonable prices. He really never went in there but it was his Mum’s haven.
A hand suddenly caught on his sleeve. “Buy these goods, dear boy, I’m sure you’ll like them.” A man as old as the hills, with crooked teeth and a bad breath beckoned him inside his rather dark and dusty shop.
“Uh..I” But the persuasive Man pulled the boy in. His white hair glinted in the mysterious red hue inside the shop.
“Look at these rings. Aren’t these precious? You like them don’t you.”
The man was right; Jay had a hard time taking his eyes from the glittering and shimmering jewelry. Gold bands, sapphires, emeralds, rubies and all sorts of ornaments lay there. One caught his eye. It was simple. It wasn’t dazzling even very valuable looking. It had a simple gold band and a roughly cut diamond hidden under grime. Jay was not the type of boy who liked jewelry. His best friend, Rowan, was a prime example of a jewelry lover. The lucky bastard had rich parents who would do anything to fulfill his whims including his obsession with anything that glittered.
“I want that one” Jay pointed, mesmerized by the ring. The man took it out from its holder but he was reluctant to give it to Jay. He fetched out a cloth and an eyepiece. “Ahhh… fine choice, young master, its old, but won’t you like this beautiful piece.”
Jay shook his head in negation at the rather gaudy ruby ring.
He knew which ring he wanted.
It was an odd ring. It was neither pretty nor was it very unattractive but it still had captivated him to no end. He wiped the dirt on it with the end of his shirt as he tried to read a sports magazine.
“Jay… telephone!” His mom shouted from downstairs. Wrapping the ring in a handkerchief he ran downstairs.
The setting sun cast shadows inside Jay’s room. It was quiet inside but suddenly a ruffling sound broke the silence. A shadow began to form on the walls. The man slowly stretched and creaked his neck. He stroked his fingers through his dark, long and tangled hair.
“It’s good to be back.” A husky clear voice drawled.
Bye