-- Title -- Forbidden Kiss

-- Author -- Deaths Shattered Reflection

--- For those of you who do not enjoy yaoi, this is a yaoi fic. So if you're uncomfortable with male/male relationships then don't read. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. --

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Maybe it was his voice that started it all. No, it couldn't have been his voice because it was so pure and radiant, if you could call it that. He looked so confident with his notebook in hand, his large ears twitching and his hazel eyes sparkling once in a while as he came to a good paragraph in a mythilogical book. His hair was a dark, forest green and it was a messy style. Almost as though he didn't feel the need to brush it, but it always came out really interesting and no one bothered him. He was like a rogue outcast in our society. His tail, which was a sleek black, would always wrap around his middle so no one would step on it and he would unwrap it when he sat down. He would always prop one knee up to hold his notebook steady as he sketched drawings of different species and his eyes would always dart quicker than I could blink to each detail of his model. Sometimes I wished I could be a model in his drawings, but it was impossible for him to see me in that way and I always shelled up whenever he looked my way. My skin would tingle, my crimson red tail would wrap around my left leg and I would start to sweat. He had a nice build to him and it seemed as though his body would be made of chizled marble. His skin was milky white and his nose was perfect. Small and pointed. His hands were always marked with dust particles from his drawings and even a slight smudge would be on his cheek. I would have loved to wipe it away with my finger and gaze into those wonderful hazel eyes of his, but it was impossible. Our race, one which was not really strict, had some rules. One was no stealing and the other was it is a sin to love the same sex as yourself. We weren't very religious, but the elders had always thought of homosexuality as the worst sin you could commit and a lot of the -different- Kitars escaped being condemned by fleeing our country of Arkainia. I loved him as much as I loved the night sky when the stars are their brightest.

== Chapter == One

== Title == Skeptical

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"Do you see him there?" A young Kitar asked.

The young male next to her looked over across the garden and spotted the rogue. A few strands of hair shaded the hazel eyes which were intense with concentration. "I see him, Maruya," he replied quietly.

"Why don't you go over and talk to him, Minx?"

Minx shrugged his shoulders slightly. "You know I hate introducing myself to people, I'm very shy."

Maruya scoffed. "Shy? The great Minx? Hah, I don't believe it. Besides, you have a lot of friends. Why is he any different? Oh, I get it."

Minx glanced at his friend quickly with wide eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah, it's because he's all brooding like...isn't it? I find it quite attractive actually."

Maruya smiled and Minx only shook his head slowly from side to side. "You find anything attractive, Maruya."

The two laughed.

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His pencil swiftly turned left as his hazel eyes went up to see his model. She stood there for a while chatting with another girl and he thought of her as the perfect specimen to draw. She was not a Kitar, but a type of bird species and he wanted to capture the very essence of her being. "Zervis..nah...neja paluis," he whispered. (Good...the full potential.)

His large, oval shaped ears twitched slightly and he closed the sketch book quickly. He got to his feet and turned around to see a man standing there. "I missed you today, Daimon," he said.

Daimon's ears twitched and he stepped back. He was silent and the man before him leaped over the bench to catch the Kitar, but Daimon was quick on his feet. He darted to the left and sprinted through the crowd with the man hot on his tail. Daimon frantically looked around and leaped over a concrete seat. He spotted a younger fellow with a crimson tail and noticed that the kid was staring at him with wide eyes. He turned away and dove over a hedge. The man was also quick, but the mass of his muscles slowed him slightly and he kept up his pace with the Kitar. Daimon ran across a street and jumped onto a ladder, but two hands clasped around his tail. Daimon shrieked in surprise as he was yanked down hard onto the concrete road and the man held him down with both hands on his shoulders. The man's right foot was on Daimon's stomach to hold him down and keep him from wiggling. "You can't hide forever...you can't run. I'll find you...I'll catch you. You can't get away from your fate," the man hissed.

Daimon's eyes widened and the sketch book was clutched to his chest, his heart beat had quickened drastically. Two more men appeared from the allyways and they held clubs. "You know you have to take your medicine, Daimon."

"N-no!" Daimon cried out, near tears as the other men came at him.

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"Did you see that?" Maruya asked Minx as she turned to him.

Minx shook his head and started to walk towards the place where the Kitar had vanished. "Maybe he was in trouble," he said and started to run.

He heard shouts and laughing. When he turned the corner, he saw the most horrific site he could ever think of. One man was on the artist, while the others were laughing and cheering the bulky man on. The artist's clothes were torn to shreds and Minx knew what they were doing to the poor guy. "HEY!" He yelled, surprised at his courage.

The three men turned to him and the two with clubs glared. "Who are you?!" The left one asked.

"Get him!" The right one growled.

Minx frowned and ran forward, throwing himself at the left guy. The impact joggled Minx's mind, but he recovered and jumped off of the fallen man. "Leave him alone!" Minx shouted.

The right man raised his club high and brought it down across Minx's shoulder, making him cry out in agony as a splitting pain erupted in his shoulder causing him to fall to his knees. The other man had gotten up from the artist and walked towards Minx. "You walked in on something that risks your life, cat. Now, what should we do with you? The same I am doing to Daimon here?" He asked with a smile.

Minx glared up at the man and then glanced at Daimon on the ground. Tears were streaming down the guy's cheeks and his eyes were shut tight. Minx turned to the two men and bared his teeth. "You guys are bastards!"

"Bastards? Really? Haha, kid..you have a lot coming to you for that."

They took a step forward and Minx got to his feet. "I'm not scared!"

The man who had been on Daimon balled his hand into a fist and punched Minx in the jaw, making him see stars before hitting the dirt. Minx tasted blood as his tongue rubbed against his gums and he closed his eyes tight. Everything was quiet.

Minx opened his eyes and the three guys were gone. Daimon was standing up with his jeans hanging off his hips and his sketch book underneath his arm. Minx got to his feet and took a step towards the older Kitar.

"What ha-"

"Jes...herius koter lilia," Daimon murmered. (No, do not ask.)

Minx blinked and tried to remember the translation. Daimon turned to him and his hazel eyes looked as though he had never been crying. His face was even its normal pale. "Do not ask. It's better that you do not."

Minx about melted on the spot and he felt his whole body become covered in goosebumps at the rumbling tone of Daimon's voice. He shook his head and Daimon turned away. "Wait!" Minx exclaimed.

Daimon only walked away with his sketch book in hand and tail wrapped around his waist. He didn't look back, even when he had heard Minx call for him.

Minx watched Daimon walk away and felt his heart clench tight against his ribcage. Tears crept down his cheeks and he blinked in surprise when he noticed them. "I'm crying...but why?" He murmered.

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to be continued....

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