Title: Anything

Summary: m/m. When Kieran’s village is attacked by the ruling tyrant he is forced to exchange himself in return of his sister. Yaoi, Slash etc.

Author: Black Dreamz

Email: vengefulblackdreamz yahoo uk

Some notes: Thank you to any and everyone who read or reviewed. I’m rather grateful since that’s a great motivation to write. Anyway this story is set in a different universe where tyrants ruled and magic was source of power. The back ground to the characters is explained in the story and I guess that’s about it

Warning: VERY SLASHY…. So BEWARE Homophobic people.

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Kieran gave out a poof of wispy breath as he shivered in the cool winter months. Considering the fact that his home would be buried beneath heaps upon heaps of snow at the time, the boy thought it was quite warm for the winter months. The landscape around him was quite different to what he was used to. Even during this record breaking winter season, snow hadn’t fallen and there were still signs of the long grass that populated the hilly fields during the summer months.

The horse, Kieran was leading, shook itself heartily and gave a loud fart. The grey eyed boy, snickered, hearing his sister complain.

Kieran, along with his mother, sister and the rest of his village was migrating from their snug habitat to the relatively peaceful and safe lands of ‘The Nagara’. Their mode of transportation was the typical horse and caravan that had been in use for years. Kieran, being the man of the family, was leading his family’s horse.

Kieran looked around at the multitude of caravans that littered the sloping fields and sighed as he realized that most of the men were wearing the typical trouser and shawl that was the sign of the warriors. He himself wasn’t allowed to wear them even though he was almost completely trained as a warrior. His mother was as possessive as she was affectionate and after losing her husband in a devastating battle she had discontinued his training. Warriors were usually the first ones targeted in attacks and his mother preferred he not take any risks. She was much too fearful of losing her son.

The dark haired boy hitched his toga like outfit up a little as he bounced over a puddle. Kieran was greatly annoyed that he was still treated like a baby in the community even though he was almost a man at the age of sixteen. The teen wondered what the situation would be in the land of the snake (Nagara).

His sister’s whiny chatter interrupted his thoughts of the new land they were going towards.

“Please, please, pretty please, I promise I won’t go far, please mama let me go.”

Kieran rolled his eyes knowing that his mother couldn’t stay firm on her decisions once his sister started giving her the big innocent eyes look.

“Oh, ok, but come back soon,” His mother spoke, her resolve breaking. She then looked at her son. “Please, Kieran, be a dear and help your sister out of the caravan.”

Kieran hesitated but finally relented and gave in to his little sisters whims.

“Fine you little brat but remember you aren’t the puny little child any more. I don’t appreciate you wandering among the warriors like that. It isn’t good for you.”

His sister adjusted the scarf on her head and gave a little humph as she completely disregarded her brother’s warning. Kieran slowed the horse and gave her a helping hand to get her down. Her best friend, Sheena, suddenly came bounding down the hill that her family’s caravan had crossed with her red skirt fluttering about.

“Oh good you’re ready,” The slightly plump girl panted seeing that Cleo was waiting for her. Cleo smiled at her best friend and in that practiced ladylike fashion they both shook their heads a little and went off to the front where the warriors were leading the caravans. They halfway up the battered and muddy hillside road when Sheena gave Kieran a slight peek. Kieran rolled his eyes and muttered something about ‘bloody infatuated teenage girls’.

“They’re just girls you know,” His mother smiled at him.

“Yes, but they aren’t children any more,” Kieran spoke exasperated, “I mean Cleo’s fourteen and those damned boys keep on looking at her and she actually encourages them.”

“She’s just growing up and it’s not like you haven’t any admirers.”

Kieran growled as his mother mercilessly reminded him of the crushes the girls, as young as twelve, had on him, the most prominent being Sheena. And unlike the boys his age he didn’t take advantage of his popularity among the girls. Kieran felt he had too many responsibilities to do the foolish and mundane things most boys did. Even though he strictly forbade any advances from anyone, the girls still kept coming.

Kieran knew that if his father hadn’t died, his life would have been so much more different. First of all he might have been one of those warriors leading the caravan trail in the front; secondly he might still have the few friends who had moved on; thirdly he could even have a girl or two at his side but Kieran sincerely doubted that fantasy could come true even in his ‘what if’ life.

It wasn’t just his father who had lost his life against the battle against the evil that was rising from the east. Many who claimed that ‘Gifted one’s’ powerful quest to dominate all the lands was illegal had suffered dire consequences.

The dark eyed boy felt his blood boil as he thought of the ‘Gifted one’, the man responsible for all the problems in his life. A percentage of the population could at times see or influence the magic that surrounded them but the ‘Gifted one’ was a man who had the ability to completely control the magic that was spread in the lands. Most of the other ‘Gifted Ones’, that came in different eras, had used their unique power to help the people of the lands but the present day ‘Gifted One’ was born with something that none of the others had been born with; ambition. He wanted to use his powers to dominate and effectively dismantle all human freedom.

Most of the people had been aggravated with such tyranny but they had been silenced with the ‘Gifted One’s’ ever growing army. Now the tyrant was hell bent on completely destroying entire villages to satisfy his lust for doom and destruction and stopping all rebellions once and for all.

That was why Kieran’s village had been completely evacuated when the news of the ever nearing army had reached their ears. Even now when they had travelled so far from their homeland, the danger still hadn’t dissipated and the warriors were still completely on guard.

The sun soon started setting and blue sky’s hue started becoming darker. The fire torches were lit and the caravans settled down to make camp. Slowly, one by one, the men leading the caravans started forming a circle around a large fire and preparations for dinner began. Kieran worriedly looked at the darkening sky wondering where his sister was.

“Don’t worry,” his mother soothing tones washed over him, “she’ll come back soon. In the meantime why don’t you go and get some water from the nearest stream so I can start boiling that delicious rabbit you caught yesterday.”

Kieran gave a bashful smile and set off to find clean water for his mother.

Swinging his bucket to and fro Kieran started humming a tune that was sung in his village during harvest time. His keen hearing soon led him to a small brook that was bubbling away at the side of a steep edged hill. Kieran washed the grime that had gotten stuck on his hands during the journey with the refreshing water and then proceeded to fill the bucket up.

Suddenly, the boy realized that the light from the sky had dimmed greatly over the past few minutes.

“Strange,” Kieran, muttered, as he set his gaze upwards. Night had been completely set in even though traditionally the sun rays should still be visible in the horizon. The dark haired boy just shrugged and blamed the bizarre event on the change in location and clouds.

As he turned back to the camp site Kieran heard a wild piercing shriek. The first smell that came to his nose was of burning flesh. His heart went up in his throat as he guessed what could have happened to the villagers.

Throwing the bucket behind, he raced down the hill and came to the camp site which was in complete ruins. Most of the caravans were on fire and people were running to and fro screaming in pain from the wounds they had received.

In the middle of the camp site the few remaining warriors were fighting bravely but all in vain. As the smoke lifted Kieran could make out the huge hulking figures that were mercilessly, swerving their swords around, butchering anyone that came in their path.

As Kieran braved his way, avoiding the falling bodies, the one thought that raced through his shocked mind was his family’s safety.

Gearing his legs into action, he hid behind various carts and caravans, taking his time to run towards his own caravan. To his horror and dismay his horse lay mutilated on the grassy plain and the caravan’s canvas top was on fire.

“Mama, mama, where are you?” He shrieked as pulled open the curtains to the wagon. He coughed as the smoke enveloped him and then more of that dreaded smell of burning flesh reached his nose. Tears welled up in his eyes as he found his mother on her back with a log of burning wood on her stomach.

“D…don’t bother,” she coughed as Kieran pulled at the wood not caring as he felt his own hand’s skin melting.

“I love you … please don’t leave me,” Kieran sobbed in her shoulder, breathing in the comforting, motherly smell.

“It’s ok… this had to happen someday,” She gave him a brave smile as she leaned in closer to her son.

“Just take care of your sister,” she coughed some more and gave a wheezing sigh as her eyes finally closed down to embrace her death. Kieran, who had been crying, suddenly stopped. The shock of his loss had stunned him.

Then, once again, he began moving as his mother’s last words echoed in his mind. He had to find his sister. Pulling his father’s knife from under his belt that held his skirt, he started making way toward the warrior’s caravans, his heart thudding, wondering where his sister was.

Avoiding a burning body that was hurled towards him by one of the fanatic army men of the ‘Gifted One’, Kieran sneaked onward holding the knife firmly even though his hands were feeling the after-effects of his escapade with fire.

A loud scream caught his attention.

“Kieran, help me!”

The dark eyes widened to a great degree as he realized that one of the hulking army men had taken hold of his sister and was now dragging her away to do god knows what. His natural brotherly, protective instinct simmered forward and Kieran felt fury racing through his veins. He lunged at the man.

“Let her go,” The boy shrieked wildly but the man easily deflected his attack. The man pulled Kieren’s sister up onto his shoulder. Her masses of braids flew about as she was swung through the air. The man continued as if nothing had stopped his progress.

“I said let her go,” Kieran demanded as he back peddled in front of the man. The teen couldn’t get a clear view of the man’s face because the man’s head was bent down and his light coloured hair shielded his face. Kieran once again tried to attack the man but to no avail. The man simply pushed him with brute force and slowly lumbered away with Kieran’s sister resting on his shoulder, who had fainted with exhaustion.

“Stop annoying me,” a smug voice was exhaled from the man’s mouth, amused at the boy’s frustration. Kieran tried to wipe the mud and grime and blood that had settled itself on his face.

“You bastard, let go of my sister,” the teen growled and tried his luck again. This time the man gripped him by his neck and yanked him up to his own level so he could look him in the eyes. Kieran gasped and struggled as breath was swiftly taken from him. Even with the pain he was feeling and the death he felt was imminent Kieran bravely heaved curses at the man, who was peering at him curiously, surprised that boy could contain such strength of will.

Instead of squeezing the neck and taking away the last gasp of breath, he threw him in a mosquito infested pond, “Stop annoying me, you, idiot.”

“Argh,” The dark haired boy cried out in frustration as the man strutted away with his sister hanging over his shoulder limply.

Another bold warrior from his village with his sword raised came from behind the man. The man, without any hesitation, brandished out a large sword and without even turning around plunged the sword into his attacker’s heart.

Kieran blanched as he saw the blood spilling from the man’s body.

“Oh, Gods,” the teen whispered, feeling the sheer immensity of the whole situation catching up with him and he choked in a sob. The mystery man turned slightly as gave him a smirk.

“Bye,” he half-snickered as he turned to leave with the girl dangling on his shoulders.

“No,” Kieran sobbed still lying in the puddle of mud, “please, I’ll do anything, just let her go.”

The man stopped moving. He then turned around and put the girl down. Kieran’s blurry vision was met with exotic gold-brown eyes.

“Really,” the man’s voice softly resounded in his ear.

“Yes,” the boy shivered just as his voice at the unexpected touch of the man’s hand on his chin.

All of a sudden the man gripped him on the back of his head and dunked him down in the water in front of him. The boy gasped in shock.

“Are you sure,” another slow whisper came from near his neck. Kieran gave another heart bursting gasp at the ghost of a touch of lips on it.

“Yes,” A tear slid down his cheek, “Anything for my sister,”

A soft hand once again touched the back of his head. And then everything went black.

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I can’t believe I’ve actually written the first chap. Please be kind and review because I’m sure you can’t wait to see what happens next and only motivating me to write faster would end the wait. Muhaha I’m so adept at blackmailing people. Anyway it was such a hard task getting such a simple title for the story. The only thing that kept popping up was ‘the bargain’ and I already have a story by that name on So sadly I’m using ‘anything’ which I believe is adequate.

Bye