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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 at yahoo co 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 Thank ye.. patient people Esquirella , CaFFy (action next time wink), lets play musical graves (lol! I am such a poop.. I know.. ) Painted Desert (thanks!!)Warning: VERY SLASHY…. So BEWARE Homophobic people.
“Wa…” Kieran managed to get of his dry mouth as she continued to sweep the floor beneath him almost as if floating beds were as common as stew and pie. She was sombre figure not unlike the rest of the people in the palace. Her mousy hair was pulled in such a tight bun that her skin was stretched upwards making her look ten years older then she probably was. The light shining in from the circular windows made her eyes glint severely.
“Excuse me,” Kieran asked politely, for she seemed like a person he did not want to goof around with. She ignored his silent question and continued sweeping the already clean looking floor. Once she was done with the space beneath him, she snapped her fingers and the bed gently floated down.
Kieran cleared his throat again as she started making way out of the room. Before any sound could come out of his mouth the lady swirled back with a jerk.
In a voice devoid of any emotion she spoke, “I have placed your clothes in the cupboard. Make sure you wear them when you meet my Master in the women’s quarters.”
With eerily silent moves, she glided out of the room, leaving Kieran mouthing out her words in confusion.
While dressing Kieran had realized that the clothes were not the typical shirt and half cut skirt that usually ended below the knees. A longer red shirt was coupled with snug trousers and a robe to complete the foreign outfit. All of the pieces were all the same shade of rusty red and gold and they made him feel like a pompous poser.
Kieran looked down at his reflection in the burnished obsidian marble that constituted as the floor. The gooey green liquid, which he had found in a crystal vial next to the soap, he had experimentally applied on his hair had made them very glossy. With each flick, they seemed to move with a life of their own. Kieran was secretly pleased that his scruffy hair had changed so drastically.
Kieran shuffled along the corridor, with a protective, gargantuan wall of guards, towards wherever the man wanted him to be. The foreign feel of material enclosing his calves coupled with absolute loathing for the ‘Gifted One’ made him slow down more than he needed to and he was very sure the guards were itching to give him a good solid beating.
“Welcome, welcome, my little friend, welcome to my harem,” The gold eyed man opened his arms in a practiced convivial gesture as he entered a room that had no windows and thus very dim lighting from the candles. To the boy’s eyes he merely looked like an ostentatious bird fluttering its wings. The tall man was wearing a black ensemble that highlighted his fair features even more. His hair was braided and draped over one shoulder. Though his words seemed melodious and warm, his kohl laden eyes were dangerously fixed on Kieran.
Kieran stopped chortling half way as he realized what the man, in front of him said. A harem implied that the place would be full of women and even after the life altering events in the past few days, a room full of women still gave him the shivers.
Masses of women were not something he was good at dealing with. Rebuking one or two was okay but dealing with more then one considered company made him feel like running in the opposite direction.
When he walked into the room, Kieran was relieved to see, that instead of the hordes and hordes of vivacious, vicious women he was expecting, only a few rows of subdued females were standing in front of him. The teen mentally smacked himself for getting worked up over nothing.
The woman ranged from very young to very old. They were dressed in silky, lucid cloth that covered them whole but not enough to make them look respectable. Kieran’s mind wandered over to thoughts about his sister. He wondered what place she would have had if she had been captured instead of him.
Finding himself unable to care about the lies the man was sprouting about the esteemed company they had in the form of Kieran, the teen instead observed the room. It was certainly very feminine with pink and purple hues in the cloth that covered most of the room in a canopy like fashion. In fact it looked like a royal version of a Bedouin tent. There was no furniture in the room. Instead there were lush, soft fibered, carpets and blood, red, round cushions that provided a comfortable place to be seated. There were half hidden dark wooded doors placed at equal intervals that probably led to their personal quarters.
Shaking himself out of the reverie, Kieran tried to focus on what fallacy the man was honeying to him.
“Good, good and now we must move along to meet my personal guard. A superbly trained regiment it is, indeed.”
The man hooked a hand around Kieran’s shoulder as he prepared to drag the teen out but a small voice made him stop. The voice was soft, hesitant and scarily familiar to the boy.
“Kieran,”
Both men turned around in astonishment.
A heavily braided girl with big round eyes came forward. “Is that really you, Kieran?”
She was wearing a white glittery toga with her left shoulder bared. Her nose and ears had been pierced to hold gold trinkets that were linked to a thick gold chain around her neck. An elderly lady tried to clamp her mouth shut and pull her back but the girl resisted the efforts successfully.
The dark haired boy’s eyes widened in extreme shock, “Sheena,”
His voiced was hushed and it cracked at the last syllable.
The girl rushed forward in rush of speed and wrapped herself around the teen. “Oh, Kieran,” she cried as her body shook with sobs. Instinctively Kieran pulled her closer as he slowly stroked her hair.
He was startled out of the moment by loud, obnoxious voice.
“If your pathetic whining is over I believe we need to have a little talk?”
Kieran looked at the sneering face through tear filled eyes and he nodded. As he tried to go towards him, Sheena too started moving with him.
“Leave the girl; I’m sure my women will be glad to take her back.”
Two older woman came forward and almost dragged the girl back. She looked up at him with her wet, glum face and spoke with a harsh whisper, “Please tell me you’ll come back, promise me,”
Kieran gave her a brave smile, “I will, I promise.”
The ‘Gifted one’ gave him a derisive look and gave a curt nod indicating that it was time to leave.
Once they were out of the room the man hand firmly gripped onto Kieran’s hand and pulled him into the first room that came to the left of the harem.
The room was dark and mouldy. It contained a hand loom that was being operated by three women. The floor to ceiling loom was creating the same lucid material that was dotted throughout the palace.
With a complete lack of patience, for his servant’s simultaneous attempts at absorbing their master’s unexpected appearance and greeting him with correct protocol, the man barked, “Get out, out, now.”
In a flurry of skirts the woman scampered out of the room, completely terrified.
“So, Kieran,” The gold eyes flashed as he bit out his name, “May I know what the melodrama was all about.”
Kieran shifted his feet, nervously. The elated sensation in his stomach was mixing with the fear he was feeling and it was not a very pleasant mix.
“Uh, that was Sheena, you know,”
“Of course, since I’m incredibly well acquainted with your pointless little life.”
Kieran gave the man a sharp look but did not voice his irritation. “She’s my sister’s friend. You left my sister with her parents.”
The man sneered as he pretended to nonchalantly lean into a dusty mahogany desk, “Obviously a childhood sweetheart, eh.”
Kieran scrunched his face in slight repulsion and confusion, “No, she’s a little girl, just a child.”
The man’s withering look barely put a dent in Kieran’s self esteem; he had gotten used to it apparently. The tension between them subsided and the teasing environment, that was becoming more and more frequent in their relation, tiptoed out, softly.
“Well, what now, still want me to meet your esteemed guards?”
“Those sorry excuses for human beings, I have better things to do, Kieran.”
“Don’t be so smug about finding out my name,” Kieran, leisurely leaned into the grimy wall, feeling much at ease with the man’s presence.
The man smirked, quite pleased with himself.
“Instead of this ridiculous tour that I planned for you, I think it would be better if you simply come and see me in court.”
The man almost fluttered his eyes like the pre-teen girls Kieran knew in his village. Kieran was much too caught up in the gold flecks to realize that.
Bd