
| The Dragon Chronicles
Author: Kir Sirin Elion lives in a world where girls are killed at birth. Her mother gave her away to a kingdom, and she is to never let her red hair out of a ponytail. When a war between dragons wages on, can she keep her secret? [some slash and shouen ai]
Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Romance - Chapters: 7 - Words: 3,515 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 02-17-07 - Published: 11-05-06 - id: 2271886
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Male kissing male warning!
Episode seven:
Elion stumbles on something secret when she awakes…
Oh! What could it be?
Elion rolled over on her alien bed and fell to the wood floor with a THUMP.
"Aw, shit…" She lifted herself up with her arms and held her forehead. "What the hell is this feeling? I feel like I'm gonna puke…" Her nose twitched. "Ugh!" She covered it. "I guess I already have. Sick." She stood up, groggily, and made her way out the bedroom door.
"… Yuikito…" She heard someone say.
"Uh, huh?" She turned her head lazily and saw a bedroom door opened slightly. Elion tip-toed silently to the crack and peered inside. Her green eyes widened. She saw Ayslon and Yuikito kissing! She covered her mouth and gasped.
"Ugh, Ayslon get of me." Yuikito pushed him away. "You stink."
"Aww that isn't nice." Ayslon smiled, pulling Yuikito closer to him. "I smell better than you do."
"I will say it again. You stink."
"Hehe, stop playing hard-to-get. I can see right through you." Yuikito grumbled something, but before they could kiss again, he had spotted Elion.
"Who?" His eyes widened. "Elion?!"
"Huh?" Ayslon looked at he door. "Oh, hey sweetie!" Ayslon waved.
"Sweetie?!"
"Uh… Heh, not like that, love! I promise!"
"Get out!"
"Who? Me or he--him?"
"Him!" Yuikito threw his pillow at the door, fully closing it.
Elion sighed and looked at her feet. "Oh my God… That was… So… So hott!" She smiled to herself.
"Whore." Akita smirked.
A/N:
Haha, well! Elion's got a bit of a problem, no? Ugh... My joints ache. Will you see more of Yuikito and Ayslon? ... Maybe... If you do, will it be more detailed? Eh... If I feel like it.
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