|Stray Spirit's Lullaby
Author: Kira Cat PM
"I kissed you." Chris said nonchalantly. "You said you never had a first kiss, so there you go." "Are you a moron!" Abel yelled at the top of his lungs. "Sure? why not?" Yaoi, supernatual, nothing is normal about this story... other warnings inside.Rated: Fiction M - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,254 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 05-14-12 - id: 3022400
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Past Summer's day
Warnings: same as the last chapter.
The day after the event: Late noon
Abel sighed as he walked around the gardens. Finally an hour of peace and not a moment too soon. Getting Chris ready for lessons was like leading the stubborn mare to water. It was impossible for most and only Abel ever seemed to have the patience to deal with it.
Suddenly a pair of hands covered Abel's eyes. Abel inwardly cursed his luck. Of course Chris was bond to sneak out of lessons and follow him to he garden. Today was Tuesday so he always did. The math instructor never really did notice him escaping all the time…
"Come on!" Chris hissed into Abel's ear and dragged him off to god knows where. After being dragged far to the left, past the walkways and into the deep greenery did Chris let go. He then grabbed Abel's hand and yanked him along for the rest of the way. They soon came to a large oak tree. Abel sighed.
"This place?" Abel stared in confusion as Chris climbed up the low branches and up into the tree. Chris never really liked climbing this tree, He had broken his arm in a fall from it long ago. The tree was the place Chris used to go to think as a kid; Abel remembered the day's Chris would read under the leaves about magical knights and heroic adventures to the other children, they were all Griffons of course, Abel might have been the only servant that was allowed in this place. He stared at the tree and sighed.
"It hasn't changed a bit huh?" Chris spoke softly as he leaned back on the tree.
"We haven't been here in years though… Not since Marie and James had that fight…"
"Yeah, Sis and Big brother were both acting like kids that day huh? You remember how Natalie ended up throwing a mud ball at them? Man, for a five year old she could threw a mean mud ball. She should have been playing rugby with us."
Chris looked up and the clouds above. "I bet she's playing up there right now…"
Abel slowly climbed up into the tree and sat next to Chris.
"I'm sure she is…"
"Sometimes, I wonder if only I was a bit closer could I have grabbed her then…"
"Chris, The branch was weak… we didn't know that… If we did, would James and you even have let her climb it?" Abel patted Chris's shoulder. "It was an accident… You did your best…"
"I missed Abel, I was only a branch away from her you know…"
"I know… Now what's wrong? It's not like you to bring her up unless something has happened to make you…" Chris looked at Abel and smiled.
"Tomorrow… She would have been ten years old tomorrow," Chris reached up and plucked a leaf off the tree. "Abel, what if you committed a sin… what would you do?"
"Depends on the sin… What happened to your sister was not a sin, you did not kill her or mean harm so it was not your fault."
Chris laughed as he turned to Abel. Smiling painfully he nodded. "She's not what I mean…"
Abel went to gesture only for his arms to be grabbed. Soon both hands were pinned above his head and Chris's face was inches from his own.
"Please don't bite." Chris whispered and then his lips were on Abel's. Soft, hard, sweet, bitter, cold, warm. Abel's head was spinning. He never felt all that at once, he was overwhelmed. It hurt… It really hurt. His mind was spinning, there was no air to breath, his mouth was pried open and something warm, wet, and sweet entered it. His tongue tried to push the intruding force out only to tugged on, twirled and twisted by what ever had invaded. Abel was on the verge of tears. Suddenly the lips were gone and Abel glared at the older teen.
"Your cute when you moan." Chris stated with a grin. He looked like he was having the time of his life.
"Wha-ah-ah?" Abel cried out as he tried to push the older boy away.
"I kissed you." Chris said nonchalantly. "You said you never had a first kiss, so there you go."
"Are you a moron?" Abel yelled at the top of his lungs, his hair was disheveled and sheer surprise lite up his face. He stared fearfully at Chris.
"Sure, why not?" Chris then leaned in for another kiss and did so chastely. Abel waited, hoping it would be all over so he could resume life again and ignore the acts of a child. Chris was just a child; he probably hoped that doing this would get his way. Finally Chris backed away and smiled softly. "I like you Abel… I really really like you… Always… I always have."
"I'm a man, you idiot! Like a girl not me!" Abel hissed as he glared at the older boy.
"So? Like I said, I like you! Do you remember the day you first came to live here? You got lost, I saw you that day running up and down the halls panicking, you had the cutest crying face as a kid you know." Abel glared even more and an eyebrow twitched. In all honesty he didn't, he was barely five when he was brought to the household, then again everything before three weeks after he arrived here seemed out of place. Abel just sighed and looked Chris right in the eye.
"Let me go." Abel ordered coldly. Chris nodded and backed away from the younger boy. "What you just did right there was illegal, two men kissing, they'd think we were together. Maybe even copulating, that's a crime punishable by death…"
"So? That is how I feel about you and I'll be damned if the queen burns me alive, Going to hell for expressing love in any form is fine just as long as I can express it to begin with." Chris then smiled broadly. "I bet the Devil's better at poker then the Father anyways."
For that Chris had a rather large bump on his head when he sat down for dinner that evening. Abel watched with slight amusement as Mr. Griffon scolded his son to the fullest. The story went that Chris had tried to avoid the tutor yet again and fell out of the tree during his escape. Just as Abel went to retire from the family's side he looked to Chris. Chris grinned like a cat, his eyes gleamed with a type of childish joy Abel knew way to well. It was because of that grin that Abel walked sideways with his back to the wall trying to ensure the idiot master didn't grab him from behind and drag him off again.
"He really is an idiot you two…" Abel sighed as he relayed his day's events, minus the kiss, to the two conjoined spirits. After their separation Psyche had been helping his other head cope with the pain. Psyche sighed, he knew full and well more must have happened from the way his master was scrubbing his mouth. Errol could care less however and was in his own little world.
"Master Abel?" Errol called out suddenly as he floated over. Psyche nearly screamed. Sharing thoughts and feelings and memories with a scatter brained idiot was not a very good thing. Especially when said idiot has a habit of causing trouble. Psyche wouldn't have been surprised if Errol were the reason the Americans revolted.
"Are you in love?" Errol sang out bluntly. Leave it to him to be so direct… Psyche sighed. Two heads were never better then one… who ever said otherwise obviously never had a second head he reasoned calmly. Abel stared at the two of them as if he was properly seeing them for the first time. It was as if something amazingly unbelievable had just appeared in front of his face. Psyche giggled inwardly at the thought, the boy wouldn't bat and eye to a two-headed cat spirit imprisoned in a bottle but was struck cold by the concept of love.
"Ah…" Abel stared in shock. He didn't even drop his things he just stared almost like time had frozen.
"Master?" Errol whimpered.
Abel suddenly grabbed the spirit by the back of the neck. "What in the world would give you that hair brained idea?" Abel said calmly but with enough venom the scare the devil himself.
Psyche just smiled slightly at his master.
"Well master, your face is all red, and your eyes aren't as sharp and demonic as normal!" Errol declared. Psyche was ready to slap his other head at this point.
"Really? Well then maybe I should remind you why you fear me?" Abel said coldly, he wasn't frowning or smiling his expression was one of grace and eerie peace.
Errol gulped loudly and quivered. "Ma-master?"
Abel glared then and dragged the cat spirits over to his desk. Pulling out a heavy wooden box he then preceded to shove the two of them in it.
"Master! Your making a big mistake!' Psyche yelped out.
"No, you two are grounded until I get back to you." Psyche shivered, Abel rarely ever locked them away for any given time, and there were only two notable times he could remember; the new year's party and the marriage celebration. Errol thrashed around in the box, abel simply turned and walked away.
Abel sighed and stared at the small dresser mirror he had been given. It was a gift from Emily, the former cook before Mag took over. She was the only other one to have known about the spirits he was cursed to deal with. She was like a mother to Abel in every ways and now he really needed her help.
"Emily… Why do I have these?" Abel sighed and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it to the floor he looked at his chest. Strange symbols and marks were burned upon his flesh. They were all older wounds and had scared over; Abel ran his hand down his chest, he couldn't even remember when he had gotten them or why. Abel stared at the glowing light of Mr. Griffon's study directly across the building and two stories above the ground. "What happened to me?" Abel whispered to himself and touched the metal bars separating his room from the outside. His room was the only one barred. Why was it barred?