Falling for the Wind
Title: Falling for the Wind
Author: 100thAngel
Pairing: VidarXSun
Rating: T (for now...)
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing
Summary: Falling for the wind would be easier than getting it on with the Sun Knight, but Vidar could try.
Disclaimer: LSK is owned by Yu Wo for whom I am not
†Falling for the Wind†
The wind tousled his black locks in front of his eyes. He flicked them away, determined to focus on the path before him. A gust blew them back over his face, restricting his view once more.
Agitated slightly, dark eyes glared through the strands, chubby cheeks and pouty frown effectively stunting his intent to look intimidating. Just as well, his short stature only served to add to the fact that he looked more like an angered child than a fearsome knight.
His horse gave a snort of derision as if to say, “You can never imitate your captain no matter how much you try.” He ignored the creature.
One of these days he'll be 6-feet tall like the rest of his platoon; he drinks his daily dose of milk without fail! His determination to grow taller could rival Adair’s proficiency as a knight-slash-butler.
He heard another snort from his horse- the damnable thing...
Just as he was about to (lightly) kick it in retaliation, his captain called for him. The knight jerked his head to the side and gave full attention to his superior.
His captain also wore a frown as he glared ahead but unlike Vidar, he looked fearsome. Black robes flared out, hair shaped his face, not daring to block his vision, and aura the embodiment of true power.
Vidar almost swooned. Oh, his captain was impressive. Impressive and mature- unlike that scrawny imposture of a knight who called himself Sun, the head of the Holy Temple, sitting in a position higher than that of his exceptional captain. Vidar’s lips turned down further at the thought of the man.
“Yes Captain!?” he bellowed to be heard over the strong winds. Hair threatened to seek shelter inside his open mouth.
The Judgment Knight gestured ahead. Vidar heard the shouts before he saw two men throwing punches at each other. A fight had broken out in the center of the plaza.
Vidar kicked his horse, intending to quickly settle the dispute when another shout was heard- this one coming from the other side of an alley to his left. He could just barely make out a man hovering above a young lady.
“Knight-Captain Judgment, let me handle them!” Vidar pointed in their direction, already moving towards the house the couple was fighting in front of. Judgment gave a stiff nod and took the rest of the platoon to go break up the two men.
Vidar raced through the short alleyway and reached the couple in record time. “Hey!” he shouted, coming to a stop. Neither of them paid him any mind. He climbed off his horse and shouted again. Still nothing.
Vidar felt his anger rise gradually but that wouldn't do; Judgment was always berating him for losing control so easily.
“I hate you, you goddamn bitch!” The man screamed.
“Go die in a ditch, bastard!” The woman retaliated in just as much fervor.
With quick movements, the man yanked the woman towards him and Vidar moved forward to stop the impending punch. He froze, however, when instead, the man wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her heatedly. The woman responded just as passionately.
“Haa… Fuck. Hate you- ngh!”
“Yeah, baby. Hate me more.” The door was almost knocked down in their haste to get inside. Vidar stared, stupefied.
“Don’t worry about them, kid,” the shopkeeper on the other side of the street called out. Vidar cast him a confused look. The shopkeeper spit on the ground before explaining in an unpleasantly grating voice, “Those two are always fighting, always making up in bed right after. Don’t let it get to you.” He waved a hand in dismissal.
“But… why?” Vidar found himself asking. He pouted cutely in incomprehension.
The old man shrugged, “Makes things more exciting, I guess. Hate is just another form of love after all.”
Before the knight could further ponder this phenomenon, he was once again called for by his captain, “Vidar!”
“Coming,” Vidar nodded towards the shopkeeper in appreciation before steering his horse back to his captain and waiting platoon.
†
That night Vidar was walking back to his room after a late dinner. He had to feed the criminals in their cells before going to the canteen himself. By the time he had left, the sky had grown dark and the halls were mostly empty. He was alone in one of the hallways when someone else rounded the corner at the end. His eyes narrowed when they caught sight of Knight-Captain Sun.
Sun smiled as they moved closer, “Why Radar, has the benevolent God of Light inspired you to visit the prayer room before retiring for the night?” To anyone else, those words and that smile would be considered a nice pleasantry- with Vidar, it only served to make his blood boil.
“It’s Vidar!” he yelled, his voice echoing down the spacious corridor. He stopped in front of Sun and folded his arms, a pout forming on his lips without his warrant, cheeks puffed out childishly.
Vidar glared as a chuckle left Sun’s throat.
He couldn’t understand why his captain put up with this person. If asked who would win in a battle between the Judgment Knight and Sun Knight, then 99.9% of the population in the Holy Temple would side with Knight-Captain Judgment; the .1% who would bet on Knight-Captain Sun would be Adair and the rest of the Sun Knight Platoon, but that was beside the point. The point was, Sun couldn’t even wield a sword properly! What kind of knight can’t use a sword? Knight-Captain Judgment would definitely make a better leader of the Holy Temple than him.
“I wonder what Judgment would think if he saw you pouting,” Sun mumbled as he moved to pass by.
In a moment of unsuppressed anger, Vidar reached out, caught Sun by the arm and used his stronger body to force the other against the stone wall. Years of being called Radar, years of being look down on, years of being disrespected, mistreated, used... everything had accumulated so much hate for this single person that Vidar had lost all sense of reason when he moved closer and forced his lips on parted ones.
It was only after the deed was done did he realized his mistake...
Eh? What am I doing... I- I'm kissing a man- I'm kissing the Sun Knight! Ahhhh! What do I do? Oh, oh my gosh- oh my... blueberry jam?
Huh?
His mind went blank and he inhaled the sweet smell. If anything, he would have thought Sun to taste of apples- after all, apples were the Sun Knight's favorite food. This was a rather shocking revelation, not that the Sun Knight wasn’t allowed to enjoy other fruit.
His lips weren’t chapped like a man’s lips either. Along with the faint fruity taste, Vidar could have easily closed his eyes and imagined locking lips with a beautiful cleric.
Yes, a beautiful cleric with soft, pale skin and long silky hair. Vidar’s eyes closed just enough to blur the image in front of him.
Ah, there we go, that was better. Kissing a girl was really nice indeed. Just like that, Vidar forgot entirely that he was with a man and let his hormones take over.
He drew his hands up and placed one on a hip and the other on a scrawny shoulder, not having much experience on what one was supposed to do when kissing. Vaguely, he remembered Adair telling him that females liked to be pampered, showered with compliments, and loved gently through the night. With that in mind, he snaked an arm carefully around the thin waist. There.
That was good enough. He closed his eyes firmly, pressing closer with his whole body.
Then he remembered- Ah! Shouldn’t I be moving my lips and, and my palm is still resting on her shoulder! Wahh~ what should I do!?
Right, I can't let her think that this is my first kiss so I need to do something quickly.
Grunting lowly, he first, awkwardly enough, slid his palm down from the shoulder, paused and moved it back up. Shit! Where do I put it? After a brief internal struggle, he lifted the appendage entirely off and placed it on the girl’s pretty cheek… no, that didn’t feel right either. Maybe if he…
Almost instinctively, the knight reached around to the other's nape. From there he angled the hand so that his fingers could comb through the long hair. There. Now that, that felt good; one arm around the waist and one hand engulfed in silk. Perfect. Just per- but wait! He still wasn’t moving his lips! They were just there, not doing anything!
Tentatively, Vidar pulled away an inch and then pressed forward again. He repeated this same action a number of times, each time angling his head further to one side. He opened his mouth just enough to cover the girl's lips, breathed, and slowly slid away. Again and again until he swore he could recall everything there was to remember about the touch, the smell, the plump, full, dry but soft cushions.
Feeling a little more confident now, Vidar wet his own lips and then swept the appendage over his partner's.
God.
He nearly moaned in pleasure. No, wait, he did. Loudly. But come on, it was a wonderful feeling to touch someone so intimately. There was no haste, no raw sexual lust, just innocent, childish experimenting. And desire.
It was good, so good and even though it was the dead of night, Vidar heard the sound of twittering birds and romantic music. He saw the silhouette of a thin woman with long hair flowing gently in the breeze and cherry blossoms dancing and Vidar raced forward, up a hill of green, green grass to the tree and to his beloved. Yes, there, at the top, his beloved was beckoning him forward with outstretched arms that Vidar so wanted wrapped around his neck, inviting and promising and all he ached for was for the two of them to press so tightly together that not an inch of space separated their beating hearts. And then they would kiss and Vidar would look into sky blue eyes and whisper, "Sun..."
…
…
…
Oh. My. FUCK!
Vidar jumped away and backed up until his back hit the wall on the other side of the corridor, his eyes wider than as if he'd seen his captain making out with a dragon in the middle of a candy store, his body an uncontrollable, quivering mess of shivers. He sank to the ground, knees as weak as jelly.
He stammered out, "I-I-I" but couldn’t formulate words because this was Sun and they were guys and his tongue had... Oh, god.
Oh. My. God.
It was official; he was a dead man walking with a big red target on his back and a sign around his neck that read, "Sun Knight's Punching Bag. If still alive within a month, please have mercy and send to an execution site so that a peaceful death by way of hanging can occur."
But surely Knight-Captain Judgment wouldn't let him perish because of one little mistake, right? Right?!
Someone help me!
On the verge of tears, the baby-faced knight pushed himself up using the wall as leverage. He was still trembling as he heard the sound of something crash to the floor.
It was Sun. An unconscious, wide-eyed, statue who didn't wake up even as his head bounced off the floor.
Vidar blinked, suddenly not feeling so scared anymore. Maybe this was his chance, he wondered. This was his chance to run away from the Holy Temple and escape to the mountains where he would disguise himself as a hermit and live the rest of his life in justifiable fear.
But Vidar knew he couldn't do that. He had already told Adair his plans for if he ever became a victim of the Sun Knight and Adair had clearly stated that it would never work. He would be tracked down before he could even reach the base of the mountains.
Boo hoo! I don't want to die yet!
If he couldn't run away, then maybe he could fake it. Maybe he could heal the nasty bump on Sun's head, carry him to his room, lay him down on his bed, and make it seem like all one big, lousy dream. Vidar would avoid the other for a couple of weeks, not too hard considering they worked in two different factions, and continue getting angry at having his name butchered. No one would be the wiser. No hangings, no hermits, no, everything would go back to the way it was supposed to be.
With his thoughts finally collected, Vidar hesitantly stepped forward and casted a weak Heal on Sun's head, thankful that it wasn't bleeding. Next he gathered Sun into his arms, looked down the empty hallway and made a mad dash to the Twelve Holy Knight's rooms.
After struggling to open the door while his arms were still occupied by a full grown man and his body hypertensive to any approaching persons, Vidar deposited said man on the white sheets. He took off Sun's boots and unbuttoned his shirt a little bit, having already hung up the knee-length overcoat. Finally he pulled the covers over the immobile form and tip-toed out of the room, making sure to shut the door gently.
Once he heard the satisfying click of the door being shut, he heaved a long overdue sigh. Just thinking of all the trouble he'd be in if anyone found out about what transpired tonight put his mind in disorder. He could only hope that tomorrow he wouldn't wake up in a tub of boiling acid with the Sun Knight looming over the edge wearing a devious grin on his face.
Oh, I'm going to have terrible nightmares tonight.
Yes you will, Vidar, very, very scary nightmares. Dear readers, please nod your head if you agree.
~TBC~
A/N: So? Is everybody nodding their heads? Fantastic.
This was supposed to be a two-shot but somehow my fingers started typing out a scene that had nothing to do with the story and my mind decided that it would add “depth” to the story so… I’ll post this in the meantime and continue writing chapter two.
~Call my name once softly~
~Hold my hands more gently~
~Whisper your dark intentions~
~Of cravings and extensions~
~Wrap your arms around me~
~Promises spoken, there'll be~
~Run your hands down my chest~
~Slowly, as if possessed~
~Catch me in a short breath~
~Smother my soul to death~
~Lay me down with practiced ease~
And…
~Devour me with sharp teeth~
†††
Vidar awoke with a start. Sitting up, he threw the blankets off hurriedly. His breath was labored and heavy and he could feel the hardness of the bed underneath him, dampened by cold sweat. He swallowed once, calmed, and leaned back against the pillow, breathing just a bit easier now.
He groaned, flustered. That was certainly not the nightmare he was expecting. And Sun was on top for crying out loud! That scrawny, can’t-swing-a-sword-to-save-his-life Sun was on top- of him!
By god, he was messed up- abnormally so. A screw must have come loose somewhere in his brain. If only he could bump his head and get amnesia.
…Wait a minute.
Vidar turned to look at the stone wall beside his bed contemplatively. Perhaps he could...
Nah, he dismissed. There would be pain but no guarantee of memory loss.
Sighing, he huddled into himself. As he closed his eyes, a picture of Sun appeared.
His long blond hair was cascading down a pale, smooth back, tantalizingly sweeping over two round mounds of squishy flesh while a few particular strands fell over a small shoulder and pressed lightly against a flat chest, concealing a pert, pink, succulent bud from view.
Hips rolled in a rhythmic motion, rocking from side to side, swaying to an unknown beat before he was suddenly bending over at the waist and fingertips were touching the floor just so gracefully. And hair swung with the movement, pooling down one side and brushing the ground. Then slowly, sensually, the hands were gliding up a slender leg, passing over a red knee and finally skimming along a pale, delicious thigh.
Up…
Swallow.
Up…
Inhale.
Up…
Then- more...
A chuckle met his ears. He didn't care. It sounded like music. Beautiful.
The vixen paused, grinned, and then white nails were scraping, caressing, and leaving behind red lines in their wake- and heat was accumulating in a place it shouldn't be.
The fingertips abruptly came to a stop at a jutting hipbone, thumb rubbing small circles. Then they were massaging and trailing towards a far more pleasurable place and low moans at last filled the air. Now at full height, eyes glowed with passion and warmth and promises of just how dirty he could really play as they stared straight into his own.
Then knees and palms were on the floor, prowling and crawling closer, closer and a moist tongue was sweeping across ruby lips and breathe...
He had to breathe.
Oh dear Lord, have mercy!
“Nngh… Vidar?” Vidar jumped and looked across the room to his roommate. He was sitting up in bed and rubbing closed eyes.
“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.” Vidar soothed quietly. He considered doing the same but really didn’t think he could with the bed as damp as it was. Rolling out of it he muttered a quick, “Need to use the toilet,” grabbed a shirt and left.
He visited the bathroom first before taking a walk down random hallways, trying to get the perverted images out of his mind. However, every time he blinked, blue eyes would appear, every time he inhaled, the scent of blueberries engulfed him, every time he took a step forward, he thought of fair skin as delicate as snow and he felt an almost gravitational pull towards the room belonging to the man in his dreams.
Hormones, he concluded. Because that was just it.
There were no feelings other than the want to touch bare skin and hear a cacophony of moans. Perhaps this was what they felt- the couple from yesterday afternoon. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling to want. But it was bad to want the Sun Knight.
He absolutely hated the man! But… hate is just another form of love after all and boy did he hate.
Hate.
Hate.
Hate!
He hated how much he wanted that same intimacy. He hated how much he wanted to touch Sun and kiss him senseless. He hated how things would never work out, how a relationship involving a man was just so wrong.
But above all, he hated how…
“I want to see him.” Yes, that was it, he finally admitted, footsteps slowing to a halt. His head dropped and shoulders hunched forward, miserably.
So lost in thought, he was caught off guard when he heard another voice coming from down the hall, “Vidar? What are you doing up?”
Looking ahead he voiced in surprised, “I could ask the same of you, Adair. The sun has yet to rise.”
Adair smiled sheepishly and lifted his arms higher, showing off the huge pile of documents in his arms.
They stopped when they met at the middle of the long hall. Vidar grimaced as he declared, “That’s the Sun Knight’s paperwork, isn’t it?” Although he really didn’t need to ask, everyone knew the truth. He continued instead with, “Did you get any sleep?” Vidar was fully prepared when his friend shook his head, smile still gracing his lips.
“I need to file these before rounding up the Sun Knight Platoon for practice and then I need to be back in time to prepare Captain’s breakfast. I’ll make sure to go to sleep early tonight.”
“That’s not fair!" Vidar yelled angrily, "Your captain doesn’t do anything! How can you just take this kind of treatment without getting anything in return?!” He felt his heart beat quicker in loathing. His friend was doing so much for a guy who just lazed around all day. The least Adair could do was get fed up with it.
He thought hard to recall a memory wherein his friend became angry but Adair was associated with the Sun Knight- and the bastard once again invaded his mind. This was seriously starting to become unbearable. His fury grew to new heights.
“Vidar…” Adair started, upturned lips warming the look in his eyes. In a pacifying tone he said, "I know it seems like a lot of work but it could never compare to what Captain goes through." And Vidar heard true loyalty and love in that voice. "You should give him a chance, get to know him better."
"There's no way I can get along with that guy! You're wasting your time here, go file your damn papers." It was unjust, he knew, to yell at Adair when he was just doing his job- more than his job. Hell, the guy could easily take over the title of Sun Knight and they could finally kick that good-for-nothing off his throne. It would be much better if his friend took over.
Adair looked almost sad as he nodded and brushed passed his shoulder but before he went too far he asked, "I'll see you at dinner?"
Great. Now he felt like a giant douche bag for mouthing off at his best friend. With his head down again he replied, "...Yeah. See you at dinner. Take a nap when you can..."
Feeling miserable after that experience, Vidar returned to his room. He wasn’t able to get anymore sleep but managed to relaxed until the time when he had to be up. His thoughts mostly revolved around "you know who" as he was quickly, but unhappily, coming accustomed to.
†
“Vidar,” Knight-Captain Judgment called as the two entered the hallway containing a number of confinement chambers. These particular chambers were often used for petty criminals such as lowlife thieves and drunkards who caused the destruction of property or harassed fair ladies. Each cell, around ten in total, was small and accessible by wooden doors instead of bars like most dungeons. The inside held neither cot nor hay to sleep on and had no windows either. This was to instill fear so that the criminals would not commit the same mistake again.
Each judgment knight had experienced being inside these rooms for a night during their training days. Needless to say, they were too scared to even think about committing a sin afterward. There was no light inside, not even a hand in front of your face was visible. You were caged like a rabbit, waiting for death. It didn’t matter in what way you turned; you were met only by walls.
The floor felt moldy and somehow damp, cold to the touch and so very hard. Most didn’t end up sleeping that night.
The walls may have been thick stone but one could still hear the sounds from outside. Someone would always end up crying in despair, but that was not all. There were sounds of chains rattling and a slam of a door as someone entered and walked down the hall. The illumination of a candle followed the footsteps and the occupants felt guarded whenever the person stopped, relieved when they continued to the next cell a minute later.
The judgment knights-in-training swore that their senior knights were playing with them by creating such a disturbing atmosphere and promised to treat their juniors the same as some sort of makeshift revenge.
Judgment and Vidar came to a stop in front of a door near the end of the hall and Vidar rushed forward to unlock it.
The inside was devoid of humans, however a foul presence still lingered. The shorter of the two pinched his nose, the smell of decay and something else was exceptionally high. On the far wall, dried blood caked the stones and floor.
The guards keeping watch last night had found the body of one of their prisoners stabbed to death in this very room. The interval for when the murder took place was sometime after Vidar had fed the criminals and an hour before sunrise. The body had been removed earlier but the scene was still left to examine. Until now, that is.
Stepping carefully, they entered. Vidar lifted his scarf over his nose so that he could use both hands to search for clues and still breathe. He first inspected the door, looking for any tampering. Finding nothing there, he moved to the walls, looking into each crevasse for a weapon of some sort or a hint as to how someone could get in and out of a locked room without damaging the chamber. On the other side, Judgment was fingering the stones as well, knocking on each one and listening to any abnormal sounds. Seeing this, Vidar tried to do the same.
The stones were solid and cool against his skin. He raked his nails down one and watched the white line that was left in its place. His nails tingled a little from the sensation (and he recalled Sun drawing a scarlet line across soft, unblemished-).
Feeling slightly down at finding nothing of interest, he turned to report. He found Judgment inspecting one large stone intently. “Captain?”
“Come here and feel this.”
Saying nothing else, Vidar walked forward and ran his palm along the stone. He didn’t feel anything that was particularly different from all the others. “Captain…”
Judgment nodded as if Vidar had figured it out. “It’s magic.”
“…”
His captain stepped forward and knocked on the stone. It echoed. Vidar’s eyes widened as he tested it out himself. Sure enough, a loud echo filled the small room.
“Let’s tell the Pope and have him… find a magic specialist to help us.”
“Yes sir!” He didn’t question the pause, knowing it would be a fruitless inquiry.
†
Vidar leaned back in his chair, having just returned to his quarters after a long day of investigation. He felt tired. When he blinked, he could feel water gather at the corner of his eyes. He rubbed the uncomfortable feeling away and yawned.
His head also felt a little dizzy from lack of sleep, body worn and drained. He stretched, wondering how Adair was still alive after so many countless days of continuous work. If it were him, he would have broken down already and prayed that the God of Light would accept his soul a little early. It was a good thing his captain was a sensible man unlike that ungrateful, pathetic, unreasonable, irrational, unbelievably beautiful, long-haired walking heartthrob.
…That, that's not how I think!
Those thoughts- they couldn’t be his but he soon found his mind filled with images of nothing but Sun’s lips and he seriously pondered if trying for amnesia would erase those images from his head.
He stood, resolute.
Well… here goes nothing. With no other option left, he advanced, put both hands on the wall, took a deep breath and slammed his forehead against it. “Oooh,” he whined, stumbling back. He casted Heal and rubbed the pain away.
That was stupid. Unbelievably, irrationally, unreasonably stupid.
And Sun was still a beautiful, long-haired walking heartthrob.
Dammit!
Whimpering in the manliest way possible, he sat back down in his chair. A second later, he heard the door open and his roommate entered with a tray of steaming tea.
"Hey man- What happened to your forehead?" he asked with a raised brow.
"It's not important." Vidar lowered his hands and gazed at the cups. "Is one of those for me?"
"Go for it, man." The room settled into a comfortable silence as they drank.
The liquid immediately soothed Vidar’s overworked body. He closed his eyes in contentment. His chest sank as he exhaled into the cup through his mouth, heat and the sweet smell of tea leaves blew back at him.
"So..." his roommate started, "Do you know who did it?"
"Did what?" A picture of Sun's plump lips appeared in his mind. Would he remember last night, Vidar wondered absently.
"The Confinement Murder Case. Everyone's talking about it!"
"Hmm," Vidar smiled. "Is that why you brought me tea? Trying to dig information out of me?"
His roommate nodded, "That... and there's a rumor going around that claims you did it. They say you got angry at the prisoner for bad mouthing Knight-Captain Judgment and ended up killing him in your rampage."
The cup returned to the desk with a loud thud, effectively spilling some of its contents over the edge. Vidar turned wide eyes towards the man looking right into his own. "You can't be serious! I'm the Vice-Captain of the Judgment Knight Platoon!"
"So..."
"I didn't do it!"
"Then who did?"
"It-" he paused, remembering his captain's words: Do not say anything until we figure out how the assailant broke in.
He dropped his head. "I can't tell you."
He heard the rustling of fabric and the creak of a bed dipping as his roommate sat down.
A soft mutter came from behind him, "I'm not saying I believe it but you have to admit that you do lash out at people pretty often. You're extremely defensive and impulsive." He paused before continuing with, "The rest of the platoon has your back, man, so hurry up and find out who did this!"
"You don't have to tell me that! I'm just waiting until- hold on, why am I suspected?" Vidar spun around in his chair, eyebrows scrunched together.
His roommate shrugged. "You fed the criminals last night, right? You'd have plenty of time to get the job done and escape."
The tired, baby-faced knight sighed and rubbed his forehead to sooth the oncoming migraine. The calming effects of the tea were wearing off already, it seems.
To think, he would be suspected amongst his own comrades... Honestly, if he did kill someone in anger, he would not have left the evidence behind; especially not in the Judge’s Complex where anyone could walk in.
"I'm going for a walk." Dinner too, he silently added, remembering his promise to meet up with Adair. Maybe his friend would be able to help him cool off. Adair was, unsurprisingly, an amazing source of emotional support. It was no wonder everyone looked up to him.
Getting up, he bid his roommate farewell and left. As he walked to the canteen, he noticed something peculiar about the people he passed. They all avoided his gaze.
Whispers and hushed words were exchanged whenever he walked by a group. Some even avoided him altogether by changing direction and heading back the way they came. He even spotted a few judgment knights dart down a separate corridor as if they didn't want to be seen by him.
Apparently, that stupid rumor had reached full penetration. And it also seemed that only a few close friends would believe his innocence.
I need to see Adair!
Frantically, the black-haired vice-captain rushed even faster to the canteen.
After entering, he did a quick scan of the room. He spotted Adair eating quietly amongst his fellow sun knights. Vidar really didn't want to go over there. People were already starting to leave the room after sending him a wary glance.
He felt jumpy, anxious and stressed. He tried to blend into the wall while struggling to get Adair’s attention at the same time.
As if answering his prayers, the blond soon looked towards his direction. Vidar motioned with his eyes to leave. His friend took the hint instantly and Vidar never so much valued their camaraderie like he did now.
He swept out of the room and turned down a narrow hallway to evade prying eyes.
A minute or two later, he heard footsteps. "Adair!" he cried out.
"Not quite," came a voice that was much higher and very much more dangerous than his friend's.
Dark spots blurred his vision as his feet carried him backwards. "K-knight-Captain S-sun," he stuttered, terrified beyond all belief. He backed up until his body hit the wall. This cannot be happening! First the stupid rumor and now this- did he do something to angry the God of Light? Was this repentance for torturing criminals?
He trembled as sweat started forming, rolling down his temple. He shut his eyes tightly, swallowed thickly, and braced for the impending punch that never came.
"Come," Sun ordered simply, his tone anything but sweet. The man walked passed him, leading them to a more secluded place. Vidar followed, trying with all his might to suck it up and not flee- as if he actually could get away from the devil-in-disguise with all four limbs and his head intact.
…
A/N: 1st, Like all my oc’s to this date, Adair’s roommate doesn’t have a name. He is not a main character and I can only think of him as the type to listen silently and give advice when asked. For some reason he likes to say the word “man” at the end of his sentences- I don’t know why! He shouldn’t even be there, let alone allowed to have his own thing. Please, someone shoot the guy with an arrow. I would think vice-captains got their own rooms so I can’t even imagine how Vidar ended up with one.
2nd, Point out any spelling/grammar mistakes you see. I was ready to upload it but chose to go back and read it over before I did. I ended up adding quite a few paragraphs and changing some sentences so even if I’ve read the whole thing over it probably still has many mistakes.
3rd, After the edit, this has turned into a mystery fic- that was so Not supposed to happen. This is entirely different from what my mind wanted and I can only blame my fingers for typing something so off course from the original dream. That’s not to say I am not curious to see what happens, hopefully you guys are too!
Farewell my beautiful kittens~ (am I high or something? What the hell!)
Author: 100thAngel
Pairing: VidarXSun
Rating: T (for now...)
Warnings: Yaoi, swearing
Summary: Falling for the wind would be easier than getting it on with the Sun Knight, but Vidar could try.
Disclaimer: LSK is owned by Yu Wo for whom I am not
†Falling for the Wind†
The wind tousled his black locks in front of his eyes. He flicked them away, determined to focus on the path before him. A gust blew them back over his face, restricting his view once more.
Agitated slightly, dark eyes glared through the strands, chubby cheeks and pouty frown effectively stunting his intent to look intimidating. Just as well, his short stature only served to add to the fact that he looked more like an angered child than a fearsome knight.
His horse gave a snort of derision as if to say, “You can never imitate your captain no matter how much you try.” He ignored the creature.
One of these days he'll be 6-feet tall like the rest of his platoon; he drinks his daily dose of milk without fail! His determination to grow taller could rival Adair’s proficiency as a knight-slash-butler.
He heard another snort from his horse- the damnable thing...
Just as he was about to (lightly) kick it in retaliation, his captain called for him. The knight jerked his head to the side and gave full attention to his superior.
His captain also wore a frown as he glared ahead but unlike Vidar, he looked fearsome. Black robes flared out, hair shaped his face, not daring to block his vision, and aura the embodiment of true power.
Vidar almost swooned. Oh, his captain was impressive. Impressive and mature- unlike that scrawny imposture of a knight who called himself Sun, the head of the Holy Temple, sitting in a position higher than that of his exceptional captain. Vidar’s lips turned down further at the thought of the man.
“Yes Captain!?” he bellowed to be heard over the strong winds. Hair threatened to seek shelter inside his open mouth.
The Judgment Knight gestured ahead. Vidar heard the shouts before he saw two men throwing punches at each other. A fight had broken out in the center of the plaza.
Vidar kicked his horse, intending to quickly settle the dispute when another shout was heard- this one coming from the other side of an alley to his left. He could just barely make out a man hovering above a young lady.
“Knight-Captain Judgment, let me handle them!” Vidar pointed in their direction, already moving towards the house the couple was fighting in front of. Judgment gave a stiff nod and took the rest of the platoon to go break up the two men.
Vidar raced through the short alleyway and reached the couple in record time. “Hey!” he shouted, coming to a stop. Neither of them paid him any mind. He climbed off his horse and shouted again. Still nothing.
Vidar felt his anger rise gradually but that wouldn't do; Judgment was always berating him for losing control so easily.
“I hate you, you goddamn bitch!” The man screamed.
“Go die in a ditch, bastard!” The woman retaliated in just as much fervor.
With quick movements, the man yanked the woman towards him and Vidar moved forward to stop the impending punch. He froze, however, when instead, the man wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her heatedly. The woman responded just as passionately.
“Haa… Fuck. Hate you- ngh!”
“Yeah, baby. Hate me more.” The door was almost knocked down in their haste to get inside. Vidar stared, stupefied.
“Don’t worry about them, kid,” the shopkeeper on the other side of the street called out. Vidar cast him a confused look. The shopkeeper spit on the ground before explaining in an unpleasantly grating voice, “Those two are always fighting, always making up in bed right after. Don’t let it get to you.” He waved a hand in dismissal.
“But… why?” Vidar found himself asking. He pouted cutely in incomprehension.
The old man shrugged, “Makes things more exciting, I guess. Hate is just another form of love after all.”
Before the knight could further ponder this phenomenon, he was once again called for by his captain, “Vidar!”
“Coming,” Vidar nodded towards the shopkeeper in appreciation before steering his horse back to his captain and waiting platoon.
†
That night Vidar was walking back to his room after a late dinner. He had to feed the criminals in their cells before going to the canteen himself. By the time he had left, the sky had grown dark and the halls were mostly empty. He was alone in one of the hallways when someone else rounded the corner at the end. His eyes narrowed when they caught sight of Knight-Captain Sun.
Sun smiled as they moved closer, “Why Radar, has the benevolent God of Light inspired you to visit the prayer room before retiring for the night?” To anyone else, those words and that smile would be considered a nice pleasantry- with Vidar, it only served to make his blood boil.
“It’s Vidar!” he yelled, his voice echoing down the spacious corridor. He stopped in front of Sun and folded his arms, a pout forming on his lips without his warrant, cheeks puffed out childishly.
Vidar glared as a chuckle left Sun’s throat.
He couldn’t understand why his captain put up with this person. If asked who would win in a battle between the Judgment Knight and Sun Knight, then 99.9% of the population in the Holy Temple would side with Knight-Captain Judgment; the .1% who would bet on Knight-Captain Sun would be Adair and the rest of the Sun Knight Platoon, but that was beside the point. The point was, Sun couldn’t even wield a sword properly! What kind of knight can’t use a sword? Knight-Captain Judgment would definitely make a better leader of the Holy Temple than him.
“I wonder what Judgment would think if he saw you pouting,” Sun mumbled as he moved to pass by.
In a moment of unsuppressed anger, Vidar reached out, caught Sun by the arm and used his stronger body to force the other against the stone wall. Years of being called Radar, years of being look down on, years of being disrespected, mistreated, used... everything had accumulated so much hate for this single person that Vidar had lost all sense of reason when he moved closer and forced his lips on parted ones.
It was only after the deed was done did he realized his mistake...
Eh? What am I doing... I- I'm kissing a man- I'm kissing the Sun Knight! Ahhhh! What do I do? Oh, oh my gosh- oh my... blueberry jam?
Huh?
His mind went blank and he inhaled the sweet smell. If anything, he would have thought Sun to taste of apples- after all, apples were the Sun Knight's favorite food. This was a rather shocking revelation, not that the Sun Knight wasn’t allowed to enjoy other fruit.
His lips weren’t chapped like a man’s lips either. Along with the faint fruity taste, Vidar could have easily closed his eyes and imagined locking lips with a beautiful cleric.
Yes, a beautiful cleric with soft, pale skin and long silky hair. Vidar’s eyes closed just enough to blur the image in front of him.
Ah, there we go, that was better. Kissing a girl was really nice indeed. Just like that, Vidar forgot entirely that he was with a man and let his hormones take over.
He drew his hands up and placed one on a hip and the other on a scrawny shoulder, not having much experience on what one was supposed to do when kissing. Vaguely, he remembered Adair telling him that females liked to be pampered, showered with compliments, and loved gently through the night. With that in mind, he snaked an arm carefully around the thin waist. There.
That was good enough. He closed his eyes firmly, pressing closer with his whole body.
Then he remembered- Ah! Shouldn’t I be moving my lips and, and my palm is still resting on her shoulder! Wahh~ what should I do!?
Right, I can't let her think that this is my first kiss so I need to do something quickly.
Grunting lowly, he first, awkwardly enough, slid his palm down from the shoulder, paused and moved it back up. Shit! Where do I put it? After a brief internal struggle, he lifted the appendage entirely off and placed it on the girl’s pretty cheek… no, that didn’t feel right either. Maybe if he…
Almost instinctively, the knight reached around to the other's nape. From there he angled the hand so that his fingers could comb through the long hair. There. Now that, that felt good; one arm around the waist and one hand engulfed in silk. Perfect. Just per- but wait! He still wasn’t moving his lips! They were just there, not doing anything!
Tentatively, Vidar pulled away an inch and then pressed forward again. He repeated this same action a number of times, each time angling his head further to one side. He opened his mouth just enough to cover the girl's lips, breathed, and slowly slid away. Again and again until he swore he could recall everything there was to remember about the touch, the smell, the plump, full, dry but soft cushions.
Feeling a little more confident now, Vidar wet his own lips and then swept the appendage over his partner's.
God.
He nearly moaned in pleasure. No, wait, he did. Loudly. But come on, it was a wonderful feeling to touch someone so intimately. There was no haste, no raw sexual lust, just innocent, childish experimenting. And desire.
It was good, so good and even though it was the dead of night, Vidar heard the sound of twittering birds and romantic music. He saw the silhouette of a thin woman with long hair flowing gently in the breeze and cherry blossoms dancing and Vidar raced forward, up a hill of green, green grass to the tree and to his beloved. Yes, there, at the top, his beloved was beckoning him forward with outstretched arms that Vidar so wanted wrapped around his neck, inviting and promising and all he ached for was for the two of them to press so tightly together that not an inch of space separated their beating hearts. And then they would kiss and Vidar would look into sky blue eyes and whisper, "Sun..."
…
…
…
Oh. My. FUCK!
Vidar jumped away and backed up until his back hit the wall on the other side of the corridor, his eyes wider than as if he'd seen his captain making out with a dragon in the middle of a candy store, his body an uncontrollable, quivering mess of shivers. He sank to the ground, knees as weak as jelly.
He stammered out, "I-I-I" but couldn’t formulate words because this was Sun and they were guys and his tongue had... Oh, god.
Oh. My. God.
It was official; he was a dead man walking with a big red target on his back and a sign around his neck that read, "Sun Knight's Punching Bag. If still alive within a month, please have mercy and send to an execution site so that a peaceful death by way of hanging can occur."
But surely Knight-Captain Judgment wouldn't let him perish because of one little mistake, right? Right?!
Someone help me!
On the verge of tears, the baby-faced knight pushed himself up using the wall as leverage. He was still trembling as he heard the sound of something crash to the floor.
It was Sun. An unconscious, wide-eyed, statue who didn't wake up even as his head bounced off the floor.
Vidar blinked, suddenly not feeling so scared anymore. Maybe this was his chance, he wondered. This was his chance to run away from the Holy Temple and escape to the mountains where he would disguise himself as a hermit and live the rest of his life in justifiable fear.
But Vidar knew he couldn't do that. He had already told Adair his plans for if he ever became a victim of the Sun Knight and Adair had clearly stated that it would never work. He would be tracked down before he could even reach the base of the mountains.
Boo hoo! I don't want to die yet!
If he couldn't run away, then maybe he could fake it. Maybe he could heal the nasty bump on Sun's head, carry him to his room, lay him down on his bed, and make it seem like all one big, lousy dream. Vidar would avoid the other for a couple of weeks, not too hard considering they worked in two different factions, and continue getting angry at having his name butchered. No one would be the wiser. No hangings, no hermits, no, everything would go back to the way it was supposed to be.
With his thoughts finally collected, Vidar hesitantly stepped forward and casted a weak Heal on Sun's head, thankful that it wasn't bleeding. Next he gathered Sun into his arms, looked down the empty hallway and made a mad dash to the Twelve Holy Knight's rooms.
After struggling to open the door while his arms were still occupied by a full grown man and his body hypertensive to any approaching persons, Vidar deposited said man on the white sheets. He took off Sun's boots and unbuttoned his shirt a little bit, having already hung up the knee-length overcoat. Finally he pulled the covers over the immobile form and tip-toed out of the room, making sure to shut the door gently.
Once he heard the satisfying click of the door being shut, he heaved a long overdue sigh. Just thinking of all the trouble he'd be in if anyone found out about what transpired tonight put his mind in disorder. He could only hope that tomorrow he wouldn't wake up in a tub of boiling acid with the Sun Knight looming over the edge wearing a devious grin on his face.
Oh, I'm going to have terrible nightmares tonight.
Yes you will, Vidar, very, very scary nightmares. Dear readers, please nod your head if you agree.
~TBC~
A/N: So? Is everybody nodding their heads? Fantastic.
This was supposed to be a two-shot but somehow my fingers started typing out a scene that had nothing to do with the story and my mind decided that it would add “depth” to the story so… I’ll post this in the meantime and continue writing chapter two.
~Call my name once softly~
~Hold my hands more gently~
~Whisper your dark intentions~
~Of cravings and extensions~
~Wrap your arms around me~
~Promises spoken, there'll be~
~Run your hands down my chest~
~Slowly, as if possessed~
~Catch me in a short breath~
~Smother my soul to death~
~Lay me down with practiced ease~
And…
~Devour me with sharp teeth~
†††
Vidar awoke with a start. Sitting up, he threw the blankets off hurriedly. His breath was labored and heavy and he could feel the hardness of the bed underneath him, dampened by cold sweat. He swallowed once, calmed, and leaned back against the pillow, breathing just a bit easier now.
He groaned, flustered. That was certainly not the nightmare he was expecting. And Sun was on top for crying out loud! That scrawny, can’t-swing-a-sword-to-save-his-life Sun was on top- of him!
By god, he was messed up- abnormally so. A screw must have come loose somewhere in his brain. If only he could bump his head and get amnesia.
…Wait a minute.
Vidar turned to look at the stone wall beside his bed contemplatively. Perhaps he could...
Nah, he dismissed. There would be pain but no guarantee of memory loss.
Sighing, he huddled into himself. As he closed his eyes, a picture of Sun appeared.
His long blond hair was cascading down a pale, smooth back, tantalizingly sweeping over two round mounds of squishy flesh while a few particular strands fell over a small shoulder and pressed lightly against a flat chest, concealing a pert, pink, succulent bud from view.
Hips rolled in a rhythmic motion, rocking from side to side, swaying to an unknown beat before he was suddenly bending over at the waist and fingertips were touching the floor just so gracefully. And hair swung with the movement, pooling down one side and brushing the ground. Then slowly, sensually, the hands were gliding up a slender leg, passing over a red knee and finally skimming along a pale, delicious thigh.
Up…
Swallow.
Up…
Inhale.
Up…
Then- more...
A chuckle met his ears. He didn't care. It sounded like music. Beautiful.
The vixen paused, grinned, and then white nails were scraping, caressing, and leaving behind red lines in their wake- and heat was accumulating in a place it shouldn't be.
The fingertips abruptly came to a stop at a jutting hipbone, thumb rubbing small circles. Then they were massaging and trailing towards a far more pleasurable place and low moans at last filled the air. Now at full height, eyes glowed with passion and warmth and promises of just how dirty he could really play as they stared straight into his own.
Then knees and palms were on the floor, prowling and crawling closer, closer and a moist tongue was sweeping across ruby lips and breathe...
He had to breathe.
Oh dear Lord, have mercy!
“Nngh… Vidar?” Vidar jumped and looked across the room to his roommate. He was sitting up in bed and rubbing closed eyes.
“It’s nothing. Go back to sleep.” Vidar soothed quietly. He considered doing the same but really didn’t think he could with the bed as damp as it was. Rolling out of it he muttered a quick, “Need to use the toilet,” grabbed a shirt and left.
He visited the bathroom first before taking a walk down random hallways, trying to get the perverted images out of his mind. However, every time he blinked, blue eyes would appear, every time he inhaled, the scent of blueberries engulfed him, every time he took a step forward, he thought of fair skin as delicate as snow and he felt an almost gravitational pull towards the room belonging to the man in his dreams.
Hormones, he concluded. Because that was just it.
There were no feelings other than the want to touch bare skin and hear a cacophony of moans. Perhaps this was what they felt- the couple from yesterday afternoon. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling to want. But it was bad to want the Sun Knight.
He absolutely hated the man! But… hate is just another form of love after all and boy did he hate.
Hate.
Hate.
Hate!
He hated how much he wanted that same intimacy. He hated how much he wanted to touch Sun and kiss him senseless. He hated how things would never work out, how a relationship involving a man was just so wrong.
But above all, he hated how…
“I want to see him.” Yes, that was it, he finally admitted, footsteps slowing to a halt. His head dropped and shoulders hunched forward, miserably.
So lost in thought, he was caught off guard when he heard another voice coming from down the hall, “Vidar? What are you doing up?”
Looking ahead he voiced in surprised, “I could ask the same of you, Adair. The sun has yet to rise.”
Adair smiled sheepishly and lifted his arms higher, showing off the huge pile of documents in his arms.
They stopped when they met at the middle of the long hall. Vidar grimaced as he declared, “That’s the Sun Knight’s paperwork, isn’t it?” Although he really didn’t need to ask, everyone knew the truth. He continued instead with, “Did you get any sleep?” Vidar was fully prepared when his friend shook his head, smile still gracing his lips.
“I need to file these before rounding up the Sun Knight Platoon for practice and then I need to be back in time to prepare Captain’s breakfast. I’ll make sure to go to sleep early tonight.”
“That’s not fair!" Vidar yelled angrily, "Your captain doesn’t do anything! How can you just take this kind of treatment without getting anything in return?!” He felt his heart beat quicker in loathing. His friend was doing so much for a guy who just lazed around all day. The least Adair could do was get fed up with it.
He thought hard to recall a memory wherein his friend became angry but Adair was associated with the Sun Knight- and the bastard once again invaded his mind. This was seriously starting to become unbearable. His fury grew to new heights.
“Vidar…” Adair started, upturned lips warming the look in his eyes. In a pacifying tone he said, "I know it seems like a lot of work but it could never compare to what Captain goes through." And Vidar heard true loyalty and love in that voice. "You should give him a chance, get to know him better."
"There's no way I can get along with that guy! You're wasting your time here, go file your damn papers." It was unjust, he knew, to yell at Adair when he was just doing his job- more than his job. Hell, the guy could easily take over the title of Sun Knight and they could finally kick that good-for-nothing off his throne. It would be much better if his friend took over.
Adair looked almost sad as he nodded and brushed passed his shoulder but before he went too far he asked, "I'll see you at dinner?"
Great. Now he felt like a giant douche bag for mouthing off at his best friend. With his head down again he replied, "...Yeah. See you at dinner. Take a nap when you can..."
Feeling miserable after that experience, Vidar returned to his room. He wasn’t able to get anymore sleep but managed to relaxed until the time when he had to be up. His thoughts mostly revolved around "you know who" as he was quickly, but unhappily, coming accustomed to.
†
“Vidar,” Knight-Captain Judgment called as the two entered the hallway containing a number of confinement chambers. These particular chambers were often used for petty criminals such as lowlife thieves and drunkards who caused the destruction of property or harassed fair ladies. Each cell, around ten in total, was small and accessible by wooden doors instead of bars like most dungeons. The inside held neither cot nor hay to sleep on and had no windows either. This was to instill fear so that the criminals would not commit the same mistake again.
Each judgment knight had experienced being inside these rooms for a night during their training days. Needless to say, they were too scared to even think about committing a sin afterward. There was no light inside, not even a hand in front of your face was visible. You were caged like a rabbit, waiting for death. It didn’t matter in what way you turned; you were met only by walls.
The floor felt moldy and somehow damp, cold to the touch and so very hard. Most didn’t end up sleeping that night.
The walls may have been thick stone but one could still hear the sounds from outside. Someone would always end up crying in despair, but that was not all. There were sounds of chains rattling and a slam of a door as someone entered and walked down the hall. The illumination of a candle followed the footsteps and the occupants felt guarded whenever the person stopped, relieved when they continued to the next cell a minute later.
The judgment knights-in-training swore that their senior knights were playing with them by creating such a disturbing atmosphere and promised to treat their juniors the same as some sort of makeshift revenge.
Judgment and Vidar came to a stop in front of a door near the end of the hall and Vidar rushed forward to unlock it.
The inside was devoid of humans, however a foul presence still lingered. The shorter of the two pinched his nose, the smell of decay and something else was exceptionally high. On the far wall, dried blood caked the stones and floor.
The guards keeping watch last night had found the body of one of their prisoners stabbed to death in this very room. The interval for when the murder took place was sometime after Vidar had fed the criminals and an hour before sunrise. The body had been removed earlier but the scene was still left to examine. Until now, that is.
Stepping carefully, they entered. Vidar lifted his scarf over his nose so that he could use both hands to search for clues and still breathe. He first inspected the door, looking for any tampering. Finding nothing there, he moved to the walls, looking into each crevasse for a weapon of some sort or a hint as to how someone could get in and out of a locked room without damaging the chamber. On the other side, Judgment was fingering the stones as well, knocking on each one and listening to any abnormal sounds. Seeing this, Vidar tried to do the same.
The stones were solid and cool against his skin. He raked his nails down one and watched the white line that was left in its place. His nails tingled a little from the sensation (and he recalled Sun drawing a scarlet line across soft, unblemished-).
Feeling slightly down at finding nothing of interest, he turned to report. He found Judgment inspecting one large stone intently. “Captain?”
“Come here and feel this.”
Saying nothing else, Vidar walked forward and ran his palm along the stone. He didn’t feel anything that was particularly different from all the others. “Captain…”
Judgment nodded as if Vidar had figured it out. “It’s magic.”
“…”
His captain stepped forward and knocked on the stone. It echoed. Vidar’s eyes widened as he tested it out himself. Sure enough, a loud echo filled the small room.
“Let’s tell the Pope and have him… find a magic specialist to help us.”
“Yes sir!” He didn’t question the pause, knowing it would be a fruitless inquiry.
†
Vidar leaned back in his chair, having just returned to his quarters after a long day of investigation. He felt tired. When he blinked, he could feel water gather at the corner of his eyes. He rubbed the uncomfortable feeling away and yawned.
His head also felt a little dizzy from lack of sleep, body worn and drained. He stretched, wondering how Adair was still alive after so many countless days of continuous work. If it were him, he would have broken down already and prayed that the God of Light would accept his soul a little early. It was a good thing his captain was a sensible man unlike that ungrateful, pathetic, unreasonable, irrational, unbelievably beautiful, long-haired walking heartthrob.
…That, that's not how I think!
Those thoughts- they couldn’t be his but he soon found his mind filled with images of nothing but Sun’s lips and he seriously pondered if trying for amnesia would erase those images from his head.
He stood, resolute.
Well… here goes nothing. With no other option left, he advanced, put both hands on the wall, took a deep breath and slammed his forehead against it. “Oooh,” he whined, stumbling back. He casted Heal and rubbed the pain away.
That was stupid. Unbelievably, irrationally, unreasonably stupid.
And Sun was still a beautiful, long-haired walking heartthrob.
Dammit!
Whimpering in the manliest way possible, he sat back down in his chair. A second later, he heard the door open and his roommate entered with a tray of steaming tea.
"Hey man- What happened to your forehead?" he asked with a raised brow.
"It's not important." Vidar lowered his hands and gazed at the cups. "Is one of those for me?"
"Go for it, man." The room settled into a comfortable silence as they drank.
The liquid immediately soothed Vidar’s overworked body. He closed his eyes in contentment. His chest sank as he exhaled into the cup through his mouth, heat and the sweet smell of tea leaves blew back at him.
"So..." his roommate started, "Do you know who did it?"
"Did what?" A picture of Sun's plump lips appeared in his mind. Would he remember last night, Vidar wondered absently.
"The Confinement Murder Case. Everyone's talking about it!"
"Hmm," Vidar smiled. "Is that why you brought me tea? Trying to dig information out of me?"
His roommate nodded, "That... and there's a rumor going around that claims you did it. They say you got angry at the prisoner for bad mouthing Knight-Captain Judgment and ended up killing him in your rampage."
The cup returned to the desk with a loud thud, effectively spilling some of its contents over the edge. Vidar turned wide eyes towards the man looking right into his own. "You can't be serious! I'm the Vice-Captain of the Judgment Knight Platoon!"
"So..."
"I didn't do it!"
"Then who did?"
"It-" he paused, remembering his captain's words: Do not say anything until we figure out how the assailant broke in.
He dropped his head. "I can't tell you."
He heard the rustling of fabric and the creak of a bed dipping as his roommate sat down.
A soft mutter came from behind him, "I'm not saying I believe it but you have to admit that you do lash out at people pretty often. You're extremely defensive and impulsive." He paused before continuing with, "The rest of the platoon has your back, man, so hurry up and find out who did this!"
"You don't have to tell me that! I'm just waiting until- hold on, why am I suspected?" Vidar spun around in his chair, eyebrows scrunched together.
His roommate shrugged. "You fed the criminals last night, right? You'd have plenty of time to get the job done and escape."
The tired, baby-faced knight sighed and rubbed his forehead to sooth the oncoming migraine. The calming effects of the tea were wearing off already, it seems.
To think, he would be suspected amongst his own comrades... Honestly, if he did kill someone in anger, he would not have left the evidence behind; especially not in the Judge’s Complex where anyone could walk in.
"I'm going for a walk." Dinner too, he silently added, remembering his promise to meet up with Adair. Maybe his friend would be able to help him cool off. Adair was, unsurprisingly, an amazing source of emotional support. It was no wonder everyone looked up to him.
Getting up, he bid his roommate farewell and left. As he walked to the canteen, he noticed something peculiar about the people he passed. They all avoided his gaze.
Whispers and hushed words were exchanged whenever he walked by a group. Some even avoided him altogether by changing direction and heading back the way they came. He even spotted a few judgment knights dart down a separate corridor as if they didn't want to be seen by him.
Apparently, that stupid rumor had reached full penetration. And it also seemed that only a few close friends would believe his innocence.
I need to see Adair!
Frantically, the black-haired vice-captain rushed even faster to the canteen.
After entering, he did a quick scan of the room. He spotted Adair eating quietly amongst his fellow sun knights. Vidar really didn't want to go over there. People were already starting to leave the room after sending him a wary glance.
He felt jumpy, anxious and stressed. He tried to blend into the wall while struggling to get Adair’s attention at the same time.
As if answering his prayers, the blond soon looked towards his direction. Vidar motioned with his eyes to leave. His friend took the hint instantly and Vidar never so much valued their camaraderie like he did now.
He swept out of the room and turned down a narrow hallway to evade prying eyes.
A minute or two later, he heard footsteps. "Adair!" he cried out.
"Not quite," came a voice that was much higher and very much more dangerous than his friend's.
Dark spots blurred his vision as his feet carried him backwards. "K-knight-Captain S-sun," he stuttered, terrified beyond all belief. He backed up until his body hit the wall. This cannot be happening! First the stupid rumor and now this- did he do something to angry the God of Light? Was this repentance for torturing criminals?
He trembled as sweat started forming, rolling down his temple. He shut his eyes tightly, swallowed thickly, and braced for the impending punch that never came.
"Come," Sun ordered simply, his tone anything but sweet. The man walked passed him, leading them to a more secluded place. Vidar followed, trying with all his might to suck it up and not flee- as if he actually could get away from the devil-in-disguise with all four limbs and his head intact.
…
A/N: 1st, Like all my oc’s to this date, Adair’s roommate doesn’t have a name. He is not a main character and I can only think of him as the type to listen silently and give advice when asked. For some reason he likes to say the word “man” at the end of his sentences- I don’t know why! He shouldn’t even be there, let alone allowed to have his own thing. Please, someone shoot the guy with an arrow. I would think vice-captains got their own rooms so I can’t even imagine how Vidar ended up with one.
2nd, Point out any spelling/grammar mistakes you see. I was ready to upload it but chose to go back and read it over before I did. I ended up adding quite a few paragraphs and changing some sentences so even if I’ve read the whole thing over it probably still has many mistakes.
3rd, After the edit, this has turned into a mystery fic- that was so Not supposed to happen. This is entirely different from what my mind wanted and I can only blame my fingers for typing something so off course from the original dream. That’s not to say I am not curious to see what happens, hopefully you guys are too!
Farewell my beautiful kittens~ (am I high or something? What the hell!)