[Legend of Sun Knight] fic: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 3
Title: My Very Own Creature of Darkness - Part 3
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,663
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: The story continues. XD;; Again, with art from kiyutsuna included~. While this isn't co-written, this really should be considered another collaboration. What in the world have you started here, fhaystshilffe!!
Previous part
Part 3
I never thought there would come a day that I would raid through my parents' closet looking for clothes that I could give a creature of darkness that had donned a human appearance. He wasn't just any creature of darkness either. He was, like Georgia had so bluntly put it, a very "hot" creature of darkness. In the daytime, it was all the more surreal to be greeted by him in this appearance, all the easier to forget why anyone had been afraid of him. But I didn't want to forget, to bury all his pain and never acknowledge it. Without the trails of black tears on his face, I could see how fine his cheeks were, and I was half tempted to run my fingers across where the tears used to be. Would his skin be smooth to the touch, or would there be any hint of those markings he had had earlier?
His clothes, however, made him look like some sort of stage actor or cosplayer, like he'd walked straight out of a fantasy show where there were dragons and magic and knights. The look was so him, but unless he were at a convention, people would be staring. While I was sure he'd make heads turn no matter what, at least I could help him blend in more with his clothes. I tried having him wear something of mine, but the sleeves were too short on him, and the shoulders too tight. The pants too looked beyond uncomfortable. I'd stared for a beat too long before I hurriedly blurted, "I'll see if my parents have anything!"
So I quickly sneaked into my parents room while they were both at work, my heart pounding way too fast for some odd reason, and rummaged through their closet. I grabbed some clothes from the back of the closet that I rarely saw my parents wear. I'm sure they won't miss them!
When Roland once again began changing right in front of me, I wondered if I should turn and not watch so openly, oh, there went his shirt, but before I could do so, he actually asked me for help! Couldn't he see how red my face was? I'd always hated this reaction of mine!
"Ceo, how do you wear this..."
I found myself unconsciously reaching for my hair, absent-minded as I played with a strand. It was that name again. Ceo...
He had called me that back in the cemetery, and my first reaction had been to nod. But now that we weren't surrounded by graves beneath the fleeting moonlight, I couldn't help but stop to wonder where he'd gotten that name from. This wasn't a dream or some sort of fairy tale that I'd walked into. In this plain bedroom of mine, there was no Ceo. There was only me.
What if I wasn't enough?
"My name is Theo," I finally said. Even if I wanted to pretend to be this Ceo person, I couldn't.
He stilled. I held my breath. Then, he looked up from the shirt he held and very seriously said, "Theo."
He didn't even say it like a question, but I thought it sounded like he wanted confirmation. So, despite the lump in my throat, despite that things might end before they had even started, I made myself answer him. "Yes, Theo."
"Theo..." He frowned. He glanced down at the shirt in his hands and then back up at me, serious blue eyes fixed on my face. From within those blue eyes reflected me, Theo, not whoever he had been thinking of. What if he hadn't meant to follow me home?
I dropped my hands from my hair and gripped my wrist.
"Theo..." Roland suddenly said with the same serious tone. "How do you wear this?"
When I didn't respond, Roland hesitantly repeated my name again. "Theo?"
I... what in the world had I been worrying over? He had the emotional capacity of a brick! As a means of revenge, I dug through the clothes I'd stolen from my parents and tossed him a different outfit. "If you don't know how to wear that one, wear this instead!"
It was an old outfit of my mom's back from her gangster days, a long black trench coat and dark, baggy pants to go along with it. Roland changed into it. I immediately regretted having him wear it because it fit him too well, and now I wanted to blush again!
"Not good?" Roland asked once he saw my expression.
"No, I mean, yes, I mean, I don't know!" I shouted. When he started to take off the trench coat, however, I immediately shouted, "Wait!"
He stopped mid-motion and regarded me curiously.
As the son of a reporter, we were not at all short on cameras. I grabbed the one my dad had given me as a gift, a fancy old camera he used to use for work but no longer needed after he bought a new one, and hurriedly began snapping pics from every angle.
Roland blinked. Then, he abruptly leaned closer to stare right into the camera.
"Roland!" I protested. "Your face is way too close!"
Now, I had a possibly blurry closeup of Roland's blue eyes and lashes. If only this were a digital camera, I would be able to check! Now, I wouldn't know until I got the photos developed.
Wait, would I have to get my dad to develop these... I'll cross that bridge later!
In any case, we hadn't found something suitable for Roland to wear yet. I handed Roland another outfit, this time one of my dad's. I dearly hoped Dad didn't wear these kinds of pants to work! He already received enough complaints about being too much of a flirt. But I had to thank my dad for even owning something like this because, oh my god did Roland look amazing in leather pants and a silky dress shirt. I was very glad Georgia wasn't around to see this!
However, after putting the clothes on, he held the tie I'd given him and stood there without moving, as if he didn't know what to do with it. Maybe he really didn't. I moved forward and circled the tie around his neck to tie it for him. After I tightened it, I smoothed the tie down and stepped backwards, putting a much more comfortable distance between us. Maybe then my heart would stop beating so crazily fast, like it was about to jump out of my ribcage!
"T-There!" I said. Then, to stop my mind from wandering any farther, I immediately began snapping more pics.
As I had him try out more clothes, I completely lost track of time. I even got him into one of my mom's old dresses, his only reaction being a strange, "Shouldn't this have more frills?"
I didn't know what kind of dress he had in mind, but my mom didn't own anything like it!
It wasn't until we came upon a normal t-shirt, however, that Roland once again paused and asked me, "Theo, how do I wear this?" He had been fine with all the fancier clothes I'd tossed at him. Earlier, I had been too embarrassed to notice the shirt he'd had trouble with putting on, but don't tell me that had been a t-shirt too?
Was it too simple that he didn't know how to put it on or something?
He unbuckled his current jacket and dropped it to the bed.
"Here, lift your hands and..." I started to say and held the shirt up for him.
He knelt down, leaving me quite a view of his broad shoulders. I hurriedly stuck the t-shirt on his head. He pulled his head through it, wisps of his dark blond hair appearing first, followed by the rest of his fine face. Then, he shook his hair out, like what a dog might do to shake the water out of its fur. For a moment, I could not help staring even though we still had to finish getting the shirt on him.
Of course, it just had to be that very moment that the door burst open with a bang. The door hit my wall resoundingly. Although I'd glued a small, soft cushion to the wall to make sure the doorknob wouldn't leave a hole in it, I didn't know how long that would keep my wall intact with my sister around.
"Theo!" she exclaimed and walked into the room. I glanced over like a deer caught in headlights. Clothes were strewn all around us, and I was halfway through helping Roland put on a t-shirt, the very image of "incriminating."
I was just about to explain to Chika that I hadn't developed a dress-up fetish like Dad who always liked sticking us in random clothes when Chika exclaimed, "Bro, I can't believe you brought home a guy!"
Then, she ran out of the room, shouting, "Mom! Dad! Theo brought a guy home!"
"What was that, dear?" I heard our mom ask.
"Theo brought a guy home! And they're doing things that Mom and Dad like to do in the bedroom!"
"What?!" shrieked Dad. That couldn't be anyone but Dad.
Chika and her big mouth! She always blurted things without thinking! And just what was with the way she had phrased that?! Dad was totally going to misunderstand!
I scrambled to get the shirt on Roland before Dad could burst into my room next. How had I lost track of time so badly? I hadn't even known they'd all returned! Chika was supposed to have a soccer match today!
Just as I had expected, Dad flew into my room, thankfully after I'd gotten Roland fully dressed and after I'd tossed all of the other clothes into the closet. Dad demanded, "What in the world is going on here?"
"Uh, Dad, this is Roland," I introduced, trying not to sound too out of breath.
"Hello," Roland said and bowed, hand over his chest. "I am indebted to your son for allowing a creature such as I to join your humble family."
I planted my face in my hands.
Roland! You don't have to be so formal! How was I to explain myself out of this now?!
to be continued
So initially, I thought Chikus might've been reborn as a guy, but nah. Hehe, our dear Blaze is always great for interrupting at the worst time. :D
BTW, here's Chika. XD She is totally a tomboy.
Next part
Fandom: The Legend of Sun Knight
Words: 1,663
Summary: If it weren't because my friends had dared me to touch the gravestones, I would never have set even one foot in the cemetery. Ceo/Roland, reincarnation, sequel to A Slice of Wedding Cake
Notes: The story continues. XD;; Again, with art from kiyutsuna included~. While this isn't co-written, this really should be considered another collaboration. What in the world have you started here, fhaystshilffe!!
Previous part
Part 3
I never thought there would come a day that I would raid through my parents' closet looking for clothes that I could give a creature of darkness that had donned a human appearance. He wasn't just any creature of darkness either. He was, like Georgia had so bluntly put it, a very "hot" creature of darkness. In the daytime, it was all the more surreal to be greeted by him in this appearance, all the easier to forget why anyone had been afraid of him. But I didn't want to forget, to bury all his pain and never acknowledge it. Without the trails of black tears on his face, I could see how fine his cheeks were, and I was half tempted to run my fingers across where the tears used to be. Would his skin be smooth to the touch, or would there be any hint of those markings he had had earlier?
His clothes, however, made him look like some sort of stage actor or cosplayer, like he'd walked straight out of a fantasy show where there were dragons and magic and knights. The look was so him, but unless he were at a convention, people would be staring. While I was sure he'd make heads turn no matter what, at least I could help him blend in more with his clothes. I tried having him wear something of mine, but the sleeves were too short on him, and the shoulders too tight. The pants too looked beyond uncomfortable. I'd stared for a beat too long before I hurriedly blurted, "I'll see if my parents have anything!"
So I quickly sneaked into my parents room while they were both at work, my heart pounding way too fast for some odd reason, and rummaged through their closet. I grabbed some clothes from the back of the closet that I rarely saw my parents wear. I'm sure they won't miss them!
When Roland once again began changing right in front of me, I wondered if I should turn and not watch so openly, oh, there went his shirt, but before I could do so, he actually asked me for help! Couldn't he see how red my face was? I'd always hated this reaction of mine!
"Ceo, how do you wear this..."
I found myself unconsciously reaching for my hair, absent-minded as I played with a strand. It was that name again. Ceo...
He had called me that back in the cemetery, and my first reaction had been to nod. But now that we weren't surrounded by graves beneath the fleeting moonlight, I couldn't help but stop to wonder where he'd gotten that name from. This wasn't a dream or some sort of fairy tale that I'd walked into. In this plain bedroom of mine, there was no Ceo. There was only me.
What if I wasn't enough?
"My name is Theo," I finally said. Even if I wanted to pretend to be this Ceo person, I couldn't.
He stilled. I held my breath. Then, he looked up from the shirt he held and very seriously said, "Theo."
He didn't even say it like a question, but I thought it sounded like he wanted confirmation. So, despite the lump in my throat, despite that things might end before they had even started, I made myself answer him. "Yes, Theo."
"Theo..." He frowned. He glanced down at the shirt in his hands and then back up at me, serious blue eyes fixed on my face. From within those blue eyes reflected me, Theo, not whoever he had been thinking of. What if he hadn't meant to follow me home?
I dropped my hands from my hair and gripped my wrist.
"Theo..." Roland suddenly said with the same serious tone. "How do you wear this?"
When I didn't respond, Roland hesitantly repeated my name again. "Theo?"
I... what in the world had I been worrying over? He had the emotional capacity of a brick! As a means of revenge, I dug through the clothes I'd stolen from my parents and tossed him a different outfit. "If you don't know how to wear that one, wear this instead!"
It was an old outfit of my mom's back from her gangster days, a long black trench coat and dark, baggy pants to go along with it. Roland changed into it. I immediately regretted having him wear it because it fit him too well, and now I wanted to blush again!
"Not good?" Roland asked once he saw my expression.
"No, I mean, yes, I mean, I don't know!" I shouted. When he started to take off the trench coat, however, I immediately shouted, "Wait!"
He stopped mid-motion and regarded me curiously.
As the son of a reporter, we were not at all short on cameras. I grabbed the one my dad had given me as a gift, a fancy old camera he used to use for work but no longer needed after he bought a new one, and hurriedly began snapping pics from every angle.
Roland blinked. Then, he abruptly leaned closer to stare right into the camera.
"Roland!" I protested. "Your face is way too close!"
Now, I had a possibly blurry closeup of Roland's blue eyes and lashes. If only this were a digital camera, I would be able to check! Now, I wouldn't know until I got the photos developed.
Wait, would I have to get my dad to develop these... I'll cross that bridge later!
In any case, we hadn't found something suitable for Roland to wear yet. I handed Roland another outfit, this time one of my dad's. I dearly hoped Dad didn't wear these kinds of pants to work! He already received enough complaints about being too much of a flirt. But I had to thank my dad for even owning something like this because, oh my god did Roland look amazing in leather pants and a silky dress shirt. I was very glad Georgia wasn't around to see this!
However, after putting the clothes on, he held the tie I'd given him and stood there without moving, as if he didn't know what to do with it. Maybe he really didn't. I moved forward and circled the tie around his neck to tie it for him. After I tightened it, I smoothed the tie down and stepped backwards, putting a much more comfortable distance between us. Maybe then my heart would stop beating so crazily fast, like it was about to jump out of my ribcage!
"T-There!" I said. Then, to stop my mind from wandering any farther, I immediately began snapping more pics.
As I had him try out more clothes, I completely lost track of time. I even got him into one of my mom's old dresses, his only reaction being a strange, "Shouldn't this have more frills?"
I didn't know what kind of dress he had in mind, but my mom didn't own anything like it!
It wasn't until we came upon a normal t-shirt, however, that Roland once again paused and asked me, "Theo, how do I wear this?" He had been fine with all the fancier clothes I'd tossed at him. Earlier, I had been too embarrassed to notice the shirt he'd had trouble with putting on, but don't tell me that had been a t-shirt too?
Was it too simple that he didn't know how to put it on or something?
He unbuckled his current jacket and dropped it to the bed.
"Here, lift your hands and..." I started to say and held the shirt up for him.
He knelt down, leaving me quite a view of his broad shoulders. I hurriedly stuck the t-shirt on his head. He pulled his head through it, wisps of his dark blond hair appearing first, followed by the rest of his fine face. Then, he shook his hair out, like what a dog might do to shake the water out of its fur. For a moment, I could not help staring even though we still had to finish getting the shirt on him.
Of course, it just had to be that very moment that the door burst open with a bang. The door hit my wall resoundingly. Although I'd glued a small, soft cushion to the wall to make sure the doorknob wouldn't leave a hole in it, I didn't know how long that would keep my wall intact with my sister around.
"Theo!" she exclaimed and walked into the room. I glanced over like a deer caught in headlights. Clothes were strewn all around us, and I was halfway through helping Roland put on a t-shirt, the very image of "incriminating."
I was just about to explain to Chika that I hadn't developed a dress-up fetish like Dad who always liked sticking us in random clothes when Chika exclaimed, "Bro, I can't believe you brought home a guy!"
Then, she ran out of the room, shouting, "Mom! Dad! Theo brought a guy home!"
"What was that, dear?" I heard our mom ask.
"Theo brought a guy home! And they're doing things that Mom and Dad like to do in the bedroom!"
"What?!" shrieked Dad. That couldn't be anyone but Dad.
Chika and her big mouth! She always blurted things without thinking! And just what was with the way she had phrased that?! Dad was totally going to misunderstand!
I scrambled to get the shirt on Roland before Dad could burst into my room next. How had I lost track of time so badly? I hadn't even known they'd all returned! Chika was supposed to have a soccer match today!
Just as I had expected, Dad flew into my room, thankfully after I'd gotten Roland fully dressed and after I'd tossed all of the other clothes into the closet. Dad demanded, "What in the world is going on here?"
"Uh, Dad, this is Roland," I introduced, trying not to sound too out of breath.
"Hello," Roland said and bowed, hand over his chest. "I am indebted to your son for allowing a creature such as I to join your humble family."
I planted my face in my hands.
Roland! You don't have to be so formal! How was I to explain myself out of this now?!
to be continued
So initially, I thought Chikus might've been reborn as a guy, but nah. Hehe, our dear Blaze is always great for interrupting at the worst time. :D
BTW, here's Chika. XD She is totally a tomboy.
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