[REVISED] Tied Fates 5/?

[hydraheiress]

i. story by: hydraheiress
ii. pairing: yunjae, yoosu
iii. genre: romance, drama, fluff, humor, highschool, fantasy, supernatural
iv. length: chaptered|series
v. rating: nc-17
vi. summary: Kim Jaejoong is a normal high school student who's respected by his schoolmates, adored by his teachers, had excellent grades, stunningly good looks and awesome friends. Yoochun, his bestfriend in particular had an unhealthy knack of going psycho over his fans, admirers and the like. Jaejoong treasured his friends and is happy with how his life is turning out. But there was always that feeling in his heart that he couldn't shake off. The feeling that somehow he knew that there was something missing in his life. It was then at that one fateful night when he crossed paths with that certain someone that Jaejoong began to understand, that his life wasn't as normal as he had initially thought it should have been.



chapter five

What are you giving me a knife for?” Jaejoong exclaimed, mouth gaping open in disbelief. Yunho smiled and explained that it was Jaejoong’s personal property in his previous life and that it was just right to be giving it back. That instantly got Jaejoong into thinking just exactly what kind of person he was before. Yunho clarified that it was for fighting purposes and for a split moment Jaejoong thought he read his mind.

Yunho grinned. “I didn’t read your mind. I just know how you think.” He assured while handing him a pair of thin framed glasses. Jaejoong eyed him suspiciously. “Oh and that’s still yours.” Yunho added, gesturing at the material. “And it’s not a knife Joongie, it’s a double edged dagger. You carried this with you all the time.”

Jaejoong blinked. Fighting purposes? He blinked again. Carried it with him all the time? And what difference did it make if it was a knife or a dagger anyway? It was still weird.

Suddenly seeing Kim Heechul, Student Council Vice President at the corner of his eye, Jaejoong mentally shook the questions in his head and tucked the knife in its holster before burrowing it deep in his pockets. He brought the glasses to his face and pushed it against the bridge of his nose. Huh. Somehow, it felt awfully familiar.

Jaejoong politely bowed in acknowledgment at Heechul's approaching figure. Heechul bowed his head briefly at him in return. Jaejoong's eyebrows furrowed into a frown however, when he abruptly stopped in front of Yunho.

"If you wouldn't mind Jaejoong-sshi I need to speak with Mr. Jung here regarding his absences for the past week. The school administration insisted that he reported to the Dean's office."

Jaejoong nodded his head in understanding at the situation and watched as Heechul took hold of Yunho's arm. He sighed and headed for the direction of their class. But then Yunho’s sudden ‘Wait. Wai-wai-wai-wait.’ phrase filled his ears. Turning his body around, Jaejoong's eyes widened in surprise when Yunho was instantly in his personal space, palming his face in his hands, leaning in. A soft "oomf" sound escaped him as Yunho meshed their lips together in a passionate kiss. And when his tongue filled his mouth, Jaejoong once again forgot how to breathe.

When they parted, Jaejoong's eyes had grown darker as he panted for air, fingers ghosting over red swollen lips, staring at Yunho's face while the other began walking backwards, mischievously grinning at him.

Jaejoong adjusted his glasses, fighting off the blush that was beginning to creep up his cheeks at the memory. He was lounging by the school gates with his friends, Junsu and Changmin as they waited for Yoochun and Yunho to return from their meeting with the teacher.

"You're blushing." Chagmin pointed out beside him. Jaejoong nearly fell off the railing that they were currently sitting on. He craned his neck and glared at the other’s smirking face.

"I bet he's thinking about Jung Yunho." Junsu helpfully admonished at his other side. "Spill hyung. Who is he seriously?" Jaejoong scowled. Were they ganging up on him? "Chunnie said that he's never seen him before and you two knew each other way back when you were both still in diapers so uuuhhh, when, where and how exactly did you meet the guy?" Junsu sighed. "Because you know, Chun keeps bitching that Yunho's bad news."

Jaejoong rolled his eyes. “Chunnie always thinks anyone that comes within walking range with me is bad news.”

"What's up with the glasses anyway?" Changmin chided in and made a move to pull the material off his face.

Jaejoong quickly swatted his hand. "Hey, watch it!"

"Ow! What'd you hit me for?" Changmin groused, flicking his wrist with a pained expression. He examined his skin and groaned when he saw the red mark. "Hyung, I'm so going to sue you for physical injuries." he said, pouting.

"God Min ah, you are such a drama queen." Jaejoong sighed, tugging Chagmin's hand and brought it to his lips for a quick kiss. "There, it's all healed you big baby." he grinned and ruffled the youngest’s hair.

"AH! Don't do that!" Changmin protested as he tried to comb his hair back into its usual neatness with his fingers. "Geez hyung, I think I liked you better when you were being emo."

Junsu stretched his arms behind Jaejoong’s body and reached for Chagmin’s head, whacking him. “You can’t seriously mean that, you know how terrible it was dealing with him during those times.”

“I was being sarcastic!” Changmin retorted heatedly, rubbing at his sore head. “And there’s no need to hit me. Eish! I swear, once I am able to attend law school and graduate, I’m going to seriously start filing cases."

“Empty threats Min ah, empty threats.” Junsu sing-songed, deprecatingly. Changmin huffed, crossing his arms against his chest and glared at the setting sky. It sucked to be the youngest. Junsu’s eyes darted to Jaejoong. Jaejoong blinked at him right back while Junsu gestured at the material on his face.

“Oh this?” Jaejoong inquired. Junsu nodded. “Yunho gave it to me.”

Changmin glanced at him. “You don't have any eye problems hyung. What’s he giving you glasses for?”

The beauty pursed his lips in thought. Well, Yunho didn’t exactly have the time to explain what it was for since Heechul practically wrenched him out of his grasp that early afternoon and had instantaneously went to the faculty room along with Yoochun after class had ended. But he figured it might have a valuable use or whatever since Yunho kept it with him all this time, along with dagger he was hiding in his jacket pocket.

Jaejoong shivered, still feeling a wave of unease whenever he gets reminded of its presence.

“Hyung, you still haven’t answered my question as to who he was.” Junsu reminded him.

Both Changmin and Junsu’s questions remained unanswered when they caught sight of Yoochun running towards them with great speed. It quickly dawned on Jaejoong that Yunho was nowhere in sight. A sudden sense of overwhelming worry gripped him. Where the hell was Yunho? Could he be?

'No, he’s fine. Maybe, the teacher asked for him to get left behind to talk about his absences.' Jaejoong quickly told himself, willing the disturbing images his mind began to supply to go away. 'Yunho’s fine. He’s fine.' he chanted in his thoughts as he hopped off the railing and joined his friends in meeting Yoochun.

“About time you showed up.” Junsu said and was about to give Yoochun an earful when the words died on his lips. Yoochun was pale and practically jumped into Junsu's arms the moment he was within his reach.

Junsu staggered backwards at the impact while Jaejoong and Changmin gripped them both upright. It suddenly occurred to Junsu that Yoochun was shaking menacingly in his embrace before sagging to the ground. The words ‘monsters’, ‘blood’ and ‘Yunho’ escaped him as he continued to tremble. “Chunnie? What's wrong?"

“Where’s Yunho?!” Jaejoong bristled, jerking Yoochun away from Junsu and clamped his hands firmly on his shoulders. Yoochun looked like death warmed over. “Chun ah, where’s Yunho?!” he growled in question.

Yoochun stammered, eyes wide open in terror, hands clutching at his arms. "Monster... hyung... he... there... were... Yunho... monsters... he tried to save... tried to save me... they got him... I don’t... they got him!”

“Where the hell is he? Where did you leave him?” Jaejoong thundered - his own eyes wide as he felt a familiar surge of overprotectiveness and hatred coil at the pit of his stomach. “Chun, where the fuck did you leave him?!”

“By…the comfort rooms near…near the Science…” Yoochun swallowed thickly. “…Science Building.”

Gritting his teeth, Jaejoong tore himself away from Yoochun’s tight hold and sprinted towards the mentioned place. Junsu and Changmin kept calling him from behind, but he was not hearing any of it anymore.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Yunho growled, blearily taking in Heechul’s defensive stance in front of him. A staff like weapon was present in his hand while the other held a book. Heechul was murmuring Latin phrases under his breath as one by one the enemy’s demons caught fire. However, there was just too much.

More and more hell hounds materialized out of Chaos’ body and jumped in the air going straight for them.

“What does it look like I’m doing?!” Heechul yelled before preceding with the incantations. 'Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. You’re no fucking match for this Shito yet you still tried to help. Now where would this get you? To the fucking grave!' Heechul inwardly growled as hounds continued to attack from left to right.

Doesn’t this monster ever run out of supply?

A deep amused chuckle was heard. “To have a human save you, has the Shinso Prince stooped so low?”

”Bastard.” Yunho hissed while struggling to hold himself upright. In a split second, Heechul’s body hurtled in the air, thrown backwards by an invisible force towards the wall that Yunho himself was currently leaning up against. Fortunately, Yunho got there in time and managed to save Heechul from slamming against concrete.

“Ugh shit...” Heechul groaned, feeling the wind get knocked out of him.

Yunho grabbed him by the collar and backed him up against the wall. He couldn't afford to have this kid's death on his conscience. “Stay put!” he hissed, forcing what little magic he had to make a barrier for the teenager.

Heechul’s eyes widened as he slammed his fists against the barrier. “You fucking sonofabitch get me out of here.” His eyes widened further when a strained smile adorned Yunho’s face. “Goddamit Yunho, this is suicide.”

‘No, its not.’ Yunho straigtened himself and turned his back on Heechul before addressing the Shito. It was a well known fact among their kind that making deals with a Shito never worked. They were conniving sons of bitches that didn’t know what the word ‘fair’ meant. They only have hunger for power in their minds.

But Yunho thought that he might as well just give it a shot. If it worked, at least Chaos would be weakened and then Heechul could finish him once and for all. It was going to be a matter of who double crosses first. And as for Yunho, he hadn’t really thought much about what he’d do past the plan.

“Are you really that much of a coward to have your minions do the dirty work for you?” Yunho asked as he fought the pain in his system. He couldn’t afford for his voice to show any signs of breaking. “If you really claim to be as strong as you are, you wouldn’t mind engaging me in a one on one physical battle now would you?”

The Shito’s hounds abruptly halted in their tracks. Chaos appeared to be intrigued with the prospect.

“You said so yourself, you can no longer feel my power and it is apparent that I am in no way capable of doing much damage physically. Just imagine it, you killing the Shinso Prince with your bare hands. Other Shitos would cower at the very sound of your name.” When Chaos didn’t seem to be eating out his every word, he went in for the kill. “I will offer my spirit willingly. I don’t care what you'd do with it. Just let me go out fighting with honor.”

The enemy regarded Yunho with obvious amusement. “The Shinso pride ei? Never would’ve thought you’d still be willing to fight for your species’ name.” Chaos smirked. “I’ve heard rumors, that what you are doing right now, you’re doing this out of guilt, a punishment to yourself for the inability to save a loved one.”

The Shito spat on the ground. “It’s pathetic. Oh but to be in possession of a Shinso Prince’s spirit holds quite the temptation and I'm quite sure you're just begging for someone to get rid of that pain.”

"My personal issues are none of your concern." Yunho’s gaze hardened as he clenched his hands into fists, the bastards' words hitting close to home, the reminder making his heart bleed. “So, do we have a deal or not?”

“You want to go out with honor?” Chaos bared his fangs and charged forward. “I’ll fucking give it to you!”

Yunho's whole body tensed, anticipating the monster's attack. His eyes narrowed into dangerous golden slits as he leaped in the air and aimed a leg at his opponent's face. Chaos met him halfway with his own fist.

The fight to the death began.

Heechul gaped, wide-eyed.

When he said that Yunho was weak, he didn’t expect him to still be able to move around like that!. He might be limping a bit, the huge open wound on his shoulder was dripping and soaking almost half of his uniform with blood. But despite it all, everything else looked effortless. Yunho’s hands moved in frantic speed as he clawed, jumped, kicked and punched at the Shito. And it was quite obvious that he was landing almost every blow.

But he was also aware that Yunho was really pushing his limits this time. His wounds didn’t appear to be healing. And if it weren’t for the constant blinking and shaking of his head like he was trying desperately to see straight at different instances during the fight, Heechul would've thought that the odds of winning were siding with him.

Looking to the side, Heechul let out a relieved sigh upong seeing the hounds just sitting obediently like tamed dogs.

Gaze darting back to the ensuing fight and to Chaos’ ugly face to be precise, it was clear that the Shito was beginning to appear frustrated. Heechul scoffed as an overwhelming sense of pride washed over him. Chaos relied everything on his pets and to the magic he holds, but apart from that, he was useless as shit. Yunho however, knew when, where and how to strike, though he might be faltering in some of his attacks.

But then suddenly, Heechul felt his heart stop. With his breath catching in his throat, Heechul stood frozen as he watched Yunho falling on all fours on the hard pavement, coughing up massive amounts of blood.

For a split second, Heechul thought that it was the end for his friend. He relentlessly pounded at the barrier that was keeping him safe but then an earth shattering cry was heard from the other body writhing on the ground.

“You backed out on your word.” Chaos ground out, struggling for air. So much for playing fair.

Heechul looked on. The Shito was twisting and turning on the floor in an angry heap. His upper and lower body was cut in half. But the most disturbing sight was what Yunho had in his hand. It was a heart. A live beating heart.

The hounds watching the battle started to dissipate into dust one by one. The barrier that was keeping him safe dissolved into thin air. As soon as he was free, Heechul quickly ran towards his friend’s gasping figure.

“Let’s see how you regenerate without this.” Yunho rasped out and shakily stood on both legs. “You were going to…double cross me sooner or later…anyway. I just acted first.” he added as he heaved out deep breaths.

Suddenly, he fell back on the ground when an excruciating pain of the kind that he never really wanted to experience again racked his whole body in agonizing proportions. Heechul landed on his side and steadied him.

Blood once again gurgled back up his throat. Yunho twisted and writhed as more and more blood exited his mouth. The wounds on his body bled at an accelerated rate. “Yunho-sshi, what... what’s happening?”

Once again, a deep guttural chuckle broke the silence of the night

Heechul’s eyes went like saucers, question remaining unanswered when the body a few feet away from them turned into dust. He spun around. Chaos was standing behind them, unscathed and looking every bit amused.

“I knew I saw you from somewhere. You have your mother’s eyes." he said as he walked up to them. "She did put up quite a fight that night but oh, when I finally ate every essence of her, it was blinding ecstasy. You Church folk taste incredible.” His glanced at Yunho for a second before peering at Heechul's face. “Working with the Shinso Prince huh? Do your comrades know about this betrayal? What would your mother think?” A wicked smile grazed his face. Heechul glared, heatedly. The pain of loosing his parents was smacking him square in the chest.

“Fuck you!” he spat. But as much as it hurt, he was done with crying, he was done with feeling sorry for himself. He mentally willed his resurfacing emotions away. Instead, a question left his lips. “What did you do to him?!”

“Dead Man’s Blood. Lethal to a Shinso.” Chaos replied, smirking. “The decoy was used to merely have direct contact with him. The puppet he was fighting was filled with dead blood. I had to be sure you know, that he was indeed that weak." the smirk grew wider as Chaos yanked Heechul's hair and licked the side of his jaw. “Thank your mommy for the ability by the way. It helped a lot.” he purred, then violently released his hold.

The young sorcerer's jaw clenched. That technique required massive amounts of magic and he was sure that Chaos should be fairly weak and feeling drained right now. Wait! Heechul looked back at Yunho when a thought crossed his mind. Did he just sacrificed himself for Heechul to finish the job?

And then suddenly a memory rose in his thoughts as Heechul’s eyes snapped back to the Shito.

”Take this.” Yunho said, placing the little sheet of paper in Heechul’s grasp.

Heechul blinked. “What is it?”

“An incantation. It only works when a human admonishes it. I found it at our archives decades ago.”

“What does it do?” Heechul asked, bringing the piece of parchment to his face as he read the Latin phrases.

“You’ll know when the time comes.”

A sudden crazed laugh tore out of Heechul's mouth.

Chaos scowled at the sudden behavior. “What are you laughing at about brat? Finally lost your marbles?”

Heechul's laugh just got louder, near hysterical as he brushed a tear out of the corner of his eye. “No, no.” he said, and then his expression immediately turned haunted and deadly. “I’ve waited for this moment for so long and now it almost seems anti-climatic.”

“What are you...?”

The young sorcerer quickly brought two fingers on the Shito’s forehead as latin phrases spilled from his lips. The Shito froze, wide-eyed. His whole body wouldn’t budge and when he tried to call for his minions nothing seemed to happen. "You talk too much." Heechul drawled then continued. “In the name of God and as a servant of the Lord, I bind you to the pits of hellfire and brimstone where you are to spend eternity in excruciating pain.”

'The incantation works only when a human adominishes it and the target has to be in a lower magical and physical state in comparison with the one delivering the punishment. Keep it. You might need it some time.'

Yunho's words rang once again in Heechul's thoughts.

In a split second, the Shito went hurtling in the air as he exploded into a million particles.

And for a moment, Heechul did nothing but breathe and stare.

It was finished.

Yunho’s heartbeat thudding against his palm brought him out of his reverie. Heechul’s vision blurred, blinking back tears. Stupid Yunho! He was like a brother to him. Dammit! Heechul turned his body and rested Yunho's head in his lap. ‘You bastard, just when you finally found him you fucking go and do something this stupid.'

A sudden choked gasp was heard from behind.

He looked up just in time to see Jaejoong fall to his knees in front of him, slowly reaching out for Yunho’s battered and bleeding figure. He was shaking. Heechul didn't want to let go of Yunho just yet. But then again, when he looked at Jaejoong’s broken expression, he knew that he didn’t have any right and fully released him.

“What... happened?” Jaejoong asked, voice dripped with grief and sorrow as he buried his face on Yunho’s neck, fighting choked sobs while he gently cradled him in his embrace. Jaejoong's whole body shook and trembled as he continued to hold Yunho tighter like he was practically melding their bodies into one.

Junsu, Changmin and a still panicking Yoochun arrived at the site and joined them, eyes wide and disbelieving.

Heechul looked at the beautiful male, his eyes shining unabashed with misery and sympathy. He wanted to tell Jaejoong that Yunho was still alive. That he was going to be just fine. That he was a tough sonofabitch and he would fight tooth and nail to stay alive because Jaejoong was finally there. That he had every reason to live again. But the words of comfort remained unsaid when the place began crawling with low level Shitos.

“We have to get out of here.” Heechul grabbed the weapon by his feet and chanted under his breath. What the hell is up with these bastards? The words ‘Shinso Prince’s Spirit’ floated in the air. It was then that it dawned on him how Chaos must have called in reinforcements before making the wrong move of talking too much.

And now that Chaos was dead, they must have felt that Heechul couldn't possibly fight them all by himself. And so they finally made themselves known. Plus, there were about four delicious humans added to the mix. Well, maybe three since Jaejoong wasn’t exactly human. Heechul inwardly seethed. From what Yunho had told him about Jaejoong's real self. He was one damn powerful Shinso. If only he had powers manifested in him already.

But he doubted it. Not at such an early stage.

Heechul stood on both feet and began shielding the other three students who was now shaking in fear. But then to his surprise, the Shitos suddenly froze in their tracks, wide eyes looking up at something from behind him.

Three shocked gasps assaulted his ears.

When he turned around, his eyes nearly bugged out when his gaze landed on Jaejoong’s limp body floating in mid air. His head was lolling backwards, eyes half lidded and unreadable as tears poured down his cheeks.

"What the..."

In a heartbeat, Jaejoong’s head snapped back down, his eyes zeroing in on them, crescent pupils spinning and narrowing into silver slits. “Kill!” Jaejoong growled, the eyeglasses being pulled away from his face by an unseen force. His eyes glowed eerily and dangerously bright. “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” he repeated like a broken record while baring sharp fangs and teeth, the glint of bloodlust overwhelmingly evident in his pair of silver orbs.

Jaejoong outstretched a hand and a dagger materialized out of thin air. Eyes flickering back at Yunho's form, a deadly aura blanketed his whole body. Jaejoong's clawed hands gripped the dagger tighter in his palm.

... which evolved into a scythe.

Heechul felt his mouth hanging loose as he stared at the weapon that Jaejoong was now holding.

The word 'husband' escaped past the angered beauty's lips as a deafening silence seemed to envelop the whole vicinity. The Shitos remained frozen to their places. And then as if a climax to a movie. It came. An ear piercing cry broke the silence of the night as the raven-haired teen charged forward and attacked every Shito in his path.

Kim Jaejoong was out for blood.

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Sorry I couldn't post chapter five two days ago. I fell sick. Again. *sigh* Anyway, I'm working on Female Highschool Undercover right now. Hopefully I can finish this today, or if not tomorrow. Thanks for the warm welcome and support you guys =)