Author: Sakata Ri Houjun PM
Luva is perplexed by his newfound feelings for Clavis and turns to the most unlikely of sources for help in dealing with his crush.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 1,612 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 4 - Published: 03-11-03 - id: 1266240
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By Sakata Ri Houjun
AN: This is my first try at Angelique, so be gentle with me.
Lately I've been branching out from Fushigi Yuugi and trying new
series, however I'm still going to write romance and yaoi
relationships. When I discovered Angelique, I latched onto Luva
as my favorite and after a series of 'personality' tests, this
story idea came into my mind. I don't know what your views are on
the relationships between the gaurdians, but as far as I can tell
there are no 'cannon' pairings.
But let this be fair warning for those of you who don't like yaoi or the eventual hookup that is giong to ensue in this fic. What pairing you ask? Well, that will be reavealed as the story progresses. Don't assume anything for only one person knows and she's not telling.
A figure clothed in hues of green
walked through his garden, the wind ruffling through the trees
and his cerulean bangs, brushing the errant strands into his
face. His gray eyes closed as he savored the feel and sound of
this peaceful moment. The gaurdian of earth wondered why he of
all people had been sent to this place of life, so different from
his desert homeworld. Certainly his presence was needed, and who
better than perhaps the most contemplative of all his people to
represent and provide wisdom? Yet despite living among his fellow
gaurdians for so long, he still felt...like he was watching from
afar... One hand snuck back, fingers grazing over the curve of
one shoulder blade through the rich linen of his robe, a slight
tingle emanating through his body at the touch, reminding him of
the power he comanded as one of the chosen.
Luva withdrew his hand from his
shoulder to move an errant branch of a weeping willow out of his
way, fingers sliding across the cool green leaves, feeling the
presence of sacrea that had embued this plant. His feet took him
closer to a shallow pond, some ducks swimming about, the shade
offering a cool respite from the overhead sun. The gaurdian's
eyes scanned all before him, observant as always, sensing each
and every lifeforce, from plant to animal, to the very ground
beneath his feet, a sweet melancholy state overtaking his being.
Luva closed his eyes, spreading out his arms, robe billowing in
the breeze as he took in a few deep inhalations of the air, the
scent of nature, soil and water, the very beat of the sacrea he
represented filling him, reminding him of his purpose in life.
Then he felt something draw
near to him, watching him as he rejoiced in his quiet sanctuary.
Ouiet steps, indetectable, as only the falling of night can
produce. Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around him, one linking
up against his shoulder, the other around his waist, lips
brushing against the throat of the eldest of all gaurdians in a
whisper of a kiss. Luva
opened his eyes at the feel of another embracing him so
intimately, unsure of what was going on, his hands immediately
moving to cover the stranger's, not yet prying them off. His
heart raced not in fear, for there was nothing to fear from the
stillness holding him gently.
The cerulean-haired gaurdian turned
around slowly, his eyes drinking in the sight of Clavis, a tiny
part of his mind remarking on his unearthly beauty. The crystline aura surrounding him
was strong, and almost painful to witness as it excluded a
heart-wrenching darkness, one he suddenly found himself longing
to fill. A slight smile curved across his lips though his eyes
remained latched onto his fellow gaurdian's piercing gaze, seeing
within those violet depths an unfathomable darkness...one
that...compelled him... There was something comforting and warm
about the embrace despite the utter stillness that enveloped his
Suddenly, Luva wrapped his
arms around Clavis, holding the taller gaurdian close against
him, though not knowing quite why he was doing so. He wondered if
Clavis could feel his heart beating, it was working so fast and
Grey eyes blinked, the garden and everything in it dissovling
from around him, including the feel of Clavis' arms embracing him
gently. Instead the cream-colored canopy of his bed came into
focus just as the mattress cradling his body bounced under the
addition of another weight, jarring the garudian of earth into a
more alert state. "Ah...?" he murmured sleepily as he
rubbed at his eyes.
He sat up as quickly as his groggy body would allow him,
blinking at the rather large buldge at the foot of his bed. That
certainly hadn't been there when he retired the night prior. Luva
reached over to his nightstand, retrieving the white linen he
kept hand for such inpromptu meetings to keep his head covered
before moving to investigate the forgien object in his bed. As he
shifted, the lump quivered, a muffled yet urgent whisper
revealing the identity of the intruder.
"Shh. If Julious comes looking for me, I'm not
Luva blinked again before lifting the edge of the blankets,
trying to peer at his hiding protoge, perplexed as to why he was
hiding in his bed instead of seeking refuge with one of the other
gaurdians. "Zephel?" he asked once he saw the
recognizable silvery hair and ruby eyes that shifted about
nervously through the shadows created by temporary safe haven of
his bed coverings.
The gaurdian of steel immediately tugged on the blanket with a
grunt, obscuring his friend's vision as he secluded himself once
more in the darkness. "P-02-S-W's controls malfuntioned,
spooking Julious's stupid horse," he explained hastily just
as there came a knock on the elder gaurdian's chamber door.
"I'm not here," Zephel repeated harshly as he resumed
cowering beneath the comforter.
Confused, Luva rose from his bed, making his way quickly to
the door. Idly he wondered just what Zephel had to fear from the
garudian of light. If what he said was true, then the affront
surely had to have been miniscule enough not to matter to the
most stern of all gaurdians. So why was the young gaurdain on the
lamb? Upon opening the door, he was met with the very answer to
his pondering thoughts.
There stood Julious, the otherwise immaculate gaurdian covered
head to toe in mud and a menacing scowl upon his face that would
make even Olivie wither in his sequins. But Luva was hard pressed
not to chuckle at the sight that the gaurdian of light presented
with twigs and leaves sticking out of the mud-clumped blonde
locks. "Where are you hiding Zephel?" he questioned
flatly of the older man, skipping plesentries.
"Ah..." the older gaurdain started as he fiddled
with the sleeve of his olive sleeping robe nervously, torn
between revealing the whereabouts of the culprit responsible for
this mess to Julious' wrath or covering for Zephel.
Unfortunately, the gaurdian of steel jumped the gun as it
were, saving Luva from making that decision. "Dammit, your
poker face sucks!" he exclaimed, emerging in a flurry of
flailing limbs and creamy linen from the confines of Luva's bed,
making a break for the balcony. "Remind me to never hide
here again!" he added as he leapt over the stone railing,
disappearing into the garden below.
One rather flustered gaurdian returned his gaze to Julious'
cold glare after a moment of silence. "Ah, he's not
here," he offered lamely, a sheepish smile on his face.
The taller gaurdain merely huffed in agitation before he spun
on his heel and headed back down the corridor, either to get
cleaned up or track down the one responsible for his current
state Luva didn't know. But as he stormed out of sight, leaving a
trail of muck behind, the gaurdian of earth leaned against the
doorframe, one slender hand reaching up to rub at the headache
that was starting to form. "This is going to be an
interesting day," he mused aloud with a sigh.
He was about to close the door, certain that the servants
would clean up after Julious, when something caught his attention
out of the corner of his eye. Curiously he shifted his gaze over
to the opposite direction in which Julious had headed, finding
the gaurdian of darkness watching him with an amused look on his
face. At first the older man had to wonder just how long Clavis
had been there, but judging by the expression he wore, he had
certainly been there long enough to see the show. Luva blinked a
couple of times, certain he must be hallucinating, for the
gaurdian of darkness rarely wore such an expression, but then
again witnessing Julious in that shoddy state was perhaps even
The gentle lift of those pale lips brought back the sensations from the dream he had experienced scant moments before, sending a fluttery feeling through the shy gaurdian's stomach. Luva met that smile with a rather nervous version of his own before retreating back into his chamber, heart pounding rapidly. He leaned against the closed door, his thoughts whirling about in a flurry of confusion. "Wha... What is this feeling....?" he queried to no one particular as he placed a hand against his chest, feeling that racing pulse. For all his wisdom, answers still eluded him.