Title: Forget

Author: Marika

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Yaoi! Don’t read this if you don’t like guy/guy action.

Pairing: Kratos/Yuan

Type: Gift-fic for Wayfarer! Thanks for the apron idea… :)

Spoilers: Yes. Many. Don’t read if you haven’t finished the game.

Summary: All hell breaks loose when Yuan throws a party in the holy ground of Kharlan...

Before I met Yuan, I didn’t even know that elves could drink. Or get drunk.

“Kratos! Come… come ride the panda…” Yuan beaconed from his perch on the couch. I had to admit that he looked down right sexy wearing nothing but the ridiculous pink apron he had decided to wear to the party.

Yes, you heard me right. I don’t know how he did it, but somehow he had thrown a huge party in the most unlikely of places. Partying in the holy ground of Kharlan meant an extremely upset Mithos later. Hell yeah.

“Rock the house! Rock the house!” He was running around now doing… something. Something resembling a cross between the chicken dance and Madame Butterfly’s last flight.

At least it seemed like everyone else was having a good time… whoever they were. Where had all these people come from? “Yuan… who are all these people? And why are there random pieces of furniture laying around?”

Yuan stopped his graceful flight in front of me. “Oh, I borrowed Luin for a little bit.” Deciding not to give me any better answer, he ran off to play leapfrog (I think?) with one of the ‘guests.’

I sighed. This was going to be a long night indeed.

Five martinis later, Yuan had convinced me to mingle a little bit. Not that there were many people who felt like doing anything more than turning the holy ground into a regular love-shack.

The happily-drunk half-elf was hanging off my elbow now, his apron half untied in the back already, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. I tried my best to ignore that… really I did. “Yuan… where is Mithos? You know he’s not going to…”

“No no. No no no Kratos……...” I waited for a while. A really long while. I’d like to say he had a good answer, but he didn’t. “….it’s ok.”

“What do you mean ‘it’s ok?’” I sighed, feathering my fingers through my hair, as had become habit whenever Yuan did something like this.

“Mithos passed out already… he’s over there.” Lazily, Yuan waved in a random direction and ran off again to do god knows what.

Cautiously, I walked in the direction that Yuan had indicated. A hideous green couch had been upturned so that it resembled a makeshift tent. Peeking under the couch, I was shocked to find that Yuan was actually right! “Mithos… are you ok?” Carefully, I brushed aside a few strands of golden hair that had fallen in front of his delicate face.

“Nnn… Yuan… you’re fired…” Mithos mumbled, slapping at my hand.

Gone. That’s the only word I had for him. Shaking my head, I didn’t have a chance to get up before someone pounced on me! “TAG! You’re it!” Giggling like a school-girl, Yuan laughed, getting up to run away again.

Before he could run away, I grabbed the mischievous elf by the wrist and pulled him back. “Yuan, I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to tell me the truth. Ok?”

“Ok.” He said, saluting me with his other hand.

Another sigh. “Did you get Mithos really drunk and throw him under this couch?”

“………..noooooo……” He shook his head. Liar.

“Yuan!” I hissed, glancing towards Mithos once more to make sure he was still sleeping. Even so, I pulled Yuan across the room and threw him onto an unoccupied couch, speaking in a reprimanding tone. “Don’t you know how dangerous Mithos is!”

“He’s dangerous?” Yuan glanced at me with innocent eyes. He couldn’t be that much of an idiot. Well…. he was drunk…

“Why do you think Luin is called Luin, the city of ruin! Don’t you remember what happened the last time you ‘borrowed’ the people from Luin for a party?”

He looked so crestfallen that I almost felt bad for reprimanding him. “He… he wasn’t very happy?”

“No, he wasn’t. And what did he do?”

Rather than respond to the question, he glanced down sadly. “I’ll put them back…” Raising his hand, he summoned forth some magic that I didn’t know he had in his hand. In a flash of white light, all the people and furniture, save for the couches covering Mithos and the one Yuan was sitting on, were gone.

He was on the verge of tears. Oh. No. “Yuan… Yuan no…. don’t cry…” Too late. I sat down next to the sobbing elf, embracing him around the shoulders and placing my head on his. “I’m sorry I yelled at you…” Damn. I felt like a father. That was a scary thought.

“Mithos was in such a bad mood… but when I brought everybody here, he seemed happier…” Yuan continued to sob, throwing his arms around me now. I would have felt sorry for him, but he always became like this when he had a few drinks too many. “...because, both of us were thinking about her… Martel…”

Oh no… things could only go down from here. Even thirty years later, Yuan still became a love-sick and hopelessly spurned romantic whenever Martel was mentioned. Even when he wasn’t drunk. My only hope was to distract him from the thought, like usual. Softly, I began to run my fingers through his long aqua hair. “Yuan… don’t worry about Martel… she’s in a better place…” If only I really believed that.

Still, the thought seemed to calm Yuan down a little bit, though he still clung to me like a scared pre-schooler on his first day of class.

“I know you loved her, Yuan…” Softly, I kissed his forehead, pulling his lithe frame closer to me. Gently, I caressed his bare back, slowly circling the soft skin. “…but who else do you love?”

“Kratos…” He murmured, bending to my will again, as he had done so many times before. This certainly wasn’t new to either of us… though the apron made him cuter.

“Let me help you…” I breathed into his ear, my hands feeling the graceful curves that you would never know he had unless he took those stuffy clothes he usually wore off. “…forget again.”

He slid easily onto my lap, holding the back of my clothing tightly with both of his hands. “Thank you… Kratos…” Leaning in, he caught my lips in a chaste kiss.

…..A little while later……

Yuan’s cheeks flushed even more, and not just from the alcohol. Though I knew he was on the brink of entering the dream-world, he giggled softly. Ah, blackmail for tomorrow.

The aqua-haired elf curled up beside me as I laid down next to him on the couch, gently running my fingers through his tresses. I would almost have been disappointed that it was over already, but I knew that this would happen again. The “treatment” wouldn’t last, and probably within a week, he would come crying to my doorstep again. How fortunate I was!

I felt sorry for him, though. We had all been close to Martel, but not even Mithos was as close to her as Yuan. Perhaps next time I wouldn’t make him work for his release. Perhaps.

Marika’s Notepad

Part 2 of many more to come! Yes, you heard me right, part 2. Where is part 1? Good question… ;;;

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