The Chase: chapter 1
Just Out Of Reach
Dias got up and strolled
into the kitchen for the strong cup of tea, that had became something of a
survival kit for Kain's nerves, during Scarface's visits of late.
A loud 'thud' from the
living quarters had the Black Wing rushing back, just in time to see Scarface
mutter a hushed apology as the latter made a quick retreat out the front door.
On the floor was Kain, in
a classic dead faint.
Dias looked heavenwards
briefly. "Souma help me." In a way, he expected this. Being Vy Low's
best friend could, at times, be very punishing on one's nerves. Dias really and
truly pitied G.
Luckily, for all
concerned, Kain seemed to be able to survive the experiences-so far.
The valle stood, arms
crossed, waiting expectedly for G to just get up any moment now and scream Vy
Low's fighting name in what Crimson called the 'Scarface is soooooo dead'
A minute, then two passed
and Kain still wasn't up. Worried, Dias quickly bent down over G. A few quick
slaps to the face produced no reaction.
"This is not
good," Dias mumbled. Placing a palm on G's chest, Dias bent low over
Kain's face. Then stopped, pulling up short as he looked at G's face up close,
examining him for breathing.
To his relief, Kain
appeared to be doing fine and Dias could feel a pulse, for a moment there,
Black Wing thought that Scarface has finally gave G a heart attack. Dias
reached out with a hand to tilt Kain's head slightly, observing for any
abrasions resulting from the fall, a habit that arose from his years of being
Elle's caretaker. Colour was already returning to G's face.
Dias noted, chuckling to
himself, that when G woke up, he would be positively red in the face with rage.
The Black Wing remained bent silently over G as a hand unconsciously trailed a
slow trail down the outline of Kain's face as Dias admired his friend's fine
features, the length of his lashes, the fairness of his skin, the softness of
With a shock, Dias
clutched the offending hand as if it burned, even as the thought, 'how will
they taste' flitted across his mind, making the Black Wing blush furiously
as he closed his eyes and mentally berated himself.
wrong with you? NOT ONLY do you have a weird desire to kiss one of your best
friends, you are actually contemplating taking advantage of him while he's
unconscious. And so on and so forth the litany
After a few minutes of
reprimanding himself, Dias claimed down somewhat. Cautiously, he dared a peek
at Kain sleeping form-and immediately regretted doing so when it brought to
mind the velvet of Kain's lips when his fingers had brushed upon them.
Dias immediately shut his
eyes again and repeated his mental chant. So, um, preoccupied was the Black
Wing that he didn't notice Kain groggily regain consciousness, and attempt to
sit up such that Dias, who was still bent down, was right in front of him.
The inevitable happened.
Black Wing, the enormously talented prodigy, and G, the young but still gifted
Sevalle, became entangled with each other as Kain's leg tripped Dias up. What
ensued was a rather incredulous scene as the two locked lips.
half bad, Dias thought fleetingly, before
morality complex number three, "thou shalt abstain", kicked in. He shot all the
way to the other side of the room, while the young blond blinked blankly at
"Nothing happened. Please
tell me nothing happened." Hand over his eyes, Dias stumbled to his feet and
went looking for the cup of tea, dumping half the sugar pot into the strong
brown brew before his brain connected back to his logic systems again.
But nothing could have
prepared him for the next, if tentative, comment that came from the other room.
"Well, that wasn't too
The unfortunate teacup had the rest of the sugar pot, pot
included, jammed into its overflowing mouth.
Kain was in a depressed mood. While his
tastes in partners ran most definitely towards the feminine, there were some
rare exceptions. Such as the Black Wing, Mister 'I'm such an innocent' Dias
Whoa. Scratch that. Dias didn't deserve such
a compliment. Double whoa. Kain Phalanx, what are you thinking? Shame on you,
shame on you.
That problem, dammit, was that the
ever-so-moral Dias was AVOIDING him. And his best friend was, as usual, nowhere
to be found conveniently; HE only appeared when: 1, he was looking for a
drinking partner, 2, he had a problem, 3, he wanted to.
The sevalle shoved his golden hair out of
his eyes with an exasperated snarl. Best friend or no best friend, he had two
of the most infuriating acquaintances on the face of Kuruda- no, Ashlianna. And
after he had helped so much in Vy Low's courtship of the Holy Knight!
It was enough to drive an already stressed
sevalle mad. (1)
No doubt Dias was avoiding him because of
that little peck they had shared in the Black Wing's home, but how was anybody
supposed to get rid of that troublesome thing called innocence when they
couldn't even take a lip-touch?
With a frustrated and creative expletive, G
launched himself out of bed, grabbed his cloak and headed out for the city, hoping
that a chilly night walk on the citadel's highest water-tower would inspire him
on what to do next.
Which was eventually a very accurate prediction. Kain did
eventually go crazy- but it wasn't all that permanent.
Kain ever get Dias in bed? Stay tuned!