Sunday, October 16, 2005

   Fake Wings, Chapter 8!!
Sorry they're late!! I was out all weekend, and I hunge out wif summerbaby10 and one of my friends for a while.

Chapter 8

Minoru stood still for a few moments, shock gluing his feet to the sandy ground beneath him. Ian, however, sprung into action, his shuko whipping around and severing legs and claws as they flew. Several scorpions lay bleeding on the sandy ground, the orange liquid mixing with the never ending sands. Minoru finally kicked into gear when the scorpions ran past Ian to attack him. His scythe whirled about, and barbed tails flew. In the end, he’d come out of the group that had surrounded him unscathed, albeit covered in the thick, syrupy blood.

Ian was quiet; he didn’t feel like talking at that moment. His arms flailed about, beheading and cutting the oversized insects around him. Minoru picked up the flack, killing off several off the beasts. He nodded to Ian, an “I’m-sorry-I-didn’t-listen-right-away-“ sort of expression taking up his face. Ian smiled, and cut off a scorpion’s head. They were in for a lot of fun.
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After about a half hour, all their assailants were dead. They were covered in blood and sand, which had been whipped up around them through the sandstorm. They panted wearily, the staggering amount of carnage overwhelming their senses. However, they pressed on; they’d lost too much time in this little dune. It was imperative that they hurried; it was possible there were still some alters alive in the base that needed rescuing.

“You fight good.” Minoru broke the silence, surprising Ian. The teenager wasn’t used to hearing compliments; he’d often been teased because of his “sissy” power. He smiled and nodded his thanks to Minoru.

“You’re not too bad yourself… where’d you learn to fight?” Ian found himself asking, not prepared for the long story that was to follow. Minoru cleared his throat, and began his story, being sure not to leave any details out. The Hunters had attacked them before, but the Alters had been victorious. Of course, the Hunters took a few “experiments” before the battle was over. Minoru was one of them.

He’d been put through many tortures, and been put into a battle arena for Hadden’s amusement. There were three hunters he’d remembered seeing frequently. The black haired girl with the white eye, some strange looking boy with pink hair, and Hadden himself. The black haired girl always snuck him food and trained him, the pink haired boy tortured him and beat him, and Hadden only watched and laughed.

Eventually, the black haired girl released Minoru, telling him to knock her out to look like he’d escaped. He was surprised to see her leading an attack on the village and ordering the massacre. Of course, there were still plenty of Alters; they only lived in the capital city. Ian nodded and sighed, putting his arms behind his head.

“It’s gonna get dark soon…” Ian said, looking over at Minoru, “we need to find some place to find shelter in…” Minoru nodded, and they continued their walk. After a few hours, they stopped for food, guzzling water to keep hydrated and take their minds off of the heat. Eventually, near sundown, they found a cave. The two rushed for it as fast as they could, sand slipping harshly out from beneath their feet as they made their mad dash. Once inside, they started a fire, trying to keep warm.

“I can’t believe it got so cold… I always thought deserts were hot all the time.” Ian mumbled, shivering in his tank top. Minoru grinned and tossed him his blanket.

“Well, that’s one of life’s great mysteries. Now close your eyes and get some sleep.” Minoru grinned, lying down. It was evident that he was also cold; gooseflesh had broken out up and down his visible forearms. Ian walked over, lay down and turned his back on Minoru, throwing the blanket over the two of them.

“Night.” Ian yawned, falling asleep almost instantly. Minoru looked over his shoulder, blushing slightly. It was odd for someone to pay him a kind gesture; he’d been looked down upon since he’d been taken in for experiments by the hunters. He smiled and turned his back to Ian, trying to fall asleep. Somehow, he couldn’t. He though of Ian a lot, and how it felt good to him that they were back to back on the sandy floor of the cave. Eventually, he nodded off, thoughts whirling throughout his head.

Yesh, Minoru and Ian are yaoi-ful. Don't complain to me; it happened in the RP, so I am forced to put it in the story. COMPLAIN LATER!!
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