Other Fan Fiction ❯ Abyss Corrupted ❯ Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

Night passes into Day
Remday Rem-Decan 23, ND2018

The chill of the night had been replaced by the warmth of the shining sun. Luke was staring out into the wide open sky above, contemplating his life. The stones in the Fonbelt tantalized his vision as they swum in the planet storm. He liked to watch them dancing around like that, free to soar the heavens at thier leisure. He envied them.

At some point during his gazing Luke had started to lose touch with reality. He imagined he was joining the Fon stones in the sky. Distantly he could feel a soft insistent humming sound in his head. With a jerk of his head he shook the thought of and came back to his senses. Looking around his room he sighed at the complete lack of anything to do, so he set off to look around the manor for some fun.

Luke wore what he was most known to wear, an ensemble of clothing that he deemed to be his 'style'. He had on a tight white shirt of fine material and a high neckline, although a large gap was left between the top of his pants and the bottom of the shirt. Whether is was done purely to show off his abs or not was never told, it seemed to be a secret he planned on taking to the grave. On the left and right side of his back his shirt lengthened to twin coat tails running the length of his pants, split in the center. His pants were black and he also had on boots and finger less gloves. The last identyfying feature he had aside from his red hair and turqoise eyes was the symbol on the back of his shirt, looking like an angry demon head formed from ink. He just thought it looked cool.

Stepping down the steps from his room to the courtyard Luke looked around. There was usually nothing going on around this area, but he figured that you never know. Like that one time he caught a few of the maids together getting personal with each other and he joined in, good times.

There was a maid bent over a bench tending to some flowers by the far end. Luke stopped for a moment to admire the great view of her backside she presented. "Good day, Master Luke". The greeting served to snap him from his ogling, though he wouldn't have minded a bit more time. Turning to his right Luke saw old Pere the gardener. He was quietly tending to some flowers as was his custom.

"Hello Pere." Luke answered with a deal of impatience to him and a bit of annoyance as well, he did interrupt a prime view afterall. The old gardener didn't seem to notice, or if he did no mention was made of it wich suited the young noble perfectly well. The old man did however start going on about flowers and waiting for something, though honestly Luke had stopped paying attention.

As Pere yammered on something about flowers warming his heart, Luke nodded distractedly and deemed the talk over with.

Something suddenly caught his eye. Curiously, Luke could see one of his father's many white knights standing at attention at the doorway to the west wing of the manor. It wouldn't have been out of the ordinary to have checked in with his mother first thing, so he asked the knight what was going on.

The guard stood at perfect attention as he answered. "Master Luke, the west hallway is currently off limits. There is a meeting taking place in the Drawing Room."

Experiencing another moment of aggrivation brought on by feeling he was a prisoner in his own home, Luke expertly put the matter aside with long practice. If he let himself sulk and brood everytime he was reminded of his situation he may just miss out on something good. It really did amaze him he was able to remain sane when he was younger and acted that way, before his realization to get as much out of the circumstances as possible.

Walking through the east wing doorway he was immediately greeted by one of the maids. She told him that there was a visitor for him in the meeting hall. Luke felt the day just brightened there, imagine a visitor. He rarely had anyone from outside visit him.

Feeling happier now, he entered the meeting hall only to discover there was no one there. There was only some guards and Ramdas, who decided now would be a good time to lecture him on being friendly with Pere, as if there was ever a good time for lectures. Feeling miffed at the maid's wrong information and Ramdas's irritating tone, Luke cut him off by asking what was happening in the conference room.

Ramdas replied rather stiffly to Luke. "Dorian General Grants is in a meeting with the Duke, on a matter of buisiness."

The thought of Master Van being in the manor made Luke quite excited, in more ways than one. He idly wondered if the buisiness his father was involved in with him was anything like his late night 'study' sessions with his master. He promptly buried that image, labeling it as disturbing. Then he remembered his mother was probably there as well, and quickly stabbed that thought assuring it a swift death. Some things just weren't meant to be thought about and even he had his limits.

While his mind was preoccupied with thoughts better left unthought, Luke's body took him to Guy's room. It was such the obvious choice of where to go next that he did it without even thinking. To his great consternation there was no one there, and this left him wondering where he was. Surely he wasn't with Master Van without him? Miraculously that thought caused his earlier deranged imagination to ressurect itself, this time adding Guy into the equation. No, no. Guy wouldn't go for that, with a woman there. Then, he realized what he was thinking, and a green look came to his face.

Luke, now feeling slightly naseous, decided to head back his room and lie down for a moment. He got no further then the foot of his bed however before his head's thrumming came back with a vengeance. There was a distorted voice speaking to him but he could not understand it. The very act of trying to focus on it to hear it caused him to fall to his knees with a grimace of pain.

"Luke! Are you alright?"

Just as sudden as the pain came it went away just as swift. As Luke rose up he regarded the window to see Guy standing on the sill with a concerned look on his face."Guy!" He said in surprise, not having expected him to pop in like that.

"Is it those headaches again?" Guy asked him seriously.

"It's fine, I'm okay now, its gone already." Replied Luke in his best convincing voice, hoping to cut that train of thought off because sometimes his friend could be such a mother hen. He should have known better then to try since Guy knew him so well he could see right through him, he always could.

"They have been getting more frequent lately haven't they?" Guy asked him, looking out the window. "Started when you were kidnapped by the Malkuth Empire, seven years ago right?"

Being reminded of all the problems he has suffered thanks to that kidnapping served well to bring down Luke's mood. "Great, now thanks to them I'm going crazy." He said morbidly.

"Ah, I wouldn't worry about it too much." Guy said bightly, effectively disrupting the dismal mood. "So what do you want to do today, some sword practice?" At seeing the leering look suddenly on Luke's face he quickly clarified, "Not 'that' kind!" He shouted in a half exhasperated, half amused voice. Sometimes it seemed that devious boy wouldn't stop until he got him between the sheets.

"Your loss." Luke kept his indifferent act up for another few seconds before it crumbled before his renewed excitement. "Not today anyway, Master Van is here." Thinking about Van brought forth those images one last time before he succeeded in finally banishing them for good.

"Van's here, but today's not a training day is it?" Guy thought outloud. He did wonder why Luke's face gained a tinge of green for a moment though. He was sure there was quite the crazy story involved there, there usually was.

All Luke really was thinking about now was getting in some training with his teacher. "Apparently something came up." He wasn't even thinking about the other type of sword practice. It had been awhile since he had last gotten to try out his skills under Van's materful eye. It was the closest he would ever get to something outside his manor life. He couldn't wait until the day he came of age, then he could finally travel with him.

Knock, Knock, Knock. Someone knocked on Luke's door from the otherside. "Master Luke? May I come in?" A muffled feminine voice could be heard speaking through the door.

Suddenly looking nervous Guy said. "Uh oh I gotta get going now, I don't want to get caught here." Jumping back out the window the way he came he bid Luke bye. "Later."

Guy's fear of women really did annoy Luke sometimes. He still had something he wanted to ask him, he wanted to know if Guy had any idea what Van was up to.

"Master Luke?" Spoke the maid a little more insistently.

For some reason he just kept getting annoyed today despite his best attempts to overlook it. That in itself is annoying which just, ugh. "Yea yea, I hear you. Come on in it's open."

Coming in, the maid bowed formally to Luke before saying. "His Grace requests your presence in the Drawing Room."

Luke knew better then to flirt with the maids when they were all buisiness like this, more the pity. "All right, dismissed."

He never did like being ordered around, so Luke decided to stop in at Guy's room first on the way as a small act of defiance. When he entered the hallway however he found an interesting situation developing and was glad he took the detour.

Guy was standing in the corner of the hallway shuttered in by two of the manor's maids. Luke laughed when they kept complimenting the terrified man. It was one of those times the girls showed they really weren't all there up top. They could both be extolling Guy's virtues, about how he is charming, nice and refined, all the while ignoring how he makes it obvious he'd rather be anywhere but there.

Luke's laughter clued the group that they had an observer. The maids blushed when he called out teasingly. "I can't turn my back on you for a minute without you charming the ladies, eh Guy?"

At Guy's spluttered denials and increasingly anxious expression the girls turned thier attention back to him. They couldn't help but giggle loudly at what they called Guy acting adorable.

As the fear started to grow Guy looked to Luke in hope. "Help me out here, Luke. I think I'm going to pass out." He said with a trembling voice as his body shook all over.

Feeling mischevious Luke called out teasingly. "Sorry Guy, but Master Van is waiting for me, bye."

The last thing Luke heard as he left the hallway was Guy's screams as he was left to the maid's tender mercies. He was just lucky it wasn't some of the more aggressive maids this time. It was amazing Guy remained a virgin after all this time. Heh, that's what he gets for spying on me last night and not sticking around.

To be Continued ... please just drop me a line, even if to ask what the *%� I'm smoking.