Ronin Warriors Fan Fiction ❯ Purgatory ❯ Awakenings ( Chapter 14 )

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Purgatory

 

Darklight13

 

Cye sat by Yulie's bed waiting for the boy to wake up. He had a fever last night and Sage had sat with him feeding healing energy into him throughout the late hours. Sage was now currently comatose and recovering his energy. Now Cye sat with the young man waiting on his eminent awakening. He was musing on what had occurred these last few days. Cale had been incredibly pissed off when he had finally found them. They had at Kyra's request gathered up an unconscious Mia and all had come to the Dynasty where they had revived her.

 

It had actually worked and she had woken up a few times for a short time before collapsing back into sleep. Each time she had awoken it was for a longer period of time. But unfortunately they had left before either Cale or Yulie could be found. White Blaze and Rowen had gone out to find them. The tiger had found Cale and Yulie and brought them to Rowen who had promptly brought them to the Dynasty. Cale had pitched a fit when he found out. Saying that he could have been found a hell of a lot sooner and the boy helped a lot quicker if they had just used the sprits to find him.

 

Kyra had shot back that the specters were no longer responding to her orders and that she and Sekmeht had a hell of a lot more to do than keep tabs on one wandering warlord. The ensuing argument had lasted for hours.

 

Cye pinched the bridge of his nose. His thoughts about what had happened were in truth not important. What was important was that this little boy wake up and then he could begin a mental healing process with the boy. Cye reverently hoped the boy would forgive them for leaving, they in all honesty were more worried about Mia at the time rather a little boy who had run off into the night in a fit of temper.

 

`Priorities need to be in line old chum. Not just on one person, Yulie looks up to all of us and what did we do? We left him in that forest by himself!' Cye would blatantly state that he was at fault for just letting the boy go, he should have been keeping an eye on him rather than argue with Kento like that. Then when he had noticed him gone he was too busy to worry about the young man. Right now Cye felt about three inches high and getting shorter.

 

Pinching the bridge of his nose again he gave another sigh. “Don't beat yourself up, Cye. I really do understand.” The said teen's head shot up and looked at the boy in the massive bed. He was awake and giving a weak smile. A relived laugh/sob came from his lips as he moved over to sit on the bed. He reached down as gently as he could and he hugged Yulie. Guilt just as quickly washed away his relief and he double-checked the wounds to see if the boy was okay. Yulie protested the babying but a few quick words from Cye hushed him. Seeing that he would live Cye sat back and gave a shaky smile.

 

“Don't worry about it I said. I understand. I ran off and I knew better. I'm sorry.” Yulie said quietly almost in answer to Cye's mental guilt. Blinking Cye nodded mostly to humor the boy but Yulie would have none of it. “Cye, listen don't you even think about just going along with this like I'm not at fault! YOU DID NOTHING WRONG!” His speech was cut short by a fit of coughing that produced a bit of blood. At that point Cye had had enough.

 

`SAGE! Get over here now! Yulie's awake and I've riled him a bit. He's coughing blood up!' was the mental shout Cye gave along the Ronins link. On that same link he felt the others stir and start towards the room.`Sage!'

 

`I'm on my way!' was the answering sleepy reply. Once again Cye felt a massive amount of guilt. Here he was getting Yulie all in a tither and Sage was in no condition to really help and…

 

“Cye stop it!” Yulie managed to get out before another wave of coughing hit. He had his hands covering his head and ears, like he was getting a huge headache or hearing an incredible loud noise. Cye stepped closer to the boy thinking that there was something wrong with his head, after all he had a nasty fall and the resulting concussion may be producing side affects. Another wave of guilt and worry washed over him.

 

Ryo rushed in looking at the scene in the room, Cye was bent over Yulie obviously trying to help him and the boy was weakly pushing him away, telling him to stop and was coughing bad. Moving over to the bed Ryo caught Yulie by the cuff of his shirt and gently pulled him back down to the bed. He relaxed immediately into Ryo's touch, coughing still but calming down. Cye reached out and touched his forehead checking for a temperature. Once again it sent the boy into another crying / coughing fit. yelling at Cye to get away, to stop, stop it. Confused, Ryo looked up into his friends face for an idea as to what was going on Cye had backed away and was looking hurt and confused.

 

Sage rushed in and went immediately over to the bed, hands out touching the young man's chest; healing energy flowing from him. Sekmeht was right behind him with healing herbs and potions. He immediately began making an herbal tea. Yulie was still begging Cye to stop it, to go away and just stop it. Sage turned to his friend and quietly asked the auburn haired man to leave.

 

With a nod the bearer of Torrent stepped outside the room, pushing past the others in his hurry. His mind was a whirl of confusion hurt and guilt. He pushed past Dais and Cale in the hall and headed towards one room where he might find peace.

 

Walking in Mia's room he found her awake and confused. “Cye…. What's going on? Dais just jumped up and ran out of here like demons were on his tail.”

 

“Yulie is awake and coughing up blood. I was there…he …I…kept getting him …upset. I don't really know how…. he just…. really ….I must have…” Cye felt tears well up in his eyes as he felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and helplessness. Sitting down on Mia's bed he cradled his head in his hands. The emotions of the last few days finally catching up with him. All of the worry, guilt he had shouldered plus all of the emotions the others had been projecting outwards that he had been enduring. Almost every negative emotion that a person could experience was washing over him from his friends. Normally he would just stiffen the upper lip and go on but here in the realm it seemed like his receptors were on high. Times like this were ones that he despised being empathic. He was so damn vulnerable!

 

Warm arms went around his form from behind and he relaxed into the soothing feelings coming from the body beside him. Calm and tranquility eased his raw emotions momentarily. With a violent surge he felt all of his pent up emotions gather once more. Twisting he reached for Mia's form and pulled her closer to him. Screw propriety! Right now having her in his arms, pressed up against him felt like heaven.

 

Mia had seen Cye get upset before, usually after he sensed something particularly nasty going on, but this was the worst. He was shaking and crying and gripping at his head, the sight pulled her up out of her little nest and she crawled over to him. Wrapping her arms around him, making shushing noises she tried to calm the young man. When he had stiffened she had thought that she had pushed too hard, that the proper young man had taken offense to her gesture. When he had turned and grabbed her it had been so fast that she did not realize what had happened until she was sitting…more like straddling his lap and he had pulled her flush against him. Head buried in her neck and hair she felt his sobs more than heard them. Reaching up she rubbed his back and ran her fingers through his hair. She thought of an instance not so long ago when she was in his arms crying her eyes out, he had been the one calming her.

 

It seemed like ages but Mia felt him begin to relax. In all honesty she had no real idea what he was going through. He had once mentioned that he was gifted, but it had caused the others to be a bit uncomfortable finding that their emotions were out in the open for him to just pick up. Afterwards he had reassured that it was only intense emotions that he could pick up and he usually tended to block them anyways. She had cornered Cye later and asked all manner of questions, she wanted to know more about his abilities. He had laughed he questions off and said that she just best be glad that she didn't have the same curse, that some things weren't worth knowing. Now she understood his words, he really did have a gift and curse, one that was hard to deal with.

 

Turning his head to the side Cye took in his first unrestricted breath in a while. Slowly coming out of his emotion induced haze he began to become aware of the real world again. Like honeysuckle, he smelled honeysuckle…? Opening his eyes he realized that he still held Mia in a rather compromising position, with one arm wrapped tightly around her waist and the other keeping her pressed flat against his chest. With a blush he pulled back from her only to be caught in her arms, being pulled back to their previous position. He tried to argue but she hushed him and finally he relaxed, dropping his head on her shoulder again. In all honesty he needed this.

 

Wrapping his arms loosely around her waist her he allowed the emotions he had felt in the last few days, months really, ride away on the waves of the soothing sensations that flowed off of her like tides of the oceans. Right now he needed to forget everything, she was his angel pulling him out of the storm.

 

In the back of his mind, deep within his subconscious, something stirred. Like a premonition he knew that he had best rest up, else the storm before him may sweep him out into the dark waters of his mind. Dark emotions rode on the winds in the Dynasty, and he was especially vulnerable to all of them. He needed to shore up his defenses, an angel may not always stand so close by.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Deep within the room shadows stirred and became still. Whether it was a draft that caused the candle to waver or something else neither noticed nor cared.