Sorcerer Stabber Orphen Fan Fiction ❯ Velvet Flames ❯ Weaving New Spells ( Chapter 2 )

:: Velvet Flames ::

Sorcerous Stabber Orphen

Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.

Rating: PG

Pairings: Krylancelo(Orphen)+Azari, Hartia+Krylancelo, Childman/Azari, eventual Krylancelo/Majic

Warnings: slightly AU, OOC, shounen ai

Changes: Orphen will, for the most part, be known as Krylancelo, at least for the first few chapters

Notes: Eh, ends with a cheap, typical cliffhanger, but at least I finally got the chapter done, ne? I'll also be including spell translations from this point on, but only for new ones. I won't repeat any of the translations for the Sword of Light spell later on in the fic, for example, since I explained it here. Okay? Yay!

Spell Translations: Keep in mind; these are probably not completely accurate...

Ware wa hanatsu, hikari no hakujin! (Sword of Light, whom I do release!)

Ware wa kudaku, genshi no seijaku! (Origin of Silence, whom I crush!)

'They don't have anything on clairvoyance?' the red-haired boy thought in disgust. 'What kind of magical school is this, anyway?'

Krylancelo was sitting at a table not too far away from him, looking extremely bored. At Hartia's insistence they were at the library during their free time, though why he wanted to go there was beyond him completely. He was bored, tired and anxiously wanting to go out and practice some new chants he had thought up the previous night. Azari had already given him permission so he was eager to get out there.

"Got it," Hartia whispered to him. "Come on."

Krylancelo was glad for a reason to get away. He stood without bothering to push in his chair, though he knew if Azari were there she would scold him for being so careless. Hartia was making his way to the door but something had caught the brunette boy's eye. Unsure if what exactly he had been, he retraced his steps and peered around a bookshelf.

An older student was sitting at one of the tables, reading something -- in a very soft voice; Krylancelo could barely hear her -- from a rather thin book. A small boy was at her elbow, paying unusual attention to her. It startled Krylancelo when the boy glanced over at him with wide, innocent blue eyes. He blinked and gave the older boy a shy smile, a smile that died quickly as Krylancelo continued to stare at him and he quickly ducked his head, turning back to listen to the girl.

'Something about that boy...'

"Krylancelo!" Hartia hissed.

"Coming..." The brunette shot the small blonde boy another glance, surprised to find himself once again being stared at. The boy quickly averted his gaze when he realized Krylancelo had caught him, only piquing the older sorcerer's interest. 'I wonder...'

He slipped away before Hartia could call for him again, rejoining his friend just outside the thick library doors. "What were you doing?" Hartia asked, sounding vaguely annoyed and merely slightly curious while he poured through the book in his hands.

"Nothing," came the automatic response. "I just... Got a little distracted, that's all."

Hartia paused. "Well... Okay..." 'Another vision or something? Perhaps...'

Later found the red-haired child alone in his room, pouring through the single book he had "borrowed". Technically, he wasn't allowed to take it from the library, but he felt this to be a special case. Besides, the book had been old and dusty, as though no one had touched it in a good long while. No one would be missing it, not for a while, anyway.

'Naa... None of this sounds like what Krylancelo might be experiencing,' the freckled youth thought in frustration, chewing on his lower lip. This wasn't good. If he couldn't find out what was wrong, it was definitely going to keep affecting his friend until he started showing systems during class. Then... Well, Hartia wasn't sure what would happen then, but if any of the other jealous masters, like Flameheart, found out, they'd be sure to lock Krylancelo up and do something to him. That something might even be along the lines of experimenting on him, keeping him isolated, draining him of his powers to further prevent whatever was happening...

Hartia shuddered. He couldn't let them do that to his friend. He really couldn't. It wasn't just the automatic loyalty that came with friendship... It was something just a little deeper than that.

He could admit to himself, he probably had a crush of some sort on his best friend. But, the way he saw it, it wasn't anything serious. He didn't mind at all that Krylancelo seemed smitten with Azari, and he didn't get excited when the other boy touched him or spoke to him. He could receive all that normally and respond normally. It didn't make his heart pound or his blood run hot or cold. He simply admired his friend; admired his raw potential and obvious determination.

Hartia smiled to himself, shaking his head as he gently turned over a worn page. 'So, technically, that doesn't make me gay or a homosexual or anything. I just admire my best friend. Nothing wrong with that.' There was nothing wrong with that at all.

The door was thrown open without warning, causing the golden-eyed boy to start, his hand shutting the book automatically as guilt washed through him. "O~i, Hartia," Krylancelo said in a loud, irritated voice. "You hypocrite. You yell at me for being late this morning and you can't even be on time to meet me tonight?"

"Ah..." Hartia gave him an apologetic look, shoving the book under his pillow. "I apologize. I was just studying."

Krylancelo gave him a suspicious look, but it died quickly. "Aa, whatever. C'mon, Azari gave me free reign again tonight! We can go after dinner," he announced excitedly. By 'free reign' he meant that he was allowed to use the special training area.

"Must we?" Hartia sighed, walking beside his friend as they made their way down the wide hallways.

"Yes," Krylancelo said simply. "It wouldn't be so boring, y'know, if you'd train with me."

Red strands flew as Hartia shook his head in a negative. "I'm not going to be caught practicing untaught chants."

"Your loss," was all Krylancelo said.

Hartia watched him for a long moment. '... There's nothing wrong with admiration at all...'

His sienna-eyed friend seemed in a hurry to eat and leave, so Hartia himself barely got enough time to have his own decent meal before Krylancelo was dragging him out again. Sighing more in exasperation than annoyance, Hartia allowed himself to be dragged, taking a seat a good few feet away from his friend.

"Ware wa hanatsu, hikari no hakujin!" A random rock exploded to dust and, for once, Krylancelo looked bored. His eyes lit up with a wicked look, however, and he shot Hartia a mischievous glance that made the other boy feel like the pit of his stomach had just fallen.

"Ware wa kudaku, genshi no seijaku!" There was a strong gust of wind and suddenly a chunk of pillar caved in, as though something heavy had fallen on top of it.

Hartia gaped, leaping to his feet. "Krylancelo!" he sputtered. "You... You've been creating more...?"

"Why not?" was the careless question before the brunette had his hand aimed at another larger chunk of rock, eyes glittering with the excitement of trying a new spell. "Ware wa kudaku..."

Hartia caught a glimpse of something golden from behind the rock. Something moving... "W-wait, Krylancelo--"

"Genshi no seijaku!"

Both boys were startled to hear a thin cry of pain that emitted from behind the rock being crushed. Krylancelo was so shocked he lost control of the spell and it dissipated whine Hartia cringed, running over to peer behind the cracked object.

"Krylancelo, look," he whispered.

Pale and with his hands shaking, the boy peered around the rock with frightened mahogany eyes. Curled up on the ground, whimpering softly in both pain and fear was a small boy. A very familiar small boy with blonde hair that seemed to shine gold in the setting sunlight.

"Are you all right?" Hartia asked, kneeling beside the young boy. Long, thick blonde lashes parted to fearfully peer up at the boys before the boy nodded slowly. The next thing either of them knew, Krylancelo had grabbed the boy by his robes, clenching them in his larger fists. "What are you doing out here?" he demanded, taking a look at the coloured band wrapped around the boy's forehead. "Flameheart's student? You're not his imp, are you?"

"Krylancelo," Hartia scolded. The other boy hesitated, noting the frightened tears in the whimpering child's eyes, before he sighed and released him.

"Sorry..." came the grudging mutter.

"I... I'm sorry," came the tiny voice. "I just... Want to use magic like that. Pretty magic."

Krylancelo and Hartia exchanged puzzled glances, though the former was clearly amused at the "pretty" adjective. "So you were just watching him?" Hartia asked gently.

The small boy nodded, his angelic face lighting up. "Yes! He's very strong! I watch all the time!" Realizing his slip too late, he clapped a hand over his mouth, peering up at them guiltily.

'So he's the one from the library...' Krylancelo thought. He found it kind of odd the boy would want to imitate him, though. After all, Azari was the student roll model. It would have made more sense if the kid had admired whatever Krylancelo did that Azari could do, but...

"What's your name, anyway?"

Trepidated blue eyes blinked but the small child managed to respond in his sweet, almost girly voice.

"Majic Lyn."