Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A Dragon's Heart ❯ The two sides of lilac ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

Soft crimson eyes, clouded over by sadness, gazed down at the young girl in his lap quietly.

 

He didn't know what to do. He had attempted to heal the girl's wounds after just barely escaping his crazed arch rival's rampage, but the shadows' presence in her system was making it impossible to do anything but sit here and wait for the effects to dissipate.

 

Letting out a frustrated sigh, the Draconian detachedly ran an armored hand through his tousled, silky locks before turning his crimson eyes up toward the darkened night sky to gaze helplessly up into the heavens.

 

`What am I to do?' he mused helplessly to himself as his sorrow-filled ruby eyes wandered across the skies, as if expecting to see an answer written in the stars.

 

Seeing nothing, the Draconian shook his head sadly from side to side as small streamlets of tears began to make their way past his closed.

 

`I can't let it happen again, I just can't…'

 

Feeling the familiar prodding of the suppressed memories trying to invade the corridors of his mind, the Draconian let out a strangled yell and desperately grasped the sides of his head and began shaking it violently from side to side, determined to rid it of the images that were flashing through his mind at random intervals.

 

“I won't go back there, not again…not ever again” he whispered out, his eyes clenched tightly as rivers of tears continued to stream from his clenched lids and his voice shook uncontrollably. A particular nasty one caused him to let out a slight whimper as he shied into himself, enveloping the girl closer to himself for comfort.

 

`Why does this have to happen to me?' He asked himself as silent tears trailed from his lidded eyes. `Can't it happen to someone who doesn't have as many problems as I do?'

 

A large gust of wind brought him out of his reverie and with red rimmed ruby eyes, brimmed with tears, he shakily gazed up into a pair of soft lilac eyes, owned by none other than Huarta, the Dragon Princess.

 

“What is it my child?” she asked in a gently soothing voice, her lilac jewels sparkling as she gazed down softly into the deeply-troubled crimson eyes that she had loved and cherished so long.

 

Silence greeted her, but she smiled none-the-less.

 

A bit of his unease was washing away from her presence and for that she was glad.

 

The Dragon smiled lovingly down at him, her soft eyes continuing to sparkle, as she spoke again in that same voice that was so devoid of anything even near the usual deep rumble that her brothers' were famous for. “What is it? I'm sure I can fix the problem if you tell me?”

 

Feeling a bit more of his unease wash away with her presence, he gently shook his head, before sighing and looking away from her. “It's nothing.”

 

Feeling her concerning gaze on his back, trying to make out what was wrong, he trailed his eyes trailed away into the distance and continued. “Nothing I can't handle…besides,” his eyes trailed back and he gazed at her somberly “I am not even your responsibility. The Dragon that I am bonded to is not one of your sons.”

 

Gazing down at him sadly, she had the sudden urge to study the emotion swirling within those beautiful ruby depths, but found it impossible as his gaze was fixed to the ground. She shook her large turquoise head and let out a sad sigh, before continuing, her eyes silently gazing down at the same spot.

 

“Even though, Prince, I care for you just as much as I do any of my other children bonded to my sons and daughters” She tore her gaze away from the ground and their gazes locked. “The fact that you are bonded to my eldest brother doesn't change that,” she finished quietly, her lilac eyes studying his frozen features.

 

His eyes widened in shock before softening and drifting back down to their normal size and closing. He sighed. “Even so,” his eyes opened back up again and he gazed down softly at a spot two feet in front of him. “…I'm the prince…,” his eyes closed sadly. “I have to do everything alone…”

 

Huarta's breath hitched as she felt the pain imbedded in each and every one of the prince's words wash over her. Feeling the pain wash over her very heart, she brought up a leathery, taloned hand and rested it across the left side of her breast.

 

`That pain…'

 

Even though she had felt a great deal of pain over the course of her lifetime, most of it around the time of the last war, it had been a long time since she had felt anything even close to the degree of pain that she felt radiating off of the young prince.

 

It was a pain that anchored to his very soul.

 

Taking her taloned hand away from her breast, she momentarily let it linger in the air, before resting it firmly on the ground. Bringing her eyes back up, she mentally flinched at seeing soft tears trickling down the sharp sides of his face. Undoubtedly slipping from the prince's eyes when he thought she was too lost in thoughts to notice.

 

“Prince, please tell me what is bothering you, it pains me to see you like this…”

 

“It's nothing,” he muttered, quickly wiping the evidence of his tears away. He looked up at her with passive crimson orbs, darkened as if trying to mask the pain that was swelling within his being. “Nothing,” he continued, averting his gaze. “Nothing I can't handle,” he repeated, gathering the girl into his arms and standing, lifting her up bridle style as he turned away.

 

“Prince, if this is about what happened a couple of months ago, I understand, but you can't keep blocking out everyone; it wasn't your fault.”

 

“I said,” he looked back over his shoulder at her, his gaze a bit harder, “that it was nothing.”

 

“From what I can tell, it's not nothing,” she continued gently, her eyes gazing down softly into his hardened crimson ones, as she all but forgot the hard tone he had used.

 

He whirled around fully on her and his features hardened considerably. “If I were you,” he started slowly, “I would watch what I say,” he continued, his narrowed eyes boring into hers “especially if it was something as smart as that,” he finished, his baritone voice, dripping with menace, lowered and deadly, as he regarded the other through slit ruby orbs.

 

“Prince, I wasn't trying to be smart,” she sighed, as her eyes left him for a second to linger on the ground, before she brought up a clawed hand and ran it smoothly up his soft face until a tear that had unknowably slipped out of the prince's right eye had collected on her fore-talon.

 

She withdrew her hand away from the prince's shocked face and let it fall perpendicular to the ground, letting the small tear trickle silently down her hooked talon until it had collected at its tip.

 

Seeing the small bead of moisture become heavy and fall, she quickly swiped a hand out under it and sent a wave of magic hurtling upwards so that the tear froze in midair.

 

Regarding the prince's shocked expression with a soft smile, Huarta gestured toward the small tear that was presently dangling in midair.

 

“A tear,” she started, “can be something of the light and the dark.”

 

She turned away from him and gestured toward the city's darkened silhouette.

 

“It can be experienced by all creatures, of the light and the dark.”

 

She turned back toward the prince and gazed down at him through a set of sparkling lilac eyes.

 

“And most of all… it can be something used to express true happiness, or true pain.”

 

She regarded him with another soft smile.

 

“It is up to its holder what it is used for,” she finished, her large, lilac eyes sparkling majestically as the rogue beams of moonlight that had just escaped the cloud's cover passed over her and illuminated her large form.

 

“You mean…” His eyes drifted away from the dragon's to gaze down into the soft face of the girl slumped in his arms. “…That if I want to change how I'm feeling, I have to do it myself by my own choices?”

 

His gaze left the girl's face to peer up into sparkling violet questioningly.

 

“Is that what you mean?”

 

She smiled gently down at him. “That, you will have to figure out on your own,” she responded softly, her gaze holding nothing but love for the Draconian in front of her, as she lightly beat her wings and lifted off the surface of the building.

 

“But how am I ever supposed to know that I know if you don't tell me?” he called after her, disposing of the girl on the surface of the building, before running across its hard surface, trying desperately to reach her as every mighty flap of her wings sent her another five meters out of reach.

 

“The moment you know is the moment your life changes forever…”

 

And she was gone.

 

 

 

Across town, in a darkened alleyway, shadows were manifesting themselves at the bottom of a wall, hungrily eating away at the bricked partition, before roaming up and widening to leave space for a darkened, shadow entranceway to form.

 

A single boot emerged out of the pool of swirling shadows, followed by a leg, than an arm, than a shoulder, until an entire body had emerged and the shadowy entranceway had faded back to nothing more than an ordinary wall.

 

A pair of unfeeling lilac eyes slowly roamed the expanse of the alleyway, before a sneer twisted its way across his features.

 

He couldn't believe their so called `prince.' He had done it again.

 

Like all other confrontations, he had run away. Run away in the heat of the battle when they finally could have reached a deciding factor on the battle at hand.

 

What made it even more despicable was that he ran away when a shift in power had become apparent.

 

The very thought of those wretched Draconians looking up to this `one', the one that they had come to call `The Chosen One,' the one believed to be destined to finally end the threat of the shadows and fulfill the prophecy, was just pitiful.

 

Even he, the enemy, could recognize that.

 

From what he could tell from his frequent run-ins with the leader of the Draconians, the other was breaking. From what he did not know, but he was definitely breaking.

 

His soul was in jeopardy and the Draconians, too lost in their vision of him being the salvation that they have been waiting for, could not see it.

 

The maniacal grin that had become etched across his face during his reverie faltered a little.

 

But even so…even if he was his mortal enemy, he felt a shred of compassion for the other leader, even if it was only minuscule.

 

Letting out a small sigh, the figure started walking along the alleyway, unconsciously dragging a hand across the bricked surface, as he surveyed the ground in front of him and continued with his reverie.

 

How they couldn't see it, he really did not know, but with them being so caught up in trying to protect the useless mortals, he wouldn't be surprised of the number of things that had already slipped past them unnoticed by them since the arisal of his shadows.

 

Reaching the end of the alleyway, he stopped abruptly when something new struck him. It had only been a small thought, hitting him so fast that he felt like he had been hit by a freight train, but it had definitely gotten the point across.

 

Oh, he could definitely use this to his advantage. With this statement, a sick grin crept its way across his features and glints of insanity could be seen bubbling their way up in his harsh lilac pools.

 

Oh yes, definitely to his advantage.

 

Even if he did feel a shred of compassion for the other leader, that didn't stop him from hmmm…let's say…taking advantage of the present situation, now did it?

 

And with that, a maniacal grin became placed on his features and he stalked out into the night.