Disclaimer: Expect the same thing.
I DON”T OWN NOR CREATED YYH. (Sigh!)
There I said it out loud and clear! I hope in my heart that
nobody will sue me, I’m just a minor, poor, helpless,
I can’t even write a decent fanfic, I can’t even support myself,
blah-blah-blah…you know stuff.
Reminders: This is the first time that I wrote a fanfic
(actually the first one I finished.)
It may have a similarity to Shiro but believe me it’s not my
intention to be copycat, so please…don’t be mad at me,
I’m begging you! Take note also of the differences and style of writing.
Shiro’s much better than I am. (No Kidding!)
About the sloppy grammar and choice of words,
please bear with me, this is my first time (Blush!)
I wish I read the fanfics posted on this site first so at least
I would have an inkling of what form my writing should be.
Again, bear with the slack quality of my writing ability.
Shiro, if you are offended tell me then I’ll request to put this thing to trash
(but I worked so hard! anyways I respect and honor you, your wish is my command)
WINGED PROMISE
When I was child during a camping trip I got lost deep in the forest
and fell on a hole. I was 4 or six so I was way helpless on my
own but there was a wolf, a very beautiful wolf with silvery blue hair
and eyes the deep shade of amber.
He was huge and his fur so soft and warm on my skin as
he nuzzled and fussed around me while I lay wounded and weak.
But I knew then and there that this was no ordinary wolf.
Even in my childish state of my mind I realized that he’s not ordinary.
How can he be? The way he moved around me and nudged me to
stand up or the way he licked my wounds with a strange green paste
are the reflexes of a beast intelligent and it’s in his eyes,
those imploring eyes, asking worrying and loving.
I was sure of this; he saved me from death’s door.
The blood could have attracted wild animals and with my wounds
I would not survive. He was my prince, that gentle and sweet wolf
bathed by moonlight, if he could talk he probably would ask me how I was.
But who knows? Like I told you, he’s magical and beautiful almost
to the point of being surreal.
Guided by the moon and the stars, he carried me
on his back and sped past those woods and unto a familiar territory
where people came to search for me.
He settled me down on the forest ground peacefully.
I never felt threatened, In fact I felt safe.
As he turned away before giving me one last lingering look,
I lunged for him, my hands wrapping around his neck.
“Don’t go. Stay. You’re my only friend.”
I whispered in those ears and rubbing them playfully with my chubby fingers.
He didn’t say anything but gave a low whimper like he’s hurt.
Perhaps he was sad to leave me.
We both knew the magic woven between us, that tug within our hearts.
We recalled it and wanted to continue on.
Then an enchanted wind swirled around us and he changed.
He turned into a magnificent being with long silver blue hair and,
eyes soft and relenting. I only realized that he transformed when
my hands brushed up not on a fur but on a cloth.
I looked up and there he was…clad in white and bathed by the moonlight.
I looked at him head down to the foot and I saw a shimmer of
something exquisite on his left ankle. In my hazy gaze,
I peered through it saw that it was a leather anklet adorned with a single
lovely feather glittering magnificently on the edges followed by a
clear blue stone. My Prince wore it proudly.
When the cries of my parents grew louder and more distressed
he started moving away but not before letting me attach something on his wrist.
My favorite handkerchief, with roses and butterflies.
I never wanted anyone to touch it but with him, it’s different.
I wish I could give him so much more but I’ve got nothing left
but my little teddy bear, ragged from use since the day I was born.
And that I gave him too.
He placed it inside his clothes and smiled at me ever
so sweetly and then he bent over and brushed his lips against mine
and disappeared. I never saw him again.
But he said one thing to me, words that I would never forget.
“Come back to me Caeli.” Like a riddle, it left me puzzled,
grasping for an answer that I could not find.
After finding me, my parents asked who saved me
seeing the green paste on my wounds that turned out to be a medication.
I said it was a beautiful wolf that turned into a man.
They all had a funny look on their faces, they told me that a wolf’s cry guided
them to where I was…
From that point on in my life, I loved that wolf.
Even as the years passed by and age me with wisdom I
would always return to that childhood days where my prince
saved me from harm. No one believed my tale but I knew that he is
real and one day he would come back to me.
Just as I’ve come back to him. He called me Caeli and I called him Youko.
No reason at all, the name just rolled out of my tongue, like I’ve known it all along.
I would spend my day looking at wolves and nagging my mom to buy me
their stuffed versions. Somehow upon holding that I would feel a
certain sense of peace. I also think I could fly, spreading my arms
up in the sky I would pretend that I am a bird, wild and free.
My interest with them took a high level when I
started creating imaginative stories. Instead of knights and princesses
I would create and draw pictures of a mythical wolf-man.
No, not a werewolf but a beautiful creature with wolf’s ears
and tails but the rest of his body profoundly human and powerful
just like Youko. And the princess?
An angel, a dark-winged angel and they would have wonderful
adventures together fashioned by me of course.
I oftentimes see that angel staring back at me as I looked straight
into the mirror, only then that I realized that Caeli is a reflection of myself.
Now, the plots of my story became complicated when I
started to be aware of love between two different people.
I would now smear my fairy-tales with love scented scenes and
embossed them with mushy words that lovers could only dream off.
Perhaps it’s safe to say that he was my first crush and my first love.
And eventually the story of Youko and Caeli came to mind.
No, not in my mind in my heart and straight to my soul.
Then Fate led me straight to Kurama…
“And so…the silver-haired man approached her.
The moment was pure and magical she never wanted to forget.
He came close, amber eyes locking deep within her midnight ones
and together they shared a passionate embrace.
“Take me…with you.”
She murmured in those fleshy ears on his head as her wings
stretched itself wide and blanketed them in it’s glory and feathery softness.
“So this is how it is to be loved by an angel.”
He whispered brushing his lips against her.
“Nay Sir I am not an angel and never will I be.”
She admitted brushing her fingers lightly on his brow and
down on his mouth she wanted to kiss.”
I lifted my eyes towards my captivated audience,
each had a faraway look on their faces as if my very own words
made them travel through space and time, straight into the realm of my
magic-woven world.
“Now Triana, please continue.” T
he teacher coaxed me the other end of his glasses pressed on the
side of his head and his eyes mournful.
“Tell me what happened between the silver wolf and the dark-winged angel.”
I gazed down on my feet that were tightly pressed so close
together that I could fall if someone pushed me that instant.
“It ends there, I honestly don’t know how to continue.”
A loud moan of protest swept over the entire room and I smiled warily.
“I am sorry but that’s all I can read to you.
The story of those two only came to me by fragments and I still
had to work on some ideas on my head.” It’s the truth, really.
My teacher cleared his throat as he ran a hand over his smooth
bald head in a helpless gesture of frustration
“That’s quite a disappointment however there’s no denying of a
colorful story you painted for us with your vivid words.
I am so glad that I pushed through this project proposal otherwise
I would have never known the inner depths of your soul.
” Then he narrowed his eyes a bit.
“However, I am expecting a continuation of that story,
I am far too well intrigued to let that story end like that.”
The class murmured their agreement while I sat back
on my seat gloating all the way. A part of me was glad and happy
that I shared this story with them. But, Caeli and Youko’s story
is something painted for myself, it’s a reflection of my inner feelings
forming a small vortex of emotions…swirling…swirling.
Oh how I love this! But then I felt a stinging sensation on my back as
if someone is watching me intently. I spun around and came in contact
with a pair of emerald eyes, like precious jewels shining forth on me.
But his shimmer isn’t related to what I see on others.
He possess a different kind of emotions on those beautiful eyes,
his were a mixture of astonishment and the look of being found. Why?
Drawing my eyes off him, I stuffed my work neatly on my
folder and sat back on my seat not looking back…ever!
Even after the bell rung I didn’t look behind me, I scurried past the
people and straight into the school garden breathing fresh air.
Rude as it may sound, I brushed past the many people who came
for questions and to shower me with their praises. Not now, I can’t.
Then I saw him again walking past me with his usual
swarm of girls, admiring him, worshipping him but this time they talked about me.
I wish they hadn’t for he looked at me every now and then as he settled
himself on our school’s friendship area.
“Kurama is looking at you.” A voice inside me chimed.
I felt mad. I was beyond ecstatic. Kurama looking at me?
God must have smiled at me!
Kurama. My sweet Kurama. I’ve loved him the moment I
slipped inside our English class on the first day of school.
His eyes were soulful as he recited his own piece.
He spoke of a love lost and found as he walked around the front of the room
with gestures in those hands and occasional eye-to-eye contact.
I was mesmerized by his beauty and that look on his eyes,
so vaguely familiar. He was a very very stunning individual with that long
flaming hair curling on it’s end and almost sensuously on his neck and
cheeks while his skin a fair tone and those eyes, it’s the eyes of someone
with a deep personality …jade eyes, that sparkle and would warm
at you with it’s emerald glow that makes you think of an untouched virgin forest…
so vibrantly green.
I was on the edge of my seat listening to him.
He tilted his head towards mine as he recited his own feelings,
his voice vibrating with immense passion…
“And I’ve found her, sitting there staring back at me.
How the years changed her, how she merely beckons me to come to her
in a friendly manner. But alas! She was molded differently, all physical traits
of a girl I so long ago remembered vanished and she now stood before me….
different yet the same as what I’ve seen ages ago. It’s her feature that changed
and the warmth in those touches, the tepid fingertips now frozen by the hands of time,
but I was sure it’s her. That look of love in her eyes that love only for me glimmer
and shone despite the shadowy paintings of her pasts.
I only had to look with my heart not with these human eyes, I only had to listen
with my heart not with this, to know it’s her…the one person that I truly loved. ”
He said it with his voice dripping with longing, his eyes boring into mine as if
it was me who he was speaking of, the girl. The girl he loved.
He smiled at me and I smiled back, the corner of my mouth lifting,
Those eyes, that intimate sea green eyes lingered and spoke to me
in muted promises while I can only blink back at him.
My mouth parted a little wanting to speak, wanting to reprimand him,
but for what reason? An ancient feeling crept up inside me
the moment we connect and I trembled slightly. How could this be?
This man now I see with that familiar look on his eyes.
A glazed look that I always adored.
For a brief moment, scenes foreign yet distinctly familiar
to me fizzled and scalded me. Flashes of someone else’s memories,
hazy pictures of a man and a woman not of this world in a
comforting dance with love and their undying promises so vibrant and clear.
Youko and Caeli again, their scenes flowing and running through me
and blinking rapidly so fast I barely had time to capture them.
He did this to me! How dare he!
But now, it’s too late. I’ve fallen for him. The call of his words
made me want him, like a plea to be remembered and I so wished that
I am a girl he loves. Kurama, my sweet Kurama,
not a day passed that I would not look at you, stealing glances
longing to be recognized but afraid to move.
Would you reject me? Would you turn me away?
I may not be as sweet as those other girls but my love can
outwit them all and be the flaming core of your strength.
I only wish there was a chance, an opportunity for you to know me.
To let me embrace you with my words, my hands, my heart,
my whole entity…all for you.
Kurama…Kurama…He and my Youko.
Both seeping into my life turning themselves to vital energy source
that I need. But what difference they have! Youko,
my Prince with his silver blue hair existing only in my dreams
fashioned by a wolf from so long ago and Kurama,
the person who doesn’t even know I exist, the living one yet
so far from me. How cruel and sad it’s almost beautiful.
Both so different yet the same and both I can’t have.
And now as I stood far away from him,
I could only watch and whisper my farewell or even ask the wind
to deliver my promise with its shivering kiss.
Yes, let the wind cover up for my cowardice, let the wind
do the work while I sat there doing nothing.
The days soon passed but I’ve not finished the story
of Youko and Caeli, it lay there dusting, gathering up dirt
and cobwebs while I can only blink at those blank sheets.
A part of me is incomplete, I knew the story yet fragments of it missing.
Like I had amnesia only memories can never come back
for it was never mine. I stole it from my own world, my fantasy
that I wanted to be a reality. And Kurama, I never talked to him.
I was content on seeing him from a far. Oftentimes I would pay someone
to deliver him my messages, anonymous of course but he wouldn’t notice it,
lots of girls are after him. Girls that he deserved.
Then it was the end of the school year…
Time really flutters rapidly…not that I am having fun.
In fact I felt listless knowing that there are some things I should
have done yet never had the courage to pursue.
I tapped a pencil on my lips,waiting for the bell to ring.
As usual the girls around him were swooning only the taken ones
or the weird ones such as myself would not worship the grounds
that this Adonis had walked upon. But honestly I would love to,
but time and pride prohibits me. I’ve no time for this, no use for
childish prancing of dreamy thoughts or frenzied chase around the
campus and even his private solace his own home.
Today, I asked a boy to deliver to Kurama a poem.
The one that I’ve been working on for months, kinda like a farewell gift
but of course if he appreciated it he would let the boy know.
Looks like he didn’t.
Love should be pure and magical but how could that
happen with him. He doesn’t even know me, I sent him love
offerings that he so ignored. And so I left with one last look on his face.
Knowing too well, that I would see him again after a few months or worst never.
My parents planned on moving again.
Then the time has come…end of classes.
I picked up my bag, and warily looked at his way.
It pains me just to see him knowing that it might be my last.
I exited the campus, feeling pretty much arrogant
that I passed the entire school year with flying colors
I only tarnished a bit on that daring and love part.
But half of me is dying, wanting to turn around and be realistic.
But I can’t.
One year, I can’t believe I survived it all.
I may have dangled a bit with math but then all over,
I think I did a pretty darn good for a student.
But Kurama's good with everything he does…he’s almost perfect.
But summer’s here already, why waste a time over some hot guy?
Who am I kidding?
Past the tree-lined passage, I walked enjoying the solitude.
Students would either be going out with friends
and enjoying the season while I chose that simple solace of tranquility and-
“Can I walk you home?” Came a voice hidden beneath those trees.
I swallowed hard and looked behind me.
No one. I turned back sharply only to bump on a hard chest.
My nose!
My poor flat nose being minimized.
But how can I be mad when I know too well that voice.
That sweet voice who recites sonnets, haiku and historic
happenings with ultimate passion like he himself had experienced it all.
That voice, which swirls around you and transport you to a world
so alien but magical to you.
Slowly, I looked at him, he was at least 2 heads taller
than me and he towered above me almost shading me from the sunlight.
But he was a sun all by himself, so bright and beautiful so for me.
My source of light and life but possibly death?
And how did he get here faster than me?
“Hello there!” He greeted smiling down at me,
pearly white teeth framed by those luscious lips.
“Yah, Hello!” I greeted, was my voice shrilly?
His features were utterly stunning but what once again
that thing that truly linked me to him was that unmistakable
glint in those eyes, that certain longing and the look of being found.
It was all there in his eyes, a man that seems to speak
and love just with his own eyes.
“Triana, can I walk you home?” He asked.
My God, he knew my name! How could he know my name
when he hadn’t talked or even much share a greeting with him,
how could he possibly know? I blinked hard before forcing the corners
of my mouth to lift into a smile but I did something more than a
twitch or a slight muscle tension. But he took heart and grinned at me.
“Well, what do you say?”
“Sure?” It’s almost a question.
I walked on ahead and he followed suit.
He took my pace and we were silent almost like we were never together.
“You’re quiet.” He observed stealing glances
with those dark-fringed eyes of his.
I almost glowered but then I patiently look at him.
“Yes, some people say that.”
We finally rounded the corner where I would take
the bus towards my home and right on time,
the bus appeared and my heart did a little leap.
“Well, I shall go now.” Glad and sad that I would part with him now.
“I’ll go with you.”
He offered standing prim and proper not even considering
the possibility that I would reject his offer. Really, that boy…
In silence, the bus took me home,
I was glad that my family went on an early vacation
and so they wouldn’t see me with a guy, it would be too horrifying
for me to experience but then he’s Kurama, he looks fine and dandy.
What am I saying?
“You live near the school, you shouldn’t have
dropped me off to my house.”
I said quietly as I stood before the front gate of my house .
He looked up in the sky as if looking for words to answer my demands.
“Well, I just want to. I want us to get to know each other,
you know to build a friendship.”
He countered finally gazing down at me.
I couldn’t stop my mouth.
“Is there something I can do for you?
I don’t mean to be rude but guys like you noticing girls
like me is something that don’t happen everyday unless
you are crazy or in need of something.
Please tell me what is it that you want so I’ll be able to
provide you with what you need. No more hard works,
or plain acting just tell me and-”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence.
Under the shade of out tree, hidden to the eyes of the
spectators or passersby, he gently pushed me to a secluded area
guarded by the grooves of two trees.
My breath was snuffed out of me when my back hit the wood but his hands were folded neatly on my back to cushion my fall. My heart thudded against my chest and my eyes narrowed to shut the view of his face, so beautiful.
I can’t look. I don’t deserve this.
He tilted my face towards his and for a brief moment
my mind seem to play a few tricks on me before our lips
tasted each other, he seem to shift. I don’t know.
What is tension or jitter of first kiss?
He grew taller and his hair took a silver tone and eyes turned
into a golden hue but the sparkle is still there, that warm twinkle that I always loved.
My eyelids shut itself and surrendered to that blissful feeling.
Then it happened. His breath warming my cheeks he planted my lips
against mine and brushed ever so softly.
Tiny prickles of warm sensation traveled around my body and I sighed.
He kissed me again but this time briefer but the kiss heavier,
his mouth molded itself to mine in a warm passionate embrace.
It was warm and moist, the way he clamped his lips
against mine and the feeling was heavenly.
And his arms around me pulling me close not wanting to let go.
Don’t let me go.
I could die then and there and felt complete.
“Caeli, come back to me.” He whispered.
Did he really said that? I wasn’t so sure,
I was so drunk with passion and hysteria that I couldn’t be sure.
He had to pull me out of our tiny nook and his
grip on me was bit possessive like he wouldn’t release but
I don’t want to be. To be there in his arms that’s all I ever wanted to be.
“I am sorry.” He apologized looking down at me tenderly.
I pressed my lips together as f to preserve his touch within me.
“I-why?”
Around me the world continued on,
but for me time stopped when we kissed.
That supreme magical moment was mine to remember
but was it for real? Did he mean it?
I must have been too stunned and preoccupied
to speak so he patted me on the shoulder.
“I have to go now, I wish I could stay.”
Stay. I wanted to say.
“Have a wonderful summer Triana.”
“You too.” I whispered and he walked away just like that.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
continued on part 2........
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