[tenlittlesoldierboys]

[Zaire]

"There's a storm coming." The creature whispered while gazing at the horizon, the one next to them was only shaking their head.
"You're mad, Zachariah. There are no storms in heaven."
"What a pity, then, that this is the last place, I would call heaven."
"You should watch your tongue, Zachariah. Or at one point, your wings might burn."
"This summer storm will not only burn mine, dear Michael, but all of our wings."
"Let's hope you're just mad, then."
"There is no hope."
Shaking his head again, Michael turned his back on Zaire and walked away without another word.
Zaire themselves sighed out loud. Of course. They did not expect anyone to believe him, but they had hoped that at least Michael, who was known as the voice of reason in he heavens, would lend them an ear. It looked as though they were wrong.
They stared at the slight hint of fiery red, like a splatter of blood, that had started to show.
For the unknowing eye, this might as well look like the sun setting, but there was no sun in heaven. Zaire wished, it would turn out to be something harmless, but they knew, it wasn't.
A storm was coming. Fire and blood. It would be bad.
They closed their eyes and spoke a quick prayer, as if the mumbled words, addressing no one specific, could make the faint red disappear. But when they opened their eyes again, it was still there.
They sighed again. This it is then, they thought, the end.
Not that existing here had been bad, they surely could have had worse. And they wished there was a different way for it all to end. They had always prefered water and ice, or even air and the wind, but this storm was not a mere wind and no matter how many prayers they spoke - flames would be flames.
Turning away from the closing threat on the sky, their eyes wandered over the place that they called their home.
They have always been unable to put into words what they saw, at least to mortal ears their descriptions would always sound like nothing but utter gibberish. Words in the mortal tongue such as beautiful or mesmerizing were not enough.
Soon, all of this will be gone. Faded. Erased by a storm, that only they could see coming.
They wondered why. Perhaps it was, because they were not as blind to darkness as the other angels. Who knew? Sometimes they wished they were as blind as the others. Oblivious even, to the darkness that surrounded them. Oblivious to the flames drawing closer.
Zachariah wondered what would actually happen, when the storm would hit heaven. Would they all... die? What would the death of an immortal being look like? When their heaven was gone - where would they go?
"Impossible." They thought out loud. And for the blink of an eye, for just a moment, they believed too, that they were just mad, as Michael had said. But then they noticed the red storm, in the corner of their eye, and reality hit them.
The storm had drawn closer, the red shine had gotten bigger. They had to admit, that they actually had no idea, where it came from and what it was, exactly. A gift of the devil? Perhaps.
They had enough thinking about the cloosing doom, so they tried to turn their back to it and walk away.
"The storm does not scare me." They mumbled and it appeared, that they were trying to convince themselves of the words they said. They could claim to be not afraid all they wanted, but the truth was: They were. They have never before been afraid in their existance, of course, heaven gave no reasons for fear, but now they were.
They fled to the center of the heavenly place, tried to warn the others, again and again. But nobody listened.
And when they finally did, when they finally saw the storm coming too, it was too late.
"He will save us." One of them said.
"He will not abandon us." Another one agreed.
Who, he? Zachariah wondered. God? But which deity was actually looking out for them? Did anyone know?
They, for sure, didn't. And when the storm hit heaven, they were sure, that there was no God.
And that they were about to die.
They found themselves caught in the eye of the storm and they could feel the heat burning their wings. Suddenly, everything went black. And they fell.
And fell.
And fell.
After falling what felt like hours, trying to grab hold of something, anything, to save themselves, they landed.
They took a deep breath and breathed water. Their eyes opened and they saw the sparkling water, the moon eluminating the soft waves and the stars glitter on the lake's surface. In the background they heard a waterfall.
Then everything went black again and Zachariah allowed themselves to be soothed by the cool touch of the water.
At leas the storm had passed.

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markkkk

[Stitch~]

She is Coming

The following story blurb takes place during a time that swords were popular and females wore dresses. This story also involves two of my viscets Karou and Nani. This story is truth for Karou and is a retelling of the last time she saw her mother, Nani is just a fill in for this roll and does not show her true self. See some stories of Nani in my Viscet storage.

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A storm was coming but it was not what you would think. It was not a physical storm, it did not have rain, or wind or lightning or even snow, no it was much worse than that. This storm was a viscet and for Karou it was her mother. Now yes her mother is an amazing viscet ad most people who know her love her but for Karou it was a strained relationship. Karou and her mother have a strained relationship. Every summer Nani, her mother comes to her home and stays for a week and during that week she interferes with her life. Her mother will rearrange her entire living area along with getting between her and a possible mate. Every year Nani had ruined a relationship that she had been committed to all because she thought she was protecting her daughter from a bad guy. Most of the males left because they just simply could not handle her mother and the thought of her being around every summer always stressed them out to the point that they would leave. Every year like clock work at the end of the week Karou and her mother would get into the largest fight with one another and then by the next day her mom would leave with the vow to never return again. Now I know what you are thinking it could not be that bad, everyone has a crazy family member, but for Karou it has ruined many relationships with family and friends to the point where for most of the summer she is all alone as no one wants to see her while her and her mother are together. It is always constant fighting that then bleeds into her other relationships, Karou becomes angry and will cause arguments with her friends over nothing. She pushes her friends away and causes ugly arguments that normally would not happen. This is the storm that seems to never end and a storm that always returns.

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The door slammed shut as Karou came into the house that she had moved into a few years ago. It finally felt like hers but for this week it felt like a war zone as her mother was in town. Karou looked at her mother with fire burning in her eyes “ What did you do now!?” She yelled to her mother who was sitting on the couch with the most innocent eyes. Nani looked at her daughter with a kind smile “ what do you mean darling, I have done nothing, I have only told those…. those viscets to leave.” Karou growled “ They were my friends mother, they were not lower beings nor were they causing you any harm. Now they do not want to come here until you are gone and one is not even sure they want to even be friends with me any longer!” Nani shrugged “ You are better off darling, they are obviously not up to the standard of company that you should be keeping. You should be with well educated and proper viscets that will get you far in life.” Karou groaned “ You have got to be kidding me, if that was how I wanted to live I would have stayed home and been babied by you and turned into a little princess but that is not what I want and it never will be. I do not get how you do not understand that or how money and power are not everything in this world. Nani rolled her eyes “ Oh darling you are just too young to understand and you were always a little wild for a girl. You just have to get used to it and you will do fine and you will end up loving it.” Karou shook her head and growled “ Mother you do not understand nor will you ever.” Karou grabbed her sword from its place on the wall and strapped it around her hips. “ I am me mother, I am not a princess like you and I never will be, this may be a time when girls are not supposed to know how to use a sword but this is who I am and this is how it will be, until you get that we will not see eye to eye. “ she turned to leave and walked back to the door that she had stormed through but stopped and turned to look at her mother dressed in her layers of a dress and her lips went up in disgust “ I am not you nor will I ever be, until you get that don’t come back and when I come back I do not want you to be here. Goodbye mother.” And Karou left with a bang as the door slammed behind her as she ran down the road to catch up with her friends.

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[Thebattleangel]

mork

"A storm is coming," Jonathan said as he looked up at the sky letting his senses free to perceive what type of storm may come, he couldn't tell what type was coming but he was sure it was going to be bad.

"Are you absolutely sure what you saw is correct Jonathan?," "Yes Pheonix, we need to put the entire den on lockdown, we need everyone to lock up their sleeping quarters and hide," he nodded, the two ran to alert everyone

Long after alerting everyone Jonathan went into his own den, locking the door shut behind him, he worried for everyone else's safety, especially his mothers.

After a few hours of pacing about his den worriedly waiting for the storm to pass the power went out so he began to use candles so he could see, a little anyway, he was too scared to walk around with only a candle as the source of light.

After a long while of sitting in the dark he decided to steadily make his way into his room to lay in his bed, in bed he hoped he could fall asleep but the repeated lightning strikes didn't help.

After long hours of worrying Jonathan drifted off to sleep, sleeping out the crashing and banging of trees against his den, when he woke up the power was back on, when he stepped out of bed he stepped on a shard of glass that was made my a tree which crashed into his window.

[Snuggle_Bean]

Giving it a go Trying Out for items only if I'm aloud to say that ^^

[Tordier]

-snip-

[Winchester's Wolf]

Viscets Used:
Anastasia | Tampa | Justin
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Her eyelids fluttered open once she heard commotion from outside the room that she was staying in. She threw the warm sheets off of her and lazily dragged her feet across the floor to the chair that held her brown shawl. Anastasia picked it up and threw it around her, making herself warm once more. Now to see what the uproar was all about.

She turned her body over towards the door and headed over towards it, grabbing the silver knob. She pressed her head against the door and listened closely.

"Tampa! You go back downstairs and treat him with respect!"

"But father! He's a low life scheming crook that betrayed you, and not just you, he got me in trouble once with mother! Don't you think that I want to see him?!"

There was a silence that lingered for a moment. "Still, you should go see him. It would be nice- and if I do recall, you promised Miss Anya that you would introduce her to him.".

"And? Miss Anya is leaving tomorrow, so why should she be able to meet him?"

"But Tampa-"

"Don't 'But Tampa' me father! Lord, you are now starting to sound like mother." the prince huffed in anger.

"Well sorry that I'm trying to prove myself right Tampa."

The silence returned that was very unsettling to Anya, as she has never really argued with her parents before...Not like that, no. Anya turned the doorknob, pushing it in and stepping out into the hall. Her head turned to see Tampa walking down the hallway towards his room while his father stood there watching. The king turned around and jumped a bit once he saw Anya right next to the door of the room that she stayed in, "O-Oh, good morning Miss Anya... How long were you standing there?".

"Mm...I didn't see anything. But I did hear the argument that woke me up.”

“I apologize for waking you Miss Anya, is there anything I can do for you?” The king asked with a look of remorse on his face.

The noblewoman shook her head before proceeding to the throne room where a young, cow-printed viscet was standing. He had a nervous yet angry look on his face as she headed down the stairs. "Anastasia! Wait!"

Her head whipped around to see Tampa on the top step, looking at her with slight concern. "Pardon me, but may I have a word with you?" he asked, glancing at Justin. The cow-printed viscet let out a huff of annoyance, "Jeez Tampa, whatever you need to say to your mate you can say it in front of me."

"Justin- shut your trap, she isn't my mate."

So this was the Justin that Tampa was talking about during the garden party? Anya brought a paw up under her chin and she thought about something that would probably be not so nice of her.

"Oh really then? Well, it doesn't matter, I knew that you wouldn't fall for a noblewoman like her." Justin smirked as he checked his claws for any dirt. Tampa rushed down the stairs and started to bicker back and forth, with threats to and from the prince. As they were arguing, thunder sounded, shaking the castle just a bit. Anya was a bit nervous about it since she wouldn't be able to return home if it's going to storm. Her eyes wandered back over to the two who continued to argue despite the current circumstances.

Thunder sounded once more which heavy downfall followed after, causing the argument to die down a little. It was Tampa first to fully stop talking. Justin turned his head up a bit to look at the glass ceiling, "Great, it looks like I'm not able to make it home, thanks to your stubborn behavior.". Tampa looked at him in shock and let out an unusual hiss, "Excuse me? I don't care if you make it home due the storm! The most of my concern is that Anastasia cannot get home due to the storm!"

"Now, is it my fault for letting a foreigner in?"

The prince grunted and slapped Justin, surprising the three of them. Justin looked at the prince and rudely waved a paw in front of him before heading up the stairs, making his way down to the guest rooms- as if he knew where they are. "Now vas that really necessary?" Anya hummed bitterly.

Tampa ignored her and just walked off.

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The next few days, it continued to storm, getting worse and worse every minute. There was not much of a break, which worried the townsfolk that it was going to flood, and if it did then they couldn't really survive due to the low and bleak land formation and their close proximity to the ocean- who knows what that would bring in. This was brought to the king's attention, which he allowed the townsfolk to reside in the castle until the storm had passed.

During this whole ordeal, Tampa and Justin were still at each other's throats, mainly arguing about their pasts. It seemed to the noblewoman that their differences would never be put aside, even in this type of weather. Which of course made her a bit aggravated, but she remembered to keep her cool while here, as she didn't want to be sent overseas in this mess. Sighing, Anastasia trudged back into the room that she was currently sharing with two viscling twins.

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A couple of weeks passed and the storm hasn't passed. Tampa and Justin didn't cease arguing, and the noblewoman was beginning to feel homesick. She was like this for the last two days as she didn't move out of bed, and whenever she was out of the room, her movements were noticeably slow, which it raised a few concerns by some of the common folk, nobles, the king's herald and the king himself.

Whenever they tried to speak to Anastasia, she would just reply in a sad tone, muttering something barely audible. But they knew what she wanted, but they also knew that they couldn't just send her out on a ship in a storm like this. Besides, how would they? the village was flooded.

"Stop following me, Justin! It's like you are trying to backstab me like you did three years ago!"

Everyone's head raised and turned over towards the prince and the commoner by the name of Justin Winston, fellow crook. He was well known in the town, but he hasn't really done any real harm to them. But it seems he had done something to hurt the prince in a way that they will not understand.

"Well, it's kinda hard if I'm going this way to get a book. And I didn't backstab you, I don't see any markings to prove that I did." Justin replied back.

Tampa whipped around and clawed at Justin's face, which Justin got back at him by snapping at his arm.

Seeing this made Anya snap. And not in a very good way. "Vill you two just stop!" the noblewoman screeched. All went silent. Justin, having his jaws locked at Tampa's neck, glanced up at her. Tampa, obviously couldn't turn to his side and see the disgruntled look on her face.

"All you have done is argue all this time. Aren't you aware that the whole village has been flooded? Do you two even have any common knowledge to not fight around guests? Everyone, including me, has been watching and listening to you argue like five-year-olds over spilled milk.". Anya looked at Tampa and shook her head, "And you, I am mostly disappointed in you. You have promised me that I would meet Justin. Tis obvious that this is the way that I didn't want to meet him with you two bickering back and forth. And literally at each other's throats."

Justin let go of Tampa and just stood there. Tampa scrambled up to his feet and stood by Justin, with an apologetic look on his face. They both tried to apologize to her, but the noblewoman stopped them with a wave of her hand, "Forget it you two. I am upset. All you can do is apologize to each other."

And with that, she had walked away and into her room, now isolated.

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Everything was calm around the castle. Except with a few rebuttles here and there, but nothing too serious. Tampa and Justin got along by playing friendly games such as chess or draughts..which weren't always so friendly, but they stopped once they remembered Anastasia's words.

The storm had calmed down a little, but not enough to the point where it was safe for the villagers to return home. There were strong winds, which were strong enough to pick up vislings and full grown viscets up and off to another part of the kingdom. And there was the village- the village streets were still flooded.

Ross and the king had taken note that Anya locked herself in the room that she was staying in, so they went and checked on her every now and then, to make sure she was doing okay ever since the foul outburst that made her more upset, but this time at herself.

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Another week has passed and there were some signs of the storm calming down. Tampa, at this point, was neutral towards Justin, which Justin was the name towards the prince. Yet they still haven't apologized to each other. They would prefer to do it when Anastasia was around so they didn't have to prove it to her that they actually apologized.

So the prince and crook walked down the halls, glancing nervously at each other, wondering if she was okay in the first place. She hasn't come out of her room for anything. Which raised the concerns higher. Especially now as the two had stopped to see that the king and the family's herald was knocking on the door more than once and calling out her name. They stopped and waited for a response that didn't sound.

Tampa looked at the floor in remorse, as this was his fault in the first place, so he pushed past his father and knocked on the door, "Anya? Look...Justin and I are sorry for acting like five-year-olds and we just want you to come out to see if you are doing okay. The storm has calmed down and Justin and I made amends and promise not to fight during the duration of your stay...Nor ever. So please come out?"

There wasn't a response from her, only silence. Tampa sighed before pushing away from the door and heading over back to where Justin was standing. But just as he did, the door swung open. Anya looked at the two and smiled softly, "I forgive you. Vut you still have a lot of people to apologize to."

The prince turned around and looked over towards the side, nodding slightly before heading over towards the pulpit that hovered over the two remaining thrones. He cleared his throat and gathered everyone's attention, "Good afternoon, I Prince Tampa hereby apologize for my foolish actions that led to the discomfort and unease amongst everyone. Especially to my father and Miss Anya, along with Justin."

Everyone remained silent before going back to their own thing. Tampa returned to them and shrugged. Justin smirked, "At least you tried."

"Yeah, at least I did." Tampa chuckled as he looked over to the side.

"Vell, looks like the storm is clearing up- I can probably leave within the next day or two." Anya butted in, trying to lighten up the moon, which wasn't really taken lightly by the crook and the prince, but they didn't bother as their heads raised to see the rain become lighter. And before you know it, it was over. The grey and gloomy clouds parted, allowing the sun to shine through the glass ceiling. Joyous chatter filled the castle as the five came down the steps.

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Once the village was restored and the RMS Clayoquot was docked at the docks, Tampa, Justin, the king and the family's herald walked with Anya, chatting amongst themselves.

"What a storm!" Ross exclaimed, yawning.

"I know, it was a bit destructive, but we are able to fix it." The king replied as he turned to Anya who was laughing softly. "Yes, it was quite a storm indeed. It possibly awoke by Tampa's and Justin's arguing. And subsided when they apologized to each other... But I might ve a little crazy." she giggled.

"Heh, it doesn't seem farfetched." Justin mused as he tilted his head a little.

The five laughed until it was time for Anya to board the ship back to Russia. She turned and looked over towards Tampa and Justin, "Vell, it was a pleasure meeting you two- all of you actually. Maybe we'll meet again- I could show you around my village if you decide to visit... However, just do me one favor."

"What is it?" both Tampa and Justin asked in unison.

"Don't make me send another storm your way."

The four of them flinched and looked at each other before looking at Anya, nodding as if agreeing to what she had said. The noblewoman smiled and headed onto the ship, turning and waving at them. They waved back until the ship departed.

Tampa was a bit disgruntled by her leave, Justin was a bit pitiful of the prince but he didn't want to have to comfort him as he was trying to decipher on what the noblewoman had said. But he couldn't quite figure it out.

No one would know the truth that the Russian noblewoman, Anastasia Lockheart was the one who caused the storm because of the crook's and the prince's dispute with each other. But why flood the village and endanger the lives of the village folk of the Seaside Kingdom? That is a question, my friend, for another day.

[Virixin]

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[ Viscets: Kapriel, Uru ] [ Word Count: xxxx ]

[_Alex_]

mark for now

[outro:tear]

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Main Characters: Taemin | Key | Yasha
Mentioned Characters: Aki |Aiichiro (Aii) | Mika
All owned by me

Word Count: 2136/2500

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“Taemin! Yasha!” A panicked young Viscet named Key screamed out as he ran through the streets of a small village. This isn’t good, his mind whispered repeatedly as he checked every road and alley he could find, the pure fear that laid within the male’s eyes could not be hidden as he search for his older brother and the new unknown Viscet.

The young male was scared of the truth he had learnt from the others that lived within this village, about this unknown Viscet he had just met. Although this unknown Viscet named Yasha was one of Taemin’s old friends, the truth behind Yasha was yet to be revealed to him and it scared Key to death on what this truth might do to Taemin.

The sound of thunder rumbled in the distance, making Key’s fur spike up and send his skin crawling. The thunderstorm was rolling in fast and soon enough Yasha’s body would be taken over. No good, where the heck are they? His mind screamed as a light drizzle rain started to hit the ground. He’s dangerous, dangerous, a demon lives within him, his mind echoed reminding him as he inhaled and exhaled deeply. Not wasting anymore time the male sprinted off continuing his search. I will find them.

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Hours earlier

“Hey Key, me and Yasha are just gonna go out for a bit, okay?” Taemin called out, but little did he know the youngling had gone out to explore the village. Sighing in getting no reply, the two friends were out the door to catch up with one another. Taemin hummed softly as they walked, however Yasha kept quiet and lagged behind a litte. Taemin turned his head observing the sudden change in the males body language and expression.

“Everything been okay, Yasha?” Taemin questioned softly as he stared at him, but only two big dull blue eyes stared back with ears pinned back. Yasha opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak for only a moment.

“Ah-h, it’s nothing.” Yasha answered, but his body language told Taemin a totally different story. Taemin’s eyes narrowed slightly seeing the difference in Yasha, the dullness in his eyes and flushed colours of his fur, he looked Ill. Something was wrong, very wrong. A rumble of thunder came into hearing, making Taemin jolt and Yasha spin as if he was on high alert.
“Ah right! There’s a spot I really wanted to show you Minny! Lets go” Yasha rushed, a sudden burst of energy ran through him as he grabbed Taemin’s paw and started sprinting. Taemin’s eyes widened at the sudden action as he was dragged. Struggling to keep up, Taemin managed to yell out one more thing before screaming unable to keep up. “Don’t call me Minny!”

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Finally coming to a halt, Taemin felt dizzy as he rotated in a circular motion. Yasha on the other hand was completely fine, his eyes beamed at the sight in front of the two. Shaking his head, Taemin too focused on the path ahead spotting a long, old pier and a gloomy looking ocean, in the distance a storm was brewing, rolling in a high speed.

“Uh-h, Yasha? What are we doing here?” Taemin stuttered as the aura became much more gloomy and dark. A wave of nerves stuck Taemin as the ocean became choppy. “Minny, isn’t it beautiful? The storm I mean.” Yasha’s voice had become much more deeper compared to his cheerful normal tone and once again the same dullness appeared on him.

Taemin remained quiet, not wanting to answer his friend. All Taemin wanted to do was have a fun time catching up with a long distance friend, but Yasha wasn’t Yasha and it made the red-haired male worried. “..Yasha.” Taemin started, but before he could continue, Yasha turned knocking the male out.

Slowly Yasha carried his friend to the edge of the pier and placed him down gently. As Yasha waited for him to wake up, the storm had finally arrived, hovering over them. Yasha stayed quiet and closed his eyes, taking in the thunderstorm and letting the air run through his fur. “Sorry, Minny.”

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Yasha’s body grew still and all Taemin could see was him staring out at the pitch black ocean. The night storm grew harsh as clouds began to spin above them, followed the wind picking up its pace and spraying sea water onto the both of them.
“Yasha..?” The red-haired male spoke in a broken voice as he held a paw to his head, his head throbbed with pain more as he moved ever so slightly. The black furred male turned, the old torn bandana wrapped around his neck flapped in the wind as Taemin was able to finally see Yasha’s face. A saccharine smile was placed on his lips and his ice blue eyes were different. The soft, dull and sad expression that laid within them before had vanish and instead was replaced with a sickly sweet and playful one.

“Yasha is unfortunately not here at the moment.” Even Yasha’s voice had changed in a more deep mature, formal tone as the demon within him had taken full control. A flash of lightning struck down behind Yasha, making a blue outline surround and light up the male’s features from Taemin’s point of view which felt slowed down. The same sickening smile grew wider and a single tear rolled down from Yasha’s left eye as he stared down at Taemin, making him realise the chaos he had found in front of him. As he continued looking up in shock, he noted that he didn’t even recognize the Viscet in front of him at all, one minute he was his friend and now he was a complete stranger.

The corrupted Viscet stepped closer to Taemin as low rumbles and clicking noises erupted from his throat, haunting Taemin’s hearing. Taemin tried to remain calm, avoiding the other male’s gaze which was uncomfortable and frightening. His mind was jumping in panic of what was standing in front of him and what this new awakened demon might do him.

“I don’t mean much harm, Taemin. Really, I don’t. But if I remember correctly, you have a fear of...the ocean?” Yasha questioned in a teasing tone, however before Taemin could reply or even react the smaller Viscet had already picked him up, throwing him over the pier railing and into the ocean. Taemin’s whole body went into panic as he was swept beneath the raging currents, the sound of thunder ruptured through the clouds and could be clearly heard even when fully submerged under water.

Taemin closed his eyes shut struggling to even resurface. ...Yasha. Taemin’s mind echoed as he caught a glimpse of the Viscet staring up at the swollen, grey clouds looking lost and torn. It wasn’t until another figure was seen colliding with Yasha’s that made Taemin’s mind jump once again. Yasha along with the new figure smashed into the sea, but before Taemin could react, both bodies had smashed into him. Unable to gasp for air, Taemin shook his head trying to focus more, however instead he felt more dizzy making him lose sight and consciousness. The last thing he had seen was a familiar light beige and purple tail sweeping around his snout and something grabbing his scarf, pulling him upwards.

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Eyes opening, Taemin’s body started rebooting. Aches and pains covered his body and he felt heavy, his fur was damp and his eyesight blurry as he struggled to refocus. Feeling sick at the taste of salt water lingering in his mouth he winced, shaking his head slowly and finally regaining his sight. His eyes immediately spotted his scarf, headband, and eyepatch which were dry and neatly placed on a bedside table. Putting them back on himself where they belonged, he scanned his surroundings of the small room. He gasped, tripping backwards and falling on his butt as he eyed the sleeping black-furred demon curled up on another bed.

“Calm down, Tae. It’s okay.” A soft yet low sounding voice stated. Taemin whipped his head around to see none other than Key leaning against the wall. Key, the young Viscling who Taemin had found abandoned as an egg and therefore had taken him in as his own and raised him, although the two were more like brothers compared to father and son. Taemin’s tense form softened at the sight of seeing him, making him exhale deeply and stare out the window. The storm outside had yet to calm and over the hours of Taemin being out,it seemed to of gotten worse.

“What happened?” Taemin whispered, his body still too exhausted to speak loudly. The male eyed the younger one, his eyes showing a mixture of emotions. Key pushed himself off the wall as he himself also exhaled deeply. Eyeing the demon Viscet, Key kept quiet not answering Taemin’s question and instead let his mind revisit the events that happened not too long ago. He was unsure on what to do with this Yasha guy, hearing the rumors from the village reminded him of the past conversations and arguments between Aki and Aiichiro that he would eavesdrop on when he was still only a Viscling.

“I guess it is true, it’s the same Viscet.” The youngling muttered putting the pieces together. Taemin observed as the youngling ignored his existence and instead drilled his sights on the other male sleeping. Eh, seriously Key? Not even going to explain anything, or show any emotion to my current state? The red haired thought giving him a annoyed glance over the fact that his younger brother wasn’t giving him the attention and answers needed.

“Yasha threw you into the water and you struggled to resurface. Then I pushed Yasha into the water, making both you and him black out and then I dragged both of you here before the current had sweep us away.” Key suddenly explained as if he had heard Taemin’s complaint, his voice was still soft yet low as his wine coloured eyes stayed fixated on Yasha. It felt like Taemin was missing something as he watched Key, it was as if he knew something. So many questions spun around in Taemin’s mind and he didn’t know where to start first, everything was still off and Yasha’s counterpart still lurked inside him. What the heck.

“Tae, I know you must be anxious, one of your well-known friends just turned on you for no reason and threw you into the ocean, but just know its not his fault, you can tell he’s not in control. He has a demon within him after all.” Key finally switched his focus from Yasha and onto him. “I don’t know the full story, but when I was left with Aki that one time, I heard her and Aii speaking about this Yasha Viscet and how something about Yasha broke Aki to leave him and take Mika with her.” Both Taemin’s and Key’s eyes softened as they fixated on Yasha’s sleeping form.

“It seems even now he's not back to normal yet, nor does anyone know if he’ll be turn back into that same Yasha we once knew.” Key added with both ears pinned back. Yasha’s body then started twitching, signaling that at any moment he was going to wake up.

Oh Yasha, I wish you had told me sooner. Taemin thought, cursing at the fact that he didn't help him earlier or even notice the struggles of keeping the demon at bay.

“Well I guess we have another storm to get through, aye?” Taemin’s voice wobbled, his face was shaded by his hair as he grabbed his trusty hammer Key left on the side of his bed, sweat dripped down the side of his face as he was stuck in thought. Key watched as the tense aura surrounded his older brother, making him question his intentions. “What are you planning on doing?” Key hoped Taemin’s stupidity and fears didn’t get the best of him and affect his next move.

“Quit thinking of bad intentions and prepare for storm number two brother..” Taemin paused facing Key, the fear and anxiety had been wiped away from Taemin’s face and instead was replaced with confidence and determination. “Because we’re going to help him and bring him back to the Viscet we all knew.” Key’s eyes opened wide not expecting that response. He then smiled thinking of Aki and Mika being back with old Yasha again.

“So, how exactly are we going to help?” Key questioned taking out his own trusty weapon.

“I have no clue, i'm making this plan up as I go.” Taemin was sweating even more and the two glanced at each other, both nervous but it earned a sudden chuckle from the two of them.

Just prepare yourself, Key.

Well then prepare yourself, Tae.

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