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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:02 pm
Pant Chips and Design Strategies
Growth Quest
Diyaka was bored. And why wouldn't he be? He'd been excited for classes to start but they weren't going to start till more kids were registered. And Demetra hadn't arrived yet. Which was probably good since she didn't have a room yet. Rouge had been planning on putting her in the padded playroom where they'd kept Diyaka but the boy was certain that she needed her own room.
Well why not make her a room? He'd surprise Mommy with it! Demetra would love it! But what sorts of things would a baby need?
Standing up the little boy paced, quietly reciting a list of things she'd need. "Well she'd need a crib.....Mommy got her one of those...and she needs blankets......we have some of those. And we got her clothes....oh! A toybox! She needs a lotta toys. I have an old one of those....and and....a rug!"
Finding paint was hard though. He had wanted to use his figner paints but there wasn't enough paint. So finally he'd just asked Anna to change the wall color to black and put in a dark blue rug in. That would contrast nicely to her red and gold snake wand. Anna was the name of the spirit which controled the ship he lived on, the Samadueanna. She was really helpful in this. She had even lowered the ceiling for a bit so that he could paint little white stars on the wall with his fingerpaints.
Now that the room itself was set up-a small door put in that connected to his Mommy's room as a final touch-he started to move his sisters things in there.
Mainly all she had was a book on greek mythology-which Dia left in his mothers room-a snake plushie and a crib. He decided putting the crib in the center of the room was a good idea. Anna procured a small matress for Dia as well as some dark blue covers, sheets and a pillow. He put all of these in the crib-making the bed for the baby. And finally he placed her snake plushie in the bed and went to find something else to put in the room.
After a bit of struggle he brought his large old toybox into the room. All of his toys from when he was a baby were in there-well except the ones he'd chewed to pieces. He had those replaced. That seemed like enough stuff for the moment. What else would a baby need? She couldn't read after all and too much stuff would get crowded.
Proudly Dia rushed to the brige to find Rouge. "Mommy Mommy! Come and see what Anna and I made for Demi!" he called happily, grabbing the blonde's hand and dragging her to the room. When the door opened Rouge smiled broadly.
"That's lovely Diyaka. I'm sure Demetra will love it!" she told him, picking up the boy and hugging him. The small baby ghost on Rouge's shoulder cooed mentally to the woman. It was definately a nice gesture by the soon to be older brother.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:06 pm
Girls and Guitars
Coailiann is in the pink and Dg is in the black
Rouge Remika was standing in a music store, looking around for some more of this gaian stuff. Tison music was odd so she needed to find some music from this world to figure out more about it. Her son Diyaka was standing next to her, holding her gorgon child Demetra. Demi was listening to some of the music as well. She seemed to like Rock a lot. Dia was more into pop. And Rouge was just trying to figure out what she liked and what she didn't.
Lately, the sidhe had the incredible urge to go back home (or what was previously her home) and play her precious harp. Two sides battled it out - why could she not be in touch with her Gaelic roots? Why did she have to reject all that she was?
Because she didn't want to go down that path again. The two sides warred until they met a compromise. Coailiann was quite pleased with her decision - a guitar. She would still play her folk music as well as other types. On a guitar. And while she still very much wanted her harp she wouldn't touch it.
Kay stepped into a local music store in Durem, ignoring everyone in the building and making a beeline for the guitars. She couldn't afford one yet but at least she could find one she liked and make a note of the price.
That chinese-style dress she bought had cost her all her money and then some. Sad thing was...she hadn't even worn it yet. There had been no occasion to wear such a fancy thing.
Demetra noticed Kay's wings nearby and pointed at them. "Gya!" the girl said. Pretty!
Rouge looked up and saw a young woman who resembled a little girl she had met at HQ long before. "Hallo there." she said cheerfully. Well it WAS possible the the girl had grown, but she'd changed a TON.
Diyaka poked his head out, looking to see what the three were looking at. "OOOH! Such pretty wings! They're like Sasha's!"
...Why were people trying to talk to her? She turned around, quite prepared to give them a withering look that would make them back off (mostly due to the fact there was a baby there and she'd grown quite annoyed with them) when she recognized the woman.
....Well, s**t.
"Hello." Maybe the woman didn't recognize her. She'd cropped her hair, dyed the tips pink, and was currently dressed in a pair of hip hugger blue jeans and a nicely fitting tube top of bright, electric green. She looked like a watermelon - but a very nice watermelon.
At the compliment to her wings though, she fluttered her wings, "They are pretty, aren't they?"
Diyaka nodded happily. "Can you fly with them."
Now getting a front view of the girl Rouge was posative that it was the same one. "You're Kay aren't you?" she asked. The girl had gone through a ton during that time and now she was a teenager, that had to be crazy. Her hair looked better though.
The baby giggled at the funny girl. She had a silly colored top on. Demi's curls bounced as she moved, looking more like snakes then ever. The funny rounded tips on the end of her curls looked like heads and they moved differently from normal curls when she moved her hair.
"No, not yet." She answered and was about to turn around and browse the precious guitars again when Rouge asked her that question. Ahh! To lie or not to lie was the question?
She scowled, "Yes." One word answer. Kay turned away from the space pirate and crouched down beside a pretty electric guitar, experimentally strumming it with her delicate fingers.
The woman nodded. "So I figured." she turned back to the CDs.
Diyaka meanwhile was interested in looking at the guitar too. It was pretty too and seemed to make that one sound he liked. "Do you know how to play?" he asked her, looking at the instrument.
The baby was poking it. She wanted one! Demetra would have started crying for it if Rouge hadn't walked over to pick her up and play some music for her.
"It should not be too hard." It had less strings than the harp but the concept had to be the same, didn't it? She picked the guitar up and held it as she'd seen in the movies, fingers placing themselves before she strummed out a little tune. She didn't know any chords but her fingers moved quickly and expertly along the six strings to make it sound more like rain dropping.
"Mm. Should be able to pick it up..."
Dia clapped his hands happily. He'd never seen someone play guitar before but it looked right so it had to be! "You're good! Are you getting it?"
Rouge smiled. At least Diyaka was behaving. Demetra was attempting to grab a tamborine off the wall.
She shrugged and looked down at the price tag. Her heart sank. It'd take her a year to save up that much money...
"No."
The sidhe set it down and stood up, brushing her hair from her eyes. Maybe she could coerce Callix into sleeping with a CEO's wife or something. She giggled at that - god, she was his pimp wasn't she? Even if she hated all that female company around him.....Hypocrite.
Dia looked at the number and tugged on Rouge's sleeve. "Mommy, Mommy can we get it? Please please please please please?" the little boy had such huge puppy dog eyes. He must have been practicing that since she told him what his position was among the Tison gods.
"Oi." the blonde said. "Yeah sure. just get your sister that tamborine too cause she's gonna cry if she doesn't get it." she mumbled with a shrug.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:07 pm
Touching Wings and Catching Up On Things
Umbra is in the indigo, Dg is in the black
A tall woman with short permed hair, bangs pulled back, stood before a high rack of different kinds of hats, hands in the pockets of her trenchcoat. Rouge was looking for something her lover may like. Though a hat may not be good for someone with such huge hair.
Her son Diyaka was holding his little sister Demetra and looking at the pretty fairies on all of the postcards and T-shirts.
" Sick my a**" Kishi grumbled as she walked into a store, the racks upon racks of black clothing reflecting the teen's mood. Since her return from the past Kishi had been searching for her birth mother, a women she had un knowingly been meeting once a week for several months before she took her trip to Earth. Never once had the woman hinted that she was Kishi's or rather Yazhi her past selfs birth mother, and she'd even had the gall to give her the same jewelry she'd given yazhi. Now when Kishi most wanted to speak to her the woman had dissapeared.
With her mother showing no signs of returning kishi was taking the day off of hunting for her to clothes shop. since becoming a teen she'd relaised she needed a complete new wardrobe since all her old clothes were only suited for a kid and she didn't fit anything anymore.
Thus the girl started browsing without paying to much attention to anything else. Usually the well trained fighter was alert but today her her grip on her wand was loose and her mind frazzled. on top of everything else, the past memories the doubting herself and the mom issues Kishi was fighting a great hunger inside of herself that a part of her was afraid to fulfill because it went against all she had known to take away someones will like that.
Yes Kishi was greatly distracted.
Diyaka was cheerfully looking over the pictures when suddenly he spotted a girl who would have looked perfect as one of them. The large bat wings and tail completed the image perfectly. Demetra noticed this girl and pointed happily at her wings. The redhead had a thing for wings it seemed.
"Ooooooooooooooh! You're pretty!" the boy said happily, bouncing on his toes, holding his sister in his arms.
Rouge turned around at the sound of her son complimenting someone. When she saw those wings and that wand, she knew who it was. "Kishi!" the woman exclaimed joyously.
Kishi had turned her head slightly in the direction of the of the compliment that had floated over to her. It was weird to hear such words now, these days everything was all crude glances and propositions. It was sort of nice to just be appreciated.
Her grey softened and a she outright smiled at the sight of rouge though, the woman was a childhood friend of Kishi's and perhaps the only female aside from possible Raven that she trusted at the moment. " Rouge it's good to see you. i see you've found your own kids since we last met." It was strange talking to her now being older and closer in height to the space woman, still she felt semi comfertable around her. it pushed her concerns into a corner for the moment.
The boy smiled happily, bouncing on his toes. "You know Mommy!" he happily stated the obvious.
Rouge nodded. "Yes. Kishi came from a wand like Demetra did." she said, ruffling the baby girl's hair. Demi made a slight growl and nipped at Rouge's fingers but didn't really seem to mind since it was Mommy. This girl had wings!
"Ooooooooh! Cool! Can I pet your tail? I've never seen a tail like that before!" Diyaka asked. He was fascinated by this female. She had wings like Vishy did!
Rouge nodded a bit. "Yes. I ended up getting Demetra's wand when I went into the wand shop one day on my way to try and find you actually."
Kishi smiled a bit at the hyperactive boy, had she ever had so much energy? Had she ever been that carefree?
Before she could be dragged behind the misty curtain of doubts and angers , Kishi smiled again at Rouge " I'm sorry I wasn't there that day but at least you found out you were destined to be a guardian. my advice of course is to never ever go back there again. Not so wonderful things takes place is that house of secrets, scheming and lies" Here Kishi didn't try to hide the anger in her voice or the way her tail twitches violently in response to her emotions.
She turned attention to the boy again for a moment and shook her head " Sorry buy my tail is personal, you can touch my wings in you like though." She wasn't certain why she trusted the boy with her more fragile wings, possibly becuase just by extending them she could easily have knocked him over. either way her tail was off limits.
"Well I don't like going there anyway since last time I was there I ended up stuck in some stupid realm where people got killed and everything was grey which is a really boring color." Rouge told her. "Though I may go back there just to show Demetra."
"Okie!" he said cheerfully, not the type to be picky. Reaching up a hand he gently ran it along the leathery wings. They were nice to feel and pretty to look at. Demetra giggled as she watched from her brother's other arm. He had taken to holding her since he was her favorite.
"So looking for anything special while you're here?" Rouge asked.
Rouge's words brought back memories of the in between and Kishi's eyes flecked with yellow while her wand hand became a tight fist. " That gray place was a hell, an avoidable one too if only people had cared to share information with the rest of us." It did no good to dwell on the past but Kishi wasn't always one to do what was good besides a little stewing had never lead to her hurting anyone.. yet.
The boy's touch was strange but not unnerving and Kishi wondered just how many times she'd failed to ask permission as a child before reaching out to grab something strange looking on someone. She distinctly remembered going for Malum's wings the first day they met.
" just a few new clothes, i need a whole new wardrobe but most stuff here is battle apprpraite. i just need things with open backs to accomidate my wings and a few things for um, when i'm hunting at parties.' assuming she ever got up the nerve. Kishi didn't know how logn she could last without the energy she craved but she'd hold out as logn as she could. only one person had ever offered to help her and he was no where around.
The blonde nodded. "Well if you really need to go shopping somewhere there's a place you could go shopping near my home. It usually has some pretty good clothing and most of it does accomodate for people with wings and tails." she remarked, thinking of the Phyfin marketplace. Since the majority of the community were werewolves, vampires, demons and the like there was PLENTY that Kishi could wear.
Diyaka bounced on his toes as he look at Kishi's wand. "Wow! That's a cool staff! It's neat looking like Demi's wand."
" mm sounds nice, this place is ok but it's a bit, oppressive. I don't mind dark clothes but this place is obsessive and some of it frankly just dosen't suit the needs I'd have of it." Kishi wanted clothes that were decent looking but with high durability.
Kishi twirled her stand once being careful not to hit anyone with it. " Thanks you, Demi's wand will be this size too when she's my age, our wands growth with us because they are a part of us."
Demetra giggled when she heard them mention wands. From a pouch in the front of her shirt she removed it, the small silver wand with the red snake encircling it. Waving it a bit joyously at the older girl she made a slightly growl like giggle.
"I shop here sometimes mainly because I like the artist who does those fairies and sometimes they stock fuzzy dice and neat jewelry. But for the prices on some things, bleh, I could probably get a nicer outfit for a little bit more back home." Rouge stated calmly.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:09 pm
Leaf Tugging and Long Names
Ursah in the bold, Dg isn’t
Sara Two-moons woke long before dawn that morning. The insistant cries of Too-ya-la-kekt had roused her periodicly through most of the night. He was a strange infant, she thought, his eyes filled with a certain wisdom uncommon in his tender age. There was something deep and encompassing and communicative about them. She had the feeling that Too-ya was missing something, but for the life she could not figure out what. She had kissed and cradled the boy, and doted upon him in every way she could thing. Still there was that vague sadness, barely perceptable, but there. In the meantime, he fussed for reasons perhaps unknown to him.
At five o'clock she got out of bed, pulled up the shade, then dressed for the day. Her charge had already roused, so she dressed Too-ya as well, wrapping the infant in a light blanket to keep out the early morning air. It was chilly, but she loved to watch the sun come up, and had not seen it in some time. She thought that perhaps the fresh air would do the infant good - it had been some time since the two had spent any time outdoors. Preparing a carry-al bag filled with diapers and other neccesities, the pair set out in the dusky streets. It did not take long to walk the short distance fo the gardens of the headquarters, a lovely place that they had visited once before.
The garden was lovely, even in the hazy light of dawn. It seemed to her that the early morning had a dreamy quality of its own, the human quiet was so absolute. The only sounds came from the birds in the trees, hailing the approaching sun pleasantly.
Sighing happily, Sara watched Too-ya's face. He seemed glad to be outside, and was silent as well, as if waiting with baited breath for the appearance of the morning.
Rouge Remika was out with her kids again today. Her son Diyaka-long black hair in pigtails- was holding onto his curly haired baby sister as he walked along with his Mommy. Rouge was showing them the headquarters-a place she had not been to in some time. So much had happened there that she felt almost nervous about entering. If she saw any grey this time though she was gonna get the heck out of the building.
Diyaka seemed to find it a funny place and had wanted to let Demi play in the gardens so that's where they were now walking. When Rouge saw Sara she remembered her from Halloween. The woman who'd decorated a cookie for tradition's sake she believed.
The silent morning was interrupted by the sound of three approaching figures. Sara was mildly disappointed to find herself sharing the garden this morning, but it faded quickly as a light smile rose to her face. She was always glad to meet other guardians, and this one looked vaguely familiar. She couldn't quite place the face, though.
She raised a hand in silent greeting, balancing the sitting infant on her lap, facing outwards. "Good morning!" Sara called out quietly, wanting to disturb the scene as little as possible. "I see there are at least three more early risers..."
"Actually only one of us is an early riser. Demetra and I haven't gone to bed yet." Rouge laughed. She wasn't THAT tired really. And Demi had a ton of energy right now and didni't like sleeping.
Diyaka walked over to where the baby boy and his mother were, sitting down and smiling happily. "Hallo there." he said.
She smiled, but was suprised. What sort of a child was up all night without sleeping? Still, she wasn't one to question parenting technique.
Sarah shifted the bronze skinned boy in her lap to reach a hand over toward Rouge. "Sara Two-moons." she introduced herself. "And my son, Too-ya-la-kekt."
"I'm not sure but I may have met you at halloween. I'm Rouge Remika" the blonde said with a nod. "This is my son Diyaka and my daughter Demetra."
Sara smiled, saying nothing to cover up the fact that while the woman's face looked familiar, her name was completely foreign. "I don't think I could handle two..." the woman ventured with a chuckle. "Too-ya is a handful in and of himself."
The infant was reaching its chubby fist out toward a nearby leaf. Sara watched with mild interest, shifting her lap so her son could reach out and touch it.
"Well I didn't have a choice in the matter on either. Diyaka was assigned to me and is going to be important to the salvation of my home some day so I have to care for him and Demetra got assigned to me when I got here. She's gonna be a handful when she's full grown though."
"Come to think of that, I didn't really have a choice either. Not that I have any objections... I don't think I could love Too-ya any more if he were my own flesh and blood." Sara rambled, reaching out to touch one of the infant's chubby cheeks. He hadn't pulled at the leaf as she had presumed he would, but was instead touching it gently, a serene expression on his face. Sara Two-moons thought it was strange that something so young should wear such an expression.
"I think he likes the garden..." she said at length, watching her son toy carefully with the flowering plant.
"I know what you mean. I always wanted children before and now that I have them I'm rather glad." she said with a nod, sitting down so as not to tower over the woman.
Demetra looked at the leaf a few times. Vaguely wanted to pull on it. But that was someone else's leaf so she'd pull on another or a blade of grass if she found it.
Diyaka smiled at Too-ya. "He's cute" the boy commented
Sara smiled to the boy. "I think so, too. And he'll grow up to be handsome, just like you."
She bounced Too-ya on her knees, but he seemed too focused on the leaf to care much, so she stopped. She turned her eyes toward Demetra, and then shifted back and forth between three. What a strange family... she thought. But nice.
She still wasn't used to seeing these Gaians, being from Earth herself. Their culture, appearance and ways were certainly different!
Diyaka blushed and smiled at the woman. She was nice!
Rouge reached out and picked the little girl up out of her brother's arms. Demetra gave her a funny look, which involved puffing up her lower lip somewhat indignantly. Then she turned to find another leaf in this area.
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Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 10:57 pm
A Bit Squiggly
Diyaka's Journal Entry
A a B d D b F f H h S s
teh ryting thing iz weerb momy sez i am dooing gub dut itz harb tan qan sez i mickz up leterz n dont get quntwaton or caqtizaton or nuffin barty sez my speling ez ridclus n hard 2 reed bemi lickz ho i rit i get 2 sit with vishy in sum of mi clasez vishy is nis 2 hug hee iz meen sumtimz but reely nis otr timz i want dinr so i go get fud bi bi
beea
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 12:16 am
The Dream
Waking is in Black, Dreaming is in Indigo
Diyaka had felt himself drifting off not long before. Expecting one of his usual dreams about eating cake and chasing Vishal around a giant floating land of ice cream and cotton candy, he didn't really object to curling up under his covers and resting. But sadly for the little boy, this night would bring to him something else.
He was standing before a mirror facing a handsome man he'd seen in the magic book many times. But he was sure that this was him. And his tie was crooked. Smooth lean hands reached up to straighten it and Diyaka realized that it had been the mind he'd had before remembering that he thought his tie was crooked not himself.
He looked at his front and turned quickly to glance over his shoulder in the mirror to check out how his butt looked. It was a common habit of his. Demica did that too...hell most females he knew did it. He'd never met a guy who really checked his butt that much. Though he had met some who liked to check his out.
He looked...gorgeous but it felt so normal. Tight cordiroy pants that clung to his a** and loosened at his knees and fell above two soft ruffly layers. A black silk top clung to his gentle frame. Puffy sleeves to hide his lack of muscle, a tighter chest to reveal his slender waist nicely. A black ruffly tie like object around his neck with a gold charm on it to enchance the effect and match with his other accesories. Gold buttons, a pocket watch, a lapel watch, earrings, necklace, pendant, belt buckle, rings, yes he was sure he had enough gold on to stand out against the black.
And speaking of black and silky objects, his hair hung long and loose, trailling over his shoulder, needing no accentuation other then the slight purple highlights that came naturally. They went so well with the color of his eyes anyhow-his eyes, madeup with a slightly glittery shimmer over them and on his cheeks. He glowed almost and was sure to find a date this evening.
Diyaka's aware mind randomly thought that for a 16 year old he looked terrific.
Deiyya smiled at his appearance, checking his butt one last time, and proceeded down the hallway. As he walked he stopped to look at a torch on the wall. Fire...it was forbidden here...it was unknown. There had never been a god of fire before. He didn't quite understand why something so pretty and harmless looking was so feared. And why those who worshipped it were looked on as heathens. Someday he wished to look at Ecron and find out what it's people knew about fire that he did not.
Reaching up a hand he brushed it against the flame gently. He did this sometimes when staring at a flame and when no one was around. People tended to freak out when one touched fire for some reason. Deiyya didn't see why, it was soft and warm and tickled his hand a bit. It was like water only warmer and more comforting.
Diyaka stared mentally. But fire burns people-oh wait. He was the god of fire, so it wouldn't really burn him if he had his powers now would it? But if he was god of fire why didn't he seem to know it? Because fire had had no god before and no one understood it.....where were these thoughts, these understandings coming from?
Deiyya smiled softly and removed his hand, walking out to see if he could find his crush and maybe convince him to dance. Opening a door at the end of the hallway the young man entered a beautiful ballroom. The floor seemed made of pearls and the walls were white to go well with it. The light of many sarurian crystals light up the gold and diamonds around the room as accents giving it a wonderous feel. People danced here and there. But where was he?
Diyaka vaguely wondered who he was looking for. And who all these people were. And where was this place? His home...the Palace of the King in Tisoni Eternica. Again where were these thoughts coming from?
Deiyya walked among the crowd, bowing to some guests, curtesying to others. A young woman with dusky skin, highly piled black curls, pink eyes and lovely fuzzy hooved legs which were revealed by slits in her gown approached him at one point to converse for a moment.
"Deiyya! My dahling, how have you beehn?" she asked happily hugging him in greeting. She was a friend of his though a bit older then him. Dega, goddess of the demonic and girly girl supreme.
"As well as ever m'lady. Just in search of, well you know who." he left her with those words and a smile. She was well aware of who he was so emphatuated with.
Then he spotted what he was looking for. Across the room, that bright red hair, it was impossible to miss! A slight skip in his step Deiyya walked toward the redheads he saw.
Three young men were standing near the wall. One was a boy of about Deiyya's age, standing with his two elder brothers. All had long bright red hair and cheerful faces. The Kahein sons.
The eldest, Kazaki, wore his hair up in a ponytail and tended to prefer a simpler yet elegant outfit. A special metriyikan shirt with a tight high collared tank top underneath a very loose long sleeved shirt which closed in the front like a robe with a strange band that wrapped around it. He wore a cerulean one of those with a golden band and a black undershirt. His pants were loose and he wore socks with funny slippers and a sword at his belt. He was quieter and didn't seem to take an interest in the part-just being there due to his father making him.
The youngest was Kanzime, half brother to the elder two. His long hair was held back with a ponytail at the nape of his neck. He was cheerfully yammering with a few young goddesses who had decided to investigate the boy. He was a friend of Deiyya's and a rather cheerful companion. He wore a suit similar to Deiyya's only with regular black slacks and a dark blue top and silver jewelry-much less of it too.
And then he glanced to his favorite, his crush, the middle son. Long red hair hanging loose over the shoulder of his white shirt. It was less loose then Deiyya's and his pants were more slight and also white. His outfit had a golden trim and his golden jewelry was diamond studded. He smiled as Deiyya approached him.
"Good evening, highness. It is good to see you again." the young man said politely, his brothers nodding to Deiyya as he did.
"Jujike, I am disappointed in you. You didn't ask me to dance." the shorter male whispered in a slightly more purr like tone then he'd used with Dega, looking up through his lashes at the other.
"Well then I shall have to correct my rudeness then won't I? May I have this dance, my prince?" the light god asked, smiling and extending his pale skinned hand for Deiyya's somewhat darker one.
Jujike? Had he just called that man Jujike? But that COULDN'T be Jujike! Jujike was that evil cruel person who'd killed him! That horrible sick person with the black stuff eating his face and those cold cruel eyes and that faded hair and skin! Not this...gentle handsome young man whom he seemed to be kind of interested in. But...did that mean there had been a time when Jujike hadn't been evil?
As he took the other's hand they stepped onto the dancefloor, couples parting for them as a Kahein and a Gemyma were, well, the most high class couple you could find. A gentle smile and Deiyya put a hand on his crush's shoulder and allowed him to take the lead.
The dance continued for a little while, the two just looking into eachother's eyes and appriciating what they saw. After a little though Deiyya struck up a quiet conversation with the other to keep from feeling awkward-as a moment like that only lasted so long between teenage boys.
"It's good to see that you brought your brothers here. They need to get out more." he told the other cheerfully. Kanzime and Kazaki just didn't socialize enough, though Kanzime was mainly just shy otherwise he would.
"Yes well, mother didn't approve of it me taking Kanzime but he needs to find himself a date so he can stop stealing your time from me." the redhead teased.
"Jujike, you know that no matter how much time we spend together you'll always be my favorite..." those words followed by a kiss, one that everyone who saw thought was the beginning of what would be the greatest couple in Tison...
But Diyaka knew otherwise, and as he watched, time seemed to have sped up, jumping ahead to another scene.
He was in a garden outside of the palace chitchatting with Kanzime now. The two were sitting on the grass shelling nuts and talking in slightly hushed tones.
"-And Dega said that she'd seen him purchasing one. I'm hoping that he'll ask soon. I really am so excited!" the prince was half giddy with excitement!
"I hope he does. You two make a sweet couple and you've been waiting almost two years for him." Kanzime told him with a smile. "And Iramei will be 18 in a few more months! I cannot wait to ask her." it was a usual day, the two boys talking about their love lives.
But it was cut short when suddenly some of the palace guards stormed out and grabbed Kanzime by the arms, lifting him up forcefully, causing the young man to drop the cashews he'd been holding. "What's wrong? What'd I do?" the bewildered redhead asked, looking frightened.
"I demand to know what is going on!" Deiyya said, standing up fast and looking in an annoyed sense at the guards.
"Kanzime Kahein, we are hereby placing you under arrest." the guards said coldly and started to march away with the other boy. As they did Jujike swiftly exited the palace from the way they'd come-the main entrance.
"Jujike! Stop them! They've arrested your brother for no good reason!" Deiyya exclaimed, pleading to his lover to save his friend.
"Deiyya, dearest, Kanzime has commited a terrible crime and must be taken. He was found guilty of burning the Great Tree of Faekynah and is believed to be the Tison Fire God." Jujike said, his tone calm and solemn.
"But-But I KNOW he didn't do that! He was with me when that happened!" Deiyya said, starting at his boyfriend. And it had been true, the two had been picking out a ring for Iramei.
"You do remember, Deiyya, that if you have been unfaithful to your lover, it is best to not tell him about it." the redhead said coldly, a strange dark flash in his eyes.
"What? What are you talking about Jujike?" Deiyya said, feeling so full of bewilderment.
"Just because I know what trouble you two get up to doesn't mean you have to rub my nose in it." he hissed and stalked off, leaving a confused Deiyya staring at his back.
Diyaka was a bit shocked as well. What did Jujike mean? Did Jujike think that Deiyya was cheating on him with Kanzime? And where had that strange cold flash in his eyes come from? But again, before he got the answers, the scene sped up.
Another day, not long after, the majority of the community stood in the court of the Tisoni Eternica palace, watching something happening below. Kneeling on the floor, hands chained behind his back, was Kanzime. Deiyya looked down on his friend with sorrow. He knew what they would do. He was a god and a pureblooded one, so they could not kill him. But they would do something just as bad.
Taking his long loose red locks in his hand, a guard given the task of removing Kanzime’s mark of honor in the Kahein family, raised a large axe. And if one blinked they would have missed the most crushing scene in Tison. Kanzime cried out in pain as his hair was magically severed, now eternally in the short, spiky cut it currently featured. Holding up the long red locks to the crowd received a chorus of cheers from many deities. With that done other guards led the struggling young god out to be sent away to a jail in the Outlands.
Deiyya started sadly after the other, knowing there was nothing that he could do to save Kanzime. No pardon could be given to one who had nearly slaughtered an entire race of Tison people. No sympathy would be shown for such a crimminal, not even when faced with truth from their own prince. Kanzime was condemned. As Deiyya watched his friend led away, Jujike tried to wrap and arm around him and attempt to ‘console’ him but the dusky haired god would have none of it. Jerking from his former lover’s touch Deiyya snarled.
“It’s your fault! You knew the truth and you were too blinded by your stupid ego to save your own brother!” he screamed.
“He is no brother of mine and you will do well to learn that fact. Regardless of your feelings for him, I do not believe that the b*****d son of my father and that whore he now calls a wife qualifies as a brother” Jujike hissed darkly.
“What happened to you Jujike? You used to be the most wonderful person I ever knew, made me proud to say that I loved you. Now I can’t even look at you without being disgusted!”
“Be disgusted then. If I disgust you so much then do not ask to share my bed.”
“I shall not! And from now on, we will go our separate ways. I will cry no tears for you, but I will cry for the man that I loved once who died the day he turned in his own brother for a crime that he did not commit.” And with that Deiyya fled from the room, vision clouded by tears.
It was also then that Diyaka woke up, eyes wet and his cheeks stained with already fallen tears. What had happened? He’d been such a sweet guy, a man he had loved…and now…he was a man whose name couldn’t be spoken among those he cared about without disgust and loathing. That darkness which currently seemed to be eating his body and making him sick…that was what had taken his Jujike from him. And somewhere in his heart he hoped that someday he could kill this disgusting beast and free the good person that had once been there.
Standing up and stumbling to the bathroom, Diyaka attempted to clean his face of tears. After washing it several times and inevitably waking up, he looked in the mirror and saw that not only was he now tall enough to look straight into the mirror, he had also grown. The face which had once been a that of a seven year old now had the appearance of a 12 year old. A boy just on the verge of becoming a teen…a boy on the verge of becoming the Deiyya he’d been in his dream. But no. He could never be that Deiyya. That Deiyya had been naïve and carefree in a world that warranted such things, had been a prince. But this Deiyya, Deiyya Diyaka, was not so naïve, not so carefree, and he was to be the king.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 6:16 pm
COPY PASTAED FROM RAYNE'S JOURNAL FOR VISHAL
Part One: Dia Visits
Diyaka felt very very lonely again. His little sister was away with his Mom today and Dartsmoore had to work. And to top it off Diyaka had grown in the night and was now about 12. No one on the ship had seen this change yet due to everyone being busy. And he really wanted someone to hug and spend time with-and that's when it hit him. Who else did he go to when he needed hugs and snuggles but Vishal?
Picking up the phone the boy dialed a now somewhat familiar number. He hoped no one would notice the change in his voice or be upset by it.
"Hello, hello! This is the Freed house how may I direct your call!" Came a giggling voice, apparently Kris was either bored or preparing for a job as a secratary.
"Hi um.......is Vishy there?" the boy asked sheepishly of his classmate
"Vishy, huh? Well there is only one person who would call him that and would be looking for him. Diyaka, huh?" She asked.
Her tail started to swish, "Diyaka, Alrighty then. I could go and get him. I am sure he will be happy to hear from you." She sounded like she was amused by the fact and started along towards her brothers room.
Dia bounced on his toes a bit. Would Vishy notice? Would he be upset that Dia was now older then him? Would he still let the other snuggle with him?
"He's been more antisocial then ever of late, doing some weird training at night too. My brother is so weird." This from the girl who ran around in the guise of a man... There was the sound of her hand banging against the door, "Vishal! Phone!"
There was the sound of muffled voices for a moment as the two seemed to be arguing about something then phone shifted hand, then the sound of the door closing, "Hello?"
"Vishy?" Diyaka asked, his voice sounding slightly higher with excitement
Vishal blinked then gave a smile, "Oh, good. Its you I thought... ahh nevermind what I thought." Phew, this wasn't about the mailbox...
"Mailbox? Whatever you can tell me later. Am I allowed to come over? I wanna play!"
He nodded before realizing once again it was a phone, "Yes, sure. Mum is in charge so its basically a free for all at the moment." The twins rarely listened to the angel unless Keiji really got after them. Kris helped where she could but at the same time she had her own things going on as did Vishal, though he was feeling most pleased about them.
Diyaka happily hung up and teleported down to see his friend. Rushing over to hug Vishal as usual he temporarily forgot that he was suddenly a few years older and a tad talle then the other boy, happily kneeling to snuggle his "boyfriend" as he thought of the other
Vishal blinked a couple of times, surprised before he drew back and took a couple of steps backwards to take in Dia. Had the other boy grown? He had to of, he was taller now, more mature... Dia had always been smaller then him, shorter, younger. What in the... He blinked a couple times, then he had been right with his theory the other night hadn't he? He was to weak. This was something that definatly needed remedied, he would have to up his training and that of his minions!
Poor Gel and Blinky...
Diyaka blinked a few times. "What's wrong?" he asked, still not remembering that he had grown.
"Y-You... Your taller!" He said, almost accusingly.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get taller. I just kinda woke up like this after a really odd dream." the other boy said sadly.
Vishal crossed his arms, tail swishing. So he had dreams that made him taller? Made him bigger, stronger and Vishal only had ones that made him wake up feeling queasy... wait. Maybe that was the problem? It wasn't just his physical training that was needing worked on but maybe he had to win over his dreams too... could on even do that? He had no idea... he seemed fora moment lost in thought.
While Vishal was thinking a dark form rose up behind Dia, creeping forward, arms reaching out... and wrapped around him to snuggle on him. Gel mimicing the one he was hugging both in looks and in actions.
Diyaka squeaked a bit, jumping up as he did. But that squishy form was familiar and after a moment he reached down to hug the creature. "Hallo Gel. I see Vishy's been teaching you new tricks."
Gel quivered and lost his Dia-like shape before returning to normal, starring up at the boy and seemed to be pleased with the new ability even if it were lacking in a lot of ways... Not that Gel knew this.
Vishal looked over at Gel and then nodded, "Him and Blinky both have been learning new tricks." He murmured.
"Blinky? Who is Blinky?" Dia asked, cocking his head to the side. Had Vishy gotten a new squishy and not told him?
"Hrm? Oh. He's new." He said, looking towards a dark corner. Blinky was roosting up on the top of a book shelf its many eyes closed aside from one at the moment. It never seemed to close all of them at once even when asleep, "He's up there, want me to get him?"
"Sure! I'd love to see him!"
Vishal walked over to the shelf, climbing up a couple of them so he could reach the top and plucked the thing down by its tail and gave it a little toss, half way to Dia it took wing, flapping to catch itself all of its eyes opening up to stare at Dia for a long moment, then it blinked each of its eyes one by one.
Dia giggled and reached up to pat it on top of it's largest eyelid. "Hallo there. You're shiny"
The thing fluttered some more before it landed on Dia, tail wrapping around the boy's arm and all of its eyes closed but one of them as the thing seemed to once more doze off.
"Lazy." Vishal muttered then shook his head, "Were up late so..." He supposed he would let it slid for the moment.
Dia smiled. "Well then maybe you need a nap hm?" the boy asked cheerfully.
He looked over at Dia for a moment thinking on it, tempted before he shook his head, "You said you wanted to play."
"Of course but last time I came over you and I took a nap and then we played and had a bunch of fun. Plus I wanna talk to you and sit in your hammock again and if your'e tired you won't be fun to play with anyway" Dia really liked the idea of snuggly with Vishal. He was just so cute!
Vishal's tail swished in a thoughtful sort of way, "You could be right." He said, after all Blinky and Gel both looked ready to sleep for a week and he hadn't gotten nearly as much sleep himself as those two had.
Diyaka smiled happily. "Then let's nap!" he said joyously. Vishal was so nice to hug.
Vishal nodded, going to take Blinky and replaced him on the shelf. There was a reason for this. From there could see every part of the room, he could keep Vishal informed of the comings and goings of others through 'his territory' even if everyone were asleep. If nothing else Blinky was at least useful in that manner even if he took hits like a school girl. The monster godling then went to crawl up into the hammock.
Diyaka crawled in after Vishal, wrapping his arms around the other boy and burying his face in the crook of the monster god's neck. Vishal didn't have as much control over this since the other boy had a slightly greater ammount of strength due to his older form. But that would all change when Vishal woke up...
*****
Part Two: Deveous, God of Monsters Anti Social Behavior...
As he slept his mind drifted to a place he had not been since the days when he was Deveous-and here he WAS Deveous. A memory was returning to him of a day passed years before.
Deiyya was walking along a somewhat rocky trail down to a cave he'd heard of during his travels. The leather clad fire god was mainly just looking for somewhere to stay the night.
Deveous was skittering about, checking his traps for what he considered to be food... food being anything stupid enough to get caught amongst the webs no matter what that may be from simple animals, to people, to more then that. If it got itself in his webbings then well... they should be ready to be eaten by what had set up the webs right? He sure thought so. He picked up a rabbit out of one that
was throughly entangle and gulped it down in a bite before turning, feeling a twitch of one of the webs that was around the perimeter of his territory which said that someone had entered... something bigger from the sounds of it, maybe something tastier as well? Foolish too, people had put up signs about a giant spider being in the area. It was all they could guess him to be since there no witnesses other then those that had seen just the webs from a distance since those who got to close became victims isntead of witnesses.
Deiyya had actually accidentally entangled himself in one of the webs as well but, being a fire god, he didn't really have a huge problem burning his way out. Giant spider warnings weren't exactly something one who weilds flame really worries about. Besides Dijenko had told him this was the safest way for him to get across the area and he trusted Dijenko
Deveous didn't sneak after all he was not only far to bit to sneak effectively he saw no point in it. He was a massive spider bodied monster he wasn't about to hide from anyone or anything! Ok... maybe the sun but that was different it was bright and annoying. He skittered his way towards where he felt the webbings getting tugged on, something large enough to escape from them he gathered from the fact that the tuggings on the webbings ceased.
It was actually a rather small being who'd gotten himself out. And currently that being was bent over trying to fix his boot, famously perfect rear in the air.
Deveous took in the one that was standing there for a long moment, seeming to be debating this... then reached down to grab hold of one of the many bits of web he had laid out and snapped it to the side so that it wrapped around the pretty being's leg and gave a yank.
"Ow" Deiyya said, falling to his face. "Hey that was rude." the other said, turning around and glaring at the dark skinned god. The sun was in his eyes so he didn't get a good view of the bare chested beauty before him. "What'd you do that for jerkface?"
Deveous said nothing, instead started to reel in his catch with the webbings that he had attached to him, it was a rather loud creature wasn't it? Not in the way that was normal either. For the most part he got those that went to screaming and begging, not often did he get food that talked back. This should be more interesting then normal now shouldn't it?
"Hey! I asked you a question!" Deiyya said, yanking on his leg. Strangely the web in Deveous's hand burnt up under his fingers and released the god so that he could jump into a crouched position.
Deveous looked down at where the webbing had been before giving an annoyed sound, damn... it would seem the tastey tidbit seemed to have some tricks up its sleeve, "I suppose as a last request I can allow that." He said, walking forward on many legs towards Deiyya. He would have to catch him with his own to hands it would seem.
"Sheesh when 'jenko said this place wouldn't be a problem he didn't mention anything about obnoxious jerks trying to kill me."
"Mmm, he didn't mention sending me dinner either. I will thank him later I suppose."
"You don't want to try to eat me. I give nasty heart, face, hands, and pretty much the rest of you burn."
"I suppose we will see shortly." He said, reaching down to catch hold of the other by the front of what he was wearing, lifting him up.
"If you knew who I am you wouldn't be saying that."
He didn't look like he cared as he tossed Deiyya over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and was moving quickly back towards his cave.
"I warned you!" the fire god hissed and quite suddenly Deveous's shoulder caught fire.
Deveous stummbled in his run, flailing suddenly to get the fire to stop and sort of... dropped the one he had been holding, covering the flame with webbing quickly enough to smother it out and cover the wound before turning to glare at the creature, alright... that was it. He was going to it right here, never mind manners and proper food preperation.
"As I said. If you think the damage to your shoulder is painful think what I could do to your insides. I am Deiyya, Tison god of fire and the only way you're getting your mouth on me without getting burnt is if we're having sex which I do not intend to do with you right now."
"Hrm. And if you are this great Deiyya why are you wandering through my territory its a bit out of the way for someone like you."
"Because I like to travel, I was visiting friends and Dijenko said I should come out this way. Something about him having a little brother I should meet and teach about dating or whatever."
Deveous shifted one his many legs before giving a snarl, at least an attempt at one as he sounded almost... embaressed maybe? He spun around, "Get lost or I really will eat you." He said, fleeing towards his cave. Mental note, murder his brother later for this...
"Oh no you don't." It was almost as if the fire god was interested in expending the majority of his energy. A circle of fire surrounded Deveous, keeping him from going forward. "I want to know who you are"
The spider bodied creature skitered backwards away from the flames giving a hissing sound, damned fire! It was going to ruin his territory! This place was nice he didn't need for it to be burned to a cinder! He rounded angerly on the Fire God.
Deiyya was master very few things other then fire but the illusion of fire worked well enough so long as he could keep the edges real fire. " I want to know who the hell you are. I'm going by you try to eat me and then you tell me to get lost. Hell no. I want to know who you are and why you act like you have a fricken pole up your a**."
Deveous snorted, "Your the one invading my territory by permission of another, surely you have read the warning signs." He crossed his arms over his chest. He had no desire to explain his actions to this boy.
"I read a warning sign about a giant spider not a giant jackass"
"Mmm, very clever." He said, looking at Deiyya in a bored manner, "Let me guess, I should be groveling and swooning over you right? Not eating you?" He'd heard only the smallest tidbits out here about Deiyya, not enough to gather much more then he was the sort that seem to draw attention. The exact opposite of attention that Deveous himself got, the good sort.
"No. I just want an answer to my damn question and possibly directions to any other caves in the area since the one suggested to me by Dijenko is occupied by you"
"They are all intertwined and they are all mine. If you keep walking in that direction you will hit town though." He said, pointing.
"Blech. I don't want a town. Town people like to bother me about really pointless things." Deiyya said with a distasteful look. Townspeople were the type who groveled and swooned over him and that was stupid.
"And I really don't care what it is that you want so... I suppose that we are both out of luck huh?" He gave a feigned yawn, then looked over his shoulder as if judging the fire and if he could jump it. No doubt if he put the effort into it but at the same time he didn't want to run again from this short fire God. he would look like a cowards.
"you STILL haven't said who you are though I'm starting to get a feeling I know. You're Deveous aren't you?" he asked, approaching the other's rear. A stinging tail...the wings of a huge bat...a spider body...skin black as pitch...this had to be him. Now that Deiyya was getting a better look at him he was also finding that apart from being rude, conceited and a total a**, he was kinda hot.
"So what if I am?" He said, puffing up some as if expecting another attack.
"Well I can see why Dijenko said what he did though I don't completely agree with his comment about you not being much in the looks department. You most definately are something to look at." the other said, sliding a hand out to run it along Deveous's dark aracnid rear.
Deveous moved quickly out of groping range and gave the other God a glare, "I don't know what you have bene discussing with that idiot but I will be no part of it." He wasn't so pathetic that he needed his brother to get him dates...
"I wasn't discussing anything with him. He's the one who brought it up. I didn't even know he had a younger brother except that Dega said that it would be wonderful if you had some company."
"I have plenty of enough. I don't need any pity company." He said eyes narrowing, a flush on his cheeks.
"I don't pity you. You're an a** which is why you're alone. There's nothing to pity. Yeesh you're almost as hard to socialize with as Dengira."
"Please. Leave now Deiyya you have worn out your welcome." Though he wasn't really ever welcome was he? Not passed the point of him being snackfood.
"I didn't have one in the first place." Deiyya snarled. But before he left he decided he'd make a bit of mischeif. Walking around to the front of the monster god he reached up and grabbed Deveous's head and dragged him down to kiss him soundly on the mouth.
"You were more then welcome when you were foo..." His comment was cut off by the kiss. Deveous gave a sort of gurgling sound of surprise, the Hells was the God doing? Was he messed up in the head?
Well he wasn't much in the kissing department but Deveous was definately nice to taste. A bit ironic since he was usually the one who tasted other people. Deiyya smirked somewhat as he bewildered the other god, keeping their lips pressed together.
Deveous let his eyes close a moment, the kiss a bit facinating... then he nipped at the God's lip before jerking back, lifting a hand to cover his mouth, "Have you had your fun yet? Yes, you can brag now to your friends that you got to kiss a monters now get lost."
"You are strange." Deiyya said with a smirk. "I didn't kiss you for bragging rights. I kissed you because you are attractive and I wanted to see your reaction. And by the way you're acting I'd say you liked it."
He gave a snort, "Look, I know exactly what I look like so I don't need you mocking me with your sick sense of humor." He said, eyes narrow, teeth gritted and bared. He seemed quite unamused at the moment.
"The way you talk I don't think you do know what you look like. You're downright sexy and you don't seem to realize it." the fire god said, taking another step towards Deveous and running a hand down his toned chest.
Deveous jerked back, anger rising in his chest, "I think you have been in the sun to long." He said, knockin Deiyya's hand aside.
"And I think you're thick headed." Deiyya said to him, a strangely blazing look in his eyes. "Want proof that I'm actually attracted to you and not just bluffing?"
He snorted, "I don't want proof I want my solitude back." That at least made far more sense to him then this strange God did.
"Mm I'm afraid you're out of luck on that one." he said, advancing once more to attempt to kiss Deveous again.
Deveous didn't like this, people were normall running from him not advancing at him with weird ideas in their head...
Deiyya leaned up again, using Deveous's own shoulders to help boost his light body up so that he could n** at the dark god's lips , interested in starting another kiss.
"Don't you have someone else you can bother?" He said, tilting his head back to try to get his mouth out of range.
"I probably do but I don't want to." he said, wrapping his legs around the other's chest to attempt to keep his current position. In doing so he unintionally allowed Deveous to feel the proof he'd refered to before of his attraction.
Deveous started to flail some, skittering backwards as it trying to attempt an impossible escape.
Deiyya decided to stop attempting at his lips at this point, and instead tried for a much more exposed target-sliding his lips against Deveous's neck with a slight n** in with his kisses.
Deveous gave a sound of surprised and his skitter stopped as his legs gave out, his spider form collapsing and he gave an annoyed sound. Damn it... the God was using some sort of weird magics on him...
Deiyya felt a bit like he'd won out over Deveous's hard head. Pulling his lips back from the other's neck he smiled. "Shall we go inside or shall I just pleasure you out here?" he purred, waving a hand so as to vanish the flames around them.
Deveous went a bright rest on his cheeks and the tips of his ears before muttering inside would be best.
Deiyya smiled. "Then in we shall go." the fire deity whispered. "You shall have to show me to where you usually sleep since I don't know my way around your caves."
Deveous pushed up to his feet, forcing the currently useless limbs to work and lead the way to his room...
*****
Deiyya smiled, nuzzling against Deveous's neck. "Now that wasn't so bad was it?" he purred softly into the other's ear.
The Monster God gave a muttered sound, the closest he would get to admitting that maybe Deiyya was right and he was wrong.
Deiyya smiled. "I'm glad we agree." with a slightly devlish grin he whispered somethign else. "You are definately good in bed for someone who doesn't think he's sexy"
*****
Part Three: Taller!
Vishal jerked to sitting up, flailing a moment as he nearly flipped the two of them then starred at the far wall. What the Hells... ok he was never ever, everevereverever... many more evers after that, eating spicy food before he slept again. What a weird and definately not age apporpriate dream... he gave a groan as he rubbed at his eyes. That was... strange, Deiyya... he looked over at the sleeping Dia and his cheeks reddened some.
Dia yawned a bit and snuggled close to Vishal, rubbing a cheek against the other's somewhat more defined belly. Mmmmmmmm snuggly.
Vishal stuck his tongue out at the sleeping Dia, "So long as you get to sleep peacefully... brat." He murmured, laying back some, wings wrapping carefully around him so that he could better lay and watch the other as he rested.
After a while Dia woke up and blinked at Vishal. "Vishy is prettier." he mumbled snuggling him.
Vishal gave him an odd look, "I am not pretty! I am... erm... manly or something." He said.
"Pretty." Dia said again with a nod. "and nice to hug. You got taller."
The Monster God looked a bit confused, "Huh?"
"You got taller."
Instantly Vishal was hopping out of bed, looking himself over, tail swishing and his wings flapping as he inspected the taller him, woah... wait. When, how...? He looked quite pleased all of a sudden.
"And your wings got bigger." Dia said, grabbing hold of Vishal's tail to hug it.
Vishal starred at him for a long moment before looking away, trying to beat down the blush that covered his face.
Dia smiled. "Want to go play or shall we nap for a while longer?"
"P-Play! I mean... yes. Play, need to stretch out and test these new limbs of mine." He said, they were bigger now so maybe the wings would be useful finally.
"Yeah!" Dia said happily, jumping down and pressing a happy kiss on Vishal's cheek. "We should show Keiji your pretty new form."
Vishal nodded, "Erm... if you want to run ahead I will be out in a bit." He had to find something less tight to wear... stupid growing while sleeping and dressed.
"OKie!" the boy said, running downstairs to find Keiji.
"Keiji Keiji! Vishy grew!"
Vishal watched him go before he plopped down to sitting and tried to get his brain in control, "Just a dream." He muttered, "Just a very, very weird dream..."
Keiji looked over at Dia from where he was sitting with Kris, the two fo them preparing dinner, "He what?" Keiji asked, eyes going wide.
Kris let out a squeal, "WHAT! For real?" She climbed up onto her chair and dove off the back of it, wings flapping so she could run towards her brother's room, curiousity wanting to kill the cat... legged girl.
"But he's changing so don't go in yet."
Kris kept on going, it was just her brother after all wasn't as if he had anything she cared about, she burst into his room as he was buttoning up a pair of pants that fit but weren't exactly modified with the way his tail is so they rode a bit low on his hips. Kris gave a whistle, "Wow, so you did grow."
"Get out! I am getting dressed." Vishal snapped, glaring at her before taking a step towards his sister who didn't move a step just looked him over as if getting a feel for what an older guy looked like and what she needed herself to look like to better make friends with pretty girls.
Diyaka bounced on his heels happily as he waited downstairs with Keiji. "Vishy got really pretty. I like it!"
Keiji smiled, "You seem to be good friends with Vishal. I am glad." He said, no doubt he had said it before but... he was. Vishal had at least one good friend and that made Keiji very happy.
"He's my boyfriend." Diyaka said with an assured nod. He still didn't know what the term meant, having only been a preteen for a short while.
Keiji blinked then gave a giggle, "Cute!" He said, turning to work on the food a little more, "You going to stay for dinner?
"If you don't mind." he said cheerfully, hoping Vishy came down so he could hug his boyfriend.
"Not at all, the more the merrier though you should get your plate before the other monsters do."
"Okie." Dia said, grabbing himself a plate and grabbing Vishal one.
Keiji smiled, giving him plenty of time before yelling that dinner was ready. Instantly the twins appeared and following no to far behind Kris who dove into the frey and was fighting as hard as either of the two boys to get what she wanted.
Vishal came into the room at a run a moment after them wearing only the lowrider pants and started to shove his way through not knowing Dia had gotten him food
"Vishy! I have food for you." Dia said with a smile, tugging lightly on the other boy's tail.
Vishal looked back at him before abandoning the stuff he had been taking to go and sit with Dia, "Your the best!"
Dia smiled happily and handed Vishal his plate. The monster god's plate had much more on it since Diyaka's appetite was a lot smaller when the food wasn't junk food.
(( Dia/Deiyya both played by Dg ))
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 6:22 pm
Big Brother Gets Bigger
Journal Entry
Well Diyaka grew on us again. I swear it was just a few months ago that he was a relic! And now he's this preteen boy and he's even gone on his first date! I don't know if I can handle all of this. Dartie says it's normal but I don't think she cares. She's the type who'd rather her kid be upstairs in bed with a person she knew and approved off then sneaking off under a bush with someoen she knows nothing about. Which I guess makes sense but I hope Demetra doesn't grow that fast. So far she doesnt' seem to so I may be lucky.
Demetra has apparently started teething. And she's got enormous lumps in her mouth that I don't understand at all. Sasha thinks they may just be molars growing in. Though she's a baby and I don't think they should be that...large. Or round. Her mouth is definately paining her though but we can't seem to medicate it. I have also found that clipping her nails is a near impossible task. They're very hard. Dartie suggests not fooling with how she's growing as she lived a life as a monster before without people medicating her and whatnot and she'll adapt. I wish I werent' so worried.
Thankfully Demetra hasn't shown any sign of rejecting Diyaka's growth. I wasn't sure how she'd take it but I guess he still smells that same because she still let him hug her. I swear Demi's getting highly attached to that boy. She won't let anyone else play with her hair really. And she will shreik, scream, whine, growl and try to bite when someone else tries to put her to bed. I dunno but hopefully it's a good sign that she's attached to someone at all. Either way I think I'm going to keep her as far from HQ as I can for the moment. I showed her once, and that was all I needed to do for the moment. I do not need to go there anymore since now I can just contact Kishi whenever I need due to her being a guardian.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:20 pm
The Nightmare
Waking is in black, dreaming is in indigo
Diyaka finished brushing up his hair a few nights after his date with Vishal. He was a bit unnerved after that trip. He felt as if that woman hated him, Vishal didn't like him that much and that Brutican knew things he wasn't telling but that wasn't as unnerving. Curling up in his bed, the boy hoped the nagging feeling in his belly that had arrived after he went to that place would go away. But that night's dream would make it worse...
Diyaka was Deiyya again, but this time he wasn't really as aware of himself in this memory. That's exactly what it was. And a painful nightmare of one too...
He was staring down a long table at 5 coffins on a stage. The young man was wearing his best clothing, all white and gold. It was raining and he stood next to his younger sister. Demica was all out bawling even though she was supposed to be quiet and joyous on this occasion. It was Tison tradition to smile during such a ceremony as this-a celebration of the lives of the deceased. But they were her Mommy, Daddy her sister and two of her big brothers. The girl was only a teenager...she couldn't accept these things as well as Deiyya could. And she had lost fewer people close to her.
Deiyya wished that he was in their place right then. Less people would cry for him. Deiyya was a well known heartbreaker, and he was a fire deity, not welcome in this society...Daisha had been a kind and an honorable young man. Dashiina had been the greatest queen ever-strong and compassionate-, Dreik had been a just ruler though strict, Dreik Diyaka had been like his father though not of completely high stock, and Whitney had been smart, funny and kind. His family...though they had been lost to him figuratively so long ago, he missed them now more then ever. He knew he had been disowned because of what he was and because they thought it was best for the world, not because they did not love him.
It was an aching in his chest that he had only felt once before-when he had had to leave his first love because of the evil that had taken his heart. Yet when the ceremony ended and the banquet in his family's honor ceased, he felt strangely like everyone was watching him. It was not until Deyin Deshka called him and Demica to the stage that he realized why.
"Deiyya, you were banished from Tisoni Eternica for being the god of fire. But now Tison begs your forgiveness and asks one important task of you. You are needed to be the new head of the House of Gemyma and the new king of Tisoni Eternica. Your sister must take her place as Queen of the Dahi but you must lead Tison in this dark time." he said softly, kneeling before the young man.
The young man glanced out at the crowd and felt somewhat alone but his heart was filled with sorrow mainly. Deiyya had wished to return to his lover-the god Deveous, Deyin's disowned son. But he loved Tison and knew it was his duty.
The dream fuzzed out for a moment but returned to another time like before.
A young woman with long pink hair, a large straight nose, lovely blue eyes and a somewhat heart shaped face stood near him, staring into space. Were it not for her nose and hair she'd have resembled Rouge almost exactly. She glanced at him and nodded.
"So you are asking me to bear your child and protect it. A secret heir to the throne in case your suspicions are correct?" she asked, voice kind of accented, like Anna's was.
"Yes. I do not wish to, for you know my preferance and I would wish to carry my own child. But were I to become pregnant by a male, it would be easily found out and the child destroyed. I'm well known to be gay so having a child by a woman would be unexpected especially were that woman mortal." he replied, voice indicating that he didn't really want to do this-give his body to yet another lover when he had only one person he truly wanted to return to-but it was his duty.
"Then I shall do it. For Tison's sake. I wish for a child myself but do not wish for a lover. As neither of us wish for eachother in that sense the relationship will be much harder to detect. Did we not love our world moreso then we love ourselves then I am sure this would never happen." she told him, a tone of decision obvious. He nodded and again the scene faded out.
The new scene was of Deiyya holding a small child, a girl with long blonde hair, barely three years old, but again it faded out and into a new scene.
The cave...Deveous's cave...he had finally been able to return to his love...but something felt wrong, cold. There was no anti-social deity rushing out to yell at him...no feeling of energy in the area...no spiderwebs hanging from everywhere to catch food. And then he saw it.
Blood lay spattered acros the floor within the cave. There were large webbed covered figures hidden in the walls, the covers stained with blood and dust. But the sight that caught his eye, that made him fall to his knees crying to that which had made Tison and it's gods as to why it had done this...there on the ground before him was the headless body of his once so powerful lover. Crawling over to Deveous's corpse he cried and cried, kneeling at the broken spider legs of his previous boyfriend...the man he had wished to remain with for all eternity. And he was gone....leaving Deiyya in anguish.
The dream faded one final time but instead left him in a black wash....somewhere in his mind the words of a cold, cruel and familiar voice that sounded like Jujike's only not spoke darkly to him "I have taken the life of everyone that you love and now I will take yours Deiyya. This is what you get for your betrayal."
And then the boy woke up screaming and crying. He had lost them...lost everyone. His mother, his father, his brothers, his sisters, his three true loves, and his child..........never had Deiyya Diyaka felt so alone as this moment. Crying his eyes out he reached out in the darkness, whimpering for Demetra and Dartsmoore and Rouge and Vishal..afraid that they would be gone too...
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 10:38 am
copy pastaed from vishy's journal
Midinight Summoning
Dartsmoore hated using phones to people she barely knew. But desperate times called for desperate measures and if she would call someoen she barely knew in the middle of the night for a crazy reaon, it would be for Diyaka. She was protective of the boy and therefore would go to many lengths for him. Hopefully someone in Vishal's house was awake, preferably the boy.
Not exactly who she was looking for answered the phone, close but not exactly, "Hello?" Came the hushed in surprised voice of the only female of the house if one could consider Kris as being very female... Who would be calling as late as this? As to why she was up at this time there came no details from here, no words at all passed her greeting actually.
"Hello Kris. I need to speak with Vishal." Dartsmoore addressed her student in a really sort of worried tone.
Kris nodded her head then blinked, "Ahh... This isn't about his homework? I promise I am trying to get him to work on it." She said, even as she walked towards the boy's room. She was hoping the teacher wouldn't call so late about something like that though. The worry in her voice made the Shadow Goddess wonder as well...
"no, no homework. I wouldn't be interupting anyone's sleep time for that kind of thing especially not my own. it's about diyaka"
Kris paused at Vishal's door, "Dia? Is he ok?" She asked, pushing the door open then held up a hand as if to ward off something. Blinky fluttered around her before returning to his post. He knew better then to land on her if he wanted to keep himself intact. She wasn't a fan of his touching her with eyestalks it would seem...
"Ok, I am waking him up now." She said, then there was the sound of her poking at her brother with the phone and his growling sort of responce.
A moment later a strange sounding responce from Vishal, "Mrgaral?"
"I don't care if you are awake yet, stand up, make sure you are as decent as possible and get ready to be transported the ******** up here." Dartsmoore said into the phone, tone one of complete serious. The sobbing and anguished wailling in the background had intensified and she knew the boy was the only cure.
Vishal blinked before dragging himself out of bed, looking down to make sure he was decent... he was wearing shorts was that decent enought? Then he reached out to hand the phone back to Kris and then set to rubbing at his eyes, trying to wake up more to make sense of what the sound in the background had been.
quite soon he was standing on the ship and now he was able to hear the gut wrenching cries and tell exactly who they were from even though they were from far down the hall
"Dia?" He murmured, eyes getting a bit wide before he was quickly sprinting down that way his sleepiness forgotten. What in the many Hells of Tison was going on? Had someone attacked him? Was he hurt? Dying? He couldn't seem to run fast enough even with using his wings to help him go.
Dartsmoore was moving along beside him and for someone so damn tiny she was pretty damn fast. "He's physically fine but emotionally he needs you. now." she explained. "We can't figure out what's up with him but I have a feeling he's gotten some of the not so good memories of his past life back and needs you there."
Vishal came to a skidding sort of halt at the door to Dia's room, took in the information given to him by Dartsmoore before he slipped inside and rushed towards the smaller God, his tail lashing behind him.
Diyaka coulding see in the dark, but now at least his sounds seemed quieter he was sobbing hard, face obviously red, wet, eyes swollen with tears. His knees were pressed up against his chest and he was twisted up in his covers, unable to stop his tears. No one had EVER seen him like this, not at all. He may have been a little quiet during their date, a little listless, but never had he shown this sort of emotion. This terror, this hurt, this absolute emptiness were rather startling and heartbreaking to watch him go through.
Vishal tilted his head to the side for a moment only able to stare before he moved forward, crawling onto the bed and over to the other boy. He hesitated a moment as if he were afraid to break Dia before reaching over and laid a hand on his arm, "Dia?"
The boy seemed to snap out of something he'd been trapped in. With a squeak he threw his arms around Vishal and cried into the larger male's chest. He was whimpering and outright bawling, squeezing the dark skinned boy as if he was afraid that he'd disappear...
It was a strange feeling that overcame him, stuff he wasn't at all used too. He wrapped his arms, his tail, and his wings around the smaller God to close out the rest of the world it would seem, to keep everything else out. Or maybe to hold Dia in? Hard to tell. Vishal then laid his head on Dia's and nuzzled against his hair in a movement that was very gentle for a God of Monsters.
Dia sobbed and held Vishal tight. "Vishy........vishy I'm s-sorry.......I'm sorry." he cried, feeling the most vulnerable right then. In the arms of the one he felt safest with, his heart was the weakest, and at that moment the boy felt as if he were being ripped apart. If he didn't apologize, didn't confess to what he'd done and try to make it right, he could lose his Vishy again, but if he did he was afraid that the other would hate him...would leave him and never come back like he had done....
Vishal tilted his head to the side then shook his head, "Nothing to be sorry for." He wasn't bothered to much by being woke up especially if Dia was feeling as bad as he was currently. He lifted a dark hand to stroke it through the boy's long hair, in long soothing motions. Comforting someone felt so foreign to him and he was just doing whatever came to mind, this was nothing he'd done before so he was rather playing by ear.
"Y-yes there is........I-I left........daddy d-d-died and then I became ki-king and ha-had to have an heir.......and w-when I f-finally got to come back like I wanted-" and he cut himself by breaking into uncontrolable sobbing once more.
Vishal blinked a couple times then laid his head back on top of Dia's eyes half closing, the feelings he'd felt in the caves on Tison. He understood what it meant a little more now, Deiyya hadn't come back to Deveous? No wonder he'd found himself so off kilter when he was there, when he was starring at a reflection that wasn't his own.
Diyaka sobbed into his chest, clinging to him. "Please, please forgive me..." he begged, voice cracking at times due to his sobbing. "I need you....more than anything.....I've lost those I've loved the most....and for once I gained one back...I can't lose you again."
"Its ok, I am not planning on going anywhere." He said, hopiong to assure Dia, hoping to make him feel better. He didn't like a sad Dia anymore then he liked a quiet and withdrawn Dia, he liked a loud and talkative Dia far more.
Dia smiled softly against his chest and leaned up to kiss Vishal on the cheek. "Thank you..." he whimpered.
Vishal flushed some but it was hidden by both his dark skin and the dark of the room, "Its nothing." he said, giving a bit of a shrug, "How about you take some nice, calm breaths and relax?" He suggested.
Dia nodded softly and squeezed Vishal close to him, cuddling into the other's arms and seeming to fall fast asleep in his arms, content to be in these arms, knowing he'd be safe like this.
Vishal laid down, giving a bit of a yawn and was soon dozing next to his friend his many limbs remaining wrapped protectively about him.
*****
In the morning Diyaka was much more cheerful when he found that Vishal had remained with him. Leaning over the smaller boy kissed his friend on the lips.
Vishal gave a grumpy sound, something that was normal for the God when he was starting to wake up. He lifted a hand as if to ward off whoever was messing with him... then realized he wasn't being woke up as was normal. No poking from his minions and definately not Kris and her flying tackles. He gave a muttered sound of confusion before sitting up and looking around, "Wha...?"
Diyaka giggled a bit. "Morning." he said, hugging his friend close.
Vishal gave a yawn before stretching out completely, arms, legs, tail, and wings before looking down at him, "Morning...?" He blinked, he'd stayed out all night? His parents were going to have his hide... ahh well. It was worth it he supposed since Dia seemed to be in good spirits.
Dia snuggled Vishal for a moment. "Thanks..." he told the other with a grin. "And I'm sure Dartie or Mom will explain why you got dragged off in the middle of the night for you."
He gave a shrug, "I can explain it, don't need others taking care of my business for me." He said, puffing up a bit before he flopped back on the bed, wings stretching out. They were a bit sore from staying wrapped about Dia all night but they would survive he was sure.
Dia smiled and ran a hand down his belly. "I'll give you a back massage if you give me a kiss." he giggled.
Vishal gave a smirk, "Make it a wing massage and I will be tempted to comply."
"How about both if it's longer then a few seconds."
Vishal gave a happy, triumphant sort of sound before he pounced on his friend to give him a kiss. Yes! Wings massage here he came!
Diyaka was glad he could recover from such things as kisses fast-even if it was the first time Vishal had initiated one and he tasted so nice-since he needed to concentrate to do a good wing massage. Luckily Tan Pan had taught him and Feejhu well in the art of Wing and Back massages so he did a pretty dang good job.
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