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Emperor\'s Bride	By : Lollipop Category: Gravitation > General Views: 12509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: No, it's no hallucination! It's another chapter! I'm sorry it took me so long *bows*.
I want to thank all of my REVIEWERS!! You're so wonderful!!
Then I want to thank: My beta, of course, for all her work
(I know my grammer sucks!!)
Dannyperris for helping me to get my lazy ass up

Just a short note: This chapter contains a very odd couple (at least it's odd for me *hehe*)
You're warned!

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Gravitation

Pairings: Y/K Th/A

Promises in the dark light

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He felt tiny drops of sweat running down his neck creating tiny tingles against his spine making him ache in need; his irrational breathing didn�t help his situation. Shifting somewhat uncomfortable in his seat he clutched his fingers around the book he was holding. He almost pressed it to his chest, causing him to have the need that he had to hold onto something as the breath on his cheek became even hotter on his skin. He felt fingers glide through his golden blond locks as hard muscles pressed themselves against his own back, making him sweat even more as the heat of the other's body made his breath uneven and his gaze was rigid.
Soft lips soon pressed against his hot cheek, sending tingling sensations all over his body and made his temperature rise.
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�Don't you like it?�
The calm, soft voice shook the young prince out of his thoughts, as he realized that he sat in the garden and not in his room. He also realized his sensei sat beside him and not behind him. He felt embarrassed, as his cheeks flushed color, as he remembered the silliness of his childhood emotions for being so driven by his own desires to dream about something like that, something that wasn't right. His sensei was a man, after all, gorgeous, beautiful, intelligent, and gentle.... but still a man. Even if it was possible, why would his sensei even desire someone such as himself, someone who was still a child in so many ways, someone who couldn't full fill his wishes and desires?
�Prince, are you listening to me?� Eiri looked around only to see his sensei, who seemed suddenly awfully close. The older man had a confused look on his face but smiled one of those warm smiles that made the young prince's heart melt like ice in the sun and made his body temperature rise. He sought after so badly to be held by his sensei, to be loved by his sensei, but he knew that this would never happen.
�You seemed a little spaced out, Eiri� the man beside him said, letting his fingers brush the flushed prince's cheek
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Eight days had passed since the �accident� where Shuichi had fallen into the lake. The young boy hadn't really woken up since he had been found, nor had he given another sign of being alive. He just lay there like a sleeping doll, his tan skin gleaming when the sun rays came into the room. His chest rose just slightly when he breathed in and out. Shuichi seemed like he was in a dreamless sleep, never moving his body. Everyday the heir of the strict emperor would come to the young boy's room, and would send everyone out and look after him while sitting by his side for almost an hour each day, not really knowing why he did this or why he cared; he didn�t even realize it when he would hold the boy's hand and brush a few strands of hair out of the sweaty, but peaceful face.
And everyday the emperor's adviser would wait outside of the room, as the prince would sit beside the bed of Shuichi, and everyday he would hate the young boy more. Hate him because he stole away the prince's time, hate him because the boy seemed to be on the prince's mind non stop, hate him because the boy would replace him sooner or later. And that could not happen at any cost.
It was one of those days, where the older prince would just sit beside the bed his gaze lingering on the sleeping boy�s face or on the trees outside the room�s window; when the adviser finally had enough of this ritual, enough of the prince's strange behavior, enough of the pink haired beauty that he had to get rid of, enough of the waiting.
He stormed inside one of his many rooms and shut the doors behind him harshly. The room was filled with the bright light of the sun, making everything seem like it was gleaming. His personal secretary Sakano, whom he treated more like a slave most of the time, was already awaited for him in the bright room. Before the other man could say one word the adviser sent every other slave out of the room with one quick wink and with a glare in Sakano's direction he gave him a sign to just stay silent.
�Where is he?� Tohma said, already filled with anger, his fists clenched. He stood in front of the huge window in his room and looked around, as if he was searching for something and knew that it wouldn't be there. From the corner of his eyes he could see that Sakano wanted to answer. The man seemed more nervous than normal. Tohma quickly turned around and walked up to a table, standing by the wall, grabbing the bottle of Sake that stood there and took one big gulp.
�Adviser...�hm...it's like this...�hm�� The secretary began to say, but Tohma interrupted him. �He should have been here eight days ago! I told you to send him to me, didn't I! Answer me!� The servant seemed to be at the brink of his nervousness, his face red with fear, his eyes blank from nervousness. �I sent a request for his presence through a worthy servant; I really did, Master but...but the servant never came back...I...oh please, don't have me to be killed. I swear, I will try harder next time�don't kill me!� The man was on the brink of tears but Tohma didn't care. He took a second gulp from the bottle while his secretary continued begging for his live. �Please don't kill me...I swear I will...� Sakano didn't get to finish his plea when the rest of the Sake was poured in his face.
�That's enough, Sakano. Go and prepare my carriage. When Aizawa doesn't want to come to me, then I will come to him. And while I'm gone you keep an eye on the prince. You understood me?� The servant could only but nod.
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He ran; he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He didn't know where he was running to, or why, but suddenly he just couldn't continue to sit there, to see him like this. All of a sudden it just had become too much to handle and he had had to run. Run away from the pain and the guilt. Maybe, if he had just looked after him like he should have, maybe then it would have never happened.
Tears run down Ryuichi�s pink cheeks as he ran down the stairs and was finally in one of the many gardens. He quickly took a breath, his chest rose heavily with each breath taken in. He wiped away the tears before they could dry. Images of Shuichi as he lay there, seeming asleep, on the bed flew through his mind. He had come to visit his friend everyday, and everyday he hadn't managed to stay longer than necessary. The air would always become very thin after awhile, and the sobs would fill his lungs. Before he would suffocate he would run. Sometimes he would meet the prince in Shuichi's room and then he would have to wait. Nobody knew what the prince did when he was in the room, because nobody was allowed to be there when he sat beside the bed.
Ryuichi leaned his exhausted body against a tree before he slid down to the ground. Why wouldn't Shuichi wake up from his coma? This would not be the first time he�s stayed up the whole night in his room where he lay alone now, wondering if he would have managed to save his friend if he hadn't...new images made their way into his mind, making him remember what had happened eight days ago with the man, that had silky black hair like a raven�s feather. He felt like he would cry any second from now, just because of remembering that day, that �event�.
But he had made the right choice. Even if he felt something, something wonderful, for the other boy, it wouldn't have been right. Not for himself, not for Shuichi, but especially not for�him. Whom would he have to take care of now? He slowly got up and made his way into the palace again, the temperature had already decreased. He wanted to visit Shuichi again; maybe the boy would wake up after all. Not that there was a high chance, but hope was all that he needed to believe.
Yesterday the emperor had come to Shuichi's room, looking to see if the boy would wake up. He told Ryuichi that the �plan� was irrelevant now and that his son would just have marry whoever would agree. Shuichi would just go home again when he woke up; if he woke up. Ryuichi had wanted to punch the man in the face for his cold words. He knew that Shuichi had feelings for the prince, they had talked about it. He himself would do everything humanly possible to make the heir Shuichi�s.
Outside the room there stood two servants, who both looked more like soldiers. As Ryuichi wanted to pass through the door, they both blocked the entrance. �No entry is allowed; the prince is in there.� one of them said. Ryuichi�s face became red with anger. Not again. He just had plucked up enough courage to go in there and face Shuichi and now...that damn prince was really getting on his nerves. A second later Ryuichi wondered why he was thinking and behaving like this.
He knew he was acting himself, but at the moment he didn�t care. �I don't care any more� he said, getting more furious by the second. He pushed past the two guards and opened the door. The moment he opened the doors, into the room, he was greeted by the most unreal sight. Laying peacefully on the bed was the blonde�s prince hair covering that of Shuichi�s. Ryuichi couldn't really see what was happening, but he could recognize the prince's lips that pressed against his friend�s.
The scene lasted about one second before the prince pushed himself away and the two servants stormed into the room directly behind Ryuichi. �Your majesty, we're very sorry but ...� �GET OUT!!!� the prince shouted, his eyes gleaming with anger. Immediately the two servants ran out of the room, leaving Ryuichi, the prince, and a sleeping Shuichi alone. �I said get OUT!� the prince shouted again, but Ryuichi couldn't get himself to move.
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He couldn't believe it. Why wouldn't they just go away? Not just the one that stood before him, looking blankly at him, no, everyone. Everyone should just go away. Leave him alone. Everything he ever wanted, everything he always wanted, was to be left in peace.
In the past few days he had come here everyday. The peaceful aura that lingered around the boy had clouded his mind and dulled his senses. Never in his life had he had felt such passion for something, for someone, and he hated to admit it. He hated to be weak in that way, he hated it that the boy made him weak. And on the other hand he feared, feared that Shuichi wouldn't wake up; he worried more than the peaceful aura comforted him. He wanted that hyper activeness back.
He didn't know what had gotten into him when he had leaned forward to kiss the boy. Maybe he somehow believed that he would wake him up with a kiss, like in a fairy tail. How pathetic? �Didn't you hear me� Eiri said, trying to let his voice to sound calm, but he could hear the shakiness of his voice �I'm Ryuichi, Shuichi�s friend, I want to see him� the other one said and went up to the bed, sitting beside the pink haired sleeping beauty, caressing his cheek. Eiri recognized the brown eyes. He had seen them once or twice. They always reminded him of Shuichi�s eyes, but they hadn't the sparkle in them, that glimmer. He wanted Ryuichi gone, more a minute ago than now, but on the other hand he couldn't seem to send him out. He didn't really want to. He hadn't the power any more. He just looked down at Shuichi.
�He looks so peaceful. Why won't he wake up?� Ryuichi said his voice a shiver. Eiri just shook his head. He didn't want to talk, but something drove him to speak to the one that sat in front of him. �You know my brother, right?� the prince said, feeling like he needed to say something. He wanted to talk about Shuichi; hear about him from someone who knew him longer than he did, but with the boy laying there on the bed he didn't dare it. Somehow he just didn't want to leave a suspicion alone that Shuichi could hear him. He hoped he could hear him, but he didn't want him to hear what he says or felt about him.
Ryuichi shook his head. �I don't know your brother, your majesty. In fact, I didn't get to meet anyone from you family except yourself.� Ryuichi didn't know if the emperor had told his son about the whole plan yet, or if the prince still believed that Shuichi was a servant. The prince studied Ryuichi closely. He could have sworn that the boy just fit the description his brother gave him about his beloved one perfectly. �You are sure? My brother keeps going around talking about a brown eyed hottie that stole his heart.� Eiri smirked. It was true; his brother had told him nearly everything about his �angel� in the past few days. Not that he had listened much. He really had better things to do and think about then to listen to his brother�s babbles. Like his own little chaos in his mind or like getting rid of Tohma, who would always follow him around like a puppy, always telling him about how staying with Shuichi wasn't good for his health; which might be true because he hadn't really
slept for the last few days, but that was beside the point.
Ryuichi just blushed at what was spoken. He was too lost in his thoughts as to really think about what the prince had said. He just shook his head and looked down as Shuichi again. �I really wish you could love him, your majesty. I'm sure it would bring him back.� he whispered.
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The count�s castle was small in size. It seemed more like a villa with plenty of little adjoining buildings surrounding it. Years had past since Tohma had seen the count, Aizawa, and he was happy that there hadn't been a really urgent reason to comer here. The count was known as a very unscrupulous man who preferred spending his time with whores, than the people who lived in the small village near his castle. Thank god the count wasn't really a relative of the emperor. Under lower circumstances had Aizawa been given the title of the count.
The carriage came to a stop and the adviser got out, already hating the way everything looked and smelled. From the outside to the inside it felt very cold and lonely. Tohma had told his servants to stay outside. There were things to discuss that didn't need to be heard by everyone. When he stepped into the only hall in the castle he was greeted by two soldiers, also known as Aizawa�s buddies, who blocked his way.
�The count wishes to see nobody.� one of them said firmly while glaring. �I'm not nobody.� Tohma hissed and pushed past the two men. How dare they block his way? He had, had enough trouble with the count. �Where is that son of a bitch?!� he asked aloud, slightly surprised about his outburst; he wasn't used to loosing his temper. When he wasn't given an answer he turned to the two soldiers, anger rising in his normally calm voice. �Listen, I'm the emperor's adviser, Tohma, and I wish to see the count. So you will fucking tell me where he is!� [1] Immediately Aizawa�s soldiers bowed in front of him, making Tohma calm himself down a little. �We didn't...we are regretful...we...the count is in his bedroom...we could take you there if you�re...� But Tohma didn't hear the rest as he stormed through the hallway in the bedroom�s direction. He knew were the said room was. He had been there, as for the reason why...he didn't really like to think about that.
As soon as he came near the wooden door he heard voices coming from the inside of the room; voices and a high pitched screams. Tohma didn't care. He pushed the door open, knowing that Aizawa wasn't smart enough to remember to lock the door, and was greeted by the sight of two people bouncing around wildly on the bed. Or more like Aizawa who was bouncing on top of someone. �What the fuck...?!� the count shouted, immediately getting off of his partner and covering himself with a blanket. Now that Aizawa didn't cover his partner up anymore Tohma recognized the servant that Sakano had sent. The servant seemed to recognize him as well and quickly hid under the covers.
�How dare you...� Tohma said walking up to the bed gripping the young boy's wrist, pushing him out of the bed and onto the floor. �It seems like it's very hard for you to follow an order. Get out of my sight!� he hissed as the boy quickly ran away. As Tohma turned around he saw Aizawa comfortably sitting on his bed, taking a gulp from a bottle of wine that was placed on the bedside table. �It's not his fault, you know. I seduced him and convinced him to stay here for awhile and spend a little time with me...along with other things. I was lonely, you see; and he was a virgin. So you can�t say it was my fault either. We both were victims of our sexual drives, so don't punish him. But I have to say you've got pretty little servants working in the castle, very pretty. Not to mention your one of them. But I have to say that I�ve missed you quite a bit. I mean, your virgin servant was nice, but sometimes I prefer the experienced ones. Like you my dear...�
�That's enough Aizawa� Tohma interrupted, already sick of hearing his voice. The count got up, not caring to cover himself and walked up to the adviser. �Now, now; don�t say you regret our little adventures.� With this he leaned forward to kiss Tohma, who in return stepped immediately away, leaving the count to kiss an empty space. �You stink like alcohol. You know that makes me sick. As for the adventures, I was young and dump, like you [2]. The only difference now is that I've grown up and made something out of myself. You on the other side...hn, I think I've already made myself clear.� Tohma heard Aizawa suck in a quick breath. Then the black haired man went over and grabbed the bottle of wine and took a big gulp. After the bottle was empty he threw the bottle onto the floor and began to walk over to Tohma; reaching Tohma he grabbed the adviser around the middle, pressing himself up against the other man. �So, I see. I'm not good enough for you any more. Hmph, it seemed quite
different a little while ago. You know, I've thought about you very often and remembered it was you always you who came crying to me every time. I took you my dear; you remember that time, don't you, when we both were poor and slept in that little wood not so far away. My dear...� With that Aizawa let his hand caress Tohma's side, leaning forward to kiss the other man.
�I would be very careful if I was you.� Tohma hissed and pushed himself away, feeling disgusted. He wanted to get out of this place immediately and take a long, nice bath. But he knew that this had to be done. He should have known that Aizawa would lead their conversation, if one could call it that, in this direction. The count wiped his mouth as the adviser pushed him back while grabbing another bottle of wine, which stood on a nearby table. �I see you didn't come to share my bed, did you?� he laughed, taking a gulp from the wine.
Tohma sat down on the bed, after he had thrown everything that was on it on the floor, including the sheets. He felt nothing but disgust for this place. As for the man...he felt nothing but pity for him. �Listen Aizawa, I will make this clear to you. I won't share anything with you. You made your choice a long time ago, preferring this little village that once was rich over a job in the palace, thinking that one day I would come begging for you when you were rich. But now, you can see it�s in reverse; I'm the one who's rich and you've bought that village nothing but shame. I don't even want to speak about your minor alcohol problem.� �I don't have an alcohol problem!� Aizawa shouted, throwing the bottle in his hand against the wall. �I see� Tohma smirked, not even trying to hide that laugh in his voice.
�Will you listen to me now!?� Aizawa just sat down beside the adviser leaning back against the mattress. As the other man didn't say a word Tohma began to speak. �I'm sure that little virgin servant, as you call him, has told you why I sent him here, before you two went to bed?� Aizawa just nodded. �Yeah, but I didn't feel like going all the way to the palace. If you had told the little nymph you would welcome me naked I might have come. But so�� Tohma shook his head. �Forget it. I wanted you to come because I have something that must be taken care of. Exactly: You have to take care of it for me.� At this Aizawa shot up against him, his gaze turning into stone. He grabbed Tohma by the shoulders and pressed him down on the mattress, leaning over him. �YOU want me to take care of something for YOU. YOU want me to do YOU a favor. The great Tohma Seguchi, I don't get you.� With this Aizawa let go of Tohma and lay down beside him, smirking like there was no tomorrow.
�No.� Tohma hissed while sitting up again. �I want to make a deal with

you, not a favor.� �And what would the deal be?� the black haired man said, sitting up as well, leaning over to the adviser. �There is someone who bothers me. You don't have to know who it is and you certainly don't have to know why I want this person out of my way. All that matters for you is that you break the person�s spirit in the most imaginable way possible. Do not kill him, understand, do not kill him. Just break him. Break him so his soul will never be able to heal again, so he will never be able to be touched again or be able to stand around others for to long again. So that he gets out of my way. Understood?� Aizawa smirked. �In other words you want me to rape someone?� �That's not exactly what I planed, but yeah. Rape him, I don't care. But be brutal. He has to be broken.� Tohma said with all the disgust he felt for the pink haired boy. He couldn't even describe the hate he felt for the boy. He even had to come to Aizawa, just to make sure that he wouldn't have to see that
creature every day of his life.
�It's a 'he', then. Fine; is he good looking at least?� Aizawa asked, seeming uninterested. Instead he let his hand caress Tohma�s thigh. His hand was immediately pushed away. �Don't touch me. As for you question, I don't really see a reason why it should concern you if he's good looking or not; it will be a job, nothing more. So it doesn't really matter.� �Oh it matters� the count hissed, leaning over so that his face was close to the other man's. �It matters because I have to fuck him and I have to be hard to do that.� Tohma quickly leaned back and pressed Aizawa away. �Fine, if it matters to you. I think one would call him attractive. He's still young, has pink hair, so you will recognize him immediately. He's well built too, shapely. One would say girly. Just the way you like them. He's a virgin, so you can have your fun.� �Sounds good to me. I'm looking forward to it. As for my payment...�
�500.000 yen. When the job's done� the adviser said, standing up and walking up to the window. Outside the sun descended down slowly. �No� Aizawa said bluntly and walked up to Tohma, who stepped back until his back was against the glass of the window. The count leaned forward to the other man, taking in the scent of the other's skin. �No. I don't want money. I know I could use it, but I refuse to take money from you. What I want is you, your body. Nothing else, of course, payment is after the job's done.� Tohma pushed Aizawa away for the hundredth time that day. �Forget it I will just hire another for the job� he said, repairing to leave. �I doubt you will. Listen Tohma, I'm sure you wouldn't want anyone to know what you've planned, would you?� Immediately Tohma turned around facing the other man with hate in his eyes. He couldn't believe that someone could be that...Argh, just the thought about it made him want to throw up, to wash himself till he wouldn't feel dirty any more. He
had to decide, quickly. When someone knew of his plan he would be a dead man. For sure, and the prince would stay unreachable from him forever. He hated Aizawa, but more than anything he hated the fact that someone could take his place by the prince, that someone could hurt the prince, which the pink haired boy would certainly do.
�Fine� he hissed, disgust and hate showing themselves clearly in his voice. �I will do it. After you've broken him and that boy is out of my way. If he dies or you don't fulfill my wishes I will not succumb to what you want. Understood? His name is Shuichi, just so you know.� Aizawa smirked again, almost laughing. �Don't worry. I will fulfill your wishes and I will make you scream my

name, dear in time.� With that the emperor's adviser left the room.
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~Flashback~
�Are you sure...I mean, that this is right?� the young prince asked, his voice shivering with nervousness and fear. He didn't want to do anything stupid. His sensei knew that he hadn't done this kind of thing before, so he wouldn't be surprised when he didn't know what to do. But he wanted to impress his sensei. Maybe, if he did this right he would love him back. After all, his sensei was a grown man; if he wanted them to be together then he would have to do such things to please him, right?
�Of course, my lovely prince; of course it's right. Just kneel down and take it into you mouth. But keep you teeth away, that�s very important.� Eiri just nodded and did as he was told. He knelt down in front of his sensei, who sat in a comfortable chair. The man before him was already naked from the waist down, a result from their earlier kissing and touching. But it had not been like this. He had been surrounded with these warm feelings that made him feel like he was flying, but now he just was nervous. He took his sensei's member in one of his hands, already feeling the heat of the man's body surrounding him, and guided it to his mouth...
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[1]: I know he is a �little� out of character

[2]: I had to make Aizawa a lot older in this fic; so that he and Tohma are the same age
See you (hopefully) next time *winks*

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