Guarded

Guarded 6

"What's this?" Fay held the incriminating piece of paper infront of Ashura, needing to hear him say that it was a bad joke or anything, anything at all to prevent his life from breaking apart yet again but Ashura only stared and said nothing. "What is THIS! Tell me!" Fay asked again voice raising in volume and shoved at Ashura as he felt the tears sliding down his cheeks. He can't believe it's true...he doesn't want to believe what was written on it. How long had Ashura known? How long would he have kept it a secret if he had never found it?

"Isn't it plain enough to see" Ashura replied, his expression an eerie calm "you're my brother."

Fay stepped back, the detachment in Ashura's tone as he said those words hit him like a backet of ice cold water. How could he sound so emotionless? He felt his heart twist and his chest tighten, this is not happening to him...no.

Ashura continued to hold his chilling gaze, a taunting smile creeping up on it's edges.

"Don't be so shock, dear brother. You should have seen it coming."

"What are you talking about?"

"You are smart, think."

Fay stared at the piece of paper...his father's name...another woman...but...Ashura looked nothing like him, he could not be his father's own. Why did Ashura hid his identity from them? Did he want something? Why didn't father say anything? Did father even recognised or acknowledged him? A thousand thoughts ran through Fay's mind but he knows there is only one conclusion.

"You did do something to them?"

"Don't you think he deserves it?" Ashura replied, his smile grew wider and more dangerous.

"You killed them!" Fay's hand clutched into fists as he backed away from Ashura. Fear started taking hold of him as anger started to churned from deep inside his being but another more crippling emotion was overcoming him, the heartbreak was intense. This man whom he still love even as his mind absorbed the shocking truth, maybe this was what they meant, love and hate is a fine line in-between and what results from love is most often pain and betrayal...only Fay wasn't expecting this, this pain couldn't possibly be borne by anyone. Had he been so blinded by his own emotions that he didn't see the signs? Missed the coldness in Ashura's eyes even as he feigned concern for his father? Raked up excuses in his head for Ashura when he left the place everytime his mother stepped in? Ignored the callous way Ashura treated him when his day didn't work out for him? Numbed himself to the passionless sex that Ashura gave months before his parents death?

"You saw what happened, it was an accident." Ashura said as he stepped up close to Fay and cornered him between the cabinet and himself. His smile had disappeared and replaced with a look of unadulterated hatred as he grabbed Fay's chin and forced him to look up at him "you're shivering...are you afraid of me now?"

Fay could not reply and he froze as Ashura lowered his lips onto his, bestowing him a kiss colder than death. He wasn't so repulsed by the act of Ashura kissing him but more by his body's reaction to Ashura's familiar touch, disgusted at what his traitorous body still remembered. He steeled himself and violently pushed Ashura's body off him, wiping his sleeve vehemently against his mouth, erasing the feel of Ashura off him.

"Don't ever touch me...EVER!" Fay cried out, his body still trembling violently.

"You can't fight me...you can't even hate me now can you?" Ashura's eyes narrowed and glinted darkly "if I admitted to it, what will you do...Fay?"

Fay didn't dared answer, what could he do? He didn't think he could bring himself to take a life in the name of righteous revenge, didn't think he could bring himself to end a life of someone he love...loved despite of the truth he knew? Could anything be done for all he got was a ambiguous confession?

"Why? They didn't do anything to you!" Fay asked as confusion marred his angelic features.

"Is that what you believe? You are always sheltered from the ugliness that is life, protected from lies, provided with all that is good. You never have to suffer the pain of loneliess, to have everything taken from you in a fortnight!"

"I don't understand..."

"My mother deigned herself unworthy when he left, she saw me as the cause of her pain. Truth is your father left because of what your mother's family could offer him. He left because he was a greedy bastard, he left forgetting the vows he made to my mother." Ashura said, his face contorted with pain from those memories he could not forget, his rage would never be pacify for not only was his future taken away from him, his only family was brutally snatched away as well. Fate's hands it seems refused to show him mercy, he was destined to be the jinx. Could he really blame her that she saw him as a burden? Could he have done anything when she stubbornly choosed to waste away? He could only watch as her beauty fades, as her life seeped out of her like the ending of a star's supernova, it's light diminishing and scattering it's remains across the quiet dark space into emptiness "I was left with nothing..."

"No one's responsible for anyone's life, they treated you well and gave you the opportunity to be somebody and you repay their kindness by killing them?" Fay clutched his hands tightly and felt his nails dug into his flesh, the slight pain clearing his mind a little.

"These are words that only someone as naive as you can say, there is no redemption in what he did. The old man only saw me as an asset to his ever increasing fortunes..."

"No! Stop it! You have no right to say anything! You murderer!" Fay shouted out, his father was not a callous bastard. His memories of his father were full of kindness and love. His parents were happy and very much in love, their union was not a marriage of convenience to further expend their influence. He found it difficult to swallow the facts told by Ashura.

"I have every right and I intend to take back what was owned to me." Ashura's eyes narrowed as he walked to his briefcase and produced a set of legal documents "you'll return what should have been mine."

Fay's eyes searched the document and realised Ashura's intent, it was a transfer of proprietary and he felt his confusion and fear gave way to anger.

"I won't yield to you." Fay spat out as he harden his expression and his will, he can't afford to be weak now. His parents killer is standing infront of him and he has no intentions of letting him escape.

Ashura gave out a chuckle as he advanced on him again and this time Fay saw the glint of metal underneath his sleeve.

"You'd rather die?"

"You'd rather face imprisonment?"

"If I can't have what I want...your death is equivalent." Ashura said as he gave another cold smile and walked forward again.

"Don't come any closer...don't make another mistake." Fay whispered as fear turned to terror upon the realization of what will soon happen, he scanned the room frantically, looking for a way out and backed up again only to find the table blocking his way of escape, he slowly rounded the corner of it, his eyes never leaving Ashura or the weapon that was now fully drawn.

Fay never made it past the door as Ashura took the last step towards him, he heard it, felt it sliced through his flesh and twisted between the space of his ribs with that sickening squelching sound before it withdrew and plunged once again. He cried out, needing for someone to hear, needed someone to stop this man who was so consumed by his hatred and bitterness but all that came out was a garbled cry of pain as his blood rushed up choking his throat, the metallic taste of his blood filling him as he bent forward from the pain. He lifted his head as he slowly slide to the floor and saw Ashura's glassy, cold eyes still watching him before everything faded to darkness...

Ashura gave the seemingly lifeless body laying on the blood stained carpet a last lingering look as he pry the piece of paper out of Fay's grasp and left...

Ashura's eyes jerked open, remnents of his dream still clang on to him causing him to be slightly out of focus and he looked around and found cold comfort in the familiar dull grey walls of the cell he was in. He sat up and leaned against the wall...he was still replaying the incident in his head...really, he shouldn't have shown mercy and now he was paying the price. He could have got his own end mated out to him if he had completed his gruesome handiwork but somehow it seems a pity to utterly destroy anything so beautiful, his beauty was his saving grace, his beauty was what drew people to want to protect him or hurt him. He hated the beauty that he possessed yet he can't help wanting it at the same time, he wanted to see how much could he scar the angel that had descended upon his life before the scars would show. He wanted him to experience the hell he went through...to stop being pure and happy.

Fay's revelation in court caught him well, he had not expected the boy to say it, had not expected him to be strong enough to do it. He knows the source of his new found strength, he had seen how he search for those eyes, eyes that burned with righteous crimson fire. He wonders if they were already lovers, that might make things very interesting.

First, he'll have to ensure that Sorata has still not gotten hold of that marriage certificate yet, any further investigations will stamp any chances he has to get out of here...he will have to talk to Fei Wang...soon.

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Fay slapped at the hand that had silently crept up beside him attempting to grab a piece of his cheese cake, he heard the perpetrator gave a low annoyed growl behind him.

"Thought you never fancy cakes before?" he said as he turned and gave Kurogane a mischievious smile, which he ignored and promptly reached out to the plate again, successfully procuring a piece of delicious, pale yellow Papa Beard cheese cake.

"A famish man can't afford to be choosy." Kurogane said, his voice muffled by the mouthful of cake.

Fay laughed and turned towards the balcony again, he would never tired of the view here. The past three days was wonderful, it was the first time for so long that he felt carefree and unburden. He had also learned a lot about his new lover, he wished he could leave everything behind and continue to stay in this haven that Kurogane had given to him. He loves to wake up in the morning to see Kurogane beside him, enjoy watching him practised his sword by the cliff infront of the setting sun, he was surprised by Kurogane's skill and learned that he was a kendo champion when he was in highschool and that practising his sword skills actually help him mediate, help him seek peace from the job that he has. Fay had thought so too and asked for some guidence only to have Kurogane laugh at him saying that his frail arms could never support the weight of a long sword, that had earn Kurogane a whole four hours of icy treatment from Fay.

"I wish time would stop." Fay said softly. Kurogane turned to look at him and ache as he saw the crestfallen face that he hoped not to see, he knows how Fay feels but reality leaves them no choice. He knows Fay would never feel truely safe untill Ashura was properly judged and forever behind bars. He didn't reply but just pulled Fay into his embrace, offering his silent strength as comfort.