Topic: Yejix Zabiru and the Awesomesauce Couch

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-03-31 05:25 EST

Sleep.

Sleep is a precious thing all living things require.
It dumps all useful data into the brain for sorting, and purges what is useless.
It rests us, heals us, brings us dreams of comfort or terror.

Sleep.

This one cannot. 96, now 144 hours he has stayed awake.
Four Taeran Days.

He lies upon the couch, his tiny frame out-sized by the Italian leather furniture, in the home of his adopted sister, Darcy. He thinks upon the events of the night, as to how a small nobody such as he would gain the favor and sisterly love of a goddess-in-disguise, to be presented Ambrosia, and to the things he can do with the Pegasus-wing shaped seed currently being rolled along the hexitride fingers of his right hand, like a pirate would roll a coin.

He examines it.

It seems to be made of a dark woody substance that glows with a golden light. He feels the essence of Godkind within the fruit seed.

Such power in a tiny seed. The medicine it will make once it grows into a strong tree. The lives I can save, The people I can heal... Perhaps.. just perhaps.. this fruit might save Sita... restore her power.. make her whole again.

Thoughts drift towards the Daikini he has faithfully guarded and given his wisdom to, and of every time she healed his ails and wounds from picking fights of those larger than both of them.

The seed is replaced into his beltpouch, and he crosses his arms, leaning his silver-white mop of spikes upon the pillow given to him.

Today he learned the power of Names and the intonement of words. Words that can heal, destroy, and build.

Today he banished his ex-Goddess from this realm; Mihaele, the Shadow Goddess will no longer bother him in RhyDin. He is now Darcy's Bonded.

I must be dreaming, or having a mass hallucination shared by those sensitive to psychic emanations.. Surely the lack of sleep I've suffered has not done this to me.. or has it? Did I really experience something that should never happened? Am I truly twice-chosen by two different Goddesses, one of Life and Rebirth, and one of Shadows and Aether?

Sa'ae Dea, I'm so confused and lost... But it shouldn't matter. I am loved by another, and be it mate or kin, it brings me an infallible, ineffable joy to my soul.

I'm 4,922.. barely an adult among my own people. I'm still a college brat!
....and I have another 4,078 years left in my natural life cycle, before that Three-thousand year curse...and adding it...7,078 years... Will i still be as good looking 2,000 years ahead or will I start becoming like the older men? Will I become old and frail and live a life of hiding...?

These questions he speaks to himself in hushed whispers whilst his adopted sister slumbers in peace, begin to torment his mind. He winces as his muscles spasm from the duel, albeit brief, he had with Mihaele in a decisive strike for his soul. He had used a powerful technique known among his tribekin as Kagetsu, or translated from the Taeran language, "Shadow Claw."

A strike that harnesses the dark emotions of rage and fury, that feeds on any light source as a power-boost to strike down those of Light-elemental nature or those of other dimensions attempting to cross into this one, it is easily Yejix's most powerful finishing blow he could ever use in an un-officiated duel.

He stares at his right hand, somewhat blackened and untouched from Darcy's words of healing, a side effect of using the Dark/Emotion magicked strike. It will return to it's usual ice-blue kissed sunny-tan within a few hours.

And as he observed his hand, Sleep strikes from nowhere, sending the young Taeran into a deep slumber that would last until mid-day.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-01 06:13 EST

He lies there, in a drunken coma from having consumed too much calcium, readily available in the form of milk.

However this night he had gone off and consumed chocolate milk, and Chocolate is one of those big NO-NO's for growing Taeran boys.

Yes, he's still a boy. A whelp of 4,922. Barely legal. Jailbait. Shouldn't even be imbibing in intoxicating substances, but considering he's already been in jail 5 times before he'd become "of age," it matters not...

As such, as he lies there unconscious from having guzzled an entire gallon of chocolate milk in under 2 minutes, his stomach churns and protests. It screams and hollers at him.

Eyes snap open. Ice-blue sclera with a foreground of brilliant sapphire become small, and his mouth contorts into an unseen expression of nausea. He has no idea where Darcy's bathroom is, nor is he going to defile it and destroy her toilet with his acidic vomit.

He races outside in a flash-step, by vibrating his atoms at an incredible frequency, phasing through the air on a beam of moonlight shining through the window, and lands outside in the street on his knees, and promptly expels the contents of his stomach into the cobblestone street.

Math is pointless when you're half asleep and puking your guts out...but by the spray of upchuck, he's melted a 10 inch hole in the ground. However a single brick stands unscathed in this tiny crater, and with curiosity, Yejix reaches for it, only to find that whoever built this road had either dropped or purposefully put a single brick in this spot for some reason.

He shakes it, finding it hollow and filled with something. A claw is extended from his left hand, and he slices the brick open, to find something.. remarkable.

Within the brick, Yejix found a pair of spectacles, hewn from electrum and brass, with lenses made of a mineral he has never seen, smelled, or tasted before in his life.

The curious Taeran puts them on his face, the glasses magickally adjusting to his 20/30 vision requirements and the shape of his head. He looks around and the things he sees are so bizzare, so.. surreal..

"..What in the hell..? Where did all these big glowing patches come from..?"

What Yejix does not realize, is that he is seeing mineral and metal deposits under the streets and earth, just begging to be dug up.
he sees cubic shapes of glowing light under some areas, as he walks through town, feeling the need to feed his curiosity. He eventually arrives at the Southern Glen, now unable to sleep, as he sees hundreds of these boxes and thousands of glowing patches.

"...These glasses..!" He swiftly removes then, staring at them in awe. "They must be of dwarven design! I keep smelling raw ores when i wear them..! Perhaps Amber would be able to tell me if they are of her Race's make.."

Yejix conjures a glasses case and puts it in his big belt pouch, and teleports back to Darcy's Couch, laying upon it. Soon he is consumed by sleep, and dreams of all the delicious metal and gems he could ever want.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-01 16:39 EST

Besides eating, drinking, and the mattress mambo sleep was Darcy's favorite pastime. Unfortunately that pastime was interrupted when she heard...Noise. That was a bad thing. Evil evil noise to rise her from her beauty sleep. And yeah she needed a lot of it. Evil noise. Bad noise. Where the Hell was it coming from!?

Groaning she rolled over hogging the covers away from her sleeping snoring ninja lover. No it wasn't his snoring that kept her awake. Plus she snored too. She was used to that. No it was the racket downstairs, "What in the Hell?"

She muttered sleepily as she squirmed and wiggled untangling herself from the covers. No doubt she would end up waking Shadow. He slept with one eye open. Literally at times. After her battle with the covers she won and was now free. She fixed them so Shadow wouldn't freeze. A kiss pressed to his cheek, "I'm gonna get something to drink...Be right back."

She muttered. Not knowing nor caring if he heard her or not. Chances were he did. She had actually made it to the door and opened it before she realized she was nude. Which never stopped her before mind you. But the thought that her adopted brother was sleeping on her couch in the living room did register with her. Right.

Sighing she closed the door and pulled on one of Shadow's shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. Her pajamas were starting to collect dust for the fact that since Shadow had moved in she didn't sleep in them anymore. Fairly decent she leaves the room leaving the door slightly ajar. Bare feet carrying her down the hallway.

The sleep faded from her body and face when she saw a sick looking Yejix run out of her house. Quirking a brow. Riiiight. So she just heads into the kitchen pretending nothing is wrong. A glass of orange juice for her and water for him. She sits next to him on the couch and hands him the water taking a sip from her own glass, "Is everything alright little brother?"

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-01 18:38 EST

"..Oh yea.. I'm alright sis. I just drank too much milk and I paid for it..."

Yejix then decides something.

"I found these in a hollow brick outside of your house..."

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"They seem to be made of an alloy of Electrum and some odd metal, and the lenses are of some crystal I've never seen or heard of before... when I put them on, i saw ore deposits and hidden treasure chests.."

Yejix hands them over to Darcy. Should she try them on and look at him, he would glow as brightly as dense pockets of Iron.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-02 00:43 EST

She took a sip of her orange juice listening to him and nodding sagely. She then eyed the glasses and took them once he handed them to her. Putting her glass down on the table, "Stylish."

She said with a slight sleepy smile as she did indeed put them on and looked to Yejix her smile growing a bit brighter, "Woah...These are pretty awesome."

Chuckling as she took them off and handed them back to him, "What are they?"

She asked with a raised brow as she picked up her orange juice to sip it. Darcy was smarter than the average bear and knew they weren't just regular glasses.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-02 02:46 EST

"I'm not entirely sure. As soon as I was done exploring, I took them to my lab, and then I sent off a photograph of them to Amber.. I suspect that Dwarves made 'em, because of the style of construction and their purpose, based on what I saw."

Yejix folds the glasses up and puts them in a case he made from alchemizing some dirt. It looks like carbon-fiber.

"Maybe Amber knows what they are.. but until she can give me a name and a purpose, I'm calling them Gemspecs."

He pulls a can of carbonated water with lemon and lime flavorings out of his candy pouch, and cracks it open, sipping.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-09 07:27 EST

It had been a whole week now, since he'd effectively began living in Darcy's house.

But insomnia still plagues the small Taeran.

It is because of this chronic insomnia that we find Yejix leaving the house at the crack of dawn, heading towards the Glen for his routine physical training regiment.

The regiment was simple in his mind, but the things he does, would probably make Harris balk:

Ten thousand sit-ups, push-ups, squats, and then doing handstands, doing the pushups and squats.

A ten mile run, then another ten miles doing nothing but acrobatic flips for the whole period.

High-Gravity swimming in the lakes

..And this was just his warm-ups. When all of that was over, he usually attacks the trees with arms, legs, knees, elbows, heels, palms, fingers, and his head for 500 strikes a piece, and if he even flinches once, he makes himself tack on another 200 per flinch.

His physical torment usually lasted well until noontime. Eating anything he can find along the way, he forgoes meals in order to strengthen himself so he can protect Darcy. If she caught him doing these insane exercises, she would most likely punish him for being so "harsh on himself."

It would be at this moment we find Yejix beginning his 2nd circuit of ten miles, alternating between frontflips, backflips, turnbuckles, and flat out longjumping.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-09 16:03 EST

Yejix was like a ghost. True he escorted her home every night to make sure she was safe and crashed on her couch. But...She never saw him during the day. Unless they both happened to run into each other at the Inn. Like she said...A ghost. Though she knew from her lover being a shinobi and Yejix being a shinobi she usually wasn't worried when she woke to find both of them gone.

What Shadow did in her spare time she could care less about. Just as long as he was home in bed by the time she wanted to sleep. He made a great sleeping partner. He was like a big teddy bear.

Yejix? Yejix was another thing. So one day she makes herself wake up at the crack of dawn. Quickly putting on clothes and not bothering to look at what she put on, since most of her wardrobe consisted of clothing she could mix and match, she quietly heads down the stairs.

Just in time to see him slip from the house. Running back to her room to pull on her Chucks and a hoodie before she was out of the house. If Shadow was still sleeping and still there she kissed him goodbye.

A woman on a mission she uses what stealth she learned from her ninja lover to track Yejix. Which wasn't hard he seemed so intent. So to the Glen she follows him. Keeping to the shadows she watches him quietly as he goes through this physical regime.

It was when he began his second circuit that she chooses to step out of the shadows and would wait for him to spot her. She would smile and wave him over. All open friendliness and bright smiles.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-09 21:56 EST

He wouldn't seem so ghostly, if Darcy would actually look in the kitchen, on the refrigerator, stuck there on a magnet.

He always leaves a note so she knows where he is. This particular note says:

Good morning sunshine. I've gone off to the Glen as I have done every dawn since coming here for my usual exercises. I don't know if you've ever noticed these notes before, but I love you. And because of that love, I have to make sure I can be strong enough to destroy even Ares. So if you see me today, please don't freak out if you happen to see me thrwing myself at sharp pointy objects to train my iron skin.
~ yeji

When He sees Darcy, it is before he thought of doing Spike Training in order to resist stabbing or handle it better. He nearly screws up on a corkscrew flip, which would end the 9th mile of Circuit 2.

He lands solidly though,and in a fluid motion, assumes the lotus position, and looks up to her obediently.

"Hello..."

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-12 01:09 EST

She moves over to join him. Choosing to sit beside him. The very same fashion in which he's sitting. She is silent for what seems like a long time. Feeling the earth beneath her. The sunshine and wind upon her face. Finally she breaks the pleasant silence, "This is where you go and what do you every morning?"

She asks looking at him with a raised brow her voice soft almost as if she were afraid to disturb the peace around them. A pale hand reaching up to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear. The sunlight reflecting in her forest depths and highlighting that dark wavy scarlet locks. Despite it being the morning and her having just got up she looked lovely.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-12 06:31 EST

"Yea. It is. I'm trying to get stronger so I can do my job better.."

Yejix sits on the ground, trying to catch his second wind, before he would start doing more handstand-pushups.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-13 14:31 EST

She nodded to his words and after another pregnant pause she gets to her feet. Dusting herself off she bites down on her bottom lip looking around before back to him, "Well when you're done come inside...I'm going to start cooking breakfast."

Once more flashing him a pretty smile before she turned on her heel. Shoving her hands in her pockets pretty forest colored eyes looking down at the toes of her Chucks as they carried her back to the house.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-13 15:20 EST

Yejix decided he was done right there and then, and tackleglomped her into a hug, mumbling things that he was sorry he didn't make it to that cherry blossom party. He feels like absolute shite for being a no-sho and whispers things in her ear that "I'll make it up to you, I swear it."

then he nuzzles his head into her chest, making a sad mewling noise.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-13 16:41 EST

Suffice to say she was completely taken aback to his actions. However smiled gently to his words as she ran her fingers through his hair. She then gave him a hug and kissed both of his cheeks, "It's alright sweetie. I wasn't alone for the whole evening. No big baddies came to take me away. I was with friends and had a good time."

She bit down on her bottom lip and looked away. What she didn't mention was that before coming home she had made a stop at the Inn. Having pleasant conversation with Shy and Charna until the one that sometimes plagued her dreams showed up. A shiver ran down her spine but she shook it off.

Carefully hiding what she was thinking from Yejix, since due to their bond he could read her as easily as a book and vice versa, she smiled as she untangled herself from him and got up, "Everyone is gonna wake up and wonder where breakfast is. We better head back."

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-13 17:22 EST

He untangled himself from Darcy, and picks her up, with that everpresent doofus mask of his, which always hides his real emotions on his face.

He then runs home with her in his arms, the wind he makes blowing their hair about as if they were on a motorcycle.

He'd never tell her he'd been training himself to the edge of death every morning, and he hoped to whatever god that did exist she never found out about his suicidal need to become stronger, faster, and physically perfect.

He'd never tell her he never eats unless she forces him to, and he'd never tell her he deprives himself of sleep on purpose in order to force his mind to always be aware.

Yejix Zabiru walked a line so thin that if even a spring breeze came, it'd knock him over. He just hopes that nobody finds out about his self-destructive habits.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-15 16:03 EST

Darcy was at the time now used to being swept up in his arms. Especially considering it was starting to become a normal occurance between the two. She laughed as she held onto him enjoying the wind in her hair. She had pulled out her ponytail holder to let her hair fly free. Laughing full of joy as she closed her eyes with a smile on her face stretching her arms out to the sky. Such abandonment and freedom felt wonderful.

Darcy had suspected what was going on with her dear Yejix. The Bond between them Bounded them closer than she was to her ninja lover Shadow. So she knew. Deep down she knew. But she wasn't going to question it.

She was no stranger to self-destructive behavior. Considering for decades upon decades that's how she saw things when the body she inhabited was suddenly cut off from her due to May's or her hand. So when she got the gist that the body was just a shell a vessel she would find ways to push the body to the limits.

Always the end result was the same. And so as they made their way home she held onto Yejix as the following lyrics fell from her lips in haunting lyrical tones, "Sucker love is heaven sent. You pucker up, our passion's spent. My hearts a tart, your body's rent. My body's broken, yours is bent. Carve your name into my arm. Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed. Cause there's nothing else to do, every me and every you. Sucker love, a box I choose. No other box I choose to use. Another love I would abuse, no circumstances could excuse. In the shape of things to come. Too much poison come undone. Cause there's nothing else to do, every me and every you. Every me and every you, every me...he. Sucker love is known to swing. Prone to cling and waste these things. Pucker up for heavens sake. There's never been so much at stake. I serve my head up on a plate. It's only comfort, calling late. Cause there's nothing else to do, every me and every you. Every me and every you, every me...he. Every me and every you, every me...he. Like the naked leads the blind. I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind. Sucker love I always find, someone to bruise and leave behind. All alone in space and time. There's nothing here but what here's mine. Something borrowed, something blue. Every me and every you. Every me and every you, every me...he. Every me and every you, every me...he"

*The following song is Every me, every you by Placebo.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-15 21:02 EST

Arrival to the house soon came. He did not understand the words that came from her lips, be it song or spell. All he knew was the unending pain of loneliness, the emotional abuse he had suffered and the physical torment he puts himself through, all in that name of a misguided sense of duty.

When he sets her down on her feet again, He quickly feels wetness upon his face. Brushing it away, he had found himself crying tears of blue blood, as if some subconscious trigger had been set off.

He wobbles, a wobble that is not his usual seemingly drunken swagger, but more of an "oh crap i'm gonna break my head" wobble, but he rights himself at the last second, the cause being from a lack of air to his brain as he had ran that entire distance from Glen to Home on a single breath.

"..What did your words mean...?" he finally asks of her with a childlike curiosity.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-16 00:37 EST

When set to her feet she turned to face him. Concern crossing that pretty face of hers as she sees his actions. Shaking her head and taking him by the arm she leads him inside. She leads him over to the couch he sleeps on. After she makes sure he's sitting or laying down and comfortable she moves to the kitchen.

Breakfast was put on pause due to her immediate concern for Yejix as she prepares him a tall glass of water along with a bowl that held nuts, bolts, and washers in it. She knew he ate metal. She hoped it would restore some of his energy. So she hands him the bowl and the glass of water when coming out of the kitchen.

She then moves to sit in the corner of the couch. Curling up with her now bare feet tucked under her. She watched him for a few moments before she finally said, "Love. The song talks about love. The crazy things we do for it. In hopes that the someone we do these crazy insane things for will love us back."

Letting a soft sigh fall from her lips she looks away into the distance before her gaze finds his once more, "I know or at least have an idea that you're deeply confused about our relationship. Hell so am I. What I do know is that I am your protector as you are mine. We are there for each other when the need arises. You're one of my dearest friends very close to my heart and I treasure what we have."

She uncurled slowly from her position then as she moved forth until she settled back on her knees beside him. Forest depths intent on his face as she cupped his cheek a slight sad look overcoming her own face, "However I suspect that you feel...More. That when you say you love me it goes deeper than friendship. Is this true?"

This is what had been on her mind the most. She remembered when she first became Bound to May that yes she had fallen in love with the woman. Fallen head over heels. But after years and years together that love turned to a fondness. Something softer. It finally turned into the strong friendship the two shared today. Whether or not May ever harbored such feelings for her at any time during their long journey together she didn't know nor did she want to ever know. She left such thoughts behind long ago.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-16 10:08 EST

"I've felt this way long before you bound me to you."

He plucks a handful of nuts and washers from the bowl and munches on them like one would party peanuts or cashews. Yes, it is true that he eats metal, but it isn't the only thing. His people originally ate crystals, and when they developed smithing, metal became a condensed form of crystals. However that alone did not make for a balanced diet, so they began to eat meat, fruit, grains, and some vegetables. Yejix was highly carnivorous when it came to put the metal aside.

"..In fact I'd fallen for you the first time I ever laid eyes on you, Darcy. A schoolboy crush that kept getting deeper, and deeper.. and then we started playing those drinking games... I lost my inhibitions, just like Ms. Lani said her drink would do, and I.. I just started to long for you, because you were the only person, in my mind, who seemed to genuinely care for me besides Stiles."

He replaces his handful of metal back in the bowl, and gives her a serious look.

"....Then I gave you that Card, with the thought, "If I can't have her as a mate, then I'll be damned if I let her out of my life." When I spoke those words, I adopted you into my clan, but you are not of my blood and flesh or from the womb of my Mother. You aren't my sister, but you are something very, very, very dear to me and If I lost you, I'm afraid I would have finally succeeded in ending my existance, Curse be Damned."

He looks down, at his feet, shaking.

"Then Aukai tried to take you away with his foul powers.. I wanted to destroy him on the spot. Society doesn't like murders. So I did the only thing I thought feasible. Distract, Lie, then headbutt him into next week. Those horns hurt. But I did it because I had to or I was going to lose you, Darcy."

the tremors running through his body become violent, as he blocks himself off from their mental connection so he can speak freely and feel his own emotions without harming her.

"I do love you. And I mean it. Whether or not it is proper, or even returned in the same sense has yet to be seen. You have Shadow, and I will not dare do anything lest I incur his wrath."

He finally bursts into silent tears, and looks away from her.

The things he does to himself int eh name of love are terrible, going as far as to deny himself any kind of comfort just so others are happy around him, to the point of putting on mask after mask, and hiding behind walls of self-lies.

Yejix never recovered from the Nenshoukage -- years of being told he was worthless, an abomination, a cancer of the planet, absolutely vile.. for reasons he never knew until it was all over.

He never received any emotional support or even when he had his arranged marriage, not once did his wife give him any love or physical attention. He laughed cruelly when she died. He cried when he killed his own father, the same man that had administered terrible things to him in the name of medical science. The surgeries, the implants, the genetic tampering, being used as a sponge for poisons testing, or being starved, beaten, frozen, burnt..

Yejix cried for the second time in his life today, real tears. He was so incredibly..alone..despite being surrounded by people.

All he can hope is that Darcy will save him from himself.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-16 16:10 EST

She sat still on the couch. Like a living statue. Never wavering from her position as she listened to him spill forth those words to her. Something flickered over her face when he built a wall between their minds. But she listened on. Finally it was when he turned away she moved.

Reaching out she grabbed him wrapping her arms around him. Rising on her knees slightly as she held him close. Rocking him back and forth. Closing her eyes as her own tears spilled forth. Laying her cheek on the top of his head as she sought to comfort him. She then began to sing a lullaby she was taught many many years ago in her original language.

Darcy's maternity side coming out as she sought to ease his pain. When he had calmed down enough she pulled away slightly however still had him in her arms. A firm unspoken gesture saying she would never let him go, "Yejix...I already knew how you felt I just needed to hear you say it."

Sighing she licked her lips looking away from him before her gaze returned to his face, "I...I honestly don't know what to say. For once I feel speechless. True I have Shadow and he is there for me and loves me and I am forever grateful for that. Any man or woman to ever come into my life that I let close to my heart has left me due to my stupidity of doing something terrible. But he? He came back. He was the first to come back..."

She paused once more swallowing hard as she sniffled slightly her face still freshly tear strained, "Please know that I do love you. I love what we have. I love our deep friendship. But...I do not know if I can return the love you so desperately need and want from me. Someone already has my heart and I know I can't betray him and hurt him. I know that I can't love two people like that at once."

It was then she let him go and looked away. Wanting to just curl up and disappear. Yejix was very near and dear to her heart. But so was Shadow. Shadow came to her on his own. Yejix? She felt she had trapped him. By Binding him to her. Increasing that Bond and feeding on his emotions. Dear God what had she done? She felt...Monsterous for hurting someone she cared for deeply like that.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-17 11:08 EST

If Darcy is a monster, then Yejix is the Voice of God. Both unlikely and preposterous.

"I'll wait then. I will wait until time ceases to exist. I'm happy if you're happy.." lying through his teeth with that mental wall still up at full force, he lies again by forcing his patented doofus grin.

"I.. I really don't care if I ever find love. Perhaps I was just never meant to experience it. I'll be alright. I promise." Lies, lies, lies. He lies out of a natural instinct to protect himself from more damage that he's already got. He's lying because he wants people to think he doesn't give a damn about himself, and only cares for the betterment of his fellows.

But it's finally taken a toll on him. The longer he tries to hold it in and hide it, the more his masks crack and become transparent. The longer he keeps this one-way train of self-sacrifice, the closer he arrives at Insanity Station.

He's going to snap one day, and when it happens.....

.....

.......

.........

...........

Let's just say that it isn't going to be very pleasant for anybody.

He looks up at Darcy, trying to brave about it all.

"You aren't a monster. I joined you willingly, and I knew all the risks involved. Even if I am just a meat shield, I'll do my job the best I can. Even if I'm just some hired blade, even as much as I suck in the Swords Duels, I will fight the best I can. If I am just a wizard for hire, then I will bring down the sun upon the fools who try to take you away from us all."

He stands up.

"For as long as I could walk and speak, I have done nothing but serve others without one iota of care for myself or my own needs. I have always been someone's "boy" or a knight under the command of a General. I've always been the soldier, the hired gun, and the bitch. All I can hope is that you'll treat me better than anybody else in all creation ever has."

Subconsciously his knuckles whiten as fists are balled at his sides, his two-toned blue eyes glowing with some sort of light that can only be described as something no Demi, God, or Mortal has ever posessed in their life or existance -- something that only he, Yejix Zabiru, who's name means "The Great Storm of Halcyon Days"; he, the rightful master of Halcyon Edge, the sword of Darkness' Bane, Warrior of Seven Virtues: Hope, Order, Justice, Logic, Courage, Power, and Mercy; He, who would one day bring peace and freedom to his own world, and finally plunge his blade into the wicked heart of Ab, the Dark God-King of his world, and free every soul on his planet from his corruptible grip - -that light..

..that light is something that nobody can ever steal from him.

Face the sun. Face the sun and smile.

The light got brighter, the longer he demanded his own body to purge these sorrows.

Face the sun. Face the sun and smile.

His eyes, once cold and hardened from millenia of abuse, are flooded by something only describable as ... Nothingness. The Light of the Void.

Zero.

The essence of Nothing and Everything, The essence of Once Was and Will Be.

The first lights from the Big Bang that made all we know are emitting from his ice and sapphires, and he looks to Darcy and takes her within a loving embrace, holding her close to him.

He finally speaks.

"As long as I have you, at my side, for any reason... I feel strong enough to kill Gods."

He pecked her cheek and sat back down.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-18 22:23 EST

If there was one thing Darcy hated it was being lied to. Though since he had constructed that wall cutting them off from each other she couldn't tell outright he was lying. But being a careful observer slight gestures in his body language told her otherwise. However she just sighed, nodded, and smiled.

Hugging him back tightly as she annointed his cheeks and forehead with kisses. She knew he was doing it to protect them. To not screw up what they had. Yes she knew all this deep down. But deep down she didn't like it. She didn't like the fact that she couldn't return the affection he had for her.

However she would grin and bear it. She would do what she could in her power. By having him by her side always in return she would be by his. When the world falls apart and crumbles at the edges around them they will be each other's rocks. In desperate times of need. For whatever support they would need each other for.

Yes she felt her heart swell with these hard concrete facts as she nodded to assure herself. Letting out another sigh she let go of him reluctantly. Forcing her own pleasant bright smile though it didn't reach her eyes. No her eyes were left dark and haunted. But she wore the pleasant mask to hide herself from him. Anything so she wouldn't have to see the pain etched on his face. Hurting those close to her proved her to be a bad demi not a good one, "I think I should get started on breakfast. If you want to help you can. Or you can go wake everyone up if you want."

With that she left him with the decision as she smiled one more time before her feet carried her into the kitchen. At least she could forget herself with the task of making food for everyone and not think about what they both knew and what they couldn't do about it. Then later on she would lose herself upstairs. In that room she had designed as a dance studio. Losing herself to the music and the graceful motions of her body. Then if she still was plagued she would find a different route. Singing and playing guitar with all of her heart and soul until left exhausted. And it would be only then if these methods didn't work she would turn to the bottle. Always the bottle. Always there to help numb her and help her forget. To block out all the nasty stuff in life. To shut out all the pain and heartache. The bottle was her best friend.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-18 23:29 EST

This post occurs between the timeframe of Darcy asking him for help and his decision. An Internal Monologue.

Forgetting to put his mental wall back up, he rants inside his mind.

I can't take this anymore. I can't keep lying to her, myself, and the world about how I truly feel. It's become an automatic reflex to spare myself any heartache. It hurts. It really hurts.

I'm jealous of that ninja. I wish it were me getting all those hugs and kisses, that attention, the love I never got when I was a whelp. My parents hated me so much because I wasn't the 2nd daughter they wanted. A mistake. Something that should have never happened.

Is it so wrong of me to crave, desire, these simple things in life? Am I a terrible person to seek out what I never had or probably have no idea of what it is?

..Do I even really, truly know what Love is, in an emotional sense? Am I blind to it? Do I even know how to feel it? Did I just say words to Darcy in hopes of getting this Love?

......Why am I even in RhyDin? Why am I not back on my world, where I am celebrated and wanted?

.....I suppose they didn't really want me, now that I think on it..

"I suppose I'll go wake up the others.. although I have no idea who else would be here.. I never see anybody else."

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-19 00:04 EST

The kitchen door had just swung shut behind her when suddenly that wall between them came down. Like an oncoming speeding train his thoughts and emotions crashed into her. Letting out a shriek as her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor.

Tears streaming down her face as she curled up into a little ball on the kitchen floor and just cried her eyes out. His emotions streaming through her all at once causing her body to experience all the negativity, the pain, the hurt, the ache.

She held herself tightly in an attempt to comfort herself. She knew once his emotions had filtered through hers would hit him at any moment. Or perhaps at the same moment when that wall crashed. His thoughts coming in full and clear her heart bled for him.

In all of her years no matter how cold she acted she could never be cold. Always there was a way for the ice to melt around her heart. Never would she be a cruel mistress to him. Her heat ached in the fact that she couldn't show him the love he wanted from her.

She just couldn't...Someone already had her heart. She couldn't love two people at once. Not in that way. Not unconditionally and fully. And so it was on that kitchen floor in the warm morning light she sobbed out all of these feelings until she numb, light, and empty.

And finally tired from all the emotional stress to come to her at such an early hour she passes out. Into sweet nothingness. She dreams of nothing. She feels light and floating. And for once she's thankful for the temporary escape.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-19 00:07 EST

..He was crying too. He felt the feedback and also wound up on the floor, on the spot in an unconscious state, floating about in pitch black, recalling every single thing he ever did in his life.

...Darcy got peaceful sleep.
...He got nightmares.

...how he wished he could sleep like Darcy.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-20 13:36 EST

In a way Yejix was like a familar to her. When all of the negativity and crap sought an outlet from her he seemed to be that outlet. It wasn't fair. It was cruel. It was heartless. And oh how she hated it. She knew it was a mistake. But there was no way to undo what she did. Well...There was one. The way that had started her climb to insanity. The constant deathes and rebirths by her or May's hand. No. She wouldn't put him through that.

What seemed like moments but was probably hours she finally woke. She woke to the sound of music. David. Seemed he was up and playing his video games like always. He would freak if he found her like this. Sighing as heavily as her heart felt she sat up. Wiping her eyes and finally rising to her feet. She wobbled slightly unsteady but soon regained her balance.

She too could experience her brother's thoughts and emotions but the link they had wasn't that tight. So they could tune each other out whenever they wanted. And she was thankful that this had been one of those times. She was sorely tempted to check on Yejix but her heart pounded as she was suddenly afraid. She was afraid of the way he would react. She sincerely hoped that things could go back to the way they were.

Quickly building up that wall between them she pulled on the link that was her brother, 'Can you check on Yejix? I'm in the kitchen making breakfast. If Ryan is there ask him if he wants some. Thanks.'

And just as quick she cut off that link. Knowing he had heard when she heard him curse loudly at the fact that he had lost his game. She couldn't help but smile as she heard deep male laughter who she assumed was Ryan. With that done she finally set about making the task of making what seemed to be a late breakfast for everyone who was hungry.

David Huntington · Date: 2010-04-20 13:55 EST

Better late than never or whatever they say. David had fallen outta bed like always. Hair a mess of bed head that he thought his piano man found super sexy. David slept au naturale and even played his video games that way in the privacy of his room.

Grinning as he shrugged on the plastic guitar controller and began to jam out. However his fun time didn't last long as he was rudely interrupted by his sister nagging in his brain. Rolling those eyes an exact match of his sister's he put the game on pause, "Man...Such a poonanny. Can't face things herself. Always gotta make me her banana boy."

Sighing he put the controller down and shrugged on a pair of boxers. And well that was all he needed. He'd wander around the house nude if it wasn't for his sister's insistance to at least cover up a few important parts.

So then he opens the door and walks down the hall and to where he assumed Yejix would be. Licking his lips as he raised a pierced brow to him, "Hey man you okay?"

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-20 14:35 EST

Yejix isn't responding. that magnitude of emotional feedback was enough to knock him into a temporary coma, and therefore there was barely any sign of life from him, just the barely noticeable rise and fall of his chest.

I just wanted to be wanted around, that's all.. Why does my life always have to throw curveballs at me at every waking moment? What does a guy have to do to get a lady around here, be an asshole?

in his unconscious state, his arm and leg fins twitch every now and then.

David Huntington · Date: 2010-04-20 16:05 EST

David just kinda sorta blinked and shrugged. Reaching over he grabbed one of the blankets and set it over Yejix. Hoping that he would be okay for a few moments he wanders into the kitchen.

Shoving open the door he leans in the doorway. Crossing his arms and leaning his hip in the door frame as he eyes his sister, "Damn girl what the Hell did you do to him?"

He asked with a raised pierced brow as he nodded in the direction of the passed out Yejix.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-20 16:16 EST

Darcy indeed has busied herself. The kitchen suffice to say was a mess. She was currently cooking up a storm. Eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, and anything else she could think of at the moment. Her hair pulled back she was a mess. Flipping over the bacon in the skillet she looked up at her brother, "Nothing. When I want to talk about it I will let you know. Now make yourself useful and help me please?"

It was a question and she went back to cooking. Knowing full well that he would either start on dishes or with the drinks. Either one was good for her. She bit down on her bottom lip as she scrambled some eggs around in a bowl with a whisk before she looked to her brother once again, "Or you can go wake up everyone if you want."

She finally added as an afterthought as she went back to her task of being a busy bee cooking away.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-20 16:59 EST

His legs twitch, and Yejix finally wakes up, bleary eyed and confused.

Where the hell am I.... oh wait.. Darcy's house..

He gets up off the floor and swaggers his way over to Darcy, and like a kid who feels terrible, he clings to her arm and doesn't let go until he's been forgiven for being naughty or outright bad.

"..I'm sorry. I really am. I get so confused about how I feel sometimes, I find it better to just lie to myself so nobody gets hurt.. but now look what that's done.. I'm a terrible thing and don't even deserve your friendship."

The wincing comes, as again out of instinct from years of abuse, he expects to be beaten.

David Huntington · Date: 2010-04-20 17:40 EST

So...Sister was doing the cooking. Shrugging he left the kitchen soon after Yejix walked in. Shaking his head. He then set about waking up everyone. First to his room to rouse his lover. Then to his sister's to wake up Shadow if he was there. Next to May's to wake her and Jin up. Afterwards he headed to Achilles' room to get him up. And finally to the guest house to wake up Timi and her kids.

That done he moved back into the house to put on coffee. Pulling out orange juice and milk from the fridge. Apple juice for himself. Next he went about setting the table.

And finally when his sister was done he would begin to rinse the dishes and put them in the dishwasher. Deciding to be helpful after all.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-20 17:58 EST

Darcy had just finished making breakfast. Glad for the distraction. Even more happy when David decided to help. He seemed to be taking care of everything. A moment to herself she decides to relax as she leans against the counter sipping from a glass of orange juice. It was right around that time that David left and Yejix came in after him.

She raised a brow as he clung to her arm and spoke those words. She remained calm as she finished her orange juice. Setting the glass on the counter as she wraps her arms around him hugging him tightly. She was a mess from head to toe from all the cooking but didn't care. A shower could wait. This couldn't.

Still holding onto him she spoke, "No need to apologize...If anything I should be apologizing. Just...No more secrets between us okay?"

Smiling she pulled away slightly to kiss his forehead and cheeks cupping his face with both of her hands, "Now I didn't cook up this big ol' meal just for it to get cold. Go sit down and eat."

Still smiling she hugged him once more before she moved out of the kitchen to head upstairs. A shower and a change of clothes would be needed and then she could eat a late breakfast and be perfectly content.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-20 20:42 EST

Yejix would sit down and eat his fill of breakfast foods, not really caring what it was so long as it was hot and edible.

He'd make sure to leave plenty for the others.

David Huntington · Date: 2010-04-21 17:02 EST

After everything was said and done he returned to sit down at the table near Yejix digging into his food. Silent as he chowed down. Sipping his apple juice he eyed Yejix across the table before he finally spoke, "Yanno...It's not really my business. Well kinda sorta. She is my sissy. But can ya tell me why she's all wound up? I think it's cause of you. The link we have we can turn it on and off like a switch. But sometimes I get glimpses and your face and name has popped up in her mind a lot lately."

He then finished off his apple juice and his food. Pushing the chair back he moved into the kitchen to put away his dishes before returning to the table. Waiting for an answer.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-21 17:14 EST

A shower and a change of clothes was what she needed. Damp hair pulled up in a simple ponytail. She wore a soft red cotton spaghetti strap tank top with a scoop neck and a hiphugging black comfortable skirt that hit at the knees. Barefoot she made her way downstairs.

She paused hearing her brother's voice but thinking nothing of it moved to make herself a plate of food and a glass of orange juice. She moved to join them in the dining room sitting at the table not far from her brother and Yejix as she ate her food and sipped her drink.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-21 17:16 EST

"..Dave, I honestly have no idea why she's so wound up over me. She gave me some Ambrosia, It kinda bound me to her, and well, I'm not going to lie to ya, dude, but I've had a crush on Darcy since I met her, long before she decided to make me her Bounded."

He sips on some cherry juice.

"The thing is, she has Shadow as a lover. She.. she knows that I'm extremely damaged goods and that I'm in desperate need of emotional support and some lovin'. I think she likes me like I like her, but she can't 'cuz she's already got a guy. So I'm going to wait. I'll wait until the end of time if I gotta."

He hopes this might cull his curiosity.

David Huntington · Date: 2010-04-22 00:53 EST

David just nodded to what Yejix said and would've said something in response had their sister not joined them not long after Yejix spoke. Smiling as he picked up his sister's glass of orange juice and took a sip as well as stealing a bite from her pancakes, "Mmmh...Keep up the good cooking and you're gonna make me fat. Ryan will get pissed."

Laughing he then pushed his chair back and stood up stretching as he eyed the both of them, "You two play nice."

With that he turned and left them laughing as he headed back to his room where his video games and piano man awaited.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-22 00:59 EST

She obviously had missed something. You could tell by the look on her face as forest depths looked from Yejix to her brother. Frowning slightly when her brother took a sip of her orange juice and a bite of her food. She poked him with the fork, "Yeah...Like you'll ever gain a pound. Your stomach is a friggin' bottomless pit sugar booger. Think Ryan would thank me if I put some meat on them bones."

Sniggering as she finished her breakfast and pushed away her plate she finished her orange juice as she leaned back in her chair and shook her head watching her brother leave. She then looked to Yejix and finally spoke when her brother was out of earshot, "What did he want?"

She asked with a raised brow. She knew her brother was just as nosey as her.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-22 01:15 EST

"He wanted to know why you're all wound up and "obsessing" over me, because he keeps seeing my face in your thoughts."

He starts cleaning up the kitchen, mumbling something to himself in his own language.

A few finger waggles and the kitchen starts cleaning itself after he remembers he has utilitarian magick at his disposal -- dishes wash and dry themselves, brooms and mops pop out of nowhere and begin cleaning the floor, surfaces become absolutely sterile and shinier than they were first made.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-22 01:27 EST

She knew she had asked him for no more secrets just hearing the truth coming from someone's mouth rather than your own thoughts so soon caused a surprised look to overcome her pretty face.

She thought this over. Chewing on the words in her mind as she watched Yejix work his magic and clean up the mess that was missed by her or her brother. Finally she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and looked to Yejix, "Right...Okay."

She paused biting down on her lower lip as she tried to think of something then finally, "Feel like jamming?"

Music ran through her veins and she had an inkling that Yejix knew how to play. And if he did? It would mean all the more to her that she could share her passion with him. David was an artist. Shadow a ninja. She had no one in the house to share her musical passions with.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-22 01:33 EST

Yejix had been the lead guitar and vocals for a band back home called "Namikaze", which unlike the japanese word which simply mean "Ocean Wind," meant instead in Taeran "Karma."

"I haven't had a jam session in months, since when I first came here hoping to get some popularity by getting my rock on..I'm pretty good with any kind of string instrument, but my favorite is the Shamisen, a type of japanese banjo."

Yejix reaches into "hammerspace" and pulls one out:

http://i660.photobucket.com/albums/uu321/hyperparfait/House%20Special/shamisen.jpg

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-22 02:14 EST

She licked her lips eyeing the instrument curiously. Finally she smiled and got up, "Follow me please."

Bare feet would carry her out of the kitchen. Leading them into the main room before turning for the stairs. She heads up the stairs then and turns down the left hall. Finally it was the fourth door to the right she opens and walks inside.

Her studio. The room she had transformed. The far wall was a floor length mirror with a railing. The floor all hard wood. That is where she practiced when she danced.

She moved to the other side as she plugged in her amp and fiddled with the knobs. Finally she moved over to her case. Smiling lovingly as she opens it and pulls out her Gibson Les Paul with that cherry wood finish. Cooing sweetly to the instrument as she shrugs on the strap and plugs it into the amp.

Closing her eyes as she idly tunes and finally when satisfied she looks up at him as she stands in front of the microphone, "Are you ready?"

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-22 02:25 EST

"..If you're going to use that impressive thing, I might as well equal it."

His japanese instrument is put away, and Battlecry is summoned, a mighty looking axe worthy of a once-was rockstar like he was.

http://i738.photobucket.com/albums/xx23/YejixZabiru/Yejsguitar.jpg

He quickly tunes it to a Drop-D setting, and gives it a few test plucks, his hands just -made- for playing guitars.

"Lead on, Darce."

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-22 03:52 EST

She gave a low wolf whistle in immense appriciation and admiration for the instrument he was weilding, "Beautiful..."

She breathed as she smiled broadly. This was going to be good. She could feel it. Deciding to test his skills and challenge him she launched into the opening notes of Dragonforce's Through The Fire And Flames. Her body swaying to the music from the notes her fingers played with precision that filtered out from the amp to fill up the room. It was soundproof so no one but they themselves would hear the jam session.

Their own private solitude getaway. It was nice. Really it was.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-22 10:56 EST

Darcy's just met her match. As soon as the opening power chords are over, played by Darcy, Yejix proves that he's faster than any human could ever be, by spot-on playing note for hammerdropped note of that rediculously fast speed shredding.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-22 16:08 EST

Darcy's smile was something sharp and fierce as she saw him crank out the jams. Licking her lips as her fingers danced up and down the fret board. Playing those notes and chords as she shredded on the guitar. Laughing as she struck the whammy bar. Mindless fun was something Darcy enjoyed.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-25 11:42 EST

Yejix takes a deep breath, and generates 2 clones. One would remove a copy of Battlecry, his guitar, and the other one seeks out the drum kit.

He steals the microphone from Darcy and motions for her to sit down, because he's about to give her a concert.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-26 16:20 EST

Really and truly in all of her long existance she had never ever been serenade to. She had done all the singing. So the surprised look on her face would be something to cherish as she shrugged off her guitar.

When motioned to sit she moved to sit on the wooden floor Indian style smoothing down her skirt so she wasn't flashing. A smile on her face as she waited to hear what sort of music Yejix would perform for her.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-26 23:43 EST

He gives the go to his clones, and then begins to play some hammer-on chords, while another clone walks out with an electric keyboard for some extra oomph.

And then he begins to sing his heart out.

Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate

I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it

There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance

Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary

I'm like Estella

I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker

And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature

What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred

Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around...all around

Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?

-They go silent for 30 seconds.-

Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you're gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction

And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer

All I really want is some peace man
a place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength

And all I really want is some comfort!!
A way to get my hands untied!!
And all I really want is some justice...

As they cease their playing, He stands still, realizing he'd just let everything loose in one go. He shakes a bit before falling on his knees.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-27 01:37 EST

As she listened and watched his performance she was really and truly touched. The emotions playing across her face at his performance. Smiling as she tapped her foot, her head swaying side to side, snapping her fingers along with the music. Eyes closing as she let it flow to her and through her. When the song ended her eyes flickered going wide as she suddenly sprang forth and managed to catch him before he hit the ground, "Yejix? Are you okay?"

She asked him immediately concerned.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-27 20:55 EST

He sings to her still, a capella. As he is held in her arms, he sings in a near whisper to her.

Baby's black balloon makes her fly
I almost fell into that hole in your life
And you're not thinking 'bout tomorrow
Cuz you were the same as me
But on your knees

A thousand other boys could never reach you
How could I have been the one?
I saw the world spin beneath you
And scatter like ice from the spoon that was your womb

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Or are you someone's prayer?

You know the lies they always told you
And the love you never knew
What's the things they never showed you
That swallow the light from the sun inside your room, yeah

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
Always someone there

And there's no time left for losin'
When you stand they fall, yeah

Comin' down the world turned over
And angels fall without you there
And I go on as you get colder
All because I'm
Comin' down the years turn over

And angels fall without you there
And I'll go on and I'll lead you home and
All because I'm
All because I'm
And I'll become
What you became to me

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-04-28 00:45 EST

Tears flowed freely down her pretty face as she held him close. Touched by his words and song she looked deep within herself as she rocked him back and forth and suddenly the words like a fountain spilled from her lips.

I wanted you to know that I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph and I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

Because I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There's so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

'Cause I'm broken when I'm open
And I don't feel like I am strong enough
'Cause I'm broken when I'm lonesome
And I don't feel right when you're gone away

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-04-30 14:54 EST

Yejix curled up in Darcy's lap and fell asleep, her music like a lullaby to him. within moments, he was unconscious, and standing in a void of black that was his mindscape.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-10 19:57 EST

{Sorry so sorry for the late reply!}

Once he had fallen asleep she took him in her arms. Carrying him effortlessly as she left the room. Making sure the door to her private little sanctuary was closed off from the rest of the world her bare feet carried him downstairs. Once there she laid him on the couch. Covering him with a blanket after she made sure he was comfortable. She cast one last look to him before moving off into the kitchen to make dinner.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-12 18:00 EST

As he lied there on the couch, he continued to think about the situation he's in from within that dark void that made up his mindscape. Of course, being in this state he had no control over the mental walls.

Was it really worth it? It seems that the binding of our essences has brought nothing but pain and chaos to what little order that she had. People seem eternally angry at me for existing, and that I've ruined everything once again, just by showing up in someone's life. Everything I seem to participate in, or have had any effect on in someone's history has always gone downhill.

Hell, I don't even understand why I even have friends. Perhaps this is The Chaos that Kage and Glitch spoke of, back during the Fourth War in AnimA. Perhaps..perhaps I am that Chaos.

If I hadn't come around, would Sita have been attacked by those demons? Would Lene still have her sight? Would Amber still be able to make root beer cheaply and effectively without giving up quality over quantity? Would Darcy and May be fighting?

..It all goes back to that damn prophecy. If I didn't have the overwhelming urge to follow my curiosities and gut instinct, I would have never gone to all those temples, slayed all those men and monsters, collect my vast archives of strange and wondrous devices and ancient weapons of war, and ultimately not pulled that fecking sword out of that pedestal.

I would have never triggered the trap mechanism in that hall, or be blasted by The Nexus and thrown here. I would have had no part in Animanian history, never met Stiles, and not become who I am today.

...I'd just be that dorky geek who wanted to tinker with science and robots all day and night. Harmless. I'd have some sort of life, I was respected among my peers, I was a freakin' Major in the Royal Military.. a FIREBIRD no less! I gave up everything I knew to go on some damn fool quest.

Those people don't want to be saved. They're used to the lives they lead back home. Whoever didn't abide were exiled to the wastes and they just started new lives outside of the influences of Astra and the other major cities. Sure, the King's a fecking arsehole, but Kings die, they are replaced, and nobody knows if the new man in charge, or even a woman in charge, would be as bad as the last one.

As he speaks to himself in his mindscape, he is surrounded by images of his memories. memories so vivid they were almost like movies. They showed segments of brutal battles he'd been in, the people he knew, the places he'd seen, the countless years of hard labor..

He'd stay there, watching his own experiences all over gain, bit by bit in a world where time had no meaning until he would be woken up from unconsciousness.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-14 02:36 EST

Slowly and surely as Darcy moved around the kitchen busying herself with dinner his thoughts and emotions filtered through her. Sighing heavily as she concentrated on boiling, measuring, and seasoning everything. Stirring and adding this into that making sure that was the right temperature.

Finally when everything was done she set the table. Then moving to put away the dishes and clean the kitchen. Bare feet now carrying her towards the couch as she rouses Yejix, "It's time to eat."

Smiling softly to him. She wouldn't bring up what she overheard. Not yet anyway.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-14 04:12 EST

That's when the weird shite started to happen. As he woke up, he saw the world covered in a thin film of television static. Everything, full of that black and white TV "Snow" and that white noise you hear from an out of tune radio.

He heard the beeping of an EKG and the sounds of hushed voices full of worry and panic. He could smell the sterile environment of a hospital, and vaguely, dare he even hallucinate it..

He saw himself in the the room and his own face on the man in the bed.

"..What the hell's happened to me...?"

Yejix looked around in a panic, and almost bumped his head into Darcy's. This was enough distraction that the disturbing images he saw and sensed faded away.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-14 16:11 EST

Concern was the expression on Darcy's face. Bumped heads or not she moved to sit on the couch next to Yejix. Reaching over she drew him into her arms and onto her lap. Rocking him back and forth as she held him tightly to her. Running her fingers through his hair. Trying to soothe him much like a mother would soothe their child who had night terrors, "Sssh...Ssh...It's okay."

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-14 16:43 EST

"It was so.. bizarre. Everything looked like TV static and then I was in a hospital room, and I saw myself unconscious in a bed, and people were looking over me with pity."

He is visibly shaken from the experience, and has no idea if it would happen again. His body trembles from a nerve overload, and he looks at Darcy with genuine fear, something he's felt very little of in his life.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-17 02:04 EST

"Bizarre is one way of putting it." She muttered in response as she met his fearful expression with a confused one of her own, "Do you know if this was a mere hallucination? Or something from your past? Maybe it's a glimpse into your future?"

The last was added with a deeper frown and her brows furrowing as she cuddled Yejix closer to her. Hugging him tightly.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-18 08:58 EST

A blue light emitted from the Naia, and an unknown force would rip him from Darcy's arms, and into thin air.

Trillions of lightyears away, a man wakes up, that looks almost exactly like the man that had been ripped from the world of RhyDin. He looked the same, save for all his fins were a black shade, and his hair was silvery with a tinge of red. Tribal tattoos covered most of his skin, many of them extremely archaic and full of magicks beyond comprehension, probably why he survived removing that sword. ...That sword has given him too many problems..

It would be at that moment he would realize that he wasn't the Great Storm that was foretold of in the legends. It could be anybody named Yejix in the world.. it was a fairly uncommon name, but granted he wasn't the only one. So it would be as he rises from that sterile hospital bed, he somberly pushed through the gathering of people, taking his clothes and putting them on as he went, back towards his modest little house in Keiji'a, and reclaimed the word he fought for, and made a trek towards that temple.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. The trek was perilous as it was before, going across desert, sea, sky, and mountain. At the end of the longest road, he went into that old temple, and withdrew the sword from it's scabbard, and shoved it back into the Pedestal. The pendants were re-scattered to the ends of the planet, and a thunderous voice rung out, demanding to know why he had returned the sword.

"This quest wasn't mine to make. I am no hero, just a mage. Find someone else to do your bidding... because this isn't my home anymore." Uttering a spell under his breath as he exited the temple, leaving a Goddess infuriated and unable to smite him, a crack in time would appear next to a man of shaven head and green fire eyes, as he sees his battered form fade away into the folds of time being rewritten.

He looked to the warrior and gave him a knowing grin, and they would laugh at the gods, mocking them for trying to control the destinies of men. History as AnimA knew it remained the same, save for a single detail: The aquatic man that arrived was not a weakling, and that the robotic men never struck down the foes of that old clan, but instead Yejix himself had done so in their disguise, as to not alter history too much with his meddling.

It would feel like years to him, going through time despite being in a slip-stream, but only mere minutes had passed where his Soul had exited this world.

A burst of light went off on the other side of the couch and ejected Yejix from the spacetime distortion, leaving him to stare up at the ceiling, laughing his fool head off.

He was whole once more, no longer just part of a soul, but a soul and body reunited, because of this.. Darcy would benefit -greatly- from the absolutely raw magick that threatened to explode from him. He was strong before, but now he is truly a titan.

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-20 15:12 EST

Indeed what seemed a lifetime for Yejix was only moments to Darcy. The moment she blinked he had simply disappeared. She felt him leave through their bond and became immediately worried when she couldn't feel him. She struggled to latch onto him to find him. However just when she got close enough to he was simply there on the floor laughing his head off.

She moved from the couch down beside him and when she touched him she immediately knew two things at once. That one he wasn't just filled with a fraction of a soul anymore but a full one. Full of life, vitality, and energy. And the second thing she knew was that whatever had happened had erased the bound between them and he was free once more. A sad look overcame her face as she sat back and waited for his hysterics to pass. Would she offer again? Ever since she had chosen him to be her bounded many complications had arisen. But she knew he was very dear to her and she was right to choose him. But if she offered again...Would he accept?

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-20 15:47 EST

His hysterics would abruptly stop, once now whole, he felt as if there was something missing, He felt it when Darcy touched him.

His expression became of an extreme depression, and he looked up to her, his eyes full of extreme loss and pain..and he cried, tears of viridian streamed down his face.

"..Darcy..I can see you, but I can't feel you.. What.. what happened?"

His voice was ancient beyond ancient now, having effectively lived his entire life twice, now having an accumulated chronological age of 9,846 years. It showed in his eyes, full of loss and longing.

"Why can't I feel you anymore..? I.. I could have sworn..."

Realization dawned upon him.

At his first entry into RhyDin he had initiated a complete paradigm shift.
40 Years ago, he told Stiles his true nature, and explained to the Aesir that as Stiles was a materialized soul, time and space had no meaning to him. Therefore once the old warrior realized this simple truth he had thrown this information into the past to himself at the date of First Contact, the day that Yejix had arrived on the planet.

Because of this, although Animanian history was altered minimally, the knowledge of his abilities from the very second of arrival, and Yejix's own knowledge from the future combined to lead the Deaths into quicker victories in their skirmishes and wars, making the loss of life almost nonexistant. By saving hundreds, if not thousands of lives by tampering with time, Yejix triggered an entirely different series of events in RhyDin city at a personal level.

It is fortunate that Darcy is a Demi, or else she would not recognize him at all.

He is a walking paradox now, having never existed in this area before, because AnimA never fell; therefore Darcy shouldn't be able to know him at all. Because of her being some sort of stable link, any interactions he had here in the past have carried over somehow into the present, and sealed off an entirely separate universe!

He shut his eyes, and nodded to some unseen force.

"It is your call, Darcy, whether we restore our bond or not. If I remember correctly there was supposed to be a family dinner that was to take place to discuss our relationship and your choice of claiming me as your successor. I feel now that it is the most logical course of action.. because I have rejected my own destiny on the planet where I am from and I am truly free... But old habits die hard."

A small, mirthful grin forms on his thin blue lips.

"I am going to tell you a story, Darcy." He sits up slowly.

..............

"Before time began, and before spirits walked this part of Creation, the chaos that was the forming of a new world was about to become an Order of Life.

Seven Entities: Three Gods, and Four Goddesses descended upon the whirling chaos that was Taera.
Lurekon, The God of Darkness and Mihaele, The Goddess of Light ruled among the seven of them.
Dynn, Goddess of Flame. Faeior, Goddess, of Earth. Naihuu, Goddess of Water.
Arezanda, God of Storms, and Ifreu, God of Chaos.

The five lesser gods were commanded to create life. And thusly, they did.

Dynn created the mighty Drakar, dragon like men and women who were warriors, full of power and courage. They upheld the Laws of Nature and the Laws of Men. The Firefolk.
Faeior begat the Dwava, Short people of might and resiliency to defend against the Drakar. Souls who knew the value of Labor and the love of Life. The Earthfolk.
Naihuu begat the Naia, The aquatic, fishlike people who would guard the seas and provide all life with the sea's bounties and the essence of life. The Waterfolk.
Arezanda created the Elvaa, tall and lithe in his own image, scholarly and sorcerous like he. Minds and Words like air. The Windfolk.
Ifreu grinned at them all and told a joke, from that came the Hume; Chaotic. Wild. Unpredictable. Average looking people that had no power whatsoever..save for their ability to learn.

Lurekon and Mihaele looked upon the world they had made, while the other gods created life to dwell upon it.

They divded their labors. Mihaele would rule the Day, Lurekon would rule the Night. A Continent for every god to rule upon in the guise of their creations.
To the South, Naihuu created the icy tundras of Naizum.
To the West, Faeior created the mountainous regions of Quezailus.
To the North, Lurekon created the land of eternal Night, Solaris. A mockery.
To the East, Arezanda created the deserts of Ouexazi, where the winds would run free and storms would be as common as grass.
Within the great sea, Dynn created Firos, the isles of eternal flame.
Within the Center of the world, Ifreu created Astra, normal seeming lands that would have fair weather.
And finally, with a grin, Mihaele took the bottom of the seemingly endless sea and gave it to the Naia, as the Goddess who made them forsook them.

Their labors completed, Life would be generated upon the world. They left the world of Taera, only in physical form. At the point where they departed an impossible object was left behind. A seven sided polyhedron with perfect balance, with each side bearing a color of their own. Red, Blue, Green, Yellow, Black, White, and Grey.

The people witnessed this, and a temple was erected to praise their gods and shelter this holy artefact: The Seed of Life.

.......... Two Thousand Years Later ..........

A war waged. A war of Gods and Goddesses.
Slain by Lurekon's own hands, Five of Seven lay dead. All he had left to do was destroy Mihaele and Taera was his to rule.

A terrible battle raged, as even the people themselves slayed each other in a terrible frenzy, thinking their own Gods had waged war on each other.
They did not know.

Above Ouexazi, the lands of Arezanda, Lurekon and Mihaele battled fiercely. The once sparse deserts spanned the continent wide. the once beautiful silver sand now was black as pitch, stained by the blood of billions.

"You will not have this world! We need balance! One is not balance, it is tyranny!" she cried.
"I will slay you and take your heart! I will erect an eternal monolith and let these fools see that you are weak to require the minds of others to rule!" he bellowed.

With the last of her strength, Mihaele banished Lurekon into his own Dimension, and departed for her own.

Taera was left without the command of Holy Beings to guide their feeble minds.
They began to form sects. Establish collective thought. Their hearts began to turn wicked and cruel.

It would take thousands of years later for those who praised the Dark God to strike out against those who wished for peace and unity.

And then, a prophecy was made.

"One shall rise, One shall fall. A mortal claims a key to the Heavens, and She shall give him tasks of virtue. The Great Storm will suffer, suffer for the rest of his life in the name of Justice. He will plunge The Blade of Darkness's Bane into the wicked heart of the Dark God, and Taera shall be free, The Slain Gods revived, and a new order will wash the sins of times long past away."

In 10,500...

A young Naia boy and his twin sister were born to a poor family of ninja, suffering in the dark days of the Nenshoukage. Lurekon's power was rising exponentially, and Mihaele only had little influence in that world.

After many, many millenia of suffering, a Naia ascended the mountains of Quezalius and found a ruin. The old Temple of Life! He found the Seed of Life, and was whisked away to the Realm of Mihaele.

"The Prophecy of Men was true? That has yet to be seen. Go forth. Win seven medals of Virtue, and place them within the ruins of that old temple. The path to the Sword will become apparant!"

And thus he quested. He travelled, he fought with what he could afford with his meager amounts of money. He bled enough blood to kill a hundred men. When that swordsman finally won the final medal, he returned to The Temple of Life.

There, before him after arranging the Medals he won in the ruined altars, shone a heptagram. From it rose a pillar of stone with a dull looking sword within it. With a mighty yell, he yanked loose Halcyon, The Sword of Darkness' Bane from her slumber and was forever marked The Hero Chosen by Life. But unfortunately before he could leave... a massive explosion of magick ripped through the temple, and flung the Naia through time and space..

...and he ended up in RhyDin, on a continent called AnimA, beyond the Yasuo mountains.

For 50 years, he fought alongside men from Asgard and other planes of existence for the freedom of it's people from tyrannical rulers that sought it's lands, rich with wild, untamed magicks. Four major wars, and countless skirmishes were fought to bitter, bloody ends. That Naia swordsman was hailed as one of that land's heroes, praised alongside other great men who had shed countless pints of blood for their freedom.

He and one other man, a man he had made a sacred bond with of blood, traveled here with their comrades, here to Rhydin. They attempted to eke out a new living, a new life among the civilised world, to escape the horrors of war and tyranny.

For 10 years they have been here, still searching for something they cannot find."

He looked up to the ceiling.

"That Naia... was me. Stiles Mornay.. he is my old boss, my blood brother.
The other Deaths that came with us have either died of old age or left for clearer waters, and now, you are my only chance of returning to a line of work that brings me no greater satisfaction."

Yej nuzzled her cheek and grinned.

"I was born to a family descended from knighthood. The blood of swordsmen and chivalry runs through my veins. I was -meant- to be a knight, and if you tell me to fight a battle, even if i know i'll lose, I will go because that is what I was born to do."

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-21 00:34 EST

The words spilled forth from his lips. The emotions flowing across his face. It was when the realization hit him that she finally moved forward to take him into her arms once more to comfort him much like she had just before he disappeared. To his words about the family dinner she just nodded. Yes. She thought it would be best.

Upon mention of a story she moved away from him to curl up upon the couch and bid him do the same. Grabbing one of the pillows she cuddled closely with it as she listened to his story. Her face filling with amazement and wonderment to the tale he spun out for her. She loved stories. Always had. She loved it when Tara would tell her stories and she loved it now hearing this story.

Finally to his words she nodded as she leaned over to hug him close before letting him go, "You're right. It's best we hold a dinner to discuss all of this and find out what will be best."

She gave him a sweet warm smile to re-assure him.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-21 14:47 EST

"The problem is, how are we going to get everyone to make time for it, and will they accept me?"

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-24 15:21 EST

"Everyone will show up because I will be cooking. Duh."

She made it sound like it was a simple fact and not an opinion. To his question she shrugged but gave him a warm re-assuring smile, "Let's not think of that until after the dinner okay? Now come on we gotta think on the menu and what we're gonna cook."

A big smile overcoming her face. Darcy had many passions. And cooking was one of them. Besides it had been a while since most of the Aletas were under the same roof for a meal. She wondered really how that one was going to go. The last time they had a dinner was ages ago and she still smiles thinking on the memories.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-24 17:42 EST

"Meats! Lots of meat and breads. seafood, perhaps? what do Greek folk usually eat?"

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-05-26 22:39 EST

She laughed to his enthusiasm and nodded as she pulled out a pen and pad writing the word "appetizer" at the top, "Yes definately lots of fish and seafood. But let's start with an appetizer okay? Besides a salad and soup what do you think would be a great appetizer before the entree and the dessert?"

Brows furrowing in thought as she chewed on the end of the pen thoughtfully.

Yejix Zabiru · Date: 2010-05-26 23:52 EST

"Well if it were a Naian fete being held, we would first serve red coral for an appetizer, lots of meat and seafood for the entree, and sea-salt ice cream for dessert.. but We aren't on Taera, nor in my home waters.

I propose we start with various fruits or chicken."

Darcy Angel · Date: 2010-06-02 16:28 EST

Tapping the pen against her cheek she nodded as she wrote what he said down, "A Greek fruit salad maybe? And some chicken with artichoke dip would be good. But that's not very Greek. Hm...It's been ages since I've cooked any Greek food. We should go to the Tomes and see if they have any cook books."

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