Hello, and welcome to my latest instalment of "Trammel line stories!"
I dedicate this story to Ruji, who's beautiful Prince of Tennis fic..." Kite", inspired me to write this fic. If you haven't already seen it, then I strongly recommend you do.
Reference to " Kite" used with permission of author
Disclaimer: I don't own the PoT boys...I just warp them into non-humans. Hey, if they were mine, I would animate this story!
" Like a kite on the wind."
Story by : Tora Macaw.
For Ruji, with thanks.
Fuji sighed deeply as he lay back on the soft, emerald grass and slipped his hands behind his head.
Above him the sky blazed in a flamboyant display of bright gold's and deep reds, with a mixture of flaming orange and pink tinged clouds, that showed hints of deep purple as night began its steady advance.
But the dazzling show of Mother Nature would continue for a while yet; seemingly for the benefit of the honey-haired youth as he watched the spectacle play out from almond shaped eyes that rivalled the gleaming cerulean vault of the heavens. Lips curving into a serene smile, Fuji breathed out a second deep, satisfied sigh as one arm unfolded and his long, delicate fingers idly toyed with the lush growth of nature’s carpet.
A huge shadow flashed by overhead then was gone in the blink of an eye and the youths hand reaching out as though to grasp it was the only thing to mark its swift passing. Easing his body upright, Fuji sat comfortably, one hand resting across his knees while the other braced against the grass, his eyes now focused upon a distant figure clearly outlined against the backdrop of the early evening sky.
It was as if the setting sun had somehow detached one of its molten gold tendrils, to take on a fantastic life form of its own in the shape of an enormous dragon.
Armoured scales gleaming with sun-fire radiance, the story tale creature paused in its playful dipping and soaring to hang suspended before the boundless windy silence of the empty aerial plains. Brother to the wind and clouds, the dragon was a great impressive kite hovering in regal majesty, a master of all it surveyed. Lifting its huge sail-like golden wings, the beast rose upon a thermal, then began to spiral down in a lazy glide. Levelling off, it then swooped down to skim above the rocky crags of a nearby peak, before swinging about to push itself skyward with powerful wing beats. Framed against the slowly darkening skies, the mighty winged creature seemed almost ethereal.
Lifting his head, Fuji smiled into the cool wind fanning its way across the high mountain meadow as his lips moved in softly spoken words.
" Tezuka, Lord Dragon, my beautiful glowing kite. You truly belong among the clouds don't you? Yet only myself and a pitifully few others can admire your flawless grace."
Raising his hands, Fuji held them out before him, his fingers curving in to meet as he gazed through the resulting diamond shape. Panning slowly along, his arms then froze as the dragon king's distant outline appeared within his hands formation. Eyes open, hair waving in the breeze, Fuji felt that just for a fleeting instant, he was holding his beloved captain in his palms.
But this was one great kite who's string refused to wind in, a kite that could float away and never return if it so wished to. Much as Fuji wished to hold the kite in his hands, it would not yield to his silent pleas. It remained distant, out of reach and Fuji's soul cried out its anguish at his lack of ability to grow wings and soar at its side.
Off on the Horizon, the sun was finally laying down in surrender to the dominance of night fall. Standing, Fuji wrapped his arms around himself and shivered despite the heavy black coat, thick woollen gloves and white-gold scarf he wore to ward off the chill of Tezuka's private retreat from a modern world that so greatly feared what it refused to even try to understand.
Scanning the now Dragon less sky, the youth briefly wondered where the King had gone, then a loud whoosh of leathery wings and a steaming warm cloud of sweet-smelling vapour a short distance behind him heralded the gold dragons return to the earth. Turning, Fuji watched the huge beast approach. Although ponderous on the ground, Tezuka the dragon walked lightly for all his great bulk, seeming to balance his weight on the tips of his great curving talons. Gracefully he drew closer on four long; slender but well muscled legs, to tower over Fuji, his wings neatly folded along his gleaming back.
" Saa...Tezuka." Murmured Fuji softly as he extended a welcoming arm, his palm upraised.
Slowly, the Dragon's huge head lowered until the cerulean eyed youth was able to reverently lay his hand on Tezuka's muzzle, just behind his second nose horn. " Welcome back my wandering kite." the youth whispered with happy tears gleaming in his eyes as he then curved his arms over the dragon's squared off, horse-like face to hold the huge creature in a loving embrace.
Hazel-gold eyes closed as the dragon hummed quietly, then Fuji released him as his head moved back. Ever-so-slowly, the great head descended once more. Only this time, Tezuka tenderly placed his jaw on Fuji's left shoulder with the utmost care, and very lightly rubbed his smooth muzzle against the ' bloods' red-flushed cheek who's crimson shade was not from embarrassment or fear, but from the warmth of love for one returned and a silent promise to do so forever more.
Endless..............................
Short, Sappy and sweet. Hope you enjoyed it Ruji.
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I was asked recently, " Why all the night settings?"
As they are not human and must hide themselves, The Mythic Brotherhood uses the cover of darkness to relax in their true forms.