Brilliant Purples (Yeril & Micheia)

[Micheia]

Micheia smiled and snuggled close to the blonde. He opened the picnic basket beside him and took out a sandwich. ”Nope. They’re the Wild Beast Dance Troupe.” He offered a sandwich to his mate then took a bite to his own. ”I guess, they are going to do a play only, by the means of dancing it out and not acting it…” He tilted his head to the side, a little unsure if he worded it right.



((I'm ALIVE!!! *cackle*))

[Yeril]

Yeril chewed the little bit of sandwich thoughtfully before he brightened. He swallowed and said, "I get it. Like interprative dance...Or like the ceramonial dances that represent something, right?"

He smiled and leaned forward to snatch a little bit more food, chewing it exageratedly when Micheia rolled his eyes at him. Finishing up the small bit, he looked back over at the Dance Troupe with curious eyes. "I've never heard of them before...Then again, I haven't exactly been up-to-date with the whole entertainment scene."

((Good to see you again! *laughs* Long time no see!))

[Micheia]

Micheia giggled to himself and shook his head in exasperation. ”They are Zerca’s prestigious dance troupe and perform on occasions such as this. I know them all since I once been part of them. In fact I’m a close friend of their instructor.” Micheia beamed, replaying past events of him being with the rowdy group.



((It's good to be back! But... I'm not using my baby for this... I'm in my mom's hometown... Far from my BABY!!! ))

[Yeril]

"What?" Yeril asked, staring at his mate with wide eyes. He could feel his mouth just drop open as he turned to face the boy more fully. "You were one of them...?" he asked, his voice a mix of shock and awe.

At Micheia's slight nod, he smiled and leaned closer to the younger's ear. He pressed a kiss on the ecru-colored skin and softly asked, "Dance for me sometime?"

[Micheia]

Micheia could feel his whole face heat. He was sure that he was now blushing from head to toe. ”Uhm.. I’m not that good you know…” He buried his face on the man’s neck. Hiding his blushing face away from the blonde’s view; completely embarrass at the request of his mate.

[Yeril]

Yeril put an arm around the other as the boy tried to bury himself against his body. He just had to smile down at the teen; he was adorable. "I bet you're absolutely perfect," he said, refering to more then just Micheia's dancing skills though. "Please...?"

[Micheia]

Micheia pouted against the man's neck and nodded. "Alright... I'll do it. But just because you asked." He nuzzled the man's neck and sighed. He just couldn't say no to the blonde man. No matter what he ask, he just couldn't...

But then, maybe he could also ask his mate to dance with him too. He grinned at that and kissed the skin beneath his lips, inhaling the man's intoxicating scent at the same time.

[Yeril]

“Mm…” Yeril sighed contentedly and ran a hand through silky black locks, smiling. “Thank you,” he murmured down to the boy within his arms. He slowly began to rock side to side in a slow motion, smiling as his mate’s body pressed even closer to him.

He stopped though when he remembered how the relaxing motion would sometimes make Micheia fall asleep and that wouldn’t do. Especially since he was sure the boy wouldn't want to miss the shows.

“I think they’re going to start soon, sweetie.”

[Micheia]

”They are?” Micheia looked up at the stage and confirmed that it was indeed starting. He made himself comfortable on the man’s lap and watched the beginnings of the show.




((Short... ^^;)

[Yeril]

Yeril turned his eyes towards the stage as well, ready to learn more about his mate's people and one of the places they may choose for a future home. That's what this was mostly about, after all - Zercans. The wonderful cat people whom his mate was part of.

As he watched the troupe dance, he found himself imaging Micheia up there instead. That thought in itself kept a small smile on his face and he found himself loving the dance more and more. Beautiful...

When intermission came, he applauded loudly with the rest of them. He really had enjoyed that. Probably much more then he had at any of the other entertainments he'd been witness to. He hoped that his mate and he would be able to see more as the years passed.

His smile widened. Them...together...years...When the words were put next to each other, it made it seem like nothing could ever go wrong again. They were mates and would be so until time stopped. Perfect peices to the puzzle.

He dropped a kiss on the teen's head and stood up. "I have to go to the batheroom, sweet. I'll be back soon...It was in that direction, wasn't it?" he asked as he pointed off towards one direction.

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[Micheia]

Micheia smiled at the thunderous applause that the dance troupe received. Some even giving standing ovation for the wonderful performance the group gave. He remembered when he was once part of it. He and the whole group performing and dancing ‘till their hearts content. It was fantastic and exhilarating. And he would admit that he missed it all.

H looked at his mate and saw how awe struck the mentsiquarian is. With this reaction that he saw in his mate’s eyes, he felt proud for his friends for they easily captured his mate’s attention. He blinked as the blonde man dropped a kiss on his forehead and asked for the direction of the bathroom.

He nodded and smiled. ”Yes that’s the way. Just don’t get lost.” He winked and giggled as the man gave him a look. Yeril ruffled his hair before leaving. He pouted at that and tried to put his hair back into order. He watched his mate’s back as the older man walked away before returning his gaze back on the stage.

He smiled to himself, glad that his blonde mate was enjoying himself. He knew that the older man detests crowds, especially at places like this. No wonder the man dislikes cities. But he was sure the blonde would do anything for him even if it means confronting his own fears.

He grinned when he felt an arm wrapped around him. He was about to look up when the arm tightened and a cloth covered his mouth and nose. He struggled, trying to free himself, but the person was stronger than him. He suddenly started feeling weak, sleepy. His struggling became weak and his eyes stated to droop. Darkness was calling him, he tried to fight, tried to break free. But the darkness won and it claimed him.



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[Yeril]

Yeril finished up in the bathroom, washing his hands before he stepped back outside into the crowds. He winced as the people seemed to close in on him and he couldn't wait to get back to Micheia. He could feel fear and anxiety whelling up in him, and he couldn't wait to get back to the teen.

The blonde moved through the crowd, slowly at first but gaining speed with each step. Finally he burst from the mass of bodies into the clearing in which the stage had been set up. A sigh of relief escaped his lips despite the lingering feeling that clung to him...The panic still clinging to his soul.

He walked back towards where they had sat and stared. Micheia was no where to be seen...There was a spot on the grass, the indent from where they had sat. That was it though.

Several deep breathes were needed before he could do anything else. He was being unrationable. The teen was probably just...visiting his friends backstage. Yes, that had to be it.

Biting his lip, Yeril started towards stage. He had this feeling in his gut. Something was wrong.

[Micheia]

A man with crimson hair and the most piercing green eyes walked through a hallway while carrying a bundle on his arms. Turning right, he arrived at the very end of the hallway where an automatic door stood. Entering some codes on a keypad beside the door it opened and carried the bundle on his arms inside.

A large room greeted him and he made a bee-line for the queen sized bed the room held. The man gently placed the unmoving bundle he had been carrying, only to reveal a young teen with midnight black hair and ecru colored skin.

The man took a sit at edge of the bed and studied the teen’s face. He could see the beauty the younger man has. One would say it was quite exotic since the younger was only a half-breed, unlike him who was a full-blooded Zercan. He frowned as he smelled the scent of another man on the boy; definitely mated. He moved some stray hair away from the younger man’s face and looked up when the door opened once again.

“Everything went according to plan?” The man, who entered the room, asked.

“Yes.” The red-head answered impassively.

“Good. Then let the games… begin.” The man smirked, shaming the devil himself with its maliciousness.

[Yeril]

Yeril stood backstage, trying to pick out his mate from the many milling about. He wasn't anywhere to be seen though. Micheia was just...gone...

Inside of himself, the Mentsiquarian could feel his heart breaking. What if the other had decided to leave him...? No. The thought was dismissed almost as quickly as it had come. The teen was his mate. It was impossible for them to exist apart; the other was bound to feel it.

Besides, there was this pain running through his veins. Something was screaming DANGER within him. Not good...

A hand clasped on his back and he whirled around, dropping into a fighting stance as he turned. A rather surprised looking Zercan stood in front of him, hand still raised in mid-air.

The other appeared confused, blinking in a daze. "Um..." It was then that Yeril recognized him and he pointed a finger at the Zercan.

"Rasho?" he asked.

The slightly older man grinned at him and shook his hand. "You remember me!"

The blonde smiled slightly before his face became a mask of worry and confusion. "As much as I'd love to talk to you, Rasho...Something has happened. Something very, very bad...," he said gravely, turning to stare off into the distance.

He added more inside his mind. And I will find out what that 'something' is.

[Micheia]

The red-head blinked his eyes and looked back down at the unconscious form on the bed, feeling pity in the pit of his stomach for the young man. He sighed and stood up; tucking the younger one on the bed he turned his gaze back on his mirror image, who's also his captain and twin.

“We live within the hour; I’m sure that his beloved father,” the other man sneered, the last word, with distaste, “…would have received the message by now. You’ll also be guarding the child make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid.” The man ordered. Looking at the boy on the bed, an unreadable emotion passed through his eyes before disappearing.

“He sure looks like his father, doesn’t he?” he asked with an emotionless voice before turning and swiftly walking out of the room.

The red-head shook his head and also gave the black-haired half-Zercan one last look before following his brother out of the room.