Brilliant Purples (Yeril & Micheia)

[Yeril]

Yeril tried to comfort Micheia as best as he could, using all the little things that he had learned about the boy over the time they had been together. He gently kissed his mate's forehead when he heard some commotion outside. He was tempted to get up and yell at whoever it was to quiet down, but then he remembered they were still on an enemy ship.

Slowly, the Mentsiquarian began to pull away from the teen clinging to him, but stopped when Micheia began to cry again. "I'm not leaving without you, sweetling. We got to go though. Someone helped me get to you, but I don't know how long we really have...Can you stand?" he asked urgently as he looked around the room for some covering for his mate.

As soon as he asked the question, he shook his head in response to it. "Stupid question, I know. Sorry," he said. He couldn't find anything except for the shredded clothes Micheia had worn earlier and the sheets from the bed. He hated to take something that would be a reminder of what had gone on in the room, but knew he had to use it. He figured they would just burned the horrid thing when they got to the manor.

The blonde took a hold of the cloth and carefully wrapped it around Micheia before scooping him as as he normally would. "Here we go...," he whispered to himself and his mate before he cautiously slid open the door and peeked outside to see what was going on.

[Micheia]

Sorin and his team immediately arrived on the ship where the Reyl, Rasho, pointed out his young Master’s mate went too. Hearing fighting at a distance he and his team immediately went to action.

They arrived on a scene of two men battling it all out. Snarls, growls and the occasional roars echoed through the hallway as the two identical looking Zercan fought shape shifting between leopard and humanoid form.

Sorin knew who the person that needed to be apprehended but as the code of the warrior states, they wouldn’t get involved in this fight for he was highly sure that this battle was between two brothers. He then spotted a blonde man peeking through the door at the end of the hallway, carrying a bundle on his arms. That’s them…

“Vlad—“ He turned his gaze to a man on his right. “Me and Randy are going to get the young Master and his mate out of here…” He jerked his head at the end of the hallway. “You and the rest of the squad take care of that two.” Hearing confirmation, he then went towards Yeril along with the warrior, Randy.



((Erm... Rasho is a Reyl, right? *scratches head*))

[Yeril]

Yeril sighed gratefully as he saw Rasho among the other men. He was sure that this was back-up. He only wished they had been doing their job right, and had arrived earlier! No...He couldn't blame them...

He sighed and looked down at Micheia, holding the boy closer to him. "Hey...Help's here. We're going to get you home and fixed up and you can take a relaxing bath and go to sleep in a warm bed...Doesn't that sound nice? And everyone will be so happy to see you...," he said gently as he rocked the boy in his arms.

The blonde stepped through the door and began moving towards the on-coming group. Only once did e pause in his steps, and that was when he saw the two men struggling on the floor. He knew which one it was, and he was sure that he could kill the other...

He continued on though when a whimper came from his mate. He could get the other later...once they had him in captivity...He knew that right now though it was his mate that needed him, medical assistance most likely as well. He could have sworn he had caught a glimpse of a wound on Micheia's torso when he had moved to pick him up...

((Yeah. He's a Reyls. ^_^))

[Micheia]

Micheia just clung to his mate tighter, ignoring the on goings around him. He didn’t care about it, though. As long he’s mate was here, that was all that mattered, nothing more…

He was sure that he was carried out of the ship and into a pod. Where they were going he had no idea. He wished it were home though… He reveled in the warmth of his mate, trying to be even closer to Yeril, if it were even possible. He felt his mate rocked him once again and a humming sound soon followed.

Micheia let himself fall asleep because he knows he was now safe within his mate’s strong arms.

[Yeril]

Yeril looked down on the slumbering teen with a sad smile. His heart ached with Micheia. He wished he could just gather his mate in his arms and make everything else go away. He couldn't though...

He felt a hand on his shoulder and he looked up to see Rasho. He heaved a sigh as the other man sat down in the chair next to him with a somber expression. They had been traveling in a pretty large pod for a while now. It was hard to move through all the people and festivities quickly, so the slow pace was the best they could do. It's not like they needed to hurry either, what with the team of guards and some medical people...

"What can you tell me?" he asked the blue-eyed man beside him.

Rasho just shook his head and frowned. "They told me to tell you to let go of your mate. They know that this is hard for you and all, but they really need to get a look at him," he said, running a hand through his brown hair.

"I don't care," the blonde said dismissively, hugging Micheia tightly before loosening his arms slightly when he heard a small, sleepy moan of protest from the other at being squished.

He looked down at his mate again. "Look at him...He's been through so much today...I can't just leave him to their poking and prodding. If...if they really need to, they can wait until we get home. He'll be safer...more comfortable there." His voice held no room for discussion and the Reyls nodded.

"I understand. At least let them look at your hand though," he said. The other man just looked at him blankly and his frown deepened. "Your hand?" Still the blank look...Rasho reached over and grabbed at one of Yeril's hands and the blonde hissed at a sharp pain that went through his arm.

He looked down at his hand. It was the one he had used when beating up that guard. He had assumed that it had been the tiny man's blood, but apparently some was his own. "Fine...," he muttered. "But, they have to come here. I'm not getting up."

Rasho nodded. "Sure. I'll go get them." The brunette went to the other side where the doctor people were to talk with them. Yeril let out a sigh and leaned back in the chair, feeling wearier then he ever had in his life.

[Micheia]

Micheia groggily opened his eyes and fuzzy images greeted his sight. He blinked trying to clear his vision. He then noticed that he was being carried and that they were now at the White Star Manor.

He looked up to see his mate. Worry and concern clouding over the man’s handsome face. Micheia weakly raised his hand and touched the side of Yeril’s face, reassuring himself that he wasn’t dreaming and that he really was saved by his beloved mate.

[Yeril]

Yeril blinked at the slight brush against his cheek and he glanced down to see Micheia staring up at him with disbelieving eyes. He knew what the other was thinking, so he nodded. "I'm here, love. Really," he said, a small smile on his lips.

The smile turned to a frown quickly though as they approached the manor's door. "When we get inside, some people are going to want to inspect you, okay? They need to see if you have any injuries they can bandage and stuff. It won't even hurt...," he said, wincing to himself at the tiny lie. He knew that with most of his mate's wounds, they would only apply a salve and a bandage. It would sting, he was sure...but it was also necessary.

After all, he had gone through the same thing a bit ago when they examined his hand; the only difference though was when they tried to push his bones back together. Apparently he had broken some of the bones in his hand, but...it was kind of worth it to have been able to take his anger out on that vile man.

"I'll be there the whole time though...Unless you don't want me there. I promise," he said, continuing on with his earlier comments. He leaned down to seal the promise with a kiss to the forehead, not knowing how the other would react to the intimacy of a kiss on the lips after something like what just happened.

He sighed and laid his head against the other's. They finally got up to the door and one of the warriors in the group opened it. Yeril nodded his thanks before carrying his little mate inside.

[Micheia]

Micheia sighed as his mate kissed him on his forehead. He then hugged Yeril tightly, ignoring the pain that flared through out his whole body with the sudden movement. Just as long as his mate was there he would be fine and nothing bad would happen to him ever again.

He repeated that thought over and over again, a mantra of reassurance for his traumatized mind.

~o~o~o~

As soon as Yeril stepped inside the manor, Shesa was immediately by the man’s side. “Micheia… baby…” The pink-haired man whimpered at the physical and emotional state of his youngest son. Reaching out to his kit, he placed a hand on the teen’s forehead using his gift to slightly ease his son’s pain.

“Don’t you worry, baby… Mommy’s here…” He gently said as they continued to walk, making their way to Micheia’s room.

Clavis watched as his son was taken up the stairs and to his room. He then turned to one of the warriors that accompanied Yeril and his son. “I’m assuming Sorin is taking care of the rest?” Cold, venomous and calculating his voice was that the warrior inwardly flinched.

“Yes Valad Clavis…” the warrior replied.

His eyes narrowed and he glanced back to where Micheia was taken to. Yes… they’ll be all right. Micheia was here now, safe and sound, or for the most of it. But for now… he has business to attend to. “Let’s go then.”

[Yeril]

Yeril walked into the room, closely followed by Shesa. He went over to the bed and tried to lay the younger boy down, but Micheia made such a protest that he had to lay down as well. He removed the sheet from his mate's body and threw it too the floor in disgust before bringing the covers of the bed up around them.

He made several soothing sounds until the teen lay in a relatively calm state. It seemed that he was almost back to sleep...

The blonde looked up at his worried in-law with a small smile. "I got him back...," he whispered, trying not to disturb his loved one. "He still needs to be checked over though...After that, we can give him a bath and get him some clothes to wear..."

He paused in what he was saying to glance back at Micheia. His voice was even softer when he next spoke. "I didn't get there in time...I'm sorry..."

[Micheia]

Shesa moved at the other side of the bed where he can easily reach out to Micheia. “Don’t you blame yourself on whatever happened, Yeril. You did your best and got Micheia back to us, that’s all that matters. Now all we need to do is be here for our baby.” He said this with so much conviction in his voice.

He was gently threading his hand in his son’s hair when the door to the room banged open. Shesa jumped from where he sat and glared at the person who opened the door. “Nexus…” The pink-haired man hissed at his eldest son.

“Sorry…” Nexus whispered and winced at the glare that was directed at him. The life-giver was fairly calm and gentle for most of the time if not highly exuberant, but then again there cases that brings the worst out of people. Like this instance…

Nexus approached the bed, nodding once at Yeril then turning his gaze back at his baby brother. “How is he?” He quietly asked. Shesa sighed and looked back at Micheia with concerned eyes. “Not good…” Tears started to form once again, but he held himself back from breaking down. “He needs more than what I can do for him, right now…” He bit his lower lip worriedly. “He needs us…” He turned his gaze back at Nexus. “Have you contacted Nexeu?”

“Yeah all ready did. They’re booking a flight right now. I’m guessing they’ll be here within three days.” He sighed then turned to Yeril. “Thank you, Yeril… Thank you for saving him…”

[Yeril]

Yeril shook his head and frowned down at his bandaged hand. "No...Don't thank me," he said as he clenched his hand into a fist, wincing as pain coursed through him. "I didn't save him. He...He got...Such horrible things happened to him! I should have stopped that..."

He turned his eyes to Micheia again and ran a hand through the ebony-haired boy's hair. He placed a kiss on his mate's temple and pulled back, sighing. "The least I can do now is comfort him and try to help him through this tragedy if he wants or needs it."

He shook his head, trying to focus. "I'm sorry, never mind. We do need to get a doctor or nurse in here to check him over. No one has examined him yet. I didn't want to leave him to them until he was ready," he explained.

[Micheia]

Shesa gently smiled and Nexus grinned at Yeril, understanding the protective gesture that the blonde did. “Okay then I’ll go and get them. It’s better they examine Micheia now, than when he wakes up.” Shesa volunteered and stood up from the bed. He gently smiled down at Yeril and gave his son a kiss on his forehead before leaving the room.

Nexus sighed wearily and took a sit on an over-stuffed chair near the bed. “What a day…” He slumped on the chair and watched the cuddling couple on the bed. “Who would have thought this would happen? Damn bastard…” He clenched his teeth and gritted them in anger. How dare him! He which his father had once trusted. He that was his father’s so called friend! The bloody bastard…

I’m going to kill him…

[Yeril]

Yeril continued threading his fingers through Micheia's hair as he observed the man sitting in front of him. He knew his brother-in-laws anger, but also knew that if anyone had dibs on this Cyrus, it would be him. He nodded in agreement to Nexus's words.

"I know how you feel...I...You have no idea what he, he did to him...," He felt his eyes close to tearing and he shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts. "I'm going to strangle him...," he said, his voice slipping into a low growl again.

He stopped when Micheia stirred and he bent to wrap his arms around his frightened, yet still sleeping mate in a hug.

[Micheia]

Nexus snorted. Of course Yeril knew how he felt. All of them were protective of the little Zercan and they would be damned if Cyrus doesn’t go unpunished for this act of betrayal. But then again, he was sure his father was now sentencing the man as they speak.

“Who wouldn’t? But I’m sure they have to get in line for that chance…” He chuckled a bit at that. “Even the two of us… Dad’s all ready got first dibs…” He then tapped a finger on his lips in mocked contemplation. “… or maybe he’ll wait for you… You are ‘Keia’s mate. You, out of all of us have the right to bash the bastard’s face.”

The door then opened right after Nexus finished speaking. Shesa walked in followed by a doctor and two nurses carrying some equipment. “All right gentle men, let the good doctor do his work without any interruptions.” Shesa admonished shooing his eldest son out of the room.

“Alright, alright I’m going… sheesh…” Nexus pouted a bit at that. How did he pulled that off without looking stupid, no one has any idea. “I guess I should contact Nexeu again. I did promise him I will once I checked on Micheia. SO, later…” The Zercan then exited the room, flicking his hand in a wave like motion.

Shesa looked back at Yeril, blinking at the sight of the struggling Mentsiquarian. “Yeril…?”

[Yeril]

He glanced up at Shesa, conflict obvious in his face as he held the boy to him. He didn't want to let go, but he knew that he had to. He frowned, thinking over the matter.

"Can I...Can I still...Um, Can I just move that chair beside the bed and sit there? And...and hold his hand, please?" the blonde asked hesitantly, wondering if that would be okay. He was more into the fight then the actual aftermath, so he knew very little of healing someone physically.

He started to pull away, but a little bit of some irrational fear crept into him and halted his motion. He just didn't know what to do...