The Circle of Life (Yeril & Micheia) BP sequel

[Micheia]

A month has passed since the horrible incident that had occurred during the festival. Micheia had nicely recovered, physically at least. Though the young teen has now certain fears involving crowds and strangers; and also about being away from his mate for far too long…

During the past month of recovery, the blonde Mentsiquarian never left his side. Always hovering beside him, attending to his every needs that at times the black-haired Zercan felt rather… choked?... for the lack of vocabulary words.

But it doesn’t mean that the young one was ungrateful… no… The teen was highly touched and thankful for his mate, especially during the nights when his mind seems to like replaying the events that had transpired.

But now, the one month anniversary of their first meeting was coming close… and he really wants to thank his mate for everything that he had done for him. And now… Micheia was frustrated to no end since he can’t seem to find a perfect gift for the blonde; and he’s family wasn’t helping either since he and Yeril couldn’t possibly get some alone time without one of his family… or relatives for that matter, popping out of nowhere!

The young teen was ready to pull his hair out and scream at the top of his lungs… Now if only he could….

[Yeril]

Yeril was in a good mood. A very, very good mood actually. After all, his anniversary was coming up. For a month now he had been with his wonderful little mate, and he knew that they would have many more together.

Though bad things had happened, they were still going strong in their relationship. Not that they could ever really not be, considering that they were mates, but...

All that besides, they had grown together, just like he had predicted. It was great. He had never been so happy in his life, even when he had been risking all for the trills of adventure. No, he much preferred the thrill of love. It was a million times more rewarding.

The blonde especially liked the reward he had planned for Micheia. After all, people always talked about the good feeling one gets from giving and he knew there was no feeling better then when giving to your mate. He had been conspiring with Shesa and Clavis behind the black haired teen's back and their effort would soon pay off...

On their anniversary, everyone would be gone. He'd treat the younger to a dinner that he made...or attempted to make. Then they'd go for a relaxing walk and maybe look at some of the houses along the beach, near some forests he had found when running an errand for his mother-in-law real quickly one day.

Yes, 'their day' would be perfect.

[Micheia]

Micheia was still not sure of what to give his beloved mate, and he was running out of time. Tomorrow was the fated day and he still couldn’t come up with something that would definitely please his mate. And he was getting quite desperate indeed... maybe he could call Akiha and ask for help.

The young teen blinked and felt like hitting himself. Of course! Why didn’t I thought of that much earlier?!

He immediately ran to his room, keeping an eye for his mate incase the man suddenly appeared out of thin air. He was thankful that Yeril left him for the moment. He does need his space sometimes.

He immediately reached his room and made a bee-line for his computer. Starting it up and logging-in, he made a call for his friend and asked for the human’s help.

[Yeril]

Yeril stood in the kitchen with Shesa making last minute arrangements. The two had diligently worked on their task, and now all they had to go over would be the meal. Unfortunetly...the blonde was really bad at cooking anything fancy or anything special like that.

He wore a frilly pink apron that matched his mother-in-laws hair perfectly, but made him look like an idiot. He had been forced into it by the elder man, and he kept mentally begging all of the planets that none of the family would walk in and see him. He would never live it down...

"Okay...So, I'm to cut the meat here, here, and...here?" At Shesa's nod, he carefully put the marks in the food before filling them with a small packet of herbs. He started to make another cut near the tenderest part, but his hand slipped slightly. Quickly, he had to pull back to avoid bleeding on the food as he sliced his finger slightly.

"Well, at least it's not that bad," he said, wincing as he put his finger in his mouth. Now he needed to find a bandage...and then maybe find Micheia to give him a kiss to make it feel better. He grinned at the prospect and mentioned his plans to the pink-haired man beside him before wandering off.

[Micheia]

Micheia sighed to himself and closed his computer. Even Akiha didn't helped much. The earthling's ideas and suggestions were wonderful but... He stood up and wandered to another room that was connected to his.

It was his very own studio and standing at the very center covered by a clothe was an unfinished painting. He had thought earlier on, of giving it to his mate but he was having second thoughts and now...

Now he couldn't decide on what to do. He bit his lip and his eyes teared. He then heard the door to the next room open then close followed by a calling of his name. He hastily blinked bac his tears and turned as a door opened once again and he was greeted by the sight of his handsome mate.

[Yeril]

Yeril walked towards the room Micheia was in, sulking. He had forgotten to take off the apron and had been reminded of it by Clavis when they passed each other in the halls. It had been…embarrassing.

He smiled though as he opened the door to their room. He didn’t see his mate, so he called out. No one came though, so he assumed the younger boy was working away in his studio. He went over and pushed open that door to peek in and see if his assumption was correct.

It was, seeing as Micheia stood in the middle of the room with a covered easel. He grinned at the teen before striding over, a cheerful air about him. For some reason, he felt incredibly light-hearted and playful. It felt really good, but quite different compared to the depression everyone had seemed to go through for awhile.

When the blonde reached the half Zercan, his grinned widened until he looked down and noticed the tears. Immediately, his mind came to the conclusion that his mate was having a ‘moment’ as they had dubbed the times that everything seemed too much. Quickly he bent and wrapped his arms around Micheia and asked what was wrong.

“I came in here to have you kiss my hurt and make it all better, but I’ll kiss yours…If that’ll help,” he whispered softly into ebony strands of hair.

[Micheia]

Micheia smiled at his mate's concern and nuzzled the man's cheek with his own. He put a kiss on the blonde's ear and shook his head.

"No... its alright. I'm just thinking too much..." He slightly pulled away, letting the man support his weight as he clings on the man's neck. "So... what have you been up too?"

He gently move some errant strand of hair away from the man's face before tracing a finger on his mate's jawline.

[Yeril]

Yeril bit his lip and began glancing from side to side, trying to avoid looking at Micheia directly. He knew that if he looked at the younger, he would end up telling him all about the next day's plans which would ruin the surprise. "I was...helping your mother in the kitchen." Well...It was true.

He looked back over at his mate with a small frown when something occured to him. "Do you know how hard it is to use a knife in the kitchen?" he asked. "It's very different from using one as a weapon. Actually, I think it's more dangerous...Cutting towards your hands and all that, I mean. Weird..."

He shifted his legs so Micheia sat on his lap. He lightly tapped the teen's nose, smiling as he asked, "Anyways, what have you been up to, sweets?"

[Micheia]

Micheia couldn't help but raised an eyebrow at his mate. He was sure that the man was keeping something from him. But hee pushed the thought out of his head and shook it in amusement.

"So, did that mean you cut yourself?" He kissed the man's forehead and nuzzled his face. "My poor baby... You should be more careful then."

He then shrugged at his mate's question, trying to be as non-chalant as possible. "Nothing really... I was just thinking of a new project, that's all."

[Yeril]

Yeril smiled, nodding as he began to thread his fingers through Micheia's hair, enjoying the feel of cool, black tresses gliding across his fingers. Truth be told, he just adored his mate's hair. It was so light and fluffy and beautiful and smelled like Micheia and...

"So what kind of project are you looking for? Is it a painting or just something...else? I might be able to help out...," he offered.

[Micheia]

Micheia quickly shook his head. "No, no... it's alright. Uhm... you did say you were helping mama in the kitchen, weren't you?" He immediately stood up from his perch on his mate and also pulled his mate up.

"Mama must be looking for you now... So, go on, I'll be fine..." He pushed the taller man out of the door, silently apologizing to his mate for his abruptness. "Uhm... I still need to think the project through, and you of all people should know I need privacy when I'm thinking about my paintings. I'll see you on lunch, okay..."

[Yeril]

Yeril blinked as he was shoved out the door. That was...odd. Had he said anything wrong? He stood for a minute, debating on what to do before shrugging. Micheia would come get him if he was needed.

Besides the other was right; he did need to get back to trying to make dinner. OH! His eyes widened as he remember that he had put a cake in the oven. He just hoped his mother-in-law would take it out for him...

***

The blonde groaned as he looked down at the crispy pan of...cake. "I hate cooking," he said, ignoring the laughter of one of his brother-in-laws as he tossed out his creation. "I really, really do...By the way, what would you say Micheia's favorite food place is...?" He asked as he walked around to the sink to clean the pan out. He peered over at Shesa for an answer. "Just for future reference," he added at the slightly disapproving look on the older man's face.

[Micheia]

Micheia sighed and leaned back on closed doors. Sliding down on the floor, he groaned to himself and buried his face on his knees. What to do? What to do? He repeated on his mind, again and again. Futilely trying to come up with a perfect gift for his beloved mate.

He sighed and leaned his head back on the door behind him. Closing his eyes, he pictured his mates handsome face in his mind. His mate's golden eyes, the unusual hair, his kissable lips, his high cheekbones... each and every feature Yeril has, Micheia imagined in his mind's eye.

Tilting his head back, the teen slowly opened his eyes. Crimson orbs contemplative, he looked around the room. Canvases of various sizes scattered around the room. Portrait of different kinds hung on the wall.

He then stood up when his eyes landed on a certain portrait. He slowly approached the painting, eyeing each and every detail that was on it. He reached out with his hand, grazing ove the portrait but not quite touching it.

Maybe... The painting was of his troupe. The Wild Beast Troupe, in fact. It was when he was still with them. The troupe was rehearsing on a stage. Dancing an intricate play of love, friendship and betrayal. A past of his people that had been one of the most treasured history.

Determination and resolve crossed the teens face. Maybe... maybe it was time... Time to let go of the past and just focus on the now... Time to face a wonderful future that was ahead of him...

Not just for me, but for my mate... Yeril... A smile slowly formed on his face as he stared at the painting.

[Yeril]

Yeril finished the little lesson in cooking, feeling satisfied with his work...if not utterly tired. At least he knew that tomorrow, he'd be able to make something edible for his mate. He would have simply taken him to a restaurant, but gave in to the in-laws pressuring that it would be more romantic if he made it.

He sighed and stretched, groaning as he heard his back pop rather pleasantly. Oh, what he wouldn't do for a nap...

Unfortunately, Micheia was still 'brainstorming' in their room. He wandered into the living room and smiled when he saw that for once, the couch was free. He happily plunked down on the sofa and laid down. He closed his eyes...

His last drifting thought was of his mate and whatever could the youth be doing upstairs...

[Micheia]

Micheia happily opened the trunk that he had been looking high and low for. His smile widened as he saw what was inside.

He pulled it out and admired the finely made dress. It was one of his costumes that he wore once during the festival two years ago. It was still as beautiful as he remembered. Made from satin and silk, the clothes were embroidered with fine golden threads and small jewels, making an intricate pattern on the clothe.

Being careful, he put it back in, happy that his task had been completed. Closing the trunk he pushed it back under his dresser. Completely satisfied that his "work" was done, he exited the room to find his mate and maybe spend some 'alone' time with the Mentsiquarian.

Looking around for his mate in the whole manor wasn't funny at all! Micheia huffed then pouted when he couldn't find his mate anywhere. Feeling childish he stomped his way in the living room and froze when he saw his beloved Yeril lying on the couch, sleeping.

He smiled at the adorable sight and silently made his way to the blonde. Kneeling down in front of his mate, he brushed long stands of blonde hair away from Yeril's face.

Hhhmmm... He needs a hair cut... Staring at his mate for a moment longer, he shook his head. Nah...

And he continued stroking the blonde mane as he watched his mate's sleeping face.