The Magic of Fate

A/N: DNight here again ^^ i edited ch 1 shifting Seto's pov to this chapter and adding a little something to the last line of ch 1

The lovely Ajwf-san did the beta on this chapter you a god *hugs tight*

@pittwitch-san: tyvm for the Review and advice since its my first story and gladly receive advice and conceal. would not say no if ya want to beta *puppy dog eye's*

Ch.2 ~Seto



   It was like an explosion, a loud bang that shook the land and sent birds into flight. Out of curiosity, I ran and dropped the herbs I had been gathering to see what caused the cloud of dust to rise from the forest.



  I reached a patch of trees that seemed to have been knocked over by the blast. Making my way through the smoke and fallen trees, I tripped. I found my hand resting on something soft but firm. Hearing a grown from where my hands was, I jumped back.



   It’s a giver, for sure, I thought. The settling dust revealed a man lying on the ground. He was naked and curled up like a baby. He had toned muscles that seem to ripple slowly beneath his slightly tanned skin. The man had black hair as dark as the darkest night. Slowly, I reached out, touching the man’s face and tracing his cheekbones. The man’s eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of vibrant green eyes.



   Needless to say, I was entranced as I locked eyes with the enticing green eyes. My mouth was dry as I tried to speak. I wanted to ask who this man was, why the ground had shook, and what the man was doing in the middle of a sacred forest. But all that came out was a feeble stuttered, “Are you ok?”



In return, I heard a choked, “Who…” He then started to cough.



Water. He needs water! My thoughts came out loud in my panic. I ran to a nearby spring looking around for something to carry the water in. I hadn’t planned to be in the forest long so I had not thought to bring my water skins. Striping off my shirt and dunking it into the spring getting it as wet as possible. Running back to the green eyed man with my dripping shirt.



   He was wheezing when I returned. Putting his head on my lap, I slowly rang some of the water in my shirt into his mouth. Not the best way to give water, but I thought it was better than the dust that seemed to be giving him so much trouble. A great feeling of relief came over me as his breathing became less labored.



“Thanks,” said the green-eyed man as he attempted to sit up.



“Who are you?” the need to know now overpowering me now throwing away any thought of etiquette.



Green eyes smiled back at me. “Siya, my name is Siya.” Siya… I like that name, Seto thought.



“And who are you?” asked Siya. He stood, seemingly undisturbed by his nakedness.



“Seto,” I blurted out, feeling my face heat up as I tried to keep my eyes off Siya’s well-hung manhood.



It must have shown on my face because Siya looked down. “Oh!”



The sight before me was beyond funny. First, Siya poked his manhood like it was some kind of small animal he had never seen before. Then, he squatted down, only to pinch his manhood and fall backwards. I didn’t realize how hard I was laughing until Siya looked up at me. His expression suggested he had something important to ask.



“Seto, do I have a dick?” asked Siya with a straight face as he stood up again.



Not knowing what else to say, I tried to stop my laughing, “Yes Siya, you have a dick.” I wasn’t able to hold my laughter back, and I doubled over laughing again.



Wiping away the tears from my eyes, I handed Siya my damp shirt, “I’m sorry, but this is all I have. Maybe you could tie this around you waste until we get to my home…”



Siya looked down blush and grabbed the shirt tying the sleeves behind his back. With a muttered thanks, he looking down.



I held out my hand to him, “I’ll show you the way, Siya”

Siya took a few more steps towards me before a very uncomfortable look crossed his face.



“Can you turn around for a second please?” pleaded Siya.



Not seeing any harm in it, I turning around.



“Ok, I’m good, I think,” Siya said with a shaky voice.



Turning around, I saw how red his face was. He had one hand under the shirt tied around his waist.



“Why do you have your hand that way?” I asked



“They were… you know…” Siya was redder then I had ever seen someone. His blush burned his face.



Thinking it would be better than to cause Siya any more embarrassment, I led him to my home.