Divinitas

003 - The Child of Soul


If it was quiet before, it was silent as the grave now. No more battles were being fought in Metamorphosis. Every single pair of eyes were riveted to the on-goings beneath one of the beautifully carved stone giants. Not even a whisper was passed, and the singing of the katana as the tall boy replaced it back in its sheath could be heard throughout the immense cavern.

Time stopped for Phoenix. The hall faded away.

His golden hair, embodiment of sunlight, his only visible amethyst eye, seductive, captivating, and deadly all at once. These aspects of the tall, perfect boy standing before him imprinted themselves onto Phoenix\'s mind, striking an unexplainable fear deep into his soul.

This confused Phoenix. Never in his life before this had he felt this way. The shiver running down his spine as if an icy ghost of a hand was stroking it. way way his could feel his heart beat loud and clear throughout his whole trembling body. He had never been so intimidated by another human being. And that in itself was upsetting him greatly.

The boy\'s left eye was watching Phoenix, looking into his blood red ones without blinking. The connection was so direct, so searching, that Phoenix would have sworn the boy was reading his mind.

And then the connection was broken. An involuntary step was taken backwards, and the surrounding hall was suddenly back in place. Draco and Chima had just arrived on the scene, standing a few feet behind Phoenix just inside the circle, looking just was shocked as Phoenix was.

The golden haired boy\'s stare was directed at the Child of Air, and Louis actually looked frightened by it. The daggers he held were now hanging limply in his hands by his side, though to his credit, there was still a look of deep annoyance imprinted on to his youthful pale face.

\"I would appreciate it, Louis, if you didn\'t lay your filthy hands on my property,\" the newcomer said softly. His voice held such an air of menace that it forced the Child of Air to move backwards.

Phoenix blinked. Did that guy just refer to him as property? \"Oi! And I would appreciate it if you didn\'t butt into my fucking fights! Who the fuck are you anyway to call me your property anyway?!\" The disconnecting sensation of primal fear vanished in the wake of flaring anger. One thing Phoenix simply could not stand was to be treated ome ome thing.

The horrified gasps that sprung up from the surrounding crowd was deafening and plain annoying. Phoenix had the desire to simply shout at them to shut their stupid mouths.

The violet eyed boy turned and faced Phoenix. It wasn\'t a human\'s gaze he met Phoenix with. It was the gaze of a predator eyeing his prey, amused by its futile struggles against the inevitable. The smile that bloomed on his perfectly shaped lips sent the chill of terror through Phoenix\'s body again, yet determined not to be affected by it, he stepped forward with a growl.

\"Yeah, I\'m talking to you, you fiend! I\'ll wipe that fucking smile off your face now if you don\'t fucking answer me!\" Phoenix shouted, his anger carrying him another step closer to the unmoving golden figure standing between him and the Child of Air.

An amused and delighted laugh released itself from the violet eyed boy. \"You think so, Phoenix?\" he inquired politely, enjoying the disbelief that flashed on Phoenix\'s face as he heard his name spoken. Taking advantage of Phoenix\'s surprise, the boy closed the distance between himself and Phoenix, and brushed his thumb against the graze on Phoenix\'s left cheek.

Phoenix jerked away from the lingering touch as if he had been burned, its warmth still remaining on his sensitive skin. Accusing crimson eyes shot up to meet the darkly amused amethyst one. He wanted to say a hell of a lot, the first and foremost being \'what the fuck do you think you\'re doing?!\' but his heart fluttering like a humming bird\'s in his throat choked back any forthcoming words.

\"Take care of yourself, Phoenix. It\'s careless of you to allow anyone to scratch you. I like my possessions to be flawless,\" he said softly, the playful smile on his lips aiming to provoke.

Phoenix didn\'t even voice his fury. It came in the form of a right fist set on knocking that violet eyed fiend\'s pearly white teeth from his face.

The punch never connected.

The golden haired boy casually moved his head aside, allowing Phoenix to stumble, carried off-balance by the momentum behind his attack. The katana was out of its sheath in an instant, and its blade kissed Phoenix\'s back, cold metal meeting with flesh and burning red blood.

Phoenix landed on the marble floor with a heavy thud, the blood from the deep gash on his back already soaking his sliced shirt and pooling on the reflective surface around his torso. No matter how hard he tried, Phoenix couldn\'td bad back the sob of pain that welled up from this throat.

The tall boy\'s shadow fell across Phoenix\'s prone body. His single visible amethyst eye caressed the gapping wound he had inflicted onto the boy he claimed was his possession. \"You should know, however, I have nothing against marking you myself,\" he said quietly, and knelt down beside the downed boy of fire. \"And Phoenix?\" he whispered into Phoenix\'s ear for him to hear alone; \"In case you haven\'t realised yet… I want you… And I will own you…\"

Phoenix\'s eyes, previously squeezed shut in pain on the verge of tearing, snapped wide open. The violet eye was smiling at him, no more than a few inches from his face. Such a crystal clear amethyst, but clouded by something much darker and foreign to Phoenix. With a final lingering touch of his fingers brushing against Phoenix\'s slightly parted lips, the boy stood and walked away from the scene of frozen chaos he had created, leaving behind a broken doll bleeding upon the floor.

The look in that boy\'s eyes. It was something Phoenix could not fathom. It was a look of lust, of want, of desire. Things that had never been directed at him before, emotions that were utterly alien to him, and that struck a deep and very real fear into his heart.

Noise rose in a deafening wave around where Phoenix laid unmoving on the floor, heart thumping rapidly where his chest pressed to the cold marble floor. Moments later, Draco and Chima were hosting Phoenix to his feet, the older boy making a great effort to see that they did not worsen the bleeding wound along his back.

\"Come on, we\'ll get you to the hospital wing,\" Draco said softly to Phoenix, quietly shocked at the events that had just transpired. His logical mind could not understand the ves ves for the violet eyed boy\'s involvement, nor how all these students standing around them could simply watch as one of their own was sliced with a Japanese sword.

Chima nodded in agreement. \"Yeah, you are really bleeding a lot, Phoenix. You\'ve gotten into three fights and you haven\'t been here even one whole day yet! Maybe you should be a little more careful… At least until this nasty wound heals.\"

The usually hot-headed boy didn\'t reply. He only made a point of moving towards the nearest exit, angry at having been beaten, hateful of himself for actually feeling anything akin to fear.

\"Wait.\" The Child of Air stepped in their path, the Child of Water beside him. Both of them looked rather distracted, grim almost.

Phoenix lifted his burning red eyes to meet their gaze, daring them to try anything. However, their weapons were lowered, and though there was still a great deal of hostility hanging in the air, it was apparent they weren\'t going to attack.

\"That boy with the katana. You should know… He is the Child of Soul,\" Louis said, making it clear by his voice it was a fact of significance.

\"Aether isn\'t one to be crossed. You really shouldn\'t have spoken to him like that, you idiot,\" Phillip added, shifting his hold on his long heavy bladed sword. \"Everyone around here respects that guy. No one has ever beaten him, inside or outside of Metamorphosis.\"

\"So that gives him the right to inflict an injury on my friend?\" Draco countered, thinly veiled anger evident in his voice.

Both Louis and Phillip glared, knowing full well that Draco was referring to their actions also. Neither replied though. Both knew deep down that there was no just right. Only a misuse of power. Those who were stronger than you were always right. Because what could the weak do to contradict them? It was a concept Phoenix knew all too well. This was merely another example of it.

\"Now please excuse us. I would like to get help for my friend before he bleeds to death,\" Draco bit out between his teeth, and the three made their painful journey up the stairs towards the hospital wing.

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A pair of shinning aqua eyes half hidden by thick locks of pale violet watched the departing three from the gossiping crowds. The girl\'s gaze lingered on the figure in the middle, and a smile graced her pale rose lips.

With a twirl of the House of Fire cheerleading baton in her hand, the girl skipped out of the hall, much happier than when she had entered.

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