Transcending Time (Swin)

[Amia]

it was mid-day in Shada. the sun was gleaming off of the lovely white temple and the produce in the market as well. the chatter of people was abundant in the marketplace and the gentle lowing of cattle could be heard in the fields nearby.
Rikku stepped out of a portal from Senya and into an alleyway then proceeded to fix his clothing and hair. he wore an azure blue tunic that reached about halfway down his thighs and light coloured leggings with simple brown boots and his necklace neatly tucked away beneath the shirt. his hair was held back by a wooden hair clip as opposed to his usual white ribbon which he had tucked safely into his dresser in his dorm in Senya Kaime.
he had taken to exploring the lands through the portals in Senya ever since he had accidentally fallen through one while cleaning. it fascinated him, the lands of Maihito....they were so very different from Japan. cultures from around the human world had been combined to create a whole new world and it was amazing and beautiful to him, as it was to many.
he walked through the marketplace, looking at the produce with a soft smile, not noticing that some of the people were staring at his familiar visage. just as he was about to pick up an apple and ask how much it was, a man who appeared to be a soldier came and grasped his shoulder. "...your name...it's Rikku, isn't it?" the man asked. Rikku looked at him warily. how on earth did he know his name? "y-yes.....who might you be?" he asked. they were in a crowded place, it's not like anything bad would happen if he gave his name, right? the soldier smiled, but it was a bit of a selfish smile that made Rikku worry. "come with me, please." said the soldier. Rikku shook his head. "um....n-no thank you....I am happy where I am right now." he said. he tried to walk away but the man grabbed him a bit roughly by the arms. "you don't understand, you have to come with me." said the soldier. "I-I said no, so please leave me alone, okay?" Rikku said, trying to be assertive like his sister said to be when telling someone no. the soldier sighed. "alright, we'll do it the hard way..." he grumbled. he picked Rikku up and slung him over his shoulder, causing the boy to yelp. "put me down! put me down!!" Rikku cried, kicking the man but unfortunately not doing anything since he wore chainmail beneath his uniform. "I'm sorry, but my king must see you. he won't believe what I've found!" said the soldier. the only thing Rikku could think was that he'd stepped into a land of insane people and that he should have stayed in his dorm today.
after a long walk on the soldier's part and alot of kicking and screaming on Rikku's they arrived at the castle and other soldiers and attendants came to see what was going on. the man put Rikku upon his feet once more and gripped him a bit too firmly by the shoulders. he just knew he'd have bruises now but it was partly his own fault for fighting so much. the others stared in amazement at his face and one ran into the throne room ahead of the soldier to inform the king that there was something he simply must see, though he didn't give away what it was.
the soldier basically dragged the still fighting Rikku into the throne room then bent him so he was on his knees, gripping him firmly by the upper arms this time -and likely causing more bruises as Rikku fought him more-, then re-thought his position and wrapped one arm around the boy and used the other to brush long red hair out of the youth's eyes before tilting his face up and forcing him to look up at the king. "please, I haven't done anything, why am I here?" he asked in a pleading voice, truly not knowing why he was here.

[Swindler]

The sun had rose, like it always had, filling the land with its warmth, but; the streams of light graced the chambers of the king a bit too early for his liking. A grumble rumbled from within his chest as he rolled over, hiding his face in the pillows, wishing that the beautiful dream of his would come back, but it didn't. Fighting with his pillows, he gave up and sat up in bed. Clapping his hands twice, he rose and watched as bed maids walked in, imeadiatly straightening up the bedroom as, he went to take a bath. Upon stripping and climbing into the water, he sighed as a maid came in and removed the bed clothes, leaving him garments for the day.

"Inform the cook that I would like to have some of the fresh sliced apples, baked with some brown sugar for lunch. Oh, and a glass of the milk as well. Your dismissed."

Sliding deeper within the confines of the water, the king felt his skin grow warm as it enveloped his head, which caused the strands of hair to float haphazardly about his head in a crow like fashion. Rising out of the water, he grabbed a bar of sandlewood soap to cleanse his body of the sweat that came from the dream. Next he used a different form of the soap and cleansed his hair, before disappearing under the water to rinse himself and mainly his hair. Rising, a maid stood there with a towel, though her face betrayed the way he looked at the tall and lean but toned body of the King. A knowing sigh escaped him as he took the towel and gazed at the girl.

"You do know it is a rude thing, to stare at your king in such a fashion. Correct?"

The maid nodded slightly, "Yes, sir."

"Learn some manners, before you care to me personally. Dismissed."

The maid nodded and turned to leave, a furious blush upon her cheeks for what her eyes had seen. The man sighed, before drying his body and the beautiful golden blonde locks of hair. Upon drying he wrapped the towel about his waist, hiding everything below the waist, as another woman entered the room. This one seemed to have enough sense to not look upon the king in an embarrassing fashion. She took to carefully combing the hair and pulling it back to braid the strands down his back, in the way he had been wearing it as of late. After smoothing the sides, she smiled and handed him a mirror.

"Is this to your liking my lord?" The maid asked.

"It is, stay outside the door, there may need to be some adjusting once the circlet is added."

The maid nodded and moved outside of the door of the bath room. Walking over to the garments that were left, he smiled softly, for today the clothing was a dark blue with a light golden trim. Upon dressing in the robes, he straightend them and the items about his feet before alerting the maid. She came in and finished adjusting the way the robes fell before tying the golden rope about his waist. Then the king sat down before she retrieved the golden circlet that he wore about his head. Smoothing his hair down, she carefully placed the circlet where it would normally lie, before holding the mirror about his face, to show the way the circlet lied.

"You did good today, looks like it needs no adjusting. Dismissed."

The maid rose, returned the mirror to its spot and disappeared from the room. The king himself rose and walked out to the hallway that would lead him to the throne room. As he walked two advisors approached him and started to speak about the gross income of the people below and how many people saught an audience with him. Raising his left hand, he silenced them, before flicking his wrist, showing that they were dismissed. Though not soon after, his mother nodded softly as they crossed paths, her heading to the gardens and him heading to the throne room. Stopping before the entrance, his brow creased as he felt the electricity in the air.

"Something wrong my lord?" Spoke a guard, standing on the left side of the throne room door.

"The air is rather electrified, must mean something is going to happen today. Something good. Do go about your business, I do not want something that shouldn't be here to come in and start too great a disturbance."

"Yes, my lord." Spoke the other guard.

As the two of them moved back to their standard position, he took one last look away from the throne room and turned to enter. Thankfully the guards had removed anyone who wished to speak to him, at this point in time. Though he moved not near the throne, but away through a panel in the wall, on the right side. The panel moved and allowed him to enter the dinning hall, where another stood waiting. Walking over, the man pulled out the seat for the king and allowed him to sit. Not soon after he was seated, the man disappeared and returned with the breakfast that had been ordered.

"Here you are my lord, as you requested."

]"Thank you, squire, you are dismissed until I finish."

The squire nodded and the king cut into the apples, savoring each one. The taste of the brown sugar baked apples was not only a wonderful breakfast for him, but had the sweet taste that he enjoyed so much. Though the milk helped wash it all down. A sigh of content escaped him as he set the fork down on the plate and wiped his lips with that of a napkin. Setting the napkin down, the squire returned and pulled the chair out from under the table as the king rose. Bowing to him, the squire returned to his duties as he cleaned off the table. Though before the king could fully exit the dining area, he stopped and turned to look at the squire once more.

"Do tell the cook that I hunger for a savory, sliced tenderloin of pork, and a vegatable of some sort. A glass of wine that would compliment that as well, would be good for lunch."

"Yes my lord, I will tell the cook right now.

"That is all, return to your duties."

"Yes my lord."

The man disappeared through the same panel, this time heading for the throne this time. Walking up the few small steps, he turned and sat down on the nicely cushioned seat. Resting his arms on the armrests, his head was held high and not pressed against the back of the seat in bordom, yet. As he gazed about his blue eyes scanned the area for anything unsusual. The electricity he felt in the air still had him on edge and it would until whatever event happend that was supposed to happen. A sigh escaped him as he readied himself for the morning group of people who came through asking for his help in areas of their lives.

Everyone that came in had a problem or two and each problem was listened to intently by the king. Though some problems were insignificant as to others, he gave his answer of yes or no, and the reason as to why he gave such an answer. Though the people understood after he explained why he gave them the answer they recieved. Though the ones who got a no, looked defeated, they understood why the king had given them such an answer and they would try again, if the problem became worse. Which the king understood that and knew that some problems fixed themselves, it was a way of teaching them self-reliance.

"Guards, it is time for me to dine on my lunch. Please close the doors."

As the guards moved to close the doors, one of the men that was stationed in the town came in with a boy who seemed to be throwing quite the tantrum. The king rose, though he knew that those who had done wrong were dealt with in the afternoon, after he had eatten. The guard set the boy down on his feet and forced him to walk, with such a fierce grip on the boys' shoulders. A grimace appeared at the king watched with how rough the soldier was being with the boy and he about yelled at the man, until the hair was pushed out of the boys' face and a familiar face of his former fiance came into view. A tear came to his eye and streaked down his cheek.

"It can't be..."

"But it is sire, it is Rikku."

The soldier confirmed the uncertainty that reached those still in the area. As far as any of them knew, the red headed boy whom the king happened to be madly in love with, was burried six feet under ground. With no hesitation the king flew down the steps and dropped to his knees before the red headed boy. There was so many similarities, it was uncanny how the two looked alike. Carefully his fingers moved to touch the boys' face, to take in the features, as more tears slid down his cheeks. The soldier eased his hold on the boy, to where he was standing there, holding him by the shoulders, not letting him move, from the knelt position.

"Rikku, you have returned to me." The king spoke in a soft whisper.

Moments after the words passed his lips, did he capture the boys' chin in his hand, as he leaned foreward to kiss the love he thought he had lost forever. The way the boys lips felt against his was all too familiar, the softness of his skin was too long missed. The kings hand slid from the boys' chin to caress the skin on his neck while the other dropped to the boys' waist. Ten years had been far too long for the king, far too long for him to wait, and wonder if there was anyway to bring the lover back to his arms. The last words that were spoken to him by the former fiance echoed in his ears as the king tried to deepen the kiss.

The guards felt a bit awkward as they all backed away in shock and a slight bit amusement at the two on the ground of the throne room. The sight of them caused too much awkward emotions to rise up in the staff, for they hadn't seen their kind like this in ten long years. Whispers started among them but the king was too focused on the way his own tongue lightly caressed the bottom lip of the red head boy, completely oblivious to him trying to pull away or anything. Still the tears slipped down the kings cheeks, the love was still there in his heart and mind, that he didn't want to let the red head boy go, for fear that this was all another dream.

The king found purchase as the boys' lips parted and he swiftly but carefully slipped his tongue in. Gently he caressed the red head boys' tongue and a slight moan escaped the king, which caused a soft chuckle from the guards, but the king heard it not. In fact the king was too focused on the way the boys' tongue felt against his own, the familiar taste and feel that elicted so many different emotions within him. As they kissed the two did not notice another new body within the room, she gazed at the two, she was frozen in shock upon seeing what he son was doing but recognized the body of the red head boy.

"What do you all think you are staring at? Do you not have a job to be doing? Get too it you lazy servants and guards. Do not gaze upon them like they are some preformance for you to enjoy and giggle at."

"Yes, mi'lady." All the guards answered.

The guards left back to their positions, the soldier walked out the doors before they could close and headed back into the village, to his post. As the former queen, mother to the king walked through the pannel she informed the cook to make up another of the same thing that the king wished for an unexpected visitor had appeared. Keeping a watchful eye on the servants, squires, and maids, she wouldn't let anyone enter the throne room, which would please the king. Back in the throne room, the king pulled the boy closer to his chest, almost practically on his lap. Light moans escaped him as the kiss seemed to deepen to the point the king was getting very excited.

Soft moans blanketed almost every other movement of the kings own tongue against the boys' as the two were locked in; in the kings eyes, a passionate, semi-errotic, love filled, embrace. The king felt that he would never let the boy go and this time he wouldn't allow the chance to loose him, happen again. If the boy died, he would follow him into death, for the love he felt for him was too great to have the boy ripped from his life once more. Deeper the king pushed the kiss, the more aroused and more moans that escaped him, and the more he wanted to pull the boy onto his lap and take him. So much desire and love laid in his heart, that he felt he would explode if the boy shoved away and ran.

"Rikku my love, my life, my heart, you have returned to me. Nothing shall harm you ever again, I will not loose you again. I could not take the pain of loosing you once more. Oh how my body longs for your touch, oh how my lips craved yours, oh how my fingers longed to feel your soft skin, oh how my eyes have missed yours, oh how my ears felt lost without your voice, oh how my voice missed speaking your name... Rikku, my love, I love you... I wish that you could have heard that before you had passed. I love you Rikku, always have, always will"

The king spoke within his own head, too busy with his passionate kiss he was locked in.

[Amia]

when he was forced into submission he realized that many gazed at him and whispered and Rikku could not understand why. soon the king rushed down the steps, dropping to his knees before him. seeing the tear that fell down the man's face, he frowned slightly, forgetting his own fear for a moment as his kindness and concern for others pulled through. gently he lifted his hand up and wiped away the tears though more seemed to fall. he didn't want this man to cry and he wished to comfort him though he knew not who he was.
soon the man lifted his hand and touched his face. initially he pulled back a bit but eventually he allowed this touch. the man said he had returned to him, calling him by name and gaped at him in shock as a hand moved to his chin. "who--?!" he began but suddenly his lips were sealed by the king's own. his eyes widened and he tried to pull away but he could not. the hand holding his chin trailed down to touch his neck and the other hand moved to his slim, beautifully curved waist. a tongue licked at his lips and he blushed furiously at the fact that someone other than his sister had licked him. in his surprise he gasped slightly, parting his lips to do so. no sooner had he done so did that tongue press inside his mouth. his eyes widened once more and he tried to pull back but still couldn't. his cheeks matched his hair in an adorable, deep blush. he didn't know about kissing but he did believe that things like touching tongues were rather intimate. at first he was too shocked to do anything, but slowly, it began to feel good to him and shyly he began to rub his own tongue against the king's. it was obvious from the way he hesitated that he had no experience, but he was by no means a bad kisser. he was good, just unsure how to do it. in his past life he and Shenryu had learned to kiss together and both had gotten rather good, but this was like the kisses he first gave Shenryu....shy, unsure, and incredibly innocent.
soon he was pulled closer, blushing at the thought that he was practically in this man's lap. he let out a soft moan at the sensation of being kissed, blushing more at the fact that he had and as the same sounds came from his counterpart. he felt so confused. he didn't even know this man or what he was doing to him....not to mention his body was heating up some from the act and the strange feeling was so foreign to him. this man....he didn't know him, yet in the back of his mind he felt as though he were somehow familiar....like he had heard his voice and felt his touch before......but...that was impossible, wasn't it?
finally he managed to pull back, his small hands resting delicately against the man's chest. he gazed at him, panting and looking incredibly confused, his ears slightly lowered in his confusion. "what.....what did you just do?" he asked, not knowing the name of the act nor knowing the significance of his first kiss or this moment. even confused, he saw the tears upon the man's face and wiped them away once more.