For Me

Authors note: This story does start slow, but I figured it needed some background. So there’s not much to the first couple of chapters. This whole plot was spawned from an incident with my friend and her ten year old. What happened was really kinda funny, but I won’t get into it now. Anyways, this is the first time I’ve ever done this so, here we go. THIS IS MALE/MALE - NO LIKE NO READ. On with the story.

“Blah” talking
‘Blah’ thinking


Angels and demons. For centuries humans have mused on these mythic creatures. Human-like creatures with wings. Angels with their soft, white downy wings. Demons with their inky black wings. They are said to be moral enemies, fighting over human souls. Both part of a higher existence.

Nothing could be further from the truth. They are both just beings from differing dimensions. Really no different from humans in the way they go about their lives. Some even exist in the human world. There are also humans in their world, along with some of the more chore easing human inventions. The Aemohan King’s best friend was, in fact, the Ehrenien King.

If not for both having found suitable mates in the human world during their adventures together, they probably would have been bonded to each other. They were that close. So close, in fact, that they had decided to bond their firstborn children. For the human laws pertaining to childbirth do not pertain to either of their species.

Males of either Aemoha or Ehren descent can mate with either males or females. Same is true of the other gender. Any combination will result in offspring. It is left up to mating pairs to decide who carries the children. The only problem is when either species become intimately involved with humans. Most times, the offspring and carrying mates are fine. But, every once in a while there are problems with the birth. Even less frequently, problems with the offspring, that aren’t apparent until after molting.

Molting is the painful time when the adolescents receive their wings. It hits shortly after puberty. Both species experience sudden spikes in body temperature, painful swelling around their shoulders. It ends as soon as the wings emerge from the body. Sometimes there are complications and the body doesn’t go back to normal. But, again, this is rare.

At present, both kingdoms of Ehren and Aemoha were torn between elation and despair. For the long-awaited heir to the Ehrenien throne was finally born. However, news filtered down from the palace of the queen’s death soon after. This was only the third time in their history that royalty had died in childbirth. It was only known to select few that the queen was of human descent.

This news was especially hard to take after the queen of Aemoha had died, just one year ago from the same. Where the kings had found their mates was virtually unknown, but it was generally thought that they had come from within the two kingdoms. Most didn’t know that during their time of rebellion, in their teenage years, the kings had snuck off to the human kingdom. They had been befriended by a couple of human girls. Both friendships blossomed into a deep lasting love. When faced with coming back home, the teenage then-princes brought the girls to their respective worlds and made up stories of the girls being common citizens of the others kingdoms. When both women died in childbirth, the citizens of each kingdom blamed it on the women being of common stock and not from being human.

In the throne room of the Ehrenien palace, both kings were mourning the queen’s passing. A small child with odd-looking tricolor hair was sitting on the dais next to the empty throne. He was currently engrossed in the intricate patterns on the floor, oblivious to the tension in the room. Suddenly, the golden doors across the room were thrown open. A messenger announced the arrival of the tiny prince and the priests.

Both kings rose to their feet from their position on the dais.

“Is he…” the Ahrenien king started to ask the question he dreaded.

“He is a viable carrier, your highness.” The high priest raised a bundle with a mop of tricolor hair, not unlike the child now watching curiously from his spot by the throne.

“Come, Atemu.” The Aemohan king gently grabbed his son’s hand and led him to the middle of the room, where the priests and the Ahrenien king were now waiting.

“Today, our two kingdoms shall become one. Let the betrothal ceremony commence!”

Through this ceremony, the two princes would be bonded for life. Their scents would mingle so one would recognize the other anywhere. This would also be useful in letting everyone else know that the two were to be bonded after adolescence. Even in the event of one of the kings’ deaths.

As the ceremony drew to a close, the Aemohan king looked at his best friend. He reached out and touched his shoulder.

“It was foolish of us to fall so deeply for humans. They are such frail creatures. But, I wouldn’t trade the last six years for anything. We still have our children, and come what may, we will get through it. It helps to know that when I die, I shall be reunited with my beloved Katana. As will you with Iori.”

So be it, my friend. If not for you, I would have never experienced her love. I do love her so. Well, I know it is time for you to go. I wish you well.” Said the Ehrenien king.

With that said, the visiting Aemohan court left the palace, moving toward the open portal to their own kingdom.

A fortnight after the betrothal ceremony, rebels caused a kingdom wide revolt against the upper class of Ahreniens. News reached the Aemohan king by way of a letter from his friend:

My dearest Aknumkanun, I fear for my son’s life. I shall be leaving him in the care of my beloved’s human father. Please, tell no one of this. I do not know where these rebels came from. So I do not trust anyone. He will be in good hands. I have let it be known that he is not to know of his heritage until he is of molting age. Which, if he takes after me, will be around sixteen. I have also put a couple of guardians in place to keep him safe. Worry not; they are some old friends of ours. They have children of their own that will grow up with him. I will bring him home when it is safe to do so. If I cannot, please fetch him for me. I would not want him to go through molting in the human world. He might not make it through. And do not worry yourself about my rebel problem. I shall deal with them myself.

Be well
Akim


“Brother, are you alright? You are very pale! I shall send for the healer.” Akunadin stepped away from the throne to call for a healer.

“No, it’s not necessary. It’s just that the news from Ehren is very bad. The situation there had deteriorated to an all out battle. Akim has taken his son to the human kingdom for his safety. Keep this between us, brother. Come let us think of happier matters. How is your son Seto? He is four summers old now, right? Have you found a suitable mate for him? “

Both men walked out of the throne room to find their respective children.

It took thirteen years before the kingdom of Ehren ousted the rebels and returned to their peaceful selves. Those responsible for the death of the Ehrenien king and countless nobility were punished with death. Those who joined the rebels were stripped of the right to enter either kingdom, doomed to wander the shadows for eternity. The only difference being that they would only wander the shadows, not be tortured by them, like those condemned to death in the Ahrenien realm.

The only thing missing was the prince and heir to the throne. The prince, and a couple of young nobles whose parents had died in the fighting.

In another world entirely, a small boy of thirteen years, with large amethyst eyes framed by sooty black lashes, pushed his blonde bangs out of his face for the third time as he daydreamed about a mysterious person with exotic crimson eyes. He honestly had no idea who this person was. Male or female, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was someone with those eyes had been in his dreams lately. And with that person in his dreams he felt safe and happy.

He should have been paying attention to his grandfather, though.

An elderly man with grey hair and amethyst eyes was trying to get his grandson to pay attention. The boy had been lost in space for the past week, and honestly, he had had enough of it. He looked once more at the boy with tricolor hair before trying another method of getting his attention. Something he hadn’t done to the boy in a long time.

“Yugi? Yugi.”

CRACK!!

The spatula the old man was waving in the boys face found its way to his backside.

“OW, grandpa that hurt!” The boy, Yugi, yelped.

“it wasn’t meant to tickle! Now pay attention! You’ve been in space lately. Is there something wrong?

“No, grandpa. Nothing’s wrong.” Yugi said.

“Good, then I need you to pick up…” Yugi’s grandpa went back through the list of things he needed Yugi to pick up at the store.

“I trust you can find your way there and back without any problems. I have to get ready for the archaeological conference tomorrow. I won’t be home for a few days. You should be okay. If anything goes wrong, go to Ryou’s or Malik’s house until I get back. Yugi? Yugi!”

The spatula threatened again, as Yugi moved his hands to cover his twice abused backside.

“I am listening grandpa!” To prove it, Yugi listed off the things he was to get at the store, as he backed towards the door. As his hands felt for the door handle, he flashed a rare smile at his grandfather. Then he ran out the back door and down the alley. Not going out the front door that day was probably what saved his life.

The two Aemohans sent to destroy him had only checked once to see if he was inside the house before reciting the long, complicated spell. Yugi was 3 blocks away when his house was reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble. Their job supposedly done, they opened a portal to their world and climbed through. Once inside their dimension, they unfurled their black wings and flew off to the Aemohan palace to report to their master.

“I trust that the half-breed is no longer a threat?”

“Yes, master he is dead.” The taller of the two said as they both knelt low to the ground.

“Good, on with the next part of the plan. You are dismissed” A shadowed figure watched as the two Aemohans left to continue with their part of the plan. And it was a good one too. By the time that the Aemohan crown prince was eighteen, he, not the prince would be the one on the throne.

The next morning, young Atemu, Crown Prince of Aemoha, was getting frustrated with not being allowed to see his father. What with council members and priest rushing in and out oh the kings’ chambers, Atemu had found no opportunity to slip in unnoticed.

“Prince Atemu, quit being such a pain!” Snarled Seto.


“Something is wrong, and I know it Seto. I know that father has been sick lately, but now all these people have been rushing around like the world is ending. And, I want to know what’s going on!” Atemu snarled back, raising his voice toward the end. Now there were people all around the room staring at them.

There may have been three years between them, but they were still best of friends, as well as cousins. The difference in their appearances, though, was quite startling. One tended to think that being closely related that they would look somewhat alike. Not so with these two. Seto, at seventeen was tall by all standards, with his piercing cobalt blue eyes, brown hair and soft black feathered wings; he had his fair share of admirers in both kingdoms.

Fourteen year old Atemu, on the other hand, was Seto’s polar opposite. Just one year after molting, he was shaping up to be an exotic beauty, like his mother. High cheekbones, and slanted crimson eyes surrounded by thick spiky black lashes, caramel skin tone and tricolor hair that framed his face in blonde, yet faded to black with crimson tipped spikes, large black wings tipped with silver. He had the most admirers of any of their group. His was still on the petite side, though, due to complications with molting.

With the death of his betrothed, Atemu could take his pick of any in the two kingdoms. Yet, he wasn’t even interested in another. He really wasn’t that interested in his future mate, having never met said person. He would have gone through with the bonding because his father had told him to, but all in all he couldn’t have cared less. Now he had more important things on his mind. His being unattached was cause for council’s concern. He was supposed to make a good match with someone younger than himself, to be the dominant one. Now, being so young, himself, with an ill father and no betrothed, he was just bait to someone unscrupulous enough to try to force a bonding.

Seto looked over at his younger cousin. Atemu’s beautiful crimson eyes were dulled with pain.

“Atemu, I…” Seto didn’t get to finish.

“The king will see you now, Prince Atemu. Hurry, he hasn’t much time left.” Saimun sniffed as he looked at the boys that he had helped to raise.

Atemu forgot all decorum, as he bolted into the kings chambers.

“Father!” He cried as he ran to the bed and flung his arms around the king.

“What’s going on? No one will tell me anything. They go silent when I walk into the room. What’s…?” The king put his hand to Atemu’s lips to shush him. Atemu sniffed back tears at the sight.

“Shh” Aknumkanun croaked. “You need to .. to know, I’ve.. poison..be careful.. the council….help… until you’re of age. I lov…” With that the king’s hand fell to the bed and he was silent.

“Father. Father! No!” The tears welled up in Atemu’s eyes and he held his father tighter. He wouldn’t let the tears fall, though.

“Come young prince, it is time to prepare for the ritual.” Eventually Akunadin put a hand on Atemu’s shoulder. With one last look at his father, Atemu allowed himself to be guided out of the room.