The Furry Conflict: Fan Fiction

Rain and Brothers
By: EmpressVV

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            Ilian's feet slapped hard on the slick street, he was three. He wouldn't let them take him and his brother. No one would take his brother from him, no one. His brother Itian had held all the hope for the family, a symbol that the running and hiding and fear would all stop. But that very night they had finally come. His mother and father were dead, he hadn't seen it, but he'd felt it, so had Itian.

            Itian was staying surprisingly quiet in his arms, he was thankful for that. God, he didn't know where he was, the heavy rain was running him in circles. What if he ran right into their-

            "Child. Stop."

            Oh, God. She was a wraith of rain and dark and cold, "Where are you going? And with that little one? Child, think."

            He backed against the wall, "No!" He'd fight for his brother, he would.

            She knelt in front of him, "Child. We don't want to kill you or the little one. The blood for this night is spilled, we need no more. You want your brother to survive?"

            He nodded, the rain and cold were starting to make him dizzy.

            "He's a baby. He'll need milk, and plenty of other things. Don't be foolish. Come, we'll take you."

            He held back, "You killed them."

            "Yes. If you're that bothered by it, come, and we'll train u to do the same, and you'll have your chance for revenge. In the meantime, you and your brother will be alive."

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            "Sir!"

            "....."

            "Sir?"

            Khal'Saad growled and turned, a Fleet Admiral. "Yes?"

            "I, ah, I just wanted to congradulate you on your Grand Admiralship, sir."

            He sipped his wine before answering, "Thank you." He continued to stare out the window.

            Across the room, another figure unconsciously mimcked the exact tilt of the Grand Admiral's hand, the same hold, and measured taste of the same wine. Only the Emperor, standing near Korriban, noticed.

            "Korriban."

            Korriban nodded his head, "Yes, master?"

            "Tell me, do you miss your brother?"

            Korriban's gaze went even more deadpan as he answered.

            "I have no brother."

~~

            "Psst! Ilian!" He poked his head in though the window, he'd scaled up three floors to reach the balcony. He was six.

            His brother glanced around worriedly before pulling him in, "Itian," he whispered harshly, "What are you doing? You could have fallen! And what if the monks see you here?"

            Itian completely ignored the rhetorical questions and latched onto his brother. "I had a vision."

            Ilian sighed, "What was it about?"

            "There was a girl with a soft light around her."

            "That's an angel. You only had a dream about one because that idiot friend of yours told you about them."

            "No, she wasn't like what he said. She was sad but smiling."

            "Then how do you know she was sad?"

            "Her eyes. She wanted to take us away from here but we wouldn't go."

            Ilian yawned, "Why not?"

            Itian looked up sharply, "Ilian, you won't leave me."

            "Kyah, no." He ruffled his brother's hair, "Why're you acting so weird?"

            "I don't know, I felt alone..."

            "I was there though, right?"

            "Yeah...but-"

            "Listen, Itian, I love you, you're all the family I have left. I wouldn't leave you."

            "Yeah," he blushed, "I know..."

            "So stop worrying. Kyah, you're going to get me in trouble. Come on, I'll help you climb back down."

~~

            He awoke with a start, she was staring at him. He'd put her in his quarters after he'd heard that Amazons had strong feelings about privacy and personal space.

            "What are you looking at?" He glared at her but she kept her sad eyes transfixed on his.

            "You were talking in your sleep."

            "I was not."

            She tilted her head to the side, "Maybe you were crying."

            A shadow of a smile cracked across his face, “Crying?” a quiet purr coursed from his lips “Hardly.” For a moment it was silent, and then his eyebrows furrowed, “You know nothing about crying, child. Not yet . . .”

~~

            Itian was eight. He helped her up, "You did pretty good."

            She narrowed her dark brown eyes at him untrustingly, "Thanks..."

            "No really, you lasted longer than the other girls, see?" He pointed at the fighting circle, all the other female trainees had already fallen.

            "C'mon, I'm supposed to bandage you."

            "...what's your name?" She sat on one of the stone benches.

            "Itian. Called Shinsen."

            "Amaranth. Call me Jadeite."

~~

            "Mistress."

            "Lover."

~~

            "I'm going."

            Silence.

            "Listen, Itian, this is really important to me."

            Still nothing.

            "It's not forever, you know. We've talked about all this." He put his hand on his shoulder. He was thirteen; Itian was no more than ten. The boy shrugged off his hand. Sher Khal’Saad picked up his bag, and walked out the door. Nineteen revolutions around a sun they would not see each other again.

            His brother had left him, and all was left to comfort him were tears.

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