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Everything Held Within	By : Athena Category: +S through Z > Suikoden Views: 2413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Suikoden III doesn�t belong to me. This chapter�s relatively clean, so no running away in revulsion, okay? ^^ Unless you don�t like my writing, in which case you�ve probably already run away in revulsion. *laughs*

Started: April 16, 2004

Finished: June 1, 2004 (2:47 in the morning. Yes, I�m tired. x_x)
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�Everything Held Within�

Within Sympathy
Despite his wounds from the physically-damaging attack, Yuber had been able to get up after resting for a short while. He had rolled Albert off of himself and sat in the center of his own pool of blood, focusing his attention on the rune pulsing on his right hand. The Eightfold Rune glimmered on the back of his hand as it sensed the extent of its host�s injuries, slowly healing the demon�s deep wounds in its own method of self-preservation. It only took a few minutes for him to regain enough strength to stand up and move his unwitting assailant to the bed from the floor.
Although his own healing only took a few minutes, healing Albert had taken time. Because of his nature, Yuber was not very proficient in the use of healing magic, and he did not carry a rune with healing properties. He had been forced to rely on more of the mortals� potch, nearly throwing it at a storekeeper in his rush to get back to the bleeding man he had left alone in the inn. Gathering medicine and bandages and returning to the inn, Yuber began taking care of the wounds that he had inflicted on the redhead.
He somehow felt bad for being the reason of the man�s injuries. It was a strange feeling. There was no real reason for such guilt; although he had never been in such a peculiar situation before, he felt as much passion for humans as he did for dead goats.
Yuber came to the conclusion that the particular situation called for � precedents, of sorts. The very thought was fascinating; he would have to think of how to deal with the weakened mortal and study more intently how this strange bond affected Silverberg.
Binding bandages around most of the young man�s upper body, the demon watched the twitching eyelids with interest. The mortal had not be able to take the stress from the combination of wounds and the spell�s draining effect, so Yuber found it curious that Silverberg was already responding.
Stronger than I thought, Silverberg? he mused, hissing as laying down next to the young man aggravated the still-tender wounds to his shoulder and thigh. At least I won�t have to worry too much about you dying before I want you to.
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Almost all the muscles in his body ached. He was quite sure it was �almost� only because he could not feel his hands. Opening his eyes was a challenge all in itself, and he did not dare try to lift his head from � wherever it had come to rest. Due to his positioning and his complaining body, he was unable to gaze around at all of his surroundings; from where he rested, he was able to make out the ceiling � but not much else.
�Don�t move.�
He shifted blurry eyes towards the sound of the voice, hearing the shift of something on his chest. Something cold and heavy.
�What � are you doing?� Albert shut his eyes wearily at the scratchiness of his own voice, swallowing with difficulty. The cold weight was moved off of his chest, and Albert only tensed slightly when an arm slipped underneath him and lifted him up.
Yuber�s chest was pressed up against Albert�s shoulder, the blonde coaxing the redhead to lean heavily on him as he brought a glass to the mortal�s lips. �It�s just water.�
Albert drank gratefully, the cool liquid soothing as it streamed down his throat. Yuber drew the glass away as the young man finished, shifting to set aside the glass before laying Albert back down on the bed.
�Yuber � what happened?�
Mismatched eyes gazed down, unreadable for a moment. After the moment had passed, Yuber settled and laid down next to Albert, wrapping his arms securely around the younger man�s waist. He pulled the strategist close to him, stroking his pale chest and resting against his back.
�We�ll talk in the morning. Sleep, Albert.�
As he sank against Yuber�s arms, Albert fleetingly noted that Yuber had never called him by his first name before. Moments later, he was fast asleep.
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Yuber idly wondered if Albert would be hungry when he awoke. Considering the amount of �exercise� they had gone through yesterday, he doubted Silverberg would have any strength of his own to rely on. The strategist had joined Luc and Sarah for meals in the first few days of their campaign, as mortals suffered from the need for nourishment from time to time and thus needed to eat. He would sometimes join the three, eating simply for social purposes. He decided that against telling Luc about the entire �problem� involving his damnable hunter, seeing how the True Rune bearer would probably try something foolish that would only annoy him. It would be a pity having to break the alliance with the boy simply because of Silverberg and Pesmerga.
Missing out on mass destruction and the death of hundreds -- and quite possibly thousands -- always seemed disappointing.
He picked up the cup of water from the bedside table, frowning at it. Such a simple gesture of apology to the mortal. If Albert were not suffering so much on his behalf, he had to wonder if he would be taking care of the young Silverberg now.
The demon paused, recalling the first time he had held up the mortal and allowed him to drink in his arms. What did that mean? That had been long before Persmerga�s interference, and he had not thought about the action at the time.
It was easy to dismiss the action as a result of sympathy.
Mismatched eyes flitted to the form in the disheveled bed as it began to stir. �Awake now?� he murmured aloud, leaning forward in his chair to look down at the slowly-stirring Silverberg. The green eyes that flickered open were weary and glazed almost beyond recognition; the demon noted to himself that he had never seen Albert look so tired in the time he had been under the strategist�s employment.
Albert nodded faintly as he realized belatedly that Yuber was waiting for a reaction from him. His head spun terribly as he met the demon�s eyes, and he dazedly tried to recall something that the blonde�s eyes reminded him of.
Yuber raised a pale brow as Albert groaned and turned his head away from him, moving from his chair to sit on the edge of the bed and peer more intently at the mortal. �I suppose I should have warned you that your siphoning of my power would affect you, too.�
�� Yes, that would have helped.� Albert coughed and shut his eyes tightly, still wracking his mind for the comparison to Yuber�s eyes that managed to elude him. He tried to move his aching arms, his lips twitching into a frown as he found it difficult to move them. The young man opened his eyes to stare at his bandaged arms, cursing quietly when he finally managed to get his fingers of one hand to curl into a loose fist.
�Ah � yes.� Yuber looked at Albert�s injured arms with morbid amusement lighting his eyes, lips twisting into a peculiar smile. �You�ll have to forgive me for the injuries; you were attacking me, after all.�
Silverberg sighed raggedly, resting heavily against his pillows in his quiet confusion. �Explain this, demon. What happened?�
Yuber tapped his chin as he thought about the redhead�s question. Should he bother trying to coax more annoyance from the boy? It was fun to watch the level-headed Silverberg lose his composure, as he had found out lately. He decided against it; Albert looked drained as it was, and tiring the strategist out right now would lead to even more delay to Luc�s plans. �As I said before, that damned Pesmerga�s hex is transferring my power into you, and the only way that I can get it from you is by drawing it out of you during a time of unnatural weakness.� He sprawled on the bed next to Albert, bridging his hands and resting his head on them. �And when was the last time we fucked, Silverberg?�
�Yesterday,� Albert replied distantly, not liking what Yuber was slowly explaining.
�And before that?�
�� Several days.�
Yuber nodded, falling silent for several moments as if simple explanation was enough. He eventually sighed and pushed himself up onto one elbow, regarding Albert. �Your little mortal mind couldn�t handle all of my power, so you had � what I�d like to call a �lapse of sanity.� I�d find it very amusing if you hadn�t decided to attack me, of all people.�
�You deserved it,� Albert said shortly. Although he did not recall the events of yesterday beyond a bloody haze, he felt in his bones�both metaphorically and literally�that he did.
The demon shrugged languidly. �You could have let me fuck you earlier in the week.�
�You could have asked.�
�Meh. That�s not exactly my style.� Yuber felt another smirk working its way onto his face until he caught the distraught look in the boy�s eyes. �You�ll have to get used to it, Silverberg. Unless you enjoy feeling like shit every week.�
Albert turned his face away and shut his eyes, as it was the only way he could turn his attention away from the black knight even slightly in his current state. �And you can�t break this hex, can you?�
�I�ll be the first to admit it,� growled the demon. �This doesn�t necessarily have to be a bad arrangement, Silverberg. If you stop resisting my advances, you might even enjoy it.� A smirk claimed his features fully, from lips to silver and crimson eyes. �You certainly did the first two times.�
There was an embarrassed silence as Albert grudgingly admitted Yuber was right. For all of his deadly skills and infuriating remarks, the black knight was very talented in bed. Probably because of his centuries of experience, he thought dully, gazing out the window as the sun peeked out from behind the mountains.
Yuber chuckled as the tenseness slowly left the mortal�s face, patting his shoulder in mock comfort. �We can work out the details the next time I need to drain you,� he drawled, standing up and straightening out his reassembled garments. �In the mean time, I�m going to go see Luc before he decides to � pay you a visit.� Tossing one last amused look over his shoulder at the redhead, the demon tipped his hat and teleported away.
Albert stared at the spot the blonde had just vacated, grimacing as the weight of their conversation finally settled upon his mind. He would have to have sexual intercourse with the demon to keep him from losing his mind. Neither choice made him happy in the slightest, although he supposed the former would be easier to live with than the latter.
His thoughts averted to Yuber�s offer to distract Luc while he recuperated. It was unusual for the demon to make excuses on behalf of someone else; in all of his studies of Yuber, Albert had not found record of such an event or anything that would hint at it. In a strange way, the demon was nonchalantly allowing him to hold on to the tattered remnants of his dignity. He sighed and settled back against the pillows, shutting his eyes wearily.
It was easy to dismiss the action as a result of sympathy.
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Bah, it�s late again � but, hey, I finished the chapter! ^_^ I wonder where this sudden brand of inspiration came from? That�s four pages in the course of � four hours. Wow. x_x
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