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(Fantasy, magic, romance)

Just another normal day when Zack is having lunch at the school's cafeteria. He looks out of the window and sees dark clouds everywhere. Raining again huh? Eventhough it's almost summer, the sky is still dark and gloomy unlike what they had forecasted. He carries on eating his favourite burger while staring at a queer shaped cloud. And suddenly, he gasps!

No! It couldn't be...!? That cloud, seems to have the silhouette of a castle. He jerks off his seat and glances around. Is this for real?

From the cloud, dark aura races towards the school, or more accurately, towards him. Everyone frozed. Seriously. Everyone frozed, like statues, under a spell. The aura circles around him like tornado as he tries to focus his weight on his feet. His usual, blue shirt turns into a mysterious looking, elegant, dark hood with golden stitched symbols. Seeing what happens around him, his face correspondently became serious as if knowing what will happen.

The aura continues to circle and a few figures, with similar uniform, forms from it and surrounds him. 'Hello... Zaldrock', says one of the figures with a sneering tone, 'It's been awhile.', he smirks. Aah... that name... so familiar. The name he modified into Zack, his current name.

Zack clenches his fist upon the "threat". A dim light appears from within his fist. It is no wonder that he considers what happens as a threat. 'I'm just a knight!', he thought. Though he might be one of the elite knights, they could hardly notice him while training. He was the cameleon. And they would not come all the way here just for an escaped, trivial knight. Would they?

He was just getting ready to blow a fight and as adrenaline starts rushing in his blood, a female figure interupts, 'Zaldrock!', she calls, 'The king demands your presence. You are requested to come back with us.' Hearing her voice, he calms. It sounded urgent. Zack is sure that they are not here to bring him back to be terminated.

A war maybe? And they needed more soldiers? Or spy? Either way. He might be a runaway, but he could not leave his kingdom when it needs him. Some things need to be cleared.


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Just another normal day when a boy is having his lunch at the school's cafeteria. He looks out of the window and sees dark clouds everywhere...

The boy turns back to the guy on his left who gives him a smile and it brings a smile to his own face. Eric had really cute cheeks and a really cute smile – that was his first thought.

Ricky blinked to bring himself out of his memories. It had been a nice night, cool but comfortable. He'd just left Zales after picking up the ring he'd planned to propose to Eric with. Richard checked the clock on the dashboard and saw that he still had more than enough time to swing by one of Alice's stores and pick up the new clothes he'd asked his friend to set aside for him. Of course he spoiled Eric by getting him clothes that weren't even out in stores yet, but it's just what he did. He parked his car on the side of the road and headed to the back of the building to get in. Ricky had borrowed a copy of the key to get in since Alice had other plans with another tall, dark, and handsome. His mind had been on how this night would go since he woke up yesterday. He'd planned what the chef was going to make for them, had the table set in his head, the mood, the lighting. He was even going to pull the rose petal trail – although they were going to be fake petals; one, because it was far less mess; and two because they could keep them for later. He'd gotten off work early today to plan everything out, including making sure that they had all the ingredients for making a cake together at home. Funnily enough, he'd been debating over his 'speech' to Eric and couldn't seem to settle on anything. While normally, he'd be far more irked about this, he also felt that for this situation, it was okay to just... go with the flow for once. Granted, he still wanted the night to be perfect and he wanted to end a perfect night making love to Eric whether he accepted or declined. What egotistical b*****d wouldn't love making someone scream their name during sex? If anything, even if Eric said no, he'd be screaming yes. The thought made him smirk.

Richard was about to reach for the key in his pocket when he heard shuffling behind him, turned, and ducked, barely being missed by a metal bat to his head. The sound of the aluminum scraping against the metal of the door was loud and resounding in the darkened space behind the chain of stores. There was plenty of light behind these buildings – they were expensive stores so it made sense – but he certainly wasn't expecting to be attacked out here. The second swing at his torso was harder to dodge and the meeting of metal clanged in his ears as the bat hit metal railing. He wasn't focused on the sound though. What he was focused on was the number of people he'd just counted. Nine people and one person hiding in the shadows whom he couldn't see, but could see over enough people's heads to be able to see them there. Even with the darkness illuminated by well placed lamps, he couldn't recognize any of his attackers faces, but it also didn't help that they were wearing the typical black ski masks and dark clothes. As soon as he recognized a gun being pulled out and the resounding click of another he had yet to locate, it was like everything suddenly slowed down.

Running through water with slow-mo turned on was the only way to explain what it felt like to move. It felt as if he couldn't move out of the way fast enough as he heard the whizzing of a bullet pass his head and the very delayed sound of the gunshot reach his ears sometime afterward, like he couldn't reach far enough to grab one of the guys closest to him and wretch the gun from his hand by breaking the guy's wrist. Metal gleamed from the corner of his eye and he yanked the body he was still holding to his side to block a shot meant for his arm. He was moving again, fluid and graceful for a man his size, and yet feeling impossibly slow. Three more men went down. Were bones usually this hard to break? It felt like he was trying to bend a steel bar as he incapacitated the men he got his hands on by breaking arms or wrists so as to render them harmless without killing them. His leg tingled a bit as he grabbed another man and subsequently flipped him over. Ballet was what came to mind. The graceful lifting of one form by another in a coordinated dance that left one dancer on the floor, broken like a porcelain doll, and the other bending away as nine more delayed shots were registered. He felt his shoulder hit something as he turned, arm arching like a hook and fist making contact with a face, his tall form making a picturesque curve of the body seen in old Master's paintings. The momentum carried him down to duck two more whizzes he heard and his opposite arm was carrying him up as the delayed sound of four shots were registered. He moved again and his side hit something. The other men were too far away, miles it felt like, but the barrel of their guns looked so close. Something grabbed his leg and it made him lose balance.

It was a moment, just for a moment, that he'd lost balance, his hands moved in front of him to stop the fall, his other leg trying to move forward when he'd caught sight of something red falling faster than he was in the light. His head turned to see what it was but as his face hit the ground, it felt like something exploded around him. Everything was so loud all at once, and resounding like an infinite echo. He must have looked surprised. He couldn't have been sure, but it felt like it as his eye lids started to close in a blink and tried to comprehend what happened. His eyes opened again after completing a blink cycle, and it was like the fast forward button had been hit somewhere. Things were going so quickly, the men were leaving faster than he could see and he could only catch glimpses of them. The other's that had been lying on the ground were gone and then timed stopped. Everything became quiet.

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Eric smiled at him that day and linked their arms together. His smiled was so bright, so happy, Richard forgot to breathe. They were only going to class, 'what's so special about class?' some part of his mind wanted to know. What was so special about class? Where were they even? Were they still at school? His hand rose to touch his lips as he was tugged along through the busy hallways packed with students. Did they seriously just kiss? What was all of this kissing business? He'd seen it a million times but was it normal for his lips to feel this tingly? Maybe he had something weird at lunch. There was a beautiful sound, although it sounded sad for some reason. Only after he saw Eric leaving did he realize that it was Eric telling him that he had to go to class. Things weren't suppose to go like this, he was suppose to just be using Eric to keep swarms of girls off of him. As he sat down at his desk, he wondered what would happen now. He'd always expected that his first kiss would be from a girl.

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The night was cool, but he felt like he was on fire. Eric slowly laid back on to the soft cool sheets as Richard's mouth trailed down a soft neck and shoulder, the larger man purring at the feeling of the hands tangled in his hair and the erratic rise and fall of the chest beneath him. It was a softness that he could feel with all of his senses, and a addictingly suffocating air that almost made it hard to breathe, and yet, he wanted to drown in such a thick atmosphere where the gorgeous sounds coming from below him easily weaved through the air and caressed his senses. ~~~ The sheets were bunching, being gripped tightly by hands smaller than his own. A loud cry and a scream of his name as Eric's back lifted and curved off of the bed, making it easier to suck on overly sensitive nipples and move his hand down to buckling hips.

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Laughter as Eric fell into the sand and wiggled about in an attempt to avoid being tickled. It didn't work very well, obviously. One of the beaches of Cancun was all theirs and the bright blue waters helped to cool them off as a wave washed up on shore. Rarely did either of them really want to get dirty, but as their lips met for the 200th time that day and the water moved around them, neither of them really cared. Ricky pulled Eric up to straddle his lap. They would have given a new meaning to 'sex on the beach' right then and there if the tide didn't have a say in soaking them and causing them to break their kiss in laughter.

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Richard felt like he was losing something. Like something was slipping away and out of his grasp. He didn't notice when someone who had heard the gunshots had found him lying in a pool of blood. He didn't notice when they were yelling to see if he was still awake and conscious. He didn't notice the woman freeking out and just short of yelling into the phone at the 911 operator she had on the line. Richard didn't hear the ambulance, didn't feel himself being moved and having his vitals checked, and although his eyes were open everything was blurry and he only had a very very small point of focus. It was like looking down a semi-transparent tube. The woman that had found him had squeezed his hand as the paramedics spoke loudly to see if he could respond, but Richard didn't hear or feel any of that. He didn't have a concept of time anymore, but he knew that at some point, his eyes must have closed and there was nothing.

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It was like he was trying to walk on the biggest water bed in the world. He couldn't keep his balance. It made him nauseous on more than one occasion.

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He'd been feeling lost recently. He had no idea where he was.
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It was odd to feel someone touching his hand when he felt so disassociated from his own body.

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There was talking, but it was just a mumble. He couldn't make out any of the words.

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How long was he going to be like this? How long had it already been?

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Wake up!

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WAKE UP!

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OPEN YOUR EYES! WAKE UP!




Was the world really so bright? He brought a hand up to shield his eyes and he cringed, turning his head away from the light source. Someone was in front of him but it look a moment for him to actually hear them speaking. They sounded excited, or what he assumed excitement over something would sound like. As his eyes adjusted to what he was pretty sure was the sun harnessed in a light bulb, he looked up at the person that was now standing by his bed. They looked hopeful, but Richard could only look confused. He had no idea who this person was. He looked around and realized that he didn't know where he was. How did he get here? Was he in danger?

“Richard?”

He looked up at the person standing next to him. That was his name wasn't it? It took a moment in which he looked down to think about this fact to decide that 'Richard' was in fact his name. Richard looked back up to the man standing next to him whose hopeful face was faltering just slightly.

“How...How do you feel?”

“Fine.” He felt fine at least. Granted, he hadn't tried to move around or anything yet and he'd just spotted a tube coming from his arm. What was this place? He was fairly sure that he'd never been here before. Although.... that wasn't saying much seeing as he couldn't seem to remember much anyway. Which came back around to wondering how he got here. Since he didn't know, it make some kind of sense to ask this person.

“Where am I?”

“You're in the hospital. Your brother called me and said that you'd been mugged and I came as fast as I could.”

“Hospital?” And... mugged? Eric could sense Ricky's questioning about the subject and tried to explain. “A woman said that she'd heard gunshots and found you in a pool of blood.” Eric paused and looked down, obviously upset and unsettled about the topic and whatever else he may have been feeling. “The doctor said that you were shot nine times. One was to the back of your head.” There were tears welling up in Eric's eyes that he was trying to hold back. Richard couldn't empathize though. He didn't remember any of this occurring. Why had he been targeted in a mugging? Was he carrying something important? Was it for ransom? Also, there was another question bugging him.

“Who are you? Why are you here?”

Eric looked up with shock written all over his face. Richard remained calm because he was obviously missing some crucial information. Not like he cared what this other person was feeling anyway.

“I'm... I'm your boyfriend Eric, Ricky. You don't remember me?”

The blank look Eric received made the answer painfully obvious. The doctor walked in, which was probably good because Eric was a tad speechless. He knew he'd been told that memory loss was likely, but he hadn't prepared himself for it to actually occur. His emotional attachment to Ricky and vice versa were too strong to forget, wasn't it? At least, that's what he wanted to believe. That maybe it'd be like a movie or a miracle on a tv show and Ricky would defy all odds. He saw Ricky as strong and capable, and 'I can't' wasn't something that was in his selective vocabulary when Ricky was determined to do something. “Do you remember anything about me?”

“No.”

Eric looked down and seemed to focus on his shoes when Richard suddenly spoke up again. “Assuming that you're not making up bullshit, how long were 'we together'?”

Eric's mouth quirked a bit at Ricky's tone of voice. “Ten years as of a month ago.” Richard sneered at that. “That is bullshit. What makes you think that I would want to be with you for anything other than a good ********> Richard said this as his eyes raked over Eric's form in what could only be described as an otherwise lewd and lustful fashion, completely lacking in compassion or 'give a s**t about your feelings'. To say that it hurt Eric might have been an understatement, but Ricky didn't know this kid, so why should he care? The guy didn't look like he had any kind of wealth attached to his name and he doubted a business partner would be here looking like a hurt little girl. The doctor cleared his throat after watching the interaction between the two. Richard turned his head to the man.

“Mr. Sahadev, you've been in a coma for a past month. You were shot nine times. Two in the thigh, one in the shoulder, five in your torso, and one to the back of your head.” Richard was confused a moment. When did this guy show up to begin with? “It's possible that you might have Post-traumatic amnesia, however, for that, we'll have to test your memory shortly if you're feeling up to it. It also seems apparent that you have retrograde amnesia, so we'll test to see how extensive that is as well. While your skull was severely cracked, surprisingly, the bullet did not go through your skull and did not touch your brain. Did you understand everything I just said?”

Richard looked highly disbelieving, but he nodded to which the doctor accepted and continued. “The muscle in your left thigh, your midsection, and your shoulder were incredibly damaged, however, with physical therapy to help rebuild the muscle, you could be out of here in a month or three depending on how well things heal. You've done a very good job of healing so far while you were in a coma, so I think that you should do well with physical therapy.” The doctor paused again to make sure that Richard was understanding what was going to happen, to which Richard nodded again. As one of the tests of Richard's memory, the doctor spoke again. “This is Eric. According to your, and his, family, you've both been together for just over ten years now.”

“My family?”

“Yes, your parents and five siblings.”

Richard must have looked confused, disbelieving, or both at this information because the doctor then said, “I can have them come in later to see if that helps you to remember anything. For now, I'd like to do a check up to make sure that things are still healing as they should and to test how far along your damaged muscles are.“ he motioned to Eric to move out of the way. Eric moved off to the side to give the doctor room and watched with something of a slightly sullen look. Richard didn't pay him any attention. It wasn't until the doctor had him trying to move did Richard suddenly feel how much he ******** ached. Not just in one place, but everywhere. The simple act of trying to sit up a little more caused him to become light headed and it felt his bones creaking, as if the weight of a single limb were four times what it should have been. The doctor didn't have him moving much after that. The subsequent memory recall tests weren't really any better. Although Richard could remember some things about himself such as his name and his occupation, he couldn't remember much of anyone else. The only people he seemed to be able to even vaguely recognize were three of his five siblings. He couldn't didn't know Kane or Hadya at all. Richard was also made to play a simple flash card memory game and although there were only nine cards, he seemed to have trouble remembering after four cards. Richard's obvious frustration at this told the doctor that he was genuinely trying and it also told him that it was likely that he wouldn't remember what he was told earlier. When asked to recall what Eric's name was and his ties with him, Richard had no idea, even though he was told three different times prior to the question being asked. It didn't take long for Richard's irritation of missing information to sour his already a*****e-ish attitude. A psychologist was scheduled to come and speak with Richard later in the week and his first physical therapy session was scheduled for the day after tomorrow.




Needless to say, physical therapy was not a fun time for Richard. Getting his limbs moving after not having moved them in a month, on top of the still healing injuries, was not a fun time at all. And, despite the number of rude remarks or apathetic looks that he would receive, Eric continued to show up as often as the hospital would let him just to speak with Richard. Although some of the things he had to say were fairly mundane and not overly exciting, he shared them anyway. Just talking about his day to Richard made him feel better and over the course of 2 and a half weeks, Eric had learned to blatantly ignore a lot of what Richard said. Also, as much as Richard tended to say mean things, Eric still helped him to eat, only one or twice telling Richard that he could eat face down into a plate if he really wanted – if anything, Eric's upset outbursts shut Richard up for a least short periods of time. Within two weeks, Richard's progress was very very good, and they soon moved him to slowly walking about. First with a walking aid, then without (because Richard was stubborn and was refusing to use it). Still, after only a month of physical therapy, Richard was discharged and taken back to his and Eric's shared condo. Eric had told him about a few times, but as about expected, Richard would not remember.

The first day back threw Richard off balance completely. While he knew that he was rich and ran businesses, a place like this baffled him. The only reason they really still had it while Richard was out, was because Richard had made a joint account that set aside enough money for Eric to live off of in their current life style for three years in the case that something should happen to him. It was a good thing he did seeing as Richard was the one making the mortgage payments, paying the bills, helping Eric with school, making the car payments, paying for their phones – Eric pretty much didn't have to work although Richard wanted him to after he graduated college.

Eric took his time showing Richard around and after Richard was exhausted from the physical act of walking around and moving, Eric put sticky notes on the doors (ones that wouldn't mess up the wood) so that Ricky's stubborn a** could find his way around without asking for help (because it's not like he was going to ask anyway). At least he knew that Ricky wouldn't do something like wander out of the building, or out of the condo unit even. It was hard enough for Ricky to get around, stretch, and function normally as it was. Not like Richard was up for admitting any of that. To also make it easier on Ricky, because that man was not giving in, Eric would write in a journal and leave it for Ricky to read since they day they'd gotten back, taking advantage of the fact that Ricky was snooping about in his own house. Richard took to snuggling with Eric in bed pretty well, if the touching of his a** was anything to go by. Besides that, Ricky seemed to have taken a liking to touching Eric, which Eric allowed as long as it remained appropriate. Pan came to visit on the second day of Richard's return and Ricky didn't know who he was either but was shamelessly flirting with him as much as he flirted with the female and male nurses at the hospital. Eric cooked for Ricky, Ricky complained about this or that, Eric would ignore him although occasionally answer legitimate questions that Ricky had and would write them down in the journal for Ricky to read over again later.

Richard had manged to shower himself that night and then crawled into their queen sized bed. No sooner did Eric crawl into bed with him did Ricky fall asleep, physically and mentally worn out. Interestingly enough Ricky still had his possessive sleeping tendencies, although they were more prevalent than usual but it was likely from Ricky's stressed physical and mental state. It wasn't necessarily something that was new because the same thing happened when Ricky was agitated over something enough. His growling this time around though wasn't real loud, more like a deep rumbling that was felt more than heard. So when Eric moved to get out of bed, he was having to wordlessly coax Ricky to release him. Of course, when he returned to bed, Ricky's arm would be around his waist again and pull him close. Richard was also far too tired from the previous day to even wake up when Eric left or returned to the bed.