Charoid
Well... Yumi wrote another chapter :D *hopping around like mad*
She just hopes that you all will enjoy this chapter and that she'll have an idea for the chapter she's writing on at the moment, soon...
Oh, and no character from Eragon/Eldest is Yumi's, though she kinda wished some would. Only Yuuki is her's.
On with the story now!
The next morning, the two brothers were sitting together, like always. And while Murtagh was looking like always, Eragon was looking... nervous?
When Murtagh's around, I can't think anymore, Eragon thought agitated. After all, he still didn't get it, did he?
Stop that, Eragon. Calm down, Saphira tried to... Yeah, to calm him down.
I can't do anything against it, Saphira! It's like he got a spell on me or something..., Eragon contered, not really convincingly.
Well, he did. Kinda...
Eragon. Stop that or someone will notice, Saphira tried again. And, yeah, she ignored the author again. Thank you.
Taking a deep breath, Eragon finally calmed down. After trying to forget who's sitting next to him. Well, he didn't forget the dark haired man with that dark eyes who smelled pretty good, Eragon had to notice, wondering about the smelling-pretty-good part. He managed to ignore him. Which was even worser, if anyone would ask him. Nobody did, of course.
„What's the matter, Eragon?“, he was asked suddenly. Turning his attention from his question of what Murtagh's smell reminded him of, the Rider looked at Arya. In the first time he was travelling with Murtagh, he really had to admit it, he had a little crush on her. But that's gone by now. Now, they're good friends.
„It's nothing, really. Don't worry“, was his answer. Forcing a smile for her, he continued eating. Though he knew that she would ask him later again, when nobody's there anymore. It's fascinating that she knew him as well as Saphira does. Well, as she could without a link between them, like it was with Saphira. 1:0 for Saphira.
Really, what is that smell? I know it, but can't really say what it is..., Eragon wondered again, returning to the thoughts of Murtagh.
The boy who was thought of (Murtagh, which he didn't know of) was wondering something else.
Something's bothering him, he can't play dumb. But what? And what was that stupid smile about? I thought they are only friends now and that it had stopped..., were a few thoughts of him. And Thorn knew them all, of course. Would be odd if not, right? The red Rider was...
Jealous! I can't believe you're jealous, Murtagh! Of that elf! I could've imagined pretty much, but not that, Thorn laughed through the link. He really seemed to love pissing his rider off.
Oh, really? What would that be?, Murtagh asked his dragon, already a bit pissed off.
Ooooooh, I don't think you want to know!
... I do.
Thon sighed. That was a joke, damn it!
...
Okay, well, it was not. He thought of some really nasty things, his rider might do to little Eragon, but... He wasn't that suicidal, was he? Besides, he knew too much dreams Murtagh had about Eragon (all dreams Murtagh had were) and was even thinking of not speaking to his rider anymore because of them. Really, man or not...
Just make sure you'll tell him quickly! I don't want seeing any more dreams of you doing... some things with him, Thorn said after a while.
Murtagh blushed. You want to hear that he looked like a tomato or something? Well, you won't.
He wondered. Thorn knew of his dreams? Which? How many? And what was he supposed to do now? He would've liked to kill his dragon right away at that very moment, but hey, he also knew he would regret it.
Stop blushing, kid! Just tell him as soon as possible... And make sure to tell me before it happens..., Thorn told him, mentally rolling his eyes. God, what did he do to get such a rider?
„Okay“, Murtagh said sternly. And, of course, out loud.
„What?“, Murtagh heard Eragon's voice after a little pause.
Uh-oh, did I just said that out loud?
„Nothing, Eragon. I was just speaking with Thorn, nothing more“, he explained.
„Hm...“, was the only answer.
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It's so boring here, a seventeen-year old, blackhaired girl thought. She was sitting in her class. Math. Ew.
„Yuuki, you want to tell us something?“, her teacher snapped at her from behind. When did he go there? Wasn't he supposed to still be standing at the blackboard?
Yuu, say something, one of her two friends thought. But she could hear her. No idea, how, but she could. Her mother was able to hear other's thoughts as well. She had to promise her once not to tell anyone. And she didn't.
„Umm... No, I... I feel a little sick, that's all“, she said promptly. Her teacher furrowed his eyebrows.
„Really? Then you should better go home if it's too bad. Or“, he continued, getting his glasses into the right position again, „you listen, as boring as my lessons might be for you, Yuuki-san.“ His eyes shot sparkles.
„I may go home, I really don't feel that good“, Yuuki said cautiously. She hated it when he's using that ''-san''. Yeah, she was from Japan, but that didn't mean that he can use it. When her family used it, she didn't mind, that's okay. After all, it's her family and it's still a habit for them. Kinda, though. She didn' mind her friends using it as well, after all, they're her friends. And they were a bit interested in the culture from her land, as they are calling it. But she did mind the teacher.
„Do as you wish, Yuuki. And get well soon.“
She nodded, packed and bid good bye to her two friends, without the teacher noticing. No one knew why, but he didn't like that. Well, when it was in his lesson, like now. God knows why. They all didn't care, though...
OOOOO
At home, she immediately went into her room. Her parents were both at work, so she had the house for herself for now.
After packing her things out, she threw herself onto her bed with her beloved one. A stone she got from her best friend on her last birthday, when she turned seventeen. That friend is now studying in America, so they weren't seeing each other that much. Only from time to time, when he had holidays. She was really missing him. After all, he was her best friend and will always be!
Turning on her side, she looked at the stone like she'd never seen it before. It had a really beautiful colour. A deep purple. Maybe some blue, but mostly purple. After getting it, she searched for information about the stone. It was a chaorid, that she knew from her friend. But he didn't mention that it was said that the stone supports the concentration and that it's the ''stone of transformation'' in this world and from this one into other worlds. Interesting. Well, for her. Her friends weren't looking at that piece of information.
Sighing, she laid the stone aside, taking a book from her bedside table. She'd read that book a few times now, but never got tired of it. The title read Eldest. She just loved stories like that. With dragons, magic and all that. Or vampires.
She were reading the second book at the moment. Well... Yuuki began the second book again.
Opening it, she skipped the first few pages with the map and the dedication and stopped on the first page of the first chapter.
As she was at the end of the first side, she was confused. What had happened? The book wasn't beginning like that the last few times she were reading it. There was no way! And thinking of the way the first one ended... No, it just wasn't possible! She doubted that the author would write slash in that book. And then EragonxMurtagh. Really. No way.
She read it again and then just continued reading it. But no, it wasn't just that side being different. Even more confused, she looked at the title. Just to be sure. You couldn't be careful enough. But no, it still read the second book.
What the...?, was her last thought before she was eaten by a flash of light, taking her (and the stone) away.
Author note: Finished :D
Woah, it was kinda fun, writing that chapter, hehehe... hoping that there isn't any mistake anymore
Yumi hopes that you all enjoyed and want to read more of it! (You should pray for her creativity, then... Dx)
I'll work on it!
Till next time! (Hopefully)
@Ricadu: Haha, danke für deinen Kommentar XD
Wie du siehst ist Englisch auch nicht meine Sprache. Ich lese und schreibe nur gerne englisch XD
Deswegen freut es mich vor allem, einen Kommentar von dir bekommen zu haben ;)
Und, allgemein, einen bekommen zu haben... Danke! *dir einen Keks geb*
