Born Of The Gods

VII: Trial of Love

LAST CHAPTER!

He felt like death was near.

Every part of his body was on fire and wouldn't go away if he drank water or took a bath in cold water. Sweat poured from every pore and his bed was drenched. An eternal itch was under his skin, and no matter how hard he tried to make it go away by breaking his skin countless times or rubbing against the bed, it never went away. He knew what his fate would be, to disintegrate into a pile of ash, taken away by the wind. He was trapped into a painful world of suffering, just because his heart was unwilling to let go of Saruhiko. His heart beat faster every time he even thought of the Dolos-born, and it would almost leap out through his mouth whenever they kissed or were together intimately, no matter how rare those occasions were.

But Saruhiko had never loved him. Their whole relationship was based on lies and unrequited feelings. All those tender brushes of skin , the rare, but cherished smiles they shared, the passionate kisses under the light of the moon in his beloved garden, when his family was sound asleep. Innocent touches, that turned lust filled, because thats just how they were. All the plans of a family and eternal life spent together, no matter the obstacle.

Knowing all of that, Yata's heart still screamed for Saruhiko's own, trying to tell it to stop lying and become one. His heart ignored his mind and for that it now bled. It was slowly killing it's owner, didn't care if it would destroy itself. Would rather combust into a pile of ashes sooner, than let go of a love, that was never meant to be from the start.

And now, Misaki suffered. Suffered, because his foolish heart had made it clear enough - it wouldn't let go, until the end.

And people around him suffered too.

There was not a smile present on Tatara's face, as every day that passed, his darling child spent suffering. His own heart was breaking, as he saw his first-born slowly dying in front of him. He tried to put all his anger on Fushimi's fault, but deep down inside him, he somehow felt like the boy was suffering himself. Due to his Aphrodite side, he seemed to sense a suffering vibe from the cruelly deemed Dolos-born.

After all, falling in love is nobody's fault, but the cruel hand of destiny.

It had just passed the week mark, when Tatara came inside Misaki's room. The boy was still shaking in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead, as he tried to get some much needed sleep. The mother sat down carefully on the bed next to him, brushing his fingers softly through the drenched hair in a sign of comfort. The least he could do, was make Misaki feel loved as much as he could. Because that is what a family does.

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Saruhiko was fighting with himself. His mind was a storm and his heart was tearing in two. One half wanted to just run away and leave everything it had felt once behind, the other tried to jump out and run to Misaki apologizing for every word it had said. He tried to convince himself, that everything he had said that day was a lie, but he wasn't sure.

He had never been loved. He had come into this world as a product of a moment of lustful weakness. His family didn't care for him and never showed affection. He didn't know how he was supposed to live and was it even worth it. Once he had met Munakata, he had shown him that there were two sides of a coin. That hiding your emotions would bring a beautiful gift out. He taught him that life was never supposed to be a dark place, where harpies and demons reigned, but you had to fight through the darkness to reach the light. He doubted himself so many times in his life, and Munakata had always been there to lead him on the right path, like his father never could.