#akayona fanfiction

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So, I just finished the rough draft for chapter 3 of my Yona of the Dawn fanfiction, and I'm crying y'all 😭 It's beautiful, it's hilarious, it's devastating, it makes me want to write more. I can't wait to share it with y'all when it's complete!

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Tipping the Scale

Yona finds out Kye-Sook's true intentions towards their alliance.

—A speculation on how the martial arts tournament will play out.

Note: Contains spoilers for chapter 180.

Yona gripped the arms of the throne when Ki-Ja willingly received yet another blow to the side.

Jae-Ha had been the first to compete, and the citizens had gone wild over his charming looks. His quick movements and precise hits had not only won the crowd over but had also won the match quite easily. However, during the match, Yona had noticed he left a few openings for his opponent, causing him to sustain a few injuries.

Next had been Shin-Ah. The audience had been wary once they caught sight of his piercing gold eyes, but he hadn’t defeated Hak out of pure luck. His match had ended in an instant, deeming it the fastest matches to end just after Hak’s intended one with General Joo-Doh three years ago. Despite such a feat, murmurings had spread amongst the crowd, who feared the amount of strength within such a slender young man.

As soon as Ki-Ja entered the arena, it was clear what Kye-Sook’s true intentions were. Just like with Jae-Ha, the audience swooned over his looks but immediately recoiled at the sight of his right arm. Ki-Ja were forced to hold back against his opponent, causing him to endure hits he could have easily avoided. It was worse than Jae-Ha’s match. Yona knew Ki-Ja could use his right arm to knock out his opponent, but he wouldn’t because he refused to tarnish the dragons’ reputation.

Kye-Sook took advantage of the dragon warriors’ immense strength. He purposely chose the order in which the dragons would compete, fully aware that each and every one would heighten the fear in the people. As a result, they were forced to restrain themselves and take a few hits.

And all Yona could do was watch, held back by the cold presence of the throne beneath her.

Question is, who was leading this alliance exactly—Soo-Won or Kye-Sook? 

After a few punches, kicks, and slams the ground, naturally, Ki-Ja won, face splattered with blood and bruises.

Zeno was next. Yona dreaded how the audience would perceive an immortal.

At the mouth of the tunnel leading to the arena, Zeno clenched his fists as Ki-Ja passed by. He had no fighting expertise, and eventually his opponent and the audience would notice why his injuries would disappear. And if centuries of life taught him anything, it was that humans always feared anything foreign. This wasn’t going to end well for any of them.

He took a deep breath once he was signaled to enter the arena. He moved forward, but a firm hand stopped him from entering the public eye.

He looked up, and his eyes widened. “What are you—?” he asked.

Hak merely walked past him, and almost immediately, the crowd erupted into cheers.

The legendary Thunder Beast was here. Some were excited to see him, having witnessed his continuous triumphs and unbeatable strength. They desired to see him in action once again especially since he hadn’t shown up for his match against General Joo-Doh. Others were disappointed as they wanted to see yet another dragon’s powers.

Little did they know that they did indeed have another dragon to behold. 

Yona let out a breath, and her heart thudded at the sight of her childhood friend. Just when everything was spiraling out of control, Hak arrived—just like he always did.

General Joo-Doh growled. “What is the meaning of this insolence?” he cried out. “I knew we should’ve locked him up!”

Kye-Sook cursed under his breath. He turned to the king. “Your Majesty, we must remove him at once,” he advised hastily.

Soo-Won looked down at his former friend with a look of indifference. Yona knew that he was equally unsurprised by Hak’s dramatic entrance.

“The citizens have seen him already,” he said calmly. “Removing him from the tournament will cause a public outrage.”

Kye-Sook bristled in anger, and Yona delighted in seeing the expression on his usually stoic face.

The alliance had been sensitive at first, but ever since they entered Hiryuu Castle, the odds had been leaning towards Soo-Won’s (or Kye-Sook’s) favor. Yona was restricted by every decision the royal advisor made, threatening her with her friends’ well-being in the process. However, she knew that she wasn’t the only one who felt powerless—so was Hak. He was pushed to the shadows because he posed a dangerous threat to the royal crown. He never hid his bloodlust towards Soo-Won. 

Though Kye-Sook had every right to fear Hak, there was another presence he should’ve feared as well. 

Having Yona sit upon the queen’s throne was deliberate. Once the citizens witnessed it, it placed her and King Soo-Won in a bind. Public opinion was easily swayed, and the citizens loved both King Soo-Won and Princess Yona. Having them joined in matrimony would make them even happier.

So, Yona took a page out of Kye-Sook’s book and took advantage of her place on the queen’s throne. She stood up and walked until she was clearly seen.

Hak’s large, comforting back was facing her, and she willed for him to look at her. It pained her heart to realize that this was the first time she saw him since entering Hiryuu Castle.

The crowd got even more excited at Yona’s action, and a dozen pairs of curious, confused eyes were directed towards her. She sought only one.

Hak looked back and caught Yona’s steady eyes. He caught the message swiftly.

Win, Hak.

He smirked. “With pleasure, Your Majesty,” he said.

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The so-called alliance is annoying me, so this is the result.

Hak has been prevented from taking extreme measures (stopped from killing Soo-Won twice), and I feel like the chapters so far have been leading up to him finally blowing up and taking some action. But not in the way we’d expect.

Thanks for reading! Feedback is appreciated.

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Disclosure - An Akatsuki no Yona Fanfiction

Summary: She would look up into his smooth complexion, hoping for advice and the friendship she always so desired, and he would gaze back, longing hidden behind his mocking expression; she would never quite understand what he wanted, and he was incapable of giving in. Wherein Yona realises hidden truths, and Hak embraces them. [AU; Hakona; Jae-Ki]

Chapter 3 Teaser: Inconveniences

Yona felt her hamstrings throb, knew her feet would soon wobble and she would be panting in exasperation, trying to get air, thus decided to decrease her pace, but before she knew what exactly was happening, the girl tripped. Her body surged forwards; only her reflexes allowed her to outstretch her arms in order to catch herself. The force thrust her body back a little, and out of fear, Yona decided to shut her eyes tightly, her face flushed for various reasons.

Just as she was catching her breath, having calmed down from the momentary shock of falling, the red-head gradually opened her oculars, expecting to see stalks of long green grass poking towards her orbs. Yet she was not granted such a sight.

Instead, her hanging head saw white; coupled with stitchings and marble buttons. When she thought about it, her fingers did not even feel the rough juiciness grass usually had to offer; instead, she felt velvety texture rubbing against her palm. And when Yona decided to raise her head, face still brimming with redness, her eyes wide and mouth slightly agape, she glanced into the handsome face of a man.

Or was it a boy? The contour of his jaw was edgy and sharp, smoothing out towards a visage that could be mistaken for Adonis'. Eyes the colour of a storm-shrouded ocean, raging with a mix of grey and indigo and turquoise somewhere in between, gazed back rather nonchalantly, with a strong and dark eyebrow raised ever so slightly in inquiry. His fringe spiked into long streaks the colour of burnished wood; or was it ebony? Maybe onyx? Yona could simply not tell, yet had to realise, upon closer inspection, that the entirety of his hair lanced around his head quite rebelliously, only semi-covering his left eye. His lips were pulled into one line of indifference, hands clasped behind his head whilst he had his legs bent. The boy – or man, but more likely a boy due to the Kouka uniform he wore, despite untidily, had evidently been resting on the lawn, enjoying the fading sun, when Yona had tripped over his legs and landed right above him.

It caused her blush to deepen; turning scarlet and making her heart pound within her ears. She tried to speak, but the mere sight of him simply mesmerized her. He was...perfection. Had she ever seen such a handsome man? Well, he could not match what Soo-Won had, so she believed, and it was not that she felt attracted... Simply surprised.

"Enjoying the view?" His meticulous eyebrow was raised slightly higher than before, his voice dripping with sarcasm; a dark, bone-rattling tone, but in all the good ways, for it had a feature similar to liquid velvet running down one's skin.

A/N: Chapter 3 is up - and as you can tell, we meet Hak! If it piqued your interest, head over to A03 or FanFiction.net to read the full chapter. :)

[zuura]

roads&trips #1

Summary= It’s summer, and it’s time for a roadtrip. An adventure where every bump in the road means a step closer to finding true love. [Modern Day, Roadtrip AU]

Pairing= Hakyona.

Rate= T+.

Chapters= Multichaptered.

Word Count= 2627.

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Hello Akatsuki no Yona fandom! Here's my first contribution for it, so sorry if it's a bit crappy and the characters are OOC and all that. I'm trying my best! Also, forgive any grammar mistake, since my first language is not English! Thank you for reading this, lovelies! Reviews are highly appreciated as well!

“If you don't know where you're going, any road will take you there” 

― George Harrison

It had been on a lazy Wednesday day, with the hot summer sun shining bright above in the sky, the birds annoyingly singing at the top of the trees, with sweat covering her whole body and face, when they had popped in with the idea of a road trip.

And Yona loved everything it involved.

Friends, vacations, time with her favorite people, adventures, and who knew what else.

But what made her heart flutter randomly, without reason, was the way she was informed about this idea.

She’d been in her room, lazily thrown over her comfy bed, staring at the lilac walls and white ceiling, thinking about life, love, Soo-Won. Everything that mattered a little bit of than anything to her. Her red hair was sticky with the heat, long up her waist.

It was getting kind of annoying with the time, but Soo-Won had said he loved it, so she needed to keep it like it was. Wild, red, everything she hated.

And then someone knocked. She sat up as fast as lighting, because maybe it was Soo Won and she was a mess, all red and sweaty and dishevelled. She quickly grabbed her hairbrush and tried to comb it, so it wouldn’t look as savage, but it was an obvious effort in vain. Sighing, she said, “Come in!”

But instead the one who opened it and appeared was Hak. Her best friend, since childhood, even though he could be the most annoying person she knew, irking her in every chance he got. It was just him, a constant teasing. But he was a good person, she knew, deep, really deep down.

His enormous figure entered his room, his usual expression that spelled ‘nothing’ all over his face. His black hair fell softly over his forehead, making his blue eyes shine brighter.

“Yo,” he greeted. It was actually a common thing, since they were practically neighbors, and her dad just happened to adore Hak in all form and shape. Soo Won lived at the other side of Hak.

“Hak,” she said, acting surprised of his visit. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, falling over the white couch. He looked too big for it, but she knew he loved how comfy it was. “The guys want to start a roadtrip, or something like that.”

Yona blinked. “What’s a roadtrip?” she asked curiously.

Hak rolled his eyes, before leaning in and putting his chin over his hand, which was supported  by his knee. His eyes and his smirk were mocking, which made her huff, “Do you really not know it, Princess?”

There was that nickname again. She still wasn’t sure if he called her it because she was the daughter of the Mayor of the city, or because she was as ignorant as a princess trapped inside a castle all her life. But it was a thing that had been going on between them for years now, and she kind of liked it that he only called her that when they were alone.

She scoffed, puffing her cheeks out and crossing her arms, avoiding his amused eyes. “No. Is there a problem with it?”

“I guess not,” he shrugged. “Jae Ha wanted you to come along, too. That pervert.” he whispered the last part, but she heard it, and she giggled.

“Really? I can go?” she asked, excitement already going all over her. Time with her friends was something she’d never deny.

Hak bit his lip, as if uneasy. “A road trip is about all of us travelling everywhere in only one van,” he explained. “No one knows what can happen, if I’m honest.”

“Sounds like fun!” she smiled brightly. It was an honor to be invited. Travelling with friends had seemed as a faraway dream, but now maybe her chance was here, now.

She opened her eyes to see Hak’s cheeks turn slightly pink, and he quickly looked away, putting his hand over his mouth. She frowned, worried about him. Was something wrong?

But before she could ask, he stood up, looking down at her, getting closer. “The ones going are Jae Ha, Shin Ah, Kija, Zeno, Yoon, and probably me and Soo Won,” he said. Closer and closer. “Are you sure you’re okay being the only woman? Travelling alone with a bunch of boys? Will your dad even allow it?”

“I don’t see why there should be a problem,” she frowned, putting her hands in her hips. What could be wrong with going with friends? She already practically lived with them, seeing them everywhere.

He opened his mouth like he wanted to object, but he ended up sighing out in frustration, giving up. His white sleeveless shirt was a bit sticky to his body with sweat, the weather of the Hiryuu City, the capital of Kouka, unbearing.

He lowered himself until he was face to face with her. “Do you want to go?” he asked again.

“Yes!” she repeated, her decision unwavering.

He sighed yet again, standing straight up, but still frowning at her. “You can be really stubborn, Princess,”

She huffed and turned around, gazing at the sky by her window. “Do you think Soo Won will go with us?”

She couldn’t stop thinking about how many memories she’d create with him, all the laughs and the feelings she’d get on this trip, with him. There was nothing she desired more than spent time with her loved one. She’d learned how to dance, too, so one day she could actually impress him. She wondered if she’d get the chance to show him her progress, as well. Because even if Hak had spied on her and told her she looked stupid and childish while dancing, she tried to brush off his opinion. She wanted Soo Won to like it, not him.

Yona heard Hak gulp behind her, before he said, “Umm… I don’t know. Probably. Why don’t you ask him?”

Yona turned around, surprised. She expected him to already know the answer, since both boys shared the deepest bond of friendship. But she was quick to brush it off.

“Do you think he’ll go if I ask him?” she thought out loud.

Hak put his hands inside his jeans pockets, shrugging. “I think he would. Why would he deny it, if you’re the one asking?”

She wondered why his face got redder, doing the same reaction as before. He didn't say anything wrong, in her opinion. Why would he be so embarrassed? Hak could be so weird sometimes…

She shrugged. “I will ask Father right now!”

He visibly relaxed. “Yeah, maybe you should.”

She smiled and passed by him, ready to go out and search for her dad in the house. But then a thought hit her, and she turned around. Now she was being the one embarrassed, her cheeks turning pink, unable to meet his gaze.

“Hey, Hak,” she said timidly, “are you… do you want me to go too, or will I be only a pain in the butt for you and the others?”

He blinked, taken aback by her words. But it was only a fraction of a second, as he immediately smiled and patted her head, like if she was a kid. “You’d never be a pain in the ass for me, Princess. And I’m pretty sure the others think the same.”

“Really?” she asked, looking into his eyes for any sign of a lie.

“Really.” There was none.

“All right!” she smiled. This time, she left the room and went looking for Il, who was supposed to be working on his office. She was going to force him into letting her go, and if he still didn’t let her, well, Hak had taught her an effective way of sneaking out by the window at midnight.

She heard him follow her, steps behind. She quickly reached the office of her father, her hand softly knocking.

“Who is it?” he asked from the other side.

Yona smiled. “It’s me, father!”

“Ah, Yona, come in.”

She did as told, smiling sweetly at Il. He was smiling back from behind his desk, which was full of endless piles of papers. But his chubby face was still shining, looking at her like she was a gem. It melted her heart.

“Is there something you need, daughter?” Il asked. “Oh, hello there, Hak!”

“Yo, bubbly man,” Hak greeted. Yona’s eyes twitched at the nickname, but fortunately her dad still didn’t know its meaning, after all this time.

“Anyways,” Yona cleared her throat, “my friends and I will go on a roadtrip!”

Il continued to smile, watching her carefully, as if analyzing the situation. “A roadtrip?” he asked.

Yona nodded eagerly. “Isn’t it amazing! It’ll be so much fun!”

“Don’t you have to make homework?” her father asked.

“It’s summer,” Yona rolled her eyes. “It’ll be okay,”

Il intertwined his fingers over the desk, resting his chin over them. Yona bit her lip nervously. Why was he taking so long to say yes? She was going to be friends, not alone.

“Who is going?”

“Jae Ha, Shin Ah, Kija, Zeno, Yoon, Hak and Soo Won!” Yona answered.

“All men?” Il asked, a bit of surprise in his voice.

“What’s the problem with it?” Yona blinked. What was going on with all those questions? Usually it was easier to convince him to let her do something, like going to parties or the beach. He was so over protective with her since her mother died so long ago.

“Uh… there’s no problem,” he said, “I was just wondering.”

Yona puffed her cheeks in a pout when she realized he was lying to her. Or at least, he was avoiding her question. But he seemed about to give in and give her permission, so she decided to let it pass as a trivial matter.

“So… Can I go?” Yona asked. The adrenaline of what might happened in the trip was making her unable to stay still. She was so excited, after all. Never in her life she’d got a chance like this.

“Well… at least Hak is going, so I know you’re going to be safe,” her father said, looking at the boy standing behind her. “Am I right, dear Hak?”

He stepped further and bowed his head. “I’ll protect her, boss,”

Yona stared, before smiling. Sometimes, Hak had his moments of actually being nice for once, and those moments were highly treasured by her.

Il visibly relaxed in his seat, “Then I can say you’ll be safe… you can go, daughter,”

Yona squealed and kissed him on the cheeks, “Thank you so much, father!” She was so, so happy. This day couldn’t get ruined by anything.

She turned around and left jumping. Now, she’d only have to pack and then everything would be ready for this adventure.

As always, Hak followed her close by. “When are we leaving?” she decided to ask.

“Maybe today at night or tomorrow at dawn,” he said lazily. “It depends, I guess. We still need to ask Soo Won if he wants to join.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” Yona asked, turning around to face him with the biggest smile, that one that always came when she talked about her sweet love. “Let’s ask him right now!”

She was ready to go, but Hak stopped her by grabbing her by the neck of her shirt. “First, pack your stuff. I need to lend it to Jae Ha so he can put everything in order inside the van.”

She pouted. “Fine…”

The packing was quickly done, thanks or not to Hak’s help, since she couldn’t decided what was appropriate for a road trip. And despite his constant teasing when he found her underwear drawer, in less than half an hour, she was already heading for Soo Won’s house.

Hak had left to go to Jae Ha’s house, which left her alone at asking him if he wanted to join. She was so blinded by the idea of him travelling with her, the chance of him rejecting never crossed her mind.

She found herself in front of the sky blue painted door. With her heart racing, she tried to fix her hair so it could look more adorable, but a part of her already knew it was for nothing. That damned hair of hers would always do the opposite of what she wanted -but then again, Soo Won had said he loved it.

She knocked, and in a matter of seconds, he was there, all handsome, with that fine smile of his, now only directed at her. His hair was tied up in a loose ponytail over his left shoulder. She was awestruck.

“Yona,” he said. “What a surprise!”

She smiled. “Hello!”

“It’s always so nice to see you,” Soo Won continued. “But is there a reason for this visit?”

“Well,” she said, turning dark red. She played with the hem of her shirt, nervous. “The boys and I… we’re going on a roadtrip… and we wanted to know if you’d like to come along…”

“A roadtrip?” Soo Won asked, arching his eyebrows. Sometimes, she used to forget he was actually two years older, and that he was going to start college soon, so he wasn’t going to spend as much as time with her as he did until now. Maybe that was one of the real reasons of why she was so desperate for him to go along.

“Yes!” Yona said, smiling, trying to keep her voice stable. “It’ll be fun, I promise! And we’re going to leave tonight or tomorrow!”

But as soon as she said it, she saw the answer in his eyes. Was he always this sincere with his expressions?

“Oh… I see,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Soo Won?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, Yona,” he said, still smiling, as her heart broke. “I’ve already started studying for college. I’m going to try enter the Ouryuu college to study Law, so one day I can success my own dad.”

She blinked, feeling her eyes itch with fresh, hot tears. “The Ouryuu college?” she said. “But that’s… that’s in the Kai State,” So far away.

He smiled apologetically, “I was planning on telling you and Hak as soon as I passed the exam, but now that you’re going…” he sighed. “And I didn’t feel like telling via a phone call would suit,”

“I-I see…” she said. A tight knot formed in her throat. Suddenly she didn’t want to go to that trip. Maybe if she stayed home, alone and eating ice-cream the sadness would fade away.

“I’m sorry for not telling sooner,” Soo Won said, “but I still hope you enjoy your trip!”

He put his hand over her head and ruffled her hair. Yona had to blink the tears away, if only not to show him her weakness. After all, for him, she was still a kid. If she wanted to impress him, she needed to demonstrate she was a woman now.

But what was the point now, if he was going to go far, far away from her? For five years? Ten years? Probably forever? Nothing was going to be the same now. And what hurt the most, was that he didn’t trust her enough to tell this sooner. She wasn’t worth his trust, or else he would have told her about his future plans. Just because she was still young and going to high school…

“Yona?” he asked curiously, his voice as gentle as ever.

Not trusting her voice anymore, she turned around and ran away, the sun hiding behind the mountains and painting the sky of a beautiful golden and red.

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An Earlier Heaven (Prologue): An Akatsuki no Yona fanfiction

Welcome to the beginning of my new WIP, the One Village AU fic that I’ve been excited to start for a while! This fic will follow a few generations of Dragons in the canon-alternative take on this question: What if instead of multiple dragon villages there was one? 

Please Enjoy the Prologue! 

Preview:

              “That is how brothers are, Abi! We love each other to death,” Guen chuckled, the merriness bubbling up from deep within his belly.

              “Annoying,” Abi said but Guen saw a smile tugging at his mouth. “Very well, I promise.”

              “As long as you have good liquor, you’ll see me,” Shuten promised him airly

                 “You have to promise me, that if anything ever happens, Gods’ forbid it, that you will come to my village.”

               The words were accentuated by wavering flame, the heady scent of drying herbs, and the familiar company of two dearest friends. They fell ancient and resonated like a long held oath that had yet to be put into words until that very moment. Guen had been meaning to bring it up, perhaps in what Abi would call a more “tactful way”, but Guen didn’t really do tactful. Even after all of his years in palaces and as a King’s noble retainer, no one could change the soul of a simple peasant boy and soldier that had always lived on within him. However with Hyun-Ki’s little head resting in sleep upon his lap, glittering baby dragon claws lightly curled in Guen’s pant leg, he couldn’t help but speak it out loud. (Hyun-Ki has been so excited to see his Uncles that he had worn himself out showing everything he could do with his little claws and even though the spark of pride still burned warm in Guen’s chest there was also something vaguely terrifying about how young his son was).

               Abi and Shuten sat silently for a moment, Abi running his hand through his hair while Shuten took another sip of sake. The din of evening light spilled muddled and red through the windows of the hut and fog that stretched like the silence between them. Winter had just passed, however spring had yet to completely take hold. The dreary weather leaving the ground still hard, muddy, and cold which met with the warming air in a chilled fog that swirled like a thick cool blanket that was not pleasant and could never be totally shaken off. The hut was well worn and well-used and filled with a comfortable warmth. His wife Eun kept it brimming with rugs she wove and spun, earthen pottery, and the fire stoked with food always bubbling away. Even pregnant with their second child, Eun was always on the move, and Guen loved that about her. And it felt right to have Abi and Shuten there in the house and place that Guen and Eun had built together with their knees in the dirt, rocks scraping their fingertips, and the whipping winter winds of the mountains upon their backs (even if one person was missing from their reunion, flickering far away with golden flame).

               It had been almost ten years since they had all sat in a room together like this. By chance Abi’s wandering clan had come to the base of the mountain, and Abi had taken the opportunity to climb it up and meet with him. Abi’s wife Hana and Eun had become fast friends, and Guen had been glad as for a few days Guen and Abi enjoyed each other’s company as old friends. Soon thereafter they were joined by Shuten. As if he were a moth drawn by laternlight and no longer able to bare it, Shuten had suddenly (but not completely unexpected) hopped half-way across Kouka to meet them, sailing on the breeze and into the village as if he were just as insignificant as a falling leaf. Shuten had immediately requested warm sake and had come up with a half-baked excuse of needing a place to rest before going to the sea, and Guen and Abi had accepted it easily and knowingly.

               “What brings this on?” Shuten asked him finally after finishing his drink, Abi just remained pensive as he gazed out the window to the side, a bandage still covering his eyes. Guen wondered what he saw there, but the vision of Seiryuu’s eyes was always going to be beyond him.

               “I just…I had this feeling, you know?” Guen answered. “We’re family, all of us. And I want to let you know, that no matter what you and your families will always be welcome in Hakuryuu Village.”

               “How would entire families fit together, we can barely talk without arguing,” Abi said with a tone as flippant as the summer breeze, but even Abi couldn’t hide the fondness there that made Guen chuckle and reach over (carefully as to not disturb Hyun-Ki) and give Abi’s shoulders a squeeze.

               “That is how brothers are, Abi! We love each other to death,” Guen chuckled, the merriness bubbling up from deep within his belly.

               “Annoying,” Abi said but Guen saw a smile tugging at his mouth. “Very well, I promise.”

               “As long as you have good liquor, you’ll see me,” Shuten promised him airly, however he could not minimize that raw feeling in his eyes that glittered with the crackling firelight betrayed the depth of feeling he hardly ever let slip pass his blasé facade.

               “If you ever see Zeno, you must promise to tell him so as well,” Guen said firmly, something like hurt immediately skittered across Abi’s face as he deftly removed himself from Guen’s embrace, and Guen let him go.

               “Do you think he would ever come see us without seeing you first?” Abi asked of him firmly, Guen simply looked back to Hyun-Ki and gave his hair an affectionate stroke.

               “I do not know if Zeno will ever leave Hiryuu Castle,” Guen said, his guilt seizing him as he looked upon his son. Zeno had been young too, until the end, when worry had been hidden beneath a warm smile. If only Guen had reached out to him then, but no—Guen had done all he could do then. “We left him there to deal with our troubles, perhaps he will not forgive me for it.”

               “If that were the only reason, and if Zeno were so petty, I doubt he would be the idiot we know,” Abi told him solemnly taking a sip from his own cup.

               “Weren’t you the one who said we would all meet again?” Shuten asked Guen. “What? Finally going back on that childish idealism of yours already?”

               “You wish,” Guen chuckled, tossing a persimmon in his direction, only to have Shuten catch it and flash a sharp-toothed smile.

               “Being cynical is Abi’s thing. Your grating idealism is yours, don’t ever change that,” Shuten told him with a splash of seriousness and humor in turn.  

               “I suppose you are right,” Guen couldn’t help but laugh. “But you both will promise won’t you?”

               Abi’s roll of the eyes, and Shuten’s pleased sip of sake stated everything that Guen ever needed to know.

               A week later both Abi and Shuten left Guen’s Hakuryuu Village, a promise and new oath born between them. After that, Abi settled down in a forested region, and Shuten found what Guen could only assume to be family in the far west. That was the last time either Abi or Shuten ever came to Hakuryuu Village, and even until the end Zeno never came to see what Guen had founded. However what Hakuryuu Guen would never know was, that promise would be the foundation of something bigger that would only flourish entirely after 2000 years world pass.

               It was only the start, but every founding needed to begin somewhere. 

[tensaiteki-kuroneko]

Teasing You

AkaYona Fanfiction HakxYona of course!

Genre: Romance/Friendship/Humor(tried!) Rating: K+ Summary: A surprisingly careless Hak and an unsurprisingly perceptive Yona. Spoiler Status: I think it makes much more sense after chapter 112, but there are no spoilers.

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Hak had never been the one to mind pain. Whether that came from the fact that Mundok was a dangerously sadistic grandfather or that Hak was a natural fighter, or perhaps both, didn’t really matter to the two people bent over him with disapproving eyes. He was slumped against a broad oak tree and was looking at them, visibly bored.

“Hak, don’t you dare get up, you’re injured,” said the princess, with her mouth twisted into a frown and eyebrows bent with worry.

“Just a scratch, princess; don’t trouble yourself over it,” said Hak, dismissing her concern. He tried to get up and was immediately shoved back by the two. A piercing pain ran through his chest and he winced.

“The wound took four hours to just stop bleeding. Do you know how scared I was, Raijuu?!” Yoon shouted at him, “how the hell can you go against a mob of insane nadai addicts without your Hsu Quandao? You’re ridiculous.”

“I’ve had deeper wounds and I’m ali-”

“Stop it, Hak. You’ve a deep gash and it definitely hurts. You’re not going anywhere. Sit here till dinner,” Yona lectured him effectively, “and we’ll do the work.”

Hak snorted. “You’ll do the work, princess? Really? Let’s not forget that time when you were asked to boil water and almost ended up burning the whole forest and -”

“Hak, shut up.”

“When you left the honey jar open and we had a bunch of wild ants attacking us and -”

“You’re so -”

“White Snake had nightmares for weeks after that, and”

“Okay, say whatever you want, just don’t get up, I’m-”

“Remember when you tried dusting Shin Ah’s wig and gave”

“I AM LEAVING!!” Yona marched towards her tent, stomping hard enough to block him out.

“- everyone a sneezing fit!”

Jae Ha, who had been watching them, jumped down from a hidden branch of the oak tree saying, “That was pretty interesting.”

“Of course, big brother, happy to entertain you,” Hak said bitterly, annoyed at his current predicament.

“Let me repay that favor, sweet little brother,” Jae Ha replied with an impish grin, “I’ll tell you about my exploits in the red light districts of Awa.”

“I’d rather not risk my sanity,” the former general retorted, his scowl deepening.

“Zeno can teach a few things too, of course, Zeno has been married!” Zeno added, appearing out of nowhere right by them.

“You’ve still not mastered the art of seduction, dear, you’re a lucky bastard and it is about time you put that body to good use,” said Jae Ha, sounding disturbingly sleazy.

“Why you two of all people?”

“Kija kun has left to pick up some mushrooms with the ladies.”

“And Ao wanted walnuts so Shin Ah has gone to find something for her!” added Zeno.

“Leaving us to take care of you here!” chirped in Jae Ha.

“I’m getting the snacks!” Zeno said, and clapped his hands together with the excitement of a toddler.

“Get Yoon’s spare bottles of medicinal sake too!” Jae Ha called out, making himself comfortable.

Hak eyed them helplessly.

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It had been over a couple of hours. The sun had set, and nobody was back yet. The camp fire was casting dancing shadows on Hak’s despondent face.

“Zeno remembers the time Jae Ha had hidden mister’s robe and mister had to sleep in the tent with the miss half naked,” shouted Zeno, happily, and Hak had an urge to knock him hard.

“Poor Hak wanted to sleep outside but Yona chan wouldn’t have it,” Jae Ha said, taking a sip and handing it to Hak, who passed it on to Zeno.

“And miss was so concerned that she offered to give him her spare dress.” Zeno drank up the remaining sake all at once.

“And Hak turned into such a bright shade of red.”

“And miss thought it was because of embarrassment of wearing feminine clothes.”

“Don’t do this to me, you two,” groaned Hak, massaging his weary eyes.

Jae Ha opened up the last bottle of sake they had and offered it to Hak, “Man up and have another sip! It’ll do you good!”

“I’m not going to take any chances with you two,” Hak grumbled, “move Zeno, Jae Ha needs to learn a thing or two about big brothers.”

“Noo,” Zeno muttered sleepily, “mister is kinda fluffy,” He stretched and sprawled on his legs.

“Fluffy?” repeated Jae Ha, and stared keenly at Hak. Hak was left a little unnerved. Unsurprisingly, Jae Ha broke out into a fit of giggles, “Hak is fluffy! The thunder beast is fluffy!”

“We’re back,” announced Yona as she appeared carrying a basket full of walnuts, “we found Shin Ah and stumbled upon a walnut tre-”

“Yona chan, you wouldn’t believe it! This man is fluffy, FLUFFY!” Jae Ha was rolling on the ground, tears of mirth falling down his eyes. He pointed towards Hak with a shaking finger.

Yoon was the first to notice the bottle in his hands, “You drank all of it? All? Where will I get more from in the middle of the forest, you idiots! It’s an antiseptic!”

Jae Ha replied, with as much composure as he could muster, “We’ve kept a bottle spare—er, maybe half, but anyway, love can heal all wounds, Yoon kun! Ask Yona chan to–”

Hak smacked Jae Ha with his unoccupied foot, and he went still and slumped over Zeno.

“Please get them off me,” Hak pleaded.

“Poor Hak,” Yona came up to him and patted his head, “doesn’t it serve you right? Stay like that till Yoon makes us some stew,” she said, her voice laced with unnecessary sweetness.

“I’m glad you spared this forest, princess.”

“Shut up or I’ll season your share of the porridge for you, Hak, and you’re not going to like that,” threatened the red haired princess, going off yet again.

“It’ll still be better than that one time you seasoned it seriously and exchanged pepper for salt, princess!”

However, luckily for Hak, being unable to move wasn’t that bad after all. It gave him an opportunity to unambiguously observe Yona as she went around the camp, helping the sober dragons put up a tent, serving porridge that Yoon made and bringing it over to him – without adding suspicious spices like she had previously threatened.

“I swear Hak, if you stare at her so intensely, anyone would think you’re mentally undre-”

“Shut up, Ryokuryuu.”

Jae Ha changed his position a bit and fell asleep again.

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“Thank you, white snake,” said Hak. Kija gave him a tired smile and walked off to the large tent, holding Zeno and Jae Ha in one hand each.

Hak took a deep breath, got up, still feeling a little dizzy, and staggered towards the woods.

“Where are you going, Hak?” called out Yona, pushing the flap of the smaller tent to a side and peering out.

“For a leak, princess. Want to accompany me?” Hak answered, almost reflexively, and watched Yona as her nose scrunched in disgust.

“Raijuu, stop teasing Yona so much,” Yoon chided him from inside, his hands busy packing their supplies. He sighed as Hak gave him a quick wave and went on his way.

“You shouldn’t mind him,” said Yoon, “He’s just entertaining himself - he is not used to taking a rest.”

“Huh?” Yona’s mind was occupied elsewhere and her eyes were still fixed at the bushes Hak disappeared into.

“I said you shouldn’t – oh, leave it, it is clear you don’t,” Yoon said, stopping for a moment, and went back to work.

“What I shouldn’t?” Yona closed the flap.

“Never mind, never mind,” Yoon shook his palm dismissively, “Yona, I’m going to bed now. Just do one thing for me, will you? If Hak’s would starts bleeding again at night, call me out. I suspect it is deeper than I first thought.”

Yoon moved across the tent towards the opening.

“Wait!” She squeaked, urgency apparent in her tone, “How would I know it is bleeding?” Yona asked the medic, turning redder each second.

“You don’t have to touch it the whole night, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Yoon chuckled as Yona blushed even deeper, “I would have made someone else sleep next to you but Kija is still tired and needs a good night’s sleep. Shin Ah goes out for long night walks and I cannot trust these drunkards enough.”

“It’s not that, Yoon. I am just – ”

“I understand, I understand. Just check for growing red blots. I mean, glance at his chest every few hours, or stare at it the whole night, if it suits you,” Yoon finished with a snicker and left the tent, leaving Yona alone to tackle her agitated heart.

After regaining her composure, she went outside. Shin Ah was just about to enter the neighboring tent.

“Do you know where Hak is, Shin Ah?” She asked him.

Shin Ah pointed right behind him, “He’s there, by the river.”

“Oh, okay, goodnight!” replied Yona and went back to fetch her archery equipment.

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The moon was shining brightly enough to light up her path even through the dense cover of trees above her. The crickets chirped and grunts of distant wild animals echoed through the forest. Yona had been accustomed to this, but she still clutched her bow tightly, somewhat afraid, and trudged along, stepping over twigs and dry leaves, trying to drown the voices that made her feel eerily alone.

She came into the clearing by the river side and stopped. It was a full moon night and the stars were breathtaking. Pearl colored light reflected off treetops and gave a magical gleam to everything in her view. The water was shimmering as it flowed gently. Right in front of her, she saw Hak sitting cross legged on the ground by the bank, with his back against a boulder. The glow traced his outline – his sharp jaw and his broad shoulders, his wavy hair that was of the same shade as the night sky, and his hands that were tracing the blade of his weapon. A faint shadow of sadness was peeking through his eyes.

“You’re here, Hak,” Yona said, probably more to herself than the person she was addressing this to. Hak simply hummed in reply. She approached him and sat beside him, putting her bow and arrow down.

“What is it about the Hsu Quandao?” She asked quietly. She peeked at it curiously. It had shallow cuts all over the place, each for every time someone had tried to strike Hak with his sword – tried to kill him; she could imagine the marks were memoirs of battles he had fought, for her, for himself, for their group, protecting everyone who had left themselves in his hands.

She reached out and slid her fingers over the staff, and her fingers brushed Hak’s hand slightly. Hak gave her an imperceptible glance, trying to decipher her actions, and she met his eyes and leaned back. Hak followed the suit and put the weapon right in front of him.

“It is wearing down, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” Hak said as quietly as he could, as if saying it out loud would jinx it.

“Is that why you didn’t use back then?” Hak glanced at her, a little startled by the fact that she caught on so easily. She was quite close to him so he turned back and stared at the flow, for the comfort of both of them.

“How much longer do you think it’ll last?”

“I don’t know, perhaps two battles if I’m lucky. Or one if I am not,” he tried to laugh.

“It was your first weapon?”

“Not really, it was given to me by the chief when the king appointed me as your guard back then,” Hak said, and added as an afterthought, “I wanted it to go down with dignity.”

“And you couldn’t bring yourself to use it against civilians,” she added, and Hak nodded.

“I shouldn’t have done that – I know, but everyone else was safe,” his voice shook a bit, “I suppose it seems strange to you, princess,” Hak said, unsure, covering his eyes with his arms, succumbing to the relief he felt after letting it out.

“It isn’t strange, why should it be strange? That’s just something Hak would do,” the princess replied. She reached out to push his hands away from his eyes, and settled right above him.

Hak, who was surprised at first, allowed himself to take in Yona’s sweet scent that calmed his nerves down and made his heart beat louder all at once. The light lit up her features and her hair glimmered. Water was gently bubbling in the background and Hak was caught in the moment.

Yona looked at him taking in his sweaty smell, his calloused palm that she held in her hand and his body heat that she felt could melt her at direct contact. As if entranced, she gently traced his arms to his shoulder blade and brought her fingers right beneath his chin.

“Hak, your breath smells a little like sake,” she whispered. Hak almost didn’t catch her words - he was mesmerized by her proximity – her breath and her lips so close to him.

“Is there a problem with that, princess?” He said, softly. Yona murmured a small ‘no’ and brought her face up to his, closed her eyes and kissed him.

Hak, startled, drew away instantly. Yona, dismayed, backed to give him space, but he freed his hand from her grip and held her waist, tracing it and bringing her closer to himself. He met her lips aggressively. Yona hesitated for a second, but she wrapped her hands around his neck and indulged herself further. She wanted to engrave his lips, the way his nose brushed on her cheek, tickling her  in her memory – and he was more than ready to yield to her.

She didn’t want it to end, they both didn’t, until she bent on him slightly and felt him pause for a moment in pain. She left the his lips – slowly, as if asking for a breath. Hak was feeling giddy despite himself, and was reluctant to let go, but he loosened his hold on her. Yona, however, didn’t move and sat on his lap, and moved her hand to feel his chest. Hak wondered if she could feel his heart beating vigorously.

“I should not lean on you.”

“It is not hurting that much,” Hak responded, but Yona wouldn’t take it.

“Of course it is,” she said, with confidence. She raised her eyes to meet his; they both looked at each other and turned away immediately. Hak was blushing as he turned his eyes skywards, she had noticed, and her flushed face was definitely not hidden. She turned away from him towards the river.

Not wanting the silent rubble of the stream fill up the pause between them, she changed the topic.

“So when are you going to get a new staff for it?”

“I am not really sure,” replied Hak, getting her hint and continued, “we’re running low on funds. I suppose I’ll borrow some money from my old man in Fuuga.”

“Come on, then, ” Yona replied, still staring down the stream, “let’s go to Fuuga. Everybody is exhausted, we could do with a break.”

“Back home?”

“That’s the only place that I can call home now,” Yona answered. She turned and moved closer to him. He took her into his arms once more.

“I am afraid I’ll get addicted to you, princess.”

“I don’t mind that,” she replied, gently tracing her fingers over his bandaged chest, careful not to hurt him.

“You seem to not mind a lot of things these days,” Hak said, with a glint in his eyes.

“There’s no reason to mind Hak, he’ll remain Hak,” she said, absentmindedly, with her thoughts elsewhere.

“Won’t the others be worried?” asked Hak, with his hands wrapped possessively around her.

“They have already slept,” said Yona.

“So, princess,” he drawled his words, “you surely don’t mind me teasing you?” Hak questioned, still feeling skittish, perhaps from the blood loss, the reluctant sip of sake he took or the lingering sensation of Yona’s gentle fingers.

“I can always shut you up,” she said, firmly meeting his eyes, making it clear that she knew to what he was getting at.

“Oh really, princess? There’s not a single time I can recall when you have given me a - ” He was cut off by Yona kissing him, fiercely. He kissed her right back, but Yona broke off.

“Do you mind shutting up, Hak?” She asked, panting and blushing, but willing to hold her ground.

“No,” he mumbled, his eyes clearly indicating Yona’s decisive victory in this round. It didn’t faze him for a moment – he brought his lips down on her and she complied.

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“I’m worried now, Shin Ah, where are they?” spoke up Yoon, not being able to sleep. Jae Ha was sleeping soundly next to him. Shin Ah got up and looked through the tent.

“They are by the river…” he said, lying down right back and turning away from him.

“What are they doing?” asked Yoon, observing the urgency of his actions.

“…”

“…”

“…”

As soon as realization hit him, Yoon grinned and took out a finger out of his blanket to poke Jae Ha.

“The ship has sailed, Jae Ha, we won the bet.”

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Here is my first contribution to the fandom! I have been working on this throughout my finals. I have been too busy to read or write stories for the past few months, so my grammar may be a little misplaced at times. Sorry about that - I’ll correct my mistakes as soon as I spot them.

Hope you enjoyed it! I’ll put it up on FF and AO3 once I get time. Please review.

This was okay, right? Right? Riiiiight?

Thanks for reading! :D