My Heart Within your Soul

This took me a little longer to finish then I would have hoped, but I had a bit of writer’s block. Hopefully I wont be running into any more of that. Now then, onto the fic!

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Golden Sun. I don’t own Alex, or Felix, or Piers, or any of the other characters that may appear in this fic. I wish I did; all those pretty, long-haired-boys would make man-love all the time for my viewing pleasure. But, sadly, they do not belong to me. Oh well.

So, now I’ve seen the impossible. It’s as if I’m dreaming again. In fact, I pinch the back of my wrist once just to make sure I’m not.

….Ow.

Okay, so I’m not dreaming. Yet, here I find myself sitting, staring in disbelief as that elegant form that I’ve dreamed of for so long start into the gym with slow, almost timid steps. Gods, he’s so beautiful, with such a feminine figure. A narrow waist, a curve at his hips, long hair that cascades past his shoulders, half drawn back into a rather messy ponytail, his skin like honey-milk and almost glowing in the overly lit gym.

…What I wouldn’t giv get get in his pants…

Is that what I’ve been reduced to? I use to be such a good bo-… well, such a less perverted boy. Alex must be really rubbing off on me. That scares me to no end. I mean, sure he’s successful, smart, polite, and well respected, but jeez! He’s sleeping – no, LIVING with a kid 5 years younger then him that is in no way related to him. Not that I have any regrets about his choice. I just probably wouldn’t have made it if I were in his position.

He sat only a short distance beside me on the bleachers. I so desperately wanted to reach out and touch him, just to make sure he was real; to make sure my eyes weren’t lying to me. I can’t help but wonder if he would slap me if I reached out and played with his hair. Never before had I wanted to run my fingers through those long tendrils of turquoise so badly; so curious to find out if it was indeed as smooth and silky as it was in my dreams.

I think I must have a hair fetish. That would explain my long hair – and why I’m so attracted to Alex…and Picard…and…

Piers glances towards me with those bright, golden orbs of his as he apparently took notice to my straying eyes and he smiles uneasily. I quickly turned my head downwards and tap my feet against the floor to occupy myself until I thought he was done looking at me, at which point I returned my gaze to him without actually turning my head.

Sure enough he’d returned to watching the teacher prattle His His hands are folded in his lap and his legs are crossed. He looks so girly. I’ll be he’s a submissive. Of course, that makes me wonder why Picard was always, always on top in all of my dreams. Maybe under all that hair and pretty, he’s really a horny beast like Alex and myself.

I find myself trying desperately not to laugh as I muse over the image of him wearing a frilly, pink apron and wielding a whip.


That’s pretty much how all of class went. I mean, me staring at Piers, Piers occasionally looking over, the teacher talking behind us. Good thing we have shortened classes today, because all we are going to do in all of them is sit on our asses and listen to the teacher tell us what our tortures are going to be for the semester. Not that it mattered to me right now, anyway. I was too busy undressing Piers with my eyes to pay attention to the time.

I wonder if anyone else saw me staring at Piers. Occasionally Adrian glanced towards me and he must have noticed my attention was clearly not on him. He didn’t say anything though. He just continued to tell us about all the sports that we were going to be doing throughout the class…or something. I can’t really remember what all he said, actually. Hell if I was paying attention. Although, I did hear him say the word ‘shuttlecock’. That’s about the –only- thing that I heard.

The bell is ringing again and class is over. It’s a really loudl, tl, too, especially when you’re sitting right underneath it in the gym where it echoes a lot. Briefly I wonder where Adrian keeps the baseball bats and seriously consider smashing up the bell. What scares me is the fact I probably would do it, too, if it weren’t for the fact that I’d get suspended. And probably fined. I might even have to spend a few nights in jail. Or go to juvi.

Now I’m going to be wondering all day whether or not I’d be tried as an adult or as a juvenial and I consider just hitting myself with a bat instead.

I just realized I was still staring at the spot that Piers was sitting before. He’s no longer there, he must have left already. I didn’t even notice him get up.

Reaching for my backpack which I’d sat on the bleachers beside me, I looked forward, only to jerk backwards when I found myself nose-to-nose with a face with big, golden eyes peering down at me. Piers is standing on the floor in front of me, leaning towards me. I wonder if it would be wrong of my now to reach up and touch that hair of his; I could probably blame it on him for getting so close to me if he decided to get mad about it.

“Is there something wrong with me? Please, if there is, feel free to say so now.”

His lips are moving. I don’t really hear what he’s saying. His breath smells good though. He’s close enough to me that I can actually smell the cinnamon on it like he’d just been chewing on a stick of gum.

It takes several moments before wordwords find my ears and I can remember how to speak. My lips part until I discover I don’t know what to say. I close them again, and this time think before opening my mouth to say something.

“What?”

His brows arch and within an instant he’s speaking again. “Or are you gay?”

My jaw drops and I blanch. His face brightens and he stands up straight.

“Gotcha!” He sounds so cocky now. Suddenly I feel like I’m staring at Alex. “You’ve had your eyes on me all of class. I figured you either hated me or were gay.” Piers sits down on the bleachers beside me as he reaches into the side pocket of his denim pants and withdraws a slip of folded, white paper which he places in my lap. “Could you tell me where my next class is?”

I take the thick, white square into my fingers and unfold the paper which is surprisingly unmangled after being inside of a pocket. Usually my schedule looks like I ate it and regurgitated it by the end of the day when I do that.

He points at the second class listed on the sheet of paper. It says he has orchestra second hour, in room ‘F5’.

“Do you know where that is?” He asked, looking for assurance that he wasn’t asking me a question that I couldn’t answer, I guess.

“Of course I do. F wing, room five. The F wing is down that way” I say, pointing towards the northwestern part of the building. “Go out of the gym and straight through the cafeteria, then go left until you see another hall going left, then go that way. Keep going and you’ll find F5. I l I look up at him and his brows are knit, and he’s reaching out for the slip of paper. He doesn’t look convinced.

“Want me to show you where it is?” A sigh slips past my lips. At least we have ten minute passing time, so I should have plenty of time to take him to his class then get to mine. That doesn’t mean that it’s not a long walk that’s quite a distance out of my way.

His eyes light up. This boy reminds me of a Christmas tree. I bet he’d kick me though if I put a star-shaped ornament on his head. That would be fun.

“Would that be too much trouble? I mean, I don’t want to be a bother.” I cahelphelp but smile. I guess it’s true that happiness and laughter and all that such is contagious. There’s no possible way to be angry around him. It’s a really strange feeling. He makes me want to sing, or dance! I’ll think I’ll just take him class though, instead. Yeah, that’s a much better idea.

My gaze drifts to the sheet of paper one last time. “Hey!” My eyes widen. What a streak of luck; I can’t believe it. “We have Painting class together, too. Fourth hour.” Wow, gym AND painting class with my dream man.

This year might not turn out so bad afterall.

We stand up and I show him to his class. He thanks me and walks into the room to get set up, and I turn around, about to leave when I realized that I forgot something. Turning around to the door once more, I place my hand on the doorframe and lean into the room, calling after him. “Oh yeah! By the way, my name is Felix!”

A few of the students already sitting down in class looked up at me and gave me startled stares. My arms folded behind my head as I turned and started off towards my own class; Math.

Oh Yeah, school is definitely off to a VERY nice start.

^_^ yay. Done-ness. I’ll be starting Chapter four as soon as I get inspiration. Which shouldn’t be long. I just need to read more fanfiction. I already have an idea in mind of what’s to happen. If things go according to plan there should be at LEAST 3 chapters left minimum. 6 more max. *nods sagely then goes off to read fanfiction*