Haruki pt. 6
#6 of Haruki
The sixth part of the story. Sorry for the long wait. I finally got a laptop, so hopefully the chapters will come quicker now.
On a minor side note, I have considered getting this story printed, and offering them for sale. There will be a custom cover, some content not in the posted chapters, and maybe a few chapters that would not be posted on here (not to mention the numerous typing errors), along with a few other things. Would anyone be interested in this? Please comment on the matter.
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I woke up with my leg still propped against the low limb of the tree. At first, I did not remember the previous night's happenings. Then I licked my lips, and it all came back to me.
Beating off with my brother; how pleasurable it was; how I wanted to wrap him in my arms and screw him all night, shove my knot into him as hard as I could...
Telling Akakios I love him...
"Oh, Gods..." I moaned, feeling my cock begin to throb as I thought with horror at what I had done. I opened the mental link to my brother, but could not feel his presence.
"Akakios?" No reply. Thinking he might have taken the amulet off to bathe, I kept the link so I knew when he woke up, and decided I might as well clean myself up, also. My semen from last night had mixed with the sand from the desert and dried into a nice little crust where ever it had landed on my body. Grabbing my sword, I walked over to the little pond and washed the handle off, getting rid of the fecal matter that was kind enough to cling to every little nook and cranny. After doing this, I slowly walked into the water, letting my body get used to the surprisingly cold temperature. After walking so that the water was up to my chest, I inhaled and dove under.
Surfacing, I rolled over onto my stomach and floated in the water, feeling the sun warm my back. Opening my eyes slowly, I looked at the bottom of the pond, watching a few fish swim lazily, wondering how they stayed alive.
No longer able to hold my breath, I rolled over to float on my back and let the water embrace my body, reveling in its comfort.
As I was floating around, my head began to feel rather odd, as if I had been knocked out, and was just waking up. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from the connection with my brother.
"Akakios?" I heard him moan softy. "Akakios, it's me." He still did not answer. "Akakios, damn it! Either answer me or I swear to Ahriman, I will come find you, and you will regret it!" I yelled, only belatedly realizing I had no idea who Ahriman is, or how I had just talked to my brother.
"Haruki... help..." he mumbled, softly. I could tell he was disoriented.
"What happened?" I could not prevent my growing panic from transferring through the mental connection. Something had happened to my best friend, my brother.
My mate...
"The village was attacked during the night. I could not see who did it."
When asked where he was, all he could tell me was that it was too dark to see, and cold; his hands were tied about his head; and he heard moaning from other people around him. None of them had said anything, so he could not tell who it was. I told him to try to stay calm, and I will try to find him. I finally had an idea of who was attacking the village.
Not knowing what to do, I decided my best option would be to find a way to contact my uncle. I could not believe that Beowulf, who raised me since my father was always busy as the Alpha of the pack, had betrayed everyone the way he did. The more I thought about him, the more memories flooded my mind, until I was tearing up with sadness and anger. "Damn you, Beowulf."
"You think you're the first to say that?"
Gasping, I whipped around and growled at my uncle, who had materialized right behind me.
Smiling, he took a step back and crossed his arms. "You think you are the first one to say that? You are not; nor will you be the last. A waste of time. I am already damned."
"What have you done with my brother?" I asked through clenched teeth. I could not help but feel repulsed at my uncle; not only for what he had done, but also for the fact that his eye sockets appeared to have maggots in them.
"Akakios? I have done nothing with him." He said, a questioning expression appearing on his face. "Does your connection with him no longer work?"
"Bullshit! I know you are the one that has been attacking the village, killing members of the pack. You are the one who kidnapped a bunch of them and chained them up!" I yelled.
"I attacked the village, yes. I killed the members. But I did not touch your brother, Haruki. I may no longer be a member of the pack, but he is still my nephew. I would never hurt him."
It took me a moment before I could respond. "What about what you did to me?"
"That- is something I cannot explain right now. You will found out soon enough."
"I am done with your lies and secrets. I have to find my brother." I said, and turned to walk away. Beowulf grabbed my arm, however. "How can you touch me? My amulet is supposed to stop evil spirits."
Beowulf chuckled. "I am too powerful for a simple talisman like that. I am blessed by a God, evil as she may be." He released me. "You will never find your brother on your own. You two love each other, on a level deeper than brothers. Therefore, you two have a connection that is unique to mates. A small piece of his soul resides in you."
"How? We have never had sex with each other. We just- did you just call him my mate?" I asked, shocked. Did he know?
"I watched you last night. You may not have physically touched each other, but your actions were actions of love. Love shared by lovers; mates."
Thinking for a moment, I decided I had nothing to lose. "Fine. What do you have to do?"
Smiling, Beowulf stepped forward until he was right in front of me. The smell of rotting flesh filled my nose, and I had to stop myself from gagging as he gently rested his hands on the side of my head and slowly leaned in. I tried to fight him, but it was pointless. Beowulf forced my head down, and he rested his forehead against mine. I heard the impossibly deep voice resonate inside my head, chanting some unknown language.
My vision blurred, and I began to see my brother. He was chained to a stone wall, his back facing away from it. I could see gouges on his back, where it appeared he had been whipped. He was crying softly. I tried to speak, but could not. Beowulf had complete control.
He made me turn from Akakios, and survey the room. I felt him sigh, and again my vision blurred. I opened my eyes, and shoved my uncle back just in time to bend over and vomit without hitting him.
"Your brother is in the sacrificial room of my master's temple. The best thing you can do is mourn your brother's death now, and forget saving him." My uncle said, sitting down on the sand beneath him.
"I do not care what you say. I do not follow your god; nor do I fear her. I am getting my brother back." I turned and began to gather my things. I quickly checked my weapons - spear, dagger, sword, and a bow with several arrows - for wear, and shouldered my pack.
Beowulf spoke in that deep voice he had used to address the shadow-follower just the day before. "You will die. No mortal weapon can kill The Evil Spirit. She will never even let you enter the temple. She was weak when I found her, but she has grown in strength since then. The killed pack members were sacrifices; their souls offered to her to give her strength."
"Why should I believe you?!" I shouted, "You took advantage of me, stole my position as the next alpha male, and killed twelve pack members! And do not hide behind your precious 'Evil Spirit' god!"
When Beowulf spoke, it was with his normal voice. "There is more than one god, Haruki. Do not forget that. And for reasons I do not know, you are a great interest to them. The Evil Spirit is not happy with the other deities. Do not ask me what the plans are. I cannot tell you."
The fact that Gods had an interest in me was a huge shock. That was no where the top thing on my mind, however. I could not let my brother, my mate, become a sacrifice to an ancient evil bitch god with anger problems.
"Look, you can either help me get my brother out of there, or I can go alone. That choice is yours. But I will not forsake him."
I nodded.
Sighing. My uncle hung his head. "Very well. I will come with you."