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[Ancient China] One Afternoon

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[WARNING: THIS IS MALExMALE FANFICTION.]

Having been created from the clouds by Huang himself, from water droplets to the being he was, Wan Yung had not gone through the stages of childhood. So everytime he saw a human child running through the streets in town, or even young animals staring at him from their homes, he wondered how it would be like to be a child, or how adults cared for their children. Little did he know that he was indeed like a child in a way, so innocent about the ways of the human world, that even his companion Lu Jien could testify to his being as good as a baby. However, the human had said nothing of the sort, and if he did, Wan Yung had not understood how that could be.

Sitting on a bench and waiting for his caretaker to finish dealing with a fish merchant, Wan Yung watched as a couple of kids ran by. They were playing what he had learned was called a game of tag, where one child was supposed to chase and touch one of the other children to switch roles. It was a wonder how children came up with these so-called games. But then, though he was blissfully unaware of it, Wan Yung lacked imagination. Neither did he have creativity. To him, it was a mystery how the simple minds of children could invent what Lu Jien called "fun". Because he had been made to be a fighting machine, a tool for war, for battle. His life revolved around fighting for gods and protecting humans. Even with such knowledge, he had no bitter feelings for his creator.

He felt nothing.

Watching those children chase and laugh and skip around the place, however, he did not find the act boring at all; compared to what he usually did when unneeded, a game of tag was indeed more interesting.

A small boy tripped on a stone and fell onto the ground. Wan Yung immediately stood up to help, but he stopped when he saw the other children gather around that one. They were talking, and another boy, an older one, stooped in front of the boy, his back to him. The younger child looked up at him in wonder, but the other child just talked and smiled.

The next minute, the older boy was carrying the wounded child on his back. Wan Yung watched them go as they went away, their playmates continuing with the game.

"Wan Yung."

The misplaced being with silver hair turned to the source of the voice. Lu Jien, the hermit with black flowing tresses, set an empty basket before him. The dried fish they were selling were gone, so they were done for the day. Wan Yung pulled the basket closer to his feet as Lu Jien sat beside him.

"What are you looking at?" the human asked him in good nature, and Wan Yung turned back to the two boys in the distance. It took a few seconds for Lu Jien to understand.

"Humans help each other, too, Wan Yung. Like those boys, see?"

The celestial soldier turned to look at him. Over these months, Wan Yung had grown to trust the man more, maybe because Lu Jien always treated him with respect and patience and never did he sense any malice in him. And for some time, Wan Yung found that without him even saying anything, Lu Jien could answer silent questions and unspoken bewilderments. More importantly, the man had helped him more times than he could count. Wan Yung respected the man as much as Lu Jien respected him.

Which was why he knew he could wonder aloud his thoughts around his companion.

"Do human children always carry each other like such?"

Lu Jien blinked and chuckled, looking at those two children again. "That kid's wounded, so his friend's helping him to a doctor," he replied. "That's what I meant about human kindness."

Wan Yung was silent, turning back to the scene. What would it have been like to be a human child? To play and to be helped? To have fun and to have friends?

Movement at the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned to see Lu Jien reflexing in front of him, in much the same way as that kid who carried his friend. He tilted his head, wondering what Lu Jien was doing. Was he supposed to be the injured one?
"This is a little embarrassing, Wan Yung, but let's just pretend you're injured for now, all right?" Lu Jien smiled at him, and the demigod's chest seemed to relax, and then get that tingling feeling.

Wan Yung climbed onto Lu Jien's back, the empty basket hanging onto his arm. When he was sure they were steady, Lu Jien stood up and started walking in the direction of their home. With Wan Yung's arms around Lu Jien's neck and the the latter's legs under the former's knees, they looked like a couple of regressed adults.

"I forgot you never experienced a childhood," Lu Jien continued, walking down the path to the woods. "It sounds trivial, but to be carried when you're injured makes you feel like someone cares, huh?"

Wan Yung watched Lu Jien's head, the long hair smoothly falling past his shoulders, the patient smile that was directed to him as Lu Jien spared him a glance.

"Doing this is long overdue for our age, but we can act like children once in a while. Right?"

Wan Yung laid his head on an arm, closing his eyes. He did have a friend, someone who had been teaching him to have fun during these months. Lu Jien was his savior, caretaker, and teacher, but most of all, he was his friend.

And just like all his thoughts corrected, Wan Yung thought...

Maybe one of these days, Lu Jien would break through the cold inside him.
Just a oneshot take on the relationship between my character Wan Yung and Lu Jien by :iconcount-irumi: It doesn't have a plot, but I hope you enjoy the fluff. :)

Characters and settings from our RP. :)
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curiouzkatt's avatar
"It sounds trivial, but to be carried when you're injured makes you feel like someone cares, huh?" This is very nice. :) It does make you feel better. Nakakakilig. haha