Falling into Paradise

A/N: Ah ha! It's been less than a year since I last updated this. That makes me feel accomplished for some reason. Everyone thank weiss kittyn as she has yet again reminded me that I have been neglecting this story. Also, I ask that you please bear with me on this chapter. I had to explain a bunch of background information in order for the rest of the story to make sense. The next chapter's focus should return to Nagi and Omi and lean less on my OC's. So enjoy, you deserve to after waiting so long for me to update.

Chapter 5

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"This is Ilaeta," Faerin began, gesturing to the world about them with a slender hand. "And you two, are the saviors of Ilaeta." Nagi blinked, before glancing at Omi with a skeptical eye, the blond looked equally unconvinced. The 'Loshiniki' chuckled behind a hand at their expressions.

"Perhaps, I'm being a bit overdramatic?" Faerin questioned smiling. "Shall we start with a brief history lesson then?" The silver-eyed being took their silence as consent and began its tale again.

"Ilaeta is home to four major races; the Ishikamai, the Loshiniki, the Koromandi, and the Banparan. The Ishikamai are the so-called 'perfect people' they are the oldest race Ilaeta has record of, and while very powerful, for the most part they are very peaceful. The Loshiniki are beings like Gaika and I, spirit people who watch over the land and the animals, protecting them, and caring for Ilaeta as a whole. The Koromandi are a race, similar to the Ishikamai, with the exception being that they don't use magic. They firmly believe that magic is a tool only for gods, like you, and that the Ishikamai are evil for using it. The Ishikamai think the Koromandi are fools and weak because they cannot or will not use magic." Faerin paused to sigh, looking down at its feet before it continued.

"Then there are the Banparan. The Banparan are an evil race, they are a wicked, dirty people, with no morals, and no respect for the land or those who live on it. The Banparan enjoy killing, with out reason, they destroy the land, and harvest anything and everything they can, replacing nothing. They hunt the animals for sport, leaving the dead carcasses to rot. They are swiftly picking off the Koromandi, who will not or cannot defend themselves, and they are beginning to attack the Ishikamai as well." The Loshiniki stopped, still looking at its shoes, apparently lost in thought.

"Not to sound rude," Omi started softly, "but what's all this have to do with us?"

The Loshiniki looked up a little startled before smiling apologetically. "Forgive me, I nearly forgot the point of explaining the horrible state Ilaeta is in. Ten Centuries ago, Ilaeta was in a state not unlike the one our present world is quickly approaching, the banparan had nearly wiped out the koromandi, and it seemed imminent that the ishikamai would suffer the same fate. Ilaeta itself was in shambles, the forests had been burned, the animals killed, it was nearly impossible to find water, and everything was dying. The Banparan, under the leadership of their god, Muklashan, were preparing an attack designed to destroy all that was left of the other races, so they could claim Ilaeta as their own. In this dark hour, the gods of the Koromandi, the Loshiniki and the Ishikamai appeared. Konketsuji and Junketsu, they could not destroy Muklashan, but they locked him away and returned Ilaeta to its glory. According to the prophecy should Muklashan ever escape, Konketsuji and Junketsu would return, and this time Muklashan would be destroyed. I can only assume that Muklashan has escaped, it's the only reason you'd be here." Faerin gazed at Omi and Nagi evenly, a bit of awe clear in his expression.

"Wait, I don't understand, we're not gods, we're just people. We can't save your world." Nagi shook his head frowning, feeling confused, and even a little afraid.

"You can, you are Konketsuji and Junketsu, you ARE gods, and you will save us. In time you will remember and you will know what to do." Faerin stated confidently, there was no hint of doubt in his voice.

"How do you know we're these people?" Omi questioned, looking concerned and still doubtful.

"You have blue eyes." Faerin stated, as if this explained everything. Omi and Nagi both blinked in confusion, not understanding this logic at all.

"What?" Nagi demanded, "That makes no sense, what do our eyes have to do with anything?"

"Ilaetans do not have blue eyes, none of them, it is not a color for eyes to be. But I remember that part of the prophecy specifically, and Konketsuji and Junketsu both have blue eyes." The Loshiniki informed, smiling again, "That is why I didn't recognize you until I saw your eyes my lord."

"That's stupid." Nagi insisted, frustrated. "Where we come from lots of people have blue eyes. That doesn't mean anything. This is crazy."

"But here, blue eyes do not exist. Can you explain your presence if you are not who I say you are?" Faerin questioned.

Nagi opened and closed his mouth a few times. He'd nearly announced that they were assassins, and their transportation here was a fluke caused by the storm and the kiss. Maybe they got hit by lightning or something, it wouldn't necessarily be the strangest thing that had ever happened to him. But the thought of the kiss brought back the memories that had started it, the memories that he knew didn't belong to him. The love, the pain, the sacrifice, the fire, the lust, and the knowledge he'd seen reflecting in Omi's eyes. Was it really possible, were they some kind of reincarnations, and these memories that weren't his, actually belonged to Konketsuji? It was too much to think about. It was crazy. There was no possible way. But what if there was? This was giving him a headache, he began rubbing at his temples.

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The Schwarz boy was right, it couldn't mean anything and it WAS crazy, wasn't it? Of course it was. Hell maybe this whole thing was some weird concussion induced dream. Yes that had to be it. He'd run into that ally and when he tripped he hit his head and everything from that point on was a weird dream.

Then why did it seem so real? Why did he get the feeling that it might be true? Was he really Junketsu? He'd suffered from amnesia before, was it so unrealistic to think that he might suffer from it again?

Omi was startled out of his thoughts by a frightened yelp from the sky. He looked up to see the unicorn-pegasus, Gaika, returning, with two dark-haired people on his back. The one in front was smiling and the one in back appeared to be holding on for dear life. Omi had never thought it was possible for a horse to laugh, but Gaika was definitely chuckling as he landed gracefully on the blue and white sand. The being in the rear slid off Gaika's back faster than Omi would've thought possible, darting several feet away from the horse before straightening it's glasses. Omi tried to hide his amusement at seeing such a tall graceful creature scurry like that, it was like seeing Aya scurry.

"I do so hate to travel that way." The soft, but decidedly male, voice drifted from the bespectacled man. His long black hair, tied with bands in several places, swished like a rope against his back, and little tresses at either side of his face, brushed against his pointed ears, as he shook his head, glancing mahogany eyes at Gaika and the other creature in exasperation.

The person who'd been sitting in front made no attempt to hide his laughter, (he was obviously male) as he slid from Gaika's back He too had a long rope of black hair, but it was tied much more loosely with some kind of string, and his eyes, nearly crimson, were bright with amusement. He was covered in scars, most of which crisscrossed over top of each other; they were clearly visible on his face, and his bared arms, even his pointed ears had scars.

"Aw what's the matter Gondrel? Scared of heights?" The scarred man snickered at his companion.

"No, I have no problem with heights. Flying on the other hand is a completely different story." The bespectacled boy insisted.

"Right," The scarred boy replied with a knowing, if not dubious, smile.

"No, really, I don't-"

"Cross, Gondrel," Faerin interrupted the impending argument, quickly gaining the attention of the dark haired boys.

"There're some people I'd like you to meet." Faerin gestured towards Omi, "this is Junketsu," before gesturing to the Schwarz boy beside him, "and this is Konketsuji." The newly arrived pair stared in shock at the blue-eyed boys. Faerin continued, "My lords, this is Cross," he indicated the scarred boy, "and this is Gondrel." The Loshiniki pointed to the boy with glasses. "They are going to take you to the capital city, Ishikamairah, to meet the head priest Azzuraiah." Faerin finished with that overly pleasant smile that was swiftly getting on Omi's nerves.

Every one kind of blinked for a moment, before the silence was broken.

"What?" Cross shouted indignantly. "Faerin, we can't take them to Ishikamairah! We'll be killed! What part of banished don't you understand!"

"Cross, I understand your discontent with this idea," Faerin sighed, "but I cannot leave the forest to take them myself, and I need Gaika's help here. There is no one else I can ask, and they NEED to be taken to Azzuraiah. I will give you my ring and a letter explaining the situation, so you may enter the city safely. Azzuraiah will understand he will give you his protection."

"Who's to say we don't get killed before we even have a chance to show them your letter?" Cross demanded.

"I know it's dangerous, and I cannot guarantee your safety," Faerin replied gravely, "but if Konketsuji and Junketsu have returned, we have to assume that Muklashan has been freed. It wont take long for everything to be destroyed, unless we stop it, and the only way to do that is to take them to the priest who knows the prophecies, and knows what needs to be done."

"He's right Cross," Gondrel agreed solemnly, placing a hand on his companion's shoulder, before looking at Faerin, "We'll do it, we have to, for Ilaeta."

"We'll do it for Ilaeta herself, and not for the wretched, prejudice people who live on her soil." Cross insisted with a growl.

"Very well, you'll leave tomor-"

"Don't we get a say in this?" The Schwarz boy demanded, clearly irritated. "I still don't think I believe all this 'saviors' garbage."

"Perhaps your right," Faerin sighed, "perhaps you are not who I think you are, but if anyone can tell for sure, if anyone can prove it, it will be Azzuraiah." Omi glanced at the brunet who still looked unconvinced.

"I think we should go, what good does sitting around here do? Maybe this priest will have more information, or maybe he can tell us how to get home." Omi stated, looking evenly into the other set of blue eyes.

>FLASH>

"Konketsuji NO!" Omi felt himself scream, as he reached out a weak and injured hand for the long brunet hair that was racing away from him, racing towards great danger, danger that had been meant for him but was now after his love. He could do nothing to stop it, and that pain was far more unbearable than the physical pain that tore at his body.

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Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.

The word repeated over and over again in Nagi's head how dare they hurt his love, how dare they! They would pay, they would pay with their lives, he would kill them, and he would kill him. That coal eyed demon, that evil Banparan bastard, how dare he hurt his beloved Junketsu! He would PAY!

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Nagi gasped softly, stumbling back a pace as his eyes fell away from a lighter blue gaze. He took a moment to steady his breathing. That… flashback, for lack of a better word, had been rather intense. He couldn't recall ever having been so angry in his entire life. He'd been more than angry; he'd been furious, livid even. He'd never felt such an intense urge to kill, never been so freaking pissed that he couldn't see straight. It occurred to him again that he might not remember these feelings because they weren't his to remember, because the memories belonged to Konketsuji.

He looked up at Omi again, the blond looked shaken, as if he'd seen the flashback as well. Perhaps the Loshiniki with silver eyes was right, maybe there was some truth to the story of Konketsuji and Junketsu. He still didn't believe that they were gods; he'd seen what happened to those who pretended to be gods and he refused to suffer the fate of Este's elders, but he wouldn't deny the possibilities of reincarnation or spiritual possession. At the very least, he wanted an explanation for the weird flashback, and seeing this priest just might be the only way to get that explanation.

"All right Weiss," He murmured, staring into blue eyes again as Omi raised his head to meet Nagi's gaze. "We'll do it your way."

"Then it's settled." Faerin declared, "You will sleep here tonight, and leave in the morning. You'll use this time to regain your strength, you'll need it, I have a feeling this journey will not be an easy one."

Funny, Nagi thought turning away from the cerulean eyes that held his gaze, he had the same feeling.

TBC

End chapter five

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A/N: Okay, so my goal is to finish this over the summer. I make no promises, as this summer is going to be rather busy for me, but I want to try and finish this. How can you help? Review. Lots. Bug me, it makes me feel loved and guilty at the same time, so I'll update faster. Next chapter will start the journey to Ishikamairah, and the story should start picking up its pace from there. (Hopefully…) Oh and do let me know what you think of the OC's in your reviews please. Am I focusing on them too much, not enough? Do you like them? Do you hate them? Do they suck and are all Mary Sues that you wish to kill in a violent fashion? Let me know, especially on the Mary Sue thing, there are few things I hate more than Mary Sues, the last thing I want is to have my OC's come across that way. Umm… okay I guess that's all. With any luck I'll see you all in the near future. Bai.