#infinteshipping

[celticdoggo]

Day five Wish/Hope

Jugo stood in the temple of Aphrodite. It was the day of his coronation and he had less time by the second. He coaxed himself into looking down at the worry stone in his hand. Mamoru had given it to him for his birthday sometime ago. It was smooth and blue with flecks of green. He remembered that at the time he had asked Mamoru if he had meant to get one that matched Mamoru’s eyes. The resulting blush had sent him into a giggle fit.

He ran a finger over the newest part of the stone. It now had a deep scar on the front. His eyes slid shut as he remembered how it had happened.

“Stop Mamoru please,” he begged running into the room as he ran towards his corrupted best friend. Mamoru whirled his mask now covering his whole face and swung his spear at him. Jugo gasped and tried to leap back. The spear should have made a deep painful cut but the worry stone took the blow and was launched from a pouch near his heart.

It skid across the floor. Mamoru stared after it but his mask hid what he was thinking. The two clashed and he had made sure Jugo had….

‘No don’t think about that,’ Jugo told himself pulling his mind out of the memory. He looked back down at the stone. Gently he set it on the altar and lit a stick of incense. Normally, on the day of coronation, the soon to be king would pray to Jupiter, Mars, Juno, and the various household gods only to prepare. Jugo had paid off his guard to let him stop here.

He prayed to Aphrodite. “Please,” he wished eyes closed hands clasped, “this is all I have left of the love I wanted and wished for. Please let Mamoru and I met again. Please let us find happiness.” A breeze blew through the temple it smelt of Mamoru, of the summer meadows he trained in for hours on end with the beasts and his sword. That they laid in and connected the stars on warm nights. That, before all of this had happened, Mamoru had given him his first k…

The sound of teardrops hitting stone stopped his thoughts. He sniffled and wiped his face on his hand. He bowed his head a final time and left the temple to head to his coronation and eventual wedding to someone he never met. He felt his mind become fuzzy as he blocked it all out. Everything would be ok.

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Judai was sitting in his dorm with his new friend as they looked at each other’s deck talking and laughing. Johan had said something that had sounded so funny he collapsed against the other boy laughing. He could vaguely smell what reminded him of the meadows near his house during the summer. Some tears came to his eyes and for some reason he didn’t think they were from laughter.

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[spiritsncrystals]

Okayyy let me share a theory here

While yubel claims that she doesn't remember what occurred in the darkworld nor caring about what occurred when here's my opinion on it

That's all a lie

There are two reasons why she would lie like that

The first is that she still holds a massive grudge against johan due to what happened in 130 AND because well he is shugo's descendent and everyone knows how yubel felt about mamoru. I also think she cares immensely about what happened as it effectively seemed like the past had repeated itself with johan being so close with judai (because y'know infinteshipping)

The second reason is that well she wants to just mess with johan's head but yet gain a little information on him because well

She probably wanted to know his reasons for wanting to protect judai when in jealousy and spite she says well you are not allowed to be his bf (screw the dialogue let's use the edit here ty bella for making)

It's also once again because he decends from mamoru and he's showing protector instincts

So basically this really all a lie because she does NOT want to tell mamoru's decendant the truth

I probably over complicated this but thanks for listening to mah gay af theory *drops mic*

[spiritsncrystals]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7tpEo-jZ28w 

i have an idea for infinteshipping along the lines of this song (i prefer the piko cover so hey) to me shugo is like an angel who has just lostly been found in dark world (as the people of the gem knights sent him) he obviously meets jougo but like he see’s him with yubel (the mask thing) so basically he decides to kind of change insert the light of destruction here when jougo finds out he’s very sad until sendou appears (this is my twist) he feels sendou is shugo (duh) and bless the love then (here’s the hard bit) maybe one of the hench men goes and betray’s jougo and hurts him sendou see’s this and since he technically is shugo so in order to let jougo his prince live shugo goes le poof leaving his mask behind leaving jougo very sad until 

they both reincarnate as judai and johan

this took forever XD

[celticdoggo]

Day 4 Gift

Mamoru hacked up blood from where he was hiding in the sewer. He hugged his stomach that held a gaping hole in it from that Dove’s damned Quineqe. He felt his body trying to heal but he didn’t have enough energy.

He stiffened and whirled towards the footsteps sounding through the sewer tunnel. “So I was right then,” said a junior investigator. He removed his helmet to reveal his friend Jugo. Mamoru whimpered at the sight of him.

“Jugo please you have to leave,” he insisted, “please I’m not safe for you to be around. I have to protect you I..” He was cut off by Jugo pulling him into a hug. “I knew from the start you idiot,” he shouted tightening his grip, “I was playing dead when we were attacked. I heard your whole inner struggle about eating me.”

Mamoru was stunned into silence before he started to cry. His vision was getting fuzzy. “Jugo you need to leave,” he insisted his kakuja withering with a human scent so close, “I’m afraid I’ll eat you.” Jugo stared him down then ripped his uniform in the front and pressed his face into he’s neck. “Go ahead.”

Mamoru froze. “Jugo do you even know what you,” he was cut off by his face being pressed closer. “I’m wounded Mamo,” he said tears falling into blonde hair, “I’m probably going to do anyway. Go ahead and eat.”

Mamoru sniffled and kissed the skin gently before tearing out a chunk. Jugo never screamed but he tensed up. Mamoru cried tears mixing with blood as he felt Jugo’s hand rub soothingly through his blonde hair. His friend slumped in his arms eyes closed. “Thank you for this gift of life Jugo,” he said, “now let me give you one.”

He picked up Jugo and carried him out of the sewer blood from them both trailing behind. “There they are!” Footsteps barreled towards them as Mamoru smiled sweetly down at Jugo’s slack and peaceful face. “I’m sorry I wasted the precious gift you gave me.”

SNKIT!

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[celticdoggo]

Day three Touch/blush

It always started with a touch

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Mamoru collapsed outside the castle leaning against its wall. It was too hot to be traveling. He felt like he was dying in this heat. Once again he wiped at his face with his sleeve and took out a flask only for the flask to be empty.

He got to his feet with a frustrated huff. He threw out his arms. “WHY ME GOD,” he shouted and cocked his head as a small yell was heard. He looked up higher to see….. someone’s bum connect with his head.

He lay on the ground the world spinning while the bum and the person connected to it fussed over him. “Oh I’m so sorry,” they said, “I thought I could keep my balance. Are you ok?” Mamoru came to to see a beautiful young man with short brown hair and chocolate eyes.

“Are you an angel,” he asked dazed from the blow earlier. The boy blushed and laughed. “No no my name is Jugo,” he said, “I’m the prince of gentle darkness. Who are you?” “Mamoru,” he replied still staring. “Well mamoru how about I take you to get a cool drink as an apology,” he said pulling him to his feet and towards town.

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Every lifetime after and before started with a touch.

Sometimes the touch was gentle.

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Sam huffed as he ran towards the monastery. He hated the boring lessons there but as a peasant it was monk or nothing at this point. Along the path he spoted a gorgeous brunette from the village that had just arrived. He slicked back his hair and stepped over.

If he was going to be a monk might as well have some fun now right. He came up behind her as she washed clothing in the river. “Hey there,” he said startling her a bit and she toppled forward into the water.

They both made a shocked noise and he dove in after her. He grabbed the shocked body and Mamoru lifted Jugo up out of the water. They stared at each other. “Oh your a girl this time,” he said to Jugo lamly. Jugo smacked his chest. “Shut up you jerk,” he shouted but kissed his cheek, “my hero. Now help me finish the laundry you just ruined.”

Mamoru smiled and set him on the bank. “By your command my queenOW!” Jugo have him another good whack for that comment.

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Sometimes it was too quick to do anything.

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Demetri ran to the top of the ship. He wouldn’t make it to a life boat and he doubted there were any left. “Help,” a man shouted holding on to a board that was coming loose as the ship broke in two.

Demetri grabbed the man’s hand and yanked him up to grip the metal railing with him. Jugo, deep down being happy he was saving mamoru this time stared into his eyes sadly.

“Wow,” He says his tone colored with a misxture of happiness and sadness, “we would meet now wouldn’t we?” Mamoru let out a sob like sound as the metal gave a bit with the weight of both of them.

Mamoru looked down at the churning black icy water blow them and the bodies already floating up. “Don’t do any foolish sacrifices,” Jugo said, “we are both going to do whether right now or a minute later. Unsinkable indeed.” The two shared a look and the old souls let go together. Mamoru wrapped his arms around his love and they slammed into the water.

The cold shocked them both into inhaling a lungful and they sank. Down down down. In each other’s arms.

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Sometimes it was early but all they could do.

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“Here she is,” said a loud thing. Jugo wailed loudly. It was all he could do really being only a baby, or he guessed she again. She was placed in the arms of a haggard but happy looking man before being shown to a tired woman. They smiled at her but she scrunched up her tiny face. Mamoru has been with her, where was he.

The cry of another baby filled the room and a baby girl was now next to Jugo. They were both quiet now that they were next to each other. Mamoru bapped her tiny fists against Jugo who giggled. They could make this work.

The years for the twins weren’t kind though. They never really saw anyone outside of being siblings. They had the odd friend but no lovers. They would sleep in the same bed. Jugo realized that the myth was true.

Star crossed lovers were reborn as twins.

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Sometimes it hurt.

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The moment she heard the clatter from the alley Elizabeth Stride tore down the streets of London hiking up her skirts. A man thundered after her. He was laughing lowly before he cornered her.

“Aw poor pretty thing,” he cooed at her brandishing a long knife, “nowhere left to go.” He brought the knife down and slit her throat. He hacked at her wrists and beat her legs with the blunt side.

She gurgled around the blood bubbling up. The man stepped over and began lifting her skirts. She prayed to God that she be let into the gates after this. His hand touched her belly as he raised the knife.

There was loud clattering of metal.

“No,” Mamoru whispered and farted forward desperately trying to stop the bleeding around Jugo’s neck, “oh God I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Oh God oh God oh God.” Jugo shakily raised a hand and grasped Mamoru’s tightly. His eyes the only way he can combat that he forgave him.

Then all life and light left him. Mamoru let out a sob then jolted to life at the sound of coppers. He grabbed his knife and after rearranging Jugo so he wasn’t as provocatively posed as his last victims. The murder ran off into the night as Mamoru faded from the ripper’s mind to wait until his journey back to his love.

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Sometimes it was just a brush.

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Officer O’Connel stood at the door of the house. No one answered. He knocked for a third time and a crash was heard. He drew his weapon. He kicked the door in to see too terrified children.

He gestured for them to run and they fled into his partner’s arms. He heard a scuffle from the kitchen. “YOU BASTARD,” a woman screamed and he ran to possibly protect the woman from her abuser.

He was shocked to see a cowering man instead as she beat into his face with a bat. “YOU TOOK MY POKER MONEY FOR GREEN BEANS,” She screeched and he grabbed the woman tackling her to the ground.

As she screamed and struggled he recited Miranda’s rights while he attached handcuffs. Back up arrived with an ambulance. They took away the woman and he approached the man. “Hey are you alright,” He day approaching slowly and speaking calm and low. His hand brushed against the man’s shoulder.

He flinched away and Jugo stared at Mamoru tears in his eyes. It took a long while to coax him into letting Mamoru walk him to the ambulance. Longer still for anything past a gentle squeeze of his hand as they watched the now happy children play.

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Sometimes though, it was just perfect.

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”My name is Johan,” he said holding out his hand to the boy in the red jacket. The boy smiled and took it happily. “I’m Judai,” he said.

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[celticdoggo]

Day Two Firsts

“You’ve never had a kiss before?”

Jugo turned red and smacked his friend Mamoru with his schoolbook earning him a satisfying grunt of pain. The eight year old merchant’s son huffed loudly as Mamoru rubbed the new sore spot on his head. “So what if I haven’t,” he says, “father said I had to wait for my wife someday anyway.” He looked down at the water below the dock the two were sitting on.

The two made quite the pair. A wealthy merchant’s only child dressed in luxury and the dirty cabin boy dressed in clothes that were always a bit greasy no matter how much he washed them. If father ever caught him with Mamoru, he would certainly be punished but he liked the other boy.

They had met at these docks many times when Mamoru was ashore and Jugo was out of school. Jugo had taught his friend how to read, some math and in turn Mamoru taught him about the sea. It was always fascinating to hear what went on aboard the ships his father owned. “Someday I’ll have my own ship and I’ll sail wherever I want. Of course I’ll take you with me to.” Mamoru would always say bumping their shoulders.

Today was Mamoru’s last day ashore before a five month long journey from here in England to the new ports in Puerto Rico. Mamoru finished rubbing his head and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a strange looking golden coin tied with a bit of worn down twine. “This is my good luck charm,” he said holding it out to him, “I’ve worn it on every ship of ever been a board and I’ve always come back safe because of it.” Jugo admired it.

The necklace was rather pretty in a simple way but he was startled when Mamoru began to tie it around Jugo’s neck. Jugo looked at him confused. “What are you,” he started to ask. “It’s a promise,” Mamoru said, “that I’ll come back for you and maybe we can do something about that kiss.” Jugo went red again but pulled his friend into a hug.

Mamoru left the next morning on his boat. Jugo waited for him at the docks for a good while. He never came back. Word came back that the ship had been attacked by pirates. He didn’t know if Mamoru had been captured or had died but he hoped he lived. Jugo never forgot their promise. He wore the necklace beneath his clothes every day. Sometimes he’d stare at it and wonder if the little coin really had been Mamoru’s good luck charm and if he had been wearing it he might still be here.

The years went by and soon Jugo was nineteen. His father’s faithful service to the crown meant that they now lived in on of their island colonies as his father was appointed governor. Today he had been introduced to his fiancé. She was a nice girl but neither of them held any interest in each other. Jugo sighed as he sat in front of his mirror in his bedroom. He missed Mamoru.

Suddenly his large windows to the balcony flew open with a gust of wind. Jugo whirled drawing a poker from the fire as his sword was downstairs. Then stopped in shock. The man from the window swept him up into his very first kiss. The one he’d been saving for Mamoru’s return someday. The one they promised to each other.

Jugo yanked away and went to hit him when the man spoke. “I’m sorry I’m so late,” the man said with Jugo finally getting a look at his blonde hair and glowing green and blue eyes, “but life got a little hectic after my trip but hey having a private steal your first kiss is certainly a story to tell.” “Mamoru,” Jugo whispered in awe cradling his friend’s now handsome face. Mamoru laughed spinning Jugo about. “The years have made you as pretty as a picture Jugo,” he said, “I have a ship now! I’m the Captain of the Crystalbeast!” “The captain of which ship,” Jugo asked in disbelief at the name of a rising pirate ship.

A loud boom was heard as Mamoru’s crew began their attack on the walled colony. Mamoru made a frustrated face as people below began running around like headless chickens. “I told Amethyst to hold on the cannons until I gave the signal,” he whined, “I wanted this to be a longer romantic moment.” There was banging on Jugo’s bedroom door. “Jugo we need to leave for a shelter,” he heard his father shout through the sturdy oak door, “the pirates attacking have almost reached the mansion.”

Mamoru clicked his tongue in displeasure. “Really your father still has the single worst timing,” he complained. Before Jugo could make any comment back, he was tossed onto the pirate captain’s shoulder like a potato sack and whisked down the building by a rope. The man ran like a man possessed through the town. They passed crew from the ship as they carried out armfuls of gold, jewels, and other valuables. Even though Jugo was slightly worried about the colony he and his father ran, he felt himself smiling at the sight of the pirates antics against his father’s poorly trained marines.

He put up a fake fight. Playfully banging on Mamoru’s excellently muscular back, he felt chuckles rumble through into his body. Mamoru jumped from the wall of the colony to land in the rigging of the ship causing his cargo to shriek. He beelined for his cabin still holding his prize. Jugo was startled into laughter as he was deposited among the loot from the city piled onto Mamoru’s bed in the captain’s cabin like some kind of prized jewel. Mamoru settled himself above him with a roguish grin. “It seems you outshine even the jewels from your father’s safe,” he said sprinkling the tiny diamond into Jugo’s hair like they were nothing more than trinkets, “it does a pirate captain proud to hold such a treasure on his ship.”

He ran a finger along Jugo’s neck catching the twine and pulling the necklace out from under his shirt. “You kept it,” he said awe and adoration coloring his voice, “after all this time.” Jugo looked embarrassed. “Of course you dummy. You promised to come back.” Mamoru smiled wider planting a kiss on his nose, “I guess it really was lucky if it brought me you again.” Jugo laughed and put his arms about Mamoru’s neck. “I’m so happy to see you,” he said as he pulled him down so Mamoru could steal another kiss. And another. And another. They had their fist on top of a pile of gold and jewels but Mamoru had only eyes for his prize Jugo and the simple gold coin still around Jugo’s neck so many years later.

So began the tale of Mamoru Captain of the Crystalbeast and his first mate and lover Jugo as they ruled the seas together going wherever they wished with their loyal boat and crew.

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