Artsy & Hidden Presents: The Isle of Love!

[Artsydaze]

He was anxious.

There was nothing else to it, he did not want to marry her. But his parent wanted to put more of their influence in the United States and so he was sacrificed to their greed and so her would do his duty as a son. That was why he learned English to the point it became as natural for him to speak it as it was to speak Japanese. That was why he kept his various boyfriends discrete and hidden from view as he longed for them, only to dump them when he became too attached to let them go.

He had to let them go.

He was safe with Vincent, though. There was no way he would ever love such a crude man, would he? No, impossible, he thought, as he looked upon his crass companion, the cousin of his future wife.

The ride in the private jet was smooth and comfortable in sharp contrast to the heavy atmosphere it contained. That was not meant to last however and soon a strong disturbance came from a strong gale of wind and knocked the whole plane off it's trajectory and spinning out of control.

They were crashing, he knew, and so did Vincent as the fool protected him with his own body as the crashed into the ocean, a last ditch effort of the pilot softening their landing somehow.

But not enough to spare Nao's two companions.

He blacked out, miraculously drifting on the wave of the pacific instead of sinking in it's depths. He floated on, finally ending up on a white beach of an uncharted tiny tropical paradise as his unconscious body was found by a strange tribe unknown to the rest of the civilization.

[HiddenBeauty13]

Roy's morning started off as it usually did: him waking up alone. His parents died a few years ago in a flood that wiped out his entire village. Luckily, some of them were able to survive and were now thriving once again. Sighing, the boy ran his hand across his face, trying to erase thoughts of that horrible day. It made him depressed and he didn't like to feel like that often. Standing, he stretched and grabbed his hand made bow before exiting his hut.

Most of the villagers were awake and busy this time of the morning; the sounds of children's laughter joined with the soft humming of women as they began to start their own chores for the day. "Good morning Roy!" An elderly woman by the name of Lipera called from her open window. She took care of the boy when untill he was able to live on his own. "Where are you headed off to today?" "To the beach. I'm running low on food." He replied with a small smile before running off into the surrounding woods where he felt free and alive.

Once down at the beach, Roy was surprised to see a body and not just any body, one dressed is shredded foreign clothes. Curiously, he walked towards the male and poked him with the edge of his bow. No response. He then reached down and felt his neck. A very light pulse, but it was something. Silently, he garabbed the man and hoisted him onto his back before carrying his back to his village, leaving his bow and arrow behind on the beach. The next few minutes were quite hectic, since everyone was trying to get a glimpse of the strange species of man. It took a while, but Roy finally got them to go away so she could finally get the man to wake up.

"Bangun. Bangun." Wake up...wake up...

[Artsydaze]

Nao's head felt simultaneously like it was hit by a truck and filled with cotton, not the best thing to experience, even less so to wake up to. He heard a faint cry in an unknown language, as well... did he die? Trying to open his eyes prompted additional pain as the light of the tropical island entered his dilated eyes in a spear of white hot pain.

Groaning in pain that transformed into a slight whine after the movement required to evade the light managed to bring even more agony to his aching head, the young man took the time to compose himself before trying anything again, this time bringing his hand to protect his eyes as he looked again right into the worried face of a young male with red hair.

Where was he? Who was that? As he tried to voice his confusion he only managed a weak cough, his throat parched by the salt water and his ribs aching from the roughening they experienced earlier that day in the crash.

He ached everywhere...

Looking at his companion with a pitiful expression that usually got him everything he wanted, he gestured for a glass of water, hoping for the other male to understand what he meant by his gesture.

[HiddenBeauty13]

Roy brightened when he the man finally opened his eyes. "Anda masih terjaga!" Now he knew for a fact that he wasn't dead. He then watched as he coughed and gestured to his throat. He looked like he was thirsty... Water. He wants water! the boy thought and noded before scrambling to his feet. Luckily, he'd just gone to the spring yesterday and had half a jug of fresh water left. He poured some into a small clay cut before bringing it over to the man.

"Minum ini." He stated, gesturing to the cup. Drink this. It'll help. he knew how thirsty you could be after getting a mouthful of sea water