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By: Tanith
Note: Whooohoo, I got it done!! Sorry for the major delay... I'm writing
a duelfic lemon to make up for it! How's that sound? *waves a 1x2 flag*
^.^
Disclaimer: They're... not... mine.... *bursts into tears*
Warnings: Okay, Heero may get confusing in this chapter. Go along with
it, all will be explained, if not right away.
Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5+OC
Crystalline
Blue + Chapter Seven
"Where am..?" Duo's
voice rang out huskily as he blinked away the last bit of sleep from his
eyes. He tugged at his wrists where they were resting at his sides, becoming
aware of the numbness that pervaded his limbs, the unwillingness to move.
His eyes narrowing as they wandered over his strange surroundings, head
lifting so he could take in the plants and animals that seemed frozen
in time. Everything within a short distance of the stone slab he 'rested'
on was coated in cloying black shadows with an almost tangible sticky-
looking glaze.
"Hello?" he called out hesitantly, wondering if it were better
to remain silent, but to late to take back the sound. And then, suddenly,
glowing ruby eyes were hovering over his, flickering quickly over the
braided boy. Duo swallowed, trying not to panic, not moving his amethyst
gaze from the floating orbs as they faded from site then quickly reappeared
as if cloaking eyelids had blinked over them.
"So, yer awake, then," a voice came from beside him, seeming
to originate where the eyes peering curiously down. The eyes rolled upward,
then turned away, an almost human body taking shape around them. His torso
was draped in a loose green cloth which barely succeeded in concealing
his muscular chest and sinewy arms. His face was blunt, but handsome,
lips turned down in an almost pout, eyes glittering with obvious displeasure
underneath a wild fall of tawny hair.
And then Duo's eyes trailed lower to where golden brown hair licked at
his well muscled abdomen, the thick fur covering everything down to his
cloven hooves. He took a step toward Duo, his inverted knees would have
made the movement seem awkward if it had not been so natural, so fluid.
Those crimson red eyes flickered over Duo again before the satyr snorted
derisively.
Duo frowned as the creature turned away dismissively, gliding smoothly
over to what looked to be a line of trees at first glance, but squinting
Duo thought he could make out the faint outline of pine carved shelves.
He tugged at his wrists again, trying vainly to sit up when the ache brought
by lifting his head as it was became almost unbearable. "Stop fidgetin',"
the deep voice sounded irritated as the satyr tossed Duo a warning glance
over his should, before turning back to whatever he was doing. It looked
like he was holding something in both hands, but whatever they were clutched
could not be seen by the braided boy.
"Where am I?" Duo finally repeated when he could bare the silence
no more. Silence, that is, if you did not count the odd chinks of glass
and bell like symphonies of metal hitting metal that oddly filled the
air.
"Me home, not that I wan' ya here," the other muttered, his
accent sound so much like the Irish lilt Duo had grown up around.
"Then why am I?" Duo strained his wrists again, clenching his
fists and pulling at whatever bound him, but making no leeway.
"Would you stop that?!" the satyr snarled, his previous accent
gone, instead sounding almost like the shrill caw of a raven. He whirled
around crimson eyes darkened to garnet, annoyance etched into his every
feature. And then he calmed, a small irritated tilt to the corner of his
mouth the only remnant of his outburst. "If ya don' stop that,"
he nodded toward Duo's wrists, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ye'll
just end up hurtin' yerself." He leaned backward, propping one furred
hip against an invisible support.
"Well?" Duo raised an eyebrow, his arms falling limp at his
sides for the moment.
"That loony bit of human king brought ya 'ere," the ruby eyes
rolled upward again, one arm uncrossing to wave irritably in the air before
rejoining its twin. "Jus' waltz'd inta me 'ome and dropped ya whilst
ye slept like a babe, he did. Humans..." he muttered with a shake
of his head. "'Tis why I hate the lot of ye, no respect," he
half- growled, the shadows that had been held at bay a few feet from Duo's
position creeping toward him, closing in.
Duo jerked, tremors coursing up his body as they neared, a strange energy
licking through him. He tugged at his wrists again and the creature glared,
striding toward him. "Human! Stop that, d'ye hear?" and Duo
stilled, eyes wide as the satyr turned it's glare to the shadows beneath
his hooves. "Shadowen... Begone!" he snarled, commanding in
that crow-like tone. "Away!" his glare deepened until the black
film edged backward, creeping up the frozen trees and animals, slowly
revealing dark pine walls and shelves covered with glasses and jars, tombs
and scrolls, but not a spec of dust in sight. The blackness pooled in
the center of the ceiling, roiling in protest of being compact into such
a small space.
The satyr turned back to Duo, eyes flickering from garnet to crimson,
his hand lifting to point to Duo's wrists. "Ya see?" he muttered,
wagging a finger at the bright red and deep plumb marks blooming over
Duo's pale flesh. "Humans, idiots all, ye are," he turned back,
moving toward the worktable he had been in front of before. He loosely
grasped a glass beaker and polished silver spoon, absently stirring the
saffron liquid within as he turned back to Duo.
"Aye, I hate ye," he smirked and Duo scowled, but full emotion
was not behind either expressions. "But I dinna wish ta hurt ye,"
he grimaced as if saying so left a sour taste in the back of his throat.
"Ye make that daft human king nervous, had for that ye get me respect,
if only a li'l."
"Then why am I bound?" Duo demanded irritably, shrugging his
shoulders in an attempt to relieve the ache in his neck.
"I canna 'ave you wanderin' me 'ome!" the satyr glared, his
mouth twisting into a stubborn pout.
Duo rolled his eyes, closing them wearily before focusing back on the
satyr. "And why, exactly, was I left here if you hate the man who
left me?"
"Right fluffy man, 'e is... Ne'er trust a satyr," was the simple
reply. The spoon was lifted from the flask, the glass container brought
up close to the satyr's face as he examined the liquid, one ruby eye magnified
tenfold under the curved surface.
"And what do I call you, satyr?"
"Puck, at yer service," he leered at Duo, tapping one cloven
hoof loudly against hardwood.
Duo chuckled softly before a frown creased his brow, finally wondering
just how long he had been gone from the encampment. His lips pursed, eyes
flitting unconsciously down to his immobile wrists then back up the Puck.
"Right, now," the satyr sighed, mumbling something about loose
minded humans under his breath. He raised one arm, his head tilting to
the side, the perfect sound of a falcon's shrill filling the air.
Moments later a large, dull brown bird materialized from a hiding place
in the woodwork, landing sharply onto Puck's hand. The peregrine cocked
her head, amber eyes gazing curiously at her master. "Aye, Rowi,"
the satyr murmured, stroking one finger over the falcon's breast. "Find
that tiercel ya fancy, luvie, an' tell 'im ta get the lackwit human Heero
'ere, ye kin? But only Heero! I'll 'ave no other wanderin' me 'ome!"
The bird seemed to bob her head before she launched herself from her perch,
disappearing mid-flap.
Puck turned back to Duo in time to see the amethyst eyes twinkle with
amusement, a slim chestnut eyebrow lifted. "Lackwit? Heero?"
The satyr gave a firm nod, but there was a fond gleam in his ruby eyes.
"Aye. Humans..."
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Heero sat, crouched onto his knees before the huge fire pit, his creased
brow shadowed by a thick fall of hair. Where was Duo? he should have at
least wandered into the center of the encampment an hour ago, immediately
after Heero had found his way there. But he had not. A soft sound came
from his right, bringing his gaze to focus upward, dark blue glazed from
staring into the vibrantly glowing fire. "Trowa," he nodded,
shifting toward the man and bringing himself to stand in one smooth move.
The taller boy's eyes were troubled as he raked a hand through his hair,
dragging his reddish bangs upward, away from emerald eyes before it fluttered
smoothly back into place. There was a falcon nestled comfortably on his
extended arm, it was obviously a male, with its slight frame and fine
bone structure it could be nothing else. The falcon's dark brown and reddish
gold feathers fluffed, it's silver edges tail feathers splayed out proudly
as if he was inordinately pleased with himself.
"Heero, where is Duo?" Trowa asked, the fingers of one hand
idly working their way through the thick feathers over the tiercel's breastbone.
His brow creased in a mixture of annoyance and amusement as that pointed
head turned toward him, the amber eyes narrowing, a sharp shrill crooning
noise escaping the back of the falcon's throat. "Yes, Corin, I know
you told me where he was, but I'm asking anyway," he murmured back
soft, his words near silent.
Heero frowned deeply, staring darkly up at Trowa, his gut sinking slightly.
Duo was gone. How could he be? This had never happened before! Something
was wrong, something had changed. "I haven't seen him since an hour
ago."
Corin screeched, throwing himself backward on Trowa's arm, claws digging
deeply as he hung upside down, wings flapping angrily, eyes glaring at
Heero as if to say 'Of course you haven't!' Trowa winced as the bating
falcon's sharp talons pierced through the thick leather of the sleeve
of his tunic, his arm rising, jolting the bird so he flew from it's upside
down perch before landing again immediately, feathers ruffled more than
before. "Corin, he didn't mean to insult your mate's intelligence.
Bating will solve nothing, do not pout," Trowa said soothingly before
turning his emerald gaze back to the shorter man.
"Corin has told me that Duo was seen in Puck's forest... Within his
home."
Heero suppressed a relieved sigh, not allowing any expression to show
onto his face, but the crease in his brow lessened, his eyes losing their
narrowness. He nodded and turned away, from the other, halting when Trowa's
deeply smooth voice called after him. "Heero! Alone?"
Trowa's voice was truly concerned, worried, uncertain. He did not know
how truly harmless Puck was... most of the time. Heero allowed a small
chuckle, nodding without turning around, continuing through the 'camp.
The lavender-blue sky had barely reached it's noon day mark when Heero
finally stepped into the cluster of pine trees. He noticed immediately
the lack of disguise within, the rolling mass of tightly gathered shadowen
at the on the roof as he made his way through winding hallways carved
completely of dark pine, his steps certain, memorized.
"Human!" Puck's voice rang out and Heero was relieved to notice
the musical lilt to the words. "It's about time ya got here,"
Puck materialized before him, his arms crossed, crimson eyes narrowed
in irritation. "Yer boy there is right annoying, talks like ye wouldna
believe, 'e does," he glared, hooves clapping loudly as he walked
toward Heero.
"I do not!" a voice cried indignantly from the room to their
right. Heero snorted and moved through the door, the satyr close on his
heels. Duo lay prone on a flat stone slab, his neck lifting at the sound
of someone entering, a wide grin forming on his lips when he saw the dark
haired man. "Heero! Glad you're here! Puck! You can let me go now,"
Duo said on a rush, tugging slightly at the invisible restraints, the
action drawing a sharp curse from Puck.
"Damn it all, lad, will ye ne'er listen?" the satyr muttered
when Duo flinched, another dark red mark appearing on both wrists.
"No," Heero muttered knowingly, the word echoed by Duo's own
voice, a cheeky grin spreading across the boy's face.
"Bah," Puck rolled his eyes, waving a hand flippantly in the
air.
The numbness that had radiated through Duo's limbs eased and the boy sat
up slowly, rubbing at his neck. Puck turned back to Heero, ruby eyes glowing
fondly then darkening only slightly. "Ye 'ave to move, an' soon.
Somethin's keepin' that fruity human king from doin' much damage, but
it won't last fer long, methinks. He'll strike, an' knowin' him, he'll
strike ye hard."
"Yes... I think his wait has something to do with the seer, Magda,"
Heero murmured, flicking his gaze over at Duo when the boy sucked in a
sharp breath, his skin paling, tinging it a subtle sallow shade. Heero's
eyes widened, lips pursing. Could he remember? No! Impossible. He's never...
not ever before. But if he does... His eyes closed briefly before reopening,
expressionlessly meeting Pucks crimson gaze. "We'll leave tomorrow
at best."
Duo jumped up then, flying over to where the pair stood, flinging himself
at the satyr, his eyes sparkling as he wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Ack! Get off, ya hear! Now!" Puck shouted, unmoving as Duo
stared up at him with wide amethyst eyes, blinking owlishly, fighting
to suppress the gleeful cackle trembling on his lips.
"Come with us, Puck!" he beamed appealingly, arms tightening
around the satyr's neck, eyes dancing merrily as an appalled look crept
over the satyr's handsome features. "You would be very helpful, wouldn't
he Heero?"
"Actually, yes, he would be," Heero smirked when Puck turned
an accusing glower at him, the word 'traitor' written all over his face.
"Goddess, nay," Puck choked, finally managing to pry the braided
boy off and away from him, removing his hands form his shoulders as if
burned, wiping them on his furred legs with mock disgust. "I'd likely
kill ye, and or meself before a fortnight passed. An' I'm to fond of all
three to let that happen, ya see?" he sighed despairingly, winking
at Duo. Then his face turned serious. "But I will be followin' ya,
hear? That king pulled the last of me patience when he dumped that,"
he waved at Duo, "here. I willna allow ye lackwit humans to botch
this."
"I'm debating whether to feel insulted or grateful," Duo's brow
furrowed adorably and he turned to Heero who just shrugged.
Puck put a hand to his forehead, his eyes closing in disbelief. "Humans..."
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