see prologue for warnings, disclaimer
of Fate + Part 4
Heero could well understand
why the braided boy had dragged him here. The entire clearing was beautiful,
tree's sparkling with new life even as they sway with the knowledge of
centuries, their branches enfolding the world above and around them. The
lake in the center glittered where wispy rays of sunlight peeked through
the think fringe of leaves and bounced off the smooth water. The world
around them was reflected perfectly on the glassy surface of the water,
looking almost surreal in it's replication. There was only one thing that
Heero didn't understand. As many times as he'd been through this exact
same forest top to bottom, he had never once seen this clearing. Perhaps
the fact that the very air around them seemed to permeate a sense of something
abnormal, and yet so incredibly natural at the same time.
Lights that did not come from the sun began dancing off the water then;
glittering deep shades of every color imaginable from the brightest white
to the darkest sapphire. The light flitted, unabashedly innocent in their
dance -- swooping from precarious height to skim across the surface of
the water then back up again, repeating the gliding process. Two lights
broke away from the rest -- deep blue and amethyst in their shade -- swirling
around each out, floating close then flying backward, performing an elaborate
waltz to a melody of their own.
Heero's gaze followed the pair, turning to keep his eye on them as they
circled him until they stopped, his back to the lake. The lights flew
apart, blue and purple sparkling merrily and they seemed to wink at him
before they glided delicately toward each other. They clashed -- melding
together into one mix colored ball; sapphire and amethyst swirling around
each other in the globe -- just as a splash broke the musical silence
behind him and the globe vanished. Heero whirled around, his cobalt eyes
falling first on a pile of discarded clothes lying rumpled on the ground.
He swallowed his gaze moving from the ground before him to the undeniably
beautiful figure now submerged chest deep at the center of the lake, creamy
skin sparkling as if covered in diamonds, his hair now unbraided and floating
around him like auburn veins on crystalline blue marble.
Heero closed his eyes but quickly reopened them when he realized the vision
of the naked boy smoothly treading water in the lake before him was better
than the erotic scene of that very same boy writing languidly on a silk
covered bed. His silk covered bed. Heero swallowed again, raking a hand
through his messy brown hair, trying to keep his reactions controlled.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice faintly hoarse.
Duo blinked at him in confusion for a split second before a wide, teasing
grin spread over his face. "Swimming!" he replied, falling backward
slightly, his arms moving at his side to keep himself half afloat, his
lower body still covered by water. "Why don't you come in? The water's
not too cold," he beamed appealingly, widening his bright violet
eyes like he'd seen Quatre do at Trowa many times before.
Heero just shook his head, eyes falling away from Duo's pleading gaze
with what Duo could swear was a light blush. He moved to sit on a low,
large rock at the lake, the grayish surface smoothed from years in the
elements. "I don't swim," he said finally, meeting Duo's eyes
again. The temporarily unbraided boy merely shrugged and continued to
"Don't? ...Or can't?" he asked musically. "Hm, I doubt
you cannot. You're a Prince after all. Multitalented creatures, such.
Of course, there are ways to test it," he continued without letting
Heero respond, kicking himself swiftly over to the rock with devilish
"Hn. Baka. Don't even think about it," he threatened when he
saw Duo's hands prepare to splash him. The violet eyes boy ignored him
completely, sending a warm stream of water up toward Heero, giggling softly
when the prince raised his arms to ineffectually ward off the spray. Heero
mock growled, "You shall pay for that."
The water was deep around Heero's rock and Duo found he had to steadily
tread water to stay above the surface there. He crossed his arms over
the smooth gray surface in front of where Heero sat, resting his chin
on the soft flesh and blinked his bright violet eyes innocently up at
Heero, completely unafraid.
Relena absently picked at her dinner, her cold blue eyes moving over
the room watching Heero's parents' lips move as they spoke with the other
visiting nobles but completely blocking the actual words. Her gaze stopped
on the overtly empty seat across from her and a casual observer would
have sworn the blonde girl was trying to turn the wood to ice by sheer
force of will. ::Where is he? It's not like him to miss a meal, since
he feels it's his "duty" to appear to discuss politics.:: she
mentally sneered. ::Something is definitely not right.::
This decided, Relena delicately wiped the nonexistent food from her lips
and place the finger cloth onto the surface of the large oak table before
her. She stood, her hand raising to her forehead smoothly and she wavered
on her feet slightly for effect.
"Is anything the matter, Relena dear?" the King asked in polite
"I do not seem to be feeling well, your Highness," she replied
piteously, lying as perfectly as she pulled of her act. "If I may
"Of course," the old man granted, then turned back to his previous
conversation as the girl left the room. Dropping the act, Relena all but
flew up the spiral staircase leading to her room.
"Is that a promise?" Duo purred, then blinked. ::Did I just
say that?! Oh, gods, what's he going to think..?::
Heero's eyes froze on the slightly smaller boy at his knees, wondering
if he had heard him correctly. The look in those wide, purple eyes --
a mix of fear and want -- told him he had. He bent forward, pressing his
face closer to Duo's. "If you so desire," he whispered and half
smirked when those captivating violet eyes widened further.
::This is not how I planned it to be. He's supposed to love me.:: The
wooden door to Relena's pink chamber slammed audibly on it's hinges. She
gave the room a cursory glance before her ice blue eyes fell on the shimmering
mirror. "Pargan! I demand to know what is wrong with Heero,"
she said shrilly.
The old man's face immediately appeared on the silver surface. "That
I cannot show you, Majesty. My eyes are blocked by majick," he echoed.
"What?! How is that possible?" she asked more to herself than
anyone else. "No! It does not matter. Break through it, find a crack,
I don't care. But show me my Heero."
Pargan sighed and disappeared, a resigned "Yes, Majesty" lingering
Duo nodded hesitantly, amethyst eyes drifting shut as Heero moved closer.
Lips brushed softly against his then drew back. With a small sound of
protest Duo pushed himself up, still partially concealed by the water,
seeking those warm lips again. Heero complied, feathering another light
kiss before firmly planting his mouth over Duo's, tongue peeking out to
lightly flick over the smaller boy's plump lower lip. Duo's mouth parted
slightly there, all the invitation Heero needed to plunge inside. His
tongue lapped at Duo's own, savoring the delectable flavors and the delicious
noises falling from the boy's throat and into his own.
With a husky moan Duo collapsed against Heero, his arms giving out under
him. Heero wrapped his arms around the other boy's shoulders, pulling
his slight torso against his own. They broke apart, breath coming in soft
pants. Duo's eyes flickered open, violet meeting heavy-lidded cobalt.
Relena crossed her arms, her foot tapping impatiently and she stood before
the non-reflective looking-glass. "Par--" but her mouth snapped
shut as the mirror's smooth surface shimmered before a picture materialized.
"No!" she shrieked, blue eyes widening on the moving reflection
the looking-glass presented, repeating itself on a loop..
A boy, long chestnut hair floating in water that only reached the base
of his spine, obviously naked beneath the rippling blue surface. But that
was not what had made her cry out in denial. Her Heero's arms where
wrapped around the boy's slender shoulder as they gazed into each other
eyes with an expression that could only be considered loving. They melted
into each other, lips meeting, tongues twining deeply, in what was so
obviously not the first kiss.
A small porcelain trinket box shattered over the mirror, white dust falling
in a glittering cloud and blocking Relena's view of the lovers before
she turned away. "Why isn't he dead?!" she cried gratingly,
knowing all too well who the boy with Heero was. She turned back, ice
blue eyes glittering dangerously on the pair. "I will definitely
have to remedy this immediately."
1. Dinner in this time setting (Which, uh, is way-back-when. who
knows? but they changed the names only in the 19th century) was
our equivelent to lunch, so no, it's not really late. They generally had
breakfast at around 8, dinner at 12, as later years came and they imported
from china tea at 4 and supper around eight. Now that I've said my boring
piece of history I'll stop *beams* *waves an "I love History"
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