see prologue for warnings, discalimer
Kiss of Fate
+ Part 7
Duo lay on his bed, his
hair now unbraided and spread out around and underneath him, his hands
folded over his chest, rising and falling with each deep breath. His eyelid
flickered now and then as he dreamed, a contented smile fixed on his lips
as it had been since Wufei had found him -- curled into an almost fetal
position by the lake, one arm flung wide it's hand splayed revealing a
finger still seeping crimson blood. Quatre sighed, wishing those violet
eyes would open as he backed out of the room, closing the door softly
He made his way to the small parlor, his eyes immediately finding Trowa
where the taller boy stood, arms crossed in the back of the room.. Wufei
sat on the chaise, stroking Nataku's back reassuringly trying to rid her
of the guilty light darkening her amber eyes. "We have to find him,"
Quatre muttered. The others looked up at Quatre, startled by the sudden
break in silence.
"She must have done something to Heero," Nataku stated
in her quietly musical voice. "Otherwise, he would have met with
Duo. If we are to find Heero, we have to find her first."
Quatre nodded, "And Relena will either be still in the obvious place
-- Heero's home -- or the harder to find castle she has tucked away somewhere
that we all know and love," this dryly. They had all lived in Relena's
castle for the better part of their lives, except for Nataku. It had been
a school Sorcery Relena's father had founded. When he had died he had
willed it to his daughter, and she -- never acknowledging the other students'
presence -- had turned it into a hell hole. "And knowing Relena --
" -- They're at Heero's palace, still," Trowa finished for him
with a roll of his eye.
"Are you enjoying yourself yet, Heero-sama?" Relena purred,
making her way gracefully to where the boy laid unmoving on her bed. His
cobalt eyes flashed hotly and he opened his mouth to speak before his
face clenched in agony and his teeth snapped shut with an audible click.
Relena tsked, shaking her head as she came to stand before the immobile
boy. "Mou, I really wish I could remove that silly little spell,
Heero-sama. But you'd have to promise to be quiet by yourself. Or at least
stop threatening to kill me. It really detracts from the mood, ne?"
Heero contented himself to glare death at the blonde girl as her fingers
tapped lightly at the black leather of his boot. Relena just smiled down
at him, completely unfazed.
"At least you enjoyed my little present!" she beamed then laughed
a little as Heero's eyes closed tightly to cover up the pain threatening
to shine through. He could still see the vision of Duo -- crumbling to
the ground, looking for all the world as if the small boy was dead --
replaying itself continuously on the back of his eyelids. "Well,
maybe you didn't enjoy it, but I sure did," Relena cackled in a very
unbecoming way, climbing up onto the bed beside Heero.
One perfectly manicured finger traced the neckline of his tunic and Heero's
eyes snapped open, only to find Relena's own an alarmingly close distance
away. "I still don't know what you saw in him, Heero-sama. I mean...
he was a boy..." she whispered, her lips brushing against
Heero's with every word. Heero's muscled bunched, fighting against the
spell the blonde witch had put on him to keep him from moving. He wanted
to kill her. ::Iie. Kill is too nice.:: He wanted to slaughter her, with
some serious and gratuitous mutilation as an added treat. "A boy
can't do half the things I could do for you," she continued, blissfully
unaware of his thoughts as he hands went downward to the belt cinching
his tunic at his waist.
"They are in the tower room," Nataku stretched out a slender
hand, motioning to the tower she spoke of. No one questioned her; they
knew better. This was only one of the simpler things that she knew; most
of the others no one else could comprehend her having knowledge of, much
less try to fathom them themselves. She was a creature of majick, that
much they understood. How she and Wufei had met and fell in love was still
a mystery. In fact, Quatre and Trowa didn't know much about her at all.
They had often joked that she must be a Goddess to do half the things
she was capable of. ::They would not be far off.:: she thought sadly,
lowering her hand.
Quatre nodded and walked confidently to the main gates of the palace and
stepped through. Wufei and Trowa looked at each other and shrugged, then
followed, Nataku shortly behind them. ::When Quatre set his mind to something...::
When they caught up with him he was standing in the center of the square
before the palace, every person around him was drooping against something,
resting peacefully, soft snores filling the air. Trowa stopped and raised
an eyebrow when the blond boy turned to face him. Quatre just shrugged.
"It seemed fitting."
Relena undid Heero's belt, tossing it aside impatiently, her hands moving
under the front of his shirt to run over the smooth flesh of his abdomen.
"If I remove the freezing spell, will you promise to behave and not
try to strangle me?" Heero glared up at her like she was insane for
even asking; fighting back the urge to vomit. "I'll take that as
a no," she sighed petulantly. "Pity. It's not as fun when you
don't get touched too." She threw one leg over Heero's hips, straddling
him as she pushed his loosened tunic up, Heero's torso lifting against
his will to aide her. He glared at her when she leaned over him, his cobalt
eyes all but spitting fire in his inability to do anything else.
"Sooner or later you'll learn to love me Heero," Relena cooed,
running her fingers lightly over his chest. "I have no doubt."
Quatre raced up the tower stairs. The palace was full of sleeping people,
but that could not be helped. He would not be stopped, he needed to help
Duo. The staircase was entirely too long, he was sure Relena did that
on purpose, to punish any poor unsuspecting person who deigned to visit
her. Finally reaching the door, he growled in irritation when it failed
to respond to his attempts to open it.
"Of course she would just have to develop a brain
for once and actually spell the damn thing shut,"
he growled and turned to Trowa who was now directly behind him. "Can
you open it?" he asked, his aquamarine eyes flashing irritably. Before
Trowa could even shake his head Nataku stepped forward, her lips curving
"Allow me," she said softly and reached out, brushing her hand
over the knob before turning it and opening the door silently. Quatre
nodded his thanks and stepped through the portal.
"I have no doubt," the blonde witch whispered, leaning over
the an angrily glaring boy who Quatre guessed was Heero. She leaned down,
her tongue flicking over Heero's lower lip, making Quatre want to cringe
just watching it. ::Gods, imagine what he must be going through.:: She
pulled up, hands toying with a few strands of messy brown hair. Then she
Suddenly, the locked feel to Heero's joints was released. He was in motion
immediately, flipping himself so that Relena was under him, his forearm
pressed into her windpipe, hard enough to leave her gasping, but not enough
to completely block her air flow. The blonde's bright blue eyes widened
as Heero smiled viciously and leaned down so his face was only centimeters
from her own. "Give me one reason why I should not kill you now,"
he growled. Her mouth opened and shut a few times, making her look like
a gaping carp, before she actually tried to form words. Then her features
spasmed and she swallowed convulsively, a agonized pain filling her eyes.
::She's under the same spell I was moments before.::
Heero pressed his arm harder against the girl's throat, nearly crushing
the delicate bone beneath. Her eyes opened wide as she fought for breath,
pleading with him silently. Heero snorted in disgust but got off the bed,
unwilling to touch Relena one second more. He grabbed his tunic up from
where Relena tossed it and threw it on before turning to the three boys
now standing in the room. "Who are you?" he asked, his gaze
moving to the girl still standing in the corridor behind the boys. ::She
looks oddly familiar...::
The blond one spoke up first, "I'm Quatre. Trowa; Wufei; Nataku,"
he motioned to each in turn. "We need your help with Duo."
Heero frowned, his eyes darkened in pain, remembering Relena's "gift".
"But Duo is d -- "
"Sleeping," the girl cut in, stepping into the room. "And
we need you to wake him up." Heero blinked at the girl and nodded.
"Where is he?"
They had finally made it to the cottage after waking one of the guards
to secure a spot in the dungeon for Relena, with the promise of a personal
torture session with Heero himself. And now Heero stood motionless and
alone in the doorway to Duo's bedroom, watching the deep rise and fall
of the boy's chest to pacify himself that he was, indeed, living. He moved
forward, falling to his knees beside the bed, unmindful of the hard wood
He leaned in, taking one soft hand into his own before brushing his lips
over Duo's. No response. Heero squeezed the hand in his, fighting the
urge to cry as he rested his forehead against Duo's brushing another kiss
across those pink lips before whispering almost desperately, "Please
Strong arms enfolding him. He felt secure.
Truly loved. Unlike anything he had ever felt before.
Lips smiling softly. A hand reaching up, curling around his own, lifting
Dark blue eyes gazing into his own, a secret promise lighting their depths.
Lips brushing against his own. Firm and warm, softly covering his mouth.
Waking meant a world without Heero. It was better here. He was happy here.
Violet eyes blinked open, an endless cobalt filling their view. A warm
hand was gripping his own and it tightened, the blue eyes brightening
considerably. "You came back to me," Duo said, his voice husky
Heero sat back, gathering the long haired boy in his arms. "I never
left you," he murmured, burying his free hand in the silken chestnut
hair before he lowered his head, kissing a smiling Duo deeply. ::Never.::
[part 6] [epilogue]
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