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"Ash Tree Cruel "Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Rating: NC 17 Warnings: yaoi, violence, AU Summary: Duo is a wanderer, drawn to an ancient
barrow in the hopes of speaking to his master's death soul. Heero
is a guardian servant in this dangerous place. Will the death soul
seeker become a sacrifice on the bloody altar of a cruel cult? Pairings 1x2
"Ash Tree Cruel " Part One: Ash Tree Cruel He walked alone, approaching the source of his ardent desire. Many voices of the dead spoke from this place. He sought only one. Elusive. The youngster shuddered, gripped his quarterstaff, then relaxed his fists, sardonic chuckling. "Brilliant. Just brilliant," he told himself softly. "If you encounter some angry dead soul here. You will beat it with your stick? That should prove useful." He stood still. Held in the expanse of a moaning plain, hearkening to the voices upon the tempest. The sullen perse sky overhead refused to yield to rock its rightful place on the horizon. The elements fought at infinity's edge. Brume drifted up from the cold brown vegetation. Merging with the furious storm clouds. No victor emerging from the battle, the slain uniting, vanquished, vanished. The boy leaned heavily upon his staff, feeling the end of it drawn down by the boggy dirt, the corpse hands therein dragging at it. It seemed he had been wearily walking since his natal day. First upon another's quest. Now upon his own. Seeking, never arriving. He settled his mind, calmed the yearning, opened his heart unto the death souls. He did not fear them. He knew they were lonely too. Dreaming of the living. Separated by the gulf of breathing. Breathless. Peace disturbed, pierced with screaming. He shivered awake, alert instantly. Why did the voices drip with blood? Why so much carnage in this place? Had there been an actual battle fought upon this plain? If so, the voice he sought would be obscured by the warriors' cries. He shook his head sadly. The sounds of death, so clear in this place, echoing from its center. He determined to try again. Closing his eyes, emptying his head of mortal dreams, yielding up his heart's blood as an offering. "Speak to me, I beg thee." "Leave, go. Run away. Make haste. Lest they place you upon the stone. Pierce you with their cruel blades." The boy remained. Swaying upon his staff. The vapor rose, swirled upon his body, settled upon his lunar pale skin. "Just one time. Let me speak with him. Beseech thee. I promise, I depart thereafter." The wind gentled momentarily to zephyr, grasped at his nevercut hair, stroking along its length with longing for its flame like brilliance, its life warmth. The dead spoke in one weary voice. "Too late. Alas, child." A single harsh blow struck him down. The angry form towered over him. "It is forbidden. Only those of us, chosen, may speak with the dead in this place." The maddened one, cloaked in his dominance, then turned away from his victim. Toward his servant, more sullen than the storm. "Bring him. If you do not make sufficient haste, you will be beaten." Threat delivered, the shadowed presence departed. The sullen servant shook his head. The motion tossed his ragged, blade shorn hair. Sea blue eyes, utterly wrong in this gloomish place, glittered in his golden countenance. Glittered with hatred. But gentled upon the downward slope. The servant stooped to the fallen form. He brushed aside the halo of hair, the subtle flamecast highlights now stained with darkening red. "You should not have come here." He grimaced upon the stupidity of this statement, so obvious. So useless now. He looked down into eyes the shifting shade of the Solstice sky. Saw the mysterious wisdom of a distant place, sheltering there. Ancient wisdom for so young a face. "Please. I mean no harm," the sacrifice said. The servant slung the other's possession's upon his back. Stooped and gathered the boy into his sturdy strength. "I can see that. Unfortunately. It is not you I must resist." He bore the sacrifice toward the center. That place where the death souls called. ~ * ~ tbc....
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