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"Chosen Ones"Written By: Dùlin
Archive: This arc is archived on this site with permission. Do not reproduce it anywhere without permission. Disclaimer : I don't own them. Life is not fair. Rating : R to NC-17 for violence Warnings : Crossover GW/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
which means, AU and OOC-ness for the GW characters (since they're
not humans, niark niark !) Pairings : 1x2, 3x4, 6x5, explicit references to past 13x5 Author's note : You need to know quite a bit about
the Buffy universe to understand this fic. If you don’t know
what Buffy is or stopped watching after season two, just take a browse
on the official UPN site to see what the heck this is all about. The greatest thanks to the ever faithful Karina, to Amejisuto and the best beta-reader of the world, Laurence-sama ! Please do not take or reproduce without permission.
"Chosen Ones"
Part 4 - Unexpected Allies “His name is Morgoth”, Zechs said, “but he has named himself the Dark Lord. As I told you, we have an equivalent amount of power, but we chose to wield it differently, which might prove to be both an advantage and a drawback. What about your own forces Mr Giles ? How can you help us ?” Giles got up. “Well, you obviously already know who each and everyone of us is, but I’ll introduce you properly. I am Buffy’s Watcher …” “Was”, Buffy corrected. “Thank you, Buffy. This is actually right, I have been fired from the Watchers’ Council because of my ‘affection’ for my Slayer. The next Watcher left a year ago on the verge of nervous collapse, which was a relief for all of us, and Buffy did quit the Council.” “Yup”, Buffy said. “Working solo now !” “Good for you !”, Duo chuckled. “Willow and Tara over here are witches. They usually help us by casting spells and conjuring spirits”, Giles kept on, ignoring the interruption. “That will be useful”, Zechs said seriously. “Anya here is an ex-vengeance demon. She was forced to remain in the body of a mortal after failing a mission of vengeance. Although she has a tendency to bore us to death with her stories about her glory days, she knows a lot of other demons and has been a tremendous help therefore, especially with what happened lately with the Ascension and the Mayor.” “I’ve heard about that”, Zechs said. “Nasty business. You dealt with it in a very efficient manner.” “Thanks you. Then, we have Xander.” “I am only human”, Xander said. “No superpowers or anything, but I can hit. And create diversion. I can also be a bait, if need be, but I really preferred when it was Cordelia. Too bad she had to leave.” “We need all the forces we can get, Mr Harris”, Zechs said, smiling. “In the end, maybe your move will make the difference.” Xander smiled sheepishly. “And finally, we have Spike. We had trouble with some scientists who were trying to create new hybrids of demons. They implanted a chip in Spike’s head which prevents him from harming innocent people, but allows him to kill demons. You could say he is on our side because he has no choice, but we hate him and he hates us.” Spike tried to shout something, but no one heard, since Quatre’s silencing charm was still effective. The blond spirit let out a snort of laughter at the sight, which enraged the vampire further. He began to advance, but found himself suddenly blocked by something invisible. It took everyone a minute to realize that Heero’s eyes were fixed on the vampire, gleaming with a blue glow. Heero blinked once, and Spike was hurtled back to where he had been. “I see”, Zechs said. “Interesting alliance. I hope, Mr Spike, that you will find yourself able to cooperate with us. Anyway, if you don’t you will end up dead. I mean, completely dead, since you’re not really alive.” Duo laughed out loud. “Vamps really are my favorite freaks ! Movin’ one foot in my world and one in the other ! Don’t worry, man”, he added for Spike, “You step the line and I’ll make sure your passing is easy !” Spike shot him a murderous look. “I should introduce my own forces properly now, I think”, Zechs said once Duo had calmed down. “Just for you to understand better, we are divided in different peoples. Each people is somehow linked to the civilization who created it by believing in it, but we do not fade if people stop to believe.” Giles nodded, trying to absorb infos. “We are working under aliases who differ depending the dimension we’re in”, Zechs kept on. “I am known here as Zechs Merquise. I am a Spirit of the Light Heero Yuy and Chang Wufei are Warrior Spirits. They come from the same people, but from different clans. Heero is a Japanese Weather Wielder. Wufei is a Chinese Fire Spirit. Trowa Barton is a Healer. He is connected to the essence of the Earth and can draw power from it to help us replenish our forces. He can also reverse his healing power to use it for more nasty business. Quatre Winner is from the people of the Dream. He is a master in controlling people’s mind and creating visions. He is also an empath, and possesses, to a certain degree, a gift of foresight. And finally, Duo here is from the people of Darkness.” “How come ?”, Tara asked. “You have Spirits of the Darkness on your side ?” “Darkness doesn’t have to be all bad”, Duo cut in. “Don’t you wiccas revere the moon at night ? My people is feared for good reasons, but some of us still know where our loyalties lie.” “Duo is right”, Zechs said. “Darkness is just the balance of light. Neither light nor darkness are evil or good as such. It’s the use of them that makes them good or evil. However, I think that you must have understood who Duo is, haven’t you ?” “Yes”, Tara said. “I must admit I didn’t see you like this.” “Yeah, well, I suppose I overdid the look back then in the Middle Ages. But that skull thing was really a success in that time, uh ? I got my picture in every book now.” “What exactly do you mean ?”, Giles asked. “I’m one of the highest Spirits of Darkness. I think some people around Heero’s place call me Shinigami, and actually, that’s my original name.” Comprehension fell on Giles, his face turning livid. “You are Death.” “Yup, that’s me ! But it’s a bit short to describe me ! I can do a hell lot of things, you know, like the lil’ crow and bat conjuring ya guys saw last time !” All the humans of the room stared at Duo, uneasily shifting in their seats. “Relax, guys !”, Duo chuckled. “I’m with the good ones. It’s not my fault if I was created like this, and if people and creatures dying give me power.” “Actually, this is one of our greatest advantages. Duo and Morgoth are from the same people, which means Duo can tell us precisely when he will enter your dimension. And also that he may be able to convince some of his people that have decided to follow Morgoth to come back on our side. May I add that all of these young men are the most gifted of their respective kinds, and that they all volunteered to help me when I was Called ?” Quatre bowed his head in acknowledgement for the compliment, and so did Trowa. Heero and Wufei were still silent and immobile as stone statues. Duo smiled brightly. Suddenly, Xander summed up the whole situation “Honestly guys, This is the weirdest fucking thing that ever happened to us.” **** Buffy came to bed with mixed feelings that night. It was a lot for only one day. And she had two Holy Spirits in her mom’s room. Zechs had said that they were too noticeable if they stayed together. He had gone somewhere with Wufei, saying that any other of the spirits could contact him instantly if need be. Heero and Duo had gone back to the ‘wood cabin’, wherever that was. And Buffy had accepted to bring Quatre and Trowa home, since her mother was out of town for the next two weeks. Willow and Tara couldn’t go back on the campus and had come along. They were sleeping in the guest room. Buffy shook her head. That was not the first that she had to stop the end of the world. In fact, it would at least be the fifth time, and she had help from higher beings. Things would be alright, and she would be left alone to study for those bloody finals that she was probably gonna fail. Buffy went to sleep without noticing the dark figure behind her bedroom window.
“A Slayer with family and friends, that is the first time I ever hear about that.” “If I remember well, the Watchers’ Council policy had always been to separate the Slayer from her kin to help her concentrate on her mission”, Trowa admitted. “Any idea why it’s not like that this time ?” “Nope. But I have always thought the British beards were wrong to do that anyway.” “Really ? You never told me.” “It’s not like I’m supposed to complain about it, and things have been okay for thousands of years”, Quatre said with a smile. “But they always favor physical force and technique. The real power doesn’t come from that.” Trowa rolled his eyes. “Here come the Master of Dreams and his theories.” Quatre elbowed him. “Stop making fun of me. I can’t help it if I have a lot of theories, and you have to admit I am often right.” “Which can make you absolutely annoying sometimes, you know that, right ?” Quatre sighed. “You know, sometimes I wish I didn’t know what is going to happen. I wish I could be wrong.” Trowa’s arms closed around him. The tall boy kissed the top of Quatre’s head, his nose wriggling as it was tickled by light blond hair. “I know. But you don’t have to blame yourself for our failures just because you knew we were gonna fail before it happened.” Quatre snuggled closer to Trowa. “I wonder if those humans will find the source of the real power.” “What are you talking about ?” “I don’t know for sure what is going to happen, because so many things ‘could’ happen. I can’t point at one of them and say ‘that’s how it’s going to end’. Not this time. But I can see possibilities. Things that may happen, depending on the choices we will make. And I know that we will win if they help us to find the source of the real power.” “And you know what it is.” “I have always known. This is the source of my power also. But we all must find it, or we are lost.” Quatre turned to face Trowa, ready to continue that discussion, but obviously, Trowa thought it was far too serious, and he chose to kiss Quatre instead. The blond boy almost pushed him away, but he found himself giving in to the warmth of his lover’s body, his hyper-developed senses bringing fire into the human-shaped body. But he froze in the middle of the kiss. “What’s wrong ?”, Trowa asked, frowning. “There’s someone outside”, Quatre whispered. “Friend or foe ?” “I don’t know yet. I’ll go check, be ready to back me up if I call you.” Before Trowa could protest, Quatre vanished in a golden light.
The trail of his thoughts was broken by a popping sound. The man turned around and looked down. There was a boy on the lawn. He looked barely more than fifteen years old, and he was wearing nothing but black boxers, which was unusual enough to attract the man’s attention. The other thing was that the boy was looking straight at him with a determined look on his face. “Get down !”, the boy ordered suddenly. The man let out a snort of laughter, not too loud so as not to wake up the sleeping girl. “I’ll get down if I want to”, he said with a feral grin. This probably was some whole new vampire looking for an easy prey, or it looked like it. The man was eyeing his opponent, half-amused. ‘God, those youngsters’, he thought. ‘They really do have to learn from their elder. And maybe he should try to get an outfit too.’ The boy suddenly held out his right hand. His eyes lost their blue color, turning gold and bright in the night. “Get down”, he repeated very slowly. To his own surprise, the man lost control of his body. His mind was telling him not to obey, but his limbs did not follow. He found himself standing on the lawn in front of the boy before he could really realize what had happened. Then the boy lowered his hand, and the man felt his body again. “I don’t know who you are, kid, but you shouldn’t do that again.” The boy laughed, a merry sound that contained a darker, crueler note. “I have lived far longer than you have, and I will live far longer than you will, vampire”, he said with a smile. “Oh really ? Why don’t you let me mind my own business ? I have no time to lose with demons or whatever you are. Now get out of my way, I don’t wanna hurt you.” “Hurt me ? As if you could.” The boy held his two hands cupped in front of him. “Spirits of the Dream, I summon Ye. Come forth and show your powers !” The man (who was actually a vampire) found himself surrounded by a golden mist. When it dissipated, he was encircle by hundreds of blond boys with blue eyes looking at him with a smile. He hit the one closest to him. He vanished in a puff of air. “Wrong shot”, the boys said. And they all held out their right hands. The vampire felt a pain on his chest, and realized with a start that a wound had just opened in his left flank. He tried to hit another one, and the same thing happened again, but this time, a gash appeared in his right thigh. He fell on one knee.
“Stop”, she shouted to Quatre. There was some confusion as the illusions Quatre had created disappeared. Buffy got out through the window and went to the vampire. Quatre was looking at the scene with great interest, and apparently not intending to apologize. Buffy helped the vampire to get up. She didn’t look very happy to see him. “Angel, why are you here ?”, she snapped. **** Five minutes later, Angel was on the couch in the living-room. He had asked for Quatre to stay away from him and Buffy had asked Quatre to do it just for now. The Spirit was sitting in an armchair on the other side of the fireplace, still only wearing boxers. Buffy was trying to prevent Angel’s wounds from bleeding too badly on the couch. Trowa appeared out of thin air, making both Angel and Buffy jump. He looked at the scene and went to sit on the elbow rest of the armchair, his eyes asking a lot of questions. “This is the guy that was outside”, Quatre explained. “Vampire. It looks like Buffy knows him.” “I do”, Buffy said. “Why did you attack him ?” “It is my job”, Quatre replied, shrugging. “I couldn’t know you knew him. And he was looking through your bedroom window. I just figured it was another vamp trying to get you. I wanted to have some fun.” Buffy made a worried face. That was so great, if that was their idea of fun. She turned back to Angel, who apparently didn’t really liked to be the toy that was played with. He also didn’t like to have been caught red handed having a peek through Buffy’s window. “Angel, seriously, why did you come ? I have enough problems here, I really didn’t need you to show up and disturb my life and break my heart again !” “I heard stuff of something big coming”, Angel said through gritted teeth. “Of what exactly ?” “Of them”, he said with a gesture towards Trowa and Quatre. “Except I heard about six, and not two. And that they wanted to open the Hellmouth.” Quatre laughed. “Did you hear that, Trowa ? We’ve been mistaken for the bad guys twice in three days.” Trowa didn’t answer. He got up, and came closer to the couch. “Let me do it”, he said quietly to Buffy. “It’ll go faster.” Buffy stopped her attempts at patching Angel up, and took a step back. A green light appeared in Trowa’s right hand. He extended it over the vampire’s body and Angel was enveloped in the light. His wounds healed in about three seconds. Trowa took his power back and went to sit with Quatre again. Angel sat up and checked his arms and chest. “Buffy, what exactly is going on here ?”, he asked, uncertainty in her voice. Buffy sighed. “I’ll fill you in, and if you just dare tell me I am completely crazy, I’ll ask Quatre to finish you off for the night”, she threatened. “Don’t interrupt, it’s complicated enough.” One hour later, Buffy had a headache, Angel was completely puzzled and Quatre and Trowa were comfortably snuggled in the armchair, whispering. “They’re here to help you ?”, Angel asked. “Actually, there here to save the world and I am supposed to help them.” “I’m staying with you.” “Angel, I am not sure this is a good idea. I can handle the situation, and I don’t want to be worried about you.” “I will stay, whatever you say. I want to fight.” “Fine. Do what you want, after all, it’s not like I have anything to say that would make you change your mind. But I have to warn you that Spike is helping us.” “Spike ?” “Can I explain later, please ? I kinda intended to have some sleep tonight. I think you should go back to your old place, Angel. I can’t have you here. Willow and Tara are staying with me, and so are Quatre and Trowa. The house is packed. Oh, and I’ll have to tell Giles you are here.” She turned to the two spirits. “You’ll probably have to warn Zechs about this.” “Done”, Quatre answered with a smile. “Just go, Angel. You’ll meet us at the Magic Box at sunset, okay ? That’s where we hold our meetings now. You’ll find it ?” Angel nodded. He left without another word. **** “Hee-chan ?” “Hn ?” “I’m cold.” Heero shot a look to the naked body of Duo, who was lying on his stomach on the bed. “Then get dressed”, he said with a shrug. “Heeee-chaaan”, Duo whined. “What ?” “You’re mean to me.” “I know.” Duo smiled. In his opinion, life would be far less interesting if he didn’t have to find a new way to drag Heero into bed. A new challenge every day. Heero enjoyed the game as much as he did. The Japanese spirit simply loved playing hard-to-get. Duo remembered that in the beginning, though, Heero had not been playing, he had actually been hard to get, thousands of years ago. Duo almost jumped when he felt Heero get on the bed. He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t heard him coming. Now that was a nice change of pace in the game. Heero sat near the edge of the bed and looked at Duo, very careful not to come a inch closer. Duo grinned evilly. “If you want to play it like this, Hee-chan, I might have to punish you. How dare you mess with me ?” Heero just smiled, his face lit with expectation. Duo crawled closer and began to breathe on Heero’s naked skin. His breath caressed every inch of the perfect body, sometime stopping to tease an especially sensitive spot. When Duo reached Heero’s inner thigh, though, he suddenly stopped. He straightened up and sat back on the bed, smiling. Heero groaned with frustration. Every time he started it, he knew he was going to lose, but Duo had some very subtle ways of torturing him. “Duo ….” “Yes ?” “Please, don’t stop.” Duo reached out for the end of his very long braid. He used the end of it to brush across his lover’s chest, earning gasps of pleasure in reward. Again, he stopped abruptly. He loved to tease Heero more than anything else. That made his lover angry and he was far better in bed if he was a bit turned up. “Duo ..”, Heero moaned, despairing to be touched again. “Do you give in, Hee-chan ? Will you beg for Death to take you ?” “Yes. Yes, please, Duo.” Duo smiled again. He cupped Heero’s chin in his hands and kissed him deeply. He shivered as Heero’s hand began to make their way up and down his chest. But then something happened. Duo froze as a wave of unexpected energy was detected by his overactive mind. He broke the kiss and looked around. Heero, very disappointed, began to reach out for him again, but stopped in mid-gesture. Duo’s eyes had turned silvery blue again. His breath was short, and he was concentrating to try and locate the source of what unsettled him. Even Heero could feel the air tense around them. He caressed Duo’s cheek with a long finger. “Duo, what is it ?” Duo didn’t answer. It looked like he hadn’t even heard. Heero frowned. Something was definitely wrong. “Shinigami !”, he called. Duo’s eyes focused on him, and turned slowly back to their original violet color. The Darkness spirit lied back on the bed, still breathing in short gasps. “Duo, is it Him ?”, Heero asked. “No. No, it isn’t Him. It isn’t Him, but it is someone who is not supposed to be here. I don’t get it. She was dead, I am one to know. Or if she wasn’t, they tricked me.” “Dare (1)?” “Heero, I … I think that it was Une.” Heero’s eyes widened. (1) Japanese for “Who is it ?” *gives a cheer to Laurence-sama* ^_____^ ~ * ~ |
