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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 9 - Restless Minds “What did she just say ?”, Buffy asked, not really sure that she should trust her ears. “She said she wanted Heero to kill her”, Duo said, as if it was something that people casually asked Heero all the time. “Why do I seem to miss the exact meaning of those words ??” “Because they don’t mean anything”, Quatre said. “Relena is completely insane.” “I am not !”, the girl scowled furiously. “Okay, maybe I am a bit on the edge, but I am not crazy.” “A bit on the edge ?”, Trowa said, raising his eyebrows. “I think someone forgot to tell her that she fell off the edge a long time ago, Tro”, Duo said. “And she probably knocked her head in the process, which didn’t help her to find back her senses.” Buffy was trying to understand the conversation but she soon gave up. ‘Note to self : never ever have spirits in the house again, under any circumstances. Not even if the world is ending and they’re the only ones to be able to stop it. Especially not if they’re going to screw in my mom’s bed.’ It was just after that that Buffy realized that Zechs had somehow vanished. But the Slayer had the strange feeling that he was still in the room. He had probably done something to hide himself from Relena. Which meant that Relena was not on their side. “Which side is she on ?”, Willow asked just at that moment. “Side ?”, Quatre said. “She is on nobody’s side, she’s just having fun. The problem is that she was summoned by someone. Until that spirit allows her to go back to our dimension, she is compelled to obey him or her.” “And none of you summoned her, right ?”, Tara said. “We most certainly didn’t”, Quatre answered. “Apart from chasing monsters and undoing nasty spells, we spend half of our time trying to escape Relena.” “Why that ?” “Because the nasty girl has a crush on my boyfriend, that’s why”, Duo snapped. Heero nodded to confirm. He was looking at Relena with something that looked a lot like annoyance. No, in fact, he looked supremely bored by her way of waving and shooting happy sparkling glances to him. “Heero”, Relena moaned. “Are you going to let them say nasty things to me ?” “Hai”, Heero answered. “Why ?” Heero shrugged. “Just go away, Relena.” “I don’t want to. I want to stay with you.” “I beg to differ”, Duo stepped in. “Mister is MY boy toy, okay, not yours ! You keep your hands away from him, or …” “Or what ? You’ll kill me ?” “If only I could !”, Duo growled. Giles got up, surprised. “What do you mean ? You can’t kill her ?” Duo gave him a sarcastic smile. “You see, miss Relena here is what we call a Jester. A poltergeist, if you prefer. I got nothin’ against regular poltergeists, they’re funny pranksters, and you can count on them to liven up things a bit. But the girl here has a one-track mind. And all she’s able to think about is Heero. And, yeah, that’s right, poltergeists can’t be killed, merely sent back to their dimension.” “So how do we get rid of her ?”, Buffy asked. It wouldn’t be possible to have a serious conversation with Relena around. “Try to annoy her as much as you can, and she’ll leave”, Quatre suggested. “We must make her get away. Dorothy summoned her.” “Now, Quatre, that’s mean”, Relena said. “You are not supposed to use your powers on me. It isn’t fair game.” “Relena”, Quatre said on the same tone, “I can’t kill you but I can knock you out for several hours if you really insist.” “Please let me”, Buffy said. “She can be hurt in this form, right ?” Quatre nodded. Relena smirked. “You’re a human. What harm do you think you can do to me ?” “No idea”, Buffy said with a shrug. “But there’s one way to find out.” And she punched the poltergeist. She was a bit surprised to actually feel flesh and bones under her fist, she had half-expected her hand to go through the girl. But Relena stumbled backwards under the violence of the blow. “Aow!” “Hey ! It worked”, Xander said. “How dare you do this to me ??”, Relena whimpered. “How could you do that to me ? You are a human !!!” She was holding her nose. Trowa raised to his feet, his right hand held out, a malicious grin on his face, something quite unusual. “I think we found a very good way to get rid of the missy. If you want, Buffy, I can heal her and then you can start punching her again. I might even find it amusing.” “Your are bad, mean, cruel people!”, Relena moaned. “I’ll come back and I’ll have my revenge !” “Yeah, right !”, Duo snickered. “See ya around, okay ? Now get going, or I might join the ‘turning Relena into a punching bag’ club.” Relena stuck out her tongue and vanished in a puff of dark smoke. Duo came to Buffy and shook her hand. “Thanks, really. I’ve been trying to shake her off Heero’s back for eons, and there you come and find the perfect way !! I’ll take a leaf out of yar book next time she stalks us !” “You’re welcome”, Buffy said, a bit startled. Zechs appearing out of thin air made everybody (except the spirits) jump. The Light Spirit was lightly frowning. “I am not sure it was a good idea to do that, miss Summers. It may have been more cautious not to show your power, especially to someone sent by our enemies.” “It’s okay, Zechs”, Quatre interrupted. “They will learn soon enough who Buffy is anyway. It wouldn’t have changed a thing. And it got us rid of her quite effectively.” “I have to confess I was impressed. Relena can be such a pain in the ass sometimes.” Everyone looked at Zechs, gaping. It was rare and almost comical to hear such crude expressions in the mouth of this supremely elegant and refined being. “So what ?”, Zechs said impatiently, brushing his bangs off his face with little results since everything fell back into place. “She gets on my nerves too.” **** Heero and Duo walked through the darkened city back to the wood cabin. Heero could feel that Duo was restless and agitated, and it made him uneasy too. The air tensed around them. Heero frowned and held his power back. Now was a bad time to even unleash a bit of power. But he could understand what Duo was feeling. Anticipation, excitement, frustration at having to stay low. Heero’s lips curved into a smile. Duo and ‘staying low’ were definitely not matching. They were in one of the darkest corner of the city. Heero knew why Duo had insisted to come back that way. With any chance, they would bump into a vamp or a demon, and they would both be able to unfold a bit of their energy. Heero took a sharp breath. Sex wasn’t even a release, since it just refilled their energy levels, but a good killing was a damn turn-on. And of course, they bumped into a vamp. Spike. “Hey, fangy ! How ya doin’?”, Duo asked lightly. “You”, Spike growled low. “What did you do to me ?” Duo blinked stupidly. “I didn’t do anything to you. Have I, Hee-chan ?” “I think by ‘you’, he meant the six of us, Duo. And if you really want to know”, he added for Spike, “It was Quatre’s idea.” “What is happening to me ?”, Spike snapped. “You don’t look too well, now that you mention it”, Duo admitted. He turned to Heero. “What do ya reckon, is he trying to fight the spell ?” “Probably. He won’t do it, though. Quatre made sure of that, and it’s only for a few more days.” Spike shot them both a disgusted look and disappeared into the shadows. Duo sighed. No punch for that time. “You know what we should do, Heero ? We should go back at Willy’s.” “Why ?” “Because I’m sure that’s where Une is recruiting demons and vamps to work for her. And she’ll never come to you, you know her. We have to hunt her down if we want to fight her before Morgoth comes.” “She’s my enemy, Duo, not yours.” “At least, I’m happy to see it doesn’t bother you that much to have to kill her again. It’s gonna be harder this time, you know.” Heero shrugged. “I don’t care. As long as she’s in my way, I get rid of her. How many times is a subsidiary matter.” “Tell that to Wufei”, Duo said thoughtfully. “May I remind you that I never fucked Une ?” “Ewww!”, Duo said with a grimace. “Thanks a lot for the vision of horror that suddenly went through my mind ! Yuck !” Heero grinned evilly. Duo kept on ranting loudly about that for about ten minutes. But then, he came back to serious business. “What do you think, Heero ? Even if we don’t meet her, we can have some fun. I’d like to scare the shits out of Willy, and I could use a drink too.” “Duo …” “What ?” “Nothing, forget it.” The Darkness Spirit stood in front of his lover, his violet eyes staring into the blue ones. “It’s not nothing, Heero. You want to kill. You need to kill. I felt it.” Heero sighed. No need to try and deny that, and no need to try and trick Duo about that, because Duo was right. He needed some action. He needed to fight. That was his nature after all. Warrior Spirits were born to fight. And the last weeks had singularly lacked in any type of action, since Buffy and the Scoobies were doing the monster hunt themselves. Heero gave in and followed Duo. **** “You guys didn’t need to come on patrol with me”, Buffy said. Quatre just smiled. Trowa smiled too and slid a long possessive arm around his lover’s waist. “Zechs doesn’t want any of us hunting alone. I know you are quite capable of taking care of yourself, but we can help. And actually, we need some action. Quatre is bored.” “Yeah, I am”, Quatre said, stealing a kiss. Buffy tried to keep away from her mind that she was out on patrol with two holy spirits that were almost making out on the street. Their clothes were not exactly the discreet kind either. Quatre’s white-golden shirt and light-blond hair caught every ray of light, making him almost glow in the darkness of the night. Trowa was still wearing his jeans and turtleneck, but they were far from hiding his body, so tight were they around him. For all Buffy knew, he could have been wearing nothing, it would have been the same. Quatre’s leather pants were also very tight. Buffy wondered if Holy Spirits had ever heard about underwear. “I heard that”, Quatre said mockingly. “And yes, we have, but we don’t like it.” Buffy blushed, but it didn’t show too much in the darkness. She was saved from the trouble of answering by a light noise in a bush. “Get down !”, she said under her breath. They hid. “It’s a vamp”, Quatre whispered. “But he’s defiant. I think he can smell your blood from where he is. Wait, not just one. Three.” “Good. One each.”, Trowa said. “Can I play bait ?”, Quatre asked almost pleadingly. “What do you mean exactly by ‘play bait’?”, Buffy asked. Trowa rolled his eyes. “Dream Spirits. They always know what goes through your mind, you never know what goes through theirs.” He turned to Buffy and explained. “When we’re trying to trap demons or creatures, Quatre is usually the bait. He’s got quite the look and he can change it at will if need be. I remember once he became some kind of rather disgusting giant slug …” “Not my fault if that’s what the demon liked”, Quatre said. “So, can I ?” Trowa brushed Quatre’s cheek with his thumb. “Of course, you can. Have fun.” Quatre unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, showing his neck completely and his collarbone. He ruffled through his hair, making it a bit messy. Trowa was right. He looked just like the perfect vampire treat. Iridescent white skin through which every vein could be seen and traced, and the innocent boyish look in the blue eyes. Quatre smiled and went out of the hiding place. The blond boy came closer to a bench and sat on it, flinging his arm over the back and looking up at the stars. Of course, less than five seconds later, the three vamps were closing in on him slowly. It apparently took Quatre a minute to realize he was being watched. He was playing his part perfectly. He began with a curious glance at the newcomers. This was soon replaced by inquisitiveness as he realized the faces were distorted, and then fear. “He should be nominated for an Oscar”, Buffy said under her breath. “What’s that ?”, Trowa asked. “Never mind. I’ll explain later.” The tallest vampire came closer to Quatre, putting his leg on the bench. Quatre shifted back. “Who are you?”, he said, his voice shaking with the accent of a pure terror. “It doesn’t matter who we are”, the vamp answered. “The right question is, who are you ?” “Really ?” “Yes. And the answer is yummy dinner for three !” Quatre squealed in fright. Back in the bushes, Trowa fought not to burst out laughing. “God, I love it when he does that !” “I’d say ‘get a room’, but we’ll see to it later, if you don’t mind”, Buffy said. “No problem.” The tall vamp put a hand on Quatre’s shoulder. He never got to finish what he intended to do as his prey suddenly got up quicker than sight and lifted him by his shirt, making his feet leave the ground. Buffy and Trowa came out of the bushed and aimed each at a different vamp. While fighting, Buffy was trying to see what Quatre and Trowa were doing. She had never seen a spirit fight for real, and she was curious to see what they could do. Quatre was not doing a lot, actually, but since his powers were mostly mental, that seemed normal. Though he was quite strong physically too, Buffy thought almost offhandedly. Lifting a vamp off the ground is not that easy, but Quatre was carrying his vampire like it was a feather. The Dream Spirit’s eyes turned to gold again. The vampire’s body began to twitch convulsively. Blood began to flow out of his nostrils, his mouth, his eyes and his ears. That looked painful. Quatre let the shirt go, but the vampire kept floating in the air. Telekinesy, Buffy thought. The blond spirit waved his hand, and a beautiful golden dagger appeared in it, the blade slightly curved. Quatre plunged the blade in the vamp almost lazily, and watched with delighted eyes as the body disappeared into ashes. Then he went to sit back on the bench and waited for the two others to finish. Buffy almost regretted watching what Trowa did, afterwards. It looked like the Healer didn’t like to touch his victims, at least not directly. His own telekynesic power was holding the vamp sprawled on the floor. A wave of his hand ripped the chest open, and a second one took out the heart. The vamp poofed out in dust. Buffy staked her vamp and joined the two Spirits. “Can’t you guys just do the job already ? What’s with all the game ?” “Game ?”, Quatre asked politely. “A good vampire is a dead vampire. But you don’t need to rip his chest open to stake him, you know. This (she indicated her stake) goes through flesh also.” “I don’t use weapons”, Trowa said with a shrug. “Nice. Remind me not to piss you off, or you would probably torture me for endless ages with your bare hands.” Buffy put her stake back in the sheath she had in her sleeve. “I didn’t imagine that a Healer could kill that way.” “As Zechs told you, my power has two edges. What can heal can also kill when it is misused. Like a overdose on pills, if you like.” “Oh, I don’t like, but I understand. So you are not just a walking pharmacy for the guys here, you are actually killing too. And I was starting to think you were the only one I could deem a bit normal.” “Hush”, Quatre suddenly said. Buffy and Trowa turned to him. Quatre’s eyes were scanning the night, and he suddenly pointed at something. “There. That’s Dorothy.” “Great !”, Buffy exclaimed. “Perfect timing. Can I beat the crap out of her ?” “I am afraid not. She’s not Relena. But we still can go and ask her a few questions. As long as you’re with me, you’re safe.” “Ask her a few questions ? Why not kill her ?” “I need answers before”, Quatre said simply. “And she will give them to me, whether she wants it or not. The treason of kin unto kin shall not be left unpunished.” “Dorothy tried to kill Quatre last time we fought Morgoth”, Trowa said calmly. “Of course, she never got close to do it. She’s even younger than Quatre, and she cannot wield as much power as he can. It looks she has improved, though. The transfer spell is one of the most complicated that exist, and obviously, she modified it to keep part of her powers.” “Can you do a transfer spell ?”, Buffy asked Quatre. Quatre nodded. “My powers are quite extensive. Working on the mind of creatures is a wide field of action”, he said. “I could make the entire humanity believe they were pink bunnies if I wanted to. But there are some powers and spells that are best left untouched. When I joined the team, I knew that it meant I would have to find new ways of developing my powers so as not to use the kind of spells Dorothy wields. That’s what I did.” “Well, let’s just hope you still outmatch her, or we could be dead very soon”, Buffy sighed. “It’s okay, after all, I’m used to fighting hopeless battles.” Quatre grabbed her sleeve, his face suddenly very serious. “There is still hope, Buffy. There is always hope.” **** “Do you wish anything else, Mr Maxwell ?”, Willy asked nervously. They had been here for about an hour. Duo was sitting in a chair, his booted feet on the table, and sipping something that looked suspiciously like blood. Heero was sitting at the other side of the table and looking at the crowd. He failed to understand why a sane human would try to open a bar for demons and vamps, but that probably paid well. Still, it was dangerous. Heero shot a look at Duo. The Darkness Spirit had done everything he could to make Willy uneasy, and it was working only too well. Maybe Une had scared Willy shitless, but that was nothing compared to what the poor human was experiencing right now. Heero had just watched as the tension was building up. Teasing was Duo’s specialty. He would crack Willy up in no time. To be honest, Heero disliked Willy a lot. The man looked like the kind who could be corrupted by anyone, not an ounce of loyalty. Duo put his feet down and motioned for the trembling man to come closer. “Actually, there is something I wish, Willy. I wish to have some infos.” “I told you I couldn’t …” “Yeah, yeah, I know what you told Buffy, I was there too, remember ? But I know you lied.” Willy gulped. “Buffy didn’t beat you up, probably because we were there and because she thought it would be a waste of time”, Duo kept on. “But guess what, I am not really with her on that subject. I think beating you up could produce very interesting results.” Willy gulped again and shot a look to Heero. The Warrior Spirit stared back blankly and took a sip of his own drink. “Now tell me, Willy”, Duo whispered, his voice soft like velvet, “where is Une ?” Duo knew the answer before he finished to ask the question. He had felt her presence creep into his mind, but he made no move to betray he had noticed her. She was standing just behind Heero, and if her eyes had been daggers, Willy would have reduced to a living impression of a pin cushion. Duo released Willy. The man disappeared in the back of his shop. Duo turned back to his own drink. Heero had made nothing that could indicate he knew Une was there, but Duo knew better. His partner was completely aware of her presence, and he was ignoring her deliberately. Duo smiled. That would be enough to enrage her. If there was one thing she didn’t like, it was to be ignored. Especially by the person she considered to be her greatest enemy. His attitude indicated in very certain terms that he didn’t consider her a threat, and that was raging. “Hi, Heero”, Une said in a very cold voice. Heero didn’t turn around, but he smirked lightly. “O genki desuka (1), Une ?” (1) Japanese for „how are you ?“; This is
the very polite way to say it, and of course, a bit ironic in this
situation *grins at Laurence-sama* ~ * ~ |
