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"Dawning"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: Not ours. They belong to rich people. We just snuck them out of the high-security vault when they weren’t looking. Pairings: 3x4, 5x2, 1+(um…eheheh…we have no idea.) Warnings: Angst (which is fixed), AU, Fant, violence, character death (a couple of the bad guys, don’t spaz), questionable humor and LEMON!!! Rating: PG-13 to NC-17 Summary: When a man of obsession turns to the
powers of darkness to curse two lovers that are against him, then
those that can must do everything they can to break the chains that
ensnare them all. Author’s Notes (babbling?): *emphasized* //spell or thoughts//
"Dawning" Prologue
“Yuy.” The man replied in the same even tone, showing no emotion in his voice. It was a lie, for as he moved into Heero’s vision, there was anger and madness rumbling in his eyes. His Captain stood behind him, a sneer hovering at the edges of his mouth as he glared at the shaman priest. Deliberately dismissing Zechs, Heero turned to his other “visitor”. “How may I help you?” he asked, hoping that whatever it was, he could do it and then get the Archbishop of L’Aquila and his underling *out* of his home. It wasn’t often that someone would make the four day trip out to the old abandoned castle to ask something of him. “I want a curse.” Heero arched an eyebrow, not sure he had heard correctly. “A curse?” “Yes.” Treize walked forward silently, confidently, looking at the bottles of potions that were on the tables near to the door. The anger that he held in check swirled in the air around him like a cloak. Heero’s gaze flickered to the bottles and back to the Archbishop. “Who for, your grace, if I may be so bold to ask.” Heero felt beyond bold. He hated the Archbishop, but he could do nothing to stop the man if he chose to do something. The man had power at his fingertips and he was not afraid to use it. “Ah, that’s the question, is it not?” Treize said softly, coming to stand in front of Heero. He looked down on the smaller man, his eyes cold and filled with madness. “I want a curse for those who would disobey me, who would thwart me in my endeavors.” Heero felt like cheering for those who looked to stop the archbishop, but held his peace and waited. “I want it for *Captain* Trowa Barton and the lovely Lord Quatre Winner.” Heero went cold. Oh gods. Not those two. Not the Captain of the Guard and Lord Winner. Though Heero didn’t know them personally, he admired and respected Captain Trowa Barton for his integrity and strength and Lord Quatre Winner for his gentleness. What had happened that the Archbishop would ask for a forbidden curse to place upon two of the most worthy souls in the world? Another chill raced down Heero’s spine as Treize’s smile grew colder at his shock. “Can you do this?” Heero drew in a deep, calming breath and stood straighter, looking Treize in the eyes defiantly. Archbishop or no, this would *not* happen. “I cannot, your grace.” “Oh? And why not?” The Archbishop remained calm, only arching an elegant eyebrow. Behind him, Captain Zechs stiffened and shot another glare at the shaman. “Because it is forbidden and I do not wish to break that.” //And I do *not* want to hurt those two if I can help it.// “Ah.” Treize placed a hand on the text that Heero had been writing and glanced at it, seemingly curious. “And is there no way I can convince you to change your mind?” Heero glared, fury beginning to take hold. //Calm, calm.// “No.” Treize sighed, disappointed and raised his hand. And snapped his fingers with an almost indifferent motion. Zechs’s smile was hard. “Men!” Heero’s eyes widened as six soldiers surged through the door and headed straight for him. Two caught his arms as the others circled him. He struggled against the confining arms and yelled. “You can’t do this! It is forbidden!” “Oh, yes. I know it is forbidden.” Treize said as he stepped in front of Heero. His voice dropped to a hiss, anger and madness swirling in it. “But what is more forbidden is disobeying the Archbishop and loving another.” Heero gasped as the Archbishop’s words impacted. //Oh, gods. They’re in love. He means to rip them apart. Oh, gods.// Treize stepped back and beckoned to Zechs. As soon as he had come forward, Treize spoke quietly to him. “Look for anything that resembles a book or scroll of curses and any potions that are required.” He flicked a cold glance at the still struggling shaman. “I know he has them here, though he says otherwise. Find them.” Zechs nodded sharply and gestured sharply to two of the guards. “Mueller, Alex! Come with me and search. You heard what His Grace said.” The two men disengaged themselves from the circle and followed as Zechs turned and disappeared down the hallway. Heero stared after them, his thoughts swirling. They were interrupted as Treize turned to the remaining guards. “Keep an eye on him and see that he cannot interfere. I will be back.” “Yes, Your Grace!” Heero watched as Treize disappeared down the same hallway and thought frantically. //Maybe they won’t find it. I put it in a place where *no one* could find it. Even *I* don’t really remember where I put it. Please, please don’t let them find it.// + An hour later, a shout echoed down to the hall. “Your Grace, it’s here!” Oh, gods. Treize walked back into the main hall, a triumphant smirk hovering at his mouth. In his hand he held a small book, a bottle and a small bag. Heero slumped slightly and stared. “It seems, my good shaman priest, that you didn’t hide this very well at all.” Heero glared as Treize laughed softly. He handed his prizes to Mueller as he came up beside him and walked over to the priest. Heero straightened instinctively, not about to be intimidated by the man. Catching Heero’s chin in his hand, Treize smirked down at him. “No, you did not hide it very well *at all*.” He let go and flicked a looked to Zechs. “Take care of him.” “You bastard!” Heero yanked at the arms that held him as Zechs came forward, his mouth twisted into a sneer. The last thing he saw was Treize walking out of the door as pain exploded in his head and darkness descended. *~*~* The blond laughed with joy as he was propelled down the hall by a hand on his wrist. The dark haired man in front of him turned with a brilliant smile and caught him up in his arms, spinning him around with laughter of his own. Their world was theirs this night. //Ego excito atrum vis veres succendo// Pulling the blond closer and staring down into fathomless blue eyes, Captain Trowa Barton felt his heart contract with overwhelming love. Lord Quatre Raberba Winner captivated him and held his soul and heart firmly in his hands as he held his love’s. //Hac audio ea citation// Looking up into Trowa’s deep green eyes, Quatre smiled, his joy nearly unbearable. This man was his and his only. Forever. He lifted a hand to Trowa’s cheek and caressed it. Trowa closed his eyes and placed a kiss into the palm, touching the gold band on the ring finger before pulling the blond lord into the softly lit chambers. They watched each other in the candlelight, love and anticipation shining in their eyes. Trowa smiled gently and pulled Quatre into him, lowering his head and capturing warm lips with his own. Quatre moaned as Trowa’s tongue swept along his bottom lip and he opened to him, tangling his own tongue with his husband’s in a dance of equals. He arched into Trowa’s solid body as hands caressed down his back, drawing his tunic up and over his head. His head fell back and Trowa took the offering, placing open mouthed kisses along the smooth throat. “I love you.” Trowa whispered, kissing the life pulse beneath his lips. “My heart, my soul, my own.” A lone tear slipped down Quatre’s cheek as he smiled. //Famulor// “And I you, my heart.” Picking his husband up, Trowa lowered him to the bed and came down beside him, capturing Quatre’s lips again. Hands flew and soon clothing was no longer a barrier. There were gasps and moans as skin slid across skin and murmurs of endearments whispered into the night. //Attero// Trowa’s eyes slid shut in ecstasy as he slid into Quatre’s warmth, tears shimmering on his cheeks. A soft hand caressed his cheek and he looked down into Quatre’s loving eyes. The blond lord smiled and arched. //Convulsus// They moved together, slowly, savoring the other’s love. Quatre reached up and sealed their lips together, sliding his arms more tightly around his lover. //Comburo// Together they cried out as their completion rolled over them and they flew into the sun. Trowa collapsed onto Quatre and rolled, pulling his lover onto his chest. With a quiet sigh and a last sweet kiss, the lovers fell into sleep. + The door burst open, light flooding the interior. Quatre jerked awake and cried out as he was ripped from Trowa’s arms. Trowa tried to go for his sword, but it was in vain as he too was captured firmly between two burly guards. “What is this?!” the Captain demanded, fear lancing down his spine as he saw his husband held back by two more guards. He struggled against the hold on him, but the guards did not move. Quatre froze as a voice cut through the dark and terror lanced through him. “What is this, Captain? It is your end.” Treize Kushrenada stepped through the door, smiling coldly, Zechs Merquise a step behind. Trowa’s eyes went wide as he saw a small blood red book held in the bishop’s hand. “Your Grace, what is this?” Trowa tried to desperately think, but terror was beginning to work its way up his spine. If anything, Treize’s smile grew colder and as he stepped up to Quatre, and the blond could see the madness swirling in his eyes. The bishop caught the little lord’s chin and Quatre whimpered in pain as the hand bit into his flesh. “Let him go!” Trowa wrenched against the tight hold. “Don’t you dare touch him!” “Or what?” Treize turned his head to glare at the Captain. “You are in no position to demand anything.” Turning back to Quatre, his hand stroked down the fragile neck as Quatre cringed. Stepping back, the bishop narrowed his eyes. “You have disobeyed me and now must pay the price.” Spearing Trowa with a heated glare, he snarled, “You cannot have him. If I cannot, then no one will dare to touch him again.” Quatre cried out softly as he felt power beginning to build. “Trowa!” Treize began to chant, his eyes flaring in triumph. //Necto animus tenus// Trowa gasped as pain lanced through him and he doubled over. //Bestia verus duco// Quatre’s eyes widened as he too felt pain. Trowa began to scream as the pain doubled. Quatre cried out, wrenching forward. //Semper seorsum// Trowa’s scream pitched upward as the guards abruptly let him go and stumbled back. Trowa fell. Before Quatre’s horrified eyes, his husband’s form melted into darkness and fur. “NOOO!” Treize smiled as Quatre’s scream of despair cut through the room. He looked over at the black wolf that stood dazedly, green eyes glazed. //Semper incomitatus// Quatre broke, tears streaming down his cheeks as he sagged in the guards’ arms. “Trowa…Trowa…Trowa.” He moaned as he stared at the beast his lover had become. Treize captured Quatre’s chin again and forced him to look up at him. “This is your end, little hawk.” He smiled as Quatre’s glazed eyes widened. “Oh, yes, you too are a beast. Your form will appear when the sun is risen. You will be together forever, and yet you will not. Touching and yet not touching. How ironic.” Letting go, Treize paced away and gestured to the wolf. “Take care of him.” “NO!” Quatre, with a last wrench, pulled himself free as the hilt of a sword smashed down into Trowa’s skull. “TROWA!” Small balls rolled into through the door and burst into flame, smoke rapidly filling the room. Immediately, those in it dropped to the ground. Quatre fell over the fallen form of the wolf, clutching desperately at the fur as darkness descended. + “My lord! Wake up, quickly!” Quatre jerked awake at the urgency he sensed in the hand at his shoulder. “What happened?!” Looking down, he bit back a groan of despair as he saw the fallen wolf that was his husband. A sharp tug on his shoulder snapped his gaze back to the man above him. “No time for that! He still lives, but neither of you will last if we don’t move!” “Who are you?” Quatre stumbled to his feet as a dark cloak was flung over his shoulders. He watched as the man knelt and scooped the wolf into his arms. “I am Heero Yuy.” He murmured turning his eyes to Quatre. The blond lord bit back a gasp at the pain he saw in those eyes. “I was too late. This is all my fault. I am sorry.” “Wha--?” Quatre bit back his question as Heero shook his head. “Later. Come we must flee and quickly. The spell only lasts for another hour.” With that Heero strode out of the door, Quatre following. “Where are we going?” “Somewhere safe.” They walked quickly through the dark passages, avoiding those corridors that were occupied. Soon they were outside and Quatre saw a small cart hidden in the shadows. Heero carefully placed his burden in the back and gestured for Quatre to climb in as well. Scrambling up, Quatre curled himself around the wolf, stroking the fur. Heero watched for a moment before throwing a blanket over the two. Climbing up into the front seat, he urged his horse into motion. With heavy hearts, the shaman and the cursed lovers disappeared into the dark. //Semper seorsum// //Semper incomitatus// ~*~*~* //I call forth dark power from below //Bind spirits into beast’s true form ~ * ~ Honor: All who are in favor of killing Treize say “Aye!” *listens* Opposed? Good.
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