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"Magic, Mischief, and Miracles"Written By: Honor Disclaimers: I've contracted some guy named Doctor
Draken to steal the boys. It's part of his mad scheme to take over
the world. Nifty, huh? Pairings: 3x4, 1x2 already established Warnings: AU, violence, language, supernaturalness,
LEMON, yaoi, etc. Spoilers: nada Author's Insane Ramblings: Okay, this is the result
of watching too much Inuyasha. I was sick, and to keep myself entertained,
I bounced back and forth between watching Inuyasha and writing GW
fanfiction. This...is the result.
" Magic, Mischief, and Miracles" Part 4 There was no need to look behind him -- the dark cloud hanging over Trowa's head was large enough that it was easily visible to Quatre. It had been visible ever since he woke up and had stayed that way throughout the morning. The blond's shoulders slumped. "Trowa, can't we drop this already? I said I was sorry." "..." Okay, enough was enough. Spinning around, he folded his arms over his chest and glared right back at the unhappy cat demon. "I can't help it if I blacked out! Or that I used up too much energy when fighting that demon! Stop being mad at me!" "That isn't what I'm upset about." "Then what?!" "Caring for me is not necessary. You will cease to do so." "Yeah, keep dreaming!" Quatre snapped back. "Even if I didn't like you, I'd still make sure your hide stayed intact. You're my only real means of protection out here. I wouldn't make it in this place -- I'm too much of a stranger to it. And -- why do you have that funny look on your face? Trowa?" "You...like me?" /What, hasn't anyone said that to him before?/ "Sure I like you. Sometimes I want to hit you for being an idiot, but the urge always goes away. Uh...Trowa? You look like a strong wind could knock you over." The demon pulled a scowl back onto his face to cover that sudden surge of elation. Ridiculous. He shouldn't be happy that a human liked him. The blond was talking nonsense anyway. "Let's go." Quatre threw up his hands in exasperation. "You can't just ignore everything because you don't feel comfortable with it." Trowa glared at him. Quatre glared back. "And while we're on the subject, how is your shoulder this morning?" "I told you to stop worrying about me." "And I told you to keep dreaming, I'll worry if I want to. Show me the shoulder." "No." "Don't make me hit you." Quatre darted in close to the demon and yanked the clothing out of the way. Unmarred skin met his eyes and he blinked in surprise. "Wow. You can't see even a hint of any injury. When you said demons healed fast, you weren't kidding were you?" Resigned for the moment, Trowa just looked at him. Righting the clothes, he stepped away and continued walking. "Let's go, we're burning daylight." And now it was Quatre that was in a bad mood. As long as he lived, Trowa would never understand humans. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- /The jerk. He's upset because I was worrying about him. What, is it a crime or something? Why am I even worrying about him in the first place? It's obvious that it isn't necessary, he apparently is Superman's twin brother or something. I'm not even sure why I like him, he's usually a complete pain in the neck./ His eyes were staring into the flames blindly. For once, he wasn't thinking of what to eat for dinner, or how tired he was or how close they were to Terandl. He was more worried about the sleeping arrangements. He'd slept next to Trowa every night that he had been on this world. It now felt natural to roll up next to that very attractive body and sleep. Tonight, however, he did not want to even look at Trowa, much less sleep next to him. Quatre started as a large piece of heavy material landed over his head. Yanking it off, he realized it was Trowa's cloak. He twisted around so that he could look up at the demon in question. "Sleep." Trowa turned away, heading toward the other edge of the clearing. For some reason, the gesture made Quatre feel like the biggest heel on earth. After watching the demon lean against the tree, closing his eyes as if to sleep, he felt even worse. Standing, he hesitantly approached, kneeling beside the demon. He kept silent for a long moment, wondering just what to say. Nothing brilliant came to mind, unfortunately. "Why does it make you so uncomfortable? The idea of being my friend." "Friend?" Quatre gave him a half-smile. "Well, you're certainly not my enemy, Trowa." "Hn." "Why were you really upset with me?" A pair of green eyes slowly opened and fastened on the blond. "...don't risk yourself for my sake." Quatre blinked in confusion. /What does that mean? Surely he wasn't upset because I...waitaminute! He was worried about me? Is that what this is all about?/ "I can't promise that, Trowa. You put yourself at risk for me -- I'm allowed to do the same for you." Trowa growled low in his throat. "I am not as easily damaged as a human." /He WAS worrying!/ Smiling from ear to ear, Quatre clambered onto his lap and draped the cloak around them. Wriggling around until he was comfortable, he snuggled his head under Trowa's chin and let his eyes fall closed. "Good night, Trowa." Quatre's sudden delight was confusing to Trowa, and his immediate snuggling even more so. Five seconds ago, the blond would have gladly strangled him...now he was cuddled up to him, sound asleep with a smile on his face. He would NEVER understand humans. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Trowa was still just as confused the next morning, but he wasn't about to question the return of Quatre's good mood. The little human had been right, when he'd described himself as 'fairly even tempered'. It was pleasant traveling with him, for the most part. The only time he was truly upset was when he lost his temper with the demon. And Trowa's habitual silence didn't usually bother him, as long as the blond was sure that he wasn't being completely ignored. In the past week, Trowa had actually said more than he had in the past year, so maybe the blond's conversational ways were rubbing off a little. There was something like a fleeting sense of regret, when they rounded the bend and saw Heero and Duo waiting for them. He wouldn't have minded having Quatre to himself for a little while longer. Duo must have cheated and Transported them here. Trowa sniffed carefully, but there was no hint of blood on either one of them -- Heero was completely healed, then. Good. "Hey, it's about friggin' time!" Duo grinned in delight, jumping down from the boulder he had been sitting on. Quatre lengthened his stride, waving slightly. "Hi." "Hey. He's still alive, so Tro must have stopped being an idiot." Quatre's grin was rueful. "Mostly." He winked at the demon beside him to take the sting out of the word. Trowa just glared back, huffed, and gave up. Teasing, apparently, was a part of Quatre's personality and he was just going to have to get used to it. He noticed that Quatre was now staring at Heero in bafflement. In fact, his eyes were nearly crossed. "Quatre?" He blinked rapidly as he came back to the real world. "Sorry. Uh, sorry if I'm being rude, but...Heero what kind of a demon are you?" "Earth." "Oh! Okay, now it makes sense." Duo perked up, intrigued. "What makes sense?" "His soul looks...weird. With you or Trowa, it's obvious what you are just by looking at your souls, but Heero's...um. It's like seeing mountains and water and air all jumbled together. It's strange to try and see all of that at once." Duo nearly pounced on him. "Wait, are you telling me that you can see souls? Not just the energy signatures that people leave behind, but souls?" "Oh, uh, we haven't talked about this yet have we?" "Talk while walking," Heero and Trowa ordered. The Look Duo gave them was torn between amusement and exasperation. "You've been around each other too long. Com'n Q, I want to hear more about this. And I really want to know what you did the other day that wore you out so bad." While they talked of power, souls, energy, manipulation of said power, and how grumpy their respective demons could be, the two demons followed and had a conversation of their own. "Can he fight?" Trowa shrugged. "Yes and no. I didn't think he could -- but he killed an oni two days ago." This obviously confused Heero, considering that he couldn't see any weapons on the little blond. "How?" "He can manipulate souls -- I'll try to explain it the same way he did. He took the jyaki and soul of the oni, and threw it out of his body." "...that would kill, yes." Trowa clenched his teeth, eyes grim. "What I don't like is that he was very close to that demon before he managed to kill him. Someone wanting to kill him instead of eating him would have managed it before he could react." Heero studied him carefully, weighing the tone and expression on his friend's face. Trowa was rarely attached to anything -- he was probably closer to Heero and Duo than anyone else. Even his own family was more a novelty to him than a source of affection. Heero could still vividly remember when he'd first met Duo, and how being near that charming human had finally softened his own heart. He'd fallen for him hard and fast, and years later he still couldn't regret it. Was Trowa following the same path -- falling in love with a human? That he was already protective of the blond spoke volumes. "Duo will train him. He'll know how." Accepting this as the best course, Trowa nodded and looked ahead. Heero, also satisfied, went back to searching the surrounding countryside and keeping an eye on his braided lover. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Quatre had talked until his throat was dry then talked some more. Duo had been a fount of information and ideas and theories. Some of them were interesting, some of them were a little scary, and some of them were the stuff of fables...and he supposedly could do them all. According to Duo, Quatre was a type of clairvoyant. A very rare type, that is. Duo claimed that no one like Quatre had existed for a few hundred years now. Lots of history had been written down, of course, but some of the records of those clairvoyants were...questionable. Quatre translated this as: we'll see what's true and what's legend. Great. One of the things that he was supposed to be capable of was stealing other demon's energy in order to create weapons. This...almost sounded plausible. Of course, the only way of testing it was to ask a demon... Quatre approached Trowa when they stopped for the night, smiling gamely. They had settled into a half-moon cavity near a mountain stream, and he rather hoped it would shield them from unfriendly eyes in case his experimentations were bright and visible. "Um, Trowa?" Trowa looked up, a little suspiciously. He had been contemplating taking a cat nap, since Heero was here to take first watch. "Yes?" "Can I borrow you?" "...for what?" "Er...practice?" Trowa's suspicions went into overdrive. Yup, the blond was definitely up to something. "Explain." "Right...okay, the quick and dirty version of this is that I'm not the first kind of clairvoyant with these abilities. Duo's read a little about them, and apparently it should be possible for me to borrow a demon's energy and form a weapon to fight with." "And you wish to test it?" Quatre gave him a hopeful smile, eyebrows raised a little. Well, he had hoped that Duo would find a way for Quatre to defend himself, using his strange abilities. He could only blame himself if he hadn't considered the full ramifications of that wish... "Fine. What do you need me to do?" "Okay, in theory I need you to do something that exerts more power than you usually do." Humming slightly in thought, he re-ran the battle they'd had with the two demons. "That thing you did where your claws shot out pieces of power might do the trick." "Shards," Trowa corrected as he stood. "Huh?" "It's called Shards. Ready?" Quatre had no idea. Was he ready? He nodded anyway. Trowa's hand lifted, the knuckles cracking slightly, and Quatre could literally see the buildup of power in his hand right before it was released. Discs of raw power about the size of his fist shot out from Trowa's hand. He extended both hands and pulled, calling that power to him. As Trowa watched, wide-eyed, Quatre took his power and melded it into an odd type of sword. It arched, narrow at the hilt and spreading into a broader shape at the edge. He could see it was just made of power -- the whole thing glowed. "How effective is it?" "No idea," Quatre admitted softly. He couldn't seem to take his eyes from the blade in his hand. After a moment he shook himself and went to a nearby rock. With one hand he swung at it -- the rock hissed, and melted to either side. Trowa swallowed. Damn, that was impressive. "...rather effective." "It's surprisingly easy to hold, too," Quatre offered. He looked a little shaken at the damage he was capable of. "Usually it's difficult to hold onto energy of any sort. I wonder why this is different." "You're using it -- not holding it." The blond blinked at the simplicity of the explanation. Of course! Energy would be harder to store or hold, and easy to use. That followed the laws of physics to a tee. His smile at Trowa was delighted, and pleased. "I guess I'm not defenseless anymore. You won't have to worry about me." Trowa snorted, dismissing that notion immediately. "Ah? What was that?" Quatre let the power dissipate in his hands so that he could turn his full attention to teasing Trowa. "Are you suggesting that you're going to continue worrying about me even when it isn't necessary?" "Go to sleep, Quatre." "That's hardly fair you know," the blond wasn't about to be derailed now. Trowa was looking suspiciously pink, and that sort of reaction just couldn't be ignored. "If you get to worry about me for no good reason, then I get to worry about you." "Quatre." He beamed innocently. "Yes?" "Go to sleep." "Nope. It's more fun to tease you." "..."
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