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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 8 It was still pouring rain when Trowa woke up the next morning. His eyes went to the person in his arms, softening as they took in the sleepy radiance of the face pressed against his chest. Quatre was so very beautiful -- in sunlight, by firelight, tired and dirty or sleeping, it didn't matter what the circumstance was, the blond could always take his breath away. He still didn't understand why Quatre wanted to stay with him. He knew he'd hurt Quatre last night by doubting him, but that wasn't really the case -- it was himself he doubted. So often he was moody, withdrawn or silent; polar opposite of Quatre's own sunnier disposition. Surely someone more open would suit him, but Quatre certainly didn't seem to feel that way. Why? "Trowa?" A pair of sleepy blue eyes opened. "What is it?" "Nothing. Go back to sleep." Quatre grumbled irritably. "I can practically see you worrying. You're tense, too. So what is it?" In spite of his attempts, the question seemed to drag its way free of his mouth. "...why do you stay?" "Oh, Trowa," Quatre sighed. "You really don't understand, do you?" Trowa held his eyes, silently urging him to explain, to give him a reason. /Please. Tell me.../ "Trowa. You're everything to me. You are what makes it all worthwhile. I can't explain why -- if I could explain it, I think it would lose its magic. It just simply is." Seeing that the confusion had gotten worse instead of better, Quatre took in a deep breath and clenched his courage firmly. "I love you. That's why." Trowa's heart skipped a beat, and his body forgot how to breathe. He... /He's in love with me?/ He shouldn't love him -- there was nothing about Trowa to love. There was nothing in him to offer, but... "I love you, too." Quatre lit up, a brilliant smile exploding over his face. He threw his hands up and around Trowa's neck, hugging him tightly. "I was so afraid you didn't --" Trowa was at a loss at how to explain that he had fallen hard for the blond only days after meeting him. He just hugged him back instead, holding on fiercely. He still didn't understand why Quatre loved him -- but he did understand that the blond in his arms was his, and that was good enough. Better than that. Shyly he pressed a kiss against Quatre's temple. Quatre grinned at the gesture, and pulled back enough to press a kiss against a soft and willing mouth. Trowa hesitantly returned it, eyes slowly closing as Quatre took his face in both hands and gently taught him how to kiss. Wrapping both arms around the human's back, he settled comfortably and just enjoyed the feel and taste of the person pressed against him. It took a couple of seconds for the sound and slight vibration to penetrate, but when it did Quatre broke the kiss, fighting down a burst of laughter. "Excuse me, but...are you purring?" Trowa blinked at the loss of contact then scowled. "I am not." "I think you were." "I wasn't." "It's cute." "..." Smiling mischievously, he tugged Trowa back down again. "Let's see, shall we?" "I wasn't -- mmph. Mmm." On the other side of the cave, Duo cracked open an eye. He was delighted to see that Trowa was wrapped around his blond counterpart, apparently having a very...ah, in-depth discussion. "Heero." Heero turned fuzzily to see what his lover was up to. "Hn?" "Look." It took a second, but Heero finally managed to get one eye to stay open long enough to see Trowa making out with Quatre. He also noticed something else. "Is he purring again?" "Sounds like it." They exchanged smirks before snuggling back in with each other, eyes closed. They'd tease Trowa about it later -- right now, the new couple needed a little time to themselves. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It might have been a little difficult confessing what he felt to Quatre, but Trowa quickly came to the realization that those moments of high-level stress were more than compensated. Quatre apparently felt authorized to act on every whim that crossed his mind -- be it hugging, kissing, a simple stroke along the cat demon's side, or a quick nibble along one ear whenever he was within range. Trowa was more than pleased with all of the attention, and sought to return it in equal measure. The only downside was that Duo was teasing them mercilessly. Ah well. There had to be at least one bad thing to balance all the good ones. Later that day they were walking down the mountain, occasionally sliding because of all the mud from the recent downpour. Quatre's head jerked around as they reached the base, upsetting his precarious balance on the trail. His feet slid out from underneath him, arms wind milling slightly to try and keep him from falling, but it wasn't working -- oh crap -- Trowa caught him deftly, lifting him up in his arms. Giving him a quick smile, Quatre went right back to studying that really strange aura that had caught his attention. "I'm not sure, but I think there's some kind of a demon traveling in the same direction that Terandl went." They all exchanged looks. "Bad demon or good demon?" Duo inquired. "Um...good, I think. It's hard to tell at this distance, his soul has a really weird shape to it -- but it's glowing white." Trowa inhaled deeply. "I've never smelt someone like this before. Heero?" Heero mirrored Trowa's actions, then frowned. Where had he encountered this scent before? "It's familiar, but I can't remember where I've run across it before." "So..." Quatre's eyebrows lifted slightly. "Does that mean he won't attack us for no good reason?" "Probably," Trowa allowed. "Regardless, we can't just sit here and wait for him to pass." Within short order they had reached the bottom of the mountain. Quatre kept his eye on that demon, trying to figure out just what he was almost seeing. He was so focused on figuring it out, that it took a few minutes before he realized that the demon wasn't moving. "Um, guys? He's not moving." Trowa halted abruptly and looked at him. "He's not moving?" "Yeah. I'm not sure if he's waiting for us or what, but...he's not moving." That spelled trouble to Trowa, and he made sure Quatre stayed behind him as they walked around the last bend. If this demon did want to fight, for whatever reason, he didn't want his blond hurt. Sitting on a boulder near the road was a slender demon with midnight hair and eyes. To Quatre, he looked Chinese, even though intellectually he knew that Chinese people didn't exist in this world. What really caught his attention, however, was the demon's soul. It was a dragon. A very complex, beautiful dragon. The form was slender, arched in powerful lines and folded up inside the human form the demon was presently in, in such a way that it held its form without looking cramped. "Quatre," Trowa murmured. "You're staring." "Huh? Oh, uh, sorry. It's just -- I've never seen a dragon before." He smiled by way of apology to the dragon in question. The dragon arched an eyebrow. "You see souls?" "Yes," Quatre confirmed softly. Aside, he murmured to Trowa, "I think we can trust him." The dragon lightly leaped to his feet, offering a slight bow. "I am Chang Wufei, of the Dragon Clan. I have been hunting Terandl for many moons now -- and have come across your scent in doing so. I wish to know what attack you used when you fought him." Quatre exchanged uncertain glances with Trowa. He didn't sense any nefarious intentions with the dragon -- Wufei. But he wasn't sure if it was wise broadcasting his abilities all over the place either. "It's not something I'm comfortable sharing with strangers. We don't even know why you're following Terandl." Wufei snorted, jaw clenching. "I have no love for Terandl. Revenge is my motivation." Quatre moved forward, fascinated by the brief flare of red in Wufei's soul. A deep hatred was there -- he could guess for whom. But why? "What did he do?" Quatre breathed. Wufei's eyes locked with his, and all of the pain and anger in him was bared for the blond to see. "I am the last of my clan, human. That should be answer enough." Quatre's eyes flared wide -- Duo had said that Terandl had wiped out a village to test Trivoxor's powers. "It was your village, wasn't it? It was that village that Terandl used as an experiment." Wufei nodded curtly. "Great Guardians." Quatre closed his eyes in pain. "I'm so sorry." "I do not want pity, human. But aid. I've fought the damn demon several times, but can't get the better of him because of that thrice-cursed sword! So how did you manage to hurt him so badly?!" Trowa growled as Wufei made an angry advance on Quatre. He closed in behind his blond's back and wrapped a protective arm around him. Wufei stopped abruptly, eyeing him, then the two of them. Duo came closer to nudge at Quatre. "Dragon boy is more than just looks if he's faced off with our favorite bad guy and walked away breathing." "Terandl is weak," Wufei snapped back. "It's the bloody sword that's the problem! As I'm sure you well know." "The sword is Trivoxor," Trowa finally stated. "It belongs to my family." "Then -- you are of the Barton clan?" Wufei absorbed the man's confirming nod and eyed the group thoughtfully. He wasn't blind -- there were two very powerful clairvoyants in front of him, and two demons that he wouldn't have voluntarily fought even on a good day. One of them knew the sword, and apparently its weakness -- he couldn't think of any other reason for Terandl's defeat in the last battle. "Will you tell me the weakness?" "So that you can avenge your clan?" Duo asked shrewdly. "Or just for personal gratification in finally beating the bastard?" Wufei's smile was feral and not at all nice. "Oh it's both, human, I assure you." "Join us," Heero invited quietly. Wufei's head snapped around to stare at him, eyes weighing. "Why?" "We have fought Terandl -- and lost. The four of us cannot achieve victory, just as you could not alone." "But the five of us," Trowa continued in that same quiet tone, "will be strong enough to destroy him." "You are so certain you can trust me?" Wufei queried, almost hesitantly. "He is." Trowa inclined his head to indicate Quatre. "And I trust his judgment." The tension in Wufei's frame relaxed. "Then tell me -- how did you hurt Terandl so badly?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wufei, Quatre was beginning to suspect, was more scholar than warrior. When Quatre had explained how he had managed to hurt Terandl, the demon had immediately understood what type of clairvoyant he was. He had then proceeded to ask him a slew of questions about his abilities, obviously comparing with something he had read and taking mental notes on the answers he was given. All of the questions had been a little distracting, and Quatre had unwittingly veered a little off course. But it was easily fixed, so there was no need to mention that to anyone...right? As he sat before the evening fire, plotting a way to slowly get them back on course without being obvious about it, he saw a glimpse on the horizon of something...bad. It winked into sight again, and this time he caught a clearer view of it. Correction: Really Bad. Trowa sank down next to him. "Quatre?" "Terandl just joined up with something," Quatre reported morosely. "Something as powerful as Vox -- only evil." Wufei abruptly started swearing. "Are you sure?" "I can see it, vaguely. It's hard to get a good reading at this kind of distance, but as powerful as that thing is -- yes, I'm sure." "Thing?" Heero repeated. "Are you saying it's a weapon?" Quatre turned to look at him briefly before his eyes settled on that dark red pulse in the distance. "Yes. I'm not sure how to explain this, but...living energy and harnessed energy looks different." "That's enough for us," Duo told him as he joined the group. "It really doesn't make sense to us anyway. So the question is, why did our favorite enemy get a new toy?" "Because Vox isn't obeying him," Trowa responded quietly. He pulled Quatre into his arms, letting the warmth and weight of his love's body give him comfort. Quatre settled into the embrace with a sigh, placing his arms over Trowa's. "When I struck Trivoxor before, it shouldn't have lost its power that long -- maybe a few seconds, but nothing more. And he's only had it in that one form." Wufei cocked his head slightly. "It changes forms?" "Yes. To whatever the wielder desires. Trivoxor, in and of itself, is not evil. It was originally created to protect someone in our family, and it does not respond well to people who seek to use it for something other than protection." "Which is what Terandl is doing," Quatre murmured thoughtfully. "He must have become frustrated after the last fight." Duo shifted closer to Heero, not liking the turn of the conversation one bit. He smiled slightly when an arm was wrapped around his waist and settled comfortably against his lover's side. "Q, I know jyaki is harder for you to handle than other types of energy. Can you reflect a direct hit from that new sword?" "...no. I probably can't. I could barely handle Vox's attack -- and its energy is relatively pure." "Which means," Wufei's voice was distinctly troubled, "that our one advantage is null and void."
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