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"A GW Fairy Tale"Written By: t-shirt View Art work for 'Fairy Tale' Click HERE Disclaimer: Gundam Wing and its characters are
copyright to Sunrise, Bandai, Sotsu Agency, and associated parties.
I make no money with this fic. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU/Fantasy, Angst, SAP! Lots of sap,
fluff, a brief lemon or two Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xM I blame this one on Shev cause she’s the one that shoved this bunny up my skirt *snerk* Beta’ed by the sweet Mechante *hugs* thanks sugah! Summary: Hiiro takes a trip into the lush canopy of an ancient forest and discovers much more than new spices of fauna. View
Art work for 'Fairy Tale' Click HERE "A GW Fairy Tale" Ch 1 It was supposed to be the basis for my senior thesis. A means to study and research the great variety of opportunities the plethora of animal and plant life the deep forest had to offer. My major demanded more than was offered in books or libraries and finally prompted me to request the funds necessary to take this the trip into the heart of one of Japan’s eldest woods. I had been looking forward to the journey for months, planning, studying and gathering supplies. I had not intended to share space with anyone but my guide. Had I known it was necessary for a minimum of five to attend in order to qualify for the grant I might have staved off or found some other way to make the trip. As it was, time did not allow for other arrangements so I was forced to abandon my hope of a quiet sabbatical and accept my classmates as travel companions. Wufei wasn’t all that difficult to tolerate. He was, at the very least, composed. He enjoyed the solace of the written word and maintained a certain dignity when not in the company of his intended. Meilan had her good points as well, but get them together and it became necessary to duck and cover. I had to question the intelligence of any family that would force two people who obviously disliked each other that much to wed. I hate to admit it and would never tell him to his face but Quatre… irritated me. Where he has proven himself a noble comrade and good friend, his incessant need to worry over everything tried my nerves. Luckily, Trowa would be joining us, which meant the blond would have other things on his mind besides trying to keep me from looking `lonely`. It had been clear to me for some time that the two of them held special feelings for one another so I figured it would be easy enough to distract them with each other should the need arise. Our chaperone and guide was an older man who had spent a great deal of time in the deep forest. His name was Akami and I held him in high regard as one of the leading researchers in the field. He was what I wanted to become someday and had many articles, books and even documentaries to his credit. His work had helped find any number of new medications, stopped the deforestation in the southern region and led to the heart of the forest being protected as a preserve. I had been very much looking forward to working with him but had not foreseen Quatre’s enthusiasm. I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I wanted to speak with him about his findings when working with the many different types of ferns that grew under the canopy but every time I tried to bring it up Quatre was there asking such whimsical things as if there really were fairies populating the deep underbrush and would kodama come out in the light of the full moon to play. Meilan wasn’t much help as she seemed to adore the old folk tales as well and Akami would soon be led away to spin some fanciful tale and entertain the kids. It was…frustrating. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t just tell them to wake up, that there weren’t any fairies or tree spirits. We hadn’t come here to vacation, it was supposed to be a learning experience, a time to research and study the bounty of the world surrounding us. Instead, my classmates had turned it into a camping trip complete with marshmallows and sing-a-longs. By the second night I was fed up with the lot of them and decided to rest on the outskirts of camp where the noise was minimal and work on my journal. There was a moon up there somewhere but it was difficult to see through the canopy, the only evidence to be seen in the delicate shards of silvery/blue light that somehow navigated their way through the darkness of the trees. The forest was quite beautiful at night. Everything just seemed to whisper of life and harmony. It was nothing like the constant clashing of the human race, something I was starkly reminded of when Meilan decided to inform Wufei he was being an ass again. “Why must you be so cold?” she snipped. “You act as if I might offend them,” he retorted. “You offend those who choose to believe.” “Are you telling me you believe in fairies?” he chuckled and I rolled my eyes because I knew what to expect. “Don’t be absurd!” she shouted and was suddenly on her feet. “Of course I don’t believe in fairies! It’s the principle of it! Why must you tear down anything you don’t understand!?” “It is impossible to tear down something that does not exist.” I missed her retort as something caught my eye in the darkness. Just a bit of light, nothing more, but it had moved oddly and made me curious about what sort of animals might wander the trees in this area. “Wufei,” Quatre was saying in his placating tone and I started to turn back to the conversation but just as he said, “Certainly you can see the importance of nurturing one’s imagination…” I thought I saw something again and decided to go investigate. It was the wrong season for fireflies but what had caught my eye seemed to flit from bush to bush as I approached. I was quickly aware that if I kept chasing after it I would end up hopelessly lost in the dense wood in the middle of the night so I stopped and waited in the hope that it might decide to flutter my way. It was so strange. After a time I saw it move but this time it didn’t move away but to my left. It was quick and buried itself in the darkness before I could get a good look at it but I did see it was rather large for a bug. At least six inches long and gave off a luminous hue when it moved. I’d never heard of a beetle that could generate a glow like that before and found my curiosity peeked. The distant sound of Wufei’s rising tone as he defended himself against Meilan’s claims that he was a pompous ass drifted among the ancient trunks where the tiny shards of moonlight set a dapple pattern on my skin and the forest floor. I felt my heart skip a beat when the creature moved again, this time to the right and for a moment I could have sworn it was actually flanking me. I shifted hoping to keep it from getting away before I could identify it and it suddenly moved again. Too late did I realize I was backed into a corner, the spindly branches of an old ume cradling my back as the soft illumination darted from the bush to a thickly hung air plant that had made a home in the crook of a branch near my head. I knew I shouldn’t, because the forest is fraught with as many dangers as there are wonders that abound, but I had to see it. Never had I known such an indescribable need than to answer the riddle of what had so cleverly entrapped me. It was an insane notion I knew that. To think that some bug in the middle of a forest could actually have had the mind to herd me into its trap. Perhaps I had been listening to Quatre and Meilan too long, or maybe it was merely the magical quality of the forest itself that had spawned all those fairytales to begin with but I wanted to know the truth badly enough I threw caution to the wind and reached to part the thick leaves of the plant. There are no words to describe what I felt when I was suddenly looking into a pair of tiny, amethyst eyes. I thought perhaps I was dreaming for a moment, as those eyes were set in the delicate frame of an almost human face. It sat hesitantly on a leaf, the gentle glow of a moonbeam resting on its shoulders and dancing along a pair of shimmering wings. I blinked and it moved as if to flee but then held its ground and I saw its small body glimmer in the dark and then dim. Movement appeared to create the soft glow I had seen. I was… enchanted and felt myself smile in wide wonder at what my eyes were telling me was real and right before my face. The elation in my chest doubled when it smiled at me in return then there was a sudden noise like the heavy foot fall of a man in leaves and it was gone. “You shouldn’t wander about at night,” Akami informed me. “Did you see it!?” I gasped, trying to see where it went but there was no sign of it anymore. “The forest can be dangerous at night,” he pressed, touching my arm as if to lead me back. “But it was there!” I insisted. “Didn’t you see it?” “What did you see?” Quatre asked as we walked back into camp. “I…” What had I seen? “It was…” So beautiful… and wondrous and… real. It had been real, hadn’t it? “We should all get some sleep,” Akami suggested. “We’ll be breaking camp early in the morning.” “Can’t we stay here!?” I gasped, wanting desperately to have another chance at meeting … it… that… creature…. “I thought we were going to make camp by the river,” Wufei interjected. “Yes, but…” That was miles away. What if it was gone when we came back through? “There are many treasures in the forest to behold,” Akami smiled, urging us to bed. Yes, but I was only interested in one of them at the time. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The tiny, crystalline eyes, the little wings like spun glass upon its back, the impossible beauty of its delicate face. I still couldn’t believe what I had seen but my memory readily reminded me what my eyes had told me it was. A fairy. It had been real and alive and right there in front of my face. There was no denying it and I wanted with all my heart and soul to see it again if for no other reason than to convince myself I hadn’t gone mad. Sleep never came to me that night. With the morning came the breaking of camp and mundane chores of necessity. Meilan and Trowa had cooking duty while the rest of us tore down tents and packed our gear. I had a great deal of trouble folding it all away as I wanted nothing more than to stay in the place where I had witnessed the most significant event of my life but the troupe would move on and I was expected to accompany them. My feet drug heavily though the underbrush and I was told to keep up more than once, bringing Trowa to walk by my side. “Are you ill?” he asked and though I felt a bit irritated by his probing I couldn’t blame him as I had led the procession until that day. “Akami said we’d be sure to see just about everything by the water,” he reminded me and I wondered at how transparent I was being. “I don’t think we’ll see it there,” I sighed. “It?” he inquired curiously. “I think it might have been… very rare,” I confessed. “Then I doubt you would find it again anyway,” he reasoned. “Come on, this was your trip to begin with. Cheer up, there’s still plenty to see.” I nodded because it would get rid of him and picked up the pace. He was right about one thing: I would probably never find it again no matter how hard I looked. The forest was vast and the creature had obviously been intelligent. It made me wonder for the first time if there might be more of them. If they had been the basis for all the folk stories and fairytales or if man had simply caught a glimpse of one and made the rest up. But it had been real… and it had been intelligent… and it had wanted me to see it. Of that I had no doubt. Akami led us to a place by the river just down from a small fall. It was picturesque in its simple beauty and everything I had dreamed about but after seeing the small creature in the woods the night before it seemed mundane and commonplace. We had arrived in the late afternoon having put the area of forest where I had seen the fairy creature far behind us but I couldn’t put the memory of those glimmering, amethyst eyes out of my mind. We set up camp, made dinner and began troubleshooting our equipment for the following day but all I could think about was the soft shimmer of a light dancing in the brush. As soon as things calmed down I settled in by a rock near the edge of camp and booted up my laptop. I shouldn’t have been using it, should have been saving the batteries for our research and documentation but I couldn’t stop myself from accessing the encyclopedia and searching for information on fairies. What I came up with was instantly overwhelming and mostly useless. Fanciful tales of little people with wings that did everything from grant wishes to heal trees. Some stories centered around the mystic qualities of the fey, crediting them with anything from the downfall of unwary huntsmen to the seduction of willing slaves but I found nothing that claimed the actual existence of the tiny sprites. My attention was drawn away from my fruitless search when I heard Quatre coaxing Akami to spin another tale of lore about the very subject I was having no luck finding any viable information on so I decided to shut down and listen for once. “…was unlike any other.” “I suppose she was the fairest that had ever lived,” Wufei commented dryly, earning a dark glare from Meilan where she sat beside him. “Beauty is a gift naturally born by those of fey spirit,” Akami smiled, his manner the one of slow confidence that he had displayed since our journey had begun. “But… yes. Only one of great beauty could accomplish the tasks expected of Shinigami’s light.” “So,” Quatre sighed dreamily. “She would lure unsuspecting hunters into the forest and deliver them to her god.” It was one of the dangerous tales designed to frighten little children into staying near their camps. Akami smiled and nodded and took a bit of the fruit he was cutting with his knife between his teeth before he elaborated. “Many have fallen to his charms.” “His?” Quatre perked up, openly smiling at Trowa. I caught the tiny turn of the taller boy’s lips before Akami snorted an amused little laugh. “The God of Death is not known for his tolerance of others,” Akami laughed, slicing another bit of fruit. I watched his eyes twinkle as they were watching me when he spoke again. “He would not chance the possibility of kin with a female lover.” It pissed me off. Irrationally so. How could he sit there and judge another living being like that? What the hell did he know about it? How dare he insinuate that beautiful little creature could be the means by which some demonic presence devoured human souls and damn him and his forefathers for claiming him to be nothing more than the sex puppet of a demigod! I had seen the purity in his eyes, had felt the innocence of his spirit! There was no evil in him and I hated Akami for not being able to see that as clearly as I. I had heard enough and turned to the solace of my tent for the night. I was tired; I knew that and attributed some of my temper to my lack of sleep. I hadn’t rested in over a day and felt the weight of exhaustion lying heavily upon my shoulders once I was out of sight of the others. I would sleep and when the morning came I would do my job and take my samples, record and observe and help to protect this forest for all time. I would make sure he was safe from humans who would tell tales and spread lies. I had to laugh at myself. Akami had been telling a folk tale, nothing more. His words had been ones that had been spoken a hundred times to entertain children and the curious soul. It didn’t mean he was speaking of this particular fairy. There had been no grounds for my anger other than my strong feelings towards the tiny creature that had somehow so completely captured my heart. I slept fitfully that night… and I dreamed. I was walking under the canopy though my direction was unclear. I knew only that I was searching. Searching for something elusive and rare and my heart gave a leap when I saw the flash of soft light in the brush. My step quickened, the promise of gazing into those beautiful eyes again begging me on until I was nearly running, my feet catching in brambles and briars but I didn’t care. Let it lash at my skin; let the forest take my flesh and blood if that was the price of seeing him again. I was sure I’d lost him, panic welling up in my chest so that I could hardly draw breath as I stormed through the trees, their boughs outstretched overhead, blocking out the light of the moon as if to hide him from my eyes then suddenly they gave way and I staggered unhindered into a shallow pool of moonlit night. He was there in the waterfall and the very sight of him took my breath away. No longer was he the tiny spirit I had seen in the brush but a fully-grown being every bit as tall as I was. He stood silently as the water cascaded down his slender shoulders; blue rivulets of shimmering moonlight curled and fell along the crevices of his naked form. The wings were gone but he looked nonetheless fey for their absence. His hair, something I had only distantly acknowledged when he had been so small was unbound unlike the first time I’d seen him. It’s silken chestnut ribbons washed over his body moved by the waters caress to slither here and there. It made my mouth water just to watch it and I longed desperately to join it in its gentle touch but then I caught his eye and felt as though I might weep when he smiled at me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Akami’s warning. Shinigami used many clever tricks to lure his pray, none so devious as the beckoning call of the human heart but I couldn’t care. If I was to die at the hands of this creature then so be it. I would cherish any moment he was willing to give to me; to touch him for a single instant in time would be sufficient in exchange for my soul. I reached for him, hopelessly lost in my blind ambition and thought my blood would swell inside me to the point of bursting free when he smiled and took my hand. He was warm, Gods, he was so warm even standing in the cool cascade of the mountain spring and I shivered hard when he drew me close and let me embrace him. I had no idea what to do, what was allowed or what he really wanted but somewhere in the back of my mind a little voice was telling me not to question it, that it was nothing but my own fantastic imagination providing me with the ultimate fantasy so I raised my hand, tilted his beautiful face upward and laid my mouth gently against his. I was dizzy all at once, his lips were hot, searing in their intensity and I felt their heat wash down my throat and invade my body. It was like swallowing hot coals but they caused no pain, only an overwhelming rush of instant elation and I fell helplessly into the incredible heat. His body moved closer to mine, his skin burning under my touch as my hands explored the gentle curves and subtle nuances of his form and I felt something deep down inside my belly begin to boil. It tickled at first, sending a thrill through me that made me clutch at him even tighter and he drank me in with all the ravenous hunger of a starving wolf. Then, quite suddenly, pain erupted in my chest and I feared Akami had been right, feared my life had been traded for the pleasure of his kiss but even then I couldn’t be sorry for it. I watched as he fell away from me, his face growing smaller as the distance grew, our bodies losing contact and the cold rush of water where his heat had abandoned me jerked me back to reality just in time for me to understand I was falling into a black sea. I plummeted, dropping into the tumultuous waters and found myself so disoriented I couldn’t find the surface. My head spun, my chest ached and my lungs burned in their need for oxygen as I flailed about desperately trying to find the air then suddenly, my hand burst through the thin skin of the water’s ceiling and I sucked harshly on the life giving air, my throat felt as if I had breathed fire and my eyes burned with tears. I thought perhaps I really was dead when the sound of bright laugher came to me as the rush of excitement ebbed from my ears but then I saw him where he tread lightly nearby. His eyes shone brightly, those eyes of violet-blue and I felt the need to go to him grow stronger as I paddled his way. He was laughing and it was a contagious sound so I soon found my lips curled and a chuckle bubbled up to sound above the black water. He was swimming away, the roar of the fall was nearby but I couldn’t see it and I didn’t really care. He was there and his eyes beckoned me so I followed until my feet found purchase on the sandy bottom and I at last could stand. He stood as well and I saw him in all his resplendent glory as he quietly turned in the dark, his naked body glistening with tiny droplets of water in the moonlight, his eyes begging me for more than my wanton gaze and his body fully erect and waiting for… me. I had had wet dreams before but nothing anywhere near this level of eroticism. His wings flickered in the light as he cocked his head and smiled and I suddenly realized they were back. He was whole and real and I was seeing him in… great detail then, as if he knew how desperately I needed him he came to me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when his arms draped over my shoulders and I was graced with the feeling of his warm skin under my hands once again. “Now… you are mine,” he whispered against my lips and his voice was like that of a thousand tiny bells, his body so hot where he pressed against me and drew be down with him onto the bank I thought he might actually melt into me. I took him there on the sand with a heart so full the evidence of my joy ran down my cheeks, the words that couldn’t be said mirrored in their salty proclamation as he offered himself to me and I took from him and we forged a bond I hoped would last beyond the lifespan of the stars. Our coupling was slow as I savored everything wondrous about him, his hair so soft and thick, skin as smooth as the petal of a rose. His body yearned for my touch and I gave it to him as happily as a babe at its mother’s breast. He fed me life and I devoured all of it that I could find so that I had the strength to feed it back to him and watch his spirit light with that ethereal glow. It wasn’t long before I needed more of him and he of me and his body began to shimmer and pulsate beneath me. He stretched out and I locked our fingers together as he strained to match my efforts but something inside me suddenly burst and I wanted nothing more in all my life than to see him break free. The fear of hurting him disappeared and allowed me the will to push him beyond his endurance and I swear when he fell I saw the birth of creation in his beautiful eyes. He was smiling when my vision returned and the sight took the sting out of seeing tears sparkling at the corners of his eyes. I let him rest and kissed them away, mildly aware of the gentle lap of the water around our hips. It was almost as if it had come to wash away the evidence of our joining and it made me a little sad to think it was over. Secretly I wished as I kissed him deep and slow, that if I were still alive, I would have many more dreams such as this. “Hiiro?” The sound of my name on his lips cut deep into my heart. “How…?” “You are mine,” he smiled then kissed me again and I felt a cold desperation rising up in my chest. “He will never have you,” he promised, his voice tinkling distantly in the dark and I gripped him tighter but he was sifting through my arms like the sand beneath us. “Wait… please,” I begged but he offered me only his smile and the gentle caress of his fingertips, the touch nothing more than a breeze along my skin before he faded from my mind.
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