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Chapter 6
Riiing!
Silence.
Riiing!
Complete and utter silence.
RIIIIIIIINNNNNGGGG!
He could swear that damned phone was growing more obnoxious by the second…
Another mind grating ring and at last the answering machine whirred to life, clicking a minute sound as the tape whirled to play.
"No one is present at the moment to answer your phone call, so please leave a…"
"Exactly… whose idea was it my dear to have the phone pick up after the fifteenth ring?" Came a light voice rich with sophistication and tinged with the haze of sleep and fatigue over the mandatory message.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time…" A much more uncouth and muddled voice replied as the speaker buried his head further into a pillow, quite literally burying himself into his lover's body with a contented sigh ignoring the speaker on the phone. Which was ironically his own voice.
Both paused for a sparse moment as the machine beeped to hear who was calling them at this ungodly hour, and to learn if it was important. Odds were 10000 to 1 that it was not, and that it was probably a flippant call or a telemarketer.
"Zechs get your damn ass out of bed, or your cock out of Treize, and pick up the damn phone we have a problem!" A female's irate voice drifted out of the machine and the blond cursed burying his head even deeper into the pillow.
Damn odds.
As an elegant hand drifted over the bedside phone, Treize picked it off the cradle and hit the on switch holding it elegantly to his ear, his hair slightly mussed and his eyes were closed.
"Good morning Miss Noin. How may I be of service?" He asked casually as if commenting on the weather.
"Morning Treize, where's Zechs?"
"A moment." Treize said quietly then glanced over at his lover slipping his eyes open. "Are you coherent love? Or shall I pass it to the third of our menage a trois?" He asked smirking.
"The third of your threesome is tired. Piss off." A third voice mumbled from the pile of bodies as a lightly muscled arm raised from the pile and flipped Treize a bird.
The man chuckled lightly.
Sprawled across the better part of the luxurious bed, his arm thrown possessively over Treize and Zechs both, a young male with golden, bronze hair in wild disarray and a thin and lithe body flopped over the covers covered in liquid that was quickly cooling on the skin as he opened his brilliant green eyes just in time to see the phone get tossed at his face and catch it with one hand.
"You're a bastard Treize." He muttered darkly and the man smirked blowing him a sly kiss as he unwove himself from Zechs and sashayed his way towards the kitchen.
It took the man five seconds to realize Noin was speaking to him and ripping his eyes from that firm and tight ass he focused back on the conversation swallowing loudly.
"Sorry, say that again Noin?"
A loud sigh.
"For the last goddamn time I have to speak to Zechs!" The male snickered as he lifted his free hand and poked Zechs' rock hard abs with a finger.
"You awake enough to take this phone call lover?" He asked sarcastically.
There was an incoherent grumble and low moan.
"He says no." The male finally told Noin over the phone once more. The female let out an uncharacteristic and unprofessional swear at last and resorted to screaming.
"APHRIM YOU FUCKER GIVE THE FUCKING PHONE TO ZECHS SO I CAN TELL HIM THEY ARE ALL DEAD." Aphrim, the holder of the phone, froze.
Zechs tensed immediately as his head shot up, his eyes wide beneath his tousled bangs.
Treize, who had come back into the room with three glasses of water stopped in the doorway, glasses still in his hands.
"Noin?" Zechs' voice was sharp as he snatched the phone from Aphrim's stunned hands and he sat up slightly, balanced on his arms and stomach. "Explain." He demanded.
Noin sighed again, but it was shakier this time.
"That group of assassins we hired… through the professors, you remember that all the doctors would tell us was that they were professionals and capable?" She began shakily. Zechs frowned.
"Yes."
"Well I finally got the dear old professors to spill on why we hadn't received a report of the results yet." Noin continued softly.
"Dead, I take it." Zechs deadpanned as his eyes fell to half mast, his expression deflated and tired.
"Oh yeah, but it's worse."
"How can it possibly get worse?" Zechs demanded sighing.
There was a pregnant pause, and Zechs started as he registered a sound he had never expected from his lifelong partner.
A heartbroken moan.
"… oh gods Zechs… we're fucking murderers…" Noin finally hissed out in a half broken sob. Treize, who had just put the second phone in the room to speaker mode blinked at the defeated cry from his companion, and even Aphrim had to stare.
"Noin, what the hell are you talking about?" Zechs after a momentary pause, his voice confused.
"One of the assassins had a sister, she spilled everything. The assassins are test projects, genetic soldier experiments."
"Experiments?" Aphrim echoed, his face going pale. "What kind of shit are we dealing with?" He demanded but Treize shushed him.
"Noin, explain yourself!" Zechs finally snapped his patience frayed like thin wire.
"They were kids!" She exploded at last, her self composure gone like fog to the wind. "They were fucking 15 year old kids Zechs! We sent them against a fucking monster and he… oh god the battle ground was… oh Jesus Christ forgive us…"
Silence reigned in aftershock like a cloud of death.
It ruled this realm as the mighty lord it was, all seeing, all knowing, and without fear.
Fear was reserved solely for those who wandered this realm unknown, unseeing, minuscule and tiny by comparison.
They were ants to a mountain and sky.
And that was exactly how Duo felt. There was no warmth to be had, no light to be seen, no feelings to be shared, he was cold inside, completely and wholly dead.
"Those are some good eyes." A soft voice whispered, the sound carrying low and lightly like mist on a breeze. A lone howl on a moonless night.
Duo turned and came upon himself staring back at him with those stunning cerulean blue eyes, and he saw what the speaker meant.
The eyes were cold, blank, it was the look of one who had touched death and came back, not unscathed, but one who had ridden, and been ridden by it, one who had been grasped in its claws and had fought for every inch of freedom, one who had born the full brunt of that terror, and come away triumphant, and fearless.
A murderer, a true destroyer. One who killed not because they desired to, nor for any reason save for the fact alone that you were a threat, and you needed to die.
"… yeah, good eyes." Duo murmured softly in assent and didn't move as the vision that was himself dissolved into another form.
A wolf reappeared before him, with shining golden eyes flecked with emerald bits that shined with the knowledge of the heavens. Its silver fur gleamed in this lightless realm with a brilliance all its own, its claws flexed against the shadow ground, glimmering with danger and fraught with the need to kill, to rend and tear and spill blood.
Its eyes too, were 'good eyes.'
"I am Ara." It said simply, or rather, sang.
Its muzzle opened, but no sound other then a low howl escaped the lips through gleaming canines and razor sharp fangs. Duo gazed at it for a moment, debating what to do before he curiously tilted his head and let a sleepy smile form upon his face.
Vaguely he realized he should probably be freaking out right at this point in time, but rather then argue, he went with it.
"Duo." He replied still giving his slow and relaxed smirk. The wolf bobbed its head once respectfully.
"Welcome, Arahadeln," it began in another graceful tune. "to my realm, here you are Alpha and dominant. I welcome you as Ulfric, Duo." Ara declared solemnly and Duo blinked.
"Ulfric?" He repeated quietly.
"King, king to the pack." Ara sang once more and Duo had to smile at that.
"Well I'll do my best, but I've never been a king before, I don't think I'll be that great." He admitted with a soft chuckle.
"Fear not, Arahadeln." Ara whispered and Duo felt it rather then sensed it. Moving shapes in the darkness. They came from all sides, these great predators. The first new wolf to move into the light bore a dark brown fur, gleaming with elegance as it stepped forward and sat on its haunches lightly, his handsome tail slightly swaying from side to side as piercing green eyes gazed upon him, his expression amused.
Next came a light colored predator, his fur was nearly white and he carried a solemn peacefulness in him, as if he were born to watch and protect. His light blue eyes were nearly the color of transparent ice as he lay down next to the brown furred wolf, his position relaxed and content.
The last to come forth was black, nothing but pure ebony black. If not for the whites of his eyes, the gleam of its talons and the shine of its fangs as he snarled a challenge Duo wouldn't have seen him in this dark realm whatsoever.
"For we…" Ara continued solemnly. "are your pack, and we will show you how to become Alpha, how to be dominant, and to judge if you can be Ulfric."
Duo glanced at her from the corner of one eye, the other set on the black wolf as if sensing to take his eye off it would be fatal.
"And if I can't?" He asked quietly.
The reply was unanimous and one.
"We will devour you."
The youth smirked and shrugged.
"Cool."
"That's… nice…" He moaned as in his dream he lay comfortably on the beach his head in the lap of a beautiful brunette with a nice figure.
"Want some more…?" The brunette whispered seductively as they held a single cherry over Merc's head teasingly.
"Oh yeah…" Merc replied giving a sloppy drooling smile. "Would love some Aki babe."
"Can I kill him… please?" Lilo hissed to Monique who gave a patient smile in reply.
"Mister Mercutio!" A voice suddenly bellowed. Lilo jumped, Monique glanced at the stairwell, and Millie who was sitting with Jinx gave an irate glare at the staircase as the ghostly spectral form of Kazuki burst through the lavender curtains.
"Oh yeah… scream it just like that baby…" Merc continued to drool.
Kazuki, instead of treating Merc to a reprimand, stood over him lamenting.
"Mister Mercutio wake up now!" He wailed.
"Mmmmmm… right there… oh yeeeaaaahhhh…" Huffing, Kazuki looked like a ruffled peacock and held his hands out threateningly pushing back the cuffs of his elegant 18th century petticoat.
"Very well Mister Mercutio, you leave me no choice. I regret doing this, but here goes!" And unclasping his hands, he thrust them through Mercutio's body, in the area between his legs.
"HOLY JESUS CHRIST!" Merc screamed in a soprano voice as his eyes snapped open and he immediately scuttled backwards on the couch squeaking.
"Somehow I don't think Kazuki regretted doing that…" Monique said thoughtfully in that lilting voice of hers.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME A FUCKING EUNUCH?" Merc demanded gasping and pale as he glared at Kazuki, twitching.
"Well I tried to wake you up peaceably but you wouldn't have any of it, so I was forced to resort to other methods."
"You grabbed my balls."
"OTHER METHODS." Kazuki pressed.
"You grabbed my FUCKING BALLS!"
"Will you just listen?" Kazuki demanded looking exasperated.
"TO A GHOST WHO JUST FRIGGIN' TOOK GROPING BEYOND ALL MEANS OF NORMALACY?" Kazuki exploded.
"MASTER AKITO HAS LOST CONTROL IN THE HUMAN WORLD!"
A pause.
In the background on the small little radio set atop the table with the incense, one could hear the faint streams of the classic oldies song, the lyrics playing in soothing melody.
"Silence is golden…" And then…
"YOU SHITHEAD WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY SO SOONER?" Merc demanded scrambling to his feet and running for the door, limping awkwardly. "Goddamn couldn't you have… shit I don't know, gone for something unimportant like my kidney?" He bellowed as he made it to the door and pushed past the curtains as Kazuki followed, hovering like a worrisome mother.
"Mercutio, are you going to need some help?" Monique called eloquently.
"NO YOU FREAKY BITCH! THE LAST THING I NEED IS SOME FUCKER ASKING IF YOU AND I WANT TO DO A THREESOME. …AGAIN." Came the sharp reply with the quaint slamming of the front door locking shut. Monique blinked, then shrugged with a casual roll of her shoulders.
"Was just asking." She said to the air.
Millie sighed and shook her head, before turning back on Jinx and rearranged the blankets. Tucking in the edges around the woman's legs as she moved up, she arranged herself to tuck in the blanket around Jinx's shoulders when Millie glanced at Jinx's face and screeched with surprise falling back onto her rear and revealing some interesting body anatomy.
Lying there on the ground, almost completely mummified in blankets, Jinx had opened her eyes and was now staring up at the ceiling with a blank and peaceful expression.
"J-Jinx?" Millie tried quickly as she pulled her skirt down again. "A-are you uhm… okay?" She asked nervously.
"I seriously need a cup of coffee." The priestess deadpanned.
"I'm going to die like this, aren't I?" Came a soft voice, quiet with remorse at the thought.
Kale shifted a little sleepily as he held his dragonet a bit closer and cracked open silver glazed eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked groggily in a breathless voice, spent with the exertion and satisfaction of bringing both himself at his lover to their peaks. Ren raised his hand to the ceiling, palm facing up as he stared at it, his eyes looking lonely, haunted.
"As a human. I'm going to die as a human." He whispered softly, staring still at his own flesh as his eyes gained a haze of terror. "I'm never going to spread my wings and soar through mountain peaks again. I'll never bathe in the icy streams of my home, never again will I hear the cry of my kin. I'll be human forever, until my death." He finished in a quiet whimper, his eyes growing soft with pain. "Until the Dark God removes this curse from me by taking me as one of his own." Kale sat up now, his eyes troubled as he caressed his lover's chin.
"Come now, what brought this on?" He asked softly, his eyes trained upon the dragon's, his fingers moving in comforting strokes.
"I wasn't afraid." Ren said softly, ignoring the question. "Of my future, I could dream of it, think of things I would do. But it was okay, it didn't hurt, because I knew… it would never happen." He said in a despairing voice, the tone rising slightly. "I knew that future would never come, and I did not fear, because it was nothing worth losing."
"…Ren?" Kale asked worriedly.
"But now I'm afraid. I don't want to lose that future. I have a chance now, a real future, something worth living for." Ren suddenly cried out, tears glimmering at the corners of his frustrated eyes. "Kale, I don't want to die!" He sobbed as he suddenly turned to clutch at the werewolf, crying freely. This was a fear he had never felt before. In all his life, the dragonkind had accepted their fates with grace and ease. They knew in their hearts that they were all destined to die, and Ren had felt that with clarity since birth.
What so few dragons experienced however, was the desire to truly live. They existed for eons, in times beyond knowledge and nothing was truly special anymore after a millennia.
Ren, young and new to this world by dragon standards, now felt the fear of a death he could not escape.
For since a fateful encounter with Malachi one night when the dragon had soared past the safety of his circle of mountains, for he had been curious at a scent of this cold, musky being, Ren had been cursed human, lest he wish death.
The vampire had smelt of ice and stone, dead wood and rotting damp, but there was an allure to the scent, something wonderfully exotic and Ren had been drawn to it like a naïve kitten to a petting hand. Malachi had chosen to punish the young dragon's innocence by placing a death mark upon the youth. Now all that was his dragon's soul was spent staving off the life stealing curse, and to turn dragon once more would be to invite death.
But Ren was young, his dragon beast premature and inexperienced, and he was dying. His kin in the mountains had feared his mark of the cold one, and he was banished.
He would never see them again.
But he had accepted it with the grace born to his kind, with an ease that left some feeling distinctly uncomfortable.
The grace was gone. The ease a memory. He didn't want to die.
"What brought this change about?" Kale asked blinking, his surprise was true for he was wolf and he understood all natures and customs. A wolf did not tell the hawk how to hunt, so Kale reasoned it was not his place to question Ren's nature.
This sudden change to his lover's nature was startling, and made the wolf terribly uneasy.
"You." Ren finally hissed as he clung to the werewolf, burying his face in those messy locks. "I have a chance with you." He whispered.
It clicked.
A future with Kale, a possibility where they could be something more than just friends. More than battle scarred companions.
Ren loved Kale, wanted a future with the wolf, a chance for true happiness.
And Ren was dying, that dream slipping away.
Kale stared with renewed loss at the dragonet, his despair growing now in the pit of his stomach with this bleak knowledge. This new guilt that weighed heavily upon his shoulders.
He had meant to ease pain and bring light into the dragon's life. Not add to the misery and break Ren's resolve to meet his death.
He had dealt a blow far worse than could be healed. And there was no escaping this fear now.
Ren was mortal. For now he feared death.
Kale gave a howl of anguish, he had as good as killed his beloved. Again.
"Kale." She breathed and was on her feet, loping off into the distance before Duo could even feign the idea to ask what was the matter. He moved to follow, and stopped as the black wolf stood before him.
"Would you abandon your pack for one, Ulfric?" It asked, his voice low, dangerous, familiar.
Duo turned his attention now on the wolf, his eyes wide with confusion.
He knew that voice… where?
"Who… are you?" He asked numbly, staring at the wolf in dumb fascination.
"An apparition of this dream world." The wolf replied coolly, his attitude smug, stern, deliciously comforting. It was like the scent of yourself buried into you pillow, a smell you knew by heart, and something you knew that would never hurt you, because it was you. Duo stared at the wolf, fear mixed with the comfort of the fact he knew this wolf would never hurt him.
"Your name…?" He asked softly.
"… Itsutsu." The wolf murmured at last. The name rang a bell, he felt he should know it. Duo figured that wasn't his real name, that there must have been some deeper meaning… but for the life of him he couldn't understand it.
"I am Mittsu." The one with piercing green eyes spoke, as if to hastily divert Duo's attention. It worked, and it somewhat didn't.
Again the name ran a bell, he felt as if he should know, understand these names, but everything came up blank.
Damn amnesia!
"Yottsu." The last remaining wolf proclaimed with a graceful bob of his head in a polite half bow.
"And it is time for you to awaken, young one." The dark wolf whispered. Upon those words, the world began to spin around him like a vortex of colored water down the toilet.
"Good luck to you, fledgling." A wolf called in final farewell.
Duo wasn't sure which one of them said it, but it did bring back a memory, and a horrible thought.
"Please…" His mouth formed the words, his lips were swollen with kisses, and his back was arched.
"Patience fledgling…"
A memory. He knew who that had been. Who it was. And as he lay in his bed, his sheets tangled in his limbs, his pale eyes staring at the ceiling above him, his mouth uttered a single word with dawning horror.
"Wufei…"
Blood, it dripped down his fingers to splatter in the neat little puddle by his feet, seeping into his leather boots and making a delightful squish sound as he stepped, the slither of a body being dragged the only other noise.
His eyes gleamed a venomously bright crimson, his fangs were at the full length, poking from his upper lip as he sneered, showing a mouthful of sharp teeth.
His pale skin was flawless, ivory white as his long and sharp nails were stained with crimson and he laughed. A sharp, evil laugh. There was truly no other word for that bone chilling sound that escaped the creature's throat as it laughed, full, and clearly. The ears were pointed, elven and beautiful, and a runic tattoo bled crimson beneath his left eye.
The cops around the building had their guns out, huddling behind police cars and they all tensed as the creature laughed. It made them want to run.
It made Mercutio want to run.
His eyes were wide, disbelief etched onto his features. He'd seen this demon before, yes, but never like this. Never fully submitted to his dark carnal beast.
"…Kazuki?" He whispered softly, his eyes wide. The ghost shook his head. He too was at a loss.
The demon threw the body to the ground and the cops fell back with a yell. The face was mangled, mutilated beyond all recognition, vaguely Mercutio could make out it had once been female.
Once.
"Good God…" He whispered staring at the demon shaken.
Akito threw back his head and let out a savage cry, half a howl, half laughter, and completely sinister.
And then the carnage began.
"Fel me den, caroway me gyse…" Began his deep voice, echoing slightly around them. They were words of the ancient language, but Mercutio, last survivor of a near immortal and wise race understood everything.
In short, it was Darkness of the 7 moons, evil of the 15 plains, nightmare of the 544 races, chaos of the 99 worlds, malice of the 1 fear!
The chant was low, quiet and Mercutio knew vaguely he should move, stop this, but he couldn't.
As the day they had first met, he was mesmerized.
Kazuki yelled at him, the police around him fired their guns, useless as the bullets bounced off a shield of violent lightning sparking blue, red, green and purple. Demon's fire.
And still Akito chanted, his hands held out, palms facing down towards the Earth.
Towards Hell.
"Hear me and obey my call!" He called now in plain English, and Mercutio knew why. It was to incite fear among the humans. Humans fear what they don't understand. But they fear what they do know even more.
Ignorance is bliss after all.
"I call upon the sacred number, the blasphemed power. Your blood is in my veins, your spirit carved into my skin, your will engraved into my body!" Akito hissed, his eyes darkened slightly with anticipation. "I call upon the six hundred and sixty-six powers! My will is your purpose! My wish your only thought! Come to me, flames of fear!"
Mercutio barely had enough sense left in him to grab a switchblade that he had hidden in his pocket earlier and stab his forearm with it releasing a heady flow of blood.
The liquid hit the ground, pentagram half formed already and finished just in time to shield him as the black nightmarish flames engulfed the area he stood.
Men screamed agony, most died on the spot, it was bloodless, it was clean.
In less than 30 seconds, a stray breeze blew all the remains away, nothing but white ash. The buildings stood unmarked, the cars silent with their lights blaring in their hypnotizing circles. It was eerily silent, as if a graveyard.
And Mercutio stared at Akito throughout it all, his eyes locked on the demon, he even ignored that Kazuki had been caught in the blast and spun through the dimensions.
He would be back, undoubtedly, Akito was his anchor after all, but for now, the two of them were alone.
The demon stared at Mercutio, his eyes narrowing and Merc stared back, unfrightened.
Aki could have anything of him this moment. Anything, here was the divine demon that he had loved at first sight.
The cold predator that had captured his love and lust, the one man who could have his soul, and gladly. Letting the shield marking fade away, Mercutio let the knife fall to the floor as he stepped forward with boneless grace born to his kind. He flowed to Akito, letting his human form slip away into nothingness.
Platinum blond hair that dropped to his knees in loose strings of gold trailed behind him like a cape framing his suddenly ivory pale skin. His blue eyes were electrifying as he stopped in front of the demon, but safety first now children.
He pressed a hand to his wounded arm and squeezed, increasing the amount of blood that dripped to the floor.
"Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, come to me now long dead spirits, you who rule the nothingness. Obey my call and taste my power, be mine and perform my will." He chanted quietly, Akito, long gone into his carnal beast reared up as he brought his hand down to perform the sacred spell once more.
The pentagram closed around them, encasing them in a dome of lightly colored purple runes and Mercutio smiled.
"Bad demon, no magic allowed." Mercutio scolded him lightly as he took that final step that put him right in front of Akito, their bodies touching ignoring the demon's growl as his magic fizzled way into nothingness. The elf ran his hands lightly over Akito's bare chest, reveling in the pale ivory skin and enjoying the effect of smearing his victims' blood a little over that well muscled torso. Akito growled as he raised his claws and the elf smirked a different smile. It was fearless, it was manipulative, it was insane.
"Feed from me master, I am your food, your servant, taste my blood and feed your other hunger." Akito froze, his eyes locked on the elf who turned to face the side as one elegant limb reached up to brush away his hair, revealing the pale nape of his neck.
"Give into your lust." Mercutio whispered, his eyes staring at Akito, his grin remained.
Akito bit down with a ferocity that would have killed any normal human, but Mercutio was resolute, and an elf. Two things that kept him alive. Clothes were shredded as Akito took him hard, nothing was used to ease passage of entry but the blood and even that did little to ease the pain. Mercutio smiled through it all, reveling in the pure ecstasy he felt, pain was heaven, pleasure further than that. He urged the demon, made all the right noises and even managed to enjoy it as much as one could.
When it was over and Akito's hunger satiated, the demon collapsed, his raven black hair began to slip back into his human form, which meant shoulder length and jagged rather than long and silken. His skin turned to normal losing it's moonlight glow, his ears disappeared into the round curved shape, his tattoo vanished. Human, and naked in Mercutio's arms who let his golden hair fall about them as he smiled still.
"I told you Aki-babe." He whispered as he stroked Akito's head smearing blood into the jet black locks, the look in his eyes psychotically possessive.
"We'd be together. Forever." He whispered.
By the time Kazuki had managed to track his master and return to the battlefield, he found Mercutio pulling on a shirt that was slightly shredded, his runes having only managed to heal it so much.
Aki himself wore only black pants, but the fact that those had survived the battle (and other things) was a miracle in itself and Kazuki understood that better than any.
"How did you stop him?" The ghost asked quietly, grateful to Merc who carted Aki back to Twilight over his back.
"Changed his hunger from blood to sex." Merc replied with a light shrug, still in his true form. Kazuki frowned.
"That would have required you to get close enough to touch him, how in God's name did you manage that without him blasting you away?" He demanded and Merc chuckled.
"I threw up a magical ward that negates all magic within it." He said with a smile at Kazuki. The ghost scoffed.
"Such power is beyond even Lady Jinx, stop your tomfoolery. Even if you would be able to cast that… why that would make you the most dangerous man in Twilight!" He snapped disbelieving and back to his arrogant flippant self.
Merc smiled as they rounded the corner and saw their home come into view.
"I know." He replied quietly.
Jinx lay next to an unconscious Akito, a cloth in her hands that was stained with a rust color, a washbasin next to her was colored an even darker red, the copper scent of blood filled the room.
Monique was over by Mercutio who was, embarrassingly enough pantsless, and yes, Mercutio did go commando.
The angel tsked and shook her head.
"Your neck is very, very badly ripped, he truly tore into you. I also advise you to engage in no sexual activities for a week at least as well, your anal region is very… how should I say… raped." She said daintily, a flicker of a smile on her lips.
"Aw shut up." Merc called over his shoulder as he sighed. When Monique called for him to bend over, he gave her a sly look and obeyed. Duo refused to watch any further as Monique pulled a towel from another washbasin and moved towards him with it in her hand, he had seen enough with the red and white running down the man's legs.
"What happened?" Duo muttered as he ambled into the room. Millie glanced up at him and shook her head.
"You should still be asleep Duo." She told him as she rose to her feet from her position next to Akito, she had been helping Jinx clean the blood from him. "You're still very weak from the memory recall."
"Actually, I feel kind of good." Duo admitted and glanced at her, noting the surprise on her face.
"…No. Fucking. Way." A voice said stiffly and Duo turned to find Ehry staring at him.
"… Ehry?" Millie called, a mild look of concern flickering on her face as she noticed the shapeshifter staring at Duo with confusion, and possible fear.
"Ehry, what is wrong?" Jinx asked softly in a soothing voice as she too rose to her feet and stared at her friend.
"… his power level." She finally croaked out as she took one step away from Duo who stared.
What had he done to make her so frightened of him?
"What of it?" Jinx asked frowning slightly, concern clearly evident in her eyes.
"… he's raised it. He took a fucking nap and… oh my god…" She whispered her skin paper white as she hit the wall and trembled against it. "He took a nap and almost doubled it."
Silence.
Every eye turned on Duo now, some with hostility, some with wonderment, and many with caution, fear.
"… well. I suppose then it is a good thing he is on our side, yes?" Jinx asked quietly a pleasant and blank smile on her face as she tried to defuse the situation. The tension lessened slightly, but remained.
A low groan brought the attention of many back to Akito who shifted slightly and raised a hand to his head, smearing blood across his forehead.
"What the…?" Akito began, and would have undoubtedly finished with 'hell' had he not noticed where he was. Sitting up immediately he glanced around, tense and legs bent as if preparing to flee.
"Akito, Akito look at me." Jinx immediately cried falling to her knees next to him and jerking his face so that their eyes could meet. He ignored her, his eyes glancing every which way.
An animal that was trying to flee.
"Akito, Akito listen to me! Akito look at me!" Jinx's voice grew, her concern evident as Akito began to struggle. Millie moved forward her crosses at the ready, Monique came over her hands out as if to cast a spell.
"Damn you Gavira don't you dare fall back into that cesspool of darkness!" Jinx finally snapped, showing the first true sign of anger Duo had ever seen from her. But it wasn't the true anger of hate or rage, it was an anger fueled by fear.
But that did the trick, Akito finally stared at her, and it took a moment for Duo to realize it had been the name that had calmed the demon.
Said demon was currently muttering something over and over.
"Kanone… where's… Kanone… KanoneKanoneKanone…" He continued to whisper and Jinx's hold on him tightened.
"I'm losing him." She whispered and everyone in the room tensed.
Suddenly Mercutio moved into range, his long hair trailing behind his naked body as he glided over to Akito and gently pushed Jinx out of the way.
"Akito?" The demon's head jerked slightly as he glanced up to meet the elf's eyes. He instantly calmed, much to the amazement of everyone in the room.
"… Mercutio…" He whispered hoarsely and suddenly his eyes filled with understanding.
"Let's get you a shower, I remember how much you like them." The elf teased as he raised himself and Akito from the floor.
Draping an arm over the elf's shoulders, the demon leaned heavily into him and let his eyes slip to half mast, a content look falling over his visage.
"I'll take care of him Jinx." Merc called grinning with good natured cheer as they both exited via the curtain door. Silence reigned in the after wake of their exit.
"… how the hell did that elf calm him?" Ehry hissed, her attention off Duo for a moment. "Merc has never been able to pull that sort of crap with Aki."
"Who knows, perhaps they were able to bond over tonight." Monique offered with a careless shrug that still seemed sexual in some manner. Jinx however was silent, her eyes troubled and Millie and Duo both noticed.
"What was that about?" Duo demanded suddenly, his voice quiet and questioning, he didn't quite want to disturb the atmosphere yet.
"He had a panic moment, one where his amnesia might have kicked in for a moment." Millie explained softly as she sighed.
When Duo stiffened, she glanced at him, then smiled, understanding.
"Yep. Out of all of us, his situation was the closest to yours Duo." She said quietly. "Akito suffered amnesia as well, it took us three full months to recall all of his memories. Then a full two years to keep him from trying to kill himself." She said quietly, her voice toneless.
Duo swallowed roughly.
Getting his memories back suddenly wasn't a good thing. But of course, this thought was interrupted by a call from Mercutio.
"Oh jeez… will someone please do something about Kaz? He's still on the goddamn stairs!"
With Merc's help, Aki fell under the hot water spouting from the shower head and sighed gratefully, the hot water easing the tension from his shoulders. For a moment he stayed like that, letting the water soak his knotted muscles, before he glanced at the doorway to his bathroom.
The shower stall door had been left open, perhaps that wasn't too great an idea since water was leaking onto the floor, but neither occupant cared at the moment.
Merc currently stood stiffly against the door frame, arms crossed with a look of obvious lust on his face. But something else as well.
Aki stiffened as he realized it was adoration.
For a moment he paused, before he glanced to the side, it was his trademark move when he was about to do something he was uncertain of, and was very embarrassed to do.
"… are you going to come in or not?" He muttered. Merc gave a startled jerk as his gaze shot to Aki's face, his eyes disbelieving. He debated fiercely, before he sighed and shook his head.
"Nah, if I do… well, we know what will happen." He said impishly. Aki smirked, that much was obvious considering Merc was still naked and the evidence of his arousal was fairly damned obvious.
"And?" He asked raising an eyebrow. Merc stared again.
"… I can't bottom tonight. It'll hurt like a bitch and I'm not up for kinky tonight." He said quietly, carefully.
"Again, and?" Aki asked dully. Merc stared a little more. Then he smiled and stepped forward.
Within seconds Aki was pressed against the tiled wall of the shower stall with warm water beating down on them both as Merc pressed the height advantage as he towered over Aki pushing their lips together and grinding hips.
Hands glided over skin trailing water and soap. This time Merc was the one who caused the pain, but it was considerably less, eased by water and lather.
When the water had gone cold, and both were satisfied, they fell, wet and clean onto Aki's bed soaking the sheets slightly.
And as Merc held Aki, soft kisses were shared, gazes of hidden secrets and understanding passed, and the low musky scent of sex filled the room as Merc's need awoke once more.
And at last, long into the morning, Merc rested his head on the pillow, smiling as Aki rested his own upon Merc's chest, they curled about each other, blankets discarded with only each other for warmth.
"… Mercutio." Akito suddenly said solemnly and the elf blinked tired and satisfied eyes.
"Mmm?"
"… thank you."
"If saving your ass from yourself is all it takes to get me a night like this, hell Aki you're welcome and I'll do it again." Aki gave him a slightly bitter smile as he glanced up.
"As I said. All lust, no love." Merc stared at that bitter smile, and smirked back as he leaned down to press a kiss to Akito's forehead, but gave no answer.
Minutes later when Akito had fallen asleep, Merc rested his head against the pillow and gazed at the stars outside the window.
"Of course, Aki-babe." He whispered. "No love at all." He declared, it seemed more like a remark to convince himself than anything else.
Even he could tell.
Day.
…morning.
Whatever.
She yawned and quickly stopped at a gas station, getting a cheap cup of coffee and gulped the disgusting shit down as quick as she could.
Gas station coffee was good for one thing, and that was caffeine. Certainly not taste, and not much else either.
Easing back into the cold morning streets, she sighed and pulled her jacket more tightly around her shoulders, fire foxes were not attuned to such cold weather.
She was patrolling a street, 15 minutes from dawn when she smelt it.
Ice and cold, tinged with rusty copper and that damned exotic smell that was slightly intoxicating.
Vampire.
He was in front of her before she realized it, her hand only halfway to her weapon, a sharp and silver crafted dagger.
He stared at her, his crimson eyes dull as he leaned in slightly.
He was smelling her, she realized.
"… you smell of the human. Where is he?" The Vampire asked quietly, his voice emotionless.
Lilo cringed, this one had been taken against his will, it showed in the deadness of his eyes. Only the forced became slaves, mind broken. But sympathy would get her killed. Slave or not, he still had orders, and he would follow them.
"Tell me where your master is and I'll tell you after I kill him." Lilo offered smiling a cheery grin that was just a tad sadistic.
The Vampire stared at her, then gave a shrug of his shoulders and lashed out.
The Kitsune was flying through the air before she realized it hitting the concrete fence wall of a parking lot.
He was fast.
Too damn fast for a normal vampire. She glanced up and her eyes widened slightly as she moved her head just in time to avoid a blow that would have crushed her skull.
She lashed out with her heeled foot, the bottom of the boot catching him straight in the jewels and sent him skidding backwards as his eyes widened with pain and he bent double cursing.
Lilo grinned as she jumped to her feet. Mind broken or not, no guy could listen to orders after being canned with her babies.
Goddamn she loved her boots.
Heaving a breath to abate the pain a little, the Vampire straightened slightly, his gaze murderous. Lilo surmised he must have been a sharp kid when alive, good eyes, sharp temper, intelligence was woven about him, damn they could have been friends if Malachi hadn't destroyed him first.
Another tally on the long list to kill him for.
"Run kid." Lilo said quietly, surprising herself. "The sun's coming in 10 minutes, you won't make it soon."
"… can't. Must capture the human." The Vampire said quietly and Lilo's eyes narrowed, her kindness only lasted so long.
"Don't you get it idiot? The sun. Bad for you. You run, okay?" She ran by him speaking slowly.
He didn't budge.
"… he'll kill them." He whispered, more to himself than anyone else. Lilo's eyes widened.
Her surprise left her open and he took it, his hand was coiled about her throat and tightening in a deadly grip. The sun was a long way off, he might die right after, but she would be the first to go, even her boots slamming into his gut did nothing to deter him, that was how far he had lifted her off the ground.
And suddenly he dropped her as a pained grunt escaped his lips.
Landing on the cold pavement coughing, Lilo glanced up, wide eyed as the Vampire turned to her, his eyes a pale gray rather than crimson.
"Run quickly Miss Lilo, he is too strong and I won't be able to hold possession for much longer." Came the spectral voice of…
"Kazuki?" Lilo whispered but was already climbing to her feet. "Thanks, I owe you." And she ran for it, the kid was no normal Vampire, it didn't take a genius to figure that out. Kazuki struggled to keep the boy within his cage, but it was breaking, the boy was too strong.
And then something connected.
Something that should have never merged.
The thread that was the Vampire touched the thread that was Kazuki, two dead spirits brushed each other, and they were suddenly merged, both seeing into the past of the other.
"Damn you! Damn you to hell you bloody devil!" Justinian screamed clutching the fallen form of a bloodied knight to him as he knelt on the ground, fires raging around them as men screamed. A castle burned in the distance.
The figure towered over him, and smiled, the crimson eyes, edged silver amused.
"Been there, done that." And his sword pierced Justin's flesh.
Kazuki's eyes widened as he was assailed with knowledge, memories, but worst of all, a name.
It was a lovely sandwich, his blonde beauty in the middle, his green eyed love on the bottom, him on top.
The Arab cried in a lovely scream of pleasure as he came, his lovers came with him.
And as they rested on the sheets, sweaty, tired, and content, he wrapped his arms around the two of them.
Them, they were his, his lovers, his beloveds, his joy.
And they held him back, the brunette touched his hand and enlaced their fingers, a smile on his normally stoic face. The blond giggled lightly as he snuggled against them both, curving his body against theirs'.
"I love you, Trowa, Heero." Quatre whispered.
And somewhere, in the dark caverns below the city streets, Malachi had settled onto a large bed covered in satin white sheets, he had been about to fall to sleep when he was startled to alertness.
Something had broken.
And the sun rose.
Malachi fell limp on his bed, the life gone from his body, as it was with every sunrise, and as it was with every vampire.
She came into sight and found Kazuki floating there, he looked paler than normal and she blinked.
The ghost had been forced from the host at the time of sunrise, but not because of death.
His was legend, his was lore, his was … terror.
A creature of the night which thrived in the sun, a god of both worlds.
"Ho…ly… sh…it." Lilo got out disjointed as she stared.
The Vampire stood there, bathed in pure sunlight and looking more alive than any other cold one Lilo had ever met. He had not burst into flames, he had not fallen to the ground soulless, he had done none of these things. No, instead his eyes were no longer crimson, they were a gorgeous prussian blue, and his gaze was intense, alert, but underlined with horror.
Kazuki took a sharp swallow, his eyes frightened as he backed away.
"Heero Yuy." He said softly and Lilo glanced at him. "His name is Heero Yuy. He's a goddamn Day Walker." Kazuki managed out, swearing at last.
It was a bad day when Kazuki started swearing.
And Lilo knew why, a Day Walker could kill them all. No wonder he had easily kicked her ass.
Oh yeah, very bad day…
Disclaimer: Long chapter? Why yes… love to my friends who bore with me through a terrible writer's block.
I've got like… 7 different versions of this chapter, I think I'll post some of them, you may get a laugh of how many times I have Duo waking up. O.o
