Title: A Pirate's Life For Me
Rating: T-M (undecided)
Pairing: Bevin (Kevin X Ben); Kwen (Kevin X Gwen)
Summary: Kevin and Gwen are hard-ass pirates that just happen to be a couple, but that all changes when Kevin captures an apprentice blacksmith to work aboard his vessel.
A/N – If you are currently reading To Tame a Beast You Need an Angel please bear with me. I've been taking some writing classes and my skill has improved, but I've kind of lost inspiration for the story. Don't fret because I will update just not any time soon. I plan to take it down re-edit it then post it back up bigger and better then ever! Alas, for now I'm going to work on this and finish in about one, two, maybe three months.
"In the beginning God made land and beast then as an afterthought he decided Why not I throw in a truly stupid animal that will live in fear of one another and hate each other for everything they find different in themselves and thy brethren?"
Author Unknown
The air was thick and hot with the sent of burning coal drifting through the smoky air. Sparks were flying as the hot metal was struck with precise accuracy over and over till it became a rhythm, a melodic pattern of sameness. Slowly the thick rode of material began to bend into a new shape before being reheated; before beginning the process again. The flames coming from the hot coals illuminated the face of a strapping young lad of eight-teen his tan face was smudged with soot and dripping with sweat even his hair was plastered to the top of his head by soot and sweat showing the labor of his work. His acid green eyes shined with pride as he stuck his master piece into the water to cool only seconds later to pull it out. It was the blade of a sword. In the light of the fire it glowed orange and even though it was slightly unfinished it gleamed with radiance.
"Well done Benjamin!"
The lad now identified as Benjamin turned his head to see his teacher beaming with pride over the perfection his apprentice had made. Max, the teacher, ran his firm hand along the blade and shivered at the feeling of the cold steel that would surly serve its master well. Benjamin held his breathe as the callus hand skid over his blade he hoped it would pass Max's standards he'd spent days trying to make a sword perfect enough to be close to his teachers own master pieces and he was worried that in some way he had failed to reach this goal.
"Such a fine blade," Max praised, "what shall we call it?"
Benjamin chuckled at the question. He had forgotten of his master's odd way of naming every blade made. Although he would never admit this aloud he liked naming the blades. The naming gave him some odd attachment with the inanimate object.
"I shall name it when I finish!" he proudly declared, tossing the blade from hand to hand skillfully catching it without being cut by the sharp edge.
With a smile Max left him alone to finish his work. The second the creaky old wood door shut Benjamin dashed off to a small desk in the corner. Now standing in front of the desk he felt apprehensive of what he knew was in it. For years he had been hiding this from his teacher and he feared that he would be caught with it. But, now was no time for doubts. Slowly he pulled the drawer open to reveal a tiny chest; his treasure that was left by his father. A tanned hand reached up to rest on his neckline it paused for a moment before slowly, finger by finger, a fist was wrapped around a key. A key that had hung around his neck for years, waiting for this moment. Wasting no time out of fear of being caught the key was pulled of his neck with a quick jerking action.
Allowing himself to relax slightly Benjamin stared down at the key that his father had made with his own hands just to protect their family arloom. A bead of sweat ran down his face and he knew it wasn't from the heat of the room. He ran his thumb around the circular key. It was all black with the exception of the lime green hourglass shape in the center. Once more he peered around the small room to make sure he was alone. But, it was just a bit of paranoia for everything was the same as before. With nervous hands he slid the key into it's place and watched in amazement as the seemingly lifeless chest seemed to scream to life. Sounds of dials being turned and the clink of locks coming undone sounded from all over confusing Benjamin to know end as he tried to locate from where in the box these noises could be coming from.
Finally, with one last shudder the box popped open to reveal the handle to his blade. Benjamin's breath hitched as he stared at the beauty in this box. If he recalled correctly it was made by his great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather who was the leader of an Indian tribe. His ancestor had woven colored strings of green and black around this handle and Benjamin could see how much love and dedication was put in this little part of the blade. He saw where the color had faded from its many years of use, see where the woven pattern was stained a rusted color from the blade the blood shed it had seen and done.
Benjamin felt honored, no privileged, to be holding this little piece of his history in his hands. So he wasted no time in slipping it in its place. Picking up the blades sheath he slid the blade into its proper place and held it high above his hand. With an unwavering voice that boomed with confidence he announced, "I shall call you Omnitrix!"
With that said visions of fighting for truth, justice, and peace shot through his head so rapidly he didn't know witch to focus on. But what he didn't see matters much, much more because he didn't see the trinket dangling from the handle that was circular and pitch black except for the green hourglass shape in the middle nor did he see the second object to materialize from the chest; a being of a much higher caliber.
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Deep rich mahogany eyes stared off into the distance; locked on the wavering piece of land in the distance. It had already been decided that they would attack the unsuspecting town that for years had been way too peaceful thanks to his fathers disgusting affair with a person there; a very male person. But now his father is dead and if his little lover is still alive he is too aged too do anything about his invasion. Pale thin arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and the owner's lips crept to his ear.
"Captain," the voice purred, "everything's going according to plan. You should come take a little break…"
Kevin's stomach clenched in an unforgiving manner that he thought was excitement. He turned to face her and like always he stared into her eyes.
"Gwendolyn, I am busy."
She sighed and dejectedly turned to leave, her deep orange hair swaying in the breeze. Kevin thought nothing of it and resumed his staring contest with the growing chunk of land. In his mind he made a mental list of what he would need to plunder from this town: food, wine, money, some pretty women, raw materials, and a blacksmith.
A/N – Next update will be Friday. Please tell me what you think and hopefully by the time this is done hopefully I'll have some inspiration. If anyone has a box of inspiration please send it to me…I am awfully desperate for some…
Aoiki Chojutsuka
