T.D.K- Here's the start of the sequel! Now, this is the epilogue from Shinigami's Labyrinth, but there's an extra scene introducing our villain! Also, this will loosely follow Return to the Labyrinth. I stress the word loosely.
Duo- I got my sequel!
Heero- Thank the Red CD Ty got. It got her to work on this.
T.D.K- Anyway, standard disclaimers apply and I own Megan. –grabs a mic and proceeds to sing 'Same Disease' with Heero-
A few years later…
Light from her bedside lamp spilled over the sketchbook that the eight year old was drawing in. Her drawing was of a man, with a long chestnut braid. His eyes were wider than the average man's, and her mind's eye could vividly see the dual violet and cobalt colors. Her hand portrayed the last of her four adopted brothers lovingly. Each line carried a love for the man that her brother had long forgotten.
"Goodnight, Duo." She whispered to the drawing as she finished it. "It's really late, and Ro will get mad if I don't go to bed soon. I miss you, and Underground." Megan sat aside the sketchbook, settling down into her bed. She was out within seconds. Her door cracked opened, a thin beam of light from the hall filtering in.
This room was filled with his old toys and books. The old, worn, blue carpet was littered with pieces from games and drawing supplies. One bookshelf was filled with sketchbooks that had been filled ages ago. On that same shelf sat his once favorite book, the aged leather soaking up the light. He stepped into the mess, taking care to avoid the items that were once precious to him, and were now so to her.
Dark blue eyes took in the form of his sleeping sister warmly. Heero smiled softly. He stepped further into her room quietly, finally able to see her after a long day of study and work. His eyes landed on his sister's latest work. The man looked back at him with an unknown look in his eyes. Heero felt he should know this man; he was important to him, but he couldn't remember at all.
There was a fog over his mind, blocking the events of that night five years ago. Heero had begun to be a little more selfish after that night. The man had never quite been able to remember the reason for that anymore. He sighed, leaning over to kiss Megan's forehead. Heero still believed that his sister's story of the Goblin King was not true. After all, she'd been three. Even he knew her imagination was never leashed, that it had no limits.
"When did I lose my sense of adventure?" He asked himself, as he slipped silently into the hall. The twenty year old man didn't notice a figure move out of the shadows. The black clad form moved into the child's bedroom. A smile lifted the pale lips. A gloved hand moved dark brown hair from the girl's face. Dual colored violet and cobalt eyes gazed down at the sleeping child with affection.
"Yet another uncanny likeness, and me no less! Your talent just keeps growing. I hope you get through to him one day, Megan. I sincerely hope so for both of our sakes. I don't know what is blocking us from each other. It has to be some other being from Underground." The child shifted in sleep, moving closer to his voice. "Sleep now, and dream of your second home."
As he left, the girl began to smile as goblins large and small, danced inside her head. One of the voices she loved as much as her brother's sang to her. The king went to his love's room next. Heero lay on his bed, asleep. The man was still dressed in the t-shirt and jeans he had worn that day. The king ignored the fact that everything that had made Heero who he was, was no longer within the border of the slightly aged white walls.
Duo smiled, maneuvering Heero under the covers. He took in his lover's room. The walls were bare save pictures of the people in his life. Duo looked over them, studying each face. There was one that made him pause. Within the picture, Heero stood next to a woman. She had either light brunette or dirty blonde hair. Her eyes were a cornflower blue, which was Duo's least favorite shade of blue.
What was it about this picture that had made him pause? His eyes ran over it, studying every aspect of it. Then he caught it. Heero was holding the woman's hand. He turned to the sleeping man. With a crystal in hand, Duo peered into Heero's dreams. He watched as his other replayed memories through his dream. Time to change this.
"You will dream of Underground every night from now until I come for you. You belong to me, Heero." The king melded into the darkness, until only the light from his eyes remained. Heero looked around his room, having woken with the strangest sensation. The man in his sister's drawing was haunting him.
"I'm just tired from working all day. It's exhaustion, pure and simple." He told himself aloud. The man shook his head, and went back to sleep.
Cornflower blue eyes watched as the Goblin King left the champion's house. Her scrying bowl showed her the image of Heero as he slept. Her preternatural eyes saw the glitter that the king's magic left behind. What had he done? Had he cursed the man who was causing him pain? She killed those thoughts quickly.
It would take an impossible miracle to turn Duo's love for Heero into hatred. A miracle she planned to see come true. After all he had exiled her sisters from the only home they had known. It was sheer luck that Heero hadn't recognized her when they had met again only months before.
Megan was an entirely different problem. She had never seen her, but the girl knew of her through Heero's tale of his adventures. Their father and step-mother would be easily handled, as neither believed the two in their care.
"I should be thankful that the little brat hasn't drawn me from her brother's descriptions. Now, to make Heero fall for me, and bring that man to his knees."
T.D.K- I think our villain's scene is too short.
Heero- It's fine. Now, can we please get on to the actual chapter one?
T.D.K- Yep. Btw, Heero will shoot flames. Onward to writing chapter one!