Songs Of Radiance (a Dynasty Warriors fic)
Disc.: Seriously, how many times do I have to say it before it sinks in? This series is not mine, and it never will be because my broke ass will never be able to buy ownership for it from Koei!
A/N: Lately, boredom and writer's block have been double teaming me to make me put out little ideas for stories until I get the lead out on my other projects. So for now, here's some more Dynasty Warrior's yaoi goodness with a new pairing that I'm testing out called Xiahou Ba/Zhong Hui. If you like it, then good for you…but if not, then shut up with your hate and flames because I don't wanna hear it from you guys! Now then, here we go with the chapter!
Ch.1- Talent
Zhong Hui had seen many officers on the battlefield come and go, yet none of them were ever worth his time or effort that it took to defeat them. None of them had anything exceptional about them, no special talents or hidden flaws that he could exploit to gain the upper hand against them…in a word, they were boring.
That was, until he took in the sight of one officer that made his heart flutter in anticipation at being able to overcome them completely. An officer who was not only strong but talented, able to lift a gigantic blade twice his height and assuredly 3 times his own body weight yet still move around on the battlefield in his equally heavy armor as if he were dancing to a slow and beautiful tune at a party held in his honor.
That officer was Xiahou Ba, the only son of Cao Cao's cousin Xiahou Yuan. His father was exceptionally skilled with a bow and arrow, yet it puzzled him that the boy chose to use a great sword rather than the same weapon as his father. Zhong Hui himself used flying swords that would glide across the battlefield with all the grace of a cobra ready to strike, while Xiahou Ba rushed over the ground with the ferocity of an ox but also possessed the beauty of a crane skimming its' wings across the surface of a nearby lake.
Zhong Hui knew this boy would be a threat, and at the same time he had the overwhelming urge to keep the boy for himself and never let him out of his sight. When the two warriors finally clashed weapons, Zhong Hui smirked dangerously at the other while Xiahou Ba smiled deviously in return. A plan was already forming in his mind, and before the battle was over he'd have what he wanted, not really caring either way if the boy was willing or not.
He jumped back a few feet to allow the other's sword to land a blow that split the ground and surely would've killed a lesser man foolish enough to get within range of the massive weapon, but it also wedged the weapon into the dirt long enough for Xiahou Ba to try pulling it out with little success. Zhong Hui smirked again, he had a golden opportunity and he would be damned if he was gonna let it go to waste.
'Gotcha now, my little cub.'
Zhong Hui sent his swords flying towards his prey and watched as the confusion became overpowering in the boy's posture and facial expression, the blades circling around him like a whirlwind before the hilts of each one slammed into his body with enough force to knock him unconscious. The last thing that Xiahou Ba saw before he surrendered to darkness was his opponent's devilish smile and him walking towards his body as he slumped to the ground, his chocolate amber eyes closing in slumber.
Zhong Hui hoisted his captive up onto his horse along with his weapon before kicking the animal slightly in the ribs and urging him towards the Jin encampment, a smile on his face at all the fun he was gonna have with his prize.
(3 days later)
Xiahou Ba woke to a terrible pain in his head, he vaguely tried to recall what had happened at the battle of Mt. Dingjun but only found more pain accompanying the process so he tried not to think too much on the matter. All that he knew right now was that he was laying on top of a very comfortable bed, the comforter a deep ocean blue with lavender embroidering the edges. The sheets were a pristine white and it was king sized. The frame was a very dark red mahogany, the headboard resting against the wall behind him and had equally soft white pillows. As he looked around the room he was in, he noticed the walls were also blue but this was a much lighter shade, almost cerulean in the contrast.
The floors had pastel jade carpeting that felt very soft beneath his feet, and the curtains were drawn to let sunlight filter in, the rays warming his skin generously. Xiahou Ba also saw a dark red door off towards his right, which he could only guess led to the private bath and maybe an open air garden. Sitting against the wall across from him was a cherry wood desk with a tall vanity mirror sitting atop the wood, in front of the mirror was a hairbrush with a blue-gold handle and sliver bristles that looked sturdy yet most likely soft. Next to the desk was a second door, which Ba could only surmise opened up into a closet most likely filled with formal clothing that belonged to whomever owned this lavish room. He saw sitting next to the closet was some silver armor trimmed in platinum blue and a pair of boots sitting next to the armor, which upon closer inspection had scratches on it from fighting in numerous battles.
Xiahou Ba's hands then flew across his body and he realized that his own armor was missing and he was only wearing the clothes underneath the protective gear: a sleeveless royal blue shirt and black fishnet armor underneath the garment, dark blue/almost black pants and dark brown leggings. He was barefoot, his boots having also been removed while he was unconscious along with his gloves and arm wrappings. Around his neck was his light blue scarf that had been given to him by his mother Qiao Ba when he was a little boy, she'd been killed a few years after she gave it to him. She'd hand knitted it herself out of the softest and finest silks she could get her hands on, and to this day he cherished it greatly, never removing it except when he went to sleep.
As he thought of his beautiful mother, Xiahou Ba heard the door open and out stepped his captor: Zhong Hui. He was wearing a silver kimono with dark blue edges and sakura blossoms adorning the fabric, his hair was still dripping with water which meant he'd just finished taking a bath. He had pale skin and dark brown hair that settled on his shoulders, dark brown eyes and he was looking at Xiahou Ba like he was a horse up for auction.
"Well well, you're finally awake. I was wondering when you'd open up those beautiful eyes of yours, but hey, better late than never I say."
Xiahou Ba tried fighting off a blush at the other's words but failed, the heat in his face pooling in his cheeks and making his skin glow slightly red that didn't go unnoticed by Hui. The man merely chuckled and walked over to the bed, his kimono swaying somewhat in the breeze that was filtering into the room and making it float off the ground enough to seem like he was gliding. He then made no further move towards Ba once he was sitting next to him, a smile on his face as the two stared at each other for the better half of at least 5 minutes.
Hui then walked over to his desk and grabbed the brush that was sitting in front of the mirror, Ba watching his every move with caution. He still felt really uneasy around the other man, after all he was the one who'd captured him and was holding him prisoner. Hui sat back down next to him in the same spot roughly 5 minutes ago, another smile falling onto his face as he held the brush up between their faces.
"Xiahou Ba, your hair is so terribly messy from sleeping for three days. If you'll let me, I'd very much like to brush it for you."
The simple request caught the younger blonde off guard, and could only nod at the other's gentle question. Hui smiled happily and began running the soft bristles through Ba's honey blonde strands, his eyes closing in contentment as he let the other brush his short hair. When his father had said it always felt wonderful whenever his mother brushed his hair for him, he finally understood what he meant…this was not wonderful, it was pure bliss. Without even realizing, he sighed into the repeated action and never saw the huge smile on Zhong Hui's face.
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T.B.C.- Aww, bonding over brushing hair…so adorable! This is just the beginning, I have more planned for these two lovebirds…up next, Xiahou Yuan finds out of his son's newfound object of affection, will he be happy that his boy is content or pissed that he was kidnapped? Read on and find out!