i really need to think up a title for this
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by me
Heero Yuy was used to Relena's several attempts at trying to get him out on a date, he was used to being around Quatre's crew of Maguanacs and being treated as a younger member of the group.
He was not, however, used to several very strange looking men bowing at his feet.
"Stop it." he muttered, getting sick of being showered with 'masters'. He didn't understand how Quatre could stand it..
The men shuffled back to their feet and stared nervously at the ground. One came forward, clutching at a small piece of cloth and looking very much like a nervous puppy.
"We were wondering sir.. if ye isn't busy.. Would you be our captain?! You can sail the seas and hunt for treasure.."
"Huh?" Heero had a deep, slightly worried feeling in the back of his mind. They wouldn't...
They did.
The small band of pirates' eyes all widened and began to water, their faces turning into that of a sad innocent little puppy who you'd left out in the cold and were supposed to feel extremely guilty for. So sickeningly pathetic that you just wanted to do whatever you could to help..
And unless you were a complete stoic, there was no way you could resist it.
Heero sighed. Whoever had thought up this cruel joke was going to die.. painfully.
"Fine."
All the pirates cheered and before Heero had even realized it, he was being shoved onto a boat and was sailing out into the open ocean.
Quatre soaked his hands in the cold water again, cringing slightly as the burns stung. Dark watched
him, its shadowy form curling slightly in the breeze.
"I have no idea how I did it." Quatre replied honestly. "All I remember is thinking that they
didn't feel right.."
Could you do it again?
"Perhaps, but.." Quatre pulled himself up from the stream and took off his vest, looking at it in a sad
way. Taking a deep breath he gripped onto the side and heard the satisfying noise of the fabric ripping.
"Not at will.."
I see..
Quatre wrapped the purple fabric around his burned hands, then set the remains of his jacket sadly
against a cold rock.
There was something clean and pure about this place, at home the water was usually recycled again and a
again in the colonies but here, he had a feeling no mechanical device had ever touched the stream.
He stood up, stretched out and stared back at Dark. "You're hesitating to take me back there.."
The shadow looked slightly surprised, then indignant. It took enough power to get you here..
"That makes sense.." Quatre replied, not quite believing the explanation.
When we reach the Southern Kingdom, you will wish we had a taken a longer time.. the shadow added, curling up in a large black blob. I shall awake this evening.
Quatre gazed vacantly forward, almost seeing a dark blot against the horizon. His stomach hurt slightly,
the constant reminder that he hadn't eaten since they'd reached the forest. Quietly, he slipped out of
his guard's careful watch and slipped into the cover of the large trees, subconsciously forcing the shadow monster into a deeper sleep so he wouldn't realize his captive had disappeared..
"So, where do you think we are?" Wu Fei inquired as he and Trowa followed the small well-hidden path,
their only guide.
"I don't know, but.." Trowa stared upwards. "It's not home, wherever it is."
"I can see that.."
Trowa remained quiet, staring straight ahead. "Wu Fei.. do you see what I do?"
"Hmm?" Wu Fei stopepd short.
In the distance, the two could make out what seemed to be very tall white pillars. In the center was a
gigantic brown drawbridge, which people were coming in and out of.
"Can't be.." Wu Fei said with sudden incredulation. "A castle?"
Trowa had heard of such things, but he'd never seen them. Supposedly the only remaining castles were
around the less populated areas of such countries as France and England, but even then they'd fallen into
deep disrepair. But to be seeing one, even from a distance was enough of a surprise for an expression of
suprrise to slip on his face.
So this is where we've been led to.. he thought to himself. But why..
"No, like this." Heero put on his best sadistic smile. The pirates tried to copy him, but instead only ended up looking strange. Heero rolled his eyes and muttered softly.
It was his second day on the boat, and he'd been forced to make the most of it. Dressed in a slightly shabby read coat, a pair of boots, and holding a large sword, he looked quite menacing.
Unfortunately, his crew didn't.
And in his mind, it had become his mission to turn this band of misfits into the most frightening and feared group of pirates around.
"Hey!! Sir.. erm, captain.." the head of his crew interrupted.
"What?"
"There seems to be someone ashore.." the man pointed to a small spot on the nearby beach.
Heero grunted and stared to the bank. He froze almost instantly in recognition.
"Send a small crew and get him onboard.." Heero ordered.
The pirates nodded and ran to a small canoe which 3 jumped into. Heero watched as they plowed towards the small beach, his mind thinking quickly. They picked up the small body and rowed back, climbed back into the ship and Heero ordered them to sit him down in one of the cabins.
Even with all the sand soaked on his skin, Heero could have pointed him out anywhere. It was Quatre, without a doubt. When Heero was close enough to inspect him, he began to notice the small burns on his hands, clashing with his white skin.
"Get him cleaned up a little bit.." Heero ordered. "When he wakes up, we'll need to get an explanation out of him.."
The group took a few steps back and shook their heads. "This boy.. he's.."
"What about it?" Heero said annoyedly.
The one named Raoul pointed to the burns on his hands. "He's a sorcerer sir.."
Duo blinked. "Whaaa?"
"Call the guards! A man has broken into the princess' room!! Guards!! Guards!!" the energetic woman ran around screaming.
"Whoa, lady, I didn't mean to erm..." Duo shuffled nervously as he stood up against the bedpost.
The girl raised an eyebrow and stared at him.
"What Princess, and where am I?"
"You are in my bedroom.." a soft soprano voice answered.
Standing at the doorway was a tall girl with dark reddish brown hair down to her shoulders. Duo jumped off the bed, scrambled back to his feet and stood against the wall.
"My name is Anne. You are at the White Castle in the Western Kingdom of the country of Thain. Now if you don't wish to be locked up in the dungeon, please explain your prescence here." Anne replied curtly,
This girl wasn't one to be messed with, Duo could already tell. "Well all I remember is this weird white light and this cackling voice and then I came here.."
"White light?" the girl looked suspiscious. "Like one a mage would use?"
"Huh?"
"You don't know.. how interesting." the girl sighed. "Who exactly are you?"
"Duo Maxwell," Duo gave a slightly flirtatious bow. "I may run and hide, but I never lie."
"Which doesn't tell me much.." she glanced around. "If you wish to get out of here alive you'd better follow me.." she pointed to the door. "You stick out too much."
"Gee thanks.." Duo muttered.
"Sophia, my handmaiden will show you downstairs and get you a change of clothes..."
Sophia, the blonde woman who'd so rudely yelled a few minutes ago bowed and motioned for him to follow.
Not knowing what else to do, Duo oblighed. He walked down a darkened hallway, noticing the cool smooth stones instead of the rough texture of ordinary walls. He stopped short as he saw the large tapestry on the wall.
The background was green and blue, probably showing off the scenery of the land. On one side was a great ocean, on the other a darkened black area. On both sides was a scene of a battle, on one side horrible looking monsters and on the other side were a group of people with bright white banners and swords. In the center were 5 figures that seemed oddly familiar; in fact, too familiar..
There was one holding a broadsword, his brown hair a mess. The next had a bow under his hand, leaves circling around him, the third covered in a circle of fire. The fourth, a blonde, his expression that of one in deep sadness, was holding onto a gold ball in his two bloody hands.
And the fifth.. he was waring black, torn clothes and holding a very dangerous-looking scythe. What interested Duo most, however, was the 3 foot long brown braid..
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*phew* Sorry guys.. I stink at names so these are pretty commonplace.. As I said, there's still a lot of confusion but that's part of the story now I guess. I don't know when I'll be able to get the next part up since Thanksgiving is coming up and I get to go across state to visit relatives. Review, pleeease? *sad pathetic eyes*