T.D.K- I recently joined Deviantart, and while viewing the many HeeroxDuo images, I came across an artist by the name of Link Worshipper. Her work 'Dance, Magic, Dance' is the inspiration for this new fic of mine. This fic is also dedicated to her, so Link; please let me know if you like this.

Quatre- Where's Heero and Duo? I thought they were supposed to be here?

T.D.K- Yeah, 'bout that, um, they are nowhere to be found right now. So would you be so kind?

Quatre- Ty does not own anything, save her oc. She is a broke college student, so you and I quote 'ain't gettin' anythin' is you sue me.' Other than that, enjoy!

The teen ran across the stone bridge; his white poet's shirt flowing around him. He looked like an Oriental/European hybrid prince. His dark Prussian blue eyes had the trademark slant and shape of the Japanese people. He was as tan as his mother's people and just as lithe. The breeze ruffled his messy chocolate hair, one of the very few traits inherited from his father.

"Give me the child. Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here, to the castle beyond the goblin city, to take back the child you have stolen. For my will is as strong and my kingdom as great…my kingdom as great…k'so! Why can't I ever remember that last part?!"

The teen pulled out a leather bound book so worn; it could only be described as well loved. The title, 'Labyrinth' stood out against the aged leather in burnished gold lettering. He flipped quickly to the page he wanted, then began once more. "For my kingdom as great; you have no power over me."

Just as he finished, the town's clock tower began to toll the hour. "Oh, shit!" He yelled, "Come on, Art! That bitch of a step-mom's gonna have my head for being late!" The large grey, black, and white Alaskan Malamute leapt up after him. The raced through the town, as rain began to pelt them. Just fucking-tastic. The teen thought as he became soaked to the bone.

"It's not fair!" He roared as he saw the form of his step-mother. She gazed at him with stone hard green eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a tight bun, with two sections of hair falling in dual deadly straight lines on either side of her face.

"What isn't fair, Heero?" She asked, her voice as stern as her gaze. It honestly made Heero wonder what his father even saw in her. She treated Heero like dirt, but his sister was handled like a princess, even though neither belonged to her. He was very tempted to say what was on his mind, but he kept his tongue. Can't be selfish. He repeated in his head.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time," She sighed heavily, but nodded, "Let's go in Art."

"Oh no! Arthur can't come in white he's wet and muddy! He has to go to the garage."

"You heard her, Art. I'll let you in when you're dry." The dog bumped his soggy head against Heero's thigh, then turned two sad brown eyes toward his owner's step-mother. Heero began to march up the steps, a dark look in his eyes. He rushed past his step-mother.

"Heero!"

"I said I was sorry!" He said defensively.

"I know that. I just expect you to be here when we need you. Odin and I rarely go out-"

"You go out every single weekend!"

"I wish you'd talk to me. Do you think I like making you stay in, when you may have plans? You should have plans! Boys your age should have plans!" Odin stepped out on to the landing, holding the younger of his two children. The little 3 year old calmed her wailing at the sight of Heero. Her eyes were the same blue as his, but where he took after their mother, she took after their father. Her dark mass of chocolate was frizzy, and surrounded her head. She was paler than her brother, but not by much.

"Heero, I'm glad you're home. Meg was missing you." He nodded, racing up the stairs. His step-mother halted his escape by calling his name. The teen spun around, glaring at her through his soaked bangs.

"According to you, the only thing I can do right is babysit my sister! Now leave me the hell alone!" Heero finished his retreat. He slammed his door, listening to the echo with satisfaction. Odin looked at his wife, who sighed.

"He treats me like an evil step-mother from the fairy tales. Odin, I'm at the end of my rope with him."

"Don't worry, I'll talk to him." Odin replied as he shifted his daughter.

Heero sighed as he gazed into his mother's vanity. Yes, his few friends poked fun, but they knew it was the only thing he had left of his mother. She had died not long after giving birth to his younger sister. Her immune system had gotten weak after the girl's birth. The infection took too strong a hold, leaving devastation in its wake. "Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have traveled-"

"Heero, can I talk to you?" Odin asked, after he had knocked. He cracked the door enough to poke his head into the room.

"There's nothing to talk about, Dad. You better get going. You'll be late. He faced his father, trying not to be selfish. Heero had been able to let himself be selfish since his mother died.

"Alright. We'll talk in the morning. Megan's down, but please check on her. We'll be back close to midnight." Heero nodded, making shooing motions with his hand. The teen stood, then landed on his bed. He looked over to where his stuffed gundams sat. Dark blue eyes widened and he growled lowly in his throat.

"Someone was in my room! That bitch knows I hate it when she's in my room! I hate it!" Heero threw open his door, then marched into his father and step-mother's. Megan woke up, sitting up on the bed.

In her tiny arms was his stuffed Wing Zero. She held the medium sized plushie out to him. "'Eero, 'ere ish Zero. Zero wash keepin' the night 'orses away." She said in her soft, barely understandable voice. The girl watched as her brother calmed, then smiled down at her. The teen rarely could find it in him to be angry with the tiny three year old.

"It's alright. How 'bout a trade? One of my others for Zero." Megan shook her head. Heero sighed. He loved his little sister, but there were times when she was a first class brat. "Why?" He said, trying to keep the growing aggravation out of his voice.

"The odders don't keep the night 'orses away ash good ash Zero." Her voice was small. Heero sighed again.

"Then how about two?" He asked, holding up two fingers as he spoke.

"Otay."

"Which ones?"

"Scythe an' um the red an' or'nge one?"

"I'll be right back, 'kay? Want a story too?" Megan nodded, loving when he told her stories. He ruffled her hair before retrieving his Hell and Heavyarms plushies. After taking Zero, and giving the other two to his sister, Heero settled next to her.

"Can I 'ear 'bout the Gobby King?"

"You mean Goblin King. O.k. Once upon a time, there lived a handsome teen boy. He lived with his father, sister, and step-mother. His step-mother treated him like her servant and would work him to the bone.

"Well, the Goblin King became curious when he heard of the boy's fate. 'How can it be that one of such striking features is no more than a serving boy?' The king often wondered. It came to pass that the king fell for the boy."

"But Sylvia said that two boys weren't right." Heero's lifted eyebrow was enough to silence the girl. Megan loved this story as much as Heero did, and normally didn't interrupt. Heero breathed, then began again.

"He granted the boy certain abilities. And so, after a day's hard work and the constant beratement of his step-mother, the boy was left to care for his sister. The boy loved the girl dearly, but she was never agreeable. This night more so than others." Megan made a small noise, which worked a tick close to Heero's eyebrow.

"The boy finally had enough, looked at her, and said the words that made the Goblin King take her awa-"

"What are the words?" Heero's right eyebrow shot up, a sure sign Megan was irritating her brother. She'd interrupted him three times and he hated being interrupted.

"Interrupt me again, and you'll know." He replied jokingly. The teen received the reaction he wanted before continuing. Unknown to the pair, about a dozen or so goblins were watching.

"I wish they didn't get along so well." One goblin said.

"They may get along, but the princeling is 15 and the child 3. Teen humans do not have much patience with the younger ones." A second, older goblin replied. The group watched as Heero lifted the 3 year old after a fourth interruption. They waited with baited breath.

"Goblin King! Goblin King! Take this child far from me!" A roll of angry thunder was Heero's reply. The girl began to cry, fearing that the Goblin King was coming to get her. "Meg, it's o.k. It's only thunder. The Goblin King isn't even real." She kept crying and Heero lost all of his patience. He tucked her back into the bed, and turned the light out.

"I wish the goblins would take you away, right now." Heero said, leaving the room. He only made it a few steps from the door, before he realized that he couldn't hear his sister's crying. "Megan!?" He yelled as lightening flashed and thunder crashed.

Heero called his sister's name, but there was only the wind beating the house. The shadows moved differently than they normally would. The teen knew there was something wrong and it all had to do with the empty spot on the bed. The howling wind managed to blow open the sturdy bay windows. A large black as night owl flew into the room. Heero shielded his face from the vicious looking talons with his arms.

He didn't see the owl morph into an ethereal looking human. When Heero looked at him, the teen knew who he was. "You're him; the Goblin King." The king smiled. He was a deathly pale, but his skin managed to hold onto a rosy hue. Long chestnut colored hair was bound back into a thigh length braid. Dual colored violet and cobalt eyes looked at Heero in amusement.

The king was dressed in black from head to toe. A black cloak flowed around him as he moved. His poet's shirt looked more along the lines of its Renaissance version that modern. The black pants fit the king's lower body like a second skin, before melding into chunky black army boots.

"I'm sorry," Heero said when he'd regained his senses, "I didn't mean to say those words. Please, can I have my sister back?"

"Oh, you didn't?" The king's voice sent a shiver through Heero, "Sorry, Angel. What's said is said." The king finished, chuckling darkly.

"She's only 3! It-It's not that I don't appreciate the gesture, but Meg gets scared when she's not-"

"Your sister is in very capable hands, Angel. My goblins are keeping her entertained, at least as much as those idiots can. Now, Heero, we both know you ment your words. I am a very…generous king. Your sister is there, in my castle, at the center of my labyrinth. You have 13 hours to solve my labyrinth, before Megan is mine…forever." Heero leapt through the open windows. He didn't care how he was going to do it, but he was going to save Megan.

He looked around, taking in his surroundings. Everything was desolate. The terrain reminded him more of an abandoned wasteland than anything else. "Well legs," Heero said, tapping his left thigh, "Let's go get meg back."

T.D.K- -drops- Chapter one complete! First week of semester 2 complete! Can I sleep now, you two?

Duo- Go for it!

Heero- We'll take it from here. Flames for this story will be taken out back behind the nearest building and shot. Anything else is welcome.

T.D.K-Good night! –falls asleep-