Title: FORGING HARMONY.
Author: Vamp
Pairing(s): Treize/Zechs, Heero/Treize, Wufei/Quatre, Trowa/Duo, Zechs/Wolf, any of the above.
Rating: R
Summary: battles are only the beginning of a long struggle to be complete.
Warning: An Au world, magic, sex, slave master themes, violence and blood.
Notes:
KISST = a group of 4 mundane elementals.
PACK = a group that has both 4 mundane and 4 ethereal elements.
BATTLE CATS = as big as a horse, they also bond to their rider empathically.
MUNDANE ELEMENT = earth, air, water, fire.
ETHEREAL ELEMENT = light, dark, blood, spirit.
CHAPTER ONE: THE SPOILS OF WAR.
Battle was long over, now all that was left was to count the losers and decide the fate of those they had captured.
Zechs was pacing the field tent's small space. He hated deciding who was to be a slave and who was to die, as an ethereal light, death was not something he took lightly. It was easier with those who were wounded, if beyond repair they were given final release. But watching Duo read the long line of people took a lot of self control. Wearily the end was finally in sight. When three unconscious bodies were brought in with a woman spitting curses like a wild cat. "Why are they like this?" Zechs demanded. He knew they were not with the wounded earlier, so what would warrant such treatment?
"My lord prince, they just kept fighting us, as does this annoying woman." When said woman was knocked to her knees, she scrambled over to what must be her fallen kisst, now lying harmless before them.
Zechs nodded, releasing a long suffering sigh at having no option but to order their death, he could not let mortal men who would harbor harm to them, live. Clearly the males had refused to give up the battle, hence their sleeping state. There might be a slim chance of hope for the woman, maybe if she could be coached to behaved. Looking at Duo Zechs caught a look he had only seen when they'd picked up their water element. "Which one?" he queried with overly bright eyes.
"All of them," the shock in the long haired spirit was plain.
"My lord prince they were the last battle kisst to be taken down sir," added the guard helpfully, while casting glances at the floor. "They refused to accept that the battle was lost, still fighting like demons."
Zechs sent out a mental call to his water and dark eloments, the last would take longer getting to them, as she was involved in conducting the executions he'd had to order. Last of all he touched the mind of his gentle air and lover, calling them to join him and Duo. While his sister unexpectedly demand to have the captured woman made a slave for her own group of magic uses. Treize and Quatre arrived together just as the quiet and shocked woman, a water element, was hauled off by Dorothy and Relena to finally complete their kisst. Three bodies still groggy from the attackes used on them blinked up, eyes full of hate.
A green eye peeked out from under a brown fringe styled to hide the other or the loss of it. Quiet and relaxed in the silence about him.
Then dark black hair with eyes smoldering with banked fire, while his sharp tongue cursed in goddess knows what language.
Last of all, blue stone cold eyes in an equally hard face.
Elements tend to show part of their defining traits. Treize could tell the last two were fire and earth elements that was easy. But the first young man had him bemused. Looking at his lover's smiling spirit with a ginger brow cocked in question. Even Quatre was bouncing in anticipation at the possibilities before him.
Duo rose to touch each male as he spoke. "Earth is this one, fire here and best of all a blood." Each member of the kisst looked at each other.
It was at that point a woman strode into the now over crowded tent. Her face a drawn mask of rage. Zechs jumped into action sot that he might be at her back, wrapping arms about her in a half embrace and half restraining grip. The room seemed to suddenly flare and darken; only receding when Zechs purred in the dark's ear, soft things to bring her back from what dark place she happened to be caught in. His long lose silver blond hair mingling with her long, almost ink black hair.
Fluffy: hold on this is a long one.
Plot bunny: Oh look maybe we can do some side stories? *ducks fluffy trying to bag it* No way your stuffing me in the box with the crack bunny.