Switched Loyalties II – The Forbidden Swords Chapter 1

This takes place about a year directly after Switched Loyalties and Dairou hasn't found any of his sacred swords yet. He'd left the X-Men behind to travel with his brother, who he wanted to prevent from even laying hands on swords that could rival Thor, among any other Gods and Demi-Gods. I decided to do this – for the first time, mind you – in Dairou's POV.

I'm in Darius' hotel room, in Russia, waiting for his arrival. He should've been here at 10 and it's already almost 15 minutes past 11. I scowled as I made my way to the Lobby. I have to say, Russian hotel's are nice but Darius knows how much I hate the cold.

I took a seat in the lobby, eyeing the door like an eagle for my brother's arrival so I could slap him all over his face. He never came and despite the hospitality of the hotel and me, not knowing a word of Russian, I thanked the mistress at the counter who spoke English and left.

Though I found that a little hard to believe, because when we arrived here some 5 weeks ago no one spoke much English.

Since I basically have nothing but my weapons, phone and money along with the clothes on my back, I needed something warm, yup, middle of winter in Russia and I have no freakin' coat. I was cold but not even close to shivering either.

I'm still happy though, because this will be one of my last few days here for a very long time. My facial expression relaxed as I entered a market, I have a lot of money but very little in Russian currency. If they don't take it, I'll shove it down their throat I thought as I approached.

"Good day, see something you like, sir?" the man behind the counter asked me as I nodded with a smile and did my shopping around the store. There were some people passing by that scowled as they noticed me inside the store but I ignored their existence until I heard "Pssst" behind me.

I turned with eyebrow raised to see Wolverine grinning at me even though he looked like he hated the cold even more than myself as I thought to myself "What in the fuck is he smiling about or doing here?!" Then I saw another Russian, Piotr 'Peter' Rasputin step in and stare at him oddly before looking at my bewildered face with joy.

I walked to them and looked out the door "Where's Vic?" I asked just to see Logan makes a face, which he did, and answered "He ain't here, bub. Only reason I'm here is cuz of Kurt."

That worried me, when I left Kurt, he wanted to come with me but was in no condition to, thanks to another person who got on my nerves right now, Omega Red, and even if he were in any condition to, he still wasn't coming since I don't want him in the company of Darius and his associates he thinks I know nothing of.

I decided to invite the two to the hotel suite but Colossus was cautious for a good reason and asked me "What about Darius, he still holds a grudge against Logan for nearly killing him multiple times, but will he understand we didn't come looking for a fight?"

That threw me for a loop, since if he were there I'd have to break his nose and jaw again for bringing me here but Wolverine wants him dead, with good reason too, but I won't let him do that as much as he knows I want him to because I don't get into his squabbles and feuds with Creed, so why should he get into mine?

I growled at the both of them that he'd better not be there and if he is, Logan should keep his distance and we left for the walk back to the hotel.

Peter knew I was both pissed, though not with him and Logan, and probably starving so they walked at a dead man's pace.

Seriously, they could've stopped moving entirely and still move faster that they did now but no complaints from me...yet.

While I walked much faster ahead of them, making it back to my friggin' empty room again, Peter stayed behind to make sure Logan kept his mouth shut knowing our subsequent and most definitely undying hatred for one another as well as my temperament which was even fouler than his.

Peter eventually came in, carrying a tired Logan on his shoulders while he, like me, wasn't tired but unlike me, he loved it when it was cold to the point that he wanted to go streaking—yes, I said streaking—in the snow.

I did not want to see that and advised him not to as I'd already started cooking chicken and Sichuan noodles with roasted chicken and pan fried red beans before they came and didn't want to throw up before even eating. I was also making punch, for two reasons... because I wanted to and because while I know I can't beat the shit out of Wolverine here, I can but just won't, I made this punch to make him move in... To the toilet, though the recipe was still experimental and secondly, when I find Darius, I want to feed it to him by force if need be. I may be his younger brother but I'm still stronger than he is physically.

I chuckled wickedly to my own brilliance and continued cooking as I just happened to stare out the window. I froze in my tracks as I saw Darius running through the door then barring it shut as someone was banging on it to wildly to get inside.

"I think I fucked up, lil' bro" He said frantically trying to keep the door shut as I glared at him "Ya think? Where the hell have you been anyway?" I asked him, clearly not hiding the fact that I was pissed as he glared at Logan "What's he doing here?" he hissed as a hand punches through the door near his head as I walked up to him "Visiting and don't change the damn topic. Did you piss the Hulk off or something?!"

Logan sniffed the air to confirm it as he growled and glared at my brother "Not Hulk, just a very strong but clearly very stupid human."

I, of course, half-registered that as I opened the door and my Yang personality took over, giving the man a clearly insane and twisted grin and snarled at him "Get lost before I pull your still beating heart out of your chest!" The man was clearly not a mutant, but also seemed not to heed my warning for a moment. He tries to push me away to get in to my brother, but I shoved him off and grabbed his heart to prove to him I wasn't a person that did a lot of bluffing.

I glanced between him and the hole he punched in our door as my fist clenched so tightly that my hand was bleeding, I looked him straight in the eye and touched his face with my bleeding hand as I gave him his options "Run or die!" I smiled sadistically as he bolted and I threw the kitchen knife after him, but he ducked around a corner as the knife was inches from splitting his skull. Pretty fast for a human, if he is indeed a normal man and not a mutant.

I went to retrieve my knife then went back to Darius as he, Logan and Peter were speechless, and I slapped each of them to close their mouths and silently went back to cooking. I gave my punch an extra kick with some of the strongest alcohol I could find in all of Russia, thanks to a few bartenders who're especially fond of Sabretooth almost drinking them out of business at one point in the past.

I set the food on the table and growled as Logan tried to swipe some "Touch it, Weapon X and I'll cut something off that you can't heal" I stabbed between his fingers with a fork and glared at the others "That goes for you two as well, double for you, brother."

We finished eating and were about ready to leave this country, so I bid Peter and Logan to a lesser degree farewell after they took us to the airport in Peter's car.

When we got there we saw a few people from neighboring towns there waiting to say goodbye. I glanced around the large crowd and saw the man from earlier, the one who I almost killed.

Oh, to say he was terrified of me was an understatement but he was now between us and the plane, I took a deep breath, and that alone made him want to jump out of his skin as his green eyes scanned my red eyes. He knew I could sense his fear, but then all that fear disappeared as he turned to Darius with a pissed glare.

The man then looks back to me and said "You and your friends are welcome to return at anytime, as long as I never see shrimp again" He turned a menacing eye to Darius as he said shrimp. I only nodded in reply then turned to Darius and lifted him by his hair, smiling as he screamed and said "If I find out any of these nice, innocent people died because of you I'll make you regret it, got that, brother?" I then let go of his hair as a young woman ran up and hugged me saying "I hope you return soon."

She backed away from me, thinking I was mad at her maybe but I bowed to her and said "Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am." As I remembered her as a waitress from the hotel and we boarded the jet, which I was told Xavier paid for and left.

Inside, the ship was quite nice to my taste, we didn't even have to fly it as Darius just punches in a set of coordinates and we're taken there thanks to the sophisticated equipment on-board.

Next Location and location of the first sword, Western Sahara in Africa. To my assumption, the Sword of Fire in sealed away there but I have no clue as to what could lie in store protecting it as the sword itself – as all the others – is responsible somehow for the creation its own guardian.

We'll see when we get there, I guess. By now, I'm guessing Wolverine in locking himself in a toilet somewhere and I can see him sprinting across the ice with Peter not far behind laughing.

"Payback's a B, Logan" I think with a smile as he throws someone out of the toilet in their own home.

A/N - Next Stop for the Cerulean brothers is the Sahara Desert in Africa, the largest Desert on Earth. What mysteries lie in store for them are yet to be seen, but Dairou is worried that someone had tried and failed to steal it, mistaking it for a grave and awakening its guardian. This is my first POV story, so I want to know if I did well or not and need another opinion. Since I'm working now, updates may be far and in-between but I'll try to work with it for now.

Warrior-of-Darkness015 out.