OK, so far so good. I guess it's safe to post up a new chapter to the story and give my fingernails a break. XD
Again, if you are uncomfortable with male/male pairings then there is the back button. Although if you are uncomfortable with it, then why on earth are you still reading this?
Treasure Planet belongs to Disney. I own nothing, unfortunately.
Chapter 1: Arch
Consciousness slowly took over Scroop as he opened his eyes, closing them again as flashes of pain lanced through his head.
Where was he?
The last thing he remembered was floating through the Etherium. Four days, he recalled. Four days floating through space and growing weaker from lack of food and water. Now he was warm and was relaxing quite comfortably in something soft, a bed or possibly a hammock. He slowly eased his eyes open once more and stared straight into yellow eyes.
Instinctively the Mantavor lashed out, his claws clenched in a fist which slammed right under the yellow eye. The stranger yowled and scrambled back while Scroop jumped to his six feet, flexing his claws to defend himself. Nausea came upon him, causing him to stumble and fall back on the bunk. He slowly turned his head to face the stranger and was surprised to see it was another Mantavor like himself. He was a darker red color and had grayish hair. He was wearing a white long sleeved shirt with a blue vest and around his neck was a dark brown ascot. The Mantavor was slowly massaging the face area where Scroop had punched, staring at him in bewilderment. He slowly gave Scroop a sly smile.
"Quite a punch you've got there…"
"Who in blazes are you and what do you want?!" Scroop snarled threateningly.
The Mantavor raised his claws harmlessly. "Now, now, take it easy there. Is that anyway to show appreciation to the one who saved your life?"
Scroop raised a brow. "Saved…you saved…my life?"
"Correct." The stranger nodded. "You are now snug and safe in my own vessel, Captain Flint."
Scroop stared at the Mantavor in disbelief. "'Captain Flint'? You named your vessel—"
"Yes, yes," The Mantavor waved a claw dismissively. "I was just sailing through the Etherium when I noticed a fellow floating along. Turned out the fellow was you and…" he shrugged. "I couldn't let someone float along and possibly starve to death. Speaking of that, here…"
The Mantavor pushed a bowl in front of Scroop. The pirate stared down at the bowl of brown stew with several cubed bits floating among it. He frowned when he recognized this meal.
"Bonzabeast stew?'
"Yes, how did you know?"
Scroop only snorted, glaring at the Mantavor who frowned.
"I see I am not about to get thanks from you…it's not poison if that's what you're thinking."
"I'm not hungry!" Scroop hissed. "Even if I were, I don't like or trust you enough to accept any food from you!"
The Mantavor gave another crafty smile. "All right then…" He then held up a claw towards Scroop. "I'll introduce myself then. The name's Arch."
Scroop only glared down at the Mantavor's claw, raising a brow. "Arch? Is that some sort of nickname?"
Arch flinched at that question though it only lasted about a second. "Well…you could say that…" he muttered, hoping that this Mantavor didn't notice him flinching.
Scroop smiled evilly. He had noticed. "Well in order for me to completely trust you, I must know your real name."
Arch said nothing, causing Scroop's smile to widen.
"Well, what is it? Archimedes? Archie? Or what about—"
Arch suddenly grabbed the bowl of bonzabeast stew and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Scroop snarled. "What are you doing?!"
Arch turned his head to glare at Scroop. "I thought you said you weren't hungry."
"I'm not!" Scroop snapped. At that moment, a huge growl rumbled from Scroop's stomach. Arch smirked at this, causing Scroop to turn his head away in rage. How he wished he was strong enough to slash that smirk away from the Mantavor's face!
Arch went over to stand in front of Scroop, glaring down at him. "If you are to stay here on my ship, there is one main rule you have to follow." He then thrust his face towards Scroop's, glaring straight into his eyes. "Never ask me about my real name…got it?"
Scroop gave a defiant sneer, but in reality he was a bit nervous of Arch's gaze.
Arch pulled back from Scroop and dropped the bowl of stew in front of Scroop.
"Now eat up or else I'll change my mind. I'll be back in a little while."
Scroop could only glare as he watched Arch leave the room, leaving him alone in the bunk. Turning his attention to the bowl of stew, he carefully lapped up a bit of the stew with his long tongue, pausing to check for any signs of poisoning. After a few minutes passed with no signs of pain, Scroop immediately began lapping up the stew, realizing just how hungry he was.
However there was one thing on his mind that he had no doubt about.
He hated this Arch character.
