bAN/b: I totally forgot what I was going to do with this.. But now I remember.. I'll be back.. I don't really like this this chapter.. but next chapter will be just how I want it! I'll probably post my other fanfiction as well... Though they might be a bit much for Thanks for reading!
uChapter 4/u
"We can't kill the dog!" Quatre yelled to Wufei on his silver Sprint phone. "Umbrella wants the damn thing back, you know! Where are you!?" The blonde's shiny black sports car exceeded the speed limit of thirty-five by thirty-five miles, and he wasn't slowing in the least bit. If he could, he would go faster.
Trowa, seatbelt tight and hands tighter, couldn't believe the tall, strapping young man now looked like a small boy, almost even younger than himself. But he knew for damn sure that this was just a mind-boggling facade that could cost him his life. This 'boy' can tamper with minds and has the grip of steel handcuffs. There's no way one could underestimate him. Trowa looked back at Duo, whose face was pale, but flushed at the cheeks as Heero, a regularly tall man, stroked his hair and whispered God knows what in his ear.
"I'm in Capital Drive subdistrict downtown. I made you repeat it five times!" Wufei yelled back through the phone. Quatre immediately closed his phone and swerved an illegal U-turn down another street, seemingly a dead-end but he flashed straight through, coming quickly to Capital Drive.
Slamming the brakes, he broke his speed, said brakes screaming bloody murder. While the car was still skidding to a stop, he kicked the car door clean away.
"Catch the wheel!" Quatre said to Trowa, and the boy spontaneously launched for it just as Quatre jumped. He heard another screeching crash and knew that Heero must have jumped, too. Well-seated on the driver's side, he turned to further slow down the car and caught a full look at the behemoth monster that was Nemesis's dog.
"Holy fucking shit! Tro! You gonna' stop anytime soon?!" Duo basically screamed.
Trowa stomped hard, pulling on the steering wheels as leverage. They stopped closer to the raging best than either of the boys felt comfortable with. In fact, every gurgly growl blared straight through the windows.
Trowa had half a mind to turn the car right around to his house.
Twin blondes hurled around from an alley corner, one of them tripped on his own feet. Nemesis's dog pawed straight over their heads, their hair breezing about, but Treize fired what sounded like scribblish to Duo and iCyrotoga/i to Trowa. The rotting paw fell clean off from its frozen point, yet not before the dog howled in pain and hit the frozen heap with its regenerating stub.
Of course, the thing headed straight for the shiny black sports car. Trowa and Duo leaped out of their respective broken doors and into a nearby alley. A second later both blondes crashed into them and they were a tangled mess on the ground. They detached themselves and looked fearfully around the corner.
"Don't you think Wufei should tie him now?" Heero yelled to Treize, who shook his head.
"He's not tired enough."
Quatre sighed loudly, obviously frustrated. "How the fuck do we know when he's tired enough?" He dodged an extremely close hit and back-flipped backwards in the air to avoid any other advantages the beast might take. He had changed his clothes from before into a form-fitting spandex suit, complete with gloves, boots, a crop whip that he had yet to use, and a taming stick probably not for the dog.
"He'll regenerate more slowly," Wufei passed under him, his fire blasts becoming smaller and smaller, from messages like Pyroga to Pyrora. He slipped a sword from his side. "If I could use my full power this would be over with already."
"If any of us could go full-throttle doggie-boy would be ashes! Treize, the car!" Quatre warned, ducking beneath another hit, pausing on Wufei's shoulder to snap out his whip.
"Are you sure you can handle that without killing it?" said Wufei, not losing his stance even as Quatre bounced off.
"I'll just aim for the legs." Unbelievably so, the blonde aimed for the gigantic legs and they snapped like sticks, breaking against one another and causing the dog the fall.
At this opportunity, Treize diverted his attention to the defrosted paw slithering its way instinctively to the huddled four in the alley, circumstantially a dead-end. He shouted a loud clear-as-day spell that wisped out a tiny poof of smoke. He tried a weaker spell, and that too came out to nothing.
"I have nothing!" the leader yelled, zooming in the air in front of and shielding the boys who seemed to have lost all hope. Blood rushed in their ears, but adrenaline was long past its due and they couldn't move in their fear.
"Why aren't the words working?" Trowa asked, right behind Treize with an unsteady breath. Talking helped keep the vomit down.
Treize turned to him, squatting down and slipping on a pair of gloves. "Because, much of my Aura is not tuned for magic, like Wufei's. Most of my energy is proportioned on transforming. But whatever I transform into would have to touch Nemeisis's dog, and then," the man rolled his eyes, "I'll get infected and I just so happen to be allergic to the antidote."
Duo appeared beside him but noticeably a bit behind. "What words? All I hear is 'scrabblescrabble' and junk."
Treize blinked, his wide-eyes on Trowa. "Cryotoga. Spell it." Trowa spelled it, and the others looked dumbfounded at the two, and they seemed even more confused when Treize grinned. "Put up your hands," he ordered, and shifted to the side as Trowa did as he was told. "Now, say it."
"Cryotoga?"
The blast was deafening and blinding at the same time, like seeing the atomic bomb- from a safe distance. Shot continually forward at an enormously wide angle, the breeze of ice shot back a minimal amount of snow backwards, some smoke from a bazooka sort of thing. When the spell died down, the paw was a straight plate of ice on the opposite building, along with the sports car and Nemesis's dog himself, and the street bright with a sheen of frozen water. The aftereffect had the water in the air freeze and become snow. Treize patted Trowa on the back.
"Good job, pet!" Quatre yelled from above, running down a grimy wall, Heero and Wufei following with unreadable expressions. A bright smile burst upon Trowa. "Whew! I thought that was Treize trying to be cool but it was just little ol' you! So? Who taught you magic?"
Wufei grumbled something along the lines of "Trowa's taller than both of us..." but Quatre ignored him.
Trowa slowly turned his head to Treize, then the street, then Quatre again. "Pet? Magic?"
The blonde cocked his head to the side. "No one can teach you magic," he whispered to himself. "Not with your parents halfway down the drain as it is. Did you know you could do magic?"
"Obviously not," Wufei said, and Quatre shot him an ugly look, but the Asian boy-looking man shaped his hands into the sides of a square, proportioned around the dog's frozen body. "Bind!" Black lines appeared around the zombie. Now, he reshaped his hands just above one another. "Bind!" The lines connected into a square. "Lock-Bind-Lock!" The ice was crushed as the black lines became ropes that tied around and around. Nemesis's dog was sealed.
"Finished, I'm taking down the field now," Treize murmured. "Heero, call Umbrella; Quatre, clean up the mess; Wufei, make sure no humans witness this."
Heero pulled out his phone; Quatre shouted fire spells that melted all the ice, and with his bare hands pushed together the ruined car into a trash heap; Wufei disappeared from sight instantly. After Treize murmured to himself a few times, he relaxed, and looked at Milliardo. "Was that fun to watch?" he asked.
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They were in a huge mansion, in what seemed to be a spartan furnished parlor.
Duo sat stiffly in Heero's lap; Milliardo was way more relaxed in Treize's; Zechs obediently sat at Wufei's feet, while Trowa was the only one to be tied and gagged, for pity's sake, surprisingly comfortably fawned over Quatre's body. Treize, slowly caressing Milliardo's-who was taking this time to blandly stare at Zechs, who returned the expression- hair, was talking on his phone with Dorothy, totally unconcerned and uninterested.
"I'm sorry, Dorothy, you're breaking up. I might as well hang up now since I can't hear anything." Treize said it in a way that made everyone know he was lying, blatantly.
"Treize," Dorothy sounded angry though one of her prized experiments was returned,"there's no way in hell any of you had the power to freeze ULND,"-Nemesis's doggie-"and the whole ground felt cold, Treize! I had a mystic investigator tell me that only someone able to do Noble spells will be able to do that! Tell me! Was anyone else there?"
"What?" Treize asked dumbly, pressing a finger to his lips as Quatre burst into giggles.
Dorothy growled through the phone. "You heard me!"
"You me what?"
"I'm hanging up, since you're too stupid to answer me correctly. I'll know soon, Treize." She hung up. Treize hung up a peace sign for victory.
"She hasn't changed much," Milliardo said absently. He looked from Zechs's face to Treize's. "Are we long lost twins?"
The man shrugged broad shoulders, bringing Milliardo slightly up and down. "All I know is that my daughter had a vision that in this year I would come and get you."
"Is she your trusted adviser?"
"Was. She was the Elder Dorothy killed," Treize said this quieter than anything else, but smiled at Milliardo's confused pitying expression. "They call all prophecy-makers Elders."
"So," Duo started, leaning more and more on Heero's warm, broad, and presumably strong chest, some magic calming him proficiently, "how come you're still working for the lady?" He started, stopping his breath for a moment, as Heero spoke.
"It is better to work willingly than mindlessly. We don't have the strength to fight our way through centuries' worth of old men and women to break the binds we have with them. If we try to escape, they'll capture us, somehow, and make us work against our will."
Quatre grinned, toothy and broad. "Sooner or later, we'll kill Dorothy."
Milliardo, combing fingers through his flowing hair, held up two fingers. "Two questions. First, what are you guys? Two, what are pets? What do you mean when you say we're your pets?"
"Technically, that's three questions," Zechs remarked, and the boy ignored him.
"Well, we are not sure what we are," Quatre wondered aloud, fingering Trowa's hair and making him shiver,"but the best guess is that we are different types of Melanges."
"Mehis?" voiced Trowa through his gag. He had forgotten it was there.
Quatre nodded. "Yes, mixes. You see Wufei is part-dragon, but... He can't transform into a full-sized dragon or breathe fire. Yet, he could be a wizard, but his spells aren't that strong...and he's part vampire since he drinks blood to live, etcetera, etcetera. Non-humans with that many ethnicities are usually called Melanges."
"A fancy way of saying mutts," Wufei's words rang with despondency. "And pets are slaves. You guys are going to be our slaves. That's it."
Heero shrugged, directing this gesture to his new pet who eyed them unbelievingly. "Even if Marimeia, Treize's daughter, hadn't visioned this we would have new pets anyway. Our last ones were 'gifts' from Dorothy for our 'jobs well done'." Scowling and continuing in a harsh tone,"That's the seventh one this year, and it's already April."
"Fifth," added Wufei.
Treize said, "Sixth."
Honestly, the other pets thought Quatre would be in the vicinity of those numbers but were completely flabbergasted when he moaned out, "Thirty-second."
Silence.
"Thirty-second," Milliardo repeated, the phrase resounding in the quiet air.
Quatre nonchalantly began to undress Trowa's shirt. "Yea. I like to beat and abuse my slaves a lot, but they usually don't last long. I end up having to erase their memories or burying them. Don't struggle, Trowa, or I'll break your arms." Instead of unbuttoning the rest, he tore the WalMart uniform to shreds.
"You mean iI/i have to erase their memories," Wufei scowled, but otherwise didn't mind the boy getting nude in front of them. In fact, the Melanges had their full attention on Quatre and his new pet. "You shouldn't just take in any random somebody to be your pet. It's probably good for you that these kids were advised."
Quatre stuck out his tongue. "Just because you set your standard so high you'll need to build a spaceship to reach it doesn't mean I have to. Anyway," he whispered, eyes heavy with lust and fangs dripping over his bottom lip, "with the Aura this boy has, he'll last longer than all the others put together."
"W-Wait," exclaimed Duo, recklessly flying off of Heero's lap and thudded on the floor where he was firmly planted by Heero's foot. He tried to get up, but the small of his back was totally anchored. He let out a sigh. "Don't you have to..Uh.. Train us or something? Like before you start taking off clothes and all that?" He tucked back a chestnut strand and watched a bewildered expression play over Quatre's face. The blonde drew feathery circles on Trowa's stomach, which clenched, and a blush splayed over his features.
"I can have sex and train him at the same time, can't I?" His pet paled at the answer.
"Trowa's straight," Duo tried and turned to Heero,"and it's not like I'm going to run and tackle him, ya' know?"
The master smiled. "I'm not holding you down because of that, I just feel like seeing you squirm. And," his voice lowered several octaves and unveiled a potent sensuality, "It doesn't matter if any of you are straight... Are you saying I'm not attractive?"
"Is that a trick question, 'cause I don't think the earlier.. incident in the store counts," Duo dodged giving him a direct answer. This amused Heero. He has never had a pet so seriously non-serious as Duo. By now, they usually will be fruitlessly trying to attack or wailing to the high heavens. He noticed the other pets too, even Trowa. Most pets in his situation would have passed out. But it seems the boys had a rather... curious look on the circumstances.
"I think it does," Heero mused. "Unless you have sporadic erections that you haven't told a doctor about." And then he was completely flabbergasted when Duo smiled a bit sheepishly. "Why aren't you afraid? Why are all of you so calm?"
Quatre nodded energetically and shook Trowa back and forth. He tapped their heads together, bangs mingling, and passed a stare right into those green eyes. "I kidnap you from your job, drive you around like a maniac to scare you,-"
"So you did know the way!" Wufei interrupted.
"-forced you into a battle with a stupid zombie frpm a stupid corporation, you suddenly get magic powers, then calm for a minute before I tie you up and then rip off your shirt and you hardly bat an eyelash!" He ripped out the gag for an answer.
In a dry, hoarse voice Trowa said, "It was kinda' fun."
"Including me ripping off your shirt?" The boy quickly sent his eyes another way, and Quatre lost it, shaking him incomprehensively fast. "You. Are. So. Cute!!!"
"Just to put my two cents in," Milliardo clearly voiced, sitting relaxed with his back on Treize's chest, "I've been locked in an attic for about a year, so suddenly being called Treize's slave is hardly worth anything to panic about."
"Do you think it is something to be proud about?" Treize murmured seductively, placing a wooing finger that tipped up Milliardo's attractively pale face. Opening his mouth once, the slave made an inaudible sound before nodding slowly.
"They are cute." The master turned away as he felt his resolve crumbling.
"It's not like you have already tied us up in S-suits and beaten us with sticks," Zechs said.
"Yet," added Wufei, and his pet lifted a single eyebrow.
"Like I'll let someone as little as you to beat me," Zechs provoked with a smile, just to show he was kidding, somewhat, but Wufei glared disapprovingly nonetheless.
Duo squinted at Heero. "You ain't the ugliest guy I've been with."
"You've been with guys?"
The violet-eyed teen flayed a hand around, lying flat on the ground just as Heero took his foot up. "I'm just saying. It's better than the whole lotta' nothing Tro and I been doin'."
"Well, you will have plenty to do for us here. My house needs a cook, to start with," Treize murmured, hanging his head over the couch he sat on.
"And a housekeeper," Wufei slid in.
"Someone we can fuck mindlessly all night," Quatre pointed out.
"Someone who won't turn on us and make us have to kill him." Heero smiled.
"So...," Duo raised his hand as if in a classroom,"What do we have to do first?"
Heero gathered him close to his chest, squeezing him awfully tight. Duo couldn't breathe and the world was spinning faster on its axis than the scientists on the Discovery Channel said could be safe for humans. Heero planted a spine-tingling kiss to his lips, a shiver passed through his whole body but there was no other reaction, yet moreso he felt himself falling into darkness. Then the man, the Melanges, the dog... Whatever he called himself.. He leaned further forward, speaking huskily into his ear, "Sleep, Duo."