Title: Heat Of The Phoenix
Author: Pentagramy
Pairings: KaixTakao, ReixMax, HiroxOC, KennyxHilary
Warnings: Yaoi, mpreg, AU.
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to lay claim to Beyblade, I don't have the papers. And I'm kinda scared of working with devils. (lawyers) So I don't own anything.
Note: This idea was fan-picked, or the first part, so thank you
Summary: AU. Takao, a young child dragon, is in his first heat. Kai, a young man phoenix, the legendary Blaze of Glory, is forcefully helping. What will come of it?
Heat Of The Phoenix
Chapter Eight and a Half: Alternative Quinlan Scene
Quinlan was delighted upon waking up. Lavender tickled his nose, and he was lying on a bed made of pure white feathers, with white petals in the mix. A streamed bubbled close by, and shade was all around, protecting him from the harsh, beating sun. A small figure huddled in the corner, making something.
Pat, pat, pat. Pound, pound. Pat, pat, pat…
It sounded like rice cakes being grounded on stone, but the Wolf wasn't too sure of that. He stretched, and was relieved at the pain that didn't touch a cell in his body. He smelled like water, honey, ginseng, and green tea, and he could easily guess why he didn't hurt. It was a remedy he himself made and used on no one, mainly because no one needed it.
He smelled the heat, the humidity. He smelled drying and fresh sweat on the little boy in the corner, and he smelt the smells that resided in the jungle parts of Tiger. The little boy in the corner paused, licked his cracked lips and whispered: "He left drink over there."
The he went to work again.
Already, he could feel himself heat up. What that boy must be feeling, working like that, Quinlan couldn't image at the moment. He picked up the white bowl, large in size, heavy in tea.
It was icy cold, vanilla wafted off of its core. Tea leaves floated, but they were of jasmine, not vanilla. He hoped this was from Hiro, but it wasn't. He could tell by the servant-slave boy. Hiro wouldn't leave another here to look at his mate while he was resting, and he wouldn't let something so filthy in a place so clean.
The fair haired man smiled. "Come here," he beckoned. "Have a drink. You must be hot."
The boy looked startled. "He was right," he whispered in amazement. "Such strong mothering instincts…"
Quinlan smiled warmly and the boy scurried over. When the child looked into his eyes he saw the boy's profile. Dirty, once black clothes hung loosely and baggily around his frame. Dirty, greasy black hair stuck to his face, forehead, and neck. His cracked, dried lips licked themselves with an equally dry tongue. Bleached brown eyes cried out in pain and misery to him.
He held the bowl to the dirty boy's lips.
A world came shattered with that fast, heat-bringing movement. The small slave guzzled all the drink and licked the bowl. He chewed on the leaves and looked so pitiful it brought tears to Quinlan's eyes.
"Who brought me here?" Quinlan asked, taking a leaf from the boy's mouth. "Who?"
"A man, maybe two!" the boy exclaimed, running back to his rice grounding. "I don't know!"
Green eyes dried and narrowed. Oh? He didn't know? Please. This was a game, he knew it. The blood in his veins sung with rage and cried out in betrayal. They'd left him to die? Why? So they could take Gou and Aya and give them a fake, new mother? A female Dragon? Quinlan would rather take the children back to his poverty-stricken village.
He reached for a bag of food, most likely eaten out of by the hungry traitor. He reached in, felt a rice bun, and pulled it out. He tossed it in the air.
"Really…" he drawled. "And to think… I was ready to pay you…"
The slave quickly recovered. "Ah! Now I remember! Ten men, one with light blue hair—he was carrying a kid with light blue hair. Kept calling out, 'Mommy, leave Mommy alone'."
The green eyes narrowed farther. Interesting. He threw the rice ball at the little boy, who shoved it down his throat.
Quinlan looked at it in disgust. "You know, if you do this thing called chewing, your body would stop being so hungry, you little thief."
The boy looked at the Bitch in amazement. Quinlan rolled his eyes. "Stupid," he muttered to himself. Standing up, he was going to leave when he saw the hungry staring the boy did. He'd already dropped the food bag, what did the little snot want?
Looking down at himself, the red head quickly realized what the boy wanted. His robe went higher then mid-thigh, reaching past his hands in pure white silk. Nice. They not only leave him, but they leave him mostly naked too. Great.
The Wolf paused, thinking. If he could get home, who cared what means it was by?
"Hey," he drawled, lying back down. "Do you know about sex? No strings attached?"
The boy nodded hastily and Quinlan could see a bugle forming under cloth. He smiled in a sultry fashion.
"Then come here."
The boy darted over to the queen, shoving of the silk robe and clumsily trying to take off his own dirty pants, revealing the boy's inexperience. Brilliant eyes rolled and sharp white teeth dung into a pressure point hard enough to knock the boy out.
A few minutes later, Quinlan spit the last of the blood out of his mouth, got directions from the coming around boy and left, hiding himself in rather skimpy silk and tree shadows.
The salty taste of blood was extremely bitter in his mouth, reminding him: As of now, you're just a common thief.
Pent: Well, I just wanted to put that in there, since I was re-vamping the whole thing. Review!