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Trowa
x Shiva (FF7 Summon)
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Trowa
looked up at the sky, not a cloud in sight. The sweltering sun was killing him
slowly in the vast desert. He had already taken off his shirt and socks and was
walking around the desert in nothing more than his shorts and sandals, a cloth
over the top of his head. He was sweating from head to toe.
He
was silently praying to any god that would listen for some clouds, trees,
nighttime, anything that offered a few moments rest from the hot sun. He took a
moment to take a small sip of water from his half empty canteen. The water felt
good in his parched mouth. He was surely going to die in this desert if shelter
wasn't found soon. After licking his lips, they went dry almost instantly.
Feeling
the heat pulsing in his body was making him lose his will to get to... Where
was he trying to get to? He whimpered a sound of confusion, not able to think
straight and panicking at the thought that he was lost. Dizziness hit him and
his foot didn't move forward as he thought his mind was telling it to, causing
him to fall belly down on the scorching hot sand.
It
burned so bad, but at least his chest wasn't in the sunlight. He coughed,
sending sand flying from in front of his mouth. His eyes weren't focusing
clearly as he noticed a small red ball in front of his face. It was about the
size of a jacks ball. Trowa was reminded of playing jacks with his sister a few
weeks ago. He was happy to remember something. The memory gave him the strength
to reach up with one shaky hand and take a hold of the ball.
It
was freezing to the touch. Steam came from his hand where it instantly cooled
him down. He didn't understand it, but it didn't take him long before he was
rubbing the ball against his cheeks, forehead, and neck. It soothed him enough
to make him sit up and get his body off the firey sand. He looked at the ball
and smiled. What the heck was it?
"Say
my name," it whispered.
"Oh
dear God, I'm hearing things now," he said quietly.
"Just
say my name. Release me," it called again.
Trowa
opened his mouth to tell it that he didn't know it's name, but a name came to
his lips instead. "Shiva."
The
ball disappeared to his dismay. A bright blue light rose from his hand
"jumping" to the ground. It rose back up to full human height. A
blue-skinned woman stood there, looking at him. "You're burning up,"
she said, her voice nothing more than an icy whisper.
Trowa
merely looked at her, not sure what to say. Looking her over, he found that she
was very beautiful. Then he noticed she wasn't wearing any clothes. His eyes
widened.
"That
damned sun is killing you, isn't he?" she asked.
He
nodded slowly.
With
a wave of her hand towards the sky, Trowa watched as night suddenly fell. Cool
desert winds played upon his body, cooling him down greatly. His head was
pounding still from heat exhaustion.
"Is
that better?" she asked, turning to him.
He
nodded again. "It was so hot," he said slowly, not sure if he was
dreaming or dead or if it was real. He was trying not to look at her even
though every ounce of his being willed him to do so. So he was a man after all.
She
knelt beside him and touched his cheek with her fingers. The touch to Trowa was
cold. The touch to Shiva was hot. They both winced. Trowa felt water running
down his cheek. "You're melting me," she said.
"I
didn't mean to," he said. "I'm so sorry."
She
shook her head and gathered him into his arms, steam arising as he rested his
head on her cool shoulder. If he was still melting her, she wasn't complaining.
Trowa was shivering in her arms, his body shocked at going from one extreme to
the next and being completely aroused at that. He felt her lips place a soft
cold kiss on his fevered temple, making his headache subside. With that pain
out of the way, he was more aware of her naked chest against his.
Not
really able to control himself, his lips went to her neck and kissed her there
passionately. Her skin seemed to give way in his mouth, turning to water. He
drank from her for a moment, then realized he might be hurting her. Looking up
at her, her face was the look of hormones raging. What came over him, he wasn't
sure. He spread his clothes out on the cooling sand for her to lie on as they
quickly and passionately made love.
Afterwards,
she held him in her arms as he rested, still trying to shake off the fevers
caused from the heat. "Where were you going, Nanashi?" she asked.
"I
can't remember," he said.
"Ah.
There's a fortress set up near here. It belongs to a man named Winner. Is that
where you were headed?"
"Hai,"
Trowa said.
"Good.
Close your eyes and sleep, Trowa. Never forget me and never lose this
materia," she said.
He
understood somehow that materia was the correct name for the red ball before
sleep took over his body.
He
awoke later that night in a bedroom. Looking around, he found his clothes
neatly folded in a chair with his canteen on top. Beside the canteen was a
small red ball. Knowing she had safely brought him to Quatre's stronghold, he
smiled.
{Dani:
*sighs* Lucky Shiva...
Ranwolf:
What?! Lucky TROWA! Did you see her?
Dani:
Trowa was all hot and sweaty and shirtless... do you think I was looking at
her?
Ranwolf:
Oh brother.}