One Star Lit Day
Gundam Wing AU, Yaoi, 1X2, 3X4
By K-Chan
~Disclaimer~
I don't own nuthin' but the story.
For Braided Baby and, as always, Dria.
Chapter One - Strangers
Nimble fingers danced across the lute strings, releasing a cascade of beautiful music that swirled around the fire lit camp. A youth of the age of sixteen was responsible for the harmonious melody. He wore a peaceful smile on a face far more beautiful than his music. Enchanting violet eyes reflected the stars twinkling in the night sky.
Trowa sighed and pulled the venison off the fire and set it on a carved wooden plate along with some mushrooms and edible roots.
"Duo," interrupted the Dryad in his quiet but strong voice. "Leave the singing to the birds and eat your dinner."
The boy carefully put the lute aside and let a broad, infectious grin creep on to his face. "That looks great, as usual! And boy am I hungry, Thanks Tro-chan!"
Trowa gave a tiny smile before turning to his own meal.
Duo watched his companion eat in silence. Mahogany brown hair fell across one side of his pale face. His one visible eye was green enough to make the grass envious. Though taller than Duo, the Dryads willowy frame was still small by human standards. Thin peach lips that rarely smiled, twitched as their owner chewed his food.
Trowa noticed the boys attention was focused on him rather than his own meal.
"What?" He asked.
Duo jumped, realising he'd been caught. "Oh, nothing." He answered innocently. The Dryad continued to stare at him.
"Um. The food's nice."
Though Trowa knew his companion couldn't lie, he knew that that was not what Duo had been thinking. "You haven't eaten any yet." He pointed out.
"Oh!" The boy realised this was true and began to shovel food into his mouth. Then he stoped. Trowa was still watching him.
"Um. Trowa I was wondering. Could you play your flute tonight? You know, like old times?" He asked nervously toying with his long chestnut braid.
The Dryads green eyes softened and one corner of his mouth twitched into a half smile. "Sure, but only if you eat all your vegetables."
Grinning happily Duo quickly polished off his dinner in record time.
"All done!" He said putting the plate back into their packs.
Nodding Trowa pulled out his flute from somewhere on his person. The marble white wood was beautifully carved so that the delicate flowering vines twined up the shaft and it had been polished till it reflected the dancing campfire.
But the most wonderful thing of all about the Dryads flute was the veins of silver and gold that swirled through the wood, glittering hypnotically.
Once Duo had asked Trowa about them. He had merely said that 'One day his curiosity would get him in trouble.' Duo had taken that as a hint and had dropped the matter.
Trowa put the flute to his lips and began to play a haunting tune.
Duo sighed happily, no matter how good he got, the braided boy was sure Trowa would always be better.
----------~oOo~----------
Turquoise eyes widened fearfully in the boys pale face as the sad tune ghosted through the dark forest. He spun sharply as a nearby bush rustled, the hood of his dark cloak slipping to his shoulders to reveal short white blond locks that shone in the silvery moon light.
Quatres heart raced in his chest, his mind conjuring hoards of man-eating beasts or wrathful spectres, come to feed on his soul.
A whimper escaped the young humans pale rose lips. He almost regretted running away. If he hadn't run away he'd be sitting nice and warm next to his hearth, he wouldn't be hungry or scared and he'd be married.
Quatre blinked, the music had changed. It was now friendly, welcoming, kind, warm.
"See I told you someone was out there!" Exclaimed a cheerful voice.
"Quiet Duo." Said a second voice, this one was soft and soothing. Something gently brushed his cheek. "Wake up little one."
Quatres eyes snapped back into focus.
"Oh my!" He squeaked, jumping back upon finding himself face to face with a complete stranger.
"I think you startled him Tro-chan." Giggled a braided teen not much bigger than him.
The stranger scowled. "Thark ne mana dar shin Sin!"
Quatre hadn't understood a word of that, but the teen obviously did as he stuck out his tongue at his companion.
The stranger sighed and looked back to him.
The blond suddenly found himself held captive by one green, green eye.
"I am sorry for startling you. My name is Trowa Barton and my friend is Duo Maxwell."
Quatre smiled shyly. "Oh, I'm Quatre Raberba, um, Winner."
Duo jumped up grinning from ear to ear. "Nice to meet you! Ya look kinda cold and hungry. Perhaps you'd wanna share our fire and food?"
The blond nodded, it'd been well over a day since he'd last eaten. "Yes, thank you."
After Trowa (who, to Quatres surprise, turned out to be an amazing cook) had given Quatre his meal he settled back to listen to Duo happily chat to the young human.
The poor Dryad couldn't take his eyes of the pale beauty who had wandered in to their camp. He looked like an Angel. When he had touched the boys' creamy cheek he'd had to fight the hot lust of his Dryad heritage.
It was fairly clear that Quatre was going to be joining their little group and even now Trowas strict mental discipline was the only thing stopping him from throwing himself at the child. He was 325 years old and the human couldn't be more than 15. Even the age difference didn't stop his mind from supplying him appealing and rather persuasive images. This was bad.
Quatre was intrigued to find that the two were Adventurers. "So, are you two on an adventure now?" He asked.
"Naw, to be honest there's not much job openings for us. Most the time we just play as minstrels in taverns."
Quatre was confused. "Why not? About the job openings?"
The violet eyes boy shrugged "People are just racist I guess, what with Trowa being a Dryad and all."
"What on earth is a Dryad?" He asked sneaking a look at the green-eyed teen.
Duo noticed where the blonds' attention had strayed to and smirked. "A Dryad is a wood sprite. But they tend to be a bit on the lusty side." "Lusty?"
"Yeah. As in they're sex addicts!" He said with a wicked grin. Duo heard Trowa choke with satisfaction.
"Oh!" Said Quatre, blushing furiously.
The violet-eyed teen bit back a chuckle, he found the whole mating thing rather humorous. "Dryads are usually female and a bit greener, but our Tro- chans Grand Dame was a Muse. That's why he looks so human." Duo suddenly realised that (as usual) he'd strayed from the topic at hand. "Anyways people don't want an attractive stud muffin around their wives an' kiddies. 'Sides," He yawned. "Dryads are a breed of Phairy and they've got light fingers when it comes to shiny stuff like gold or jewels or ladies panties."
"Nay nata lin!" Snapped Trowa, who'd still been listening.
Duo smirked at the Dryad. "Zan? E fen nay kith doe, E na lon! Sayat tay'lay doe da yamma palmire cun!"
An embarrassed flush spread over Trowas high cheekbones. "We need more fire wood." He said flatly before rushing away.
"What did you say to him? I don't recognise the language." To be honest Quatre was a bit miffed, he had thought he could talk fluently in every language of the realm. And in front of him was a conversation he would have payed to understand, in a language that didn't even sound slightly familiar.
Duo picked up his lute and plucked idly at the strings. "That's our native language, High Mystic. I'm not gonna tell ya what I said. That's between Trowa an' me." His fingers danced lightly across the strings releasing a ripple of beautiful music. Sparkling violets reflected the stars.
"Can you sing Quatre?"
----------~oOo~----------
"Your Highness?"
The Queens head snapped up to freeze the Royal General with the intensity of her gaze. "Yes?"
"The search is over, the Prince is not in the country."
A perfectly manicured hand slammed down onto the crystal throne. "DAMN!! Find him! I don't care what it takes, who you have to hire! Start a war for all I care! Just bring my son back!"
Sweat trickled down the back of the Generals neck. "Yes, Your Highness." He hastily bowed away.
A hand touched her shoulder in a calming gesture. "Lucrezia?"
"I just want my baby back Treize." Whispered the Queen so softly that her Champion barely heard it.
He winced sympathetically. "You must inform King Milliardo."
Lucrezia sighed. "I know."
Well that's it for the first chapter. Tell me what you think.
~Authors Notes~
High Mystic is a language I made up, so Duo and Trowa are really having a conversation that can be translated. But I won't just yet cause it'd wreck the surprise. But if you wanna know what Duo said to Trowa I'll give a hint. "Tay'lay" is a crude word for sex and "doe" is 'him'.
Gundam Wing AU, Yaoi, 1X2, 3X4
By K-Chan
~Disclaimer~
I don't own nuthin' but the story.
For Braided Baby and, as always, Dria.
Chapter One - Strangers
Nimble fingers danced across the lute strings, releasing a cascade of beautiful music that swirled around the fire lit camp. A youth of the age of sixteen was responsible for the harmonious melody. He wore a peaceful smile on a face far more beautiful than his music. Enchanting violet eyes reflected the stars twinkling in the night sky.
Trowa sighed and pulled the venison off the fire and set it on a carved wooden plate along with some mushrooms and edible roots.
"Duo," interrupted the Dryad in his quiet but strong voice. "Leave the singing to the birds and eat your dinner."
The boy carefully put the lute aside and let a broad, infectious grin creep on to his face. "That looks great, as usual! And boy am I hungry, Thanks Tro-chan!"
Trowa gave a tiny smile before turning to his own meal.
Duo watched his companion eat in silence. Mahogany brown hair fell across one side of his pale face. His one visible eye was green enough to make the grass envious. Though taller than Duo, the Dryads willowy frame was still small by human standards. Thin peach lips that rarely smiled, twitched as their owner chewed his food.
Trowa noticed the boys attention was focused on him rather than his own meal.
"What?" He asked.
Duo jumped, realising he'd been caught. "Oh, nothing." He answered innocently. The Dryad continued to stare at him.
"Um. The food's nice."
Though Trowa knew his companion couldn't lie, he knew that that was not what Duo had been thinking. "You haven't eaten any yet." He pointed out.
"Oh!" The boy realised this was true and began to shovel food into his mouth. Then he stoped. Trowa was still watching him.
"Um. Trowa I was wondering. Could you play your flute tonight? You know, like old times?" He asked nervously toying with his long chestnut braid.
The Dryads green eyes softened and one corner of his mouth twitched into a half smile. "Sure, but only if you eat all your vegetables."
Grinning happily Duo quickly polished off his dinner in record time.
"All done!" He said putting the plate back into their packs.
Nodding Trowa pulled out his flute from somewhere on his person. The marble white wood was beautifully carved so that the delicate flowering vines twined up the shaft and it had been polished till it reflected the dancing campfire.
But the most wonderful thing of all about the Dryads flute was the veins of silver and gold that swirled through the wood, glittering hypnotically.
Once Duo had asked Trowa about them. He had merely said that 'One day his curiosity would get him in trouble.' Duo had taken that as a hint and had dropped the matter.
Trowa put the flute to his lips and began to play a haunting tune.
Duo sighed happily, no matter how good he got, the braided boy was sure Trowa would always be better.
----------~oOo~----------
Turquoise eyes widened fearfully in the boys pale face as the sad tune ghosted through the dark forest. He spun sharply as a nearby bush rustled, the hood of his dark cloak slipping to his shoulders to reveal short white blond locks that shone in the silvery moon light.
Quatres heart raced in his chest, his mind conjuring hoards of man-eating beasts or wrathful spectres, come to feed on his soul.
A whimper escaped the young humans pale rose lips. He almost regretted running away. If he hadn't run away he'd be sitting nice and warm next to his hearth, he wouldn't be hungry or scared and he'd be married.
Quatre blinked, the music had changed. It was now friendly, welcoming, kind, warm.
"See I told you someone was out there!" Exclaimed a cheerful voice.
"Quiet Duo." Said a second voice, this one was soft and soothing. Something gently brushed his cheek. "Wake up little one."
Quatres eyes snapped back into focus.
"Oh my!" He squeaked, jumping back upon finding himself face to face with a complete stranger.
"I think you startled him Tro-chan." Giggled a braided teen not much bigger than him.
The stranger scowled. "Thark ne mana dar shin Sin!"
Quatre hadn't understood a word of that, but the teen obviously did as he stuck out his tongue at his companion.
The stranger sighed and looked back to him.
The blond suddenly found himself held captive by one green, green eye.
"I am sorry for startling you. My name is Trowa Barton and my friend is Duo Maxwell."
Quatre smiled shyly. "Oh, I'm Quatre Raberba, um, Winner."
Duo jumped up grinning from ear to ear. "Nice to meet you! Ya look kinda cold and hungry. Perhaps you'd wanna share our fire and food?"
The blond nodded, it'd been well over a day since he'd last eaten. "Yes, thank you."
After Trowa (who, to Quatres surprise, turned out to be an amazing cook) had given Quatre his meal he settled back to listen to Duo happily chat to the young human.
The poor Dryad couldn't take his eyes of the pale beauty who had wandered in to their camp. He looked like an Angel. When he had touched the boys' creamy cheek he'd had to fight the hot lust of his Dryad heritage.
It was fairly clear that Quatre was going to be joining their little group and even now Trowas strict mental discipline was the only thing stopping him from throwing himself at the child. He was 325 years old and the human couldn't be more than 15. Even the age difference didn't stop his mind from supplying him appealing and rather persuasive images. This was bad.
Quatre was intrigued to find that the two were Adventurers. "So, are you two on an adventure now?" He asked.
"Naw, to be honest there's not much job openings for us. Most the time we just play as minstrels in taverns."
Quatre was confused. "Why not? About the job openings?"
The violet eyes boy shrugged "People are just racist I guess, what with Trowa being a Dryad and all."
"What on earth is a Dryad?" He asked sneaking a look at the green-eyed teen.
Duo noticed where the blonds' attention had strayed to and smirked. "A Dryad is a wood sprite. But they tend to be a bit on the lusty side." "Lusty?"
"Yeah. As in they're sex addicts!" He said with a wicked grin. Duo heard Trowa choke with satisfaction.
"Oh!" Said Quatre, blushing furiously.
The violet-eyed teen bit back a chuckle, he found the whole mating thing rather humorous. "Dryads are usually female and a bit greener, but our Tro- chans Grand Dame was a Muse. That's why he looks so human." Duo suddenly realised that (as usual) he'd strayed from the topic at hand. "Anyways people don't want an attractive stud muffin around their wives an' kiddies. 'Sides," He yawned. "Dryads are a breed of Phairy and they've got light fingers when it comes to shiny stuff like gold or jewels or ladies panties."
"Nay nata lin!" Snapped Trowa, who'd still been listening.
Duo smirked at the Dryad. "Zan? E fen nay kith doe, E na lon! Sayat tay'lay doe da yamma palmire cun!"
An embarrassed flush spread over Trowas high cheekbones. "We need more fire wood." He said flatly before rushing away.
"What did you say to him? I don't recognise the language." To be honest Quatre was a bit miffed, he had thought he could talk fluently in every language of the realm. And in front of him was a conversation he would have payed to understand, in a language that didn't even sound slightly familiar.
Duo picked up his lute and plucked idly at the strings. "That's our native language, High Mystic. I'm not gonna tell ya what I said. That's between Trowa an' me." His fingers danced lightly across the strings releasing a ripple of beautiful music. Sparkling violets reflected the stars.
"Can you sing Quatre?"
----------~oOo~----------
"Your Highness?"
The Queens head snapped up to freeze the Royal General with the intensity of her gaze. "Yes?"
"The search is over, the Prince is not in the country."
A perfectly manicured hand slammed down onto the crystal throne. "DAMN!! Find him! I don't care what it takes, who you have to hire! Start a war for all I care! Just bring my son back!"
Sweat trickled down the back of the Generals neck. "Yes, Your Highness." He hastily bowed away.
A hand touched her shoulder in a calming gesture. "Lucrezia?"
"I just want my baby back Treize." Whispered the Queen so softly that her Champion barely heard it.
He winced sympathetically. "You must inform King Milliardo."
Lucrezia sighed. "I know."
Well that's it for the first chapter. Tell me what you think.
~Authors Notes~
High Mystic is a language I made up, so Duo and Trowa are really having a conversation that can be translated. But I won't just yet cause it'd wreck the surprise. But if you wanna know what Duo said to Trowa I'll give a hint. "Tay'lay" is a crude word for sex and "doe" is 'him'.