Fubuki no Kaen
(MarthRoy)
Authors: Xan and Vallen
Rating: R
Warnings: One thing… Or, lot's of things: This is a story with yaoi/shounen
ai/slash, whatever you want to call it. If that sort of stuff isn't your thing,
then don't read it. But, we hope that you do…
Disclaimer: The characters Marth and Roy, plus "Altea", do not belong to us. We
just use them for our pleasure.
Feedback: Yes. (That means we would love to hear from you and what you think!)
Notes: Vallen: I ended up finishing the typing
on this one, but blame both of us for the VERY long delay. Thank you for flying
with us on F.no.K Airlines, fasten your seatbelts, and enjoy the ride.
Xan: Xan: *bows* I'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!! I thought I would have time to type it up and I didn't! Gomen nasai!
Thanks to: Li Kayun (You know, you are almost always the first person to review! Isn't that neat? And don't worry, we don't plan on being mean to Roy forever), Amphitrite (Thanks! I really enjoyed writing Marth's little speech… It's so cute! And I'm not sure, Roy's kind of being a stupid-head… *gigglesnorts* Oh, Vallen's gonna kill me for that…), Boethas (Yes! Attention to detail! We really do try to do that for the sake of y'alls' reading pleasure. Good to know we're succeeding. *giggles* "Baited breath…" cool!), Sinnatious (Thanks! The name thing was all Vallen, so the credit for that goes to her. And as for Roy's fire powers, he WILL get them, but just not yet! So just be patient, okay? Oh, and all the reviews do WONDERS for our self-esteem. That's why we love you guys!), YoshiMars (Always good to hear from you! Yeah, I was really happy with how the dialogue turned out, so I'm glad people liked it. *jumps up and down excitedly* Yes, draw us fanart! Please!!), LiL PriNCeSs Me (Mmm… Xan loves to write fighting scenes! They're what I live for, dahling! Yes yes, we're converting people to MarthRoy-ism!), Pichu*Star (Yeah, we're constantly amazed at the number of reviews. We never thought our little fic would be that popular! Not that we're complaining. *laughs* Basically the entire fic is about the contrast between Marth and Roy, it seems. And yes, it made perfect sense! They were under lots of emotional pressure!), Tikimoof (Heh… Yeah, poor Roy. But he'll be fine. He's a tough little brat! *hisses and grabs her Ring Wraiths possessively* Mine too! How about we share? We can have… 4 ½ Nazgul apiece… ^_^;;) Kyuusei (I hope all the chapters are interesting! Oh well, glad you liked that one. And I think everybody's pretty much figured out that Roy gets magic too… Clever readers! Not that it wasn't obvious… Oh well…), Poregon (Thanks! Glad you liked it!), Morias (Ooooh, an EPIC! I really like the sound of that! It makes it sound like F.no.K. is a movie! Oooh, cool thought… And thanks for the compliment on the battle scene - I really work hard on those, so I'm glad people appreciate them), Dark Comet (Honey, if they die, how are we gonna write the sequel? There's no way! And I'll talk to Vallen about posting a little italics thingie or something for y'all…), Belldandy (Wow! That is so cool! Gah, I should probably print it out too, but I don't have the time… *sniff sniff*), Nari Aizawa (Yai! You said LURV! That is so cool! [Xan's mom uses that word constantly] And I think Vallen reviewed your fic for us!), Asudem (*evil laughter* Heh… But having them kiss would be so un-evil! And yes, more battle scenes coming up! And when will the cliffhangers stop? When the fic ends, that's when! *evil laughter*), Sami Sasamy (*innocent* Marth and Roy together? Whatever gave you that idea? Heh… And no, you didn't write anything wrong. What gave you that idea?)
Marth's eyes watered as he sat in the cabin, using thread and needle to stitch up the long gash that Roy had made in his chest. It hurt like a bitch, but he had endured worse in his lifetime. Much, much worse. This had been one of Trave's favorite games to play with his slave-Prince. He would cut Marth with a knife that was just dull enough to cause pain and draw blood and then sew the wounds back together again while watching Marth writhe in agony. Long, thin, nearly invisible scars criss-crossed his chest, back arms and legs. He had kept them hidden both from himself and from Roy, hoping that his General companion would not notice them.
With slightly trembling hands, Marth snipped the thread and lay back down on his cot, eyes closed and feeling very tired. As always, showing his emotions so openly had taken quite a bit of effort and that combined with the battle itself and the amount of newfound mage energy that he had been expending over the last few days had severely depleted him. He struggled to keep his eyes open, failed and fell into a deep, deep sleep.
Roy groaned and got up from the ground for the hundredth time, picking up his sword once again. He grasped it tightly with both hands and glared at Rowen with a shake of his head to get some of the snow off.
"Have you had enough yet? You're just lucky I haven't cut you into tiny pieces for sardines yet- When are you going to give up?" The formidable mage-hermit asked.
"I won't… Not until I'm done. Rush me again. I think I've got your charge figured out…" Roy growled tiredly.
Rowen shrugged and pushed his hair back before running towards the ex-general once again. And to his surprise, the teen actually blocked his initial attack.
"Ha. I told you," Roy said.
The brown-haired mage smiled the tiniest of smirks and hit Roy with the hilt of his blade, enough to send him backwards to the ground again. He stood over Roy, his large sword slung over one shoulder.
"I give up, you're too strong for me. I'm going inside," Rowen said before turning and going inside. He didn't want to ruin the boy's pride too much.
'He lives to mock me!' Roy thought angrily, forcing his body to get up again. His omnipresent scowl spread across his face as he trudged back inside.
'Marth, what are you doing? Unless you give me a good reason why I should let you sleep, I'm going to wake you up. I'm supposed to be a stern teacher, correct?' Rowen's thought-voice plowed through the exiled prince's subconscious.
Marth awoke with a gasp, sitting straight up in the cot he had been sleeping in, eyes wide and nails scratching at the collar that was no longer around his throat. The ex-prince's eyes were wild beneath his unruly blue hair and his face pale. He had torn at his stitches in his sleep, reopening the wound on his chest.
"Master?" He whispered in a hollow voice, still not comprehending where he was.
Rowen frowned, pushing Marth down gently so that he was lying on his back again.
"Relax, Marth…" He said in a low, soothing voice. "You can go back to sleep."
The mage thought it best to leave his trainee alone now, the stress level he was under much higher than he expected. Rowen placed a hand over Marth's wound and concentrated on his small amount of healing power to close the wound.
A silent spy watched through a crack in the door and frowned, but tried not to be concerned for Marth. Roy looked down at the ground and turned away, going to sit on the couch. The auburn-haired teen sighed and tried to relax his aching body.
Marth did as Rowen commanded, closing his eyes and drifting back into unconsciousness. A cool tingling feeling on his chest relaxed and soothed him, releasing some of the tension that had built inside of him.
Rowen turned away and exited the room, glancing at Roy as he did so. He stood there for a moment before speaking in the voice he had used when they first met.
"Slaves, hm?" He questioned, pulling out a thick book and opening it.
"Why do you want to know about that?" the teen replied tersely, not in the mood to talk with the mage.
"He is my pupil. I have a right to inquire about his health."
"Look, neither of us wants to talk about that, so just leave me alone."
The amethyst-eyed man was silent for a moment, and then turned to go to his own room.
"You're the only one that knows what he went though and he needs your help. I suggest you be of some emotional help for once and go in there." With that said, he walked out.
Roy's eyes narrowed and he watched Rowen leave. He sat there for a few moments before getting up slowly and entering the room he and Marth shared. He sat on the cot next to the ex-prince's, staring at the troubled look on his face. The teen sat there for the longest time until he fell asleep in that position.
Marth awoke with a small scream, sitting straight up once again in the cot. He covered his mouth with his hands, stifling the noise and looked around with wide eyes.
The ex-general had woken up at the first sound, staring at Marth in surprise. Then his face relaxed and became unreadable.
"I thought you had gotten over that already."
Marth buried his face in his hands. Now Roy thought he was even weaker than before.
"Sorry…" He whispered. "Nightmares."
"Don't apologize to me, why would you do that? I repeat myself: I thought you had gotten over it already."
Marth was silent for a long, long time.
"I've never gotten over it," He answered at last, his voice barely above a whisper. "Even after seven years, I've never gotten over it.
"Don't you mean a week or so? You're starting to scare me now- Snap out of it."
Marth shuddered.
"No, I mean seven years." He whispered. "I was… abused, tortured when I was young, like Trave tortured us. I was just a child. He tied me up and did… horrible things to me…" Marth spoke as if he could not stop, telling Roy how he would be alternately fucked and beaten by his captor until he would black out; how Marth was taught to use his hands and mouth to further his partner's pleasure and forced to do so against his will; how his captor would do other unspeakable things to him. When at last he had run out of words, Marth placed his head back in his hands, his chest heaving with exertion.
"I had blocked it all out… I had forgotten it all… And being sold to Trave brought it all back… The nightmares that would leave me hoarse… And now it's all worse."
"Look," Roy snapped sharply, clenching a fist. "You just got a wonderful opportunity that could change your life, for the better! And now you're wasting your time, drowning in things that already happened! And we're talking years ago, your Highness! How am I supposed to follow and look up to someone who can't persevere and get over their problems?! Ever since I was little, I wanted to look up to you, but now I'm not seeing the same things I used to see…"
"Why? Why in the hell of hells would you want to look up to me? You, Roy, the High General of all Altea wanted to look up to me. Why? Because I was a prince?" Marth's attitude switched abruptly. "What did you see? What was I to you then?"
"I was little. I would be in the castle and I would see you with your mother sometimes. You were calm, quiet, and collected- I guess I admired that. Then I was shipped off to training and I wanted to serve someone like that some day. That's why," the teen explained, his voice strong and unwavering. "It may seem stupid to you, but it wasn't to me. Now why aren't you taking advantage of this new gift you have?"
Marth closed his eyes for a moment before looking back to Roy, his eyes cold and empty.
"Was it a shock to learn that the Prince you looked up to is in reality at coward? And if you recall correctly, the last time I practiced with my powers, you got quite angry. So now if you'll pardon me, I'll excuse myself and cease disrupting your sleep with my own petty problems. I'm sorry for not living up to your expectations." With that, Marth got up and left, not bother to hide his shaking knees. He went into Rowen's study, locking the door behind him. As soon as he did, livid anger made his eyes burn blue in the darkness.
"Damn you, Uncle…" He hissed, gathering all the magical energy within him and collecting it in his hands, which were glowing blue. "Damn you for ruining my life…"
Massive thunderheads gathered in the sky outside, filling the air with rumbles of thunder and forked lightening. "And now I'm going to ruin yours…"
In Altea, at the royal palace, Gaimen was awakened rudely by an icy gust of wind sweeping though the entire castle, throwing open every door wide. Guards and servants ran around in a panic, wondering what in the world was going on. Gaimen threw his robe over one shoulder, running out onto this balcony to discover with utter shock that large pieces of hail were falling from a clear sky. He ducked to avoid being hit in the head by an especially large one.
'What in the hell…?'
To Be Continued…
Vallen: *laughs evilly* Oh, how I enjoy writing the "to be continued…" Oh, and I like hearing which lines you liked from the chapter the best. It gives great insight!
Xan: That's it! And I PROMISE to get the next one out sooner, I SWEAR!!