Notes and disclaimer in prologue
Sure Thing
Chapter 9
The man in green reached the top of the hill and paused. He could clearly see their tracks, where two had been standing, close together, the third set of prints slightly farther away. Then two of them had run off and the third had stayed behind. In a quick movement, his sword was out and at the ready. He searched about the area, sharp eyes carefully peering at boulders and trees for any evidence of the man hiding in waiting for him.
CRASH!!!
The man jumped only slightly as a rock the size of a small boulder smashed against the tree behind him. Heero stepped out from behind a large rock, hefting a rather substantial stone as if it were a rubber ball. Indigo eyes regarded the man in green sullenly.
"I could have killed you if I wanted to." He said in his flat tone.
"I know you could have." The masked man said with something akin to awe in his voice.
"I could kill you right now. Unless of course, you put down your sword and I'll put down my stone and we fight hand to hand."
"That sounds like a perfectly viable plan." The pirate lowered his sword, eyeing Heero carefully. "Though, after seeing you pull three people including yourself up a cliff, I'm afraid the odds will be slightly in your favor."
"I can't help being strong." Heero said tossing the large rock aside carelessly, "I was born this way."
"Very well." The taller man stood for a moment as if contemplating what to do next. Suddenly he moved and launched a powerful sidekick that struck Heero solidly below the ribs. He didn't even blink. The man in the mask paused before reaching back and slamming his right fist into Heero's cheek. Heero's head turned sideways but he swiveled it back around, watching the man with slight amusement in his eyes.
"What exactly are you doing here?" The man in green demanded, somewhat irritated.
"I'm giving you a chance so you can feel better about losing." Heero said calmly.
"That isn't a very sportsman like thing to do. It's more humiliating that anything." The pirate's voice was controlled, but Heero could see barely contained anger flashing in his eyes.
"Who said anything about being a sportsman?[1] I'm stopping you from following us. I'll do whatever it takes." Heero responded grimly. With that he launched himself at the tall pirate, fists flying. Surprisingly they only met with air. He spun around to see the man darting away. "Don't be so damn fast! It's cowardly to run away!"
"I'd rather be a living coward than a dead hero." The pirate responded, lightly balancing on his toes in preparation for the next attack. Said attack occurred a split-second later; this time, Heero attempted a flying kick. Again he only contacted air. The man had disappeared completely.
"How in the hell…?" For the first time, Heero's voice had a trace of shock in it. Suddenly there was a heavy weight on his back, and an arm secured firmly around his neck in a solid choking grip. Heero flailed to remove the man from him, reaching back to flip the taller man over his head. But the man had his legs wrapped securely around his waist and his arms around his neck and there was no moving him.
"In the life of a pirate, it's generally a good option to learn how to move out of the way quickly." The man murmured.
"Out of the way of what?" Heero demanded hoarsely, struggling to loosen the chokehold somewhat. He pushed himself backwards towards the tree and slammed the man up against it in hopes that the force would be enough to shock the man into releasing him. But he merely grunted slightly and continued to cling on like a limpet.
"Oh, masts, ropes, angry captains, sharks…and lecherous old men shouting, 'Five quid, laddie, that's a good deal!'."
"What in the hell are you talking about?" Heero was quickly losing the thread of this conversation as the blood pounded in his ears. He struggled for air, feeling his vision beginning to blur he attempted one more time to slam the man against the tree, but this time there was much less force and the man didn't even grunt. Heero fell forward on his knees, his eyes glazing as blackness closed in on him.
"Sometimes even I don't know." The man muttered, tightening his grip further. Heero finally admitted defeat to the darkness and fell face forward into the dirt. Seconds passed before the man in green moved. Like he did to Wufei, he turned Heero onto his back and checked his pulse. Heero was breathing shallowly, and his lips and cheeks were tinged slightly blue, but other than that, he was in perfect health.
"Well, my friend, you fought well. I thank you for the exercise and wish you the best of luck with the rest of your life. May you find a wench and make fat babies together.[2]" With that he once again jumped up and sped in the direction Duo and Quatre had taken.
A/N: Yeah, yeah, it's been awhile, I know. I did update my other fic as well, the Prisoner With No Name one, so I figured I'd work on the fics that have not been completed. I looked back at the Six Stars of Orion, and I must admit that I will not be finishing it. It just wasn't going in the right direction, and in all honesty, I've lost complete interest in the story. And how can a story be interesting to readers if the person who wrote it didn't really care about it? Even the best authors in the world can't make something work if they don't like it. So, I'm gonna have to scrap that one. I'll take it off FF.Net. Sniffle. So sad. But, the good news is, I'm still very interested in this story after looking back over it, and I can still see what is going to happen in the future. Sorry about the weak sword fight…I couldn't clearly describe it, as I have just an itsy bit of knowledge about fencing. But…I'm going to keep working on it, when I can.
[1] This just needed to be said. I love Fesic and all, but he and Heero are just so different that I couldn't resist putting this tidbit in.
[2] Anyone know the reference of this one? I'll tell you in the next chapter.