I unfortunately don't own the G-boys; if I did I would be much happier,
wallowing in money. But I don't so don't bother suing; I don't have
anything, I'm a poor college student people! Unless of course you want a
couple blood thirsty dust bunnies....I got plenty of those. Comments are
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As I said before, I hate being right! That "I know exactly where I'm going to put you two..." was right onto a ship owned by a rich merchant, as a slave. I sat in my corner of the slave ship. It was small, dark, damp and rat infested. Also it was crowded. Have I mentioned that I'm slightly claustrophobic?? And on top of that, my back was afire from the thirty lashings I had received, earlier in the day. I had not done what my new master had wanted me to. And I will NOT mention what it was he wanted me to do. Lets just say that the Thief Lord had played his own little trick. He had not only sold us into slavery, he had sold us as PLEASURE slaves. I growled low in my throat, and concentrated on the movement of the ship.
"How are you feeling?" a quiet voice from the shadows on my right asked. I didn't have to look to know who it was. The small slave next to me had become sort of a teacher to Solo and me in the ways of being a slave. Not that he had much experience; the merchant had picked him up a few monthes before us on their last stop. The merchant liked him because of his "exotic" look. Which was true, the boy was exotic looking. He was well built, with golden skin long black shoulder length hair that he kept tied back in a tail and he had bright onyx eyes. He moved with the grace of a large cat.
"Peachy." I whispered, "How 'bout you Wufei?" Wufei snorted. I glanced around, Solo wasn't anywhere near me. "Where's Solo, 'Fei?'
Wufei grimaced, "With HIM" he growled, spitting the word 'him' as if it was poison. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Gods that he would be alright.
The Gods chose to ignore my plea.
Solo was returned later that night, unconscious.
"Solo!" I said in a fierce whisper as soon as the guards left. Solo lay on the floor, unmoving. I moved slowly over to my brother, trying my best not to rattle the chains. I touched him on the shoulder, and he flinched. Solo flinched from me... "Solo? Bro...talk to me." Solo turned away from me, curling into a ball. He was covered in cuts and bruises..... "Bro...What did he do to you....?" I whispered. Something shiny ran down Solo's cheek...a tear? Solo was c-crying? Solo NEVER cried! He didn't cry when his family was murdered in front of him, he didn't cry when his town was destroyed, he didn't cry when he was beaten an inch from death.... "What happened?" I growled into my brother's ear, glaring at any who looked our way. Solo didn't reply. I grabbed Solo's shoulder and forced him onto his back so he was looking at me. "What. Happened." I growled again. Solo looked up at me, his golden eyes were frightened, and ashamed. Suddenly my elder brother curled into a ball again, burying his head in my lap. "I couldn't stop him...I couldn't do anything...he chained me to the bed....and he...he..." It took a moment for this to register in my brain. I wrapped my arms around my brother. Trying to comfort him. "Shhhh...bro......" I said, my voice soothing; but in fact I saw red. How dare he hurt Solo! Solo, who was so strong, who had taught me to smile at everything...how he dare take that away... "I won't let him touch you again; I swear it, with Shinigami as my witness HE WILL NOT TOUCH YOU AGAIN..."
True to my word, the merchant didn't touch Solo again. The Gods had played us another curve...the next morning Solo was sick. Three day's later; the ship doctor proclaimed that Solo had the plague. The fools beatings had weakened my friends system, he was dieing, and yet....and yet, they did not let I'm rest. No they forced him to work; whipping him when he fell behind. They would work him up until the very instant he died. Every night I hoped with every fiber of my being, that they would die. I prayed to Shinigami, the God of Death, the only god who seemed to listen to me now, twisted as his answers sometimes were. Again, the dark god surprised me. Instead of death, he brought me hope...
"Hey Duo," Wufei whispered one morning on deck; "look..." he pointed to the south. There no more then a couple miles off, was an island with tall sheer cliffs.
"Aye, get a good look lads, this is the closest you'll ever see the Dark Isle." One of the crewmen said, "No ship who ventures to close returned alive..."
The Dark Isle, I had not heard of it before, but it was land...
That night I slept very lightly, my dreams troubled me. I dreamt of the Dark Lord, Shinigami, that night. His black cloak and flaming blood red hair billowing out behind him. His emerald d green eyes glowed in the darkness; he reached out on hand to me, a single perfect pale hand. My mind screamed at me not to except it, to do so would be to die, but my dream self did not listen, I took Death's hand. Together we flew over the ocean, away from the ship; the island suddenly loomed in the distance. Onward we flew; we reached the island, but didn't stop. We flew between two crossed boulders, through the jungle, under a water fall, and into a cave. Finally we stopped; I could feel the press of rock around us. Shinigami smiled at me; he appeared to be no older then myself physically, yet his eyes were ageless. In his right hand he held a long eerie scythe; he pointed it toward the ceiling; brilliant green light exploded from it, luminating the darkness. We were in a cavern of crystal, it was beautiful.
"Find this place..." Shinigami whispered, his voice was like a cool north breeze at night, "the guardians will challenge you; when they do, tell them that the Dark one sends you. The old one will know what that means. Take this; it will help you on your journey..." He reached his hand out to me, in it was a black leather pouch with a draw-string long enough to fit over my head. I looked at the god; I wanted to ask him why he was doing this...but my body would not corporate. "Now it is time for you to return." The island faded into blackness...
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Thank you for all that reviewed; I think that was the most reviews I've gotten at once. ^_^ *does happy dance* though that does not mean that just because you reviewed last time you don't have to now.....I still crave reviews...so please review...or you shall never know what was in the pouch! Bwhahahahahahaha!
As I said before, I hate being right! That "I know exactly where I'm going to put you two..." was right onto a ship owned by a rich merchant, as a slave. I sat in my corner of the slave ship. It was small, dark, damp and rat infested. Also it was crowded. Have I mentioned that I'm slightly claustrophobic?? And on top of that, my back was afire from the thirty lashings I had received, earlier in the day. I had not done what my new master had wanted me to. And I will NOT mention what it was he wanted me to do. Lets just say that the Thief Lord had played his own little trick. He had not only sold us into slavery, he had sold us as PLEASURE slaves. I growled low in my throat, and concentrated on the movement of the ship.
"How are you feeling?" a quiet voice from the shadows on my right asked. I didn't have to look to know who it was. The small slave next to me had become sort of a teacher to Solo and me in the ways of being a slave. Not that he had much experience; the merchant had picked him up a few monthes before us on their last stop. The merchant liked him because of his "exotic" look. Which was true, the boy was exotic looking. He was well built, with golden skin long black shoulder length hair that he kept tied back in a tail and he had bright onyx eyes. He moved with the grace of a large cat.
"Peachy." I whispered, "How 'bout you Wufei?" Wufei snorted. I glanced around, Solo wasn't anywhere near me. "Where's Solo, 'Fei?'
Wufei grimaced, "With HIM" he growled, spitting the word 'him' as if it was poison. I closed my eyes and prayed to the Gods that he would be alright.
The Gods chose to ignore my plea.
Solo was returned later that night, unconscious.
"Solo!" I said in a fierce whisper as soon as the guards left. Solo lay on the floor, unmoving. I moved slowly over to my brother, trying my best not to rattle the chains. I touched him on the shoulder, and he flinched. Solo flinched from me... "Solo? Bro...talk to me." Solo turned away from me, curling into a ball. He was covered in cuts and bruises..... "Bro...What did he do to you....?" I whispered. Something shiny ran down Solo's cheek...a tear? Solo was c-crying? Solo NEVER cried! He didn't cry when his family was murdered in front of him, he didn't cry when his town was destroyed, he didn't cry when he was beaten an inch from death.... "What happened?" I growled into my brother's ear, glaring at any who looked our way. Solo didn't reply. I grabbed Solo's shoulder and forced him onto his back so he was looking at me. "What. Happened." I growled again. Solo looked up at me, his golden eyes were frightened, and ashamed. Suddenly my elder brother curled into a ball again, burying his head in my lap. "I couldn't stop him...I couldn't do anything...he chained me to the bed....and he...he..." It took a moment for this to register in my brain. I wrapped my arms around my brother. Trying to comfort him. "Shhhh...bro......" I said, my voice soothing; but in fact I saw red. How dare he hurt Solo! Solo, who was so strong, who had taught me to smile at everything...how he dare take that away... "I won't let him touch you again; I swear it, with Shinigami as my witness HE WILL NOT TOUCH YOU AGAIN..."
True to my word, the merchant didn't touch Solo again. The Gods had played us another curve...the next morning Solo was sick. Three day's later; the ship doctor proclaimed that Solo had the plague. The fools beatings had weakened my friends system, he was dieing, and yet....and yet, they did not let I'm rest. No they forced him to work; whipping him when he fell behind. They would work him up until the very instant he died. Every night I hoped with every fiber of my being, that they would die. I prayed to Shinigami, the God of Death, the only god who seemed to listen to me now, twisted as his answers sometimes were. Again, the dark god surprised me. Instead of death, he brought me hope...
"Hey Duo," Wufei whispered one morning on deck; "look..." he pointed to the south. There no more then a couple miles off, was an island with tall sheer cliffs.
"Aye, get a good look lads, this is the closest you'll ever see the Dark Isle." One of the crewmen said, "No ship who ventures to close returned alive..."
The Dark Isle, I had not heard of it before, but it was land...
That night I slept very lightly, my dreams troubled me. I dreamt of the Dark Lord, Shinigami, that night. His black cloak and flaming blood red hair billowing out behind him. His emerald d green eyes glowed in the darkness; he reached out on hand to me, a single perfect pale hand. My mind screamed at me not to except it, to do so would be to die, but my dream self did not listen, I took Death's hand. Together we flew over the ocean, away from the ship; the island suddenly loomed in the distance. Onward we flew; we reached the island, but didn't stop. We flew between two crossed boulders, through the jungle, under a water fall, and into a cave. Finally we stopped; I could feel the press of rock around us. Shinigami smiled at me; he appeared to be no older then myself physically, yet his eyes were ageless. In his right hand he held a long eerie scythe; he pointed it toward the ceiling; brilliant green light exploded from it, luminating the darkness. We were in a cavern of crystal, it was beautiful.
"Find this place..." Shinigami whispered, his voice was like a cool north breeze at night, "the guardians will challenge you; when they do, tell them that the Dark one sends you. The old one will know what that means. Take this; it will help you on your journey..." He reached his hand out to me, in it was a black leather pouch with a draw-string long enough to fit over my head. I looked at the god; I wanted to ask him why he was doing this...but my body would not corporate. "Now it is time for you to return." The island faded into blackness...
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Thank you for all that reviewed; I think that was the most reviews I've gotten at once. ^_^ *does happy dance* though that does not mean that just because you reviewed last time you don't have to now.....I still crave reviews...so please review...or you shall never know what was in the pouch! Bwhahahahahahaha!