Disclaimer: Chrono Trigger doesn't belong to me. If it did, Flea would
be a main character. It belongs to Square and their creative minds. I'm not
making any money of this. Don't sue, please?
Author's notes: This is Yaoi! Male/male relationships, that is. Also contains
some graphic violence and sexual acts. Hints at non-con sex as well. This isn't
beta-ed. Oh yeah; Magus might seem a bit OOC. I was trying to portray his inner
despair over loosing Schala.
A Trial of Hearts
By Shaded Mazoku
Part 4: Alliance?
Lucca yawned. She was very tired, but she had finally finished the wedding gift. At least that was a relief. Currently, she was listening to Marle, who was talking about her plans for the wedding. Lucca found it pretty dull, but pretended to listen for the sake of their friendship. Still, she whished something would happen. She got her wish. Suddenly, Magus came striding into the room, a pink and white bundle in his arms. "Marle, come here!" Marle rose and walked over to Magus at once, Lucca following. There was a nasty wound on Magus' shoulder, but the man pushed Marle away as she tried to examine the wound closer, and pushed the bundle into her arms. He then turned and stalked over to the window, staring outside. Lucca ignored him, and set about unwinding the white cloak wrapped around the bundle. The material was ripped and stained, but it couldn't hide the fact that it had once been a quality cloak. She noticed that it once might have had a pink border. The cloth finally gave away, revealing a rather familiar face. Marle gave an undignified squeak and dropped the unconscious body.
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Magus smiled dryly as he watched the silly princess drop Flea to the floor with a squeak. Lucca was reacting rather differently, storming over to him and starting to yell. Magus ignored her, instead focusing at Flea, who was starting to move. He pushed Lucca out of the way, and strode over to Flea. The Mystic was starting to open his eyes, looking rather dazed. Magus smiled, a wicked smile that had been known to frighten Mystics before, and knocked Flea in the back of his head, rendering him unconscious again. "Are you out of your mind, Magus? How can you bring her here? She's a Mystic, damn it!" Lucca yelled. Magus noted with some amusement that Lucca referred to Flea as a female. Not that he could blame her. Flea had fooled him at first, too. The Mystic was too pretty for his own sake. "Flea attacked me," he said, wondering whether he should sort out the gender mistake. He decided not to. It might be amusing to see Flea's reaction when he woke. "She is supposed to be in 600 AD, not here. I want you to heal her so I can find out how she got here." Marle stared at him, disbelief clearly visible in her features. "Are you out of your mind? You want me to heal that? No way!" She stated, crossing her arms. Magus advanced on her, glaring. For once, the princess didn't give in. "No!" Magus sighed. Marle gave him a headache even when they weren't arguing. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Well," he said, shrugging, "I guess I'll just leave Flea here then. I have no room for a wounded Mystic. I'm sure she'll find someone to take care of her. She's an expert when it comes to charming males you know. Just don't leave her alone with Chrono. That might be hazardous." Marle paled visibly as he spoke, to the point of trembling. "If I heal her, will you take her with you?" she asked quickly. Magus shrugged again. "Perhaps, if she stops trying to kill her." Noticing the shocked look on Marle's face, he smiled and spoke again. "The point is, as long as she's healed, she will have no need for assistance. You know how most men can't resist to help a damsel in distress." The princess nodded sadly and kneeled by Flea's side. "I'll heal her," she said, and started concentrating. Magus grinned to himself. Human minds were so easily manipulated. Even Mystics were more of a challenge. "Not much more of a challenge," he thought, remembering how easily he had taken control over them, "but more challenging." Lucca's voice suddenly interrupted his musings. "That was plain sneaky, Magus. You know how much she fears loosing Chrono. You were there after he died. You saw how she reacted." Magus laughed, but his laugh was bitter. "At least she got him back, and now they're getting married. I've only cared for one person in the world, and I'll never get her back. Ever though about that?" He turned to glare at Lucca. She swallowed and took a step back. "Both of you have been given a chance to fix the past. She got her beloved Chrono back and you got to go back and rescue your mother. Ever considered that I would give anything for such a chance?" Lucca was staring at him now, but Magus took no notice. "The only thing I have left of my past is my magic, this pedant and that damned Mystic!" He pointed to Flea. "Sure, I lied to her, but I don't really care. All I want is to find a way to rescue my sister, and then I want to be left alone with her. I don't need you moralizing me, Marle's whining or any other human telling me what to do, and I definitely do not need Flea to try killing me!" Lucca, who was looking rather pale by now, blinked. "Then why do you want her healed?" she asked, adjusting her glasses. Magus closed his eyes and growled, angry with himself for showing so much emotion. "I want to know how she got here," he told the scientist. "She might be the key to time travel. Flea belongs in 600 AD, after all." Lucca was just about to answer when Marle suddenly screamed in pain.
- TBC
Author's note: I have been very busy with schoolwork lately, but I'll try to get next chapter up sooner. I started writing this the 6th of November, and it's currently 12th of February. And 02: 02 AM, too. Oh, well… …The next chapter will focus on Flea, not Magus. Sorry to any Magus fans, but I feel that Flea need some time in the spot light. Oh, and to those of you that like Marle, I know I made her a tad bit annoying in this, but she'll get better, I promise…
