A/N: Chapter 4! Wow. That's so cool... Anyway, there are two things I'd like to explain up here, and one request as well. 1, this has no guns or cannons in it, just because I wanted it as extreme AU as possible and not close to the normal pirate stories (PotC). And, 2, the pirate island is...well, psycho, and none of the places in this really exist (AU, remember?). So, if you keep wondering where Algon is, it's right next to Sanc, on the coast of the As-Of-Yet-Unnamed Ocean. =D And, my request is someone PLEASE tell me how to spell Hilde and Treize's last names correctly. I would REALLY appreciate it! (Khusheywhat? Schbeithehey? I can only spell "inappropriate" German phrases.)
Warnings: Profanity, some 1x2x1 & 3x4. Slight OOC (that makes sense in this AU), extreme AU, crazy pirate island, and nautical phraseology. (Officially, we have 34, and some...I guess it'd be 12x1? So confusing...)
Disclaimer: You know I only own the story. Hey, I have a mint I bought! I own that too! YAAAY!
Sea of Silence
Chapter 4
The Captive
"No," he stated simply, and put his shirt back on. In all honesty, Heero would rather tell a monkey than Quatre. There was some information just too valuable for the cheery blonde. "It's day." The other boy closed the door calmly, and latched it. Oh, shit. He was in for it now.
"I don't know about you, Heero, but I'd say it's bad manners for punching a man in the face," Quatre seethed. "It's about time you started talking, damn it! I'm sick of this. You disappear in the middle of the night, you refuse to trust anyone except myself and Trowa, and even us you keep on a short leash. And then, you go and get yourself sliced by a pirate! I don't know what your problem is, but it's about time you told me why. you. fainted." Heero stared at him blandly. "Now, Yuy!" He'd never known Quatre could be this scary.
"I was surprised," he said simply. Quatre frowned at him, and Heero continued. "I was having a discussion with Duo Maxwell, when he said...something, and in a moment of shock, I slipped into instinct, and punched him. Hard. In return, he tried to slice me. There was something else in the blow, though, than the blade. That impact knocked me unconscious. I did NOT faint." Quatre plopped down on the bed.
"So, what did he say that made you turn to impulse," Quatre asked, and to shock the world, Heero Yuy's cheeks turned a shade redder.
"He...he suggested he finds me attractive," Heero said quietly, too busy to notice his near-brother gaping at him.
"In other words, he said he thinks you're hot, and you panicked and hit him," Quatre translated, and received a bare nod. "What do you think of him?" Heero glared at the blonde, and after unlatching the door walked straight out onto deck and his normal area, only to spy an oncoming landmass on the horizon.
"That would be Death's Island," Trowa's voice said behind him a tad bit hesitantly. "Don't let the name fool you. It's actually lovely." Heero just kept staring out to sea and Trowa, seeing a great time to go visit the beautiful blonde, left and trotted down to his own room.
"Trowa! Just the person I wanted to see," Quatre said pleasantly. "How's Duo, by the way?"
"He's fine. His pride's a little wounded, but he's up at the wheel right...uh oh," Trowa said. He had no idea what the younger boy would do in Heero's presence, especially so close to the island. A wounded, bitter Duo was also unpredictable, and that was never a good thing.
"Trowa? Before you go running off to save them from each other, can I ask you a question or two," Quatre said, blushing softly. It reminded him of a rose in winter.
"I only have time for one, I'm sorry," Trowa said, silently cursing the other two for being so damn stubborn. "But, feel free to ask."
"What will happen to Heero and I when we reach the island? Are we going to be thrown in jail, or...what..." Quatre asked, his timid nature resurfacing at the end. Trowa smiled just a bit, loving his gentleness and...just loving him for being Quatre. He sat next to the blonde.
"Don't worry, Little One," he said, and gave him a gentle hug. "It'll just be me following you." Quatre leaned in to the hug, wrapping his arms around Trowa and leaning his head against the taller boy's chest. He was so light, and soft...Trowa would have much preferred to just sit and hold Quatre than save Duo from another fight, but duty called. "I'll be back as soon as they aren't killing each other." Quatre nodded, still holding him, and the movement against his chest was close to intoxicating.
After gently releasing himself from the angel, Trowa walked up on deck, only to stop in the doorframe.
"...I mean, I didn't want to...eh...aw, damn it, you could just LOOK at me, you bastard," Duo said, grumbling at the end. Trowa looked over to see Peter at the wheel, casting wary glances over at the two. In fact, the entire crew was. Duo sighed. "I didn't mean to...say anything. Sorry." Trowa almost choked. Duo Maxwell was apologizing? Duo never apologized. "Not that I'm your friend or anything! I'm still gonna kill you, you know!"
Trowa sighed. Yes, that was still Duo.
"I did not mean to hit you," Heero said calmly, still watching the approaching island with interest. "You...surprised me, is all." Duo nodded, and then began to blush a little.
"Uh, this is gonna sound weird, and I'm not hitting on you or anything, okay," Duo asked, and Heero looked at him warily. "I'm just wondering if...uhh...IcouldlookatyourbackrealfastIswearI'mnothittingonyou." Heero blinked at the onslaught's origin as Trowa shook his head. Oh yes, that was the Maxwell charm all right.
"No," Heero said flatly, and turned back towards the horizon, and the rapidly approaching Devil's Island.
"Oookaay...well, I asked politely," Duo said with a shrug. "Just know you'll be spending your trip on the island with me the whole time." Heero's gaze rested coolly on the violet-eyed boy, who grinned at him. "You're still a prisoner, remember?"
"Hn," Heero said, and continued to ignore the braided idiot, who was now prattling along about something or other. Just for curiosity's sake, he listened for three seconds.
"-but then Catherine came here, so Trowa ended up having to quit his job as a lion-" Most likely it would be interesting, but he was just too busy trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with himself.
And what was wrong with the braided boy before him.
There was something just confusing about him. First, there was the way Heero couldn't help but like him. Duo was one person he had every right to absolutely loathe, yet here he was, half-listening to the blabbering of the world's most feared pirate, and his captor. And then, there was that thing that had knocked him unconscious. It had been no knife blow, that was certain. But, that left only impossibilities for answers.
Heero shook his head minutely.
"You don't think so? Alright, then, Mr. I-won't-take-my-shirt- off-for-you, you tell ME how to correctly tie halyards," Duo said, smirking at the blank look on Heero's face. "I thought so. As I was saying..." Heero zoned out again.
He can't be human, Heero finally decided. He's impossibly silent when he wants to be, rattles my brain like no mortal could possibly do, and just looks too damn sexy for any normal seventeen-year-old. He frowned a bit. If Duo wasn't human, what was he? Heero, being the tactless wonder he is, decided to do something very stupid.
"How did you knock me unconscious," he stated, mid-ramble. For a moment, Duo's big, impossibly beautiful violet eyes blinked. "We both know it wasn't the knife." Duo just looked at him for a moment, hesitation obvious.
"We're almost to the island. You'll be staying with me, as I already told you," Duo said calmly.
"And why not Trowa," Heero asked. "Or Wufei, for that matter?" Duo began to walk away.
"Because they already know I can take you," he said over his shoulder. "By the time my leg's better, at least." Duo relieved Peter from the helm, and blocked the messy-haired boy from his mind.
Trowa, seeing they obviously weren't going to kill each other, returned to his room. Quatre sat staring out the small window at the broken waves.
"I know you're worried," the blonde said, smiling. "You don't have to be worried. We can all take care of ourselves." Trowa nodded.
"I know you can," he said simply, feeling a bit nervous all of a sudden. Quatre's bright, shining blue eyes looked up at him.
"I can feel all that, too," Quatre said, motioning to include the deck. "Heero's confused, Duo's close to panicking like whenever they're near each other." Quatre frowned. "Wufei...I have no idea what I'm picking up. It's like...fire?" Trowa blushed a bit. He knew what newlyweds were like on vacation. The blonde shrugged.
"You can feel other people's emotions," Trowa asked, and Quatre nodded, blushing again. "And you trust me with this." His cheeks reddened even more. "Why?"
"Because I can...read you too," he said a bit quietly, and the words 'Oh shit' kept repeating themselves in Trowa's mind. "No, you don't have to be worried! You already worry too much." Quatre was so close to him. Against Trowa's better judgment, he picked up the nearest wooden object (a simple wood shaving), and with a twist of his mind, there were three of them in his hand.
"I have the symbol gamma tattooed on my back," Trowa said quietly. "The New Three." He let the shavings drop. "Any simple organic, I can copy it, and form two others. No more, no less." To demonstrate, he pulled a string from the nearby blanket, and with another twist of his mind, there were three of them.
"Why don't you use it more often," Quatre said, but his answer was received when Trowa had to sit down, close to exhaustion.
"I was in the circus once," Trowa said. "I was a clown who did magic tricks. Made two more instantly appear, you know? I found out it doesn't work on money or metal the hard way." Quatre wrapped his arms around Trowa's neck, and smiled into his emerald eyes. Trowa pulled the smaller boy against him.
"I won't ever let anyone hurt you," he said calmly, and pressed his lips against Trowa's gently, eyes shut. "And, I have to say, you have the warmest, most beautiful emotions around me." Trowa blushed.
"I was actually going to talk to you about that," he said timidly, but Quatre just smiled at him. Trowa kissed him easily, feeling Quatre's lips twist into another smile.
"You don't need to," Quatre whispered, placing a kiss on Trowa's cheek. "I already know." His face lit on fire. "And, I-I love you too..."
Meanwhile, Duo Maxwell blatantly stared at Heero's back. God, the kid was by far the hottest thing he'd ever seen, and all he could do was stare and pray his leg got better before they got into another fight. It wouldn't be fair until he was healed, after all. Duo frowned. As soon as they got onto his island, that boy's shirt would be OFF!
Duo didn't notice as the crew began to back away from their captain, who was doing his evil Shinigami grin and staring at the prisoner like a target. They all knew from experience, that was never a good thing.
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A/N: Yes, I know, still short, and not nearly enough kissing. And I mean, come on, it's timid little Trowa we're talking about. But you got a part of the tattoo secret! Not all of it, certainly, but a bit... And trust me, the island (which I was originally going to name something rather inappropriate) is going to be full of all sorts of goodness. And then, we move on to the Uber-Plot (dum dum dum! ). Scary.
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