Disclaimers: Gundam Wing is not
mine. Charmed is owned by Spelling Production Group (uh...I think, but one of
its producers is Aaron Spelling, so there) , Warner Brothers, and all associated
parties. Magic and Mayhem is not mine. No copyright infringement intended. I am
not making money out of this. Original part of the fiction is the property and
is copyrighted to the author.
Category: shounen ai/yaoi implications, AU, angst, action, dark themes
Rating: R overall
Pairings: 1x2x1, 3+4, 5xD(whoa don't hate me for this!), 6x13, 11+13,
various
Warnings: language, sap, violence, death
Finished: November 26, 2000
Author's Notes: This is a GW/Charmed fusion. I got majority of the storyline
from Charmed, the characters from GW, a little Magic and Mayhem, and the Island
of Fire bit from history. Wufei ain't Prue, Heero ain't Piper, and Trowa ain't
Phoebe, although they're kinda alike in some ways, huh?
Dedication: Thanks to my imouto Ryu, Elizabeth, Kristie, Sai-kun, and Ayako for
their C&Cs and support.
/blah/ denotes thought, and telepathic conversation
*blah* denotes emphasis
~blah~ denotes dream sequence
Title: The Bewitched Chronicles,
Entry #6: The Witch and the Warlock
Author: AJ Maxwell ( webmaster@weluvduo.zzn.com
)
The first thing that Heero heard was the chirping of birds, and then he felt the gentle touch of the breeze ruffle his hair even more. Next he felt the excruciating pain in his head, as if giant tweezers were squeezing it from the inside. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt so heavy, and maybe he didn't really want to wake up after all.
/Maybe I'll sleep a little more while.../
He was slowly falling into light slumber when he felt tender hands on him, and then that voice...
"Uhm, excuse me? Are you alright? I was just walking by and I found you lying there and I thought you might need help there's no one here what happened to you? It must have been terrible you don't look very well..."
Heero Halliwell knew then the sound of angels singing. It was pure heaven. He also found out one thing: the voice wouldn't stop. A small smirk was finding its way on his lips. Mindless of his pain, he slowly opened his eyes.
His vision was a little blurry at first, but when he blinked a few times to see better...there.
The vision smiled in relief. "Hello. Are you alright? Can you stand up?"
Large amethystine eyes, upturned nose and heart-shaped face. So this was his angel, with a gorgeous mass of chestnut brown hair.
Unwittingly, Heero smiled at the sight.
The vision blinked, then laughed huskily.
Heero laughed as well, Prussian blue eyes still pinned on the girl-- /Girl?!/ he thought. He listened more carefully at the voice, and then his eyes roamed downwards, noting the flat chest. He sighed in relief. /It's really him, after all./
"You must be well enough to be so happy," the boy mused. "Here," offering his hand, "I'll help you up."
He tried to get up, holding the other boy's hand for support, but his headache got the better of him. With an unnoticeable wince, he lay back down. "I can't."
"Of course you can," the boy chided, violet eyes glinting with worry. "I'll help you."
The two tried to get up from the rubble, but it was then that Heero passed out from the pain.
He didn't know what to do. The boy just passed out, and he had no clue how to help. No one frequented the area after the massacre, and the roads were closed...
"Damn," he cursed, and then winced right after. It was a habit of his when he uttered something that he knew Father Maxwell disapproved of. "How can I just abandon him here?" he said. Looking closely, the boy seemed familiar, sort of...
/He was smiling earlier...his eyes--I think I've seen him before. At the church during service? Or...wait--/
The vision was imprinted in his mind, in his consciousness. Messy dark brown hair that fell over blue eyes...breathtaking Prussian blue. He wasn't aware that he wasn't breathing anymore; too lost in the recollection of a past long buried...
His eyelids drooped shut, millimeter by millimeter. Curiously, sleep was overcoming him, and as his vision was fully encased in black, his form fell forward, landing on top of Heero.
The star-cross'd lovers.
~~~~~~~~~~
Dominique Halliwell looked around her amid the contorted shadows of the park's gloom. Her chestnut braid swung behind her as she ran frantically, if still soundlessly, to the rendezvous point.
She had to see Hale for the last time.
She knew that if her sisters and cousin found out about her affair with the warlock that they were supposed to vanquish the following night, she will most probably be shunned from the clan for not choosing steadfastly between her love and the safety of mankind. Sprung from the line of Piper Halliwell, she was the youngest of the witches, and her older cousins saw her as irresponsible and impulsive. They said that she might bring their end--they might even be right, but at that moment all she knew was that she needed to see her love one last time, and make the sacrifice that would be equal to damning her own soul to hell--maybe even worse.
"Nicki?" A warm, tight embrace. It felt like coming home to her, and all her worries and fears lifted as she basked in the love that emanated from Hale's being. He might have the dark power within him, but she knew in her heart that there was love for her in those Prussian depths.
"Hale, I'm sorry I got a little late," she whispered. "They--they were watching me...I--"
"Sshh," he hushed her as his roughened fingers sifted through the silky tip of her braid. "It's alright. You're here already."
Dominique tightened her arms around Hale's neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. Their lips met, both dry in the night's chill, but it was just like their first kiss, and all of their other kisses.
Lights. Explosions. Stars.
She moaned as their tongues touched, tendrils of fire that caressed their very spirits, joined once again in that starless, moonless night. She tiptoed, the leather of her boots wrinkling, and Hale's hands went from cupping the back of her sweet head down to her firm, round rear to hold her closer. His lips trailed her jaw, whispering into her ear, "I love you so much I can die here right now."
She swallowed, her violet eyes searching for his blue ones. "Don't say that. Please don't say that."
Hale shook his head. "I know what you've all been planning, Nicki, and I know that vanquishing us is inevitable. It's what you're born here for, and I completely understand that." He kissed her once again, his mouth worshipping her heart-shaped face that was beyond beautiful. "I can't ask for a better way to be redeemed than to die by your hands, Nicki."
She was about to protest, but he held his index finger against her lips. "I have done things that I wouldn't want for you to know, and I wouldn't want you to witness those kind of things in the future years of your life. I regret having done them, because I know for sure that even in the future, I might not even be granted the joy of one glimpse of you. That would be worse than hell, Nicki, to not see you and be with you, and--"
"Hale, please," she pleaded. A tear slid down her cheek, and Hale wiped it away gently, bringing it to his lips. "We both know that it has to be done, and we're both hurting because of it." She ran her fingers through his unruly hair once more, this time with more desperation, but still hoping against hope that it would not be the last time. "Hale, I love you so much and I will do everything that I can just so you can be released from what you have done. I will do everything, Hale. I will--"
"What are you talking about--everything?" He was confused, and very frightened. He didn't want Dominique to interfere with what the Fates wanted. "Nicki, just let things go on its course. I am destined to be killed by you--we both know that!"
"No!" she shook her head, determination clearly etched in her voice and in her eyes. "I have found a way, Hale," she reassured both him and herself. She knew that she would pay a high price for what she wanted--for what they both *needed* with all their souls, but she was willing to do it. "We will see each other again. I've seen to that."
A creeping sensation haunted Hale as realization slowly dawned on him. "No," he gasped, his hold on Dominique loosening. He shook his head in disbelief as he cried out hoarsely, "You didn't sell your soul to the devil, did you?!"
Dominique shook her head, and Hale was almost relieved. Hesitantly, he asked. He just needed to know. "What did you do?"
~~~~~~~~~~
Violet eyes opened simultaneously as Prussian ones. Realizing where he was and on whom he was lying on, the longhaired boy quickly got up. He noticed that the other boy was in pain, and asked, "Are you alright?"
The shorthaired stranger shook his head as he gasped a breathless "Hai", still wincing from the pain.
He snorted. "What's hurting?"
When the other boy's hands went to his head, trying to squeeze and overwhelm the pain, he quickly held back those hands and said soothingly, "Don't worry. I'll take care of it, okay?"
He held the stranger in his arms, trying to comfort, when suddenly an awareness so foreign and yet so familiar seized him. A calm breeze wafted over them and he closed his eyes. Soft and loving hands moved over the other boy's head, then a great feeling surfaced from his whole being, touching and suffusing the very soul of the one he was holding.
The feeling was not truly unfamiliar. He had felt it before, but he wasn't too sure of what it exactly was.
It was a kind of love. That's all he knew.
Heero grasped frantically at the fleeing tendrils of the dream with his subconscious. He just needed to know...*needed* to know! He nearly cried out as he was suddenly awake, and he could not bear the pounding in his head any longer. The boy asked if he was alright, and he shook his head automatically, willing for the pain to just go away. He grimaced some more as he heard the mild irritation in the other's voice; he never wished to annoy the boy in any way.
"Don't worry. I'll take care of it, okay?"
He felt himself being held in strong and comforting arms. Heero had never felt so serene and so contented in his whole life. Then he felt the other's hands around his aching head, and it was in that instant that he was filled with a feeling so raw, so rare, so beautiful, so alien and familiar at the same time.
A name from long ago tried to make its way to his lips, but it did not remind him of quite the same kind of feeling that he was feeling right then.
He opened his eyes after a while, and there was something that he noticed.
The pain was gone.
The moment passed for him, and as he mourned for the wonderful feeling that was slowly leaving him--but not leaving him altogether--he felt the boy in his arms stir.
He opened his eyes, and found curious, yet burning Prussian eyes staring intently into his own.
"What happened?" was all he said.
There was a full minute of silence, with just the two of them frozen in their position, eyes looking into each other's eyes. Finally, the shorthaired boy asked, "Who are you?"
He blinked. The question was perfectly normal and he knew the answer to it, but for a moment he wasn't sure of what to say. It was as if the stranger was asking him something else.
Clearing his throat, he answered the question. "Duo. I'm Duo Maxwell."
"Duo. I'm Duo Maxwell."
For some reason, that made Heero Halliwell smile. Perhaps it was because he finally knew the name of the boy that starred in his dreams every sleeping moment and every waking hour.
"I'm Heero," he said, still staring into those violet eyes.
The boy nodded slowly, and smiled cheekily. "Do you feel better?"
"Hai."
"Good. I mean, that's great."
Heero nodded. There was a nagging part of him that screamed for him to remember something important, something that had happened a while back and he must remember, or he will be in danger.
/He's so.../
He didn't finish the thought. All he saw were those lovely amethyst eyes, and that smiling mouth, and then he was kissing him.
Heero was kissing Duo. It was one of his firsts, and hopefully one of Duo's as well.
Dreamlike, he closed his eyes and succumbed to the longing to make his dreams be real. Right then, his dreams had come true, and he had never felt so complete.
It was real, and it was magical.
/...perfect./
Wide-eyed, Duo stared at Heero, shocked. He couldn't move his limbs to get away, and then Heero wrapped his arms around him.
/What--what the...? What the--?/
He felt Heero's tongue trying to get into his mouth, gently coaxing him to open up, but he wouldn't have it! This had gone too far...
Duo was screaming inside. /This wasn't supposed to happen!/ Finally, he gathered all the strength that he could manage in that moment, and pushed Heero away from him.
There was confusion in Heero's blue eyes, and a tinge of hurt. "Duo?"
He quickly stood up and turned to walk away; his eyes glinted the barest shade of red.
"Duo."
He turned again, throwing Heero a look. This time, his violet eyes were apologetic. "Not this time, Heero," he whispered.
Then he walked away without a backward glance.
(end part 6)
