Chapter 4- Tea Time

Yzak Jule had never been the type to do a lot of talk and little damage. It was always the other way around. All his life, he'd wanted to destroy things, and not always the good kind of destroy, either. He liked destruction and chaos; he wasn't about to deny that. But, with much contrast, he also liked civil order in things. Yes, Yzak was a very odd character.

Only days earlier, he'd finally slayed that acursed dragon that had burned the town and scared away the peasants that paid the tax money. That tax money (or most of it, anyway) went to he and he alone. Maybe some went to Dearka, and a good chunk went to the king,but for the most part, he got the biggest sum. Everyone in the town came back though, after the dragon was dead. It was widely known even before then that Yzak could kill a person before they knew they were dead (with minor exateration,) but slaying a dragon wasn't exactly something just anybody could do. After that, the king simply could not refuse him anything he wanted.

Dearka, on the other hand, was always just a tag-along to him. Sure, he knew a few magic tricks, but could he wave a sword to blend with the air? No. Did he have the charming grace that Yzak did? Probably not. Could he possibly be any more useless to Yzak? More or less.

Dearka cleared his throat in Yzaks bed chamber after sipping some green mint tea. "Um, you said you wanted to discuss something?"

Yzak looked lazily back over at Dearka. The blond really looked quite frustrated, his handsome features creased in anger. Yes, that was what he wanted to know. Dearka had found out several things that he had yet to know. "I was wondering why you look so... mad."

"That new fellow. He's really bad news, I think. He could even be planning on messing up our plans to-"

Yzak shushed him quickly. "Not outloud in this place, you fool. The walls have ears."

"Uh, right," he looked down. "Anyway, he seems arrogant, I think. Like he knows something very important that we don't. And he's already got on to the princess' good side. And he-"

"Dearka?"

"What?"

"Shut up."

And Dearka did.

Yzak sighed, and went back to thinking privately. Dearka was making this more confusing than it needed to be. Sum up the facts: His hair is blue; he looks around the prince's age; he scared the life from Dearka by doing something; and he was found with Nicol Amarfi. The new information was that he was found with the princess. Okay; anything else?

"Dearka?" Yzak sat up straight and sipped at his tea. Dearka simply looked up in acknowledgement. "How did you know who we were looking for was hiding with a peasant?"

"Well, I knew there was something strange going on, so I cast a spell on the area. I could see strange blue sparks wherever something important had happened, and the color would get lighter when I got closer to the source. It eventually led me to him. Yzak, if you don't mind me telling this aloud, he has a very strange aura- almost like he's here, but not here."

"Hmm..." Odd aura? The silver-haired man hated magic. "You're hiding something, aren't you?"

Dearka's head jerked up and he blinked in confusion. "Why ever would you say that?"

"Simple. You just haven't told me everything you know. I don't need a reason why- it is a matter of fact."

"I don't know what you mean."

Yzak sighed. When would he learn? "We've been through this before, my minor little sidekick. Are you sure you want to disobey me again?"

"I'm not!" He sounded defiant enough.

Yzak stood and sauntered over to the blonde. He placed his thumb on Dearka's chin, and his index finger under it, stroking the other boy's roughly fuzzy skin. Before Dearka had time to blush, a sword was to his neck, and not pressing lightly either. A light trickle of blood slid slowly down.

Neither moved for a long time. The sword wasn't removed, but he didn't press it further. Dearka had planned on making the sword diappear, then how strong would he be? It could cause problems between them, but...

Without thinking, he did so, leaving Yzak to gape in slight shock at empty hands. Dearka took this chance to run. Yes, he did know something else, but that confounded new guy had made a threat, not to mention humiliated him in front of the princess- or prince, or whoever- and he wasn't about to get mixed up with anything that the strange guy could or couldn't do.

Yzak growled, low and almost like a purr with a rough edge. He grabbed Dearka's shirt collar before he could take three steps. They both whirled around, gracefully, and fell onto Yzak's bed. For a moment, neither moved, though Dearka blinked. Yzak was the one on the bottom. He looked so pretty... His face had a femanine look about it, despite his hardcore demeanor. "Yzak, I'm sorry..." He said, blushing slightly. "But I can't tell you yet." A small drop of blood slid from Dearka's neck and onto Yzak's lower lip. He slowly closed his eyes and sucked on it absentmindedly. A light "Mmm..." escaped him, making Dearka's eyes widen considerably larger. "Don't do that..." He said quietly.

Yzak resisted a grin. "Why?" Heasked seductively.

"Because it... just don't." The blond's voice firmed.

Cautiously, Yzak wrapped his arms around the darker boy and pulled him closer. Dearka sighed as Yzak leaned up and playfully nibbled at his ear, whispering, "But I know you like it..."

They both shivered, though Dearka's was more of a shake. "All right..." Dearka mumbled.

"What was that?" Yzak said, putting his calloused hands on Dearka's face.

"I said, all right. I'll tell you. Our object's name is Athrun, and the princess has a dark secret. She's really the prince. They've just switched places. And I also think that Athrun is having an affair with the 'princess'." They were both silent as Yzak processed the new information into his master plan.

Eventually, he pushed Dearka off and walked back over to a mirror to fix his hair. "I demand you give me my sword back, or I'll kill you."

Dearka grinned. "You have to beg for it." Yzak turned and gave him a flat look with an outline of pure darkness. "Hey, I thought it was worth a try." The sword appeared in Yzak's hand. He continued to place each hair back to its rightful place.

"I'm glad that you see things my way, Dearka. That's why we work together. Remember that."

"Anything you say."

Inside, Yzak was laughing. He was laughing so hard, little tears were forming in the corners of his eyes. He didn't mean to take advantage of Dearka, but if it meant getting what he wanted, he'd let the unsuspecting fellow think whatever it was he thought (which was that he had some sort of control over Yzak. He didn't, but he needn't know that.)

Smiling broadly and satisfied that his hair was agian in its perfect form, Yzak exited the room, motioning for Dearka to follow. "Now, tell me the last thing you forgot to say."

"W-what? I don't know anything else. Believe me, you got everything I knew out just now..."

"No, I won't believe you. I mean the part about you being afraid of this 'Athrun'."

All Dearka could do now was follow in silence. He was right, andDearka knew he was right. "We're going to greet our guest the proper way, my friend," Yzak said, shining his sword absently with his silken jacket."The same way we greet all of our guests..."


a/n-- yes, it's short, I know... Sorry. But itwas someDearka/Yzak fluff for the many fans that said they wanted it. For anybody who still reads this, I may or may not update. Depends on whether I feel like putting an Yzak/Athrun, Kira/Dearka scene in or not. Yes, poor Nicol is still in the dungeon. I haven't figured out a way to get him out yet... -/-/-SHAKU-/-/-