Sutoomu: This Is The Eleventh Chappie! WOOT/funky dun, dun, dun music plays in background/
Duo: Cool, how do you do that?
Sutoomu: Author's powers, mwuhahahah!
Quatre: See, guys? She's hopeless now /looks sadly at Storm/ She's been corrupted by Duo!
Duo and Sutoomu: I'm not corrupted!
Wufei: Riiiiight...
Sutoomu: Anyways. In other news /a news reporter mike appears in her hand/ I don't have a muse yet, and I don't have many reviewers to review back so please REVIEW, and I can't find Hawk...
Duo: She's lost right now.
Sutoomu: So I don't have my beta here now. /sniffles/ But we have Link! Wave and take a bow.
Link: Greetings, earthlings.
Trowa/blinks O\\\ Looks at Duo/ Have you been letting him watch those alien movies again?
Duo/makes a scrunched up face and sticks his teeth over his lip like fangs/ I have come to suck your blood!
Heero: No more dracula.
Duo: Aaaw, Hee-ro!
Sutoomu: Okay, that was all completely random. I think I'm rubbing off on them...
Link: You rub off on people/makes wide scared eyes and backs away/
Sutoomu: D'oh/smacks head/ Anyways, read on and see what happens to the GW boys in Hyrule now in the eleventh chappie.
Heero sat atop a large gray horse, looking out upon the expansive waters of Laky Hylia. Somehow, hearing it from Link sounded much easier than attempting to do it himself. He heeled the gray's flanks and trotted across the two bridges which led out to the island in the middle. Dismounting, he warily looked over the edge into the clear waters. He couldn't believe they expected him to just jump in a lake with iron heavy boots on and sink to the bottom. Heero wasn't afraid of water at all, no, and he let no weakness show in front of any of them, but now, as he looked into what he was certain was his death, he began to feel deeply afraid. He had destroyed homes, killed poeple, blown things up, but he hadn't drowned yet...he knew that, in order for him to complete this mission, he would have to go into complete Perfect Soldier mode. He steeled himself for the cold feeling he had had in the war, before he had found Duo and friends and life, and slipped the boots on, stepping in about three inches deep. He couldn't help but take a deep breath as he stepped out and dropped into the chilly water.
The water enveloped Heero, cooling his warm skin and blurring his vision for a moment. The suit seemed to work as his vision cleared to perfection and the fact that his nerves weren't going numb from the chilliness of the water. He realized he was still holding his breath as he hit bottom and closed his eyes for a moment. He opened his mouth and breathed in. Water flowed over his inner lips and he paniced for a moment until he realized that was as far as it went. He truly could breathe, and it was pure clear oxygen! Heero mentally praised the creator of the Zora's tunic and wondered if this was what it felt like to be a fish. He automatically replied no as he took a step forward in the boots he had borrowed from Link. Fish didn't feel this heavy!
Heero took heavy step after heavy step and entered the Water Temple, passing underneath the raised spikes of the iron gate. It opened into a small hallway that ended after about ten feet. Heero frowned, then looked around, consulting his mental map. Right! Above him he saw light and the surface of the water. Slipping the iron boots off, he began to float upwards, swimming a bit to help it along. It was amazing how the boots only worked right if you were wearing them. He broke the surface, not bothering to take a deep breath since he didn't need it, and climbed onto a floating platform. He looked down at his feet and frowned, making a mental note to take off his socks next time. Apparently, iron boots were not entirely waterproof.
Heero looked up and observed his surroundings, trying to find the door he was supposed to take. He once again consulted his mental map, letting it lead him as he walked to a hallway and through it, then to an empty piece of wall that seemed lighter than the others. He smirked in victory and pulled a small, rond item from his bag. Setting it down beside the wall and lighting the fuse. It's a wonder how they weren't soaked. They could make pouches waterproof, but they couldn't seem to make boots waterproof. It sparked to life and Heero dove as far away as he could go, covering his head as the bomb Link had gave him exploded, shattering the wall. Heero looked up to see a long hallway with light shining through the clearing dust. He stood up and strode purposefully down it, then stopped as he saw something.
Just ahead of Heero was a larger room, with a circular podium in the center. An item sat upon the pedestal on the podium, and blue light was shining down upon it. The Weapon! Heero was curious as to what kind of tool he would have to use for the next while. He stepped into the room, staring at the Weapon, which appeared to be a bow of some kind, when he noticed a shadow from the ceiling. He ducked and rolled, bringing out his gun as twenty or so wierd creatures came falling right where he had been a second earlier. Half of them looked like some sort of large clam with spikes on the back, and the other half looked like some sort of round ball of dirt, which suddenly turned iron and sprouted spikes all around. Heero labeled them as the enemy and fired at a clam. It bounced off it's shell and into the wall, and the clam creature opened its mouth, revealing its pink inside, then suddenly shut and turned, striking at him with the spikes on its back. Heero dodged and waited for another one to open its mouth, then shot a bullet straight into the tender pinkness. The clam creature he had shot fell apart and vanished from existence, and Heero quickly took out the other nine in quick succession. Heero smirked. Every enemy had a weakness.
The other type of enemy moved slower than the clams, gradually coming close enough to Heero and turning iron, then turning back to the color of dirt when he backed away far enough. Heero, being very intelligent, quickly decided to experiment with these creatures weak spot, and he shot one while it was dirt colored. It blew apart and vanished as the clams had, and Heero smirked, shooting off nine more shots. He really hated to waste his bullets like this since it was unlikely he could get replacements, but it was highly unlikely that he could attack these creatures with a knife as he thought of their defensive system.
With the immediate enemy taken care of, Heero turned his attention to the Weapon. He spent no time gawking at it as Duo or Quatre might have done, simply walking up to it and lifting it out of the light. The moment the Weapon touched his hand, the pressure on his chest and mind lifted, freeing his senses and letting him realize how much he had had to focus to function as well as he normally did. He relaxed a small bit, to keep from giving himself a headache, and observed the Weapon.
It was indeed a bow, but not a normal one. This Weapon was a cross-bow, and information on how to use it flooded into his mind. Cross-Bow of Water, created for him, Heero Yuy. Using the Water Sage power, he could magically adjust its size for optional range and distance or change it to a true bow, as well as use options other than a normal arrow with it. The quiver would re-supply him of an arrow a minute after he shot it, and it had a sight just like on his gun attached. The cross-bow was obviously made just for him, the trigger happy Wing pilot. Heero knocked an arrow in the string and drew it back, then aimed and let an arrow fly at the wall. He tested his other options for a moment, adjusting it from the size of a gun to the size of a briefcase, then changing it to a bow as tall as he was. He could change his arrowheads to spiked or double edged, and load at least five at a time if it was in crossbow mode. Heero smiled openly since he was alone, enjoying how perfect this weapon was. And it was his. He then shook himself out of his admiration at the perfect aim and perfect balance of the Weapon and swung the quiver onto his back, the cross-bow following it.
Heero retraced his steps, glad he wasn't encountering anymore annoying creatures and found the exit. He slipped his boots on just as a shadow loomed over him. With the ironboots on, Heero knew he couldn't dodge, so he whipped out the cross-bow and drew the string on the pre-knocked arrow, letting fly. The arrow passed right through the center of a large spider...no, only four legs...and the creature fell apart, vanishing. Heero saw others gliding on the water towards him-water striders, that was it-and jumped into the water, sinking down until he hit the bottom. He was glad to see the giant water striders couldn't go underwater as he walked out of the Water Temple gate, removing his boots and floating to the surface. He checked his cross-bow and quiver, glad that the Goddesses had seen fit to make them impervious to water, and then slipped his own sneakers back on. Zelda had announced that she was going to buy them all some 'proper clothes' when they returned, but they had had to endure the stares of townspeople as they rode since the need to retreive the Weapons was so great they couldn't go shopping. Not that Heero minded.
He heeled his gray horse hard in the flanks and trotted back over the bridges, then began an easy gallop back towards Hyrule, curious about what Weapons his friends had gotten. If they were anything like his was with him, then they would have no problem saving Hyrule with Link.
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Two violet eyes stared into down into the deep endless blackness over the edge, unblinking. Duo flicked another rock from his handful into it and strained to hear the sound of it hitting bottom. Silence, except for his slightly labored breathing. He shifted nervously and sighed, bringing his arms out from under his chin to his sides to help himsels stand. He got to his feet and began to tilt shakily from the dizziness of changing from lying down to standing up so quickly. Normally it wouldn't have happened, but having less breath than normal did things to a body. He whipped his arm out to give him balance and succeeded in doing the opposite as he fell over hard on his rear. He glared at the boots with golden wings on his feet and stuck out his tongue at them. They may be incredibly fun, but they had no traction at all!
Duo stood once more, a bit more carefully this time, and set his hands on his hips, staring at the platform about five feet in front of him. It looked like a tongue, and the door it led to looked like the entrance to the throat. Not exactly a nice, welcoming look. Then again, it was called the Shadow Temple, so he didn't expect it to be all cheerful and flowery and pink. Duo shuddered as those three words made him think of Relena and refocused on the task at hand.
Duo pulled the hover boots on tight, then grinned maniacly. His eyes became cold and hard, his grin dark, as he ran out onto the thin air. After all, nothing could kill Shinigami. Nothing could kill the God of Death. He hovered easily, then the magic of the boots ran out, and he dropped. Duo grunted as he managed to grab onto the edge of the...tongue, dangling precariously over the infinitely endless nothingness beneath him. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply as the brush with death tilted back towards life, then heaved himself up and flipped onto the solid ground. Without waiting a moment, he rolled to his feet and entered the corridor. As long as he kept moving and didn't think...as long as he was Shinigami, he would be fine.
Duo suddenly stopped-or, rather, slid to a stop thanks to the boots-as the corridor ended. He blinked at the wall for a second, Shinigami retreating somewhat as this baffling thing happened, then looked around for any other paths. There were none, and this seemed to be a dead end. Seemed...something Link had said flitted in his memory.
"In the Shadow Temple, nothing is as it seems. The floors may not be real, the walls may not be real, and your enemies may be invisible. In order to see what is real, you must look through the Lens of Truth."
Duo pulled out the small one eye gadget Link had let him borrow. It looked like a magnifying glass with a headband attached. The lens was made of shades of violet, and sported an eye that looked very much like the symbol on Shiek's clothes. Duo shrugged and slipped it on, adjusting the lens over his right eye. He gaped, his mouth opening as two views appeared before him. The unadorned eye saw the wall with the ugly face on it, and the eye looking through the lens saw...a door? Duo reached a hand out slowly and grinned as it passed right through the wall. This was the second time that happened to him, his hand passing right through something...at least this time it wasn't wet or pulling him. Duo stepped through the wall, enjoying the feeling immensely. It was like walking through a thick, cold fog. Duo always liked gloomy weather, since he could see the bright side of it. Others just got angry because the rain or snow had ruined their plans or something.
Duo stepped through the door and once again halted, sliding a bit. He was in an immense cavern, the ceiling residing far above his head. The two views, eye and lens, once again saw two entirely different things. The eye view saw a long drop into nothingness between him and the door ont he far end of the cavern, with no way of getting across, and WAY too far for the hover boots to help one damn bit. His lens view, of course, saw something much different. It saw many platforms, hovering on air as though it was ground, with an easily jumped distance between them each. But the question was, could he trust the Lens of Truth? What if it was actually an illusion, and he would end up falling to his death or whatever happened to a person down there, never to see his friends again. Never to play pranks on Wufei again, never to flick Trowa's hair when he slept on the couch again, never to help Quatre cook and destroy the kitchen again, never to be held or kissed by Heero again...
"Stop!" Duo's mouth moved, but it was not him who had spoken. His voice was lower, and darker. It was Shinigami. Shinigami cared naught about any of Duo's friends or about Heero. Shinigami was the God of Death, and Shinigami had a task to do, which Duo could not get in the way of. When this type of situation arose, Shinigami completely took over, without Duo's consent. Duo both loved and hated Shinigami.
Shinigami boldly stepped forward and hovered the few feet to the first platform. Without waiting, he moved onto the next, and the next, constantly hovering over the small ammounts of empty air, his feet firmly resting on solid ground every time he stepped on a platform. In a short moment, Shinigami was at the far door, and he opened it silently, death in his eyes for any enemies lurking inside. The room he entered was empty. It was merely a plain room of metal and stone, with a circular raised platform in the center. One the platform, light shining down on it, was a weapon loved by both Duo and Shinigami. A scythe. Shinigami tilted the lens of truth out of his eye's view in order to get a non-violet, two eyed look at the brilliant weapon. Shinigami approached it and reverently picked it up, running a hand admiringly down the haft. It was of a deep black wood, obviously crafted and created specifically for Duo/Shinigami's hands. His fingers fit into the notched handhold perfectly, and the length was perfect. The blade was of a shining silver metal, strong and sharp. It shone in the light, and designs or runes of some kind were inscribed upon it. Shinigami noticed that Duo's breathing ailment, which had been quite burdensome and annoying, had lifted when he touched the scythe. Shinigami expertly twirled it and slashed in a graceful practice swing, then scowled as one of Duo's odd thoughts managed to make itself heard.
'Human Deathsycthe...'
Shinigami promptly slid the sheath onto his back and slid the scythe into its holder, then proceeded to exit the room. The first part of his goal had been attained. Now he just had to get back out alive. While Shinigami could never die, Duo Maxwell could, and without Duo Maxwell, Shinigami couldn't physically exist. So he grudgingly took care of the lunatic boy. Shinigami left the room and hovered back across the platforms easily. He made it back over from the tongue to the entrance area without falling and playing with Duo's death. Duo had nearly died the first time because he had not fully surrendered to Shinigami's abilities. If he hadn't used Shinigami at all, he would have been dead already. Shinigami couldn't let that happen, of course. He began to head for the final exit when he was suddenly jerked back.
Shinigami whirled and growled as he saw a hand had grabbed Duo's braid-curse that baka for having insanely long hair-then his eyes narrowed as he followed the hand down its arm to the floor, where it dissapeared. The hand was long and thin and grossly pale white with pink splotches over it. Shinigami whipped deathscythe out and promptly sliced the hand from the remaining arm at the elbow joint, relieving the pull on his braid. He frowned at the white ooze, which looked like pus, that seeped from the cut, stepping back from the stench. Shinigami gasped as a hand suddenly clasped around his throat from behind, cutting off Duo's air supply. Duo's reflexes clawed and pulled at the long white fingers automatically as Shinigami immediately began thinking. His thinking was temporarily halted as something suddenly emerged from the ground in front of him.
It was a creature unlike anything they had ever seen. It had no legs, seeming to slide along like a snail, leaving behind the putrid ooze as it did. It thinned into a neck, with two pudgy, stumpy arms, and a bony head with a thick row of flat yet sharp teeth and sunken black eyes. The head rose some feet above Duo's own head, and it was the same sickly white, pink splotched color as the hands. Shinigami mentally noted that there were six hands poking up out of the dirt now, each waving and grasping for him even as he was being strangled by one hand and approached by the creature. Shinigami also noted that Duo was beginning to turn a light shade of purple, so he re-took control of Duo's reflexes, helping the boy twist and slam his foot into the elbow joint of the arm. There was quite a few large cracks and pops and the hand went limp, letting Duo fall to the ground just as the creatures jaws descended and snapped shut just above his head. Shinigami twisted, not truly letting Duo get any more than a short breath in before he was spurred into action again. He rolled, grabbing deathscythe up from where it had fallen, and slashed a fatal cut at the creature. Shinigami growled as the creature began to slide towards him again. The blade had definitely passed through the creature, but that was just it. It had simply passed through, as though the creature was a ghost.
Some memory from Duo suddenly nudged at Shinigami. Shinigami narrowed his eyes as he slashed three times more at the creature while avoiding the hands and backing up. He did NOT want to let Duo help him, because that simple help could let Duo take back control of his body, and Shinigami didn't want to sacrifice his physical time now. But, seeing as how the creature was completely unharmed from his attacks so far, and Duo seemed extremely eager that he knew how to deal with it, he reluctantly relented, retreating somewhat to let Duo back into the front lines.
Duo immediately grinned maniacly, the glint of death still in his eyes from Shinigami's presence, and pulled the lens of truth back down over his right eye. Immediately, the lens view showed the true creature. It was simply some sort of glob of brain or something in the head area. Nothing else of it existed, it was all un-real. Duo stopped backing away and stood his ground, waiting for the creature to lower its jaws. When it got close enough, it did, and Duo, with Shinigami laughing evilly in the background, dodged the initial snap, then swung around and sliced through the creature's head. The scythe's blade entered in the jaw and exited through the back of the skull, an upward angle, seperating the two parts. Duo jumped out of the way as the creature crashed to the floor, its illusion wavering and white ooze flowing. The hands seemed to shriek and vanished underground, writhing and trembling as they did so. Duo plugged his nose at the intense smell of the ooze.
"Whoo, this guy's a stinker!" Duo commented. Shinigami moaned and retreated fully. Duo knew he had but to make one of his comments to get rid of Shinigami completely. Duo now took his time to quickly admire deathscythe, then sheathed it and walked out of the Shadow Temple, his braid bouncing happily behind him as he gayly thought of the tale he had to tell his friends and Heero.
Sutoomu: First of all, please, oh please, oh pleasy please please REVIEW! And tell me if you think I should redo Heero's part...I'm not sure if it's good enough. Trowa and Quat and Wufei should be in the next chappie, I'm still writing their parts. And don't say Heero's OOC because he's thinking, and no one REALLY knows how he thinks. He's still acting like Heero on the outside anyways.
Duo: Shinigami is mean sometimes. /pouts/ but I got a cool deathscythe! WOOT/runs around waving scthe/
Wufei: You shouldn't run with sharp objects, Maxwell. You could hurt yourself.
Duo: Like you're one to talk. You chase after me with your sword all the time. /pouts/
Wufei/blinks/ That's not the point. And it's only because you're too dumb to realize pranks are immature!
Sutoomu: Don't argue yet, I have important news!
Quatre: What?
Sutoomu: I HAVE NOW OFFICIALLY SEEN GUNDAM WING WOOOOOOT! I'VE SEEN AND OWN EPISODES 1-21 AND I'M GETTING THE REST AND ENDLESS WALTZ WOOOOOT!
Quatre: Wow, Storm, that's great!
Sutoomu; I know. I'm freakin' out here.
Heero: You freak out everywhere.
Sutoomu: Not the point/lower lip trembles and she sniffles/
Trowa: You've made her sad, Heero.
Heero: Hn.
Sutoomu: Anyways /waves a hand and the tears are gone/ The point is I've seen it now, and we have a lot of points in this endo, I've just noticed...yeah, but I have to go and finish writing about Trowa, then Quat, then Wufei, then more stuff, and more stuff, and more stuff.../wanders out repeating the same words over and over in a trance as she heads for her labtop to write/
Link: How do you use the phone? I need to order pizza/speaks as he walks in/
Quatre: More pizza? You'll get sick. That's all you've eaten.
Duo and Link: So?
Quatre: Why do I even bother/walks out holding head and Trowa follows/
Heero: Hn /leaves for his own labtop...hmmm, maybe Heero is writing fanfics in his spare time, too...NAH/
Duo: C'mon, Linkers, I'll show you how to use it. Can we get anchovies this time/walks out with his arm over Link's shoulder/
