Sutoomu: This is the twelth chappie, and I am sooo proud of myself. I actually wrote it! Of course, Hawk insisted I write on it. I have to divide time between stories wisely.
Duo: If only you divided time at all!
Sutoomu: Just because I decided to learn labtop things with Heero instead of making bombs with you doesn't mean anything, Duo/Storm pleads with him/ Why are you mad at me?
Duo: You don't love me anymore/runs off/
Sutoomu: Riiiight...uh, Quat? I need you to explain this whole situation to me. I'm confused.
Quatre: Duo feels down because he thinks Heero spends too much time on the labtop, a fact which we determined from his complaining. And now you, his newest friend and playpal, go and start spending time on the labtop. He's worried you'll end up like Heero...
Heero: Hn?
Quatre: And then Duo won't have any people to hang out with.
Sutoomu: But there's still you and Wufei and Trowa...
Trowa: Quatre works all day, and I work trying to stop him working all day.
Quatre: You're my bodygaurd, not my babysitter, Trowa!
Trowa: Whatever you say, little one. /smiles/
Quatre: And Wufei works at the Preventors, so he's gone most of the time. And when he is here, all he does is chase Duo around for annoying him.
Sutoomu:Hm. /blinks and shakes head in hopelessness/ And I thought GIRLS were considered hard to understand!
Wufei: They damn well are!
Sutoomu: Yeah, I know/sighs/ Okay, this is number twelve, go and read and review.
Heero: Disclaimer?
Sutoomu: TO HELL WITH THE DAMNED DISCLAIMER! I ALREADY DID IT 11, wait, no, 10 TIMES! I QUIT/stomps out of the room, waving hands in insanity/
Quatre: She finally cracked. /sighs/
Trowa: Poor girl.
Trowa's emerald green eyes silently observed the giant creature looming in the passageway to the forest temple. To describe it in three words...Giant Man Dog. Or, in what might be Duo's wordings. Crazy Cool Gigantic Dog Man With Big Club Smashing Floor And Creating Tidal Waves In The Ground That Will Blow You Over! Of course, Trowa wasn't Duo. Trowa simply labeled it an enemy. And he knew that he currently couldn't defeat this enemy without a powerful weapon. He was currently running a total zero on powerful weapons. He had his gun, but he doubted that would stop this giant. Trowa thought back to what Link had advised him.
"Most of the Forest Temple's gaurds are brawny but brainless. Stealth is your best option, but simple charging may be needed in some cases."
And Trowa had to agree. This passageway had no room for stealth. Charging...it was worth a shot. Trowa stepped out into the passageway, in plain sight to the giant, who blinked at him before raising his club and slamming it on the ground, creating an earth wave shooting towards him. Trowa expertly sidestepped and advanced as far he could before having to sidestep the next wave. He advanced again, then sidestepped, and advanced again. He began to have to dodge the waves quicker as he got closer, but he finally was able to make a sidestep and then flip right by the giant, who blinked again and began to slowly look around. Trowa quickly retreated out of the passageway, leaving the giant, and smirked inside.
"That was easy," he said as he observed the wooded area he as stepped into. He saw the Forest Temple entrance about twenty feet off the ground, the stairs which had used to go up to it in ruins on the ground. Trowa's quick and logical thinking led him to a thick patch of vines. He climbed them expertly to a tree, then walked with perfect balance across a limb to right above the entrance. Jumping down, he rolled to break his fall and entered the Forest Temple a second later.
He entered into a large area, an octagonal shaped room with doors on each wall, some with stairs and entire metal entrance porches attached. In the center of the room, surrounded by four burning pillars, each of different colors, was an elevator shaft. Trowa walked over to it and stood on it, wary and alert for any enemy presence, and the elevator descended to another, much smaller octagonal room below with square pillars jutting out from the wall. Trowa knew what he had to do in this area. He was supposed to push on the pillars and the whole round wall was supposed to shift over. He had been somewhat skeptical of how he was supposed to move a wall himself when Link first told him, but Link had supplied him with gloves to borrow that would supposedly increase his strength ten fold. He pulled the gauntlets on tighter and braced himself at a wall, then pushed. Amazingly, it was incredibly easy, and Trowa marveled at what the Goddesses could create to aid mankind in this age. Gods and Goddesses could truly surpass science's advancements anyday. He moved the wall over three pushes, then walked down the open passageway that appeared.
The passageway arched into a rounded room, with a podium in the center. Lain lengthwise on a silver pole was the Weapon the Goddesses had designed for Trowa. He walked up to it, senses alert for any odd occurances or enemies, and stood in front of the weapon. It was a glaive. The long, wooden haft was made of a light ivory wood, and one end was blunt and rounded out to stun enemies. The blade attached to the end gleamed, inscribed with writing along it, and was hooked and spiked so carefully you could only see it if you looked closely. Trowa reached out his hands and picked it up, and instantly the pressure that had been on his chest was lifted. It felt like he had finally told a deep, dark secret and could breathe easily again.
Trowa smiled. Since he was alone, he could do whatever he wanted without anyone judging him or being astonished. So he backflipped, swinging the glaive in an arch, then sideflipped and began to twirl the glaive in circles, it making a high pitched whirring sound. He stopped, and chuckled. This was fun, as much as he might not want to admit it for fear of becoming soft. He enjoyed arobatics immensely, and adding the glaive into his moves just upped it a notch. Trowa ran a loving hand along the haft and then slipped the holder onto his back. He slipped the glaive into it and then set out back the way he came. He was relieved to find the elevator went up as well, and he left the way he had come.
The giant was still there. He was still randomly slamming his club into the ground and making earth waves. He was still an anemy, and still an annoyance. Trowa took out his glaive and stared at the giant, rubbing a fnger lightly along the blade. He shrugged and set out. He had a powerful weapon now, why not use it. He set out at a casual walk towards the giant, who sensed him and lumbered about to face him, slamming his club into the ground again. Trowa simply stepped aside fromt he waves and continued on. He dodged two more earth waves, then lept over the last one, landing on the giant's club, then flipping up and over the giant, swinging his blade in a wide arc. He landed on the other side, his feet making no sound. There was a small thump a moment later, and he looked over to see the giant's head, dismembered from its body. There was a large crash as the body fell over, and Trowa began to walk again.
He found a ladder as he left the corridor and stepped into the maze, and he gladly took the shortcut. On the way in, he had had to sneak his way through the maze past a bunch of smaller Man Dogs, which had been time consuming and irritating. This way, he could simply jump the gaps over their heads and arrive at the lost woods easily. Trowa looked at the three choices of exits he had. He recalled that Link had told him he could walk into anyone of them and he would be back where he had entered. Trowa picked the third one, since he was number three, and walked through it. The world swirled into blackness as he was warped to the entrance.
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Quatre looked with some nervousness at the looming temple in front of him. Getting through Gerudo Valley had been relatively easy, seeing as he knew how to treat women kindly. They would probably throw Duo out for harmless flirting, and murder Wufei for onna insults were those two ever to go there. Quatre had simply shown them Link's pass and explained he was a friend, all the while in his most polite tone with much bowing of the head. Though they had still been wary of him when they let him walk into their all female fortress. When he casually mentioned he had twenty nine sisters, they eased up on him considerably. They had made him recite his sisters' names, of course, to make sure he was not lying, and that was probably the most difficult thing he had ever done. Entering the temple of spirits, in comparison with that task, seemed like a walk in the park.
But as Quatre stood at the entrance, he re-thought his previous thinking. Rauru had truly shaken him when he spoke to him, but Rauru had been kind, so it had not hurt him. Inside this temple, though, were darker spirits. Not at all evil, no, but dark nonetheless, and they would surely pounce upon him as soon as he entered. Quatre really didn't want to go in there in the first place, and to do it without Trowa or the others by his side was pressure looming over him. It was only at Trowa's persuading and the pressure he felt on his chest that pushed him this far.
The pressure. Quatre entered the temple without a moment's hesitation at that thought. The pressure had grown worse than before, and now it felt as though he was in the middle of the war again. Stressed, exhausted, and the pressure of millions of deaths pushing on his chest. That had been awful...every single bit of it.
As soon as his boot hit the inside, Quatre heard them. The spirit's voices called out to him, and he instinctively began to put up his blocker, a barrier inside his mind to keep them out, when he hesitated, listening to them for just a moment. His face had grown stern in the coming effort of blocking them out, but now he relaxed, and a look of relief shone in his eyes as he heard what they were saying.
They were welcoming him. He could hear them welcoming him in. They were overjoyed, with almost child like joy, at the thought of a living visitor. It appeared the last one they had was Link so long ago, but Link hadn't been able to talk to them as Quatre could. They had been happy besides that fact, and now that a Spirit Sage was here, it was like giving candy to a sugar deprived Quatre. Quatre listened to them, and smiled as they spoke to him, speaking back when he could get a word in edgewise.
/Hello, welcome! How are you/Welcome to the Spirit Temple! It's not the best place around, but it's home to us/A Spirit Sage? Well, I'll be! I thought Nabooru was the only one! Welcome/
/Thank you/ Quatre replied amidst their chatter. /I'm doing very well. I'm glad to be here. It's very nice. Yes, I'm a Spirit Sage. I...what? Nabooru is a Spirit Sage, too/ Quatre had been trying to keep all the questions' answers straight until he heard the last spirit speak. He focused on the spirit who had spoken, and Quatre's spirit sense soared out to meet him. Spirit sense felt very odd every time he did it, and he had to hold back a shudder. It always made you feel as though you were missing your soul for a while. Of course, this was only the second time he had done it. Rauru had instructed him in it before they left the now dead sages to get their weapons.
/Yes/ the spirit said back. /But, of course, she couldn't speak back. She only heard us. It's hard having a one way conversation, I tell you./
/Oh/ Quatre thought this over and realized it made sense. He doubted Nabooru was an empath. Quatre's empathy explained why he could speak in reply to the spirits. /Can you lead me to the heart of the temple? I need to get a weapon from there./
/Oh, yes, I can do that/ the spirit said jovially. /No problem at all. I've got nothing better to do. We knew you were coming four hours ago. Don't know why it took you so long...but we put two and two together and came up with you wanting the new item the Spirit Temple has recently aquired. Come follow me/
/Thank you/ Quatre said, following the spirit as he felt it move. You couldn't see spirits. They were only sensed, unless they transformed into ghosts, whom you could see. /My name is Quatre./
/And I am Trorin/ the spirit said back. /An adventurer who thought he could outwit the spirits. And now I'm dead and a spirit myself./ Trorin laughed. Quatre thought Trorin was quite a jolly spirit. He seemed very optimistic about being a spirit. Not dead, yet not alive. Stuck in a surreal world, yet he was happy.
Quatre listened to Trorin as he led the way up a small set of stairs and onto a square platform which rose magically upwards as though an elevator. He replied every now and then, making idle coversation, but Trorin seemed keen to talk, so Quatre let him. Trorin led him down a short corridor and then through a golden door-which looked quite beautiful to Quatre, and he was a multi-billionaire heir-and then floated off to the side, as though to give Quatre a clear view, even though Quatre could see fine as Trorin wasn't visible.
Quatre stared for a moment at the platform illuminated in the room they had entered, then eagerly stepped up to it. They were scimitars, white and silver handled scimitars with a shining white case. His initials were engraved into each sheath, all three of them. Q.R.W. Quatre reached out a hand hesitantly, unsure whether to touch such a beautiful thing, then he picked it up. The pressure on his chest lifted immediately, and he breathed easily and carefree once more. He slipped the leather strap over his shoulders and hooked it, letting the two scimitars sit on his back. He pulled one out and ran a finger along the blade. Blood seeped form the small cut it made on his finger, and he admired the blade as he stuck the finger in his mouth. It was shined and sharp. The scimitars looked very much like the scimitars of the Gerudo Maidens, but these were smaller and slenderer. Smaller yet larger then theirs. Quatre couldn't explain it properly, he just knew his were very different.
/Beautiful things, aren't they/ Trorin spoke, startling Quatre from his daze. /I admired them for quite a while. I would have picked one up, but it would simply pass right through me. Or rather I through it./ Trorin chuckled.
Quatre smiled. /They are beautiful, yes./ The wonder and thought of what the other's had gotten brought a fact to light. /I really should leave now. Can you show me the way out/
/Must you leave so soon/ Trorin almost sounded like a whining child, and it amused Quatre. Trorin sighed at his smile. /Very well. Follow me./ His happiness seemed to deflate a bit as he led Quatre back through the golden door, down the corridor, and down the elevator. Quatre paused for a moment int he entranceway to say goodbye to the spirits. Most of them said goodbye grudgingly and gloomily, but one protested so fiercely that Quatre was stunned for a moment.
/NO/
/Oh no/ Trorin whispered. /That's Mad Margaret! A fierce old hag she is. And she was so nice and pretty when she was alive.../
/YOUCAN'T LEAVE ME/ Mad Margaret shrieked. /THEY'RE ALL DEAD! SPIRITS! I'M LIVING WITH SPIRITS! AAAAAH/ Quatre was aware of Margaret. He was aware of her flying around everywhere. She went through the other spirits, who slumped and fell over as though unconscious after, and then whirled towards Quatre, screaming 'NO!'
Quatre didn't know how he did it or why he knew, but he was absolutely sure he would die if Mad Margaret passed through him. He held up a hand just as Margaret was a half foot away. It shone with a striking silver light and she stopped in mid attack, appearing so Quatre could see her. Her mouth was open in a shriek and her eyes rolled wildly, but the rest of her was frozen still. Quatre did not hesitate. As soon as she was still, he brought out his scimitars in two arcs which cleaved right through her. She shrieked even louder and then exploded into nothing. Quatre didn't know how he had killed a spirit, but, then again, he hadn't known he was a Spirit Sage either. It seemed kind of unfair to kill an insane spirit, but Quatre knew he had only sent her off to her final resting place. Besides, she had already been dead.
Quatre sheathed his scimitars instantly and turned and left. He sensed others like Mad Margaret coming. They were the dark spirits he had sensed. They weren't evil, just tainted. They hadn't died as gracefully as Trorin had. They hadn't adjusted to spirit life. Quatre met hid desert Gerudo guide and she led him back to the fortress. He spent as little time as he could there, leaving quickly on his horse to return to the others as soon as possible. It wasn't until he was on his horse, galloping through Hyrule Field, that he got the biggest surprise yet.
/I say, good job! You really showed that old looney. She should have been disposed of ages ago/
Quatre pulled the horse to a stop suddenly and gaped at nothing. /Trorin/
/That is my name! And I've brought along a few friends, of course.../
Sutoomu: Thank you for reading chappie 12. I'm alright now, just so you know. By the way, things like that is where my title of 'Psychotically Insane' came from. And I'm PROUD OF IT! SO BACK OFF, TITLE STEALERS!
Duo: Do we get to lock her up again/claps hands in glee/
Sutoomu: No, you do not/is all fine and normal again/ And boys/looks at them with sweet face as they listen to her/ It would do you well to remember that I have ultimate authors powers. I can turn you into anything I want...
Wufei: Death threats! I will nottake thisfrom an onn-nmmpph!
Duo: Keep it closed, justice boy/is covering Wufei's mouth with his hand/ I like being a two legged being!
Quatre: Is your author powers the reason why Link has been a clothesline for the last two days?
Sutoomu: Yes. He insulted me rather meanly and I was in a bitchy mood so I took out my wrath.
Trowa: Note to self: Keep away from the Wrath of Storm-chan!
Heero: You are very wise/leaves with Trowa. Wufei follows/
Sutoomu: I have to go take my laundry off Link, uh, I mean, the line, and then write some more, so I bid you bai!
Duo: Bai is the screwed up way Storm says bye, just so the public at large knows.
Quatre: Her saying bai isn't a threat, Duo.
Duo: You're right. It's more like a blessing. 'Cause she's leaving!
Sutoomu: Duo/takes out mighty author's pen and chases after braided baka/ Come back here so I can change you into a chicken!
Quatre: See you at the next chapter!
