Beyond our masks.
Summary: As far as the Mcduck clan know there are no more secret between them, or at least that's what the triplets and Scrooge thought. Now, shortly after Magica's defeat more troubles arrive, and in the middle of this is a parrot, a rooster, and an android.
Notes: English is not my first language... so excuse my errors, I will try my best. This fic it's actually a mash up of several concepts of Donald's adventures and alter egos, such as the duck avenger (Paperinik o Pk) or the legend of the three caballeros.
And also I can't write Scrooge's accent.
Post shadows war
''The future rewards those who press on. I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I don't have time to complain. I'm going to press on."
•Barack Obama
Disclaimer: I do not own Ducktales
Note:
Since Panchito, Donald and José have magic I'm borrowing some spell and concepts from J.K Rowling.
But her universe belongs to her.
I got a cover image! All Thanks to Nobody's Silent.
Notes:
Now, there's something you must know and it will be mentioned in the story in the future.
Every magi is classified in a group, and it depends on what kind of magic they use: White, Black and Grey.
Black magic users: Not all of them are evil, and not all of them are as powerful as others. Most of them are powerful, and their magic is corruptive, letting a small trademark on its user. They're all silver tongues and manipulative, experts on mind control spells. And they're incapable of healing spells.
You must be born with dark magic, since anyone who tried to learn dark while being a White user went mad with power.
Famous users: Magica (her trademark, her green feathers and yellow eyes) José (his trademark, his hands are slightly burned, so he wears gloves to hide them)
Grey magic: They are very unusual users, and it's more like a condition than anything else. A grey user is born when a white user is possessed or cursed. So they are capable of doing black magic, and still being able to do healing magic, they're in the middle of both benefits, but are caught in the middle of the problems too, since the black magic cost them a lot of energy. They must have a lot of training, so they don't go bad, their eyes also change, when they use White magic their eyes glow blue, when they use black their eyes glow purple.
Famous users: Donald, after *spoiler*
White magic: most of the magic users are white users, they can be as powerful as the black and grey ones. They can use healing magic, and protective magic. Their eyes glow White or blue.
Famous users: Panchito.
Warning: here's a sexual scene. Not that explicit but yeah, if you don't like that I'll mark the beginning and the end, so you can skip the scene.
Chapter 11: I know.
It was done, he did it. Donald outdone himself, he managed to overpower José, the most powerful Magi out of the three. He not only could react through his mind, but also alter it. The glowing orb, the prophecy resting on his hands, he was brave enough to attack his friend, and he's already regretting it. He knew for sure that the memory he stole was the vision of his death, and he was correct, even though he only saw glimpses of it.
But he saw enough to accept who's his murderer.
Kay.
His only relief is that... At least she didn't do it on purpose, or at least, that's what he wants to believe. He's angry, and the worst of the situation is that, he can't bring himself to watch the memory again, not without passing out, and he doesn't even know how much he took from his friend's memories. Stealing from a seer it's a complicated task, and almost not rewarded, the vision, that prophecy will only activate with José's orders to reveal itself entirely, he just got a taste. At least, he now knows something, he dies in the next mission. He needs to protect Glomgold and Cabrera, and most important, leave everything in order for his kids. He's going to make sure to take whoever's controlling Kay down with him. He needs to be ready, even though that means forgiving Gladstone and Scrooge. He let out a long sigh, almost a sob as he ran his hand through his friend's sweaty feathers. He had already accepted his fate, if he's going to be a sacrifice, HE'S going to be a hell of a sacrifice.
Suddenly, his phone started to ring.
[••••••]
Mortimer glared at the brothers as he made a quick excuse to leave the place. "I'll go talk with O'Hara."
Oswald smiled as he met Mortimer's gaze. "Thanks."
They were Left alone, Oswald looking at him expectedly, as if waiting for him to start. Mickey gulped, fiddling his thumbs, after years with almost no contact and in 'only send Christmas cards' terms, the mouse doesn't know how to start a conversation.
"So..." He mumbles. "How's life going?"
Oswald despite his stern eyes, he allowed himself to smile fondly as he thought of his family. "You know, studied here and there, got a job, had a couple of girlfriends before settling down with one, Hortensia..."
"You're married!?" Mickey exclaimed. "Wow... Congrats, Oswald."
Oswald nodded. "And I've two boys."
Mickey flashed a smile. "Maybe I should send a Christmas gift this year, for your boys"
For my nephews. Was left unsaid, but both of them know.
"Yeah, maybe."
They drifted into a very awkward silence, Mickey felling his cheeks burn. He WANTS to call Oswald's children nephew, but he knows he doesn't have the right. Uncle, he also wants to be called uncle, Felicia's boys already call him that, but, he's Mickey Mouse, just like his father wants to have everything.
"You've worked harder than your sister, of course you're going to inherit more than her, and HIM"
His father's words burned in his mind, almost making cry right in front of his half brother.
"Oswald... Why are we like this?" Mickey said calmly. "Maybe, maybe we could call Felicia and talk..."
The rabbit's hands tightened on the fabric of his trousers, his teeth biting the inside of his cheeks. He saw his half brother's mouth move, but he couldn't hear anything, the ringing of the pressure didn't let him.
"And maybe, we could apologize to each others..."
That! He heard that clear and it was like slap to his face, his eyes widening.
"WHAT!?" He snapped.
Mickey flinched for a second before giggling and saying. "Both parts involved were bad, to be fair we–"
"We what?" Oswald yelled, didn't caring about being rude anymore. "What did I do!?"
Mickey huffed in annoyance, he was starting to lose his temper as well. "What did you do! You even ask!? Yo wrote that stupid book! Do you have any idea of the grieving you gave dad!? Or the reputation of Felicia!?"
Oswald was furious. "I didn't put any lies on drift away! I've even changed the real names! How can you say that!?"
Mickey not believing the nerve of his brother he stood up from his chair. "But you put too much drama! Dad wasn't like that!"
Oswald was speechless, but his ire was fading. "Maybe not to you, Michael but to me he..."
Oswald was almost crying, but composed himself in order to talk. "Michel, I wrote this book, a journal and gave it to the world. Told the story of when I was just a boy."
Mickey looked down with shame, biting his lips.
Oswald let a shaky breath. "I sought understanding clarity in truth, by baring all the wounds inflicted on my youth."
Oswald said, looking at the window, his eyes sad as he recalled all of his ordeal as an angry–angsty teenager. That book was his heart turned into paper, tears and words of hope for anyone on similar situation.
"He criticized my choice to stand up to my past, to give the pain a voice so that it too could pass." Oswald doesn't need to clarify on the "he" part, Mickey knows his half brother is speaking about his father.
"But I felt brave and filled with pride as I let go, of bitterness that wouldn't leave or let me grow" he muttered, lowering his eyes. Mickey suddenly found the floor very interesting, as his gaze was glued to it.
Oswald closed his eyes, letting a deep breath. "But I will spend a lifetime...Trying to understand..."
Oswald felt his resolve breaking, his eyes watering, just as Mickey. Both of them finding the courage to look each others at the eye.
"Why someone sharing my bloodline would not lend me their hand..." The rabbit let himself cry a few tears, before harshly wiped them away. "So, tell me, Michael. Am I supposed to apologize?"
"No... I guess not."
Oswald licks his lips before continuing. "Believe me, I loved her more than myself but even she made me choose."
"What!? Your mother...? But."
The rabbit's hands tightened on the side of the desk. "Did you at least read the book, Michael?"
Mickey's mouth moved, opened to say something, but quickly shut close, making his teeth click. That gave Oswald his answer.
"Divorcees are hard, and even after all father put her through, she couldn't Bear with seeing him anymore." He said, calmly. "But in the end, she made me chose, between her and my father and so I refused."
"Refuse? Refuse what?"
"Choosing. I didn't want to disown any of you, and I fled her house and wrath eleven of years of age" Oswald said, not so calmly.
Mickey, then, being his awkward self said. "That's rough, Buddy."
Oswald raised an eyebrow, but didn't took offence at such phrase. He knows Mickey's past with dealing with his friends' trauma.
If What Double Duck said was Truth.
"Don't worry..." Oswald half laughed. "That made me follow the crooked path that led me to a stage"
"The stage?" Mickey questioned, confused. "I thought you were a business man? Like... Like me?"
The rabbit let a small chuckle. "I know your secret identity, Michael."
Mickey paled, and looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "What!? Oswald... I don't know what you're talking about."
"Drop the act, Michael." Oswald snapped.
Mickey flinched, wide eyed. "Oswald, please... If you're talking about my time as a private detective I quit!"
Oswald just glared at him.
"I left since it was dangerous to Minnie and I came here to work with officer O'Hara's older brother."
Oswald huffed, already tired of his younger brother's bullshit. So, without any hesitation he pulled put something from his jacket's pocket.
Mickey gasped at the sight, it was a badge, but not any badge. It was an Agency badge, it had been almost two years since the last time he saw that kind of badge so close.
Mickey gulped, then, if Oswald has this badge it means he's an agent from The Agency. With a sigh, Mickey's body language shifted, he was no longer Michael Mouse, he was an agent, The apprentice or agent 13.
"Oswald... You."
The rabbit grinned a toothy smile. "Luckiest son. That's my alias."
"So... You're from the Agency."
"And you're from S.H.U.S.H! wow, I didn't see you in action since the Avenger's trial."
Mickey's jaw clenched." You were there. "
"So were you."
The mouse massages his temple. "You defended him."
The rabbit laughed. "And you condemned him."
"He was a murderer!"
"In self-defense..." The rabbit said in a singing voice.
"He disobeyed an order!"
"Just after she did!"
Mickey growled in frustration. "I can't believe you!"
Oswald pounds. "Listen, I don't know why you're so angry. He was punished, he didn't got away with anything "
Mickey wanted to object, but decoded against. "Why are you here?"
"Finally!" Oswald exclaims. "I was getting bored. Listen, you know Donald Duck, right."
Mickey sucked a breath. "What about him?"
"Donald's best friend is the Avenger. And I know that duck is stubborn as hell, he's loyal towards those whose he's in debt with " the rabbit whispered, almost too fondly to the mouse's liking. "The Avenger's in the middle of something big. Everything that is happening right now is not just a coincidence."
Oswald watched as his half brother processed the information, he pretended to not notice how the mouse's hand shook.
"Why are telling me this?" Mickey's voice was grave.
"Because, Michael. I know how much you love your friend, and how much you hate the avenger. But you must know this, both, Donald's and the avenger's destines are tied, so to protect your friend you must protect the avenger."
Mickey cursed under his breath, and Oswald could almost se the engines working in his half brother's head.
"Oswald, what must I do?"
"Go to Duckburg as planned, find the avenger and ask him to trust you. It would be ideal if he reveals to you his secret identity, but if not, just beg him to let you help him.
Mickey but his lip before nodding. " I will do as you say, for Donald. And... For you, since you seem to care a lot about the avenger. "
Oswald huffed, his head turned towards the window. "No need to get all sentimental, we have work to do... Brother."
Mickey, for the first time since Oswald came, he smiled genuinely.
"I need names." Mickey said.
Oswald shook his head. "You only need one….. Elias Fog."
[•••••]
Goofy arrived home several hours later, his soon to be wife had called him earlier to make him buy some food and a cake. He wondered what was going on since neither of their birthdays were coming, maybe she wanted to do something nice.
When he arrived the table was already set, and Sylvia and Max were fine dressed, making his heart jump.
"What are we celebrating?" He asked with a smile.
"Ohhh wait for it" said his son, giving him a mischievous smile.
Goofy let himself be led to the kitchen table, once he sat down, Sylvia poured a single glass of wine, while Max had a Coke on his own.
"You didn't pour one for me?" Goofy teased, making Sylvia chuckle.
"This is for you, you silly." She beamed, handing him the glass. "I should not drink. Not while pregnant"
Goofy, who already gave a sip from his drink almost choked on it, he stood and took his fiancée's hand.
The redhead averted her gaze, trying to find the right words to make it up for her slip. But, he was already over the moon, and she could tell it. Also, it didn't help that she was so excited.
"Goofy, my love." Sylvia said and instinctively put his hand to her stomach. "We're pregnant!"
Goofy's mouth dropped, a small soud escaped from it and his eyes lit up. He could barely set the wine back on the table before wrapping her in his embrace. Sylvia motivated Max to join the hug, they stayed like that for a few minutes before Sylvia spoke.
"I'm think only a few weeks" Goofy nodded, crying happy tears. "I only tested myself this morning."
Goofy smiled as he hugged his soon to be wife and son more. He knew it was impossible, at least not without his powers according to Donald, but he could have sworn he heard a tiny heartbeat in the distance.
"Gorsh, you're pregnant and I brought fried chicken for dinner."
"It's not that bad, Dad" Max says.
"Max's right" Sylvia beams. "What's important is that you know."
Goofy kiss her again, then he says. "Wait until Donald knows"
Max frowned a bit, remembering the call...But to not spoil the moment he lied saying. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled."
Just remembering that conversation gave him chills.
"Uncle Donald!"
"Maximilian..."
"Uncle...? Are you okay?"
"I'm in a bit of trouble, nothing serious."
"You... You sound exhausted, uncle. Are you...?"
"Maximilian, listen to me. I need you to make sure Goofy go to sleep before ten."
"..."
"Maxie... I know I'm scaring you, but you need to do as I say. Drug him if you must, José told me so.
And with that he ended the call.
He was always scared of uncle José, and he's his least favorite caballero. Something about him is just odd, and every time he has a bad feeling it always happens. So, if uncle José says dad need to go to sleep early, he WILL go to sleep early.
For himself.
For Sylvia.
And for his future sibling.
[•••••]
Xandra walked through the immense forest in Cyprus, ever since the Caballeros freed her from her book prison she started having weird dream. As she recalled, Cyprus has a great meaning to her fellows gods, but not only to them, but also for her knights, in José's words, here's where their brotherhood started. She had been staying in Ithaquack for while, and she was one of the few gods that weren't in good terms with Scrooge McDuck, along with Ares, Athena, Hermes, Apollo and Artemis. Their distaste for the rich duck equal to Zeus'. Their little group even got a nickname from the other gods in the Olympus, "The salt mines"
But, despite Zeus' jerky bravado, he could be a very supporting teacher. He was always clear with her, since her arrival at the island and her hunger for answers, he was sincere with her origins.
Long ago, when the Greek gods still lived among the mortals, one of the strongest Titan attacked. Typhon, single handedly defeated most of the gods, forcing them into hiding, relinquishing from their divine forms to take animal form. Since then, the whole Greek gods had been living in this dimension, Zeus eventually could beat Typhon with the help of some of the gods.
After the Typhon incident, Zeus rewarded the gods that helped him fight, giving them an army, so their duty was to guard certain assigned area. Being Athena and Ares the most privileged ones, and the more responsible too. Zeus, after a while, and fearing for earth's safety, since it was his son's territory, he unlocked her lost memories.
Everything came back in a flash, Ares, in his Divine form molding along Aphrodite a shape, a doll made of clay, a baby with his strength and Aphrodite's beauty. A pound, with the sun at his peak, giving them warm as Zeus' cold breath of life made the doll alive.
The clay doll was her, she was raised in the in the Olympus, trained for the sole purpose to guide a team. When the time came, she was ready, Ares and Aphrodite choosing their champions, three knights with heart of gold and soul of silver.
Guillermo Gonzalez, Santos Carioca and Don Dugo, or, to be more precisely Hidalgo Pato. Their task was simple enough, guard this lands, fight against any threats towards the territory. Eventually they met their first and most dangerous enemy, a wizard/Demon called Felldrake.
Felldrake, an demonic wizard, son of Typhon, sent to seek revenge. He was stronger than them, way stronger than them, he easily defeated her, and condemned her to a life of imprisonment, her book lost in the battle. The Caballeros unable to find her, and the battle was almost lost, but just in the last moment, Ares, in his Divine form appeared, giving them gifts, and with that assuring the victory.
Curious how that battle, was almost the same with this incarnation of the Caballeros, the only difference was that Ares used his anthropomorphic duck form. She finally reached the Temple, the goddess entered, feeling Ares presence there.
"Xandra, Goddess of adventure." Greeted Ares, His Divine form present, a olive skinned man, a deep green eyes and bloody red hair.
"Ares, God of war and bravery." She greeted back, on one knee and with her fist over her chest. "You called?"
Ares stern gaze didn't betray any emotion as he started to talk. "Felldrake is back."
Xandra's eyes widened so bad that the redheaded God thought were about to pop out. The goddess heart sank to her stomach, her blood turned into ice and took her breath away. Had this announcement been made twelve years ago, she wouldn't have reacted so baldly. Her warriors and herself were at their prime, and nothing to lose, their heart full on the fight.
But now...
As far as she remembers, Donald and José's priority were the kids, Panchito sold into an arranged marriage and hoping for a child to seal the deal. The goddess turned towards Ares, and almost demanded answers.
"Felldrake's blessed, Xandra. Before you and the Caballeros could finish him off, he managed to escape."
"What!?" She exclaimed enraged. "How!?"
She was shaking, they put everything in that fight, they almost died. José passed out as soon as he made sure the demon's presence disappeared for good. Panchito had a broken ankle and had to be bedridden. Donald wasn't the same for days, and everyone had nightmares for weeks. But that suffering was Worth it because he was dead, and now, Ares is telling her that all that suffering was for nothing.
"Sheldgoose, his next to kind was near, and Felldrake could inhabit in him as a parasite."
Xandra paled. "Parasite?"
"Felldrake not only possessed his body, he feed off of his life energy, ate his conscience and memories, until the one you once knew as Sheldgoose was nothing more than an empty carcass."
Xandra's breath hitched, her lips trembling. "Empty carcass... So, Sheldgoose is dead."
Ares shook his head, his eyes even more hard than before. "He suffered a fate worse than death, if you ask me. His soul dissolved into nothingness after it could no longer offer more power to him, he will not go to heaven or hell, even Hades doesn't know it existed. He's to be forgotten, never reaching peace, just another part of Felldrake's power."
Xandra's gulped, her mind going to Donald. "Will he need more souls to feed himself!? What about the temporary possessions!?"
Finally, another emotion apart from indifference came into Ares' face. "Your knight...? For how long was he being used as a vessel?"
Xandra struggled to remember, that time, the worst of her life burned in her mind. Her sight blurred with years, her throat closing in despair. "A whole month."
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Glowing purple eyes stared at them from the shadows as a sword blade glinted. After many failed missions and murder attempts and even suspecting of the triplets they finally found the culprit. This was nothing new to the goddess waiting in the hall of glory, alongside her warrior they had defeated possessed adversaries. And to add to her experience, she had lived this same event countless times before, in her time with the original Caballeros. But, this was different, this time the vessel was someone dear to them, compromising their performance into the battle.
The possessed duck began his approach as she took her fighting stance, his eyes already beginning to glow a bright purple.
With the corner of her eye she could see Panchito and José hesitant attempt to raise their weapons, and she can't blame them.
"Why are you still trying to stop me?" The impostor asked with a mocking grin, it made all feel sick of the stomach. "Just surrender, Xandra. Surrender and I promise I'll give your knights the chance to escape. Not only that, once I regain my true form I will allow them to live in hiding, not even trying to hunt them."
Panchito sneered at him, still flinching at the sight of his corrupted friend. "Ni muerto, demonio." No way, demon.
José nodded, trying his best to look confident. "Vou mandar você de volta para o inferno, seu monstro." I'll send you back to hell, you monster.
'Donald's smirk grew unnaturally wide. "You know, if you touch me... You'll be hurting your friend."
Xandra narrowed eyes on her opponent, face tight, she replied resolutely. "That may be true, but... I've still need try."
She looked determined, but her companions not, their words, body language said they were willing to fight their friend, but their eyes told otherwise.
The duck's expression darkened with anger as he walked forward, only to be attacked by the angered goddess before him.
"Why can't you just GIVE UP!?" He screamed, his voice another reminder of their friend's condition. The duck's grim replaced with a vicious snarl. "Just let me get my real body and power, there's no need for more blood!"
"I will never give up!" She hissed, her eyes glowing white with power. "I'll fight, we will until the very end!"
"No me rendire! Not until todos mis amigos esten a salvo, each and every one of them..." Panchito yelled, his voice cold as he sent rows of fire and rocks towards his enemy. (I will never give up! All of my friends are safe)
The only one who did nothing was José.
...
...
..
.
Xandra deeply exhaled. Her guts burning with a bad feeling.
"Where is he!?" She growled.
Ares, a god familiar with murderous anger, smirked at his creation. "His situation is complicated. He's not only the son of Thypon, he's blessed with the magic he stole from your knight when he possessed him."
Xandra felt her mouth dry, she could tell Ares was hiding something. "what do you mean by that?"
"Felldrake took a bit of your knight power, so he can use it. Fortunately, it's too weak."
Xandra felt relief, but by the look of Ares' face, she could tell he wasn't done talking. She tilted her head, as a 'go on' gesture towards Ares.
"Just as Felldrake got hold on some of your knight's power. Your knight also got hold of some of Felldrake's power, that knight can now use dark magic."
Xandra cursed under her breath, she knows what happens to magician's when dark magic is involved. "what are we going to do?"
"We wait"
"We, what!?" Xandra shouted. "No, we don't. We need to get the Caballeros and go get him"
Ares was well known for his hunger for battle and blood, so she was surprised he wanted to wait. And not only that, he wanted to make a plan, that was a very 'Athena' thing to do.
"we don't have a plan." He says.
"I do have a plan!" she remarks, exasperated. "Attack."
"Are you listening to yourself?" Ares shouted, his green eyes shining.
"No! Are YOU listening to yourself?" she shouted back. "You are supposed to be the god of War and Bravery and you want to hide!"
She growled angrily, narrowing her eyes at the hard-faced man. She wanted to go, leave Ares here to do whatever he pleases, however, she decided against it. According to the laws of the gods, you can't just leave and be disrespectful to any god, specially in their own home. She knows the consequences, she already had to face them, and no one can break another god/goddess' curses and she wish to not deal with it.
Ares looked at her with an unreadable expression. Xandra shuddered, feeling as if the red headed god was trying to slice her in pieces with his eyes, that managed to intimidate her. When he spoke, his voice was smooth but full of annoyance.
"I know your knight's wellbeing is your priority, and that you want me to lead you and your knights head-first into battle without an actual plan. Like I'm well known for doing, but as you see, my sister, Athena has proven how bad of an idea that is. Besides, Felldrake isn't here." the god sighed, looking a bit weary. "He went into hiding three days ago, he got enough dark power to hide himself from Helios' eyes and not even Hades can't pinpoint his soul. I didn't want to be the one to break the news, at least…not like this, but Hermes is busy and we need to get our act together."
It took several minutes for the news to sink in. Xandra frowned, wondering if this was some sort of joke, since the whole 'Ares playing safe' thing, but the fire in his eyes told her otherwise.
"Okay, I'll bite. What's your plan?" she said.
"I'm glad you are using your head for once, darling." Ares replied, turning his back on her. " Follow me. I know you're strong enough to pinpoint me across the globe."
Xandra furiously blushed, offended at his snide comments. Annoyed, but ready to prove herself to him. "Of course I can!"
Ares glanced at Xandra sharply, but decided against another snide remark. The goddess watched the green eyed god pull on his cloak over his armor awkwardly, never loosening his hold on his weapon. The god disappeared with a flash of light, followed by the wind blowing slightly. The suddenly breeze told her of his departure, and with that Xandra sighed, her entire body finally sagging.
Donald and his boys were in danger, not only him but also Panchito and José. In danger for an utter idiot like Sheldgoose! The stupid, waste of space fool. She knew she should've skinned him alive when she had the chance.
Xandra rubbed her eyes wearily and turned away, trying to pinpoint the god. Eventually, she'll have to break the news to the Caballeros. Xandra shuddered, dreading their reactions. After a few seconds, she found Ares' location, so, with a snap of her fingers she was gone.
[••••]
A few hours later.
Panchito jerked awake, spilling his cold coffee over the dining table and staining the cloth, very agitated. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, and recalled what happened earlier that evening at the Cinema. José went to the bathroom in the middle of the movie and never came back, so after a considerable time Donald went to check on him. And after a few more minutes he excused himself to the children (who were too interested in the movie to notice) and made his way towards the bathroom.
The sight that greeted him in the bathroom was something he wasn't expecting, Donald trying to wake a very unconscious José and freaking out. After locking the door, Donald told him what happened in the thirty minutes they were gone. José had a vision a strong one, it took some of Donald's healing to keep José to needing a hospital.
Panchito gathered José gently in his arms, to Donald's bewildered gaze.
"Are you sure you can take him? I can help you take him if you want, and he back here before the kids notice." Said Donald, worry present on his face.
Panchito shook his head, smiling despite his own fear. "No, hermano. Go back to your niños, they need you more."
Donald grasped his shoulder, firm but gentle. "Are you sure? Teleporting is never easy for us, we kinda suck." He said, attempting to soothe the mood.
Panchito snickered, reassuring his friend. "I'm sure, go back to your kids. Tell them we got something boomer to do."
Donald laughed quietly, closing the distance between them and resting his forehead against Panchito's. "Thank you, you're both my best friends. Never forget, that's the truth."
Donald closed his eyes, and Panchito did the same, feeling like this moment was supposed to mean something, but he needs to say.
"You know…. For moments like this people think we're gay."
Donald laughed, giving a look. "so what? Even if we were they don't have the right to judge anyone."
Panchito smiling, retreated. "you're right….. now give us a kiss."
After a good laugh, Panchito took off, teleporting to their temporary housing, leaving Donald to deal with the kids. As soon as Panchito touched the floor he almost passed out, teleporting wasn't his forte, but he managed to put José in his bed and to make himself a coffee before passing out.
Panchito glanced at the clock on the wall blearily, noticing the time. "10:37 PM"
He yawned, wincing when his back cracked in protest, he's really out of shape. Ever since he was forced to marry Clara against his will, he had been sleeping at odd hours and on various cold surfaces ever, she wasn't a bad person or abusive, but demanding. And in perspective he can't blame her, she was just another victim in their parents game, and he wasn't making the experience easier. He would only talk with her the necessary, and get intimate twice a week, so they procreate and end the deal, something that didn't happened and couldn't get a divorce for a while. Panchito knows he was a brat, and he was bitter about his love life, and took his frustration on her. Suddenly, he finally got the divorce papers, and Clara signed up quickly, and then got up and he never saw her again. It was strange, she was dead silent and her father, the one who practically sold his daughter was happy. Now, the divorce wasn't official yet, because of his father trying to get her back, despite his own son wishes, he only says that they need to be together. Panchito still wears the ring just to please his grandma, and to be at peace with his father, but he simply doesn't understand.
Panchito sighed, recalling what José had told him. Apparently, the three Caballeros have bad luck in love. Donald with a cheating fiancée and José a toxic future father in law who took his lover away, Rosinha. José told him Rosinha vanished two months or so ago, and no amount of tracking could seem to trace her. Panchito dreaded what would happen to Rosinha, she was the only one who truly made his friend happy, and she was happy with him. He knows the cause of this was the father of the girl, he never liked José and was against the relationship.
With another long yawn he stood, forgetting about the coffeg and going straight to bed. He wanted to sleep with José, since his visions had gotten worse each time, he opened the door and found José with his eyes open but not fully aware.
José leaned against the edge of the four poster bed, staring ahead at nothing in particular. He barely registered the cold mattress behind his back, the blankets beneath him or the wet cloth on his forehead. All he could feel was the weight of the body nesting comfortably against his, warm him up. José numbly felt as Panchito ran his fingers through his head feathers, trying to smooth out his unruly feathers. The rooster's skin was warming from the magic he was giving to him, and if he concentrate hard enough, he can hear the chanting his red friend was doing.
"Francisco….. I feel empty." He muttered miserably. "I feel like something was stolen… my mind is slippery, there's a gap in there… something is missing."
"You're okay, Zé. I will help you, don't worry." Panchito said, tightening his hold on him for a few minutes before resuming his chanting.
José's body was tired, his mind burning. The parrot could feel the ache of his strained muscles and the burn in his dry eyes. But he could seem to close them, And get some sleep. Each time he closed his eyes, he was reminded of the strange gap in his mind. He managed to sleep for a few hours, but the dreams were getting harder and ironically those were the only things that still gave him some semblance of emotion. Donald, his brother Donald was a strong preference on his mind eye, every time he rested, he could see the face of his blue brother, screaming out in pain and disbelief, and feel his hands warm and slippery with Donald's blood.
"Someone stole it….." José sobbed. "I can't reach it… w- where is it."
"What can't you reach?" Panchito voice came through the dark room.
"My memories….. I can't…. I can't…."
José sobbed through the entire night, Panchito was so busy treating him that he didn't felt the magic being used in the city or the missing calls from the blue Caballero.
[•••••]
Gizmoduck sighed as he wondered how the situation went south as quickly as it went tonight. Tonight's patrol started pretty normal, scaring some petty thief here and there. Helping a old lady with their cats whom apparently always managed to get stuck on some three. But, even after that, it was a quiet night, but out of the sudden they were ambushed. Several guys in dark clothing and masks, they were armed and angry.
"We got company" announced Gizmoduck, like a little kid.
Paperinik gave a dark chuckle, sending shivers down the younger duck's spine. "Finally! I needed something to vent, today was very stressful to me."
Some of the crooks were having second thoughts, some other were excited to meet their expectations with the avenger, satisfied with the attitude.
"Okay! Let's see!" Paperinik said, as he started to count every single one of his adversaries. "One, two, three, four…"
Done with his counting, he cracked his knuckles. "Thirty five! Meh! I wanted more, but I can manage."
Then, stretching his shoulder he turned to Gizmoduck. "You don't mind if I get more than you, kid?"
The condescending tone got Gizmoduck with the guard down, not used to it, at least not from the Avenger. He gulped, shoving down his hurt feelings and acting casual. "Suit yourself."
Not needing to be told twice, Paperinik jumped into action, taking two guys down with him. Gizmoduck following at his own way, less brutal.
Loud bangs and shouts echoed in the alleyway, the sounds of bodies hitting the floor. Gizmoduck despite his time and Experience in the heroic business, he was way behind the game. Unlike the avenger, Gizmoduck was far more merciful that the daring avenger, he didn't use his fists as much as the older duck, and of course he just reduce them, and doesn't beat them into unconsciousness.
He gotta admit, he's not as fast as him, or talented. Paperinik moves like the wind, and hits deadly as a hurricane. The crooks that were apprehended by Gizmoduck were actually glad that the younger duck only tied them up, unlike the rest whom were beaten to pulp.
Paperinik was angry, and more savage than usual, which ended with a pile of unconscious bodies and a bunch of other guys hugging each other in horror. The only one left, a tall, strong dog was standing his ground fairly well, even landing a few kicks and punch, it seemed he was enjoying the fight.
Paperinik was blocking most of the dog's attacks flawlessly, that until the guy got lucky, and could pass the avenger's defense, punching him square in the face. Paperinik stumbled back, his face darkened, his hazel eyes became impossibly yellow, and he looked rightly pissed off. Now, Gizmoduck and his bunch of dudes cuddle even more tight together, hugging the metallic duck, trying to make themselves invisible to the avenger. Unlike his partners, the dog was unfazed, raising his first, he made a taunt gesture with his hand, saying.
"Come on!" he mocked. "show me your moves!"
The crook grinned as a trickle of blood escaped Paperinik's nose, shrugging, the duck quickly try to clean it with his hand, smearing it on his cheek rather than wiping it away, giving himself by accident a more menacing look.
"Okay, I'll admit it. That HURT." Paperinik said, and neatly dodged a sloppy punch aimed at his head. "You have A good swing, boy. To be honest, you're a far more competent fighter than your friends."
"They are not my friends nor my comrades." He retorted, his Italian Ascent strong. "They're a nuisance at best, a burden she put me through as a punishment."
"her?" Paperinik tilted his head. "Punishment?"
They circle each other like famished beasts, ready to jump at the other's neck. The dog clicked his tongue, his mind looking for an opportunity. "My superior, Red Primrose."
Paperinik's eyes went wide, his face betraying surprise before going ballistic.
"HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT NAME." Paperinik demand, smashing his elbow over dog's nose, taking pleasure as a cracking sound was heard.
Moaning in pain, the dog tried back up, blood leaking between his fingers, but with a strong kick to the chest, Paperinik knocked him off balance. The dog fell down and landed on the ground, groaning. The dog tried to get up, but Paperinik stopped him by pressing his boot on his chest, glaring at him as if he was less than dirt.
"WHERE. IS. SHE?"
"Not gonna tell."
Paperinik's eyes flashed with anger, he was about to hit him with his shield, but the dog kicked him in the stomach before he could throw the punch. Stumbling backwards, Paperinik wheezed, not losing his balance. "son of a bitch!"
Then, the large dog charged at him, angry and yelling, his fist up. Paperinik simply stepped to the side, and twisted around in time to grab his fist before he could delivered the blow onto his face, and twisted his hand fiercely, instantly, the dog's face twisted in pain.
Paperinik released the dog's hand after using his knee to jab him in the stomach. Gasping, and even spitting some blood, the dog staggered backwards, eyes blurring.
Before he could think a strategy, Paperinik kicked him in the chin, and he fell again, and this time he didn't seem to getting up anytime soon.
"Avenger, I think that's enough–"
"Never enough" A raspy voice in the back of his head whispered. "keep going…. You WANT it. You NEED it."
"Get up." The masked duck said, in a dangerously icy tone.
The whimpering dog desperately search for something in his jacket, once he found it, he threw it in Paperinik's direction. In his angered estate, the duck didn't bothered to dodge and didn't even flinch when a piercing pain flared from his right shoulder.
"Okay, that's enough we need to–" a voice, blocked from his mind said. He didn't stop, he let this anger control his body.
"Old cape, you're blee–" blocked again. Continue.
"he knows where she is." The voice, the only one clear lulled him forward.
Moving quickly Paperinik punched him twice in the face, his already broken nose cracked. "Oh….. it looks like I fixed your nose."
He gave him a uncanny sweet smile, before he attacked again, this time he kneed him in the chest, and something that Gizmoduck is very sure that he's not going to forget, how something that is not meant to crack, cracked, followed by a blood curdling scream. "Too bad it cost you your ribs."
Paperinik knew better than kicks your enemy when he's down to but for some reason, he can't help himself. He wants this guy to suffer, he needs to get wet in his blood, the information about Kay to be damned, he wants to squeeze the dog's neck.
"Avenger, please–"
"old cape… Donald you–"
"Do it do it do it do it DO IT"
Paperinik smiled, his eyes, a full shade of purple was about to kill a person. And he felt nothing, his eyes blind to everything but his prey. His ears deaf to the pleas and cries from his team and enemies. The dog, the soon to be corpse was too injured to think or even beg, he was always known to be a daredevil, and to taunt any adversary he had. He had heard of how amazing and Skillet fighter Paperinik was, but took his act to the next level, if he was to die, he wanted to go with the fame that the avenger had to get his hands dirty with his blood. But he can't deny he's scared, the man before him, if he can call him that, was more than he was sold to be. His smile, his blank eyes, and the way his shield was glowing, like charging an attack.
Paperinik charged the blaster in his shield, ready to send this bastard into oblivion. The fog in his mind blinding him, numbing his senses, his thirst for blood unbarring.
"Do it….."
"Hazlo…."
"Faça….."
"Fallo….."
Gizmoduck watched as Paperinik charged as much energy as he could on his shield, his eyes not moving from his target. His eyes widened even more when he noticed sparks of lightning erupt from Paperinik's right hand's fingertips. The hispanic duck thought he would have known by now how to handle anything, but he's completely frozen on the spot, practically blinded by the intensity of Paperinik's blaster when it went hurtling towards the dog. He didn't expect that someone would die today, and apparently, neither did the other crooks, since they were terrified beyond belief.
The dog watched as Paperinik gathered up a great amount of energy, coiling it around his shield in a supercharged bolt of energy. The dog closed his eyes, waiting his painful death, but it never came. They remained closed for a while before slowly opening, he fearfully watched Paperinik's eyes suddenly glance to the side and his lips curl into a sickening leer.
Suddenly, he fired his weapon, and the dog was still alive. Despite his own shock, the dog managed to turn his head and saw the new target. A small cloaked figure, a mouse if he guides by the ears on the hood. The dog gasped, his tired mind remembering the name behind the attire. This dude was The apprentice, a fairly skilled mouse, whom hides his identity beneath a hood, some say he's blessed, that luck is always on his side, and if the mouse survives this, then the dog would start to believe his legend, just as he started believe in Paperinik's fame. The long black coat, gloves, and shoes, apparently, this mouse's coat has contortions in the hood for his ears, and the drawstrings on his coat sport Hidden mouse symbols on the tips.
To his bewilderment, the Apprentice didn't dodge the powerful blast, and he could, he had enough time. But the mouse stood firm, and rooted to the ground, he pulled out a….. giant key? If the dog wasn't as terrified as he was, he would've laughed out loud.
The mouse took the hit, blocking it with his key from reaching his chest. The energy of the blast around the….. key? The blade? The…. Keyblade? The mouse, now with his Keyblade charged with Paperinik's attack, was entirely unaware of his body lifting off the ground with the force of the blow. It was so strong, so sharp, so hot, but he had the control of it. Then, he raised his weapon to the sky, the lightning shot out of his Keyblade and shattered through the sky, turning the dark night a blinding blue.
The blinding light lasted for seconds, the dog took that as a opportunity to fled, he fell twice to the ground before he could successfully stand and making a run for it. Half running, half limping the dog was making a fair distance between him and them when he noticed someone. Another mouse, a female one this time, was hiding in the nearby alleyway, behind the dumpsters. She was beautiful, short hair, a pink coat that matched her bow. She was fearfully witnessing the aftermath of the battle, her hand over her mouth, he stopped on his tracks, and on doing so, he scared the hell out of her. Her head snapped in his direction, they made eye contact, she froze, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming. He, gave her a toothy smile, his blood stained teeth made her gag, but he remains smiling, he plans to fulfill his debt with her, a debt that almost kills him. He reaches for his pocket, his hand around the packet, without a second thought, he threw the small box at her.
She gave a small cute 'Eeep!' as she luckily catches it, she looks at him like he's crazy.
"Give that to the Avenger!" he gasped, grimacing at his loose teeth. "And please, ask him to let her know that I fulfilled my debt. "
She nodded, and he nodded back, with that done he "ran" leaving her alone.
Gizmoduck let out a breath he didn't knew he was holding, his hands shaking at the intensity of the fight. The rest of the crooks were shaking as well, and maybe one of them had an 'Accident' judging by the putrid smell.
"Amm, Mr Gizmoduck? Can you help me with something?"
'Aaaand that confirms it.' Gizmoduck thought, annoyed as he called for help.
The Apprentice looked like he was plotting murder, he walked towards the Avenger, even the thought of him made him mad. He doesn't like him, and for sure doesn't trust him, he avoided the mention of him since the trial. In his opinion, he should've have been expelled from his agency and his memory erased, he even voted for that to happen. But in the end his superior was convinced to let the Avenger another chance. It made his blood boil to think, about it, but to be honest it's more about a grudge than an actual crime.
But tonight's events were different, the Avenger almost killed a person of interest and directly attacked him. But, he can't help but think that something more happened, specially now that he's close enough to him to see him. He's eyes were soulless , and his face blank, he looks like he's in some kind of trance. His heart sank, he can recognize mind control anywhere, but luckily he also knows the solution.
Cognitive Recalibration. A hard hit in the head. It's a very unorthodox way, but he doesn't have much time to spare, that and the simple reason he doesn't like him. The Apprentice had retaliated with a hard punch to Paperinik's face, effectively knocking him onto his back and leaving the duck dazed while he drove his foot into the Avenger's ribs, the vigilante struggling to stand for a bit before stopping. He went completely limp, closing his eyes, the Apprentice kept his foot on his for good measure, but eventually remove it, taking a couple of steeps back. Gizmoduck, frightened as he was, felt he should carry his friend back home, but just as he made a move the Avenger moaned in pain.
"Get up." The hooded mouse said, his voice was soft, but menacing. It made Gizmoduck shiver, after seeing the Avenger launching a blast into another living being and starting another fight, he doesn't want to be in the middle.
Paperinik opened his eyes, and the apprentice noticed his eyes.
Hazel.
Hazel, angry and normal eyes.
"Ugh… what the fuck!?" Paperinik cursed, grasping his head in pain. The duck sat up, fighting the urge to throw up as he gazed the man in the hood. "oh. It's you."
"Yeah, it's me." The apprentice told Paperinik, who groaned on the floor. "Come on, get up."
Feeling a little bit guilty about the punch, the mouse offered his hand to Paperinik, to help him stand.
"I don't need your help!" He pushed the hero's hand back, stumbling when he tried to stand up. " ouch! Why in hell did you hit me!?"
"Sorry, not sorry. You were acting creepy, almost killed a dude and…." The apprentice looked towards Paperinik's shoulder. "You have a switchblade on your right shoulder, you should really treat that."
Hazel eyes widened, his eyes moving where the switchblade was. The Apprentice didn't knew what to expect, maybe the Avenger asking for help, but that wasn't the case. Paperinik wrapped his left hand around the hilt of the blade, he clenched his jaw harder and pulled it out in a swift movement. The Apprentice had to turn around to not show his displeasure. Paperinik observed the blade in his hand, then he smirked.
"Hey, do I get to keep this or do you need as an exhibit for your report?" Paperinik asked, unfazed by the new wound he now has. "You know what? I don't care if you need it, I like it, now it's mine."
With that, he closed the switchblade and pocketed it. With difficulty he stood, his legs shaking from the effort, but the duck kept a brave face. Gizmoduck was quick by his side, helping him support his own weight. He looks pathetic, Paperinik knew, but he's not going to show the shame he's feeling.
"okay… Gizmoduck, I'm fine." Paperinik said, Slightly pushing the younger duck away. To his credit, Gizmoduck hesitantly did so, staying near him.
'Bless his soul' He thought to himself, nodding his head appreciation. "Gizmoduck, we're done here. Take this guys, including the party pooper over there–"
"Hey!"
"– back to S.H.U.S.H's headquarters to interrogation process, and inform director L he owns me. Ask Uno for the teleport, so you'll be there quickly."
The Apprentice stayed quiet the entire chat, not snooping or reacting at the way the rude vigilante talks about the director of his work. He watched as the metallic duck gathered all the villains, some of the even relieved to go as far away from older duck. And then, with a flash of light they was gone. With them gone he could finally work, he opened his mouth, but the duck spoke first.
"You're far away from home, Michael." Blood had dripped from Paperinik's nose onto his jumpsuit, and it would be hard to clean off. "What brings you here? Don't you see I'm not presentable, I need to clean up."
Irritated, Mickey yanks his hood down, his face blushing with embarrassment and frustration. They really loathe each other, but the duck always has the upper hand, giving him that attitude. He really hates the fact that he knows his real name, and he doesn't have such precious information, not even a surname.
"You almost killed someone. What was that about?" Mickey scoffs indignantly, the vigilante seems more annoyed about his bloody uniform than the fact he was under some kind of trance. "Your eyes were weird, like under a spell."
"Oh…. That." He said drily. "It's called "Anger daze" I thought you were used to it. After all, Donald has them frequently and I trained him to use that anger with more focus."
His frustration was growing as his patience was dying, but he needs to be with this dude according to Oswald. "We need to talk."
"We're already talking." He replies, crossing his arms.
Mickey leans back, his eyes softer but his voice harsher. "Stop playing stupid games! I need to talk about Don."
Paperinik's smug vanished, his hands balled into fists at his side. "What about him?"
Finally, some progress was being made. But now, his body was feeling the weight of the bad news he was about to share, groaning, Mickey covered his face with his hands. "Donald is in danger, Elias Fog is after him."
The vigilante went dead silent, before saying in a whisper. "This is not the place for this conversation. Tomorrow morning, Duckburg beach, under the pier, 8:00. Don't be late."
Paperinik bowed, and turned to leave, but a female voice stopped him.
"Wait!"
Both stopped, running towards them was Minnie, and she was quite fast in heels. "Avenger, I got something for you."
"I told you to stay in the car!" Mickey scolded her, with no real heat in his words, just worry.
Paperinik gave her a uncharacteristic sweet smile, his body relaxing. "Minerva, good night."
She stood in front of him, her eyes warn. "Good night, Mr. Paperinik. I have something for you."
Mickey frowned, his heart burning with jealously. His wife, elegant as always, put a small jewelry box in his hand. "The Sir you were fighting earlier gave me this, and asked me to let you know that with this his debt is paid."
Paperinik observed the box, opening it carefully and almost expecting a explosion. But, the explosion never came, instead he found a ring, a mood ring to be exact. He took the ring out of the box, dropping it, focusing only in the ring.
Minnie put her hand on Paperinik's shoulder, she leaned over his ear, and whispered. "He also said. Once you found her, you must tell her that his debt is done."
Minnie, bless her heart, always knows what to do or say. She knew this information is a secret and very important, willing to keep it from her husband.
"Thank you." He says to her, then turned to Mickey. "Remember, eight A.M and…–"
He gave Minnie a quick sad mischievous smile. "Sorry for this…. But I need to get even with your man."
After that, Paperinik moved towards Mickey, who held his stern gaze, and without any warning, Paperinik leaned over to punch him in the nose, twice.
Mickey staggered backwards, and fell, clenching his nose."
"Mickey!" cried Minnie, already knelt by his side.
"I did it on purpose, but I didn't mean to." Paperinik said, pouting as he said. "Sorry!"
"Okay, okay, we're even." He said, as Paperinik starred menacingly at him.
"Good."
It only took a few seconds for the married couple to collect themselves, but it was a few seconds too late, as Paperinik had already seized the opportunity, and was jumping up to the rooftops.
"Bastard." Mickey cursed, after all his preparations to not get blood on his clothes, he ended up not only with that but also a possibly broken nose.
He really hates that dude, but not more than he loves Donald.
[•••••]
A few hours later.
The moon was at its highest point, the city was still under a thin layer of snow, a chill breeze blowing through her house window. Despite the cold wind, the traitorous spy was wearing a very revealing nightgown, that left almost nothing to the imagination. She was reading a book, sipping on her glass of wine, not taking her gaze away from her book, not even when a strong breeze came through her open window.
She was alone in her room, her eyes stare at the page, but in this particular night she felt her conscious stall, she heard footsteps on the floor, she knew it wasn't a rat. That's when Mister Donald Duck walked back into my life.
"Arianna." He said with a whisper, not using his voice modulator, but his real voice. That aroused something within her, after a year without him, she's yearning for him.
"Donald….. What are you doing here?" He doesn't say anything, he just moved closer to her.
She saw all the noticeable changes on him, she can see he's a bit taller and muscular, so that meant he's out kicking ass more frequently. His uniform is different too, now instead of his tiny sailor hat, a large black sailor hat and much longer black cape, the fabric looking like thin metal. Brand New it must've looked awesome, but tonight is not the case. It's torn from several parts, partially burned and there's blood on it. Donald doesn't look too well either, he looks tired, beaten and drained.
Quite an odd, but she brush it off. She notices the bruised nose and some gashes on his face which aches her heart. Knowing that his injuries must've come from the brute she sent to lure him here, she's surprised that the mutt could even land a punch on him, let alone giving him this injuries. But then again, Donald loves to play with his food, holding his power back just to not destroy the self respect some bandits have. Silently, she offer him a glass of wine, as she puts in motion the next step of her plan, to discuss. Her heart is burning for him, and that heat increased when she heard about the pamphlet, she wants to have him, to hold him down, to posses his very soul for herself, not sharing with anyone.
But, she's in the middle of a job, and must obey if she wants that big payment, but that doesn't mean she can't warn him a little, and if he doesn't want to listen, then, at least she can have a bit of the forbidden fruit he is. And apparently, Donald wants something similar, he announce his reasoning of why coming to the house of one of the most wanted enemy so late at night, alone.
"Arianna, I know you are an agent of honor." He said, referring to her current loyalty. "I'm so sorry to bother you at home, but I don't know where to go, and I came here all alone… I want closure."
Arianna felt Donald's hand grabbing her own with a light blush on his face. She was verily confuse, as she didn't prepare herself for what was about to happen next, not used to Donald taking the lead on this kind of thing, especially after the affair.
"Since I let you go S.H.U.S.H' has been doing me wrong, beating me, framing me, mistreating me…." He complains. "Suddenly he's up and back, I don't have the means to fight him on."
He doesn't need to say the name, he already knows who's he's talking about. So, he's stubborn on his mission, that means, they're going to be enemies once more.
She smirks, offering her a loan. "I offer you a to "walk" through his plan."
Donald is not stupid as the rest of the people paint him to be, he knows that there's a price. A price that even though his heart is shattered for his ex– fiancé, his heart and his soul was tired of the loneness.
"You're too kind, Madame." He released her hand, and she moved across the room.
Arianna gave him a small identification card that she had stolen away, just a few hours before and a USB drive. She moved away, sat in the bed as she said.
"That one's on me, sir."
Then she said, "well, you should head back home."
He turned red, he led himself to her bed, sat next to her, she let her legs spread and said.
"Stay?"
"Hey…" He stutters.
"Hey…"
That's when both began to pray to some god they no longer believe on.
"Lord, show me how to say no to this." He whisper, his mind telling him no, but his body telling him yes.
"I don't know how to say no to this…." Arianna was having the same doubts as him, she wants this, but at what price. But goodness, he looks so helpless and his body's screaming, "hell, yes"
"Whoa..." Donald blushed, she makes him feel wanted, desirable, something Daisy never did. His will power was fading. 'Oh show me how to say….'
'No to this' She thought, her body leaning towards him, her hands on his shoulders.
In his mind, he's trying to go…..
'Go! Go! Go!' Goofy's voice ringing in his mind, but he's not here, he's safe….. he's away.
Then her mouth is on his, and he don't say… no.
'Nooooooo!' Now it's Uno's voice.
'Nooooooo!' Panchito's
'Yes'
'Yes'
'Noooo!' José's
'Nooooooo!' Mickey's
"Yes." He says as he deepens the kiss.
"Yes!" She moaned, letting herself melt down in his arms.
[Here's where they get naughty]
[Aqui es donde hacen el delicioso, el sin respeto.]
It was too fast, one second they were fully alert for any sign of an attack, and in the next second she was between Donald's legs. His arms around her waist as she lays on top of his bare body, that almost made her snap out of her horny daze. Apparently, he must've undone her nightgown as she unbutton his suit during the time both went blank.
Donald was feeling his entire body heating up and having his face turning into cherry red. They were passionately kissing, their tongues fighting for dominance, then he suddenly stopped. He wasn't sure why, but the mental image of Daisy flashed in his mind, he wanted to escape from the grasp of her arms but just couldn't, he turned his back, trying to hold it together. As an Agency agent and Arianna being a traitorous double agent they shouldn't be doing something so treacherous. Not to mention, Donald still have the kids to think on, if he gets caught, he'll be executed and he can't let himself be the one to break their heart.
Already lost a mother, then lose their uncle, he was the least favorite, but he knew he meant something to them. Reaching toward the abandoned suit on the floor to redress, but before getting to grasp on the fabric. Arianna held him from behind, his heart accelerating and his body heating once more.
He moaned, feeling her lips just leaving butterflies kisses from across his neck to his bare shoulders. He barely acknowledged that his suit had slipped from his hand, his body was bare, and Arianna had stripped his clothes off his body. Donald was left in a very intimate position, and despite wanting this, the ghost of his ex is holding him, not just his family leaving him in almost tears. Arianna seductively turned him around, he gazed the woman, making eye contact, admiring her grey blueish eyes. But, also taking delight at her bare chest, her round and generous breast, her toned abdomen, and her muscular yet feminine body.
He lunges for her face and she catches the back of his head in her hands, cradling him gently while their beaks rock in a rough kiss. He's already made the decision to be committed to this, but he has to ask.
"Why now?"
Arianna's expression changed, turning ferocious. "Because I'm angry, Donald. Angry at everything and everyone."
"Me too." Donald admits running, his calloused palm down Arianna's abdomen, Arianna covers his hand with her own, guiding it up her breast. He blushed madly, Daisy had never done this before, she was so "shy" and just wanted to do the basic and be done with it.
At least with him she was shy, with Gladstone she was another woman. He was sick of himself, for having revenge sex, for still wanting to try win Daisy back. For using Arianna, for loving her, she, the only person he was almost willing to leave the kids behind, the only one he was willing to leave Daisy for. Part of him wants to run, and go back to fully forgive Daisy, to spend his last days promising pure love. It wouldn't have been about "love" anyway, it would have been out of duty, duty to the love he once felt exclusive for her.
He wants to laugh, he's so glad and so sad at his luck, the irony of his current situation. He has the chance to choose again, for the third time in his life, the first time he picked Daisy over Arianna. That time when his fiancée was mad at him and left for a while, he ran after her, to beg, during that time Arianna flirted openly and he played dumb. The second time was about a year or so, that time when she had to kill a S.H.U.S.H. agent in order to safe him, Arianna had betrayed The Agency and was on the run. When he managed to catch her, she proposed to him an alliance, fled together and forget about the past. Donald knew it wasn't just work and freedom what she was offering. Again, he picked someone else over her, the kids, and just the kids.
And now this time, sadly it's too late for the whole deal, she's fully committed to her new life, but she's willing to make an exception tonight. And now, he's taking her over everyone else. Simple choice, with Daisy, it'd be another way for her to get back to the top, have good reputation and him being admired to have the heart to forgive a cheater. With Arianna, it's a way for both of them to pull the middle finger at everyone, get revenge and fulfill a long forgotten and frustrated crush.
Donald knows which side he'd rather be on. Arianna was on his neck, leaving love bites, her hand down on his privates, doing a wonderful job.
"What'd they do to you, Donald?" Arianna's indignation on his behalf was always fierce, something he loved about her. She always told him he deserved better, better girlfriend, better family, better allies.
"Gave me everything in the world, making me believe I was on the top, then they took it away. What about you?" His blue eyes shine with furious tears he's barely containing. Arianna isn't looking at him when he speaks, her mouth still working against his neck, her hands moving, but Donald knows she hears him.
She moves close to Donald, her breasts compressing against him, she sat over his privates, finally getting penetrated. Donald's pleasure grew, he whispered, his sounds muffled by her mouth. She pulls away with a jerk, leaving Donald whining in protest, he wraps an arm around her back, holding her against him, she's moving up and down, her mind focused on the deed.
"They never gave me anything at all." She said, her face cracks a bitter smile.
'Not even you' Was left unsaid, but Donald knows she's angry at him.
He gave her the saddest glare he ever gave, his eyes glassy with tears. He kissed her forehead, that broke her dam, she sobbed.
They were breathing heavily, but soon slapped themselves into action. They continue, she lays her head on his chest, just letting his heart beating soothe her.
"Do you think S.H.U.S.H. will throw a fit after your performance tonight?" She asks, gasping in delight at Donald's movements.
"Oh? Do you think they already have the footage?" Her smile widens.
"Do you doubt it? With Scrooge motherfucking Mcduck as one of the top tier agent?" Arianna tucks her chin, flashing a dangerous glare. "They're broadcasting this to Ludwig already. Half of the city is owned by Scrooge, therefore S.H.U.S.H. must have easy access to the city security cameras."
"Hmmn…." He mumbled, now him being the one kissing and sucking her neck, that being a sensitive spot.
"Besides…" She continues. "This sparkling gold city is a prison for any no S.H.U.S.H. related agent, they never held unless you're one of them. Of course you were watched."
Donald pulled back, looking at her with a dead serious face. That, until he suddenly grabbed her breast and squeezed it, exclaiming:
"HONK!"
Arianna blushed, but he laughed regardless. "You nasty one. Get over here!"
Sharing fiercer kisses here and there, both putting a lot of attention the lips, neck, and other sort of area. Arianna noticed a rare looking pendant around Donald's neck.
A golden locket.
During the fuss it opened by itself to hear a melody that made her freeze for a moment. Just staring at the rare locket, it seemed to glow as it played. Her hands were shaking slightly as she shutting it close, not even asking, just wanting to get this over. That music felt like it was mocking her, reminding her of the love she could never have.
She caressed his cheek, her eyes enjoying his eyes, the electric blue that only spoke power. She was just….
'Helpless!'
(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
'Looking into his eyes and the sky's the limit'
(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
'I'm helpless'
(Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey)
Donald saw Arianna smile sadly while closing his pendant, her face showing regret for a second before giving him the most lovesick one. They continued the deed, as the male duck's heart tighten a bit knowing fully well that Arianna loved her, and he loves her. But he chose Daisy, dreaming of a wonderful married life, hoping for Daisy to grow up the 'Bratty princess' phase, that never happened, of course.
He has come to terms with what happened when she left, and married someone else, even now he's still heartbroken after all these years. Now, in the middle of sex, with another woman, his future murderer he's daydreaming about the life he always wanted.
'Will I ever be satisfied?'
(Down for the count, and I'm drowning' in them)
'She will never be satisfied'
He wants to heal, he wants to be better, wants a house with children of his own. He wants to forgive Gladstone and Scrooge, not only for his sake, but for theirs and the kids', he wants them to be looked after.
He wants to get over Daisy, he still loves her, but that can change.
That must change.
A single tear rolled down his cheek before brushing it away in order not to let her know.
Throughout the entire night, he spent it with Arianna just letting her pleasuring him and him pleasuring her. Donald, Just forgetting about Daisy, Scrooge, Gladstone, the kids. Basically just everyone he have ever knew as he and Arianna were doing it in her bed. At her house, where her comrades could've walk in on them, but they didn't care. He was alone and she was longing for companion, easy deal.
[End of the scene.]
After they were done, she was curled tightly into his chest, Arianna's breath warmed the feathers of his chest. Her legs were hooked around his, also warm beneath the sheets, her eyes were closed. Her bed was big, even bigger than Scrooge's he was committing treason, but he could hold her like this forever. This day had been hard and long, and tomorrow was going to be worse, but as for today he was grateful that it was over. Arianna wasn't asleep, he knew, her eyes were closed and her breathing slowing, but knowing. Her delicate hands brushed his pendant, he could even pretend that they're a happy couple, and not soon to be enemies. Donald pulled up his chin to look at Arianna, kissing her sweaty forehead and laying his cheek on her head.
"I didn't do this for you. You didn't do it for me." She muttered, not looking at him.
Donald nods, feeling her muscles tense. "Yes, we did it for our own sake, for what it could have been."
"I know Uno will understand that."
Donald snorted, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, right."
Arianna moved his face closer to Donald's, their noses touching. Usually, he would never allow someone else to get so close to him, loving Donald was a privilege and she had the honor of being his, at least for tonight.
"The card I gave you, was a gift, for our partnership." She said, sharp as a knife. "As for the drive, you payment was your body."
"Are you going to hurt me?"
She shook her head. " No. Tonight's a parlay."
"Are you going to choke me?"
Donald didn't cringed when Arianna snuck her hand to his neck and was squeezing, not enough to hinder breathing, just enough to show him she could. "But know this….. Make sure I don't find you when you infiltrate the facility, because if I do….."
Silence, only their breathing could be heard.
"I'll kill you."
Donald breathed heavily through his mouth, bringing his lips closer to Arianna's.
His thumb stroked her cheek. "I know."
[End of chapter 11]
Notes:
• The trial was a consequence Donald had to face when he let Kay go that night, indirectly causing the death of a S.H.U.S.H agent.
• Oswald and Donald have an okay relationship, since both were called " The problem child" by Mickey's father, Walter.
• Mickey used his KH organization XIII attire, that because I want him to hide his identity, as I did with Goofy. The Apprentice name is after the short "The sorcerer's apprentice."
• Mickey has a very Rocky relationship with Paperinik, leaning towards hate on his part. Most of it comes from envying his skills, fame and "Friendship" with Donald.
• Mickey and Paperinik used to work together, along with a third party *hint hint* and that third party was the one keeping the peace among them.
• As Paperinik, Donald can get out all of his frustration, even with his personal relationships. AKA Scrooge, Gladstone and Mickey. Since Mickey can be unconsciously condescending with Donald, he can finally stand up for himself to shut Mickey up.
• Arianna is Kay's real name, Red Primrose is her new alias.
• Kay and Donald were secretly in love with each other almost from the beginning, but Donald was more loyal to Daisy, and never dated to leave her.
• I don't hate Daisy, actually, there's some incarnation of her that I love, like quak pack and DT17.
• This Daisy is based on the one we see on Paperinik's comics and Legend of the three Caballeros series. She was a total player and manipulative jerk, jumping to conclusions and going out with other man just to spite Donald. If I had known DT17 was going to introduce such an amazing incarnation of the character I would've used that one instead, and make the story work. But oh well, Daisy is going to be going for a "redemption" ark for her.
Comparing version of Daisy because I can.
DT17 Daisy: Donald is a king!
LoTTC Daisy: If he breaths he's a Simp!
And with a battle cry, they tackled each other.