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Lain's fanfics page 2
Author: Lain
Title: In the Darkness
Pairings: ?+2, 1+2, 3+4, (others)
Warnings: What are the ratings for those cheap horror movies? O.K., that with yaoi thrown in. Disclaimers: No ownerships or profit being made. No G-boys under my bed. I've looked they're not there.
Archive: Those who can tolerate my writings! Okay, people. I know I'm supposed to be working on the sequels of my other two unfinished fics but I really need to put this down before I forget. I just woke up from a nightmare. Let me tell you, that I woke up scrambling for a light, *any* light (the T.V. was the closest).
Still what's scary to me may not be scary to you and considering I'm a wimp so...
Duo: Can we go now? Me and the others have plans this weekend.
NO!! Please don't leave! What if *it* comes back?
Duo: Fine.
Heero: Hn.
Trowa: ...
Wufei: Weak, onna.
Quatre: Sure, um, for how long?
Forever?
All:
lain Likey, yes? ^___^ Likey, no? :(
Pairings: ?+2, 1+2, 3+4, (others)
Warnings: What are the ratings for those cheap horror movies? O.K., that with yaoi thrown in.
Duo:
/Solo. Who's Solo? That lucky bastard./ *~*~ "Hey, kid. Don't cry 'cause I'll see ya again," Solo weakly smiled up at Duo's tear-streaked face. "Don't leave me, please. Onegai, I'll get the meds and everythin' will be ok," Duo hysterically rambled. He scrubbed the tears away with the back of his hand but more came. "Promise, 'k? I'll be back. I'll get it just don't leave... 'k? Solo-Solo? Please!" "Kid, I?ll see ya again just stay alive and I'll be back for ya." Solo reached for Duo's shaking hands and gave it a squeeze. "Have I ever lied ta ya?" Solo softly chuckled. "No..." Duo gave a half-hearted grin. /Solo never lies-Solo never lies-Solo never lies..../ Duo repeated the litany in his mind because he knew it was true. Solo never failed him before. "I'll always have your back, kid. Promise me you'll be here when I come back? Ya know I love ya." Solo reached to wipe a falling tear off Duo's face with a slender finger. He took Duo's hand and pressed it to his lips. With one last smile, his hands went limp. "Yeah, promise...Solo...I love you,too," Duo sobbed. He gripped Solo's lax hands as the prone figure faded away to the darkness leaving behind the kneeling boy alone in the black void. *~*~ "Class, please welcome..." the teacher began to say but was rudely interrupted by an indignant shriek. "Itai! Heero, what the hell! Not the braid!" Duo screeched as he got up from his seat clutching his scalp. "Mr. Maxwell, please! Sit down!" the teacher shouted and was rewarded with an 'eep' from Duo. All around giggles and snickers were heard and one suspiciously from Heero. /Hn. Baka./ Duo ducked his head. He glared at the smirking Heero through the folds of his arms on his desk. "You're SO gonna get it spandex-boy. When I'm done..." Duo leaned over as he whispered near Heero's ear oblivious to the shivers it caused in the cobalt-eyed boy. "Maxwell! See me after class!" the teacher fumed. "Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am." Duo sent one last glare at the still smirking Heero before resting his head on his arms. The exasperated teacher straightened her frazzled nerves and cleared her throat. "Class." She gave a pointed glare at Duo. "As I was saying we have a new student. Please make him feel at home," the teacher gently nudged the new student to step forward, "please introduce yourself." "Hi. The name's Solo. Pleased to meet 'cha!" Solo grinned, fixated on the ducked head of one Duo Maxwell; willing him to raise his head. *** Duo unaware of the going -ons as the teacher spoke to introduce the new student. Still with his head on his folded arms, his ears perked up as he heard a familiar voice. /Hmm. Sounds like Solo./ Curiosity got the better of him, Duo slowly lifted his head. "Hi. The name's Solo. Pleased to meet 'cha!" /Solo?! Solo?!?!/ Duo flew out of his chair and knocked it in the process. "Solo!! Oh, my go....." Duo's eyes rolled to the back of his head and promptly fainted. The last thing he saw was Heero's concerned eyes looming over him. Heero growled low in his throat and fixed a stern glare at the new boy. /Solo? So he's that bastard./
lain
It's just me. I know disappointed, aren't you?
Anyhoo, the boys are out hunting for IT.
I have some plans for hi-, er, the thing.
Archive: Those who can tolerate my writings!
Here's the Pockies I promised.
All: Sugoi! Well, minna, here's my muse.
, someone needs to be disciplined.
IT:
Author: lain Title: In the Darkness Pairings: ?+2, 1+2, 3+4, (others) Warnings: What are the ratings for those cheap horror movies? O.K., that with yaoi thrown in. Disclaimers: No ownerships or profit being made. No G-boys under my bed. I've looked they're not there. Archive: Those who can tolerate my writings!
*~*~ "Jeez, Kid. Sleep all day why don't 'cha!" "Solo? Wha..." Duo's dazed state was clearly etched on his face. "Who did you expect? Heero?" Solo knelt down next to the confused boy. "Huh? What are..." Duo was even more confused by the mention of his stoic partner. /Why did he say Heero's name?/ "Ya don't remember do ya?" Solo asked in a low tone, suspicious. "What's Heero got to do with anythin'? I don't understand," Duo's brows furrowed together in frustration. "*So* ya really don't remember?" Solo frowned. "What the Hell are you talking about?!" Duo shouted. "Precisely," the blond gave a knowing smirk "Solo! Come on, man! What's going on?" the violet-eyed boy asked, exasperated. "Don't worry! I'll tell ya!" Arms up in a placating manner to the other. "Where am I? Where's everyone?" The Deathscythe pilot scanned his surroundings. "Just get your ass in gear and wake-up." Solo scrambled to his feet and gave a chaste kiss on Duo's forehead. "I'll see ya, 'k?" The retreating figure yelled back as he faded in the darkness, a glimpse of his true form was seen and the flap of his wings heard; but all gone unnoticed by the still bewildered Duo. "I'm asleep?" muttered the braided-boy, looking at the black void around him. "Oh, great! Where's the Perfect Soldier when you need him? Heero?" Duo shouted at the now desolate plane.*~*~
"Heero?" a weak voice caught both boy's attention.
**** Duo slowly opened his eyes only to be faced again with a familiar face he saw only mere moments ago. "Solo?! Oh...my...god...," Duo fluttered his eyes closed and slumped on Solo's arms. "Kid," Solo fondly ruffled Duo's head and softly chuckled, "don't faint on me again." The violet-eyed boy opened his eyes to look up at the one holding him. "But aren't you? I-I mean...h-how?" Duo stammered. "Um, let's talk about this later," Solo whispered near Duo's ear as he glanced down at the seated Heero. "We've got some catching up to do." The blond smirked as the Japanese boy's back stiffened at the statement. /Jealous, aren't we? Too bad. I've waited so long for this./ Solo stroked the top of Duo's head. /Too long and I'm not the only one./****
/Who does he think he is? That bastard!/ Heero gritted his teeth. His folded arms on his chest strategically hid his tightly clenched fists. /I have to leave before I create any irreparable damage./ "Duo?" He cleared his throat. "Duo. I'm returning to the dorm." Heero said walking to the door. /I guess, I never really had a chance./ Heero glanced back at the two embracing figures on the table, he turned the doorknob and slipped out of the room. "Huh?" Duo looked up from Solo's entwined arms around him. "Where'd Heero go?" "Beats me, kid." Solo grinned. "Solo, how'd you get here?" Duo disentangled from his best friend. "Oh, ya hurt me, Kid. I thought ya missed me. Here I am, promised to be back for ya and you 'aint even happy to see me." Solo dramatically placed his hand on his heart. Duo rolled his eyes at his best friend's antics. He jumped from his perch on the examining table and stood in front of his still playing friend. "Oh my heart. You wound me, Kid. Ya wound me. Awww, the humanity..the...hu~maa~nity," Solo grinned up at the gundam pilot from his fetal position on the floor. "Of course, I missed you! You've been gone for so long," the braided-boy knelt by the prone figure, smiling. His eyes went from overjoyed to close to tears as he spoke, "You died in my arms, Solo. You promised me you wouldn't leave. B-but you went away and l-left me behind," Duo looked down at Solo, sobbing. His tears falling on the other boy's cheek, making pattering sound as it made contact. The blond boy was close to tears himself. /No! He doesn't remember, he doesn't remember. So all these years he thought I left him! My God./ Solo reached with shaking fingers to wipe Duo's tears. "I'm so sorry, Kid. I'm so very sorry. /I promised to never leave you again. I'll make it up to you, I promise./ "Christ, I'm blubbering like a baby," the violet eyed boy furiously swiped at his still flowing tears, chuckling half-heartedly. "Forget it man. It doesn't matter; I'm just glad you're back," Duo stood on his feet and helped the other up. "Kid, you deserve an explanation. But for now, let's start where we left off," Solo leered as he dipped Duo in his arms and proceeded to plunder the shorter youth's mouth. "Uh, right. Explain...later," Duo dazedly slurred up at the youth above him. Both were unaware by the creaking of a closing door. /K'so. Damn him!/
**** /He didn't even hear me. He didn't even look up. Heero no baka, you only have yourself to blame. All those times you've treated him so badly: telling him to shut-up all the time; threatening to kill him, that would make anyone hate you. If I only had listened to him that day.../
#### Duo shifted on his feet, fidgeting with the end of his braid. /Duo, you have to do this. You *must* do this. Shinigami never backs down from a fight!/ Resolve strengthen he proceeded to head for battle. "Ano, Heero? Can I talk to you?" Duo asked, stepping in to the room. His voice somehow steady despite his nervous fidgeting. "Hn. You've been talking all day. Asking you to shut-up apparently doesn't work," Heero said in monotone, not even looking away from typing on his laptop. He didn't even look up to see Duo's pained expression from his harsh words. "Right," Duo choked, "this is important, Hee-chan, please..." "Baka. Don't call me that," Heero finally looked up to glare at Duo. "G-gomen, Heero. But this is important, please..." "Baka. Just hurry up then, we have a meeting in a few minutes and I still have to send this report. Hurry, you're wasting my time!" Heero scowled. "Sumimasen. HeeroIhavefeelingsforyou," Duo said in one breath. He braced himself for a blow physically or verbally, and even the chance appearance of a gun. None came but silence. Heero raised an eyebrow in suprise. /He cares for me? He can't, this will endanger the missions and...him. Weakness such as this is not an option from either of us./ The dark-haired boy didn't show any evidence of the internal battle in his mind on his face; instead, spat out: "Hn. Baka. That is a weakness that can be easily exploited in the times of war." "I-I'm sorry, Heero. I just wanted to let you know 'cause we could die tomorrow and..." "Enough! This discussion is pointless, feelings are not needed in a war," Heero stood from his seat, his back from Duo's position by the door. Duo took a step back, ready to bolt at any time. "I shouldn't have...sorry, I'm sorry..." Duo turned on his heel and swiftly left the room. Heero was left in the room only with the illumination of the computer screen. His fists clenched tightly on his desk, head bowed. Tears glistening on his cheeks. /Feelings are not needed...feelings is a weakness...I'm sorry, Duo. I rather have your hatred than your love, I'm not worth it. Don't waste your love on me./ #### /I shouldn't have done that. I should have told him that I cared for him. What hurts most was he acted his normal, baka self the next day; laughing and joking with rest of the pilots. No one noticed the light died in his eyes. And I made it worse when I left for a mission to avoid him./ Heero slumped against the wall by the nurse's door. His arms hugging his knees. /Nevertheless, Duo is still my partner. I still need to watch his back as he does mine and Solo... I don't trust him./ Worry for his partner alone in a room with a "close" friend, the Wing pilot got up and headed for the door. He turned the doorknob to peer in and what he saw made him see red. /K'so. Damn him!/
Tbc... C&C's, please. How was it? I have a feeling this would be looong, ideas keep popping up all the time and of all places was in church! Go figure! lain I finished this part sometime ago and have been diligently working on part 6.
Don't mind hi...er, what are you?
O-Okay.
Author: lain Title: In the Darkness Pairings: ?+2, 1+2, 3+4, (others) Warnings: What are the ratings for those cheap horror movies? O.K., that with yaoi thrown in. Disclaimers: No ownerships or profit being made. No G-boys under my bed. I've looked they're not there. Archive: Those who can tolerate my writings! **** =scene change
"Mmmmm," Duo couldn't but help moan from the passionate kiss. "That was, uh..."the flushed violet-eyed boy breathed and smiled up the other. "Amazing," Solo finished giving a knowing grin, just as flushed and breathless. "It will always be like this," Solo breathed through the chestnut hair. Duo smiled against the other's sturdy shoulder, reveling in the familiar feel of being within the blonde's warm embrace. /Safe. Solo will keep me safe. He'll protect me, he'll always does just like before./ "Solo?" "Yeah?" "I need to tell you something," Duo peered from the covers of his bangs. "Nah, Kid. *We* need to talk," Solo crooked a forefinger under the smaller boy's chin, so they were gazing at one another. "A lot has changed since..." he looked away, unable to continue. Silence continued between the two, feeling awkward in the situation. Both unsure how to go about. Both having secrets that will inevitably change their lives for the better or for worse. /Duo, doesn't know half of it,/ Solo grimly thought. /But it's out of my hands. I'm just here to make sure there's no trouble./ "Hey," Duo gave a weak grin. He swung an arm around the taller boy's shoulder. "How about some grub?" "Sure," Solo smiled, glad at the escape from the uncomfortable silence. "Hmm. Let's see," Duo looked at his watch, "Lunch is almost time, guess we head to the cafeteria then, and meet some of the guys!" Duo beamed at the thought. /Guys?/ "Duo?" the blond asked, uncertain. /I don't have much long before.../ Solo turned to glanced down at the beaming boy. /Damn./ "Why not?" he relented. "Sugoi! You'll love them." Duo bounded up ahead, leading the way to the cafeteria with Solo trailing not far behind. /I guess things never change./ the blond smiled wistfully. "Oi, Duo! How about the nurse?" Solo shouted at the bouncing bundle of energy up ahead. "Oops." Duo ran back and poked his head in the nurse's office and yelled: "Feel better, bye!" The still seated nurse only shook her head. **** Slender fingers rapped impatiently against an arms rest. A figure enshrouded in black reached for the jeweled goblet he had just set down, swirling it absently. Deep in thought, some of the wine spilt on his leather-clad lap. A smile curved his lips. /Now, let's see how he is progressing./ A wave of his hand, a portal appeared before him. What he saw marred his face with worry. **** The cafeteria was typically loud and busy as in any other schools. Students milling about looking for seats. Shouts from friends calling to join them or saving seats for friends. The rest of the pilots was seated at the back for 'security reasons' Heero said. It would not do to have top-secret information be heard by those not intended for them. And one is currently being discussed ... "...and so what happened?"
Quatre said, eyes wide as saucers. He leaned forward on the table, mesmerized by the story. "I gave his wallet back," Wufei answered, deadpanned and smirked at Quatre's clear disappointment in the story. /Childish? Yes. Fun? Absolutely!/ "Wufei," Trowa gave a warning glare at the black-haired pilot. He placed a comforting hand on the disappointed pilot's shoulder. "Gomen, the lack of missions has been getting to me. I need some excitement, a distraction, someone to occupy me between the lull," Wufei replied and his face lit up with a thought, "Where's Maxwell?" /I'm in the mood for a good verbal sparring./ "I don't know, I haven't seen him since first," Quatre answered distractedly as he scrutinized the edibility of his lunch. "..." Trowa shrugged, and turned to Quatre guessing what sort of meat the fair-haired boy was holding up for inspection. "Yuy?" He turned to the Japanese boy, eating mechanically at the end of the table, not bothering to guess the mystery meal with the other two. "He's in the nurse's" Heero replied, monotoned. "What?" everyone jumped to their feet, questions of concern directed to the Japanese boy. "He shouldn't be alone considering we are so close to an Oz base," Quatre was worried. /I know things haven't been well between the two for a while lately. / "He's fine," Heero retorted sharply, hands gripping the fork he held. "I'll go check on him," Quatre was surprised, but did not back down from Heero's vehement response. "No need. He's not alone," Heero muttered sourly, turning back to his lunch. "Still I'll go make sure.." Quatre made a move to leave. "Hey, Q-man! Where ya goin'?? I just got here," Duo slapped the smaller blond playfully on the back. "Food that bad, huh?" Duo looked at the food in question and made a face. "It's food, right?" He looked to others for confirmation but all eyes were on his companion. "Duo? Who's your friend?" Quatre coyly asked, face staining pink. Trowa's visible eye twitched ever so slightly. Duo saw and grinned. "Well, my man this is my very good friend, Solo," he shoved the taller boy to the front. "Hi," Solo greeted. "Hello," Wufei gave a curt nod. "..." Trowa greeted, barely a head movement. /He's spoken for,/ referring to the still ogling Quatre, and sighed. "Uh, hi," Quatre flashed a smile. /He's so...he's so...damn!/ Solo smirked at the other's reactions. /The little one's cute but I think he's taken./ His suspicions were proven by the brown-haired boy pulling the smaller boy closer to him and wrapping a possessive arm around the other. /Yup, taken. That's fine with me,/ he glanced at Duo prodding whatever it was on the plate, and fondly smiled. "And you already met Mr. Quiet," Duo tossed his head in the direction at the end of the table. Heero scowled, not liking one bit of the teasing tone in Duo. "Hn."****
The shadowy figure thoughtfully gazed at the scene. /This might be difficult. By the looks of these boys they might put up a fight./ He smiled at the thought, absently twirling a long, silky lock of dark hair. /Who can blame them?/ "No matter," he said to no one in particular. His rich baritone voice echoed, bouncing on the jagged walls of the cavern. "He's gone for too long," he turned back at the smiling face, "yes, too long." **** "What do you think about 'em?" Duo asked. "Who?" Solo asked. "My friends. They're a great bunch of guys, huh?" the violet-eyed boy smiled. "Yeah, they are. The blond kid's nice but I don't think the rest liked me much," the blond shrugged. "Don't mind them," Duo dismissed it with a wave of his hand. It was Saturday and the two decided to spend sometime together to get 'reacquainted' and was on their way back to the campus from the park. "They're just those strong, silent types," Duo continued, licking his ice-cream cone. "R-Right," Solo choked at the way Duo was going at it on the cone. "You want some?" Duo innocently, eyes wide. "Quit teasin'" Solo laughed, tackling Duo to the ground. "Solo! You'll make me drop it." "Then you shouldn't tease a guy." Both boys rolled around on the leaf-covered ground, laughing; ice cream forgotten. **** High above the two laughing boys a dark shadow watched in barely controlled fury. /How can he act like that?/ Heero turned away from the open window in disgust. Heero had been putting his considerable skills in obtaining information ever since the two boys left for their outing. He had hacked his way in the L2 database searching for anything about the person named Solo. Heero snorted at the security. /Nothing can keep me away from my mission./ And this particular mission was by far the most important than any other for this concerned his love for a certain violet-eyed boy. He was in luck, he encountered articles concerning about the Plague from snippets of information he remembered of Duo's past. It read: Local gangs died in Plague. Heero sifted through all the visual archives and found Solo's composite among the dead. /The dead can't just come back to life./ ****
Duo returned to his shared dorm room after walking Solo to his door. "Hey, Heero! You've been here all day?" he asked playfully at the seated boy in front of the laptop. "You should get out man. The weather's so nice." Duo flopped down on his bed, taking off his shoes. "Solo and me..." Heero's back visibly twitched at the name, "Ya OK man?" He got up and went to Heero's side. /You shouldn't care---he hurt you. Damn it, but I still do./ The dark-haired boy abruptly stood up, wrenching away the arms on his shoulders. "What do you know about this Solo?" Heero coldly questioned. "Huh?" Duo scratched his head, confused "Well, he's my best friend," saying like it was common knowledge. "I was in a gang with him as the leader on L2. He found me when I was small when..." Duo choked at the end, then continued. "Anyway, what's any of it to you?" Duo demanded, suddenly feeling defensive under all this scrutiny of Heero's icy glare boring into him. "Oh, I get it, now. You're jealous." He flinched at the glare by Heero but pressed on. 'Yes' the cobalt-eyed boy militantly thought but did not wished for Duo to ever know. "Look I still care for you but..." He looked down for a moment and looked up evenly at Heero. "I've lost him before I'm not going to lose him again." In the back of his mind, Duo's unsettling thoughts reared its ugly head. The logical side of him could not simply forget about Solo's unexplained, sudden appearance. /He did die in my arms, right?/ he thought. /There's no other explanation for it unless I...damnit, I'm not really sure anymore./ No one could have survived that Plague, maybe except him. But Duo have been doing an excellent job pushing these disturbing thoughts firmly tucked behind his mind. "Duo." "What?" the violet-eyed boy whipped his head away from the others gaze, willing the tears at bay. "The dead can't come back to life, Duo," Heero replied, "It goes against logic." "How would *you* know that?" Duo growled, glancing at the glowing laptop screen. "You've been looking him up?" he asked dubiously. He read the headline on the screen and saw the prone body of a memory he had been willing himself for years now to never picture again---Solo's dead body, lying prone on a squalid street of one of the many slums of L2. Enraged beyond reason, he lunged at Heero, knocking the Japanese boy down. The latter was caught off guard but quickly recovered control of the thrashing boy above him. "Duo, I care for you and this Solo person is not who claims to be," Heero said as he struggled with Duo. "You don't know shit about him, you don't know shit about me," Duo spat out, thrashing from Heero's vise-like grip on his wrists. "You're wrong Duo. I know about your past. I know about your life on the streets. I know about the Maxwell Church, the massacre..." Heero recounted, trailing off as Duo's body shook from his quaking sobbing. He crawled up from under the distraught boy and gathered him in his arms. "Shh... Duo." Heero said in a soothing tone, as he rubbed the shaking boy's back. "You've lost him before and you don't want to lose him again but him being back without so much as an explanation is wrong." "I know, but I don't care," Duo peered up at him with tear-streaked face. /Huh. Is this what it takes to get a reaction from him? I would be laughing my head if only it didn't hurt so much,/ Duo idly thought even as his quaking sobs continued wracking his slender form.
"Duo, you know I'm right," Heero tightened his embrace, "Ask him," lightly pressing his forehead on the other, cobalt pleading with amethyst. Suddenly, Duo broke off from the embrace and pushed Heero away from him causing himself to fall backwards. "You know, for all I know this is just some dream," the violet-eyed boy chuckled, hint of hysteria lining the unexpected reaction even Heero was taken back. "A dream, that I'll wake up any minute now and it'll be like any other day with you calling me baka, ignoring me, telling me to shut up," he smiled, eyes glazed and unfocused. "And the dead can come back to life because I want them to, right, Heero? Tell me I'm right. Please? Tell me I'm right," Duo pleaded to the other like a child begging for assurance from a parent that things will be fine. Eyes red, cheeks glistening with still-flowing tears; Duo's bottom lip quivering as he tried to suppress another sob. Heero stared dumbfounded at the lightly rocking boy on the floor, whimpering noises could be heard echoing hollowly in the small room. Every mewling whimper like a stab in his heart. /Did I have a hand in this?/ Uncertain in what actions to take, he faltered as he took a step. Stooping in front of the other and opening his arms out; Duo instinctively went to him. Cradling the braided-boy, whispering anything that came to mind to calm the other. "Things will be fine; I'll be here," Heero whispered, lightly rocking the both of them. Rubbing comforting circles on the other's back, Heero heard the even breathing of Duo against his shoulder. The braided-boy felt the effects of his eventful day exhausting him to slumber. Still cradling Duo, Heero got up and made way for his bed. Gently laying the sleeping beauty down, he laid down beside him arms still around the other. "I love you, Duo," the Wing pilot murmured on top of the smaller boy head. "I'll be hear for you, always." Duo snuggled closer to the welcoming warmth of the Japanese boy, nuzzling Heero's neck. The dark-haired boy watched as Duo slept, content in just having him within his arms but soon even he could not elude the power of sleep. He closed his eyes, a smile on his normally scowling face. A slender gloved hand gripped the goblet making creaking noises from the black leather. /This will not do./ Amethyst eyes flashed with anger and quickly became thoughtful. /He is my son after all./ Tbc... lain Shocked, ne? Probably not but pretend, 'k? C&C's welcomed with open arms. It's short 'cause I've been hopping from fic to fic. Hope you enjoy! (Nobody responded to this the first time so I reposted it---annoying, aren?t I?^___~) Author: lain Title: In the Darkness Pairings: ?+2, 1+2, 3+4, (others) Warnings: What are the ratings for those cheap horror movies? O.K., that with yaoi thrown in. Disclaimers: No ownerships or profit being made. No G-boys under my bed. I've looked they're not there. Archive: Those who can tolerate my writings! Neko-chan's kawaii site: http://www.stormloader.com/users/ilovebshonen/fanfic/index.html ****
part 6 Amethyst eyes close to tears peered up to sterner ones. The anger on the latter's face quickly softened as the other gave in to tears. "No matter," sighing, "I am not angry with you. I was just worried." Duo sniffled and gave a smile up the towering figure of his father. Who knew the Lord of the Underworld could easily be controlled by someone barely even half his size. "I'm sorry," the child looked down as he shuffled his tiny feet, "I won't do it again." Chubby fingers fumbling the front of his tunic, bottom lip in an adorable, little pout and his glossy, ebony wings drooping---the embodiment of absolute repentance. Shinigami bent down to pick up his son, positioning him to straddle the side of his hip not occupied with his sheathed sword, arms encircling his small son. He had literally turned the entire place upside-down frantically searching for him, snarling out demands left and right to scurrying servants. Ever since the death of his mortal wife, he had feared for his son's safety. It has been rumoured her demise was not accidental. He had always known from the very beginning that his kingdom was opposed to the idea of him taking a mortal as his mate but their love for one another was stronger than his people's distrust, and so he did. Besides, no one can face the wrath of an angered Shinigami; opposing his wishes well literally means 'there's Hell to pay'. Even though, their union brought about the people's weariness for their new Queen, the birth of their son lessened the animosity towards her. Someone couldn't be that bad if one can have such a child that was loved by all. /My lil' Shinigami, it pains me to see you at times/ resting his cheek on top of his son's head /you look so much like her/ he took his little 'Shini' to his chambers to take a nap; the little tyke had a quite an adventure today. A soft, timid voice near his ear broke his reverie. "Father?" "Yes, Shini?" "Tell me a story," he paused, hesitant before adding in a whispered tone, "about mamma?" Turning he looked at the pained expression of his father's face and guiltily looked away. "I-I'm sorry." "Hush, my little one. It is all right," he assured, patting his son's head and murmured. "So which story do you want to hear about?" Facing his father once again, "You know," the little boy prompted with an impish grin. "My favourite," tightening his grip on his father's slender neck. Chuckling softly, pushing back wisps of hair off his son's cherubic face much like his own, he conceded. "Aa, that is my favourite, too." The older Shinigami proceeded to tell the story to his very inquisitive son of how he met his mother and his much-celebrated birth, enthusiastically asking questions along the way.
"Is mamma pretty?" [1] "Aa, very, much like you." Shini wrinkled up his nose, "But I'm a boy, I can't be pretty," he said pouting. The older Shinigami smiled at his son's adorable expression, "Beautiful, then?" Shini quickly lost interest and continued his 'interrogation' of anything about his mother. "Does she have eyes like mine?" "Aa." Shini was soon fast asleep against his father's shoulder as they both reached the chamber doors. His father was greatly bothered by the questions posed by his young son. /It is not his fault---I'm to blame. / 'Lil' Shini' was caught playing with something that was locked away in a vault which he had been told many of times not to go to but the little imp had a way with locks; nothing gets in his way when his mind was set. He had learned of some sort of portal that his father uses to monitor the humans above. And like any little boy he wanted to play with it. "Come on, Solo," the violet-eyed boy excitedly said to his best friend. "I don't know, Kid," Solo replied. He had also been told too not to go play in there. But like his friend the vault contained things in there that were too 'cool' not to. Both young boys were making their way to the vault, creeping along the corridors as silently as their little feet could take them, their too-big wings making rustling sound as it brushed against the floor. " But don't ya wanna see what's up there?" Shini scrunched his face up at his taller friend. /Sucks to be small./ 'Up there' was where humans dwelled above the shadowy depths of the Underworld. Shini knew this from the many wonderful stories his kind-hearted mother have frequently told him before bedtime. Being part human he marveled about the things his mother told him about for he had never seen any for himself. Born and raised in the Underworld, he had never ever seen the light of the sun. The stories from his mother of her days spent frolicking in her youth with the feel of the fresh soil beneath her feet made 'Little Shini' yearn to know it too. Of course, that's what he told himself. His father had never really explained why his my mother was gone, for all he knew was his last memory was of her placing a kiss on his cheek. He always asked questions about her but all he got was tight-lipped silence. "'Sides mamma might be there," he continued weakly. Solo looked at his friend, a sympathetic hand on the other's shoulder.
"Fine, let's go then," he gave an encouraging smile at his saddened friend. "Thanks, Solo," the violet-eyed boy beamed. "I know you'll always be there for me." He glomped the blond boy causing them both to topple over. "'course, you're my best friend." Finally, reaching the vault both boys readied themselves. Solo standing guard while Shini worked his magic. An audible clicked proved that he hit the jackpot. "Got it!" Both boys stepped in the dark vault, squinting their eyes in the unlit room. "We need some li-" Lights abruptly flickered on. "Never mind." The room was filled with things neither boys recognized. Baubles and charms of all shapes and sizes, colours varying like the rainbow. Weaponries and amours of all sorts were mounted on the walls, sharp and lethal by just appearance alone. One word to sum up the room: "Sugoi," both boys echoed. Solo scanned the room, eager to leave. /When I get in trouble, *I* really get in trouble/ he sighed mentally /I'm only the best friend./ The last statement thought in a dejected tone. Glancing around for his *best friend*, Solo saw said friend occupied with something considerably sharp. "Hey! 'Ain't it neat, Solo?" Shini looked up from a scythe twice his size, gripping the staff. "You'll cut your fingers, Kid," Solo warned. "I like it," the shorter boy admired, the curved blade way above his head. /Sucks to be small./ Solo rolled his eyes, he never understood his friend's fascination with sharp objects. "Come on," tugging his friend away from the extremely lethal-looking thing. "Why do you think my dad has that?" Solo again rolled his eyes. Now faced with the reason of being there, both boys were at a lost. "How do you turn it on?" Shini scratched his head, turning to the just as confused Solo by his side. Solo wordlessly shrugged. The smaller boy stepped forward to the portal. Shimmering sheen of violet and cobalt coalesced together; its still surface like of a undisturbed pond. He tentatively reached out with an outstretched hand, it rippled with his touch and suddenly calmed revealing an image. "Who's that?" he breathed. The image was of a boy with unruly mop of dark hair and piercing cobalt-blue eyes.
Tbc... lain [1] Poor thing
still thinks his mom's still alive