Staring down the old priest he awaited
the answer as to why his element was changed. All he got
from his mentor was a cold and rather heartless laugh as
he reached past the out-stretched hand. J covered Heero's
face with his aged hand and chanted something rather softly.
It had felt to the newly reborn man as if the entire room
was spinning out of control before seeing as all went black.
Sleep had over taken the young man but it was not to be
the most peaceful of slumbers.
* * *
Heero twitched as he came to the
realization that he was dreaming again. Even with that knowledge
there was little comfort to be had. He was unable to control
the dream, which meant one of two things. Either the dream
was being supplied from an outside source, or the dream
was an echo or the harshness of reality. Though not knowing
exactly which it had been frustrated him greatly.
the young Mage knelt before the princess of his land. "There
is news from the Northern Land of Tsï kung, Treize
and his Demon Dolls have attacked again."
The elegant young lady rose, the
weariness of such news reflecting in her eyes. But such
a thing had little effect on her natural grace. "And
will Lord Po agree to sign the treaty?"
Heero looked down, his gaze already
giving away what he hesitated to say to the young princess.
He knew the answer would only further upset her in these
affairs but his loyalty was hers and she had asked for the
answer. Sighing with heavy regret, he spoke to the graceful
woman before him.
"He will not My Lady. He insists
that his armies will be enough and that your treaty is nothing
but a plot to unseat him."
Relena signed and stepped off of
the dais walking towards the young man before her. "Rise
you have served me well this day."
Heero rose from his knee, but his
countenance remained crestfallen. "I do not think so
Relena brought her hand up to his
cheek stroking it gently, coaxing him to look upon her face.
"You have done well Heero. It is Lord Po who disappoints
"My Lady someone will see us."
The emotionless Mage felt his face grow warm at such a tender
touch from the woman he was with.
Relena smiled sweetly at his words
knowing that he had her best intentions at heart. "There
is no one here my love and I wouldn't care if they did."
She leaned up and kissed his lips softly before speaking
to him in a tender way. "I love you."
Heero relaxed giving into his feelings
and returned his princess' kiss. Her lips were warm and
soft and how he missed kissing them. She was there with
him and that's all that mattered. He wrapped his arms around
her tightly, as he began holding her close never wanting
to let her go as he lightly closed his eyes once again.
Heero's eyes opened as he wished to look upon the face of
his beloved and found himself staring into a set of amethyst
Heero screamed sitting up sharply
as the violet-eyed man pulled away. The initial shock of
seeing Duo that close and realizing that the lips he enjoyed
touching, belonged to another man was more then he could
"Your Relena is gone Heero.
She has been dead for 100 years." Duo wiped his mouth
with the back of his hand and snorted with annoyance at
being pulled in like he had. "Yuck! You've got to stop
dreaming of her."
Heero rolled to the side and held
his face in his hands trying to get over the horror at kissing
another man. "Let me go back! Why did you bring me
* * *
Heero sat by the window alone in
his room as he had in days passed. He remained there watching
the day's activities in silence and seclusion. A week earlier
he had been told that he had been resurrected and that the
time between his life now, and his death then, had been
150 years. Princess, no, Empress Relena had told him so
and the old Priest had also told him, even the rather annoying
Fire Mage made a slight remark about it. Heero remembered
him, the old man, somehow from his earlier life it and it
puzzled him as to how he had never left. His thoughts and
memories had been coming back to him slowly, some pleasant,
others often ones he did not wish to remember. He heard
yelling outside his window and saw one of the four young
Mages' that had brought him back to life.
It was the braid-haired Fire Mage.
Duo, that's his name. Heero
remembered though he wished he had not at times. What's
The spirited lad took a stance, just
beyond the patio wall outside and below Heero's room. With
one hand on his hip, he used the other to flip his wild
fiery braid back over his shoulder. As he continued to egg
on his unseen opponent, his gesturing grew more and more
flamboyant. As he whipped them around, his hands began to
glow an unnatural shade of red and orange as flames leapt
from his fingertips. Duo was yelling challenges at the person
that Heero still couldn't see under the scaffolding. Heero
looked on, his interest drawn towards the events of outside
by the wild freedom that Duo radiated.
Mages were trained to be serious about
their craft, yet Duo was completely opposite to everything
Heero had ever known. He took life around him in stride,
with so little care or worry that it amazed Heero that Duo
hadn't fallen before his own carelessness.
There was a crack of thunder and Heero
saw Duo's expression suddenly change. He threw his hands
up over his head and face and created a barrier that just
barely deflected an immense bolt of lightening. Duo doubled
over laughing and mockingly pointed fingers. His laughter
came to an abrupt halt when he realized his hair was sticking
on end due to the static caused by the lightening strike.
Eyes flashing a deeper purple, the fire Mage dropped his
barrier and launched a barrage of his own.
"Look what you did to my hair!"
Heero heard Duo scream as a volley of fireballs splashed
into the wall at the far end of the courtyard.
"It suits you!" Heero heard
someone say and the voice slowly registered to him. It was
the Lightening Mage, as he fired off another round of electrical
bursts, shattering cobblestones and splitting a nearby tree
in two. From across the courtyard, Heero saw two figures
running and dodging their way through the never-ending melee,
in the attempt to stop the squabbling Mages.
Heero watched as the two remaining
Mages came running up, each grabbing onto the two disagreeing
Mages. The smaller of the two, Quatre, was talking with
Duo, who seemed indifferent to what was going on. He was
letting Quatre's words roll off him as he made faces at
the dark-haired man on the other end of the yard.
The taller Mage, Trowa, was doing
his best to calm Wufei, but it wasn't really working. The
Northern Mage pointed an accusing finger toward the chestnut-haired
Fire Mage - accusing him of disrespect, as Trowa held him
with arms clasped around each shoulder. Wufei kicked and
struggled against Trowa's iron grip, but found his efforts
to be a waste of energy. Slumping back against Trowa he
conceded his defeat at least for the present time.
Heero mused to himself as he watched
the four Mages interacting with one another.
Do these four young men actually
know what is being asked of them? That there is the chance
that they could all be killed come the inevitable battle
with our unknown enemy?
His thoughts were drawn back to more
immediate problems as he heard Trowa shout in pain. Looking
down he watched as Wufei kicked up over his head, landing
his right foot squarely into Trowa's jaw, staggering him
backwards. Grabbing Trowa's arm, he threw the taller man
over his shoulder, Wufei hauled back and decked Trowa. Trowa's
lanky limbs relaxed immediately as he was knocked unconscious.
Wufei leapt over the fallen man and
plowed passed Quatre, pushing him to the side, who was still
preoccupied with the mischievous Duo. The dark haired Mage
buried his shoulder in the braided Mage's gut, and wrapped
his arms around Duo's waist, throwing the two of them to
the ground. Duo bit at the Lightening Mage's arms and scratched
at his neatly tied hair, pulling it out of the band that
held it. And continued to do so as he struggled to get up
and away from the other man. From Heero's point of view,
it had seemed that this squabble was to go from just another
minor argument to a full blown duel, a duel that would end
up hurting far more then simple and childish pride.
Quatre's shrill cry suddenly echoed
through the courtyard. Duo stood and looked over to where
the gently young man was looking and saw the crumpled heap
that was Trowa. Flames began to flare up in a circle around
Duo's feet. His eyes darkened in anger and he clenched his
fists tightly as the flames leapt around his body enveloping
him in an impassable glow.
"How dare you hurt another in
an argument in which they are not involved!" Duo's
voice held an odd tone, and the words coming from his mouth
shocked everyone that heard them.
"You... you...you insolent..."
Wufei was so furious that he could barely speak. His face
burned with anger and shame that he had stooped to use a
cheap shot against an ally. A bolt of white lighting shot
down from the heavens, engulfing the black haired Mage and
he rose up in its beam. He could feel energy all around
him and wrapped it like a cloak around himself. "Nataku,
my heart, come to me."
Wufei's eyes snapped opened as he
heard the Dragon Spirit's response. "But why not? Is
he not deserving of punishment for his indiscretions? Well
then if you won't help me then I will do this on my own."
So saying, the Lightening Mage gathered all the energy around
him into a condensed ball.
Duo's body burned brilliantly in
the gloaming, as he waited for his opponent.
* * *
As Heero watched them from the shadows
of his room, he closed his eyes and moved onto the window's
ledge. He concentrated slightly before kicking his feet
over the edge, still keeping his eyes shut to the world
around him. For if anyone had seen him jump from his window,
they would have seen something quite miraculous as a pair
of white wings immerged from his back and as his landed
softy on the ground below, Heero's wings suddenly disappeared.
"Quatre." The Wind Mage
became startled at the sound of Heero's voice then looked
back to see the resurrected mage walking forward. "I'll
need your help to break them up."
"How...? I didn't hear you on
the stairs. When did you get here?" Quatre queried,
as he tended to a purpling bruise on Trowa's cheek. He was
inwardly thankful that Wufei's punches did not do more damage
then minor bruising. "It will be fine in a day or so
Trowa, but it will sting for a little while." Trowa
nodded in response from where he was still seated on the
"Quatre, if we let them continue
like this, they will destroy this entire castle and quite
possibly themselves at the same time. I'll need your wind
to separate them and move them to a safer area. Trowa, if
you feel up to it, I'll need you to immobilize them with
your freeze spells." The two Mages nodded in agreement
as Heero outlined his plan to them in a calm manner.
Quatre ran to the center of the courtyard,
just barely missing being hit by various balls of projectile
energy on several occasions. From his stance in the center
of the yard he looked up and saw both Fire and Lightening
Mages encompassed in their respective elements, darting
back and forth as their battle worked its way higher and
higher. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse
of Empress Relena being reluctantly escorted away from the
turret she was on.
Thank the Gods
if she were
to get injured by their foolishness
we would all have
Hell to pay. Quatre thought to himself before returning
to the task at hand.
He focused on a small storm that had
been reported to be brewing on the very borders of the capital.
Quatre called out to the wind and began to pull it toward
him. Within seconds the evening sky turned black with storm
clouds. Quatre closed his eyes concentrating on the gale
winds that circled around him. He felt them lift him from
the ground as if he where gifted with wings. Opening his
eyes, the Wind Mage released his power on the two unsuspecting
Mages above him. He commanded the windstorm to crash down
upon Duo and Wufei forcing them to the earth. The two Mages
hit the ground hard, the air in their lungs forced out,
stunning them but only for the time being. From where they
had landed, they where laying only several yards from where
Heero and Trowa waited.
"Now, Trowa!" The two disoriented
Mages heard Quatre yell but could make no sudden move as
they where still stunned from the fall.
Trowa stepped forward and concentrated
at the new task at hand. His hands began to glow with a
blue tint, as he used the moisture that was in the air around
him for his spell. He cast his hands toward the Fire and
Lightening Mages pinning them in a layer of ice before they
could get up and start their battle once again.
Now it was Heero's turn to end this
foolish battle once and for all. He calmly walked up to
where the trapped Mages fought to free themselves from their
"What is the meaning of this!"
Yelled Wufei. "Release me at once!"
"I will not be kept like this!"
Duo also cried, the ice around him already starting to melt.
"You two have just a little too
much energy to be wasting it on each other." Heero
spoke in an eerie calm, as he held his arms out at his side.
Reaching down to his belt, Heero unsheathed the dagger that
he always kept with him from since the moment it was returned
to him by his old mentor.
The two imprisoned Mages looked on
in unwavering horror as Heero casually drew the blade across
first one then his second wrist. The wrappings that were
normal part of Heero's outfit suddenly uncoiled sinuously
from each arm, and snaked out towards the two confined men
to ensnare them both.
Quatre gently landed beside Trowa
and the two watched as Heero's wrappings eerily reached
out toward both immobile men, as the ice that held them
broke away. In the blink of an eye the bandages wrapped
themselves around the arms and chest of Duo and Wufei, holding
them fast. Within seconds the two Mages ceased their struggling
and fell quiet. As the bandages removed themselves, they
revealed that both men were unconscious where they lay.
Quatre moved over to check Heero's
arms, to examine him carefully and was shocked to find that
the cuts, that had been so fresh just moments before, were
now completely healed. There wasn't even a trace of scarring.
"How can that be?" Quatre
asked in great surprise, as he began looking into Heero's
face. "Even my healing skills can't heal such severe
damage without some scarring. And it was so fast!"
"My original abilities lay in
the earth element when I lived before. But it seems that
since I have been resurrected, my powers now have gained
a tighter focus. Thanks to the old Priest." It was
the way he said it that held venom in his tone. "Humans
were said to have been created from the earth, so with that
in mind it makes sense that now I can control the body through
Blood Magick. I can heal myself by drawing on either my
own strength and energy or the energy of others. It's much
faster I've found, to take the energy from others."
"I see," Quatre mused with
peaked interest. "That would explain what happened
at your shrine when the wrappings latched themselves onto
Duo. You drew strength from him." Quatre looked over
at the two passed out Mages and sighed worriedly. "Will
these two be okay?"
"They should be fine in an hour
or so, although they will probably both feel a little drained
for the next couple days."
* * *
Oshan entered Treize's sitting room
and announced his presence. His voice was held tight as
he tried to hide his nervousness. Anxiously his dark eyes
shifted up towards his lord and then back down at the floor
once again until his master spoke to him. The air in the
room caused small goose bumps against his bare chest as
he heard his Lord speak.
"Speak good messenger for you
have always been the bearer of good tidings for me."
Treize spoke very nonchalantly, all while leaning against
the sidearm of his chair.
"Lord Treize, Empress Relena
called for the Revival of the Earth Mage Heero Yuy, several
days ago. It is said that he now sits beside her as a Royal
Advisor and replaces the Mage that is missing for the Five
Treize sat up in his chair as he
heard the news, his cloak rustling and shifting behind him
as if it might be alive. Heero Yuy, revived? The
demon repeated these words within his head and frowned at
such news disapprovingly. The memory of the once dead mage
from so long ago brought back much that left to be desired.
Having detested how meddling that boy had been to him in
the past. The still fresh thoughts of his rebirth lingered
on and only further darken the look upon his face. The messenger
before him gulped and tried unsuccessfully to hide the terror
that was creeping over him like a shadow.
Getting up from his chair, Treize
moved gracefully toward the hapless man, his movements reminding
the human messenger of a great wild cat stalking its prey.
"My sweet boy, I do not find
these tiding amusing. Nor do I enjoy lies coming from my
best servants." Treize purred capturing the gaze of
the messenger, his eyes where like that of a snake that
would have been as it ensnared a small bird. Oshan found
himself unable to move as his Master continued to speak,
slowly narrowing his eyes at his servant. "Heero Yuy
Treize brought one hand up to caress
the cheek of the young man while his other hand snaked out
and his arm wrapped around the messenger's waist pulling
him into the taller man. Treize whispered in the trembling
human's ear and Oshan's eyes went wide with fear.
"You and yours have been my
most loyal and
willing of servants, so I will
give you one chance to makeup for this horrible joke you
have told me." Treize suddenly bit into the right side
of Oshan's throat as it became exposed to him, making a
small yet deep gash in the side of his neck, spraying blood
nearly everywhere. "You have roughly one hour before
you lose too much blood to survive. But, if you please me
in that time, I will spare your life."
With tears brimming in his eyes at
the thought of his death, Oshan nodded his understanding
and without hesitation began to remove his tunic and pants.
Behind the closed doors to the master bedroom, he remained
for the hour left in his life, doing all that he could to
please his Lord and Master.
* * *
"That was wonderful my slave.
You were very good." Treize remarked on the lad's more
than successful attempts at submissiveness during the short
time given. The Demon rested a clawed hand on the back of
the young man's head and gently stroked Oshan's hair as
he laid exhaust beside him. "Well, I really must get
back to work. I have a war to wage against the Empress,
after all." Treize quipped as he got up and pulled
his cloak around himself.
The messenger raised one hand weakly
in protest, nearly all his strength drained from his body.
His lips moved but there was no sound, only the 'drip-drip'
sound of blood escaping, falling to the sheets of Treize's
Treize turned to look at his forlorn
servant where he lay upon hearing such a gentle sound. "Oh
I had forgotten. I said I would spare you, didn't
I?" Treize let a small smile cross his lips and he
laughed darkly. "Oops
I lied, but at least I
won't destroy your Clan along with you." Oshan's eyes
went wide with horror hearing at how he had been betrayed
by his master. The young man could only watch as Treize
called for another attendant. "Remove that from
my sleeping quarters and dispose of it." He voice was
cold and heartless.
Oshan tried desperately, swatting
at and trying to push away from the hands that reached for
him, grabbing at him roughly. But all was in vain as he
felt himself being lifted from the bed by two attendants.
They dragged him from the bedchamber rather uncaringly,
his battered body dangling between them as they walked.
The young man tried to get his bare-feet beneath his body
but found he had lost all feeling. He was growing weaker
his hour was surely up.
"My Lord please
Oshan whispered pleadingly, "
I have served you
" But his words fell on deaf ears as he was
taken down the hall. The only thing the young man could
hear as he was dragged along was the haunting dark laugh
of the lord he once served with his life. But that life
as the lives of many around him where seen to be nothing
more then playthings in the eyes of the demon named Treize
* * *