A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next | By : Coffeetailor Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: You know, I love you peoples. You’ve stuck with me through odd ideas and sap. Don’t worry, there’s no ‘but I’m leaving now’ coming ahead in this message. Just wanted to voice my appreciation, especially when reviews have been dropping in some of my fics. It makes me sad, and then I come over here and feel all warm and fuzzy again. Anywho, I hope you like the new chapter, and you’ll be happy to know that the upcoming wedding should not be too far off. Poor Heero. Enjoy the chapter and leave me yummy reviews!
“A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next”
Chapter Nineteen
Thieves and Leaves
"I don't think Quatre likes the horses," Kuronue said flatly as the blond clung frantically to his partner, staring at the bone and saggy fleshed creatures that were tethered to the small army of carriages. "Nope, he definitely doesn't like them."
“I don’t understand why not,” Yukina said, blinking. “They’re extremely sweet.”
Heero raised an eyebrow. “I think the glowing eyes and exposed skulls may have something to do with it.”
Trowa, on the other hand, seemed fascinated as Quatre tried to pull him away from the beasts. “What do they eat?”
“Air sprites, mostly,” Kurama explained, running a hand through the sparse mane on the nearest one. “Though occasionally they’ll snap up a water imp, so we have to keep them away from the wells.”
“Why?” Trowa asked, curious.
“They get too heavy to fly when they’re laden down with the water’s density,” the kitsune said. “Eating sprites actually improve their buoyancy.”
“We’re ready to leave, my lord,” one of the horse handlers announced once the last had been hitched or saddled. “Lord Hiei’s already gone ahead.”
“Impatient as always,” Kurama muttered with a roll of the eyes. “Kuronue, sort out the humans to where they’re riding. We’ll want to keep them toward the center.”
“Did it before breakfast,” the chimera informed his brother even as Trowa, Quatre and Wufei followed Yukina to her personal carriage, which was also one of the most guarded. He and Heero went into Kurama’s after the silver kitsune had settled himself.
Whatever enabled the horses to fly must have extended to whatever came in contact with them as well, as the carriages floated easily behind each pair. With the guards flanking them on either side enough to alert them in plenty of time should there be an attack on their caravan, Kurama and Kuronue nestled into the pillows for a nap, leaving the always alert Heero to his own devices.
In Yukina’s carriage, Wufei was scowling out the slatted window while Trowa napped and Quatre carried on idle conversation with their hostess. There was definitely something about the way Heero had been behaving around Kuronue that was off, their whirlwind romance aside even. Heero didn’t trust anyone that quickly, and only Duo had ever gotten away with the amount of contact and teasing that the chimera had been doing. On the other hand, Quatre also seemed to trust Kuronue, and the pilots had always trusted the empath’s judgment on people.
“How long are we staying here?” he asked abruptly.
Yukina blinked in confusion. “We’re already moving, Chang-san.”
The Chinese man shook his head. “I mean Makai. How long until you send us home? We can’t stay in this world forever.”
“Probably after Heero and Kuronue’s wedding, we can start preparations to return to the human world,” Quatre said, understanding. “I’m sure one of them can open a portal for us then.”
They made it to Gondara by nightfall, by which time all of the sleepers had woken up again in plenty of time to straighten rumpled hair and clothes.
“This place hasn’t changed a bit,” Kuronue said with a grin, looking around as he stretched, glad to be able to use his own legs again. He spied a grouping of trees that arose from the center of the city. “Except for that. That’s definitely new.”
“Do you really think I’d live anywhere completely devoid of plant life for very long, little brother?” Kurama asked with a smile, already beginning to walk in the direction of the castle. “You should have seen Yomi’s face when he burst out of his rooms the night I did it. First night of my rule after his retirement.”
Kuronue laughed. “Man, sorry I missed that. You don’t happen to have any video of it squirreled away anyplace, do you?”
“He found them about fifty years ago. Burned them on my desk.”
“Damn.”
Heero narrowed his eyes at the number of youkai surrounding them, too many to even a city that size. “Just how many people did you tell about our wedding outside of your staff?”
“Just a few,” the kitsune said, the very image of innocence. “Yusuke, Botan... Yomi.”
“Meaning that it’s been spread over the entirety of the Makai and Reikai by now,” Kuronue concluded. “Brother dearest, what part of ‘let’s try to keep this low key for a bit’ translates to ‘tell the biggest two gossips in the universe and the guy who likes to make things ‘interesting?’”
Kurama wasn’t at all apologetic. “Consider this practice for your human wedding. No one will blink if you snap and go on a killing rampage here. With who the two of you are in the human world, you’re bound to make world news.”
Wufei pounced. “Who is Kuronue in the human world?”
“Sorry, but I promised to keep it a secret, and a Youko never breaks his word,” Kurama said, shaking his head as they entered the castle through its massive gates. “Hiei, I’m home!”
The dark youkai flitted out from the shadows to stand in front of his mate, arms crossed. “Hn. About time.”
“Aw, were you waiting for me?”
“Or your corpse.”
Kuronue flush an arm around Quatre and Trowa’s shoulders. “Aren’t they just the sweetest couple? How come you never speak to me that way, Hee-chan?”
An eyebrow raised over blue eyes. “You want me to? You used to complain about it.”
The chimera was about to voice his denial when a hand suddenly shoved him from behind. Kuronue let out a loud yelp as he fell, arms pin wheeling to stop himself from falling flat on his face. “What the hell was that-”
“That’s for making me find out you were getting married from Botan.” A young blond haired, gold eyed boy glared down at the fallen thief, hands on his hips. He was dressed in a black haori and hakama. But the most interesting fact was that he was sitting on a floating oar much like that of the named ferrier.
Kuronue dropped and rolled over, propping himself up on one elbow to stare up at the boy in disbelief. “Solo?”
“And how come you never told me you were a full youkai?” the newly named Solo continued on. “You said you ‘might have some demon blood.’ From the looks of it, you’ve got more than some.”
“Someone you know, Kuronue?” Kurama asked idly in amusement.
“Old friend,” the chimera admitted a little weekly.
Solo didn’t appear to be finished with his rant. “Another thing! When you said my eyes reminded you of an ‘old friend,’ you could have mentioned that your ‘old friend’ was Youko-bloody-Kurama! Least now I know why you didn’t tell us your real name.”
“One thing,” Kuronue said, interrupting. “How long have you been a ferrier?”
The blond blinked. “Six years. Why?”
“Then I’ve got a blue-haired ferry girl to murder for not telling me,” he chirped happily, leaping to his feet to glomp onto Solo, effectively pulling his off of his oar. “Come on, I’ll introduce you to the lovely folks.”
“Ack! Kid, let me go!”
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