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: There have got to be laws against having the amount of fun that I am. Messing with characters’ heads is simply too hilarious. Alright, enough yammering from me. Hope you enjoy the chapter.
“A Thief in One Life, A Thief in the Next”
Chapter Twenty-two
Presentation
Heero was already dry by the time he came around to consciousness, and Kuronue entered his field of vision as he slowly, very slowly, pulled himself into a sitting position against the pillows. There were new sheets on the bed, and a fresh tunic was draped over the foot.
On the other side of the room, Kuronue was already dressed and brushing out his hair in front of a mirror. His tunic matched the one clearly meant for Heero, both depicting white cranes in flight. His mate tied up his hair into a ponytail before turning to Heero, a beaming smile shining from his face.
“Good morning, love,” he said, standing up and walking to the side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
Heero smiled, reaching up to touch the chimera’s cheek. “Like I was run over by an oddly erotic truck.”
Kuronue tsked at the pilot. “Heero, we can’t have you taking all of my lines, or I’ll have to start saying ‘hn’ all the time when we go back to the human world. As much as we like to shock Wufei, we don’t want to give him a fatal heart attack. Come on, I know you don’t really want to move right now, but we’ve got to go down to breakfast. Then there’s the presentation ceremony, which should be really short. It basically consists of ‘hands off, he’s mine now,’ but in a couple more words than that. Kurama’s got to make a show of accepting you into the family and we probably should have Koenma bless the union since you’re human and all.”
“Didn’t he already do that?” Heero asked.
“The ceremony, not the blood mating,” the chimera said, shaking his head. “And don’t worry, he will. He knows who and what I am already. It’s all in my file. Probably went over it after Botan let him know I was around and kicking once again.”
Kuronue helped Heero to dress, the presentation tunic baring Heero’s bitten shoulder and the attached arm by design. The only jewelry Heero wore was set of fine looping chains that connected to the front and back of a golden choker and matching armband on his bicep. From the center of each, another split off in a ladder pattern to connect to a ring worn on his middle finger. All together, they showcased the bite mark Kuronue had left there, which was probably the intention.
Heero tried not to wince when he was lifted into his mate’s arms. The salve was already wearing off. How long had he slept?
In his earlier distraction, he hadn’t noticed the heavy draperies that hid the door to an outside balcony, which was where Kuronue carried him. To his relief, the courtyard below was relatively empty. The presentation was clearly not there.
“Beautiful, ne?” Kuronue asked, gazing over the palace walls and into the city. “Saw this place for the first time when I was only seven, not too long before I met Kurama. You remember what I told you about my parents, right?” Heero nodded, not speaking in case it made Duo stop his story. “Well, he was a charm carver, made beads, talismans, all that stuff. He also carved jewels sometimes, when he could get hold of them.” The chimera’s glance wandered down to the red pendant hanging from around his neck. “On the back of the jewel, there’s a sketch engraving of our crest. They’re common enough around here that almost every family has them. He was killed before he could finish it. It was still in my pocket when I ran into Kurama. He had it mounted for me with the carving hidden. It was almost as though he was saying that we could hold onto our pasts while showing a fresh face to the future.”
“That’s what we’re doing now, isn’t it,” Heero said with a small smile, removing one of his arms from around Kuronue’s neck to lift the necklace against his hand. With the metal backing, it was impossible to see the sketch. “The war is behind us with its deaths, and our lives are ahead of us.”
The chimera chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Listen to us. We’re so sappy. Alright, let’s get this presentation over with.”
He lifted them into the air, flying high above the castle. From that vantage point, he could see the front courtyard packed with youkai, and Kurama and Koenma waiting for them on a broad balcony.
“Was wondering when you’d make it,” the kitsune commented when they landed amidst cheers and whistles.
“We had a long and fluffy chat,” Kuronue quipped back, grinning. “So, did you hear about Trowa and the kitten?”
“Hmhm,” Kurama said, smirking. “Lent them a bottle of the salve. I was able to make more than enough to spread around. They’re down there with Yukina and Hiei.”
The presentation went smoothly, though some of the catcalls from the courtyard made Heero turn interesting colors. The changing of names was announced, accompanied by Kurama’s ceremonial agreement to it. Thankfully, it was as short as promised, meaning that Heero could be allowed to walk on his own by lunch, which they ate very casually down in the kitchens.
“So, have you and Kuronue made plans for what you’re going to do now?” Quatre asked, sharing a large cushion with Heero while they watched their various lovers mix up their army’s worth of coffee.
Heero blinked. “Not really. I figured we’d live in the Ningenkai most of the time, maybe come here for vacations. We both have lives there, after all.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Kuronue said, sliding onto the bench across the table from them and giving Heero his coffee. “Kurama mentioned that he and Hiei will probably go back to their ‘vacation’ with the Preventors, so we’ll have plenty more time to catch up before they wander back here for the long haul.”
“I think I’d like to do you-know-what before we go,” Heero said, pointedly sending a glance toward the two other pilots. “Maybe in the next couple days?”
“How’s tomorrow sound?” the thief suggested, grinning. “We can do it first thing before they get a chance to have their coffee.”
Quatre shook his head in amusement as the two plotted against his lover and comrade. Really, he should warn them, but it sounding far too funny to miss seeing. He also took a mental note to get to breakfast early and have his own coffee before the others got there.
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