Forging harmony.

CHAPTER 28: BALANCE AND HARMONY.

My dreams softly blend and my more aware mind takes note of the slow awakening my body is doing. There are words being whispered to me (Dance with me.)
Like dawn’s warm rays it becomes clearer to me.

I see her by the edge of the mind scape cliff top, dark wings spread to catch the wind of the twilight storm playing out overhead. Some how I know this is her place and that Wolf has bought me here. From behind I can see the relaxed shoulders and how they arc gently into black feathers. Balanced on tip-toes, she flirts with death at the very edge like a child balanced ready to fall but knowing she will not. Warmth is radiating off her in ripples almost unseen in the half-light’s play on pale skin, I know without seeing her face she is smiling. She has let the bond between us open wide.
(Unusual for you!) I am not sure if I am referring to Wolf’s mood or the shock of being here, maybe a combination of both questions.

The pack has found out she tends not to be that active in mind work. But I think she is like myself and more subtle. Treize and Zech’s are constantly mind speaking when away from each other over an extended period. Quatre is more open, allowing any one of us to just walk into his mind to chat or play. My communication skills are more stunted and so I do not welcome visitors, the same as Wufei. He likes people to wait to be asked into his inner self. Duo is open and friendly as always, only a couple of places or times he shields out others. Trowa also is unused to people and things talking to him. Apparently the city likes to have afternoon tea to discuss matters with the bemused blood element.

Heero rose, the invite clear and welcome, he would have been up as well but as he was not a natural swordsman had felt out of place joining the little group for their early morning training. Walking down the hall way he assessed the different styles there already were. Zechs and Treize were similar having been taught by the same weapons master. Wufei fought with his home land’s style flowing, deadly quick moves. Wolf was more fury and full of random twists, but Heero had a feeling there was a pattern if only he could unravel the mystery of it. His own limited experience was more like the princes but cold and by the numbers.

Lost in thought his feet knew where they were to go.

Sleepily Quatre’s body rolled over when the heat source curled around his back moved. Wufei smiled picking up a pillow off the floor of his lover’s room; he carefully warmed the object to his own body temp with his element and then slid it into the space he had been sleeping moments before. Watching his blond, pale lover curl about the morning’s gift they both gave a soft sigh in unison.

Before going to the training room, the exotic man retrieved his loose pants from his own room and slipped them over his slim hips, also picking out a set of cloths he would wear for the day after his bath. Something that would hug his hips with a low waist line and showing a teasing amount of copper midriff when the spun blue silk, just the same shade as Quatre’s eyes, was left open for them to admire.


Crash, slash, bang.

Wufei was surprised to see that he was the last one to arrive that morning, both princes currently held sway over the practice floor and were smoothly attacking and defending against each other’s moves. Heero and Wolf lounged like shadows against the training room’s wooden wall panels, both easily missed to the unpracticed eye looking over the room. Watching with their usual faked disinterest, Wufei knew little happened that the pair would not catch, analyze or react to. So alike, yet also worlds apart from each other. He could feel the individual signatures of each, warmed earth and sun heated shadows reached out for him when he crossed the threshold into the brightly lit room. It was like they both held out a hand to him without moving a muscle. He felt his own warm ember-like touch reach back to them.

Spin, thrust, clatter.

Wufei watched as Treize managed to send Zechs’ rapier spinning in a marvelous disarming move, the dark eyed man also noted the wince in the tall blond prince’s face as he bent down to retrieve his lost weapon. Wufei smiled to think that the prince’s love life was not suffering due to the stress that had happened over the last month and it made him feel hopeful in the new morning. He had his own lovers and close friends, something he would never have considered when he left his village so long ago.

The presence at his side made him smile even more, Heero.

“Would you teach me?” Though Heero’s voice was still stiff it was no longer bitterly icy cold to them.

Wufei gave a nod of acceptance taking his own katana down from its place in the rack. First doing the usual checks he always performed before taking a stance, he waited for Heero to select a short thin sword, for there was only one like Wufei’s, and to come stand in the center of the room beside him.

“This is a beginning stance of the sequence called cutting the wind in icy water.”

Heero nodded and watch his teacher slowly show him each step. Wufei called out as each move was performed changing his native names for numbers to help make the lesson easier on his pupil. Next he asked Heero to do one move at a time in the sequence, moving to correct his friend as needed. It was a slow process and after the third repetition both could be seen to exchange flirting looks and soft touches during the corrections made.

“This is repulsing the monkey with flying dragon.”

Legs in a relaxed crouch about a foot apart, blade held in his left hand trailing behind almost touching the floor. Weight moved on to the right foot ball as he was raising the left shoulder and dipping the right side into his opponent’s inner guard. This allowed for a quick slicing arc from right hip to left shoulder on his opponent.

Once more Wufei repeated his first method of teaching Heero with an added incentive when he had seen how the quiet man reacted to the cautious flirting. Now Wufei aimed to arouse the hard breathing man even more, each of them could feel the other’s shy attraction. Maybe later he pondered, for unlike Quatre Heero was not naturally submissive and would need to be treated with care and loving attention.


Wolf sat between Zechs’ outstretched legs, her exposed neck tilted back flashing the dark line the torch drew about her pale throat, her usual content rumbling heard as Zechs ran his finger through her loose long black hair. He in turn leaned against his own lover’s chest, resting from the extortion of their fight. For now both would ignore how sweat soaked clothes stuck to rippling bodies in favor of watching the blossoming interest being played out.