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The Legend of Shinigami	By : KimTime-Wolf Category: Gundam Wing/AC > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Barton and Bloom families were called into a meeting at the Sacred Grove of Azov by Porewit, the god of the woods who protects lost travelers and punishes those who mistreat the forest. It was part of their calling as Vucari - to heed the whims of the gods of land, air and sea – the gods that protected them, in turn for that protection sometimes the gods needed their help. Once the families were assembled the god showed himself as a face in the bark of the tree in the very center of the clearing, “Would the young Trowa Barton please come before me.”
The young man was nervous but at a nod from his father he stepped forward and strode out to stand before the old Zelkova serrata tree. “There is something I need you to do for me boy. And only you are capable of doing it. You can tell me that you don’t want to; there will not be any repercussions against you.” The young Trowa nodded, waiting for the god to ask of him what he wanted.
“There is a boy, his heritage is both Welsh and Russian... but the boy is very much an American. Whether you do this task or not by next year you will feel pulled to him for he is your mate.” The whole of the Barton/Bloom clan jumped at that news, how could a male be his mate? “Currently he is on the cusp of manhood, a year younger than yourself, but because of /what/ he is...If he cannot be helped or controlled in some way the gods will be forced to lay him to rest.”
“You would have to kill him?” The young Trowa’s voice was barely controlled from squeaking, he was slightly amazed at how much the idea of this unknown man being harmed hurt him. “What is he?”
Comfort radiated out from the tree in front of him and he realized that the god knew that the information had actually hurt him. Porewit was trying to sooth him after punching him in the gut before telling him his task and why this boy was so important. Though by now Trowa the younger had a good idea about what his task was going to be, to help this boy – his mate – with whatever it was that was problematic. “He is a Shinigami.”
There was a hushed silence through the grove, young Trowa’s mother Amber wrapped her arms around herself as her eyes widened. “That means... that he has two Shinigami spirits within himself.” She muttered under her breath, everyone knew the legend about how those of two spirits were destined for each other.
“Yes, it does.” Porewit reconnoitered, everyone had heard her in the silence after all. “Young Maxwell has both Veles and Arawn. He’d almost had three of them, but Osiris decided to bother someone else.” Porewit paused to let the significance of that sink in. It wasn’t every day that a child was ‘blessed’ with a single god’s attention, let alone more than one. The young Trowa had two of them as well, both Gods of Silence, much as this boy had two Gods of the Underworld.
“Is that how he’s my mate? Because we both have the powers of two gods?” The young Trowa was curious, he knew there was a legend about it, his mother and father had told him about it when he was old enough to understand why he was so different from everyone else. But it hadn’t really made a lot of sense.
The legend spoke of a man with long hair who was benevolent and kind, who resided in a hall of light and laughter and presided over the souls of the dead. He was merry and kept the souls from despair, but he was lonely, and the souls feared that he would fall into despair himself. So the souls had taken it upon themselves to fashion him a companion. The legend was never very clear on who or what this companion was, simply that the companion was quiet and calm – someone for the long haired man to talk to about things other than the dead and the living and what should or shouldn’t happen to them. In some versions of the legend the companion was the long haired man’s lover, a female with caramel colored hair that hung to her feet, and in others this companion was simply a friend - a man that was steadfast and loyal, his green eyes full of knowledge. And still others it was simply never clear what the relationship truly was and all you got out of it was that the long haired man was thankful for this companion because they kept him sane. Stopped him from making bad decisions in regards to how the souls should be cared for. What they all had in common however was that the companion was fashioned of two “Companion” spirits in order to coincide with the two “Shinigami” spirits that connected the long haired man to the realm of death.
Thinking about it all now the young man was a bit shaken as the possibilities of what his task could be grew, “What is it that you want me to do?” His voice was solid even though he was sure Porewit could feel his trepidation.
“The young Maxwell does not know what he is. He knows that he is different but not to what extents. His parents will be learning of this soon enough. Their families have been ‘blessed’ by Veles and Arawn for ages because of their strength and validation, but they also have not known that what was ‘wrong’ with their son is this gift. Because their families have not told them that their son having them is even a possibility. A wrong that /must/ be set right. They will know what to tell him, and how to help him adjust. What I need from you Triton Bloom,” Triton straightened his shoulders and his mother jerked a step forward as the god called him by his ‘True Name’ - something only he and his mother had known until that moment, “Is to be his companion. You will be one who understands what it is like to have two spirits guiding you and how hard it is to control the abilities they give you. But, as his mate you will be able to sense him: if he is confused, hurt or scared. And he will feel the same for you. His parents will not understand what him having /two/ spirits entails; they will only be able to help him learn his duties as a Shinigami.”
Triton nodded his head, he understood and he accepted the responsibility. “I will try.”
“When he is ready you will both be brought before a council to decide what is to be done.” Porewit faded away silently as his vague threat settled into their minds.
Suddenly Flidais’s voice filtered out across the grove to them all, “You may step back young Trowa.”
His head jerking up to a higher point on the tree Triton smiled and stepped back into the ring of his family, standing next to his sister Catherine.
“Trowa Barton, come forward.” The flowery voice of the goddess of forests, woodlands, wild things, wild beasts and shape-shifting – their patron god - floated on the air. Amber watched as her husband walked out to the point her only son had just been, she was hoping that now they would get to why the whole family had been called to the grove.
“Patience Amberella della Bloom.” There was laughter in the goddess’s voice but Amber flinched slightly bowing her head to the tree in apology. “Please come forward and join your mate.” Once Amber was standing beside Trowa Flidais began, “You have all been called here because the heads of your joined families, Trowa Barton and Amber Bloom must leave Russia.” There was a gasp that ran across the gathered family members.
Triton’s grandfather took a few steps forward, “Where must they go?”
It was unheard of for a Vucari to leave the area. New environments triggered their change just because they were different. They had to have complete control over themselves in order to simply leave for distant parts of Russia or to go over to Kazakhstan, Georgia, Ukraine or Belarus. Most people didn’t take well to the person they were talking to suddenly turning into a giant wolf for no apparent reason. A calm air flitted about them all and they knew that it would not be forever, and the meeting was to tell them as well as decide who would take over as the heads of the clans while Trowa and Amber were gone. “They must take their children to America, to the state of Connecticut where they will find the Maxwell’s. To that end I need a male and female from each of your clans to come forward and take up the mantle of head while they are gone. And yes Catherine, you must go as well.”
Triton cut his eyes to his older sister and saw the look of shock on her face before she hid it; he knew she hated it when the gods read her mind. “But why?” She’d been planning on finding a way there anyway; she wanted to study Theater and Dance at USF.
“Because Trinity College in Connecticut will be a much better option than the University of South Florida, there is less risk of them finding out you are a Vucari there.” More than one disembodied voice admonished her.
Catherine ducked her head; she hadn’t told anyone that she wanted to leave the country for school. And now she was going to have to deal with the repercussions from the god’s rebuke with her family when this meeting was over.
Trition’s grandparents from both sides stepped forward to take back the mantles they’d given to their children. As the process was gone through Mariemaia turned her gaze to look up at her adoptive siblings, her cousins, thinking about how her mother and father would have been given this rite if they hadn’t died two years before. She’d always liked her cousin’s so becoming their little sister was easy; they’d always treated her like she was anyway. As the rite was finished Flidais spoke to them all again, “May light and laughter guide your way.”
The meeting was officially over. Most of the family members left after that but Triton’s little family stayed back for a bit. The calm sereneness of the grove would be a much better place to find out why Catherine had not told them of her plans to leave than their crowded house.
“So, why didn’t you tell us you wanted to study in America?” Trowa asked of his eldest daughter.
Catherine bowed her head and reached for Triton’s hand, as she always had when she was nervous. “I wasn’t going to tell anyone. I was just gonna go.”
Triton tightened his grip on her hand, “We would have gone after you. So why bother?”
Amber held Mariemaia as they watched Catherine blush, Trowa turned away in frustration, “That boy is going there isn’t he?”
Triton flinched at his father’s tone; he’d helped his sister sneak out several times to meet Nikol, knowing that the man truly loved his sister and that she was falling for him hard. He wasn’t quite ready to say that she loved the man back (and neither was she), but she was getting there. He however was not Vucari, which honestly was really the only problem. However if the two of them could prove that they truly loved each other Nikol could be told, because knowing wouldn’t send him running by that point. It was a pretty precarious line to walk, but they were circus nomads, walking lines wasn’t generally a problem for them. And Nikol was a talented actor and even more talented dancer, so Triton figured he’d be just fine as well.
Trowa shook his head but only sighed and said no more about it. “Let’s get home and pack.”
A month later the Barton family was moved into a ranch house in Hartland, CT. While Amber, Triton, Mariemaia and Catherine were coming back from grocery shopping they sensed a hoard of bobcats zeroing in on one of the homes down the road from their own. Amber took charge telling Catherine to head home as fast as she could to tell her father and call someone about it, Mariemaia was to stay with the truck and make sure nothing happened to the groceries and Triton was with her.
Amber took one side of the house, seeing an open glass door she rushed to it, planning on making sure that none of the cats got into the house. She wasn’t planning however on a woman coming out of the door further in the room and seeing her. The blonde woman’s dark grey-blue eyes widened in fear and she moved as if to go back into the bathroom, Amber shook her head at her, she wanted the woman to come and close the door – but of course her being a wolf made that a little hard to understand. But when the woman moved forward toward the bed, Amber sensed danger to herself in the movement so she walked over to the bed to find out why. The blonde woman jumped squeaking as she noticed that Amber was now next to her bed, she scrambled onto the bed and moved as far away from Amber as she could get. After a minute she attempted to get at whatever it was that was sending Amber’s danger sense’s off and the wolf growled at her. They stayed at a stalemate for quite some time...
Triton had taken the other side of the house, he’d been attempting to sniff out where the bobcats were heading, but the flickering light through the panoramic window to his right caught his eye. Looking through the glass his breath stopped and he simply stared. The man from the legend seemed to be walking groggily across the room, he looked as if he was already falling to despair as the souls in the legend had feared, Triton’s heart went out to him and the graceful man turned to look at him. Time simply stopped as velvet green met deep purple; the purple eyed man looked like he hadn’t had decent sleep in ages. They stood staring at one another for what felt like seconds to Triton, but suddenly a door slammed and the braided man jolted breaking the spell and Triton ran off back into the trees berating himself for being seen. He’d completely forgotten about the bobcats...
Amber heard running and then knocking and the blonde woman in front of her called out, “Duo? Is that you?” Her voice wavered a bit and the door was sent banging into the wall. A presence entered the room with a growl; Amber had to fight the urge to flee before a voice spoke with a calm that settled through the room almost making her forget that there were bobcats prowling around these people’s home. But then the woman went to get off the bed, the voice having calmed her as well, and Amber growled at her again. They needed to know of the danger!
“It’s alright. I need you to let my mom take care of my dad, okay?” The voice addressed her and she finally turned her head to look at the figure. She met his eyes and knew that she was faced with the man of legend. But she tried to convey that she understood and then she looked out the door she’d come in. Hoping that he would understand as well. The tired young man growled again rushing to the open door and yelling at the bobcats, sending them fleeing into the trees. So Amber took her leave as well, nodding to the Lord of Death in approval before rushing back to her children.
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