"Where My Demons
Hide"
Written By: Diana
Lua
Disclaimer: I don't own
Gundam Wing and I don't make any money with this. It's just a work
for fans and for fun.
Pairings: 1x2x1, 13x5; Background
pairing: 4x3x4, Solox2, 6+2, 9+6, H+2, R+1, S+5 and maybe more…
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, SLASH,
NC-17, alternating POVs; - Mainly a romance, drama with lots of angst
and some action;
- Time: some fictional medieval
age, nearly the 10th century (without technology nor gundams);
- Place: Earth with fictional context (not really caring about the
real History);
- Supernatural contents (demons, angels and dragons).
- Some magic like seals, curses and spells (the 'Crimson Spell' kind,
nothing like 'Harry Potter' things);
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Being captivated
by a strong and devastatingly beautiful demon, that was captured very
wounded, was just the start of the changes in Lord Heero Yuy's life.
The implications of relating with the creature were as dangerous and
revealing about things in the world that he had never before dreamed.
Notes: English is not my
mother language and mine is just rubbish (sorry about that!)
Cylina Nightshade kindly offered to be my beta, so maybe it was not
that bad (after the two first chapters).
SFA started to help me as a sound boarding and also with the language
in chapter eight, so it should be even better there.
Comments (of any kind) will be very welcome and helpful to me, I will
be very glad if you are willing to share and leave your impressions
(even the bad ones).
About this story:
Started because a scene
- should be in chapter eight - that I wanted to write very much; and
this should be a cute one-shot, but I don't know exactly how ended
as a twenty-five chapter complex story. I have no control at all over
my muse!
It's the first thing I'm
writing seriously in English because I wanted to know how the English
fandom was, once the Portuguese one died some years ago;
I'm not exactly into the
happy ending, but this story was thought to have it since the beginning
(for the main characters, at least). So, if you just like happy ending's
kind of story, you can be at ease!
Maybe will have some light
mention of biblical events and things involving the not traditional
viewing of angels, I wanted to treat it very subtle and I have no
religious intentions (of any kind). This is just a fictional work
and I hope no one will be offended. It's just part of the context,
there is nothing religious here.
Hope you enjoy it!
Diana Lua
"Where
My Demons Hide"
01.
Demon
(Heero's
POV)
"When
the days are cold
And
the cards all fold
And
the saints we see
Are
all made of gold"
I
was feeling so damn tired; the sight of the long slushy trail ahead,
covered on both sides with dirty snow, made me ask why I still doing
this myself. I'm a rich Lord, with lots of possessions. Despite the
fact that the security of the people that live in my lands was my
responsibility, that was still no reason to do it by my own hands.
But
then I remembered the cold gray stones in my castle walls and, also,
I remembered that I can't stand staying inside for long. The same
way I can't stand staying away for too long.
I
wondered if my horse was as tired as myself, when I patted his neck.
At least Wing[1] wasn't
hurt, just his white coat was dirty with demon's blood.
"Heero,
are you ok?"
I
just gave a glance to my first commander, Chang Wufei, as he approached
on his gray stallion, not understanding his questioning.
"I
called you a few times..." he told me in a lowered voice,
"I think we should stop and camp here, give the injuries a more
thorough check..."
I
knew he was referring to my own injuries. Even though I had tried
to hide them, Chang was always near me, he probably saw the last big
demon that I fought. Compared to him, I felt sloppy, I never could
notice his own injuries. He was a very precise warrior.
"I
prefer to do it inside the castle walls. Just a couple of hours more..."
He
said nothing, but I could feel his determined gaze watching over me,
probably trying figure out how bad my injuries were just by the way
I was riding.
"It
was lucky we were near... this time the attack was different..."
I changed the subject to another that bothered me more than the pain
in my ribs or the big slash bleeding at my thigh.
"Well,
it was a much bigger bunch of demons than we usually see..."
"No,
it's not just the amount, this time was different... like a random
assault..."
"You
mean... like they just got out, without a clue about what to do or
what they want..."
The
voice came from my other side, from my other commander, Trowa Barton.
He
approached with his chestnut horse, making me wonder how he could
keep his horse so clean and glossy after those battles; Heavyarms'[2] coat
shined in almost an orange light with no traces of black demon's blood.
Not just his horse, but he looked like hadn't any wounds at all.
"You
felt that too? I think it was... they weren't organized like
always..." I turned to Trowa trying to identify if it wasn't
just myself with this odd feeling.
"I
just had time to notice there were a lot more to kill this time."
Chang said. Which didn't surprise me; he hates demons so much that
he normally just cares about efficiently killing all the ones who
dare cross his path.
"Some
village men heard something like thunder just before the demons' horde
arrived." Trowa added. Chang and I looked to him trying to see
if he believed in those village people or just mentioning some random
comments. Knowing him, we already knew he found some kind of truth
in that. There are no coincidences in this world.
(...)
An
hour and a half later I was very happy with the familiar view of empty
fields around my castle. My ribs complained after any small jolt in
Wing's stride and my thigh started to ache a lot. I just wanted rest.
Instead, the relief of thinking about a hot bath, dinner and sleep
in my soft bed didn't last long.
Between
the oddness of the main road being empty in the middle of the day,
my eyes narrowed after seeing big black marks on the snow descending
the hill straight toward the gates.
I
rushed Wing in that direction, worried; didn't think about alerting
my men. Not that I needed to, between the sounds of the horse's hooves,
I heard Chang yell to Trowa follow me at once and shouting orders
to others.
I
could make out some kind of weird furrows half covered by snow along
the road and through the completely open gates. When Trowa and I approached,
we could see that something was dragged inside, something big. There
were deep scratches on the outside rocks and in the wood on one side
of the gate. I doubted that was the fruit of some hunting, even a
big bear couldn't offer that kind of resistance. I saw a broken blade
and a lot of broken arrows, everything covered with thick demon's
blood. That made me shiver thinking of some attack while I and most
of my men were out, bringing terrible memories of the last time when
something like that happened.
More
than quickly we were inside, unhorsed with swords in hand. After all
of my concern, everything looked unnervingly calm.
When
the stableman took Wing and Heavyarms' reins, I saw his frightened
look, watching me bend to take a completely black feather out of one
of the furrows in the ground, covered by demons blood. The man shivered
making the cross-sign before taking the horses out of the main courtyard.
Trowa
was looking closely at the trails leading us to the dungeons. Other
than the ground, there were no other signs of violence.
"A
demon?" he asked confused, his excellent tracker skills sending
conflicting messages "... trapped. A big one, I think."
I
was still looking to the black feather curious and already walking
to the dungeon's entrance. I handed that feather to him and he look
uninterested, throwing it away like he hadn't a clue about what really
happened in there. But I was thinking about some really rare kind
of demon, one that I knew he even dares to think about.
An
unguarded dungeon's entrance was not surprising, seeing that the furrows
made on the ground continue on to the stone floor, like it wasn't
any difference between through dirt or solid rocks.
Inside,
some of the torches were out and the vision of some saints and crosses
hanging on pillars made me smirk sadly, thinking about the innocence
of those who think that there exists something to hear their prayers
or, at least, worry about us from heaven.
We
saw three of my men at the bottom of the stairs, in front of the big
last cell. They looked relieved to see Trowa and I; they all were
fully armed and appearing tired.
The
one I left in charge of castle security came to me holding a torch.
"It's
a demon, my lord."
With
no possibility of seeing the creature in the darkness, I took the
torch and headed near the bars. "How many did we lose?"
I just left enough men for a standard day of castle's defenses, not
enough for any battle, even less for such a powerful demon. Judging
by the floor damages I'm not sure if even my best squad could handle
it...
"No
one, sir."
The
answer came from behind, the man not wanting to approach the bars
with me. Trowa and I exchanged an unbelieving look. No one?
"Just
wounds... nothing really serious..." his voice sounded
disbelieving, like just now he was realising how improbable this appeared.
"Why
bring it inside instead just killing it?" That seemed like a
huge effort that I couldn't imagine any reason for.
"We
weren't... successful in killing it... the normal means
didn't work, so we used an iron grid to bring it inside..."
Again, he was trying to find reasons, I'm sure they didn't have much
time to think about at the moment when it all happened. For sure I
can imagine they probably wouldn't be able to kill it, but...
none lost? No fatal wounds? No escaping from a simple iron net? That
didn't make any sense.
I
just stuck close the bars and lifted the torch, consumed by curiosity.
Trowa brought another one and I finally, with the yellow light of
fire, could find it in the shadows.
First,
it was just a big deep black shadow in the corner of the cell, when
my eyes adjusted to the flickering light, I could see the big black
wing covering almost all of demon's body. This wasn't a common black
skinned wing; it was dirty but it was a soft graceful feathered black
wing. The realization that the feather that I found before was truly
from it, made me lose my breath in surprise. Could it be...?
"Small..."
It
was the whispering of Trowa by my side, and I almost didn't register
it. I realized that the demon was a lot smaller than I could ever
guess. But I wasn't thinking right anymore, in that moment I was completely
drowned by a sparkle of bright that I could see in a pair of hiding
eyes.
The
fire wasn't reflecting on the completely black eyes that I expected;
the fire was reflecting in bright purple-blue eyes.
The
creature's body was shrunken in pain, almost all hidden by the left
wing. The other one was falling oddly against the wall, a mucky broken
leg revealed on floor showing small spots of white skin.
"Call
Chang, I need tranquilizers right now..." I heard my own
voice shouting.
The
small demon retracted itself even more if possible. Those hypnotizing
indigo eyes brightening right straight to me and what I saw inside
made my heart squeeze hard.
"Your
eyes, they shine so bright"
(TBC...)
Diana
Lua
Diana
C. Figueiredo
Written
in: May/2016 - Published: May/29/2016
Beta
reader: Cylina Nightshade (Sep/2016)
Last
change: Sep/04/2016
Notes:
[1]
They all have Gypsy Horses (because I love horses, and I love even
more those big hooves with long fur) named after their Gundams. And
I tried find the more fitting horse colors to match them too.
[2]
After all, was really strange to call a horse Heavyarms, but what
could I do? All the others are paired with their names, I couldn't
change just one.
~ * ~
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