Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragons and Yaoi ❯ Part 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ characters. I'm not getting any profit while using them.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male). Mirai Trunks x Gohan. Bishounen (“pretty boy”). Absolute OOC.

 

Dragons and Yaoi

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by Redmarshin

 

Part 9

 

The wind and cold were getting stronger. They have been walking for about four hours now. As the weather got colder, Darius magicked warmer cloaks for the sailors. At first the sailors looked at them with mistrust and didn't want to put on the cloaks but, as the cold struck even fiercer, they put them on and mentally thanked.

 

When the evening drew closer, the wind got even stronger, and it started snowing. That didn't add to improvement of anyone's mood. And it was only getting worse.

 

They cut through the icy wind and knee-deep snow. The cold wind blew directly into their faces. Cold clumps of snowflakes clung to their faces. Each of them wrapped tighter into their cloaks. Small puffs of hot air turned into ice in the same instant it left their mouths. Everyone was hunching under heavy weight of food, wood or tents. They hardly could see their way through the blizzard that minced the ground and sky together.

 

The sailors didn't understand how it could have happened, that the whole sea suddenly turned into ice. They had been traveling back and forward from Jahuda free port and home countless times and had never seen anything similar. Now, the whole sea was one white cold desert.

 

Gohan was worried that Athara might go under the cold and strained physical activity. Several times he had offered to take Athara's share of load but Athara strictly refused. To Gohan's surprise, the younger man seemed more or less fine. Well, as much as it was possible in such circumstances…

 

The sorcerers were worried, and not only Gohan noticed that. Each of the men anxiously looked at Delaros, Darius and Athara while those separated from the group and talked. Everyone had a foreboding that the snow and ice on this frozen sea wasn't a natural phenomenon.

 

As it got almost completely dark, they set down a camp. Several big tents were built and the heated meal eaten; Delaros earned several respect points by dropping the wood from the sky and lighting the fire.

 

Darius, Delaros, Gohan and Athara went to sleep into one tent. They went to rest earlier than everybody else, leaving the problems of watch and taking care of the camp for others.

 

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“It will be much warmer if we sleep together,” Gohan said after critically observing Athara's efforts to make a nest at the opposite side of the tent than him.

 

Athara blushed lightly. His blue eyes shifted to Darius and Delaros side. Darius only rolled his eyes. Delaros glared at Gohan. After turning back to Gohan, Athara saw his lover glaring back at the older sorcerer. Once again he regretted saying anything at all to Gohan - he had become cold towards Delaros. But if he had to choose sides…

 

“Okay,” Athara nodded. He scooped the covers into his hands and walked over to Gohan.

 

Gohan helped Athara to lay the covers on the ground. He knew that despite this they were going to be cold - the freezing ice would seep right through the covers. But at least the wind stayed outside the tent.

 

“Come,” Gohan reached over to pull Athara closer after they lain down. Athara acted shy near other people. One would never think that after witnessing one of their couplings, but as soon as someone was in the horizon, Athara cooled down instantly.

 

“Hey, stop that,” Gohan said, after Athara hesitated. “I can hear your teeth chattering,” he reached under the covers, ignored Athara's wide eyes, grabbed the man by his waist and pulled to him to mold to his body.

 

“You are unbelievable…” Athara muttered into Gohan's neck while Gohan stroked over his back. Athara didn't even want to think what Delaros's face looked like right now.

 

“I know that,” Gohan chuckled softly, embracing Athara firmer to share the warmth. He felt Athara finally relax against his body. After opening his eyes he saw the same wistful expression on Athara's face he had seen before, just after they made love first time. “Athara?”

 

Athara just smiled and snuggled his face into Gohan's chest.

 

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On the third day of walking the blizzard stilled, but stilled not little by little but simply at once. The raging storm tuned into a cool air whispering with snowflakes. As if they would have crossed some marked border. And, after Gohan looked at Delaros, he understood that they did. He had never seen Delaros so worried. Well, maybe then, when they had been attacked by that red sea-monster…

 

They walked forward for about five hours. Now, as there was no wind, the walk was much steadier and quicker for the weary men, but everyone felt that something big was going to happen, something big and clearly not good; the tension in the cold air was thick and each snowflake seemed to be charged with trouble. They were gracefully falling from the sky and sizzling snapping when approached both sorcerers. They never got the chance to settle on their hair or shoulders.

 

Gohan thought that they were “wearing” some kind of protective force-fields. He really had not much experience in those things but that seemed to be true - he remembered seeing one when they had been fighting that sea-monster. That made him worried - something was really approaching. He had tried to talk with Athara, but the man gave him a blank look and shrugged his shoulders. And Athara wasn't wearing any of the protective-shields. He thought that maybe Athara wasn't feeling all that tension in the air - Athara was a mage, and quite a green one, so maybe what was obvious to the Master Sorcerers wasn't obvious to Athara.

 

“Look, there's something dark. Like figures…” one of the sailors said, pointing at the white with black dots distance.

 

“Fucking Tarrus…” Darius stopped short in his way. “Gods…” his eyes locked forward.

 

Athara gave a short look to Darius after that mentioned Tarrus then followed his gaze. People. Hundreds of them were standing at the opposite end of snowy horizon. Athara's hand traveled to his mouth in surprise.

 

“They are waiting for us,” Delaros muttered, brushing over his suddenly sweating forehead. He cursed, realizing he should have gotten rid of Darius before this meeting. Now they had an enemy in the middle of their “ranks”.

 

“Who are they?” Gohan asked.

 

“The ones who froze the sea...” Athara said, observing the ranks against them, “…and sent that monster to attacks us the previous time…”

 

“What do they want?” Tyari wondered, his green eyes measuring the ranks before them.

 

“To kill us,” Athara answered. His blue gaze swept from one side to another. Even though, he made a choice, it had been too late - now he was caught in between of two turning wheels that threatened to crush his soul.

 

A startled silence settled between the sailors.

 

“But why?” Tyari asked, shaking his head. “Who the hell are they?”

 

“They all are sorcerers or mages. And you are simply on the wrong side,” Athara smiled at him. He gave a short look to Gohan then went to Darius and Delaros.

 

Surprised, Gohan and Tyari were left gaping at Athara's back. Gohan couldn't believe that Athara was so calm when there was half on an army that seemed to want to skin them alive. Though, it might just have been a defensive reaction… Some people tended to get more than a tad weird in a presence of deadly danger…

 

“All sorcerers and mages…?” Tyari whispered in disbelief. “But…” He paled seeing that those people were approaching them. “What are we going to do?!” he panicked.

 

“Very likely to die,” Gohan reached to the handle of his sword for reassurance. Though, he knew he would have no use of his sword against that crowd. He wanted to go to Athara and shake off several answers from his lover. Though, he knew better than that. So, he just nervously watched the three men talk. But the scariest thing was that they didn't talk much. Darius seemed to be on the verge of panic, Delaros cursed much, and Athara simply gazed at the quickly approaching mob.

 

Some of the sailors fled. Gohan startled as a red blast from the other side followed one of the men and, after colliding with his back, exploded. Another blast caught another man. Chucks of meat and cloth fell to the ground. The snow painted red.

 

Athara's fists clenched. He slowly turned around, back to the approaching group. He started walking towards them.

 

“What are you doing?!” Darius grabbed Athara by his wrist. He could see various colorful signs flash on the mages' and sorcerers' foreheads as they called for Tarrus to lend them power.

 

Athara pushed Darius away. He lowered his hood.

 

“Are you fucking crazy?! We need to run!” Darius shook his head. If someone earlier didn't know that Athara was with them, now there was no mistake in that - nobody could ever forget that lavender hair.

 

“We need to get the hell out from here and now!” Delaros was at Athara's side, too.

 

Athara's blue gaze slid over Delaros, and then he turned back to the mob. “Stay in place,” he said.

 

“Oh Gods…” Darius whispered as suddenly colorful blasts tore from the mob and soared towards them. He instinctively tried to raise a defensive shield but failed as someone from the mob quenched his spells. By the traits of used casts and spells Darius sensed at least ten Master Sorcerers within the group. He could also feel about twenty Master Mages. Hoping that it will take them to figure out he was using the lowest ranked cast, he summoned the cast of a Return.

 

The cast was identified and liquidated after five seconds. The varicolored blasts passed the shield. Darius loudly cursed. He instinctively shielded his head with his hands. It was over.

 

Athara pushed Darius, who tried to take throw him down to the ground, away. He watched the mob of men against him. He wondered. He wondered when Tarrus let everything slip out of control like that. Green, brown, black, blue and silver Tarrus signs flashed before him. They all called for Tarrus. They all called for their God. The God that always lent his power no matter the situation.

 

Maybe that finally had to end. This time it was his turn to call for Tarrus. Even if it killed this body.

 

Athara watched the blasts approaching. He raised his hand to gather that flowing energy. All blasts concentrated into one huge ball then turned into a thin line. Athara smiled at the feeling as its end touched his fingertips. It felt warm and cozy. He closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of flowing energy through his veins. He lowered his hand and severed the connection.

 

When he opened his eyes he could see confusion growing in the midst of people against him as they tried to summon their power and failed. Not only those people were surprised, but he also could feel Delaros's and Darius's confusion as they tried to summon their power and didn't manage to.

 

Darius watched Athara in disbelief. He just had seen the man absorb the blasts that would have torn any sorcerer apart. Athara, though, was calmly standing there while the wind was playing with his lavender locks. The most disturbing thing was that he didn't see any sign on Athara's forehead. When he came to think of that…he had never seen one on Athara's forehead…

 

Darius turned to Delaros. The older sorcerer seemed to be as confused as he himself was. Delaros' dark eyes touched his then shifted back to Athara.

 

Athara wondered what those people were going to do now. He wasn't used to much thinking; thinking in this mortal body was very limited, which always caused trouble to him when he had to make important and sudden decisions. He remembered having his layouts before his eyes, the thoughts like blizzards shooting back and forward through the space, the results of his countless presumptions immediately appearing in his senses. And this body…it had too many boundaries…and too many feelings that had always confused him.

 

He hoped the people would run - he had nothing against them. He could see that the confusion was growing into panic. But then the mob, all people as one, charged at them. He could see daggers and swords glistening in their hands. Always violence… Athara frowned.

 

Athara looked at Gohan. Gohan didn't seem to understand what was going on. Though, he could perfectly see that Gohan was sure that they were going to die.

 

Athara turned back to the screaming mob. He concentrated and absorbed as much of the entity as he was able to. He felt the cells in his body scream in protest. He slowly raised his hand. His ethereal eyes flared ice.

 

Suddenly, the time stilled. The air didn't move. Complete silence. Absolute shine. Nothing.

 

Gohan felt something spiritual but at the same time almost physical enter his body. The feeling made him shut his blinded eyes. Slowly. Or maybe he just thought that he shut his eyes. He felt like he would be floating outside his body. Maybe he didn't. Maybe he didn't need to shut them… Maybe he had no eyes… Did he exist at all…?

 

The silence stretched. He could almost feel the physical pain in his muscles at being stretched into different sides. Like soul would be torn out of his body. But then even the pain was gone. Did he exist at all?

 

Silence stretched and then popped and shattered to small sharp pieces.

 

“Noooooo!”

 

Screeching, the time wheels moved forward once again.

 

Darius opened his eyes in time to see half of the mob disperse in a burgundy light. He fell to his knees and grabbed his spinning head. After getting some of his bearings back he raised his head to look what was going on around him. The time flowed slowly. The feeling of emptiness and sight so weird…

 

Athara.

 

Athara was surrounded by a bright light, in a burning circle of it. For a moment there he thought that those sorcerers and mages were burning Athara alive. But then he realized that it was the man himself who emanated that light. Athara's feet didn't touch the ground, his long hair flying high in the soaring wind around him. His hands were raised to his chest. Red. Red like blood was the color of the energy Athara was holding in his palms.

 

Darius raised his eyes from Athara's chest to his face. Athara's eyes were closed, his long eyelashes not moving, face concentrated but at the same time oblivious to everything what was going on around him. And, to Darius's astonishment, there wasn't any sign that would tell what kind of a mage or a sorcerer Athara was…

 

Dark long eyelashes fluttered, blue sapphires eyes opened. Cold like stone. Flaming like sun. Athara extended his right hand forward, the red energy pulsing around his palm, hissing with milliards years of cold space and pain and hate. He raised his palm.

 

The time was gone again. The light was gone. Only blackness. The energy stopped and then ripped through. It tore the time and darkness to pieces. The blinding red light swept everything away.

 

Darius watched the horizon drown in the crimson shine. He thought he had gone mad. Screams of horror filled the air. Homeless souls filled the space.

 

Later everything stilled.

 

Long silence settled around after the shine finally ended and the snow returned to its natural color. There was nothing except bare ice on the other side left. The snowflakes lazily circled in the cool air and slowly sank to the ground.

 

Darius turned to Athara who was standing with his back to him and looking at the horizon while the wind rustled his long hair. Athara turned around, his blue eyes settled on an unconscious Gohan who was lying on the bare snow together with all non-magic-users; the force he had used had been too much for them.

 

Athara turned back to look at the empty ice field behind him. “Delaros,” Athara's unusually sharp voice cut through the silence, “I'll escort you and these men to the shore, but as soon as we are there, I'll take Gohan with me and we'll leave; I won't be any part of that foolish prophecy, for a God shall not interfere into life of mortals like that. Build your future yourself,” he said softly. “Don't try to follow us or hinder in any other way, or I shall destroy your body and soul. You shall never find your way back to life.”

 

“Yes, my Lord,” Delaros suddenly fell to his knees. “Forgive me I didn't recognize you!” trembling, he bowed his head.

 

Lavender-haired head slowly shifted to look at a kneeling Delaros.

 

Athara blinked his eyes. He brushed over his cold forehead. Darkness left the blue.

 

Suddenly, Athara's face heated up. “Stop that,” he waved his arms, indicating for Delaros to get up.

 

Darius just managed to stare at the scene before his eyes. He was hot and cold at the same time. He nervously wrung his hands while realization was settling in his mind. Athara had never been a light-headed bragger… And it seemed that while drunken Athara had always enclosed to his true self. Athara was the most powerful creature he had ever seen.

 

“Tarrus…?” Darius stammered.

 

“Umm?” Athara turned to him. “Oh…” he blushed. “I'm not… Err… I mean I was… I am, but not exactly…” Athara rubbed his forehead in frustration; he didn't know how to explain that.

 

Darius slumped to the ground, his fists clenching the cold snow and turning it into a warm liquid. From the ground he stared at the young and beautiful face above.

 

“For… Forgive me, my Lord…” Darius breathed. “I… I didn't realize…”

 

Athara smiled at him. He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders then suddenly swayed and fell face down into the snow.

 

XXXXX

 

“Athara? Athara, baby, c'mon,” Gohan shook the lavender-haired man gently. Athara's dark eyelashes fluttered. “Athara..?” Gohan brushed long hair behind Athara's ear. “Hey, sweetheart,” he kissed Athara's pale cheek as the blue eyes finally opened. “You scared us…”

 

“Umm…?” Athara weakly brushed with his hand over his forehead. He was freezing cold. He looked around; they were on the same frozen sea. He was lying on some kind of cloth, a thick cloak draped over his body. He felt horrible. His body was painfully raw with overusing the power. It was a miracle he wasn't dead yet - he didn't expect this body could have withstood the merging of the entity and power into one.

 

Gohan helped Athara to sit up. “You have been unconscious for almost four hours… I was very worried - everybody recovered, and you still stayed down…”

 

“Oh…” Athara exhaled. He felt dizzy, the memories one big blur; this human body was useless when it came to things like this - besides all other annoying things it couldn't accommodate all of the memories. “What happened?” he asked while watching the men that had gathered around Delaros and Darius and listened to something Delaros was talking about.

 

Gohan wrapped Athara tighter into cloak. “I'm not very sure. Everybody was unconscious. Darius said that the mob was annihilated by a God. Some Tarrus or whatever the name is.”

 

Despite being on the verge of blacking out again, Athara chuckled. “He's the main God of sorcerers and mages, don't you know that?”

 

Gohan rolled his eyes. “I don't give a damn about gods; though, it's good that this one carried his ass over here to help us.”

 

Athara smiled. He leaned into the warmth that was offered. He closed his eyes and exhaled into Gohan's chest. It felt so good to feel Gohan's arms around him, to know that he was worried about.

 

“Gods, sweetheart,” Gohan whispered into the lavender hair, “I was so afraid… We just found each other, and when I thought that everything was going to end like that… I was so afraid…” he squeezed Athara to him.

 

Athara shut his eyes tightly. Oh, he just wanted to stay like that forever, those words being repeated by the echo in his head. “I was afraid, too… I don't want to lose you…” he clung to Gohan, feeling his eyes filling with hot tears. He was afraid, too, Gohan probably had no idea how he was afraid.

 

Gohan's fingers entangled into the silky hair, massaging Athara's scalp. “Shh…” he raised Athara's head to look into the man's blue eyes. “You won't.”

 

Athara crossed the distance that was between their faces and pressed his lips to Gohan's. He didn't even care that Delaros and Darius had finished talking, and everybody now was looking at him and Gohan. He was desperate. He needed that kiss, that closeness like of thirst dying man needed a gulp of water. He needed to know he was doing right.

 

Gohan answered the kiss with the same desperation and need. Athara moaned into Gohan's mouth; if not the cold and those men around them, he'd have gone for more.

 

Shivering, Gohan broke the kiss. He embraced Athara once again. They stayed like that for a while, then Gohan kissed Athara's temple. “We should get going. We'll freeze if we stay here for longer…” Gohan said. “I can carry you if you can't walk,” he said to Athara, standing up.

 

Gohan looked at Athara questioningly as he didn't move, only gazed into his eyes.

 

“I love you so much…” Athara whispered.

 

Gohan felt his throat tighten. He had never cried before, but now he felt like it. He reached out to stroke Athara's cheek. “The same here, sweetheart…” he said in a hoarse voice, feeling Athara's face lean into his palm.

 

“So lovely…” Tyari purred behind Gohan's back. “I even feel uncomfortable…”

 

Athara's blue gaze touched Tyari then left his side to settle on Darius and Delaros who were silently standing aside. Athara turned to look back at Gohan. He smiled then tried to get up. He lightly swayed but managed to stand with Gohan supporting him. This was going to be a long walk.

 

Athara silently waited for Gohan to button his cloak. While watching Gohan's fingers work on his cloak, he was thinking of many things. Darius and Delaros didn't try to kill him while he was unconscious. He wondered why. Even though his body confused the hell out of him and always hindered to see the whole picture, he wasn't naïve. The two sorcerers or at least one of them had the perfect opportunity to get rid of him. Why didn't they do that? Had they been afraid? Had they been loyal? Or maybe they simply thought that they wouldn't manage to keep the sea frozen until they reach the shore on their own..? Though, most likely they knew that Tarrus would get them for that at any cost; Gods never liked to be outsmarted.

 

And they didn't tell anyone who he was. Well, probably no one would have believed that anyway; he just looked like a fuckable youngster. This body was way too different from what he was. From the very second he was born as a human, as Athara, this body just hindered him, Tarrus, - it couldn't accommodate much energy, bigger intakes just knocked him out cold. The energy and efforts he used were too much for flesh and bones. And Tarrus' mind and knowledge and memories of millions of years…they just didn't fit in that tiny skull, and so Athara was born.

 

During those several years on the Earth he even managed to develop some kind of depression and inferiority complex. And all that while being a part of a God. It was confusing and scary, for he didn't know how it might end; nobody before Tarrus left their realm and went to the Earth to wander between mortals. Probably Tarrus was a fool to do that, but now he [Athara] didn't think that. Because he found what he had been looking for. Both of them.

 

Gohan lifted Athara's chin after he was done with buttoning Athara's cloak. Athara smiled at him and then just slumped unconscious into Gohan's arms.

 

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While slowly cutting down the distance between them and the shore, he had many things to think about. First, he wondered who were all those sorcerers and mages that had wanted to gut them. Second, it meant that Delaros and Darius were clearly involved into something deadly serious. Into something that had brought the anger of other sorcerers and even of mages upon them. Rarely did mages and sorcerers work together and this was another proof that Delaros and Darius were badly fucked up.

 

Third, it seemed that the Gods were smiling upon them - the entire mob wiped out… He was badly regretting that he hadn't seen how everything happened. Not because he wanted to gloat over the death of his enemy, but because he wasn't very sure if it was everything like Delaros and Darius said.

 

He had gotten into such a mess! And it wasn't even his fight, not his enemy. Though, he had nothing to complain about - the money that he was going to get paid for accompanying Delaros made that his fight. That was the price for selling one's soul. He couldn't wait for this to end. As Athara promised to go with him, he simply wanted this to end as soon as possible. To take the money, to settle somewhere and to happily live.

 

Fourth, he wasn't sure what, but something had changed. Yes, the weather got better, but it wasn't that. Delaros and Darius kept away from him and Athara. They didn't say a word to Athara after he came round. The younger male seemed not to notice that. Though, maybe he did… Sometimes it was hard to figure Athara out. Even if he loved the man, they had just recently met and it didn't mean he always knew what Athara was thinking about. Sometimes his lover surprised him into the inability to move, like then, when they saw that mob approaching. And sometimes some of Athara's words…

 

Gohan looked at Athara who was walking beside him. The lavender-haired man felt much better - the man regained his strength and was walking without his help. Gohan couldn't help smiling as Athara's sapphire eyes concentrated on him. Athara smiled back at him.

 

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Athara was sitting in a tent, silently watching Darius melt snow into water. Athara sighed. He snapped his fingers, filling the flask and the other six flasks that were standing on the ground at once. Darius almost dropped the bottle in unexpectedness.

 

Athara stood up and walked over too him. He could see that Darius was trying very hard not to feel intimidated. Of course the man was failing.

 

“Are you avoiding me?” Athara asked, already knowing the answer. His eyes flared ice while he used his power to maintain and strengthen the ice that was covering the sea. He was doing this only then when Gohan was not around him.

 

Athara smiled as Darius uncomfortably shifted. Athara's eyes changed back to their sapphire color after he was finished with the task. He swayed as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He knew he needed to separate the entity from this body not to exert himself too much, but he wanted to talk with Darius before that.

 

“I had been serious then, on the ship, when I said that you are the closest thing to a friend I have ever had… I wouldn't ever hurt you,” Athara brushed his lavender hair back.

 

Darius didn't say anything only shifted under Athara's intent gaze. He finally raised his head to look at Athara. “I'm glad to hear that, of course… But…well…you are a God…”

 

Athara rolled his eyes. His long hair ruffling, he carefully sat down onto the cloak that was stretched on the ground. “Well… I'm not exactly a God… I mean, I am, but it's not that it's ME who is a God, but… Ehh…that's complicated… But Gods need friends, too…” he smiled then.

 

Darius was silent. He lowered the flask to the ground. “When I think that you…your Lordship,” he corrected himself, “destroyed all those men in a flash…”

 

Athara looked at him, surprised, and then laughed, his young silver voice tinkling in the tent. “I'm surprised you think about them…” he gave an amused smile to the short-haired man. “You rarely get worried about such things when it comes to your own survival… Just think about those twenty men in Frial,” Athara's amused eyes watched Darius sweat. “Yeah, that was over sixty years ago, but Tarrus has a quite good memory… After all he lent you the power to get rid of them,” Athara chuckled, brushing his long hair behind his ear.

 

Athara's smirk disappeared. Abruptly, he got up. There was concern on his face. “I suppose Tarrus got soft or something, for today he'd have killed them all without a second thought…” Athara mused then. He cocked his head to the side. “And all he…we did now was send them home…and take away the ability to magic from some of them. Well, yes, he killed those two that attacked the two running sailors…” Athara's blue eyes concentrated on Darius. “Does that make him…me a better person or even worse, a hypocrite? I suppose I…or he…or only I…” Athara shook his head, confused.

 

“I don't want Gohan to hate me after he…” Athara spun around on his heal, turning away from Darius shocked face. “I…he…doesn't actually…doesn't actually understand the most ways you, people, live… It used to be black or white for him. Now it's gray… I suppose I…he…we loved the woman that gave birth to me… Why I'm carrying those stupid daggers with me otherwise..? But it's all… It's so confusing…” he shook his head, long lavender hair cascading around his shoulders.

 

After a long pause Athara turned back to look at Darius. “Being a God isn't as fun as you, think it might be…” he shrugged. “Though, yes, while Tarrus hadn't been locked in this body, I…he…would have never had thoughts like this. I suppose too less of place and limited abilities make one search for more possibilities and strive for more… I suppose he understands now why all of you are flouncing about in the world so much…”

 

“Flouncing about…?” Darius muttered in disbelief.

 

Athara shrugged. “Let's say Tarrus had thought he has been unique when he realized that there was something missing in his “perfect” life. And when he descended here… he felt such a fool… Everybody here strives for something…Life here is way complicated than he had presumed… His calmness and balance were gone… Or was it only because we became two separate beings…?” Athara looked at Darius, not being sure. “When he overtakes…” Athara shook his head not finishing.

 

“Actually…” Darius drawled. “It's strange that your Lordship says that… Usually persons who have enough or even too much of everything are the ones that can't find the place in this world. Greed is a great rod of mankind...”

 

“Greed?” Athara cocked his head. “Yes, I suppose you're right…”

 

“I told your Lordship before… The ones who have power… Power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely… I'm very surprised to see your Lordship has qualms because of several petty lives…” Darius smiled at Athara.

 

Athara laughed softly. His blue eyes swept over Darius. “I'm Athara - I'm only a small part of his entity. Then…there we were together, I only used the power, knowledge and experience I'm able to access because I'm a part of him. But if there was the need, Tarrus would overtake over this body…”Athara sighed. “I'm not telling that he's quick to kill… It's that he is a different person than I am… You shouldn't see us as one. We have different standpoints and opinions and ways of acting...even if I'm only a part of him…” Athara silenced. “You have a very interesting way of thinking,” he said then. “I'd like to have discussions like this more frequently… But using his memories and experience… It's tiring this body… Tarrus' mind and memories don't have enough place…and I'm not that smart on my own…” he smiled once again then went back to his clock and sat down. His eyes closed.

 

“We can conti…” Darius silenced after Gohan entered the tent. Darius became aware that at some degree Athara/Tarrus always was aware of what was going on around him. That didn't surprise him.

 

TBC

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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