Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Elements ❯ Chapter 35 ( Chapter 35 )

Disclaimer: Neither Gundam Wing nor its characters are mine. They are the property of their respective owners. Rhys (when he shows up) is not mine. He is the property of Laurel K. Hamilton. The Sidhe, the way I use them, are Laurel K. Hamilton's interpretation of the faeries from mythology. If I use Hands of Power, which I might, they are the creation of Laurel K. Hamilton, too.

Pairings: 2x1 (eventually), 6+1, 5+1, implied 3+4, R+H, H+9+H, others to be named Rating: NC-17, Warnings: AU, OOC, probably lemon, semi Duo- bastardization (don't worry, he gets over it), angst, NICE RELENA Chapter 18, 3x1 lemon, but don't worry, it's just sex. Lots of death, too, so maybe I should put DEATH FIC. Sorry I didn't put it sooner, but I just kind of got away with me.

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The Elements

Chapter 35

Weeks passed and still Oberon could not find a being to match the splendor of Quintessa. In anger, he began sending inferior ones back to their families, in pieces. He was tired of looking for Quintessa. He wanted her, and he wanted her *now*. Oberon was in a rage and took it out on anyone who deigned to come near him, even his brothers, even Gwydion.

It took Dylan--quiet, inconspicuous little Famine, who'd been doing a much better job than anyone gave him credit for, typical--to point out to Oberon a spell. An ancient spell meant to bring someone back to life. All it would take was the Blood of Earth. And the life blood of Earth's mate.

Oberon made the preparations and left for America. He had a human to kidnap.

***

Wufei was having a great dream when he was jerked awake. There was this beautiful boy--Wufei was inclined to believe it was Heero, though he really couldn't see the face--and he was riding Wufei. He responded to all of Wufei's touches and obeyed all of his commands. Which was ruined when Milliardo shook him awake.

"Aah, Milly, why'd you have to go and do that?" Wufei whined to the man who was holding up remarkably well, all things considered. "It was just getting to the good part."

Milliardo arched an eyebrow and tilted his head as if to say `Are you daft, man? Do you have any idea what you were doing?' Wufei thought a minute and then answered the first unasked question. Yes, he was daft. What the hell was he doing, falling asleep during sentry duty? Wufei smacked himself on the forehead and swore, something he'd been doing a lot more recently. Wufei grabbed his knife--it was a butcher knife; after all, they were boarded up in a, well, boarding school, and there weren't that many weapons from which to choose--and stood up.

"Sorry, Milliardo," he said, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He kicked himself--figuratively, this time--this was the third time this week he'd fallen asleep while on sentry duty. He might as well just open the front doors and ask all the looters and hoarders and killers to *please* come in and kill them all and take everything they had. Wufei was lucky that, since his brother's death, Milliardo didn't sleep much. Otherwise, he might've slept all through the night.

Out of nowhere, there was a bang on the door. Wufei swore again; he'd thought that all the homeless beggars had given up trying to get into the school. They *weren't* letting anyone else in, no matter what. Wufei didn't care if it was the President, the Pope, or the incarnation of God himself, he and Milliardo were not opening that door. Wufei heard the bang again. He saw the wood splinter.

Oh, shit. That was not good. Wufie glanced over at Milliardo and saw that he'd already sounded the alarm. Good man. The other guys came down from their rooms--in all stages of dress, ranging from fully clothed to pajamas to completely naked--just as the doors burst open.

Wufei turned back in horror to see a hoard of beings--nymphs, maybe?--that looked a whole hell of a lot like Trowa. That scared Wufei, but what made him about shit his pants was the person in the middle of the hoard.

There, in the center of the group, wearing the robes of a king, was Heero.

***

Oberon surveyed the group of humans--mere boys, most of them--looking for one in particular. He wasn't there, but Oberon knew he was in this building, somewhere.

"Kill them all, but leave Duo for me," Oberon commanded the nymphs. They would do as he'd commanded. Apparently, they'd felt the death of their brother Trowa some weeks before and blamed these humans. They had been aching for revenge ever since.

Oberon walked up to one of the boys and grabbed him. He looked into his mind and saw where Duo was. The boy was sentimental; he still used the room that he'd shared with Heero. Oberon threw the human away--Wufei was his name--and climbed the stairs to the junior floor.

The floor was empty, except for some snoring coming from the old peoples' rooms--Wufei had been very thorough in his memories--and for that, Oberon was glad. Not that he would have minded too terribly much if there had been a couple of humans to kill, but really, they would have been more trouble than they were worth. Oberon crept down the hall, lest he wake Duo too soon.

Oberon opened the door and looked into the familiar room. It was exactly like he remembered, but for one difference. Actually, two differences. One, Duo's bed clothes were ruffled, but there was no one in it. Two, Duo was sleeping in the bed that had been Heero's. Oberon checked the rest of the room to make sure no one was there creeping in the shadows, ready to pounce on him. Oberon tutted when he found no one. Really, these boys were very stupid, leaving a defenseless comrade asleep like this. Oh, well, there wasn't much they would have been able to do, anyway, and it made Duo easier for the taking.

Oberon leaned over Duo's sleeping form and grabbed his head, kissing him sloppily, messily. Duo's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled.

"Heero," Duo said, reaching up to pull Oberon down to him.

"Uh, uh. Guess again," Oberon said, wrenching from Duo's grasp.

Understanding dawned in Duo's eyes, and he sat up. "Who are you? What are you doing here? What have you done to my friends?" Duo demanded, quite funnily in Oberon's opinion. Duo's face scrunched up like a little kid's when he got all high and mighty.

"Why, Duo, I am hurt," Oberon said. "I thought for sure you'd remember me. After all, aren't I the one who gave you your precious memories back. I'm Death, but you may call me Oberon. As for what I'm doing here, I came to get you, silly boy. And I have done not one thing to your friends, though I can't vouch for what the nymphs have done to them. I never thought nymphs could get so vicious, but I guess family is that important to them. Either that or this is really the only time they get to let their evil side out. It always is the quiet ones, I suppose."

Duo lunged at Oberon, hands out as if to strangle him.

Oberon laughed. "My dear, dear boy, you can't kill me. Only your dreamlover can do that, and he obviously isn't going to. Now, along, we must be going."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Duo growled, and there came that cute little face again.

"Yes, you are," Oberon insisted, grabbing Duo's wrist and grinding the bones together. "If you won't come willingly, I *can* make you. And believe me, it won't be pleasant. I am both Earth and Spirit, after all; I can control your body and your mind, if I so choose."

Duo resisted again, and Oberon sighed. He didn't want to do this--it was such a waste of breath, really--but the human left him with no other choice. Oberon muttered the incantation, and Duo went rigid.

"Stand up," he commanded, and Duo did. "Follow me."

Selune