Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Consequences
Written By: Teno Hikari (tenohikari@cs.com) &
Lady Douji (ladydouji@pdq.net)
Beta Read by: Sarryn

Disclaimer: I swear I'll give Carrot back once I'm done with him ^_^

Summary: AU - In order to save the souls of his friends, Carrot agrees to Zaha's demands and destroys the world. A new world is created where magic does not exist. Now that Spooner is gone and his loved ones reborn, can Carrot deal with the consequences of his choice? (Based from Lady Douji's idea)

Warning: adult situations, sex (some S/M), and lots of Caraha yaoi.


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"You are here, no escape
From my visions of the world
You will cry, all alone
But it does not mean a thing to me."
- Aura performed by Emily Bindiger

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Chapter Three

"Dammit Vega, order your damn dogs to stay the hell out of my garden!"

"Plant-woman, my *wolves* were nowhere near your territory."

"Then how do you explain the frozen rose bushes?!"


Carrot groaned and tried to muffle the argument with a pillow. 'To early for this...'

He eventually gave up and decided to just kill the members of his 'family' ... or at least make their lives a living hell. Yawning loudly, he stretched his limbs and turned over to snuggle up against his lover. Instead, the young man found himself hugging a pillow. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked around and found the rest of the bedroom empty.

"Zaha?"

No response. Carrot frowned slightly as he sat up, pushing the blankets aside, and stared at his wrists. He brushed his fingers against the smooth and unblemished skin that had been bleeding the last night. He got up, showered, dressed and then found his pendant laying on the nightstand beside the bed. Slipping it on, his eyes came across the broken remains of the handcuffs. He picked them and chucked them into the bathroom wastebasket before stripping the bedding. After tossing the soiled sheets into the hamper and he replaced them with clean ones.

"Carrot-dear," Moss called out sweetly, standing just behind the bedroom door. "Are you awake yet?"

"No," he answered while opening the door.

The tall woman bounced in and threw her arms around him, nearly toppling them both to the floor. "How was the first day of school? Have a lot of homework? How many times did you get hit on? Are the teachers cool? Do you like the classes? Make new friends?"

He took a deep breath to answer her questions in one long string. "I was late. Yes. Twice. Some. They're okay. And ... yes, sort of."

"Only twice?" Moss blinked, a look of disbelief on her face. "Well, it is the first day after all. Usually they pounce all over you like hungry bunny rabbits...hehe."

Carrot rolled his eyes as the tan-skinned female pulled away and stalked over to his wardrobe. Moss hummed pleasantly to herself as she stepped inside the walk-in-closet and fished out his school uniform. She made a tsk-ing noise, frowning at the clothes in her arms.

"Faded black?! What ugly buttons! Ick!"

"It's not that bad," he spoke up. He stopped Moss before she could spill kerosene on the uniform and light it on fire. "I only have to wear it until..."

"Unacceptable!"

The older-looking woman folded her arms and glared at the set of clothes. "It must be replaced. I refuse to let my dress-up-doll walk around in *this*."

He gave her a wounded look. "Dress-up-doll...? I am a guy you know..."

"I'm sorry," she said, giving him an apologetic smile. "I meant to say my *manly* dress-up-doll, tee hee!"

He was about to open his mouth to protest, but quickly thought against it and left her alone to do as she pleased with the poor school uniform. Carrot stifled another yawn as he made his way over to the living room and faced the rest of his 'family' who hanged out on the weekends.

Both Artail and Vega were discussing something about work. They paused to nod a greeting. Grey was lounging on one of the leather couches, flipping through TV channels. Gia was in the kitchen silently making breakfast. Carrot yawned a 'good morning' as he patted the heads of the wolves while they relaxed on the rug.

"Morning, frozen fuzzy things..."

Carrot bit into a piece of toast and held it with his teeth as he began to count on his fingers. "Hey... we're missn..."

"Don't speak with your mouth full," Artail advised him. "Otherwise one of us lucky men might have to give mouth-to-mouth resuscitation."

Grey and Vega snickered as the young man swallowed hard, glaring at the three of them. "Idiot, you don't give mouth-to-mouth when someone is choking. Unless they throw up in the kiss...eww... Anyway, I thought Kengyu was coming back with you guys this weekend."

"He was, but we couldn't pull him away from his girlfriend." Vega snorted as he encouraged his wolves to wander outside to snack on the garden some more.

Carrot blinked, pouring himself some orange juice. "Tin-man has a girlfriend? Since when?"

"I don't know why you insist on calling him that, he's not living armor anymore. Oh yes, he met her a few nights ago," answered Artail. "At the Kabuki play that Vega and I were dragged off to go see with him."

"Five hours." Ice Vega shook his head in disdain. "Five hours of my eternal life that I'll never get back."

"You would only sleep through them anyway," quipped the spiky-haired boy. "So, where did Zaha go to this morning?"

"He had an early business breakfast with a few partners," answered Moss as she entered the kitchen to make herself a light salad. "He said he would be back around noon and..." she trailed off when she looked outside the window. "Vega you ass!"

The former Guardian Spirit laughed until a potted-plant went sailing towards his face. Artail shook his head as his friend toppled over onto the floor. Grey sat up and snickered while Carrot sighed and looked for the first-aid kit.

"He had that coming."

All the while, Gia said nothing but nodded his head in agreement.




"Hey, Tira!"

The younger Misu sister looked up from the paper she had been reading and smiled at her approaching friend. She quickly stuffed the papers into her book bag and smiled at the other girl. The short dark-haired girl huffed before smiling brightly at the older girl.

"Morning, Dotta," Tira greeted, returning the smile. "How's it going?"

"Great. Looky!" Dotta then extended her wrist to show the pink-haired girl her charm bracelet. "Sirius got it for me. Isn't it pretty?!"

"It's beautiful..." said Tira, breathlessly. "When did he give it to you?"

The amber-eyed teen happily retold the story of how her boyfriend gave her the bracelet after a romantic evening that weekend. Tira just listened, looking at the piece of jewelry with mild envy. She quickly shook the bitter feeling aside and concentrated on being happy for Dotta.

It wasn't long before the rest of the gang showed up. Gateau and Marron were practically connected to the hip. Chocolate was ahead of them, making lewd comments while Eclair was in her usual spot: clinging to her big brother's back. The blonde girl jumped off and immediately went to go ogle her best friend's bracelet.

"So, Tira," Chocolate caught up with her sister and smiled. "Did you help Carrot finish his rough draft? Can I read it?"

"Uh ... no, he .. he...," Tira stammered with a blush. "He wasn't able to finish it last week."

"Hmm..." the redhead brought a finger to her lips. "Maybe I can help him out today in class..."

"I'm helping him!" Tira shouted suddenly, startling the group. She blushed the color of her hair and calmed herself down quickly. "I-I mean m-maybe ... we could ... b-both help him..."

Dotta blinked. "Carrot?"

"A new student," answered Marron. "He joined our creative writing class last Friday."

"Marron and I ran into him at the mall after school," added Gateau. "He was kinda out of it, and a little shy around girls."

"He's hot," Chocolate said brightly while Tira flushed like a tomato.

Eclair pointed to one of the basketball courts, "That's him over there."

The others turned their heads and were surprised to see a crowd of students around the court. A game was going on with six boys. Five of them were on Gateau's Basketball team since they were sporting jerseys. The other player was wearing a dark black uniform the same color as his spiky hair.

"That's him!" exclaimed Chocolate. "Carrot Torte."



The dark-haired teenager moved across the court with quicksilver speed, maneuvering around the taller players with ease and dribbling the ball like it was an extension of his hand. It never left Carrot's possession. Umber eyes quickly sized up the defender who had his arms stretched out in both directions.

"It's not a fair game since he's got no team," said Gateau. "I think I'll join in and..."

The tall blonde stopped speaking as Carrot faked to the left before throwing the ball between the other player's legs. Confused, the defender reached down to retrieve it and the dark haired boy leapt over his bent form. Carrot caught the basketball after it's first bounce and shot it through the hoop.

The watchers exploded in applause and raucous cheers. Carrot took inhaled deeply as he wiped the sheen of sweat from his brow. After thanking a blushing girl from the sophomore class for a water bottle, he noticed that a small crowd had formed around him. A crowd of familiar faces that felt like impregnable walls closing in on him. The umber-eyed boy hastily backed away, breaking out of the circle. Noticing the surprised look on the of teenagers' faces, he coughed up a weak apology.

"Sorry," he said again as they made their way into the school building. "Just not used to being around so many people..."




"How long did you have home studies for?" asked Chocolate, who quickened her pace so she was now at Carrot's side. For some odd reason Tira found herself right alongside her older sister, grinding her teeth together.

"Three years."

Marron's brow knitted together. "Three years? So is this your first time attending High School?"

"Yeah," Carrot replied automatically, nodding his head. He then reached into his school bag and pulled out his class schedule. Chocolate's curiosity got the better of her and she leaned forward to look. The redhead's eyes nearly fell out of their sockets.


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Name: Carrot Torte
Student ID # 31953XXXX


Period Class Time
00 Homeroom 08:00-08:15
01 Trigonometry 08:30-09:15
02 Intermediate Piano 09:30-10:15
03 Ancient History - Advanced 10:30-11:15
04 PE 11:30-12:15
-- Lunch 12:15-01:00
05 Chemistry - Advanced 01:00-01:45
07 Creative Writing 02:00-02:45


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"Whoa," Gateau whistled as he stared along with the Misu sister. Tira quickly looked away, her face as pink as her hair. Facing forward, she wondered why she was reacting this way...after she had only met Carrot a few days ago. "So, gonna sign up for any clubs? You know you were pretty good on the court. Our team could use another backup-player."

The umber-eyed boy glanced at the blonde. "You're on the team?"

"Yeap!" Eclair answered for her brother, already attaching herself to him like a human backpack. "Gateau's been the team captain for almost two years! They're going to win the Nationals this year, right bro?"

The older boy grinned as he ruffled his sister's short blonde hair. "Oh yeah, we're gonna kick ass."

"That is, if we ever end up going to class," Marron pointed out as the second bell rung. Everyone cursed and began heading their separate ways. Everyone except Carrot who wasn't quite sure where to find his Homeroom class. He was going to be late again. Wonderful.

"Hello."

Carrot flinched and looked up... and stared.

"Good morning, are you new?" The beautiful woman smiled pleasantly at him. "You seem to be lost."

The teenager slowly nodded his head in response while averting his eyes from the older woman's gaze. "Would you please tell me where I can find room B202?"

"That would be Ms. Calamari's class," she answered, absently brushing some curly locks of lavender hair from her face. "I'll show where it is. Please, follow me."

"Thank you," he said, following her down one of the hallways. He kept his eyes ahead and not on his guide. The woman continued to smile pleasantly even until they finally stopped in front of room B202. Stepping inside, the instructor's cheery morning announcement stopped as she turned to look at the two. True to her name, Ms. Calamari had an odd squid-looking hairstyle, or at least Carrot thought so.

"Hi," the teacher smiled at his guide and then at Carrot. "Are you our new student?"

"Yeah, I'm Carrot Torte." He handed his teacher his class schedule and looked around the room for some familiar faces. He found one and it smiled at him with warm amber eyes. He found himself returning Marron's smile before he tuned the Ms. Calamari's voice back in.

"...morning announcements and evening parent-teacher conferences. Now would anyone care to volunteer by showing Mr. Torte around for the day?"

Marron's hand shot up almost immediately, startling the other volunteers. "Thank you, Mr.Glace," the teacher beamed at the teenager before turning to Carrot and handing back his schedule. "Please, have a seat."

The spiky-head youth turned to his guide and bowed politely. "Thanks again for helping me... Ms...?"

"Stellar," she answered. "I'm the school counselor. And if you have any problems at all, please come by and see me. Marron can show you where my office is later."

She turned to leave and Carrot couldn't help but watch her. When the door clicked shut, he lowered his eyes and went to sit down. In the last five minutes of class, Carrot listened as Ms. Calamari finished reading the morning announcement. He paid little attention to the upcoming school dance, school sport games, or the fundraiser for the senior class trip. What caught his attention was the 'Eco Club' and some can-food drives.

After Homeroom ended, Marron used their fifteen-minute break to point out the major buildings such as the library, the computer lab, nurse's office, cafeteria, bathrooms, etc. He found out that Ms. Stellar's office was right alongside the nurse's. Maybe he would go see her sometime.

With Marron's assistance he had no difficulty finding his other classes. He did his best to look interested throughout Trigonometry while making some new friends who were struggling in the class and needed some tutoring. Piano was fun and his instructor asked if he could perform in their upcoming recital. He told her he would think about it ... if the instructor would let him play jazz. Ancient History was as dry as thousand year-old bones. Well, at least that's how the Instructor taught it, what with his monotone voice. Fortunately, Carrot had PE to loosen up the tension.

He was pleased to know, on the way to the boy's locker room, that he had the class with Gateau, the popular athlete of the school and all around nice guy. Unless you pissed him off or tried to hit on his little sister. Carrot had no intention of doing either, and smiled at the boy as they finished their mile run together.

"Take it you're used to this," said Gateau as they stopped by the water fountain. "Run a lot?"

"When I can," he answered, splashing cool water onto his face. They thanked the group of girls in their class for getting them towels. The teen blinked as he dried his face and a scrap of paper fell out. Swallowing hard, he opened it up to read the name and phone number of the girl who handed him the towel. The blonde just grinned before placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Come on, dodge ball time."

Carrot's face brightened. He tossed the towel on a nearby bench, forgetting about the piece of scrap in the pocket of his sweat-pants. He joined the line of players waiting to be picked. They looked looking nervous. Nervousness turned into relief, if they were chosen to be on Gateau's team.

"Oh, man," a boy next to Carrot mumbled. "We're gonna die, if we don't end up on Mocha's team."
Carrot turned to face him and saw that the opposing team looked sickly pale. "Does he hit hard?"

"He doesn't mean to," answered another student. "He's just really strong. One time, when we were playing soccer, he kicked the ball so hard it broke right through the net!"

The umber-eyed boy couldn't help but smile about, until he was called to join a team. The team Gateau wasn't on. Carrot only shrugged as the other players in line gave him sympathetic looks and they contemplated their own fate. Once the two teams were divided, the coach blew the whistle and the game had begun.

Soccer balls went flying through the air left and right. Five minutes into the game, half of Carrot's team had been taken down by the basketball captain. He himself had managed to take out a couple of his opponents and dodge at the same time, but it wasn't long enough until he was alone. A couple of his opponents attempted to hit him, but Carrot effortlessly dodged and took them out. Now it was just him and Gateau and both teams were cheering for their remaining player.

Blue eyes locked onto dark brown as the two last players sized each other up. Carrot's brow lowered in concentration. The balls were literally in Gateau's court. The blonde chucked one at him and the other boy moved out of the way. The ball flew passed his shoulder but Carrot made no attempt to get it once he saw his opponent pick up another one.

Again and again, Gateau attempted to hit the other boy and missed. Another ten minutes flew by and the blonde was looking frustrated as Carrot continued to dodge by dashing, summersaults, or cartwheels. Everyone who witnessed it were sweat-dropping from where they watched.

Gateau finally lost all patience and begin shooting the balls like mad. "Dammit, you can't dodge them forever!"

Carrot broke into a grin as he dodged another missile coming at him. "Ha, just watch me!"

They were so wrapped up in their dodge-ball-death-match that neither teenager saw the yearbook crew approach. Carrot back-flipped and did a one-armed handstand to avoid another hit. He was about to cartwheel away when a bright flash blinded him. He became disorientated momentarily. Then he felt a blow connect. He went down, crashing hard onto the pavement.

"Carrot!" Gateau and some other students were immediately at the fallen boy's side. "Hey, you all right?"

"Uhuhuh," the dark-haired teenager drawled with googley eyes. He made a fast recovery and slowly sat up, rubbing the back of his head. "Well fuck, this is oddly familiar..."

"Are you sure you're all right?" asked Gateau as he helped the other to his feet. "I'm sorry... the ball... um slipped."

"And the wind carried it 30miles per hour?" Carrot inquired dryly before breaking into another grin. "But that was fun."

The blue-eyed teen blinked before smiling. "Yeah, it was. We gotta play against each other more often."

"Yeah."

"Hey, lunch is after this class. Wanna sit with us?"

"Sure."



Sitting on the bleachers and watching the whole dodge-ball game, Ms. Stellar observed the game conclude. A gentle smile formed on her lips as she watched both Carrot and Gateau. Her crimson eyes then settled completely on the dark-haired boy before she lowered them to read the papers on her lap.

Student ID # 31953XXXX
Name: Carrot Torte
Sex: Male
DOB: March 22, 1985
Mother: deceased
Father: deceased
Parental Guardian: Zaha Torte

Upon reading the last words on the sheet, her smile distorted into a frown. Eyes now narrowed in anger, she placed the papers back into the student file folder and watched the teenager again. The boy was smiling, his earth-brown eyes beaming happily, as they started another game.

"Are you truly happy? Why on earth does he have you now?" she asked herself. "Soon, Carrot, I'll find out and separate you from each other for good. I won't let history repeat itself. I swear it."