Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Consequences ❯ Chapter Four ( Chapter 4 )

[ 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)


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.

NOTE - Okay, I've totally swamped my beta-reader ::waves to Sayrrn:: so I'm posting it without being beta-read ^^;

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Chapter Four


"I'm telling you," Carrot began as he set the game controller down to grab his soda. "Mario and Luigi were on drugs."

Gateau just laughed, shaking his head. "No way. You're wrong."

It was Carrot's third week of school and for someone who spent the last three years on home studies, he fit in pretty well. Going through all his classes was a breeze... Except for Ancient History, which he spent most of the time trying to stay both awake and sane. Carrot managed to keep out of the insanity zone, but not falling asleep was something he couldn't help without five espressos.

After two straight hours of non-stop video games, Gateau did his small victory dance for outliving Carrot. Marron only sighed as the pointless debate the other boys were having. As he flipped through the pages of his text book, both Tira and Chocolate were smirking as they set up a board game on the floor.

"Come on," said Gateau. "They're just pixel video game characters."

"Pixel video game characters that were on drugs," added Carrot as he sat down beside Marron. "Think about it: two plumbers who got high by eating mushrooms and were sent to an illusionary non-existent world. A place where money floats in the air, you can blow fire out of your nostrils, ride on a dinosaur who happens to be a vegetarian, and have the ability to fly through clouds that have smiley faces."

The group couldn't help but chuckle and aligned their cars at the start place of the LIFE board game. They played for about an hour until Gateau finally had to go pick up his sister from karate practice. Carrot kept having kids throughout the game and was now selling all his pink children to Chocolate. The phone rang as they were putting everything away, Marron went to go answer while Tira was counting the multi-colored currency.

"Glace residence," Marron informed as he answered. "Oh, hello mother."

Carrot flinched inwardly as he dropped the wheel of LIFE into the box. He had been invited to Marron's house twice this week and had never met his parents. Their parents, From what he gathered from the displayed family photos, Apricot and Onion were together once more. It almost made him smile until he tuned into the rest of the conversation.

"Yes, Gateau said he would return after he picked up Eclair... yes Chocolate and Tira said they would be staying for dinner tonight and..." Covering the mouthpiece, Marron turned to the other teenager and smiled. "Carrot, would you like to stay for dinner?"

"Uh, you know what," Carrot began while trying not to sound nervous. "I think I should be getting home now. Maybe some other time?"

Marron nodded, a little disappointed as he answered his mother. Collecting his text books while Tira and Chocolate were now flipping through a magazine, commenting on the newest fashions; Carrot found himself drawn to the other boy's desk. Shrugging his book bag over his shoulder, his umber eyes scanned the desk contents.

Books. Lots of books that dealt with Eastern humanities, religions, languages... and magic? He frowned as his umber eyes fell upon sketches of familiar looking ofudas as he picked up one of the books. Metaphysics, as Carrot read the table of contents he noticed some chapters were circled in pencil. Astral Travel & Out of Body Experience, Dreams, Elemental Magic, and Meditation.

"Carrot?"

He tear his eyes away and stared at the other boy who was now standing beside him. Marron Glace... had his old name... they all had the same their old names. Coincidence? In Marron's case, no it couldn't be. The same parents, the same friends, the same interests... everything the same.

"Carrot?" Marron repeated as he waved his hand in front of the dazed boy's face. "Are you all right?"

'Brother?'

Breaking out of his reveries, the spiky-haired teenaged just blinked before nodding. He set the book back down on the desk and gave Marron a small assuring smile. Behind it, Carrot was nearly falling apart at the seams. He needed to get of there... he needed Zaha.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered with a fake - yet believable - yawn. "I should head on home."

"Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?"

"I'm sure... I-I made plans with my dad for tonight." Inwardly he winced when lying to his reincarnated-brother's face. "Rain check?"

"Sure," Marron nodded with a slight smile as he showed his new friend to the door.




After saying their goodbyes, Carrot walked alone for a few minutes to and wasn't surprised when a car pulled up along the sidewalk. He paused for a moment as the passenger door was popped open. Immediately he recognized the familiar face and got in.

"I was wondering when you finally decided to come back from OZ, Tin Man."

The former samurai gave the teenager a mock glare and focused on the road, "Put your seat belt on, Toto; before I have an 'accident' and you go flying out the window."

Carrot stuck his tongue at him before complying, after all Kengyu Kiba was usually good with keeping his word. Luckily, Grey splashed on the concrete rather than splat and stayed that way. The teenager then spotted a packet laying on the dashboard and opened it without asking.

Kengyu shot him a look of annoyance as he focused on the road ahead of them. The boy reclined back on the leather seat as he looked through the pictures. Every fifteen seconds he released a snort and snicker at the miserable expression on Artail and Vega's faces.

"Hhmm, maybe you should have took them to a bar before Kabuki..."

The older looking man snorted, "And then have them running around drunk and naked across the city?"

"Jeeze! Does everyone know that story?!" Carrot demanded, red with embarrassment. He shook it off quickly and turned to look at photos again. "So where's this girlfriend you claim to have? You did take a picture of her, didn't you?"

"I did." he nodded. "Knowing that you're an unbelieving brat who would demmand proof. Look at the last ones."

"Okay."

Carrot flipped to the last photos and saw Kengyu with his arm around a beautiful woman. A very familiar beautiful woman. He gaped and held it closer to his face.

"Shicho?! You're dating Shicho of the Soga Clan?!"

"The Soga clan does not exist anymore," Kengyu pointed out. "Neither does mine; therefore I no longer consider her as an enemy."

"Oh." Umber eyes still blinked at the happy couple in the picture with disbelief. "It's just weird... strange... abnormal... and..."

Kengyu raised an eyebrow at the boy who quickly put the photos away.

"I'm going to shut up now."

"Thank you."



Zaha adjusted his tie once more as he finished looking over some files and put them away as the main door opened. Carrot entered the living area where he was seated on one of the Victorian sofas. Dropping the school bag, the boy flopped onto the sofa, reclining his head back on the other's lap to beam up at him.

Blinking, the older man stared down at Carrot. "Oh, good. You're home early."

"Yes, *dad*." Carrot rolled his eyes as he undid some of the buttons on his uniform. "But I can't stay long, my lover is waiting for me. So don't wait up... for like the next couple of days."

Zaha chuckled as he leaned down to kiss the young man's soft lips. The boy's arms reached up to wrap around his neck, holding him in place. Lips parted eagerly and he took the invitation, exploring the warm cavern that was Carrot's mouth with his tongue.

He was getting a crick in his neck minutes later, and gently pulled away, ending the kiss. Carrot licked his lips and remained laying in the same place before eyes focused on the tuxedo he lover was wearing. The boy frowned slightly, sitting up, he turned to face him.

"You have plans for tonight?"

"Ah, yes," he answered, looking away from the boy.

Carrot sighed before shrugging as he stood up. "Okay, have fun. I have homework to do anyway."

"Homework?" The older man gave Carrot a disbelieving look. "Since when do you do homework?"

"Eh." Carrot shrugged again before picking up his bag off the floor and leaving the study.

Zaha rearranged his papers once more and began to count backwards from twenty. He could already determine Carrot was already up the stairs, heading to their bedroom. Standing up, he greeted Moss, Grey, and Kengyu when they entered. All three were dressed in evening wear for the occasion tonight.

"Did you tell him?" asked Moss.

Zaha shook his head. "...Eleven... Ten... Nine... Eight..."

Grey snickered as the sound of feet pounded against the floor, heading back towards the study.

"...Seven... Six... Five..."

Kengyu sighed as he distanced himself from the door and took a seat on the sofa. The footsteps grew louder as Zaha began to reach the end.

"...Four... Three... Two..."

Carrot burst back into the study, his face red as he held up the dress he had found laying on his portion of the bed.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"...One..."

It took a few more moments of Carrot to calm himself. His arms flapping up and down rapidly as if he could use them to fly away. Zaha quickly took the expensive dress from him before he could to tear it to pieces. He cleared his throat after the teenager's little tantrum and began to explain.

"Carrot, we are all attending a benefit dinner tonight," he said, gesturing to the others. "Unless you wish old women flirting with you and pinching your cheeks because you remind them of a male relative; I suggest you put this on."

"Hell no," Carrot answered immediately. He simmered down a little when Zaha gave him a slight look of annoyance. "Why do I even have to go?"

"Because I wish to spend the evening actually raising funds to build new irrigation in Africa, not fending off the dubious charms of various gold-diggers. To do that I need to be escorting someone," Zaha then nodded towards his young lover. "You are it."

Before the boy could protest, the dress was placed back in his arms and he was turned to face the door. "Now hurry up and get dressed. Moss will help with your hair and make-up."

Upon hearing her name while stifling giggles at the scene, Moss stepped forward in her long velvet forrest green and gold gown. She placed her hand on Carrot's shoulder, urging him out with her. He let himself be led while glaring at the dress, like one would towards his mortal enemy.



"Gentlemen," Moss announced as she stepped back into the study about an hour later. Her face beaming with pride as the three men stopped their discussion and looked towards the door. She stepped aside and gestured to the figure beside her and hidden behind the door. "I give you, Callista O'Connell."

The three men in the room blinked and waited. No one stepped forward and Moss cleared her throat and reached out to grab the figure's arm. "...Once again... I give you, Callista O'Connell."

With a hard tug, 'Callista' came staggering into the room. Once the young 'woman' regained her balance, she looked up and crossed her arms over her chest, chin raised in defiance. An odd silence filled the room as four pairs of eyes were on Callista.

No one would ever guess that the young woman underneath the makeup, wig, and the expensive silk dress, was Carrot Glace. The glossy and glimmering dress was actually two pieces with a bodice stop with a little padding in the bust area. Nothing but the finest, as Carrot's wrists and neck were wrapped with diamonds. He gave a small inaudible sigh, tugging absently on the opera gloves, before smoothing over the long skirt.

The wig hardly looked like a wig at all. Moss had mastered her curling iron and styled the hair so it hung half up, spilling down Carrot's back in rivulets and curls. Makeup was applied to Carrot's face, hiding his handsome boyish face completely.

What had completed the illusion was Carrot's acting. Callista gave a polite curtsy with a charming smile. His voice was soft and definitely feminine. "Good evening, gentlemen."

Zaha was captivated and for a moment so was everyone else. Moss beamed with pride for her 'dress up doll' while Kengyu played along. The Samurai bowed respectfully before taking Callista's hand and kissing it.

"Good evening, my lady."

The teenager resisted the urge to take off one of his gloves and slap him with it. Instead, he glared wearily at Grey who was standing besides Moss. Dark Grey, being one of Carrot's oldest and closest friends, sniggered.

"I hate dressing up like this," Carrot complained, his voice returning to normal. His umber eyes found Zaha's and narrowed in annoyance. "Why didn't you tell me about this benefit earlier so I could come up with an excuse not to go?"

Zaha raised an eyebrow before gesturing everyone out the study. "That's why."



The banquet hall was beautiful that evening and as Carrot stepped through the arch doorways, he felt a familiar deja vu. The building's architecture and design reminded him of the Mediterranean. For a brief moment he was taken back the days he and Zaha spent living on the Italian Riviera.

Looking around the large hall, his eyes took in more of the arch doorways and windows, the different kinds of flowers, and even the Carrara marble floor. He had the longing to return to their Villa Riviera and leave this busy city. One of his favorite moments was staring at the Mediterranean Sea on the villa's panoramic terrace. He could almost hear Zaha calling his name, asking him to come back to bed...

"Callista," Zaha murmured to draw him back from his reverie.

Carrot sighed inwardly as he focused on the benefit dinner again. Charming, he had to remember to act like a charming young woman and not frown at the adoring looks he was getting. Not to mention the leers and sneers from unwanted admirers and the 'gold-diggers' Zaha had been talking about.

He practically clung to Zaha's arm for an hour until one of Zaha's colleagues was bold enough to ask if he could cut in. He wanted to say no and 'to hell with being etiquette' - but decided not to cause a scene. So he danced with a few men and hated every minute of it.

Dinner would be served soon... and maybe he could fake food poisoning. Carrot frowned knowing his lover wouldn't buy it as he was offered a glass of wine from a nearby waiter. Catching a warning glance from Kengyu across the room, he sipped slowly and eyed Zaha who was now talking with a group of other men.

Zaha Torte, sometimes he could hear the nagging voice of the past world's Carrot Glace screaming at him. 'How could you destroy Spooner?! How could you fall in love with your worst enemy?! How could you be gay?!'

He immediately tuned the voice out and focused on Zaha.

'I wanna go home ... I wanna go home ... I wanna go home...' he kept singing in his head before he felt someone tug on his skirt. He looked down and tried not to growl out loud. There were just some things in his past life that he wish would just stay in the past.

"Hello," he said politely. "May I help you with something?"


Back when Spooner existed, before he even heard the name Zaha Torte, Carrot had a nemesis. Hardly a rival but a major annoyance in his pursue of love. It seemed everywhere he went, the sorry excuse of a Sorcerer had followed. Every attempt he made on the girl, the little weasel ruined. Now, a millennia later in the new world, Count Potato Chips stood before him.

"He-He-hewwo," Potato stuttered in normal Potato-speech. It reminded the annoyed cross-dresser a lot of Elmer Fud. The chubby young man was blushing scarlet as he stared into Carrot's eyes as he tried to continue. "I-I-I was just wonderwing if... if we met befor'we?

"No," Carrot responded, eyeing Potato's ever present butler who was cheering him on. "I do not believe so."

"Oh, I could've sworn... oh nevermindth... I'm Potato Chips... what's yo'w name?"

"Callista. Callista O'Connell."

Potato tried to look suave despite the fact he was sweating bullets from his large pores. "Callista, that's... that's a pwetty name...a..re you her'we with anyone?"

'Holy, crossdress-Batman! Is the little pervert trying to hit on me?! ME?!' Carrot fought the urge to vomit. "Yes, I'm here with Zaha Torte." 'The dead man standing a couple feet away...'

"Oh," Potato visibly deflated. "He's a f'weind of my momm... mom's... oh their serving ice cream. Want any?"

"No, I'm fine. Please excuse me..." Carrot said hurriedly as he took two more glasses of wine and headed towards his companion. He should have taken the bottle with him as he approached the small crowd of people. It was going to be a long night.