Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Starting Over ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Lemony Chocolate 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 473 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Angst / Psychological / Romance / Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.25.2003 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 473 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 7
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The next couple of days and nights followed a predictable pattern. During the day Carrot was a chatterbox, always talking about anything and everything. Clearly nervous around Gateau, making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. He was always charming towards any female in sight, especially if she was pretty. The female would react in one of two ways: with a giggle and smile or with a blank look wondering about the intelligence of the boy in front of her.
But around 5 or 5:30 pm he would get quieter and quieter until they began to look at him with concern. It wasn't until Stella finished her last conference call and announced that it was 5:30 pm that she understood the significant of the time. Fury filled her body and she shook with rage. She tried to calm herself as Dota and Cinnamon looked at her with concern.
"That bastard," she hissed, her eyes nearly glowing with rage. "That fucking bastard." Angrily she paced back and forth, desperately trying to calm herself before she appeared in front of the family.
"Stella, what's wrong?" Cinnamon asked anxiously. She had been hired as Stella's social secretary, taking the burden off of Dota and allowing her more freedom to be with her fiancé.
"Every day, Carrot starts getting quieter around five-thirty. I just figured out why. It's quitting time!" She watched the other two women pale in fury and snarl as the realization clicked in their minds.
Gradually they calmed themselves in order to present the picture of composed tranquility. Gateau and Marron exchanged glances when the women entered. The two weren't fooled one bit and decided to corner the three women as soon as possible after dinner.
When they heard the explanation, they, too, growled and had to calm themselves. Together, they all vowed to help Carrot overcome this.
They retired to bed to seek their rest.
Carrot paced in his lonely room as he waited until Marron was asleep before creeping into his room and climbing gingerly into his bed. He snuggled against his side for comfort. Ever since the first night after he had arrived, he did this and snuck back out at the light of day. However, on the third day, he overslept and was caught.
Gateau walked into the bedroom to wake Marron for their early morning jog and discovered Carrot wrapped around Marron. He stood frowning over the pretty picture they made as Marron slowly awoke.
Marron opened his eyes to see his friend frowning at him and asked why he was frowning.
His eyes widened when he felt arms wrapped around him from behind. Twisting his neck he realized that Carrot had crept into his bed sometime during the night. Without waking me, he thought in astonishment. He turned back to Gateau with a puzzled frown as he struggled to untangle the arms wrapped around him. Every time he got one arm off and started working on the other arm, the first arm would come back. This continued and Gateau was bent over laughing, seeing the frown of concentration on Marron face as he tried to escape without waking Carrot.
It wasn't until he asked for help from Gateau that he was able to get free, but at the cost of terrifying Carrot. He realized this as he felt the body behind him jerk away at the touch of Gateau's hand on his arm. The boy screamed. He heard Gateau gasp at the sight of Carrot's lash-marked body. Quickly flipping over he dragged the shaking boy into his arms. He murmured reassurances and endearments against the shell of the boy's ear. While he soothed the shivering Carrot, he signaled Gateau to leave, knowing Carrot wouldn't relax in his presence.
Quietly whispering "I'm sorry" over and over into his ear, he gently calmed the quaking body in his arms.
Waiting until he had calmed sufficiently, Marron asked, "How long have you been sneaking in the bed with me?" He felt him stiffen and slowly stroking the tension from the slender back.
"Since the first night," came the shamed reply. Marron was floored at the thought that Carrot had been creeping into his bed all this time without triggering his deadly reflexes.
"Tell you what," Marron said, raising the woebegone face to his, "Every night, you have my permission to sleep in here with me." He smiled and was rewarded by the wide grin that split Carrot's face. He leaned up for a swift kiss before bouncing out the door, a cheerful song drifting over his shoulder.
Marron smiled indulgently. I have the bounciest niisan in the entire world, he thought with an amused shake of his head before getting out of bed and dressing to go jogging with Gateau.
He decided to take Carrot shopping that day to buy him clothes. He didn't want him anywhere near the Glace residence and he sure as hell want Carrot to have anything from that place. After their jog, he ran up stairs and changed.
He located the little chatterbox flirting with one of the giggling maids. Quickly he seized his arm and dragged him away while Carrot shouting to the girl, "Call me," before being pulled down the stairs. Bouncing along side his taller brother, he asked brightly, "So, where're we off to." He expected the answer to be the Library, the Den, or the Family Room so he was shocked still at the reply of The Mall. Marron, feeling the resistance in the hand, looked back wondering what was wrong with Carrot. Upon seeing the shocked look on Carrot's face, he, trying to ease away the frown he saw gathering in the wide eyes, said quickly, "I just want to buy you some new clothes. You can't be very comfortable wearing mine all the time."
"You want to buy me clothes?" Carrot said softly, incredulity and written across his expressive face.
"Uh yeah," Marron replied tentatively, hoping that Carrot would agree and not fight him on this. He wanted to give him so much; he hurt with the need to give his niisan anything he wanted or needed.
Carrot looked into the pleading eyes of his otouto and jumped into his arms with a glad cry, trying manfully not to cry over this beautiful, generous boy that was his beloved brother. His lips quivered before he buried his face in Marron's neck and his legs wrapped around Marron's waist.
Marron staggered back against the wall with his welcome burden. Feeling the wetness on his neck, he gently stroked Carrot's back waiting for him to calm down, to tell him what was wrong.
Gaining control over his emotions, the boy lifted his head and said simply, "You are the most generous person in the world. No one's ever taken me shopping before." Marron blushed at the praise, and Carrot watched the redness creeping into his cheeks with delight before swiftly kissing each red cheek and unwinding his legs to slide down to the floor.
Seizing Carrot's hand again he pulled him out the door and headed off to the local mall.
Trying on clothes in the various shops, Carrot wondered what he had done to make Marron want to torture him. He now had enough clothes to last him for several years. He whimpered as they entered another clothing store and wearily leaned against Marron's side, holding tightly to his hand for comfort. A salesman approached wiggling his hips, eyeing Marron lustfully up and down, and licking his lips.
"What may I help you with," he breathed, eyes gleaming at the thought of helping the beautiful boy in and out of his clothes.
Marron, recognizing the look in the man's eyes, simply ignored him, squeezing Carrot's hand in reassurance at the fear he could feel radiating against his back.
"We only need a couple of things from here and then we can go back home, okay," he whispered quietly, ignoring the slavering salesman as he pulled Carrot to him.
"Okay, but this is the last one," Carrot said shakily. He was so tired, and he certainly didn't like the way the salesman was eyeing his otouto. He moved slightly in front of Marron and narrowed his eyes fiercely at the twitchy salesman, who drew back in alarm from the fierce little creature with the messy hair. Just my luck, the man thought in disgust, He's already got a boyfriend and a jealous one at that. With that he turned off the charm and politely escorted them to the appropriate section of the store.
Marron selected several outfits for Carrot to try on as the poor boy, aching and tired, stood by wearily. Marron directed his weary niisan to the dressing room. Poor Carrot was so tired that he didn't even bother glancing at the outfits Marron shoved at him; he just took them and stumbled into the dressing room. There he dressed in the clothes and, not even bothering to look in the mirror, walked out.
The salesman gasped at the picture Carrot made framed against the red doors of the dressing room. Marron's eyes narrowed as he looked at his niisan wearing in the black, slim fitting jeans and the almost sheer black top. Wearily Carrot waited for each subtle nod before he turned away and changed again. The salesman was in heaven watching the modeling session. Each selection was more heart stopping than the last.
The salesman, watching Marron's impassive face as he tentatively said, "Your boyfriend has the body for the clothes that you chose for him."
Marron turned and directed a cool look at the man. "He's not my boyfriend, he's my brother," he said coolly before turning away again.
Yippee, the salesman nearly screamed with joy internally, I still have a chance. Again he turned on the charm especially since that Carrot was still in the dressing room.
"Is there anything I can help you with," he purred, moving closer to Marron who didn't move as he gazed at the dressing room door.
Carrot head lifted with a jerk as he sniffed the air lightly. A growl twisted his lips as he banged out of the dressing room and looked at the salesman oozing charm at HIS otouto. Marron's eyes widened at look of naked aggression on his niisan's face.
Stalking forward, eyes blazing he slid between the two, getting up in the suddenly terrified salesman's face, he hissed, "Don't you know the meaning of BACK THE FUCK OFF? Because if you don't, I'll be glad to show it to you-in extreme detail." Deadly rage filled his eyes until he felt a gentle touch on his back. Quickly he backed into the soothing touch, feeling the rage deliquesce under the stroking fingers.
"We'll take everything I picked out, plus the clothes he's wearing," Marron said calmly, continuing his soothing stroking of his almost purring niisan. He gave the man his credit card and watched him goggle at the platinum card and the name on it.
"Certainly, Mr. Church, sir," the salesman babbled out, getting away from the terrifying smaller man.
"Want to tell me what that was all about?" Marron whispered into Carrot's ear, gently enfolding the smaller figure in his arms.
"No," Carrot answered sulkily, his lower lip thrust out in a pout as Marron gently turned him around. Placing a nibbling kiss on his neck, he listened to him giggle at the sensation. He did it again and again, delighting in the giggles shaking the slender frame.
"Come on, tell me," he breathed into Carrot's ear, his hair hiding what he was doing from the salesman.
Carrot sighed. "He annoyed me. You weren't interested and he still kept trying to touch you," he said in an aggrieved tone.
"Gateau touches me. So does everyone at home."
"Yeah, but they're family and…" he faltered unable to put into words why the thought of the man's hands touching his otouto made him want to rip the man's face off.
"Here's your card, sir, and your packages," the salesman.
Marron murmured thanks. He reached to take the card from the man's hand, but Carrot, issuing a low growl, snatched both the card and packages first. He handed the card to Marron and, retaining the packages, seized Marron's hand and pulled him from the store.
"Carrot we ARE going to talk about this when we get home," he informed him, halting and looking down into his niisan's sulky face
"Fine," Carrot said angrily. He was determined NOT to talk about it when they got home. He had no idea why he was so angry with the salesman in the first place, and, if he didn't know for sure, he sure as hell wasn't about to admit that to Marron.
Marron searched his shadowed eyes and sighed as he read the resistance in his niisan's eyes; they'd only been around each other for a few days, and he already knew it was going to be like pulling teeth to get an answer out of him.
"Come on," he said quietly, gently tugging at the smaller boy. He chuckled tenderly at the sulky face of his niisan and pulled him into a one-armed hug, unaware of a pair of dark eyes that widened at the sight of Carrot with strange, young boy. Zaha smirked at the thought of telling his stepfather that he had seen Carrot with a most beautiful stranger.
The ride home was silent until Carrot screwed up his courage and began talking-babbling actually-to fill the uncomfortable silence between them. Marron reached out and grasped his niisan's hands, gently squeezing to let him know that everything was alright between them. Hearing the happy sigh, he smiled.
If he was able peer into the future, he would have known that the next day was going to bring turmoil back into their lives.
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The next couple of days and nights followed a predictable pattern. During the day Carrot was a chatterbox, always talking about anything and everything. Clearly nervous around Gateau, making sure to keep a respectable distance between them. He was always charming towards any female in sight, especially if she was pretty. The female would react in one of two ways: with a giggle and smile or with a blank look wondering about the intelligence of the boy in front of her.
But around 5 or 5:30 pm he would get quieter and quieter until they began to look at him with concern. It wasn't until Stella finished her last conference call and announced that it was 5:30 pm that she understood the significant of the time. Fury filled her body and she shook with rage. She tried to calm herself as Dota and Cinnamon looked at her with concern.
"That bastard," she hissed, her eyes nearly glowing with rage. "That fucking bastard." Angrily she paced back and forth, desperately trying to calm herself before she appeared in front of the family.
"Stella, what's wrong?" Cinnamon asked anxiously. She had been hired as Stella's social secretary, taking the burden off of Dota and allowing her more freedom to be with her fiancé.
"Every day, Carrot starts getting quieter around five-thirty. I just figured out why. It's quitting time!" She watched the other two women pale in fury and snarl as the realization clicked in their minds.
Gradually they calmed themselves in order to present the picture of composed tranquility. Gateau and Marron exchanged glances when the women entered. The two weren't fooled one bit and decided to corner the three women as soon as possible after dinner.
When they heard the explanation, they, too, growled and had to calm themselves. Together, they all vowed to help Carrot overcome this.
They retired to bed to seek their rest.
Carrot paced in his lonely room as he waited until Marron was asleep before creeping into his room and climbing gingerly into his bed. He snuggled against his side for comfort. Ever since the first night after he had arrived, he did this and snuck back out at the light of day. However, on the third day, he overslept and was caught.
Gateau walked into the bedroom to wake Marron for their early morning jog and discovered Carrot wrapped around Marron. He stood frowning over the pretty picture they made as Marron slowly awoke.
Marron opened his eyes to see his friend frowning at him and asked why he was frowning.
His eyes widened when he felt arms wrapped around him from behind. Twisting his neck he realized that Carrot had crept into his bed sometime during the night. Without waking me, he thought in astonishment. He turned back to Gateau with a puzzled frown as he struggled to untangle the arms wrapped around him. Every time he got one arm off and started working on the other arm, the first arm would come back. This continued and Gateau was bent over laughing, seeing the frown of concentration on Marron face as he tried to escape without waking Carrot.
It wasn't until he asked for help from Gateau that he was able to get free, but at the cost of terrifying Carrot. He realized this as he felt the body behind him jerk away at the touch of Gateau's hand on his arm. The boy screamed. He heard Gateau gasp at the sight of Carrot's lash-marked body. Quickly flipping over he dragged the shaking boy into his arms. He murmured reassurances and endearments against the shell of the boy's ear. While he soothed the shivering Carrot, he signaled Gateau to leave, knowing Carrot wouldn't relax in his presence.
Quietly whispering "I'm sorry" over and over into his ear, he gently calmed the quaking body in his arms.
Waiting until he had calmed sufficiently, Marron asked, "How long have you been sneaking in the bed with me?" He felt him stiffen and slowly stroking the tension from the slender back.
"Since the first night," came the shamed reply. Marron was floored at the thought that Carrot had been creeping into his bed all this time without triggering his deadly reflexes.
"Tell you what," Marron said, raising the woebegone face to his, "Every night, you have my permission to sleep in here with me." He smiled and was rewarded by the wide grin that split Carrot's face. He leaned up for a swift kiss before bouncing out the door, a cheerful song drifting over his shoulder.
Marron smiled indulgently. I have the bounciest niisan in the entire world, he thought with an amused shake of his head before getting out of bed and dressing to go jogging with Gateau.
He decided to take Carrot shopping that day to buy him clothes. He didn't want him anywhere near the Glace residence and he sure as hell want Carrot to have anything from that place. After their jog, he ran up stairs and changed.
He located the little chatterbox flirting with one of the giggling maids. Quickly he seized his arm and dragged him away while Carrot shouting to the girl, "Call me," before being pulled down the stairs. Bouncing along side his taller brother, he asked brightly, "So, where're we off to." He expected the answer to be the Library, the Den, or the Family Room so he was shocked still at the reply of The Mall. Marron, feeling the resistance in the hand, looked back wondering what was wrong with Carrot. Upon seeing the shocked look on Carrot's face, he, trying to ease away the frown he saw gathering in the wide eyes, said quickly, "I just want to buy you some new clothes. You can't be very comfortable wearing mine all the time."
"You want to buy me clothes?" Carrot said softly, incredulity and written across his expressive face.
"Uh yeah," Marron replied tentatively, hoping that Carrot would agree and not fight him on this. He wanted to give him so much; he hurt with the need to give his niisan anything he wanted or needed.
Carrot looked into the pleading eyes of his otouto and jumped into his arms with a glad cry, trying manfully not to cry over this beautiful, generous boy that was his beloved brother. His lips quivered before he buried his face in Marron's neck and his legs wrapped around Marron's waist.
Marron staggered back against the wall with his welcome burden. Feeling the wetness on his neck, he gently stroked Carrot's back waiting for him to calm down, to tell him what was wrong.
Gaining control over his emotions, the boy lifted his head and said simply, "You are the most generous person in the world. No one's ever taken me shopping before." Marron blushed at the praise, and Carrot watched the redness creeping into his cheeks with delight before swiftly kissing each red cheek and unwinding his legs to slide down to the floor.
Seizing Carrot's hand again he pulled him out the door and headed off to the local mall.
Trying on clothes in the various shops, Carrot wondered what he had done to make Marron want to torture him. He now had enough clothes to last him for several years. He whimpered as they entered another clothing store and wearily leaned against Marron's side, holding tightly to his hand for comfort. A salesman approached wiggling his hips, eyeing Marron lustfully up and down, and licking his lips.
"What may I help you with," he breathed, eyes gleaming at the thought of helping the beautiful boy in and out of his clothes.
Marron, recognizing the look in the man's eyes, simply ignored him, squeezing Carrot's hand in reassurance at the fear he could feel radiating against his back.
"We only need a couple of things from here and then we can go back home, okay," he whispered quietly, ignoring the slavering salesman as he pulled Carrot to him.
"Okay, but this is the last one," Carrot said shakily. He was so tired, and he certainly didn't like the way the salesman was eyeing his otouto. He moved slightly in front of Marron and narrowed his eyes fiercely at the twitchy salesman, who drew back in alarm from the fierce little creature with the messy hair. Just my luck, the man thought in disgust, He's already got a boyfriend and a jealous one at that. With that he turned off the charm and politely escorted them to the appropriate section of the store.
Marron selected several outfits for Carrot to try on as the poor boy, aching and tired, stood by wearily. Marron directed his weary niisan to the dressing room. Poor Carrot was so tired that he didn't even bother glancing at the outfits Marron shoved at him; he just took them and stumbled into the dressing room. There he dressed in the clothes and, not even bothering to look in the mirror, walked out.
The salesman gasped at the picture Carrot made framed against the red doors of the dressing room. Marron's eyes narrowed as he looked at his niisan wearing in the black, slim fitting jeans and the almost sheer black top. Wearily Carrot waited for each subtle nod before he turned away and changed again. The salesman was in heaven watching the modeling session. Each selection was more heart stopping than the last.
The salesman, watching Marron's impassive face as he tentatively said, "Your boyfriend has the body for the clothes that you chose for him."
Marron turned and directed a cool look at the man. "He's not my boyfriend, he's my brother," he said coolly before turning away again.
Yippee, the salesman nearly screamed with joy internally, I still have a chance. Again he turned on the charm especially since that Carrot was still in the dressing room.
"Is there anything I can help you with," he purred, moving closer to Marron who didn't move as he gazed at the dressing room door.
Carrot head lifted with a jerk as he sniffed the air lightly. A growl twisted his lips as he banged out of the dressing room and looked at the salesman oozing charm at HIS otouto. Marron's eyes widened at look of naked aggression on his niisan's face.
Stalking forward, eyes blazing he slid between the two, getting up in the suddenly terrified salesman's face, he hissed, "Don't you know the meaning of BACK THE FUCK OFF? Because if you don't, I'll be glad to show it to you-in extreme detail." Deadly rage filled his eyes until he felt a gentle touch on his back. Quickly he backed into the soothing touch, feeling the rage deliquesce under the stroking fingers.
"We'll take everything I picked out, plus the clothes he's wearing," Marron said calmly, continuing his soothing stroking of his almost purring niisan. He gave the man his credit card and watched him goggle at the platinum card and the name on it.
"Certainly, Mr. Church, sir," the salesman babbled out, getting away from the terrifying smaller man.
"Want to tell me what that was all about?" Marron whispered into Carrot's ear, gently enfolding the smaller figure in his arms.
"No," Carrot answered sulkily, his lower lip thrust out in a pout as Marron gently turned him around. Placing a nibbling kiss on his neck, he listened to him giggle at the sensation. He did it again and again, delighting in the giggles shaking the slender frame.
"Come on, tell me," he breathed into Carrot's ear, his hair hiding what he was doing from the salesman.
Carrot sighed. "He annoyed me. You weren't interested and he still kept trying to touch you," he said in an aggrieved tone.
"Gateau touches me. So does everyone at home."
"Yeah, but they're family and…" he faltered unable to put into words why the thought of the man's hands touching his otouto made him want to rip the man's face off.
"Here's your card, sir, and your packages," the salesman.
Marron murmured thanks. He reached to take the card from the man's hand, but Carrot, issuing a low growl, snatched both the card and packages first. He handed the card to Marron and, retaining the packages, seized Marron's hand and pulled him from the store.
"Carrot we ARE going to talk about this when we get home," he informed him, halting and looking down into his niisan's sulky face
"Fine," Carrot said angrily. He was determined NOT to talk about it when they got home. He had no idea why he was so angry with the salesman in the first place, and, if he didn't know for sure, he sure as hell wasn't about to admit that to Marron.
Marron searched his shadowed eyes and sighed as he read the resistance in his niisan's eyes; they'd only been around each other for a few days, and he already knew it was going to be like pulling teeth to get an answer out of him.
"Come on," he said quietly, gently tugging at the smaller boy. He chuckled tenderly at the sulky face of his niisan and pulled him into a one-armed hug, unaware of a pair of dark eyes that widened at the sight of Carrot with strange, young boy. Zaha smirked at the thought of telling his stepfather that he had seen Carrot with a most beautiful stranger.
The ride home was silent until Carrot screwed up his courage and began talking-babbling actually-to fill the uncomfortable silence between them. Marron reached out and grasped his niisan's hands, gently squeezing to let him know that everything was alright between them. Hearing the happy sigh, he smiled.
If he was able peer into the future, he would have known that the next day was going to bring turmoil back into their lives.