Jungle love part 17
Contents: YAOI, HET hints, AU, OC, slight angst, weird, sort of dark, self-mutilation
Pairings: 1xOC, 1x2 overall
Disclaimer: I do not own GW or its characters
Warnings: bad grammar spoken, swearing, nudity, graphical bloodshed (This part is pretty bad!), maybe slight Geographic error
Notes- Do NOT let the HET scare you away! It's very minor!
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(Deleted the word meanings cause
it's getting too long. But if
I have a new word to decipher, then I'll put it up. Or whatever words are
in the chapter will be put up here.)
Sop- means what?
Ninga- means idiot
Toki- means now
Wowee- means baby girl, or little girl
To what was a whole day felt like a year to Duo. The rope around his ankles had almost buried itself into his flesh as it healed up around the fibers. His feet felt swollen, his toes were losing their circulation, and he could no longer feel the dried blood that was on his legs.
His sanity was beginning to get worse, but he was falling asleep more and dreaming very awkward and confusing dreams. The confusion of them was keeping him just on the brink of losing it completely. If he didn't have something to occupy his mind, he would have gone insane and would remain so for a very long time. Heero would have himself a loony lover.
Duo was just slowly waking up from another oddball dream when the first rays of sunlight hit his blurry eyes. It didn't dawn on him right away (no pun intended) that someone opened the door to the hut. He instantly shut his eyes in pain from the brightness; his dream was still running through his mind as he tried to decipher it.
"What do white clovers have to do with maple syrup?" he muttered. He didn't know that there was someone in the room with him. Images from his weird dream were still assaulting his mind and he was focusing on them instead of the pain and cold he felt.
When the door opened, it not only let in the painful rays of the sunrise, but it let the cool air in. It finally reached Duo's naked and pain filled body, making him shiver continuously. The blue paint on his body was beginning to flake away. Even the delicately painted designs that were on his penis.
"Damn. Who turned the heat down?" His teeth were chattering.
A large hand grasped the rope that Duo hung from and started to cut it with something sharp. Whoever cut the rope decided not to bother catching the small English man and he fell onto the ground with a large WHOMP!
"Ow." Duo understated.
The man, who let Duo down, lifted him up onto his knees and shoved a small bowl to his mouth, making him drink whatever was in it. Duo sputtered and almost choked on the taste of it, which was worse than the other stuff they made him drink before. It was like stale water to him. Perhaps it was because of his scratchy tongue. He was about to protest it, but then the door opened again and another figured stepped into the hut.
"How are you feeling?"
"Trowa?" Duo croaked out.
"Yes. It's been a day, and now it's time for your second test. Hopefully your last."
"Where were you when I needed somebody to talk to?" Duo was feeling more like himself, and he had to urge to complain for some reason. He guessed that it had something to do with what he drank, but it could also be the cold air smacking him back to reality.
"I had to stay out of it. I'm sorry, Duo. But I'm glad that you have survived the first test."
"Well, duh! I used to be a daredevil you know. I can handle almost anything!" Duo started to feel even better now that he had someone to talk to.
"I'm merely here to translate anything that needs translating. Otherwise I wouldn't be here." He sounded more distant now, "I am about to finally witness this event, and it's all thanks to you, Duo."
Duo wanted to feel touched, but he was too sore and aggravated to, "Gee, thanks for your sympathy."
Trowa chuckled, and then stood back to let the other man go to work. Duo looked over to see, and glare, at the one that cut him down and let him drop on his head. He was surprised to see that it was the witch doctor. The old native handed Duo a small dagger. The blade on it was slightly curved and the handle was gold with encrusted gems stamped into it.
"Unti dai sa doo pini sai." The witch doctor intoned.
"English?" Duo sighed.
"He wants you to take the sacred knife and cut yourself where he tells you to."
"Cut myself?? Why? And doesn't he know how to speak English??"
"Not much." Trowa said, "He doesn't know enough to explain. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."
Duo turned his attention back to the witch doctor, wishing that he had the energy to argue. Then he turned the dagger around in his right hand, trailing his eyes from the very sharp looking blade to the jewels on the pommel. Very faintly, he heard the witch doctor say something, and then Trowa translated.
"Make a cross mark over your heart first, starting from the top down, and then from right to left."
Duo blinked, "Um how big?"
Trowa asked the witch doctor, got the answer, and then told Duo, "about half an inch, maybe a bit more. He is gonna collect your blood from each wound you make."
Duo made a face, "Freak-y."
"Hurry and do it, Duo. Akuji isn't a patient man."
"Oh, alright." Duo sighed. Very slowly, he positioned the tip of the knife right above the left side of his chest and, cringing, he slowly dragged it down over his heart. It stung so bad that he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out.
He was still on his knees, luckily. He wouldn't be able to stand anyways because of the state his ankles and feet were in. But if he were on his feet, the sharp pangs would have brought him down to his knees. He gasped, his eyes unable to stop staring at the trickle of blood sliding down his body. The witch doctor was suddenly there, gathering up as much as he could into a small oval shaped bowl.
Getting his guts up, and after Akuji said something to him, pointing to the dagger, Duo started to make the line from right to left, completing the cross over his heart. He puffed, dropping his arm to the side of his body, dagger still in his tight, trembling grip.
"Don't hesitate too much, Duo. The witch doctor needs the blood as fresh as possible."
"This isn't fun anymore " Duo rasped. He felt himself sinking down to the ground more, his butt was now touching his calves and he was too exhausted to care about the pain.
"Don't slouch yet, Duo you have two more places to cut." Trowa told him.
Summoning up all of his strength, he lifted himself up back to his knees and prepared himself for more instructions. The witch doctor moved away from the cross-shaped cut, and then said where to cut next. Trowa told Duo, "Make a diagonal slash across your liver."
Not voicing his thoughts on that, Duo carefully brought the knife over to the right of his body and began to make the diagonal cut. In the middle of carving himself, he accidentally went in too far. This time Duo didn't hold back his screams.
"GYAAAAAHHHHH!!" His hand trembling, and then halted in his ministrations.
"Don't stop, Duo!" Trowa panicked, "You have to keep going!"
The witch doctor was standing over the longhaired man, waiting as patiently as he could. Trowa could tell that he was just waiting for him to screw it up.
"Oh god, I can't, Trowa!" Duo's eyes were shaking, filling with tears.
"Hurry up and do it you have to! He needs the blood pure to mix it before it starts to dry up!"
Duo grit his teeth, trying his hardest to move his hand, but he couldn't. "Damn it, Trowa!! It hurts!"
Trowa inhaled deeply. There was an ace up his sleeve, but he had been hoping that he didn't have to use it, "Duo think of Heero's baby "
Duo's eyes snapped open, "Aw, fuck " he grumbled. His hand seemed to go on automatic, and he finished the cut. More fresh blood poured out. The witch doctor gathered that into the bowl, mixing it with a bamboo stick. Then the old native said where he needed the last cut made. Trowa's mouth hung open, and his eyes grew to huge proportions.
"Duo you should spread your legs." Trowa said in a low voice.
"W-why?" Duo grounded out. He almost felt like covering his cuts with his hands, but he wanted to do the test as best he could without looking like an idiot.
"He needs you to cut your scrotum."
Duo's eyes almost popped out of his head, "Excuse me???"
"Just a small enough cut on your sac to draw blood, not that big."
"My " Duo gulped, trying again, "My balls??"
"Duo the more you hesitate, the longer this will take you must think of Heero's daughter "
"Damn it " he slowly brought the dagger down to his most prized part, "Damn it ALL to HELL!" He made a quick cut this time just to get it over with. His whole lower area of his body felt like it was on fire. Akuji didn't take long and he held the bowl under the young man's sac, collecting every drop that came down. Duo felt so incredibly weak that he dropped the knife that was in his hand. His whole body was shaking terribly from the pain and from the cold air moving around the little hut.
`Heart, liver, sac of life ' Trowa's thoughts whirled, trying to understand why the cuts were separate. `hmm to prove your worthiness to have a daughter first? That her life is needed in the importance of the whole tribe?' Trowa sighed, deciding to figure it out later.
The witch doctor stirred the blood mixture in the bowl with the bamboo stick. He mumbled something to the green-eyed man while he crushed some special herb into the blood.
"He says to stay awake. There's one more thing you need to do."
Duo gasped as softly as he could, trying his hardest to do what he was asked. It was very hard to do, considering that he had lost more blood than what was planned. The witch doctor was finished with mixing the herb into Duo's blood. He moved a gnarly hand over the bowl and began to chant.
"What what's he saying?" Duo gasped.
"He's um doing some kind of spiritual prayer of some kind. The herb that he mixed in is known to kill those who are evil or to destroy any kind of evil spirit."
"You don't have to worry about it. I'm sure that it won't harm you since you AREN'T evil."
"How do you know?" Duo wiggled his brow, trying to lighten up the mood.
Trowa smirked, "There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"
"Trowa " Duo felt all the humor he had left in him disappear, "I don't think I can stay awake much longer too much blood gone "
"Just hold on for a little more." Trowa urged. "And don't worry about dying. I have been told that others have survived drinking it."
"You better be right Trowa because if not, I'm coming back to to haunt you " Duo did his best to smile.
"If you do, I promise I won't be scared."
"Sure take the fun out " Duo wheezed.
The witch doctor walked up to the longhaired man, the bowl in hand.
"Duo," Trowa murmured, "Don't worry about blood loss. I think I know who has your blood type to help you once you're done with your test."
Duo's eyes widened slightly, "H-Heero?"
Trowa shook his head, "No. But don't worry about it now."
Duo's eyes moved up as he watched the old native get closer to him. He gently placed the edge of the bowl between Duo's lips.
"Drink." Trowa translated.
Duo was about to make a face about it, but then he winced in pain. Reluctantly he opened his mouth and drank the red concoction. He choked it down as best he could. The witch doctor held onto his jaw, making sure that he drank it all. It was like trying to feed an infant some baby food for the first time. Small trails of blood seeped out of the corners of Duo's mouth.
Finally finished, the witch doctor stepped back and Trowa watched. Duo's eyes rolled into the back of his skull as he went into convulsions, and then promptly passed out.