Jungle love part 30
Category: AU, some sap, angst, yaoi
Pairings: 1xOC, 1x2 overall, 3x4, 2+4 (slightly)
Disclaimer: I do not own GW or its characters
Warnings: bad grammar spoken, swearing, violence, and maybe slight Geographic error (Tigers don't belong in Africa?)
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
Wowee- means baby girl, or little girl
Wowee dai- my little girl
Sai na tiwi- I love you
I did my best on this and I think I didn't screw up for once.
Trowa had been following his boyfriend around the village, begging him to back down from the competition. All Quatre did was ignore him.
"I promise that no one will make fun of you or call you names or anything. I'll explain to them that you had to quit because er, because you sprained your ankle and couldn't stand. Or that you got sick or something."
"More lies!" Quatre huffed, "I don't think so! I'm doing it. End of discussion."
"But you'll get hurt! You might not GET to Duo before you get eliminated! I have seen the way you two play wrestle. Duo is way tougher than you, and I'm sure he can handle most of the natives here. To be honest, I don't think you even stand a chance at beating your first competitor."
Quatre turned a nasty look at Trowa, "Oh? Is that what you think? I'll have you know that I used to be in shadow boxing."
Quatre shrugged, "Junior high. But don't worry. I'm sure it's like riding a bicycle."
"No. And I mean it."
"But you'll get hurt please!"
"You should act more like a man and prove yourself worthy of being my boyfriend."
Trowa flinched, feeling his stomach turn. `He's taking this too seriously. Duo must have hurt him worse than I thought.'
"And," Quatre continued, "You should enter the contest."
"I don't think so." Trowa shook his head, "I have no desire to fight. Especially if it's up against you, Duo, or Heero. Plus, I don't think that I would even win. I'm not as tough as your cousin, or some of these natives."
"Fine. But I'm ashamed to call you my boyfriend now. I figured that if I had someone, he'd be way stronger and tougher than me."
Trowa felt like giving him a piece of his mind, but his heart was too heavy by Quatre's words to even consider yelling. He was afraid that he'd lose it, that he'd let the threatening tears loose.
"Do what you want then." Trowa turned to head for his hut, "But leave me out of this." He walked off.
Quatre stood there, small tears glimmered in the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He recomposed himself and turned toward the gathering for the strength competition. He wasn't about to back down. And he was looking forward to teaching his cousin a lesson.
Around the power ring stood all of the competitors. They had been each assigned to who they will all fight first. The losers of the first fight get eliminated from the contest, and then the winners get paired up to fight the second round. It goes on and on like that until there were only two. And one of the two usually ended up being Heero.
Quatre finally saw his cousin from across the ring. He had his arms crossed and a very serious look on his face. Quatre gulped quietly, thinking that maybe he was being too hasty and that he should have backed down. Besides, he could always get back at his cousin by doing something else. He really didn't need to fight him just because he tried to choke him. That thought brought a small sneer to his lip. Maybe he wasn't as tough as many others here, but he was quick and agile. He wanted to prove his worth and show them all that he wasn't as wimpy as he looked.
Duo had noticed his cousin on the other side of the circle and he smirked to himself. The poor little guy had no idea just what he had gotten himself into. Duo had seen this competition before, but from the sidelines. He never participated because Heero would always tell him that it wasn't worth it. But now, he had no choice. When he engraved his name into the sign up slate, he sealed his fate.
Heero, himself, wasn't too happy with his concubine entering, and had told him more than once that he wasn't too pleased with him doing so. Heero knew that Duo couldn't back down now, least he be branded as the coward of the village. But he couldn't help but worry about his English lover. He hadn't seen Duo in an all out fight before, so he wasn't sure if Duo could handle some of the beefier men. Some of the men did look reluctant when they saw Duo join them, knowing that if they harmed Heero's concubine badly, they will be paying for it ten-fold.
Trowa looked on, sitting on the sidelines. He felt that if his boyfriend didn't back down, the least he could do was cheer him on. He just prayed that he wouldn't have to drag Quatre's body from a fight. Hopefully Quatre will be able to hold his own during the first battle. But Trowa wasn't sure if he'd survive the second bout.
Chief Alem entered the middle of the ring and raised his arms to get their attention. The spectators and participants fell silent instantly and gave their leader their undivided attention.
"Sa na, un ti weet na pi seepita. Toom da rikki das unti hin."
Trowa couldn't translate it for Duo from where he was, but he had a feeling that the longhaired man knew some of those words, because when the chief had uttered the word that meant `no-holds-barred', he winced. And when the chief mentioned that there was to be no killing allowed, he looked relieved.
`Had Heero been teaching Duo without me knowing?' Trowa wondered.
The tall Englishman was startled out of his thoughts when something nudged his hand. He jumped slightly and looked down to see that Tora was purring and rubbing himself against him. Trowa let out a small smile and chuckle.
"I'm not that nervous, cub."
Tora rumbled his reply and settled himself down next to his lap. Trowa sighed and started to scratch the white tiger behind his ear. "If only I was as laid-back as you."
The crowd fell silent as the first fighters entered the power ring. The one was a tall native. He wore something similar to shorts but they were ragged and tan instead of denim. His hair was practically not there, and he had a small mustache and his nose was pierced with a little gold ring. The man did some kind of war cry and most of the audience crowed with him.
Duo couldn't help but laugh at the scene. But when Heero stepped up, he clamped up and watched with complete amusement. He couldn't wait to see what his lover was like in action.
He didn't have to wait too long, cause the chief gave the signal to start. The taller man began to circle around Heero as if he were trying to find a weak point or blind spot. Heero just stood there, arms crossed over his chest, and eyes closed. Duo was hoping that nothing would happen to him, but then he had to smack himself upside the head, reminding himself that Heero was the seven-time champ. He was sure that Heero knew what he was doing.
Well, the other man was tired of Heero just standing there, so he attacked him from behind. But Heero moved just as the man was about to grab him. Heero snatched him from behind and used his momentum to fling him over his shoulder. The man landed with a thud on his back and groaned in some pain. Heero went back to standing still, looking down at the other native.
The crowd cheered wildly for the champ, as did Duo.
"Whoohooo! That's my man! You go, Heero!"
This was the first thing to have distracted the native champion, and he looked over to give his concubine a small smile. It did feel awfully good to have Duo rooting for him like this.
The other man got up, however, and tried taking the opportunity to do a sneak attack on Heero. He clamped his arms around Heero's torso and proceeded to lift him into the air. Heero glared at the other man.
"Ninga." He muttered, and still had his feet planted firmly to the ground. Heero hadn't budged an inch.
"Sop?" the other man blinked. He knew that Heero was known as the strongest and best hunter around, but he had no idea that he was this strong!
The man tried for the fourth time to lift Heero, but to no avail. Heero easily broke out of the hold, and then slammed his fist into the other native's gut. The man bent over to clutch his stomach just as Heero grabbed his head and smashed his face into his knee. The man keeled over, and was out cold.
The crowd cheered as Heero was announced the winner. This came to no surprise to many, and it became a fear to other fighters.
"That's my Heero!" Duo cheered. He clamped a hand on one of the fighters standing next to him. "Isn't he something?" he said, forgetting that the native couldn't understand him. "What a stud!"
The other fighter that Duo touched shrugged his hand off and grunted at the way he was acting. Duo gave him a dirty look when the man turned his back. "Whatever, pal. Just you wait until we fight."
The second fight was already underway. It was just two other natives. The smaller one easily proved to the other that he was the better one- by being nimble. Quatre was smiling and nodding at this. That was what he was planning his strategy on. It looked as if it will work after all, and that made him sigh in relief.
And so, it went on like that until it was time for Quatre to fight. Trowa stood up and moved to the front of the crowd so he could get a better view. He noticed that Quatre did look a bit nervous. He knew that it was wrong to help, but he had to give him words of encouragement.
"Stay calm, Quatre, and keep your eyes on your enemy."
Quatre smiled and said without looking for where his lover was, "Thanks Trowa. I will." He was still a little nervous, but he felt more confident than he had before. When the chief told them to begin, Quatre instantly kept his eyes on the native.
The man he was fighting was way taller than him. When he lifted his leg to give the blond one of his high kicks, Quatre ducked and then weaved around behind the native. Going back to his boxing lessons, even if he didn't do that well in class, and he didn't pass, it helped him to get the upper hand. The other man was confused to where he was before it was too late. Quatre ducked down as low as he could, and when the tall native turned around, he gave him his best upper cut. The man fell unconscious.
The crowd was very shocked at the scene. This English blond was definitely no pushover. Duo was just as equally surprised, and to his own amazement he clapped for him. Quatre was too involved with how he had landed the lankier man to notice his cousin's cheering.
"You will not win if you cheer for your enemy." Heero said, suddenly appearing behind Duo.
"Jesus!" Duo jumped. "You scared me, lover!" he placed his hand on his heart to emphasis. "And if you must know, Quatre is still my Cuz even though we will eventually fight."
"You forgive him already?"
"Well maybe. Sort of. Maybe a little." Duo shrugged.
Heero sighed, sagging his shoulders. He placed a finger underneath Duo's chin and lifted his face up so he could look into his eyes. Heero was being tender, Duo realized, and this made his heart melt.
"Be careful. Beauty such as yours should not be marred."
Duo's eyes widened further, "Heero " he was about to say something as a way of thanking Heero for that wonderful comment when something struck him. "Wait. I got `marred' when I did those tests to save your baby. I still have the scars too." He pointed at his bare chest.
"I know. That could not be helped. It bothered me to know what was happening to you. But this is different. You could get really hurt. Someone could break one of your arms or legs."
"Like you?" Duo grinned.
Heero rubbed his hand up Duo's cheek, brushing a strand of hair back behind his ear. "Duo. I do not want to fight you."
"I don't want to fight you either."
"This is why I didn't want you doing this before."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"I do not want to lose. But I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be mean, but I hope that you lose before the end."
Duo gave his husband a mournful look. He was hoping that as well, yet deep down, he wanted to win. Not once did he lose a battle, and he didn't wish to start now.
"I wish I could say the same." Was all Duo had time to say before he got pulled into the center of the power ring. It was his turn to fight.