6-29-2001

TITLE : Dreams on Dragon Wings
AUTHOR : AJ from NZ
EMAIL : firemooncatblue@hotmail.com
ARCHIVE: umm... I'm not too sure actually... celestial chronocles is unattainable at the moment... so if anyone wants to archive this fic please let me know ^_^
PART: 3
GENRE : AU Fantasy
RATING: PG
WARNING: nothing major.. Duo teasing Heero... ^_^
DISCLAIMER : I don't own them *sighs* I'm jes messing with their lives ^_^
NOTES: I owe this part entirely to my muse Wai Wera Horoi... ^_^

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Part 3

Noin exchanged a smile with Duo then extended one slender hand to the former Holy Terror still seated on the ground. “Come with me and I’ll give you over to the Priest of Lehcar here in Ekupaur – she see to your cleansing and will be as a sister to you.”

“Relena?” Duo looked at Noin with sudden interest. At Noin’s nod he grinned widely. “Great! I knew she would rise far in the Priesthood.” He looked down on Milliardo once more. “Trust Relena with your life and soul… she will steer you clear of any pitfalls that result from the Neasean version of our Lady.”

Nodding mutely Milliardo followed Noin from the room, too confused by what had just happened to reply. There was no doubt in his mind that both the Messenger and the Priestess had spoken truly in regards to Lehcar – he had been granted a second chance to serve the Goddess, and he was not about to mess it up.

Trieze and Heero watched Duo silently for several moments, adding this new information to what they already knew concerning the young Messenger. Mage, Messenger and now Priest… did the deceptively frail looking boy conceal any further secrets?

Brendan coughed politely, drawing the attention of all that remained in the room. “If you’re ready Messenger Duo? I’d advise that you left for the Mont as soon as possible to prevent any further attempts on your life.”

Treize nodded, agreeing with the Emperor’s decision. “Heero – if you are ready?”

“I am always ready Lord Treize!” Heero snapped to attention – an action that looked rather peculiar given that he was still garbed as a serving wench. “We can leave immediately.”

Duo sniggered. “It might be better to change first.” Looking at his own apparel he decided to follow his own advice. “Both of us.”

Hiding their grins Brendan and Treize nodded and left, leaving the Flight Leader and Messenger alone.

“My flight suit is hidden behind the door… will you be safe while I change?” Heero looked at Duo as if he expected the messenger to suddenly faint.

“I am quite capable of protecting myself but if you like you may check that there aren’t any more assassins hiding behind the door.” Deciding that he deserved to have a little fun at the other’s expense Duo gestured solemnly for Heero to proceed him into the adjoining room before he changed. To his surprise the DragonWarrior did just that; poking and prodding any possible hiding places for would-be assassins. It made the Messenger snigger, earning him a glare from his assigned guard.

“Someone is trying to kill you, I don’t see it as a matter for laughter.”

“I don’t think you’d see anything as a matter for laughter.” Duo shook his head and started to remove his courtier’s clothing. More suitable clothing for his journey would be forthcoming in a matter of moments. Stripping completely he heard a startled gasp from behind him. “Oh, you’re still there… I thought you were going to change?”

Heero fought a sudden blush as he surveyed the naked youth in front of him. “I… I didn’t expect…” He faltered and blushed further.

Duo tried not to laugh at the other’s shock. “Surely you’ve seen a naked man before? Or does it embarrass you?” Suddenly solicitous of the other’s feelings he approached the blushing youth. “Do you find my lack of apparel distasteful?”

“No!” Heero looked down and then jerked his eyes up to meet Duo’s smiling face. “I mean… what I mean is…” He fumbled for control – both of his voice and his eyes which kept drifting downwards despite himself. “You don’t have anything to change into!”

“Sorry to disappoint you my friend,” Duo nearly laughed at the flustered look on the other boy’s face… and his inability to control his wandering eyes. “But I have clothing on the way. If you’d like to leave me to get dressed in private so you can do the same?”

“Private… dressed… Yes!” Seizing on the excuse Heero bolted from the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

Duo stared at the door shaking with silent laughter. “This is going to be fun, I feel it in my water.” With a satisfied smirk in place he opened the bundle which had appeared as Heero left and changed. Shrugging the over tunic in place he surveyed himself in a nearby mirror and nodded in approval of what he saw. The formal uniform for a Messenger of his rank and status was a mixture of suede, leather and silk velvet in shades of silver. It was warm, comfortable and supple. “Sweet as!”

He left the room with a swinging stride but lurched to a sudden halt as he took in Heero’s new appearance. From head to toe he was encased in supple black leather that hugged his lithe form like a second skin. “Well, well, well!”

Heero looked up at the Messenger, his fingers fumbling slightly as he laced up his over tunic. The Messenger’s formal uniform was as form fitting as his own and left little to the imagination. Not that Heero needed to imagine anything. He swallowed suddenly; naked the Messenger had been a vision that would haunt his dreams for several nights, but clothed… for some reason the sleek uniform heightened the boy’s fey beauty. “Oh my.”

Duo smiled, pleased at the reaction he’d drawn. “You like?”

Swallowing slightly Heero nodded, not trusting his voice. The slender messenger doing strange things to him and he wasn’t sure he liked the feeling of loss of self-control.

Trying not to smirk Duo motioned towards the door. “Shall we leave? I believe everyone was in somewhat of a rush to have me vacate the premises.”

“To keep you safe.” Heero frowned at the Messengers flippant tones. “You act as if we’re about to hold you prisoner.”

“Aren’t you?” Duo tilted his head to one side, fixing Heero with a measuring look. “Have I been given a choice? No. I’m being sent into exile at your Mont without a say in the matter. I am more than capable of caring for myself and I seriously dislike the high-handed manner in which I’m being treated.”

Still frowning Heero considered what Duo had said. He concurred the Messenger did have a point but... "It’s for your own good,” he tried to reason. “We’re opening the Mont for you… strangers aren’t normally welcomed and we’ll be doing more than welcoming you, we’re letting you live with us.”

Rolling his eyes Duo stormed across the room, stopping about six inches away from the Flight Leader. His voice when he spoke was a controlled snarl. “You’re making such an effort… and being so damned condescending about it. I hope you choke on your welcome because I’m not going with you!”

Heero fought his compulsion to back away from the furious boy, getting angry himself. Grabbing the Messengers arm he gave him a contemptuous shake. “Get a hold of yourself! You are coming with me whether you like it or not! Lord Treize and the Emperor himself have decided. Acting like a spoiled brat won’t get you anywhere, why don’t you just accept your orders and behave!”

“Accept my orders and behave?” Duo’s voice became deceptively calm. “Accept. My. Orders.” He shook his head. “Can’t do it.”

“What do you mean, you can’t do it?” Heero was fast loosing his temper with the mercurial Messenger. “Don’t you ever follow orders?”

“No.” Duo grinned at the expression of pure shock on Heero’s face. “Ahhh, I see I’ve just committed a major sin by your standards.” He sniggered. “Messengers are given guidelines and expected to work from there… we’re never given orders… we don’t like orders.”

“Don’t like orders?” Heero couldn’t grasp the concept. “But what… how… how can you cope?”

“Easily.” Duo perched on the arm of the nearest chair, watching Heero closely. He realised that he’d just shaken the young Flight Leader’s foundations. “Are you never encouraged to make your own decisions… to think for yourselves?”

“No.” Heero frowned on the very thought of questioning the orders he’d been given… it wasn’t in him to do that. “We follow our orders. We don’t make a fuss, we don’t argue and we don’t complain.”

Duo chuckled softly at the rebuke. “Would-be Messengers are selected because of our questioning natures, and general inability to follow rules that conflict with common-sense. We think for ourselves and make the decisions that guide our lives. There are rules… but very few of them and most are simply common-sense.” Something occurred to him and he nodded thoughtfully. “I guess you could say that as Instant Obedience is your guiding ethic; Common Sense is ours.”

“Common sense.” Heero pronounced the word as if it were profanity. “Common. Sense. How… common.”

Duo fell off the chair’s arm laughing loudly. “Common sense, my dear DragonWarrior is anything but common. At least so I’ve found.”

Heero looked down at the laughing Messenger with disdain. “And you’ve been looking?”

“Searching would be a better word.” Duo abruptly sobered. “You’ve never, in your entire life, questioned any orders you’ve ever received? Not even once?”

“Of course not.” Heero felt offended that this flighty boy would think him the sort to question or disobey orders from higher up. “It isn’t done.”

“It isn’t done.” Duo repeated softly, shaking his head making his long tail of hair whip back and forth. “How much would remain undiscovered if people didn’t do things that weren’t done.”

“This is going nowhere, and neither are we!” Heero tried to ignore the direction the conversation had taken. “I can’t wait around here all day. Are you coming willingly or do I have to drag you?"

“You’d drag me?” For a moment Duo considered the threat, a mischievous glint in his violet eyes. “Pick me up and sling me over your shoulder?”

“If I had to.” Heero tried to ignore the glint in Duo’s eyes – for some reason it made him nervous. “We have to go!”

“There’s that word again… we…” Duo folded his legs and looked up. “There is no we, fly-boy. I see no reason why I should shift from here.”

“Lord Treize-”

“Is nothing to me.” Duo interrupted Heero before the other could get started. “I am answerable only to the Council of Messengers.”

“What about the emperor?”

“What about him?” Duo was determined to see how far he could provoke the sombre ‘Warrior.

Heero drew in a deep breath, trying to control his temper. No one had ever made him this angry before, or this confused. “You are answerable to him.”

“Are you?” Duo smiled gently.

“Well, no.” Conceded Heero reluctantly. “But he ordered-”

“Ahh.” Duo held up an admonished finger and waved it at the gasping Flight Leader. “I told you how I felt about being ordered didn’t I?”

Losing all semblance of control Heero grasped the hand waving the finger and pulled the Messenger roughly to his feet, intending to throw the boy over his shoulder as he’d threatened. He was not at all prepared to have the deceptively slight boy throw him. He blinked stupidly at the ceiling. “Wha-?”

“I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” Duo smiled sweetly down at Heero. “I also strongly dislike being manhandled… at least being manhandled without consent… with consent of course is something completely different.”

“I can’t take this.” Heero moaned softly. He decided to ask Treize to give the job of guarding the unappreciative Messenger. “I shall request Lord Treize to send someone else in my stead. Zeroth and I will leave you alone.”

“Zeroth?” Duo looked curious. “Who’s Zeroth?”

“Zeroth is my dragon.” Heero managed to control himself. He wanted nothing more than to escape this baffling boy. His head was aching and he was unprepared for any further arguing. “I was to fly you to the Mont, remember?”

“Your dragon?” Duo beamed at the confounded ‘Warrior. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ve always wanted to fly dragon-back.”

“Why didn’t I say so earlier?” Heero closed his eyes and hoped that the whole situation would prove to be some strange dream… or nightmare… that would vanish upon opening them again. To his disappointment when he opened them all he saw was Duo leaning over him looking concerned.

“Are you all right down there? I didn’t throw you too hard did I?” Duo wondered if he’d gone too far in teasing the sombre youth.

“No.”

“No – I didn’t hurt you… or no you’re not all right?” Duo fastened earnest eyes on the supine young man. “If you’re not harmed maybe we can get going then? Since you’re in such a hurry and all that?”

“No…” Heero started and lost his train of thought as he gazed into those disarmingly innocent eyes. He shook his head angrily – he was a trained and respected Flight Leader and it simply wouldn’t do for him to continue acting so bamboozled around the Messenger – even if he was completely bewildered by the mercurial youth. “No, no I am perfectly fine and you are correct in stating that I am in a hurry.”

Duo fixed the innocent look on his face, masking his amusement with the ease of long practice. To have someone like this DragonWarrior to play with was going to be fun… even if he was being sent into seclusion against his will. Thinking of the fun he could have with an entire Mont at his mercy made him snigger. “Oh, this will be fun!”

“Huh?” Heero glared, confused with the sudden change in subject – was the Messenger incapable of keeping his mind on one thing at a time? “If you are quite finished your fooling around we ought to leave. I left Zeroth in one of the cloistered gardens as that seemed the most private area and we are trying,” he stressed the word trying, “to keep your departure a secret.”

Smiling sweetly at the confused boy Duo made a florid gesture towards the door. “After you my dear Flight Leader. I shall follow your lead with great pleasure.”

Giving Duo another suspicious look Heero preceded the slender boy out of the apartment. He couldn’t help but feel that the other was having some sort of joke at his expense and that made him more frustrated than ever. “Zeroth is an Onyx, so don’t be frightened by his size – I find a lot of you plodders seem to be terrified of our dragons.”

Duo rolled his eyes at the condescending tone but followed silently. The trip through the otherwise deserted passages was quick and without incident but the slight Messenger couldn’t throw off the sense of being followed. The feeling made him tense and he frowned slightly as he followed the seemingly impervious Heero.

For all his nonchalant act Heero too was tense. He’d sensed something following them, and after the previous attack on Duo, he didn’t feel like taking any chances. If someone was after the Messenger then they’d have to come through him first.

Unconsciously Duo drew nearer to the taciturn ‘Warrior. The sense of being followed grew stronger and he fought the instinct to turn and look. He didn’t want to take the risk of the unknown becoming aware that he’d detected it. What it didn’t know could only work to his advantage.

In front of him Heero came to an abrupt halt, hand raised. “Something’s wrong!”

“What?” Duo asked, the hair on the back of his neck rising as the unseen presence became more strongly felt. “Is it something major or can we just get a move on?”

Heero frowned at the seeming levity. “Major.”

When further details weren’t forthcoming, Duo sighed in frustration. “How major?”

A group of armed men appeared from around a corner and halted facing the two. A noise from behind alerted Duo to the fact that they’d been surrounded.

“Life-threatening.” Heero watched the men in front of him closely. He’d heard the noise but hoped that Duo was as capable of defending himself as the Messenger had boasted.

Duo took in the situation, his eyes flickering from side to side. He assumed from Heero’s comment that they were surrounded, and if the men in front of them were of the class of those behind, they were facing a serious fight. He grimaced. “These are new clothes, if I get them all mucky, someone will pay.”

Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes at the facetious comment Heero concentrated on the three men facing him. All bore the look of hardened assassins but there was something else about them that nagged at him, a certain glassiness around their eyes that seemed out of place. He put that aside for further consideration at a later date. He sunk into a low crouch, eyes never leaving his opponents. He held his staff lightly in his hands, relaxed and waiting for them to make their move.

Duo frowned as he too noticed the glassy looks on the assassins. He recognised the signs faster than Heero and groaned. These were Ennimi – the most feared of all the assassin sects. Drugged into a sense of invulnerability they paid no attention to wounds and would fight on no matter how badly wounded they were. Death was the only thing that would stop them, and they weren’t easy to kill. He grinned broadly. “I guess Saen was really pissed of with me to send this lot.”

As Heero’s three opponents launched their attack with uncanny speed and timing he feinted back then struck out with his staff attempting to sweep their feet out. To his surprise they easily avoided his attack and started to press in on him acting in concert with bewildering speed. It seemed to him that they’d rehearsed this attack already and he was barely able to avoid their quick thrusts. He’d been forced into a defensive stance and didn’t much like it. He’d never fought anyone like this before.

Much as he wanted, Duo couldn’t afford to glance behind him and see how Heero was doing. His attention was focused on the four in front of him. Ducking under a concerted effort from one pair he found himself nearly skewered on the swords of the other. Narrowing his eyes in anger and concentration Duo began to chant something softly as he continued to dodge and weave. Crouching low, a pair of daggers in his hands, he suddenly lunged at one pair, apparently forgetting about the others. As they brought their swords up he suddenly twisted and rolled beneath the attack. The pair of assassins that had been about to attack him from behind suddenly found themselves skewered on their fellow’s swords. Taking advantage of the situation Duo ducked in again and slit the throats of the skewered pair.

Fighting a trio who’d been trained to fight as a single unit wasn’t easy, as Heero’d soon discovered. He’d been hoping that they’d attacked singly or at least get in each other’s way but no such luck. Fighting like a man possessed he’d kept from being seriously wounded but was bleeding heavily in several places. He tried to keep the wall to his back – his worst fear was that one of them would come at him from behind.

Duo straightened slightly, head tilted to one side, his daggers held loosely in his hands. Rage clouded the faces of the remaining pair of assassins as they slid their swords out of their compatriot’s bodies. Breathing heavily they advanced. Judging the distance as accurately as he could, he threw the daggers. One assassin crumpled to the floor, hit in the throat. The other caught the dagger mid-air and threw it back.

Ducking a shoulder height blow Heero brought his staff around in a hard arc while kicking out simultaneously. The crunch of a bone breaking no longer comforted him – he’d realised that the men didn’t feel their injuries no matter how serious. His staff crushed the windpipe of one and at last he was rewarded with the sight of one of his assailants falling to the floor unmoving. This momentary relief was soon quelled as the remaining pair increased their efforts.

Duo ducked and rolled, bouncing quickly to his feet. He knew that the remaining assassin would be the hardest to defeat. With this in mind he released the spell he’d prepared earlier. As the lone assassin charged mindlessly at him Duo raised both hands in front of him and made a sudden grasping gesture, pulling his closed fists back into his chest. The chest of the assassin burst open like an overripe fruit, spraying blood and intestines everywhere. The body, already dead, continued forward from sheer momentum before collapsing to the floor.

He blocked one blow with his staff, then brought the other end of his staff up hard between the man’s legs. Even heavily under the influence of the drugs, the Ennimi screamed as his testicles were crushed and his suddenly nerveless hands dropped the sword. Snatching up the weapon Heero dodged two more rapid blows then with a lucky swipe he severed the assassin’s hands. Without thinking he swiftly beheaded the handless one, then finally silenced the screaming assassin.

Determining that there were no further opponents to kill, Heero turned to see how Duo had fared. He was in time to see the Messenger’s final attack.

Duo wearily looked up into Heero’s shocked face. “I told you I was capable of protecting myself.”

-tbc-

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NOTES FOR DREAMS ON DRAGON WINGS

CITIR – EMPIRE
EMPEROR – BRENDAN OF THE HOUSE OF NEIRBO
ENLIGHTENED SEMI- CONSTITUTIONAL MONARCHY.
CAPITAL CITY – EKUPAUR
OTHER CITIES – ETTENEAJ, ATAMET

 

NEASA – KINGDOM
KING – SAEN OF THE HOUSE OF YEARDEATH
BASIC FEUDAL SYSTEM
MILITARILY CONTROLLED TYRANY
CAPITAL CITY – YDDAP

 

YTHAC – REPUBLIC
ELECTED LEADER – GRANT OF RECCOS
DEMOCRACY
CAPITAL CITY – YTHAC CITY

 

DRAGONWARRIORS
OVER ALL LEADER – DRAGONLORD TREIZE & DRAGONLADY UNE
INDEPENDENT OF ALL COUNTRIES AND GOVERNMENTS
AUTONOMOUS
RELIGIOUS SECT – WORSHIP / SERVE THE GODESS ECRIVSE
SEVERAL MONTS TO A COUNTRY

 

MONT STRUCTURE:
DRAGON LORD / DRAGON LADY
FLIGHT LEADERS
FLIGHT CONTROLLER
FLIGHT SECONDS
FLIERS

MASTER ARCHIVIST
MONT ARCHIVIST

MASTER PROPHET
MONT PROPHET

 

DRAGON COLOURS:

IVORY– QUEENS – FERTILE FEMALES
ONYX – MATES OF THE QUEENS, RIDDEN BY DRAGON LORDS & FLIGHT LEADERS, (riding an Onyx doesn’t automatically make a rider a flight leader or Mont Lord, but you can’t be either unless your dragon is an Onyx)
SILVER – ONLY RIDDEN BY ARCHIVISTS OR PROPHETS - NEUTERS
AMETHYST– RAREST COLOUR OF ALL – ONLY EVER RIDEN BY FLIGHT CONTROLLERS – FERTILE FEMALES
RUBY – MOST COMMON DRAGON COLOUR - NEUTER

TOPAZ - NEXT MOST COMMON COLOUR – INFERTILE MALES
EMERALD – NEXT SMALLEST DRAGON, INFERTILE MALES
SAPHIRE – SMALLEST OF THE DRAGON SIZES, INFERTILE FEMALES

 

RATIO OF DRAGON COLOURS 1:1000

AMETHYST - [FF] - 1 - RAREST OF ALL COLOURS NOT SEEN IN THREE CENTURIES

SILVER - [N] -17 - RIDEN BY ARCHIVESTS & PROPHETS ONLY

IVORY - [FF] - 42-- ‘QUEENS’ CLUTCH EGGS USUALLY RIDEN BY FEMALES

ONYX - [FM] - 129 - ‘CONSORT’ MATE WITH QUEENS; RIDDEN BY LEADERS

THESE FOUR COLOURS ARE THE MOST PLENTIFUL AND PROVIDE THE BULK OF THE DRAGON ARMIES

EMERALD - [SM] - 157

SAPHIRE - [SF] - 179

TOPAZ - [SM] - 207

RUBY - [N] - 268