Due South - part 4
by KatiKat
"Finally, solid ground," Duo sighed out happily as he jumped down on
the wooden pier. "I still think that the floor under your feet should not
move."
"But I think you got your sea legs rather quickly," Trowa replied
with a small smile as he and Heero followed the lifebearer down the gangplank.
They were all bundled up in heavy coats, but the frost was still biting their
cheeks.
"Sea legs? What am I? A frog?"
"No, Duo," the healer replied and patted the longhaired young man on
the shoulder. Duo was jumping up and down to warm himself. "That means
that you got used to the sea quickly."
"Thank god. The last thing I need is to get sea sick." Duo shuddered.
Suddenly a dogīs barking could be heard. It quickly turned into a sorrowful
whining. They all turned back to the ship. In the torchlight they could make
out Shinigami, peering at them sadly over the rail.
"No way, boy," called Duo. "Be a good dog and stay on the ship.
We canīt take you with us. You would scare half of the people in town."
That was when Rufus appeared at the dogīs side and petted him. "You donīt
need to worry. I will take care of him." He smiled at the three young men,
then scratched the black beast behind one ear.
Duo waved at the older man. "Thank you, Rufus!"
In the past couple of days, they had got to know the captain rather well and he
had won their admiration. Especially Heero, who respected him for his fighting
skills and silent strength. The two men got along pretty easily.
"So," Duo stepped between his friend and his lover and intertwined
his arms with theirs, "shall we go?"
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Never in his life had Duo seen so many exciting things in one place. The
streets were full of small stands, their tables covered with food, drinks,
furs, leather goods, weapons, clothes and many other things. Duo was dragging
his companions from one stall to another, eager to try everything as soon as he
found out that he didnīt need to pay anything for tasting the food, only for
buying more of it.
Heero and Trowa soon let him explore on his own, since they were already full
from the pickled cauliflower, īfrgáleī - very large and very thin cakes smeared
with sweet cottage and damsoncheese and sprinkled with almonds - salted rolls
and many other things. They came to the understanding that Duoīs stomach was
made of iron since he didnīt seem to mind the impossible combinations at all.
And so, in the end, everybody was headed to the stalls with the goods they were
most interested in - Duo to the food stands were he discussed in depth the way
of cooking all the delicious dishes with the owners, Trowa to the herbalists
and Heero to the weaponmakers. They arranged to meet at the fountain in the
center of the large square when the bell in the clock tower would strike ten.
Heero was so engrossed in choosing, weighing and dismissing one set of knives
after another, that he didnīt even notice Trowa step up behind him.
"What are you doing?" the healer asked, peeking over his friendīs
shoulder.
With strength of will, Heero managed not to jump out of his skin. He looked at
his friend, who was leaning over his shoulder to look at the knives in the
Enforcerīs hands. Heero glared at him and Trowa hid his smirk.
"Iīm trying to find some suitable weapons for Duo," he explained in
the end and weighed the knives in his hands again, then laid them back on the
table. "He needs to learn how to defend himself. Long weeks at sea await
us and this would be a perfect way to occupy our free time."
Trowa nodded in agreement. He feared for Duoīs safety, too. The lifebearer
lived sheltered from all the bad outside his village most of his life. But the
recent wave of violence that centered around his person shook him to the core.
And even though he was better now that Howard was out of their lives forever,
knowing that he could protect himself if needed could strengthen his
self-confidence.
"But why knives? Why not a sword or a foil?" Trowa pointed at the
laid out weapons.
"Knives are easier to hide. And he should have a way to protect himself,
not to invite a fight. A sword or a foil dangling at your side can have that
effect," Heero explained, reaching for another set of knives.
The smith who owned the stall had been watching Heero for a long while now and
seeing the expert way in which he handled the cold weapons, he made a decision.
"Young man, it seems that you know exactly what you want, but you are
obviously not satisfied with what I can offer." He paused a little, then
added. "Maybe I have something you would like after all, but itīs not
cheap."
When Heero looked up and raised his eyebrow in expectation, the smith pulled a
small leather-bound bundle from beneath the table and handed it to the
Enforcer. Heero unwrapped it. Two knives of silver color with long, sharp
blades fell into his hand. They didnīt have any elaborated carvings, but they
were still masterpieces. Heero weighed them in his hands, flipped them in the
air and let them fall back in his palms. Then he nodded with satisfaction. "I
will take them."
"You donīt even know the price," Trowa reminded him, rather surprised
at his friendīs actions.
Heero wrapped the knives in the leather again, then paid the unholy price the
smith asked for the weapons. "It doesnīt matter. They are the best, the
finest weapons Iīve ever seen. They are worth every coin."
Trowa decided to let it go. Even though he knew well how to fight, he preferred
to heal people, not to stick sharp objects into them.
When the small, but expensive trade was finished, they turned to go find Duo.
They just needed to follow their noses to the food stands. But while pushing
their way through the crowds that were out on the streets to celebrate the
feast of Morena, they passed by a stand with silver jewelry. And one piece laid
out on the table especially caught Heeroīs attention. He stopped to look more
closely at it.
It was a small delicate silver cross with ivy. The tiny leaves were worked out
in the smallest details so that they looked almost alive. He took the fine
silver chain on which the pendant hung into his hand. It weighed almost
nothing.
"Itīs a claiming necklace, sir," the old woman sitting on the chair
in the stall said. "The cross represents the meeting of two roads in life,
the ivy the bond in which they step - beautiful, delicate but with hidden
dangers, too."
Heero nodded at her, then looked back at the pendant.
"Are you thinking about that for Duo?" Trowa said softly, watching
his friend touch the fine ornament.
The Enforcer nodded again. "Yes, it has been weeks since I claimed him,
but he has nothing to show it with. I didnīt make it official." He
frowned. "It was okay back there, at the village. We all knew each other.
We knew who had been claimed by whom and when. But in this town, among the people
we donīt know... what will they think about Duo when he canīt prove that he was
claimed? The people in the City may not be as traditional about a lifebearer
and a Sire living together without the bond as the villagers, but I donīt think
they would just overlook it so easily."
Trowa nodded. Heero was right. Their lives would change in the City. It was
time to start to make some adjustments. "Then buy it for him. The knives
may protect him from physical danger, but not from vile tongues."
The Enforcer nodded and after paying for it, he slipped the necklace and
pendant into the pouch on his belt.
That was when the bell started to strike ten. They hurried to the fountain
where they were to meet with Duo, forcing their way through the crowd as
everyone headed the same way, wanting to watch the fireworks that would start
any minute now.
Reaching the square, they started to look for the lifebearer, the hundreds of
people not making it easy to find their lost friend and mate. Finally, they
spotted him sitting at the edge of the fountain, swinging his legs idly.
When the braided young man spotted them, he smiled brightly, and jumping from
the fountain he threw himself into Heeroīs arms. "Dar~ling," he
screamed with joy, cuddling closer.
Trowa choked with laughter, seeing Heeroīs shocked look. The Enforcer closed
his arms around his mate so that Duo wouldnīt fall, since he started to sway
dangerously.
Heero lifted Duoīs chin, taking in the flushed face and overly bright eyes.
"Duo, are you drunk?" he asked, astonished.
The lifebearer shook his head happily. "Not drunk. The ni~ce man had
flambi... flambu... burned cherries in his stand. They were exqa... exqin... so
tasty." He sighed happily.
Flambed cherries. That meant alcohol. "Duo, how much did you eat?"
The braided young man furrowed his eyebrows, pondering the question. "Not
much. I had a small plate but he kept putting more and more on it and I
couldnīt just say no. That wouldīve been rude." He nodded seriously.
Heero sighed and rolled his eyes. His mate was drunk. Trowa covered his smile
with his hand, but the Enforcer noticed it and glared at him with all his
might. "Itīs not funny."
Trowa laughed out loud. "Oh yes, it is."
Suddenly, the sky was lit up with sparkles of red and green. The fireworks had
started. Everybody looked up and sighed with awe. Duo made himself more
comfortable in his mateīs arms, admiring the sight too.
Out of the blue though, Duo turned to Trowa. "Trowa, are you a Bearer or a
Sire?" he asked as if he hadnīt been thinking about anything else the
whole time.
This time Trowa nearly choked with shock. "I beg your pardon?" he
said, turning to the lifebearer.
Duo waved his hand. "I mean, Iīve never seen you shave and youīre too
skinny for a Sire..."
"Of course I am a Sire!" Trowa answered, offended that someone could
have mistaken him in such a way. "Just because I have only five hairs on
my chin doesnīt mean that I am a lifebearer!" A lifebearer? Him? And how
did this question come up anyway?
As if reading his mind, Duo said: "Me and Mil were talking...
thinking..." He fell silent, then: "But you would look so cu~te with
a belly."
Trowa didnīt answer to that comment, though he glared at Heero who snickered
with mirth. "Itīs not that funny!" he protested.
"Oh yes, it is!" Heero repeated the earlier comment.
The healer waved them off, muttering something about crazy drunk Bearers and
their even crazier mates. He decided to let the whole thing be and enjoy the
fireworks instead. He hadnīt seen one in a small eternity.
The fireworks lit up the sky for almost half an hour. Green, blue, white, red,
orange, yellow. Soon the air filled with the smell of brimstone but nobody
seemed to mind, just like they didnīt mind the loud booms the flares made.
When the town fell silent and dark once again, people started to leave for
their homes. The feast was over and their work waited for them in the morning.
It was time for them to head back too. But when Heero looked down at his mate,
he found him fast asleep, standing cuddled and held tightly in his loveīs arms.
Heero smiled gently, feeling the love swell in his chest. This was his mate and
only his, and he had never seen anything more beautiful.
He handed Trowa the leather wrapped bundle of knives, then swept Duo into his
arms, adjusting his grip, so that Duoīs head laid propped on the Enforcerīs
shoulder. The lifebearer never stirred.
The three men set off for the ship.
TBC