Due South - part 7
by KatiKat
Duo looked down at the child in his arms. The boy was now sleeping peacefully,
dressed in dry clothes and snuggled contently in the warm blanket. But when
Trowa burst into the sick bay and pushed the child in Duoīs arms, the boy was
screaming, his little face red and streaked with tears. It took Duo quite a
while to change Zechsī diapers, dress him and calm him down enough for the boy
to settle and fall asleep. And now the braided lifebearer was sitting on a
stool by the bed, in which his unconscious lover was lying unmoving, and was
rocking the baby gently, humming just loud enough to drown out the loud sound
of the crashing waves.
Duo had still no idea what was actually going on. When Trowa appeared, together
with Shinigami who was now lying at the braided manīs feet and looking at him
with large, concerned eyes, the healer didnīt say much. He just mumbled
something about Milliardo being hurt and broken windows before he disappeared
again, leaving the care of the baby in the lifebearerīs arms. Duo was naturally
worried about Mil, but nothing was more important to him right now than Heero
and his welfare. On the other hand, the child served as a good distraction from
the problems at hand.
The ship lurched again and Duo caught himself on the side of Heeroīs bunk and
winced as his burned, bandaged hand bumped against the wooden edge of the bed;
he almost forgot about his own injuries, the shock of Heeroīs injury helping
him push feelings such as pain to the back of his mind. The oil lamps swung
wild, letting the shadows dance around the room. Some of the sailors in the
sick bay cried out as the violent movement jarred their wounds. But the one that
meant the most to Duo didnīt react at all. With every passing moment the
Enforcer lay unconscious, the pressure in Duoīs chest increased.
"Come on, love," Duo whispered, leaning closer and squeezing his
mateīs hand. "Come on, please. Wake up for me." The other young man
lay unmoving though.
Duo squeezed his eyes shut tightly. He felt the prickle in them and was
determined not to let the tears fall, to hold his head high so that Heero
wouldnīt have to be ashamed for him when he woke up. And he would wake up, of
that Duo was convinced. The Enforcer wouldnīt leave him alone. He promised.
The hand on his shoulder startled Duo. His head shot up and he turned, his eyes
wild. Immediately he calmed down though, noticing that it was only Rufus,
crouching in front of him with a worried expression on his face.
"Are you all right, Duo?" the bear of a man asked in a gentle voice
that didnīt quite fit his appearance.
The lifebearer sighed and straightened, rocking the child in his arms again.
"No, Iīm not," he admitted. "I thought that it was finally over,
you know? All the stress and the problems. I thought that we could finally
begin a new life. And now this..." He turned from the bearded man to his
bruised, unconscious love and caressed the hand lying on top of the blanket.
"He saved Treizeīs life, huh?"
Rufus nodded and looked at the hurt young man on the bed too. "Yes. He was
really brave. If it wasnīt for him, Lord Treize would be dead now," he
said quietly, his voice laced with self-loathing. After all, it was his job to
protect the Count and because of his incompetency, one young man had been
gravely injured. It wasnīt right. It should have been him.
Duo nodded. "He is the bravest, most wonderful man Iīve ever met," he
said softly, pride mixed with deep concern and fear radiating from his voice.
The big man nodded, looking searchingly at the pale, bruised young man. There
was something he wanted to ask Duo... though he wasnīt sure if it was the right
place and the right time, but... "Duo, I..." he started, his voice
trailing off.
Shifting Zechs in his arms, Duo turned to the captain. "What is it?"
he asked.
Rufus cleared his throat and shifted his weight from one leg to the other in
his crouched position. "When I helped Trowa undress Heero, I..." The
captain cleared his throat again. "I noticed the tattoo," he finally
said so softly that Duo almost hadn't heard him.
The gentle rocking stopped and the child scrunched his little face in
displeasure. Duo didnīt notice though, for he froze - body, heart and soul.
Suddenly he couldnīt breathe, and his mind started to whirl. Rufus noticed the
tattoo marking Heero as an Enforcer. That was one of the few secrets they kept
from their new friends because for an Enforcer to leave his village was
punishable with death. And it didnīt matter that there was nothing left of the
village. When the village went down, the Enforcer died with it. No exceptions...
"I... I donīt know what youīre talking about," Duo said, lowering his
head to the baby to hide his face.
Rufus sighed, then reached out, touched Duoīs chin and lifted his head.
"Iīm not trying to cause trouble," he whispered when he looked the
lifebearer in his terrified eyes. "Gods know that I have secrets of my own
and this one is not my business but... he should have the tattoo removed. When
we arrive at the City, I can recommend you someone who doesnīt ask any
questions when you pay him enough. It would be safer for both of you because
sooner or later someone will notice it and if it got out..."
When Rufus let go of Duoīs face, the braided young man lowered his eyes and
didnīt answer. The captain waited a moment longer, but after getting no
reaction from Duo, he sighed heavily and got up. He turned to head for the door
when a silent call stopped him. He turned to the younger man.
"Thank you, Rufus," Duo said softly, his words laced with gratitude.
He glanced at the tall man, then quickly lowered his eyes again.
Rufus smiled. "He is a good man, a brave one. It wasnīt cowardice that
caused him to leave his post. I donīt know what happened and I donīt even want
to know. The fewer people that know, the smaller chance of somebody saying
something they shouldnīt." Then his smile softened. "Take good care
of him, Duo. He might play the tough guy, but he loves you very much. Even a
protector needs protection from time to time." With that, the large man
left.
*-*-*-*-*-*
Milliardo moaned silently, a sigh passing through his slightly open lips as his
body shuddered with cold. Treize made a low hushing sound and pressed his naked
body closer to his mate. He lay spooned beside the blond man, Milīs head
pillowed on his arm. The brown-haired aristocrat pushed the long blond bangs
from his loverīs forehead, touching the pale, cold skin of his face.
Treize had no idea how much time had passed since they found Milliardo almost
frozen to death in the ice cold water and he didnīt care. He concentrated his
whole being on warming up his mate. To share their body heat was actually
Trowaīs idea, for the healer couldnīt find any other way to raise Milliardoīs
extremely low body temperature quickly enough on the cold ship where everything
was wet, or at least damp, thanks to the storm. Treize didnīt mind at all when
Trowa came up with this idea. It gave him something to do and he could hold his
lover in his arms at the same time. And he needed that.
Milliardo shifted again, a slight frown settling on his brows. Treize caressed
his cheek again, kissing the top of his head, careful as not to touch the sore
spot on the back of his head where a large, discolored bump appeared. Trowa
said that Milliardo had to have hit his head on the edge of the table or
something similar, fortunately the wound didnīt bleed much, the bleeding
staunched by the cold water. Trowa was still rather concerned and warned Treize
that head wounds were a rather tricky thing and they wouldnīt know how
Milliardo had actually fared until he woke up. The aristocrat prayed that it
would be soon and that everything would be all right.
Treize laid his head on the pillow and pulled Milliardo even closer, letting
his arm rest on the blond manīs stomach. He closed his eyes, for the dancing
shadows of the wildly swinging lamp made his eyes hurt. But enclosed in the
darkness behind his eye lids, his mind started to roam free, digging up
pictures from the past, a past that made his heart clench and soul hurt.
When he had lost his first mate and their little boy, the pain almost killed
him. But Mil had been there and had pulled him away from the edge of the abyss.
For more than fifteen years, the blond boy turned man had been a steady part of
his life, always there, never demanding anything, just needing, wanting to be
there for him. Treize still couldnīt believe how stupid and cruel he had been
when he had found out that Milliardo was pregnant, blaming the already
overstressed man for trying to force him into bonding, pushing him away at the
very moment Mil needed him the most. It was months later that he found out the
secret about Milliardoīs origin, which explained why the blond man didnīt know
he was a lifebearer, that he was capable of having children.
Since his son had been born by an Other, a woman - which was punishable by
death - Zechs bribed the village healer to fake the examination before the
ceremony of Coming of Age, marking the blond man as a Sire. The old lord had
been afraid that a closer examination could reveal something disturbing, some
malformation that would betray the secret of Milliardoīs origin and put them
all in the headsmanīs hands. He had no reason to believe that Mil, as a Sire,
would feel attracted to another Sire since it was rather unusual thing even in
their society. It wasnīt exactly condemned, but it was frowned upon, especially
in the higher society. And so he believed that their secret was safe.
Unfortunately, it almost destroyed his sonīs life.
Treize sighed, guilt clenching his gut once again as he remembered the day when
the leader of the desert rebels himself brought Milliardo - whom he captured
during a battle just days ago - back to him, saying that his honor forbade him
to use a pregnant Bearer for a hostage. From that moment on, everything went
downhill and if it hadnīt been for this desert outlaw, he would have lost his
lover forever.
During the awful time of Milliardoīs pregnancy, Treize almost lost him numerous
times. And now he had come close to losing him again. How many times would the
blond man cheat death before it caught him? The brown-haired aristocrat
sometimes had the feeling as if it was his fault, as if bad luck followed him
and touched every person he loved. Milliardo and little Zechs were the heart of
his universe. He couldnīt lose them. Not now, not ever.
Milliardo moaned again, pulling Treize out of his thoughts. The nobleman lifted
his head to look his mate in the eyes. "Mil?" he whispered and
touched his cheek, willing the blond man to open his eyes.
Drawing his face in a grimace of pain, Milliardo blinked his eyes open slowly.
"Treize?" His voice was soft and confused.
Treize smiled down at his lover. "Yes, itīs me. How do you feel?"
Milliardo furrowed his brows. "Head hurts. A lot. Cold too." Then he
blinked again, narrowing his eyes. "Treize? Why is it so dark in here?"
An icy fist of fear gripped Treizeīs heart. "Itīs not dark. The lamp is
burning." Unconsciously he glanced toward the swinging lantern.
"You... you canīt see it?" he asked, his voice almost inaudible.
"No." Milliardo froze and clenched his fist into the bed covers,
every fiber in his body quivering. His fear was almost palpable. "Treize,
am I... am I blind?"
*-*-*-*-*-*
It was the touch on his shoulder that woke Duo up. His head shot up from where
it was pillowed on his crossed arms, propped on the bunk on which Heero lay
unconscious. Some time ago, Rufus brought in the wooden cradle that he had
pried off the floor in the cabin of his Lord and hammered it to the floor just
an armīs length away from the braided young man. Little Zechs was now sleeping
peacefully in his small bed, the cradle swinging gently as the ship danced on
the stormy waves. Shinigami lay curled up next to the cradle, his attention
skipping from the child to his two Masters.
Duo blinked, then tried to rub the sleep from his eyes. When he could finally
focus, his breath caught in his throat and his heart started to hammer with
joy. From the bed, Heero was staring at him solemnly, drinking in the sight of
his love.
"Heero," Duo whispered, astonished, then threw himself on the bed,
embracing the Enforcer as best he could, laying his head on the short-haired
manīs chest. "Heero... I was so afraid." The lifebearer clenched his
eyes tight, tears prickling behind his eye lids. He knew that he probably
looked like some weepy weakling but he felt such relief, such a deep happiness
that he couldnīt help it. "Donīt do this ever again, okay?" the
lifebearer asked as he opened his eyes to gaze at Heero. He knew that it was
impossible for Heero to give him such an oath. The need to save other people,
to help them, was as much a part of the Enforcer as the love he felt for Duo. It
made him who he was.
The Enforcer was watching his love intently, as if trying to memorize every
detail of his face. There was a strange emotion in his eyes, an emotion Duo
could not indentify, though it was achingly similar to fear. Silently, Heero
lifted his hand again and touched Duoīs braid, then ran his fingers up the
shining hair and let it rest on the back of his loveīs neck. The lifebearer
closed his eyes and squeezed his mate. The Enforcer lay silent, and for a
moment Duo thought that Heero had fallen asleep.
But then Heero broke the silence that settled between them, his voice hoarse
and just above a whisper. "Will you bond with me, Duo?"
The lifebearerīs head shot up, Heeroīs hand sliding from the back of his mateīs
neck to his jaw. Duo blinked at him, surprised. "What?" he managed to
say. "You... we are... you claimed me already. In the village." The
long-haired young manīs heart clench with agitation. "You donīt... donīt
you remember?"
Even in his battered state, Heero managed to look amused. He lifted one of his
eyebrows and his eyes, although filled with pain, danced with merry fire.
"Of course I remember," he croaked out.
Duo frowned. "Then why...?" He didnīt understand.
"I want to do it properly. Before the gods and people," the Enforcer
explained, caressing his mateīs cheek with his thumb.
The long-haired manīs eyes softened and a gentle smile settled on his lips. He
leaned his face into the calloused hand. "You donīt need to do it. You
claimed me and thatīs enough for me. I donīt need any ceremony to prove what
you feel." Duo took the hand that was touching his face in his and lay
both of them on his chest, above his beating heart. "I know it here."
"But you deserve it," Heero whispered. "And I really want the
gods to witness and bless our bond."
Duo looked his mate in the eyes searchingly and realized that Heero really
meant it. He really wanted a proper bond with a proper ceremony. Suddenly Duo
felt very selfish. He never considered that Heero might want this. The
lifebearer slipped from one life to another with thousands of other problems to
worry about, so the thought of an actual bond never crossed his mind. He felt
like a heel.
Pushing all those thoughts aside, Duo smiled, putting everything he felt for
the other man into it. "I would feel honored and very happy to bond with
you, Heero Yuy. In front of the gods and people," he said.
For the first time since they started to live together, Duo saw his mate smile
a wide and genuinely happy smile. The little lines of worry that always marred
his forehead vanished and even the black and blue bruises on the side of his
face didnīt look so terrible anymore. "Thank you," he whispered, his
eyes closing as if now that this one worry was covered, he could rest easily
again.
Duo reached out and lay his bandaged hand on the Enforcerīs cheek. "You
donīt have to thank me. What would I do without you? You are everything,
just... everything." His voice was thick with emotions.
Heeroīs smile softened and he moved his head gingerly to press his cheek
against Duoīs palm. But then he frowned, cracking one eye open. "Duo? What
happened to your hands?"
Duo grinned. Yes, that was his mate, the mother hen. Everything would be okay
again.
*-*-*-*-*-*
And outside, the storm started to quiet down...