Title: Sorcerer Stabber Shinigami Series: Gundam Wing Author: Snow Tigra Rating: ummm�. R? Possible lemon later. Pairing: our favorite of course and something between Trowa and Quatre later Warnings: AU semi-fusion with Sorcerous Stabber Orphan, curses, magic, evil sorcerers, dragons and swords in a semi-medieval setting. Possible future lemons depends on muses corporation. Spoilers: *snickers* Why do I even leave this here? Of course not! Sorcerer Stabber Shinigami Teaser/Intro Snow drifted down from the sky, covering the land in a thick blanket of cold and frost. In the hills, above the town of Slanow, a lone figure walked alone. His thick fur cloak billowed around him, steadily becoming white from the clinging ice. He leaned on his walking staff, his weariness quite apparent from the leaning and short breaths he was taking. As soon as he reached the edge of the town he forced himself to straighten and walk normally, though his muscles screamed in protest. He moved through the silent streets until he came to one building in particular, the sign at the door proclaiming it as "The Winner Inn." The boy pushed off his hood and winced as the cold air hit his face. Blinking away the snowflakes which quickly clung to his long eyelashes, over bright violet eyes, he dug in his pockets, searching for what was left of his money. As he searched said violet eyes scanned the streets for danger. A second later his hand came out, empty. "It figures," he grumbled angrily. "I finally find a warm place to sleep and I'm all out of money." Cursing softly he walked around the outer wall of the inn until he spotted a low window leading to what looked like an empty room. He grinned to himself and glanced over the street around him again, finding it devoid of life. "Looks like I'll have a place to sleep after all." Pointing to the ground his cloak began to billow out from around him as a purple mist swirled around his feet. Slowly his feet drifted up, off the ground and he floated up to the window. A snap of his fingers and the window unhitched, swinging open with barely a squeak. He floated into the room and landed silently on the wooden floor, the windows swinging shut behind him. Turning he re-locked the windows then dropped onto the empty bed. "I hate cold beds," he muttered quietly, curling into his fur cloak, trying to keep warm as the wind howled outside. He soon drifted into a restless sleep, filed with dreams of a boy with stunning cobalt blue eyes. ** Outside the window and the Winner Inn two forms dressed in flowing black cloaks appeared. One stood tall, wearing a thick cloak with blood red dyed fur ringing the neck and bottom, tied on with a sash of bright blue. His double eyebrows arched as he gazed into the window at the sleeping violet-eyed boy. "Shall we strike now, master?" Asked his shorter companion, whose face was mostly covered by auburn brown hair. A single emerald eye flickered form the room's occupant to the taller man. "No," responded the taller man. "Let him sleep, we shall wait until the time is right." "Could it be that we could be wrong in our assumptions of him?" The boy asked quietly. The man frowned for a moment and rubbed his chin with a gloved hand. "Perhaps. Only time will tell I suppose." The boy nodded silently. As the snow faded to a stop and the sun began to rise the two cloaked figures faded away, leaving the roof top empty. Prologue Heero stood before the council, his head bowed silently, showing submission. Before him the tall figures sat on their platform discussing his fate, and all he did was stand there, waiting for their verdict. He didn't let his mind wander, knowing it wouldn't do him any good. He forced himself not to think of the violet-eyed boy who'd become such a part of his life. He forced himself not to think of the nights they'd spent together, wrapped in each other's arms. He wouldn't think of that sparkling smile, nor that determined look when he was attempting his lessons. He wouldn't. He couldn't. He couldn't lose his resolve now, not now. Not when everything was at stake. He'd decided to do this, to protect him, and he wouldn't step down. Not now, not ever. "Apprentice Heero, you stand charged of a grievous crime, how do you plead?" "Guilty," Heero responded without looking up. The master sorcerers exchanged glances and nodded to each other. Finally one of the stood and address the young boy. "You know the punishment that is required." Heero swallowed and nodded. Here was the true test. He looked up at the platform of sorcerers and set his face in an emotionless expression. "Yes." "You accept this punishment?" "I do." The man nodded and took his seat once more, waving his hand to two guards on either side of Heero. Both guards stepped forward, the first reaching forward and grasping onto the amulet hanging from Heero's neck. He yanked it hard, the chain shattering apart and the pieces falling to the ground. Then both guards took the sides of Heero's robes and pulled, ripping away the clothes that sheltered his body and told of his rank among the students of the Tower. Heero was left standing naked save for the set of spandex shorts he always wore under his cloak. He dropped his head once more, diverting his eyes to the floor. Another sorcerer stood up and addressed him. "Apprentice Heero, you are hereby stripped of your rank. You are no longer a student of the Tower, the house will no longer permit you within its walls nor will we acknowledge that you were ever a student. You are forbidden to use your magic henceforth. Any attempt to regain entrance to the Tower will result in your death and any who are suspected of helping you. Do you understand this?" Heero swallowed in an attempt to keep his voice from showing his fear. "Yes." "Then accept your punishment, boy." Heero looked up and met eyes with the taller man as all the sorcerers stood up. Each raised their hands in unison and multicolored power pooled before them. Heero planted his feet tightly against the ground, bracing himself for the impact of the blast he knew was coming. He watched, emotionless, as their power combined into a large ball of energy, swirling before him. Then, without warning, the power burst forth, straight for Heero. He didn't raise his arms to protect himself, knowing that there was no way he could block such an attack. He simply stood there as the power slammed into him, throwing him backward against the wall. He hit the wall hard, yet only allowed himself a small grunt of pain. Slouching to the ground his entire body screamed as the power seeped into his body, absorbed into his very being. Soon the energy melted away, leaving his body throbbing and sweat beading down his forehead as he took deep breaths. "Be gone." All the sorcerers turned their back to him, symbolically forgetting about his presence in the room. Heero struggled to his feet and took the tattered robe that was thrown at him, quickly tossing it over his shivering body. He knew he only had so long before the spell completely took effect. Only so long to get away from the Tower to avoid endangering the other students. As he raced down the halls and plunged out into the snowstorm his only regret was that he didn't get to say good bye to Duo. At least Duo was now safe, even though the violet eyed boy probably hated him for shouldering the blame, there was no way they could hurt him now. That single thought comforted Heero as he trudged through the snow, barefooted and shivering. He held onto that thought and the memory of the boy he had come to love. Because now, it was all he had. End of Prologue |