Part Five

Quatre followed the boy as he cut through the bushes, the rain soaking his flaxen locks. The other stopped for a moment, leaning against a tree.
"Are we stopping?" the blond asked, and the brunette looked at him slightly annoyed. He then stuck his machete into the tree, and gestured that Quatre take it.
"Be my guest."
Quatre stepped around him and grabbed the long blade, yanking it out of the tree. He then started to slice through the bushes, the other following behind him. The brunette's eyes strayed to look at Quatre's creamy chest, the ripped shirt falling off slightly. He looked at him hungrily for a second, before forcing himself to stay calm.
Quatre stepped over some plants, sliced through another couple of branches, and screamed as a skeleton with a pilot's hat on, it's mouth open like it was laughing appeared from behind a cut plant. The blond squeezed his eyes shut and backed away, feeling himself enveloped into strong arms and pulled to a warm body. He looked up to see his companion looking at him worriedly, stroking the blond locks in concern.
"It's ok little one," the boy soothed, running his hands through the flaxen locks that looked like spun gold. He slowly, and reluctantly removed the boy from his hold, and walked over to the skeleton. It was sticking out of a window, and he pushed away some plants to see it was a plane window. He guessed it had wrecked and everyone inside had died.
"Come on,"he said to Quatre. He took the boy's hand and led him down the side.
When they reached the back he let go of Quatre's hand and the blond asked from behind him,"Is anyone in there?"
"No...No it's a cargo plane," was the reply.
"What is all this?"
"Shipments from about five different states, a couple of centuries down here."
"Oh, marijuana."
"Oh, you smoke it?" the boy looked back at him curiously.
"I went to college," Quatre shrugged, and the other boy shook his head, containing laughter.
As Quatre found a towel to dry himself off with, the other boy walked to the front of the plane, flashlight in hand. He saw a duffel bag with magazines and stuff in it, brushed the lizards off of it, and took it back with him.
As he and Quatre looked through it, they found a Rolling Stone magazine, a jacket, two blankets, and, much to the brunette's delight, a bottle of alcohol. Quatre dried himself off as the other boy opened the drink, sipping from it. He smiled when he found it wasn't bad, and handed it to the blond. Quatre took it and looked at the brand, laughing softly.
"What?" the other boy asked, the musical laughter he had just heard echoing through his mind.
"This is Iria's favorite drink,"Quatre said softly, before taking a sip. He coughed at the strength of it, and then handed it back to his companion.
"So, you gonna tell me about this sister of yours?"
Quatre froze.
"I...already did,"he saw the curious look he was receiving,"Her wife died...and I came here to...comfort...her..."
"Uh-hu."
"It's the truth," Quatre sighed, sitting down on a pile of the plane's cargo.
"Right...the truth,"the brunette snapped, before turning away from the blond.
Quatre inwardly smacked himself for sounding like a complete idiot.
"I'm gonna start a fire,"the boy said, watching Quatre trying to open a jar of grapes,"Got any dry matches in here?"
The boy opened Quatre's backpack and shuffled through it, raising an eyebrow when he saw the treasure map.
"Well, looky here,"he whispered, pulling out the brown paper.
"Uh..." Quatre thought for a second about if any matches were in his backpack,"I don't think--"
The blond gasped when he saw the boy with the treasure map.
"No don't!" he pleaded, looking at the map with fear in his eyes. The other boy's eyebrow raised even more.
"I think we need to have a talk."
"Alright,"Quatre shrugged.
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The boy threw a package onto the fire, inhaling the smoke that rose from it.
"Yeah, that's what I call a camp fire,"he sighed, leaning back against the side of the plane. Quatre watched him as he tossed a grape into his mouth, curled up against part of the plane near the front.
The blond's companion looked at the map again, reading the Spanish writing.
"So they're ransoming your sister, for this 'El Corazon'," the boy glanced at Quatre,"That's Spanish for 'The Heart'. This leads to the heart, but the heart of what?"
"I don't care."
"You see this writing that says it's in the Cordoba Providence?" at the blond's nod, the boy continued,"Well we're sitting right in the middle of it!"
"I don't care. All I know is that that map is my sister's life."
"Like hell it is! Whatever's at the end of this map is your sister's life! Now if we get our hands on this 'El Corazon', you've got something to bargain with."
Quatre shook his head, swallowing another grape.
"I knew it would happen,"the blond sighed, setting down the jar he held.
"Knew what would happen?"
"You only care about yourself! I knew it since the first time I laid my eyes on you."
"Was that the first moment when I saved your ass?" the boy snickered, setting down the map to look at the small blond.
"There, you see? There it is. You have no finesse, no style! A real man doesn't have to draw attention to his actions! You're....You're a mondo dizmo!"
"Wait...what am I?" the boy snickered more,"I'm a what?"
"You're a man who takes money from stranded boys...a real man is honest, and forthright, and trustworthy," Quatre glared when he saw the boy not looking at him,"Would you please do me the curtesy *looking* me in the eye when I'm speaking? I mean this is what I'm talking about! If you had any sort of mann-AHHHHHH!" The blond covered his head when his companion leaped up with his machete drawn, and winced when he heard a slicing noise. He peeked out from under his arms to see the other boy pulling a decapitated snake out from behind him.
"God damn Bushmaster,"the boy murmured, and Quatre paled when he saw how long the snake's body was.
"Is it...poisonous?" he asked meekly, and the other boy smiled.
"Yes, but very tasty!"
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