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Disclaimer: I don’t own X/1999, I didn’t come up
with any of their brilliant characters, they’re the geniuses not me!
The character of Alex, Jacob, Venus, Charlie,
David, Anthony, Dvora and Dimitri are all mine. The
Noters are half reality. The rest belong to all the book/movie/TV/anime/manga
they came from. If you can spot where they’re from then good for you!
Author’s Thanks: to LadyoftheaBlackWings (which fanfic
luv? Tell me and I’ll read it), Kakyou-chan whose
review I already answered through our LJs. Wow, I
can’t believe such a brilliant and respected authoress read my little baby! If Trench_Kamen and Tanuki-Dono would
also read this I’ll be in heaven! To Kizune (I’m glad
you enjoyed the chapter that much, yayz!),
Feather-chan (why the convoy got there so fast? Because none of them were
human, they were all zombies who moved as fast as Alex made them move and since
Alex is POWERFUL they ran REALLY fast. I hope this explains it clear enough
since you did have a point with that. And I’m so glad to hear you’re still
working on that challenge! Even if it’s ‘not so flashy’ and I didn’t ban
anything, FF.net must have and maybe they’ve got a point since so many idiots
out there with no balls flame people and run away un-avenged), to iwannasleep. (harlo
to you too XXXD Kamui not being gay honey? Well, maybe when pigs’ll
fly or something coz Clamp sure didn’t make him in any other mode XXXXD) and to
Tekoo my precious my love (you just can’t get enough
of Alex now can you dear? Oh well. You know you got me tripping over why on
earth you want to know so much about f**ing Will for
f**k’s sake, why him?!).
Author’s notes: Greetings A New World readers, I come to you with news of
A New World extras!...well….extra.
I’ve
written an A New World Characters File with information about A New World’s
original and fandom characters (which aren’t X originated that is) and also
with lost of info on A New World itself and on The Lost Dimension. I will be
publishing it on my Lj (link found in my FF.net
profile) since it’s none-plotted and cannot be published here so go check it
out if you wish to know more about this fic!
Warning: A lot of Hellsing references in this chapter, sorry if you
don’t know Hellsing the manga and can’t understand what it’s all about. The
full scheme of the story about Alex’s time in Victoria’s world is still
hiding in my brain, maybe I’ll write it down as an annex someday.
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Chapter 31 – The City of Men
Past
the land of women lay a huge track of land completely empty of anything civilized.
It
reminded Death’s men of the huge grass flats they rode through after the
Craters and the forests they travelled back in the Dark Side. These flats,
according to a sneaking suspicion most of them had, were…..well….boring.
“Oh
sure it’s nice and blooming and green, like everything in this place but….”
Subaru turned to his lover for help with forming his thoughts into words.
“It’s
boring” Seishiro finished the sentence.
Alex
pulled the slim painting brush from the new flap of map he opened for the part
of the Light Side beyond the women’s land, and raised his eyes to the two men
sitting in his tent sipping tea Subaru received from the treasurer’s helper “Boring?!
How so?”
“I
don’t know really, it’s a kind of a hovering feeling I’ve been having ever
since we first stepped in the Light Side. Like nothing will ever happen in
here, nothing really interesting that is” Subaru spun his tea cup slowly
above his open palm.
“Nothing
really interesting like monsters attacking the City, killing and
destroying everything in their path you mean?”
Subaru
blinked at Death “N-no! Not like that….”
“Yes
like that” Seishiro cut Subaru’s speech “this place is boring because nothing
exciting and dangerous will ever happen in here. Why, even what the women spoke
of, of the men spies and everything, it doesn’t sound half as interesting as
what goes on in the City. All these men want are agricultural hints and peeks
at naked women, frankly I’ve seen sheep sheering more interesting then that”
Alex
chuckled and shook his head “Well be thankful we don’t have any adventures at
all to keep us occupied”
“But
it’s boring here”
“Seishiro,
this is the place we’ll stay while Kamui brewed his decision about you and it’s
a good, adventure-less place in which I intend to
stay”
“Alex,
he’ll never change his mind. You might as well get used to the idea”
Death
stared at the Sakurazukamori, frowning as if he is completely unable to
comprehend what Seishiro said.
“Do
you believe that in honest?”
Seishiro
nodded.
Subaru
clutched his tea cup nervously. He sat there gnawing his lower lip and clawing
his cup as he watched the two men stare at each other.
“Alex…what
if he’ll never change his mind? I mean…..” he sighed “As much as I enjoy this
journey, I want to go home eventually”
“As
do most of us” Seishiro added.
Alex
bowed his head and bit the end of his brush. For a long while he was silent
before finally speaking, his voice low and grave “When we’ll return home and
Kamui remains unchanged I will threat both Justice’s lives to never dare to
touch you again. And I will keep that promise, like I keep every promise I
make”
The
onmyoujis stared at Alex bewildered.
Seishiro
shook his head slightly, as if to be rid of a troublesome thought “If they’ll
try to put me to trial again you’ll kill them both? Kamui included? You’ll have
the strength to do that?! I don’t believe you”
Seishiro
climbed to his feet and was about to leave.
Alex
took a deep breath to call him back angrily.
The
sound of a heavy motor nearing the camp cut through the tense scene.
Pulling
out his sword, Alex shot out of the tent, followed by the onmyoujis.
The
flats around them were so straight and smooth and so silent in the night that
the motor which was still a few miles from them could be clearly heard as if
it’s already in the camp.
Scanning
his men, Alex burst into Victoria’s tent, then into
David’s. “Where are they? The lovebirds, where are they?”
Lestate
walked out of his tent calmly, trailing his palm on the outline of his tent
flap “They went out for a small romantic walk if I’m not mistaken”
Alex
growled, sending a fiery glare at Kamui and Will who sat by their tent, staring
around aimlessly.
“Get
yourselves inside the tent, you’re not here” he barked at the two, avoiding eye
contact with Kamui on purpose.
Sighing,
Kamui climbed to his feet and pulled Will along with him. The deep wound in his
relationship with Alex was healing slowly; for now he was still hanging between
the little punk under sever rough treatment for what he’s done and his former
status as the admired prisoner.
The
motor drew nearer. Sounds of trampled ground and torn vegetation suggested the
motor belonged to a jeep or some other powerful 4X4 vehicle.
“This
is the first time I hear a motor running in this world, whomever has it is very
lucky to not have horses as the only means of travel” Subaru sighed, folding
his arms on his chest.
“You
mean you still didn’t get the hang of that stand-up-sit-down motion I thought
you” Alex sniggered, making Subaru glare at him and blush.
“ARGH! SLOW DOWN YOU CRAZY AMERICAN!”
The
convoy’s men blinked. Kamui and Will poked their heads out of their tent
against what was they were told.
“I
said slow down already, so slow the ‘ELL down!” the voice was
of a man, high pitched in panic and carrying a heavy French accent tore through
the air from a distance. The motor drew close to them, soon whatever it
belonged to will be at the camp.
Picking
up signals from the motor’s direction, Alex sheathed his sword. He remained in
battle position though, just in case.
A
huge muddy green jeep leaped its way towards the camp, hitting tiny rocks and
bumps in the ground at high speed. The machine seemed to have lost its roof,
chains replaced its doors, mud covered its sides and front, one
of its headlights was missing. It’s wheels where huge, tearing at the earth and
sending sprays of it backwards in long rainbow showers.
At
the lower front seat sat two men;
At
the helm was a blond man with long hair tied in a ponytail and sunglasses
despite the night around them, a cigarette in his mouth and a slightly mucky
business shirt and pants. He was armed with two magnums, by his seat and the
passenger’s laid a bazooka almost as big as Victoria’s Harconen.
The
passenger’s seat was occupied by the man whose screams Death’s men picked up. A
French man with long wheat coloured hair tied neatly in a single long braid. He
wore beige coloured uniforms of a strange design and a wide Australian-styled
hat which he folded up above the side of his face where he wore an eye patch.
The French man was also armed, carrying a M5 in his lap.
Behind the two strangers, on the slightly higher back
seats, sat a cheerful Victoria and a cranky David. They seemed to have
taken a ride with the two men, despite the situation seeming more like a kidnap
then the friendly act it was.
The
jeep stormed into the camp and stopped inches from Alex who remained where he
was, glaring suspiciously at the two strangers.
The
blond driver lowered his sunglasses and winked at the ominous man before him.
Alex did not change his stance.
Victoria leaped down from the
jeep and yanked the French man from his seat into a tight hug, dragging him to
Alex like he was a kitten she found.
“Look!
This is Pip, he comes from my world, he was just
recruited when I was kidnapped. It feels like I haven’t seen him in ages!” she shrilled
and hugged the French man so tight his face became red.
“Now
police girl, remember I have ribz and you ‘ave vampire power ha ha ha”
“Eeek! I haven’t been called
‘police girl’ in ages!”
“Damn
crazy American driver” David climbed out of the jeep, sending powerful glares
at the shrugging blond slouched at the helm “I never liked Americans, damn dogs
do nothing but damage and rampage” he walked away to his tent, his tail between
his legs.
Alex
yanked the wide hat off Pip’s head and examined it “A Wild Goose eh? A good
bunch they were”
Victoria let go of her friend’s
neck on which she hung herself earlier “You know his company?....how
come Alex?”
A
violent shudder caught Death “Ah….err….where did you meet each other, where do
you come from Pip?”
“Us? We come from ze city of men a
few miles away from ‘ere”
“We
were on patrol when we came across this lovely young lady and her grumpy
friend” the blond at the helm finally spoke. His American accent was a heavy
southern one, oozing out between his lazily grinning lips.
Alex
walked towards the blond’s seat “On patrol means
you’re guarding your boarders, who from?”
“Women
mostly but also trespassers like you guys”
“Ei, shut
up stupid American, you ‘ave no right saying little
police girl ere is a trespasser”
“The
cutie ‘aint no trespasser, this armed-to-the-teeth
fellow right here sure is”
The
blond levelled a powerful stare with Alex.
Both
men seemed to be at equal power levels or equal confidence anyway. Death’s men
who watched them wondered if the blond, who appeared human, knew what he is
staring at so carelessly.
The
next moment the jeep burst into flames, trapping the blond in a ring of fire.
“Call
Victoria a ‘cutie’ one more time, make a
nasty remark about her ass or her chest again” David growled, standing on the
jeep’s hood, covered in flames “go on, I dare you”
“A-ah! No need to panic my young friend, I have
absolutely no intension for this lovely young lady” the flames began licking at
his long hair “I-I mean, Ms. Seras here, I am a married man and love my wife
and child more then life itself”
The
flames died down, leaving David unharmed on the hood. He leaped off of it and
tore Pip’s arm away from Victoria’s waist with enough
force to get the massage through.
Victoria wrapped her arms
around David and leaned her head on his chest, forgetting whatever horrid suspicion
she had about Alex’s knowledge of her world.
“Bernadette!
Claude! What are you doing?!” a powerful voice boomed behind the jeep.
Alex
pulled his sword out, entering battle position again.
Two
horse riders stepped into the camp slowly, surveying the people before them.
Both of them were blond and heavily built and both seemed very powerful.
One,
with shoulder length hair, wore heavy blue and green dragon themed armour and a
wide dark purple cape. His eyes were completely cold and emotionless as he
sized up the convoy’s men one by one.
The
second rider was immense, towering high on his horse with a powerful back, arms
and legs. His long straight hair fell beautifully on his back and the roman
styled white cape which hung from his fancy space age purple outfit. He wore
white gloves to his large palms and white boots which suited the strange v
shaped vest looking accessory above his suit.
The
second rider was scanning Alex intensely with fiery blue eyes which made Alex
dig his heels into the ground and move uneasily.
“Ah
Shogun-san and Iason, how nice of you to join us” the
American suddenly spoke in fluent Japanese, startling the onmyoujis and Kamui,
who realized he just walked out towards the new men in the camp.
“Ah
ha ha, we were on patrol sirz,
we really were” Pip mumbled “but, you see, we came across this lovely….err…a
friend of mine from my original world and we just ‘ad to stop and say ‘allo”
“Wow,
they made you commanders despite your handicap” David sniggered viciously.
“What
handicap?” the huge rider frowned.
“You’re
blond”
“Hey!
I’m blond” Victoria piped up angrily.
“In
my world being blond makes you superior then the rest” the immense commander
smiled back, half with charm and half scornfully.
“That
only makes us hate you more” Alex hissed at him, intensifying his battle aura.
He was so heated up for battle his eyes began changing colour to turquoise.
The
huge blond turned his eyes back to the bristling Death “Your hair is black but
your eyes are the purest green, hmmm. I like mongrels, especially those with
attitude”
It
only made Alex more edgy and defensive. It seemed the innuendo in the blond’s voice made him neurotic and giddy.
Subaru
remembered the incident in the pirate’s camp and shuddered, worried about his
Death.
Two
slender palms landed on Alex’s tense shoulders “Boys, no need to hiss at each
other. The noble man from my nation here” Lestate gestured to Pip “is familiar
with the English twat, she belongs to us and not to the Anthrax land if this is
what you’re thinking. There’s no harm in our convoy, handsome gentlemen, so
please lower your guards…all of you” he was referring to Alex as well.
The
armour drabbed blond frowned, turning to Alex “You are the convoy who robbed
the women of half of their stock?”
“We
are that exactly, have you heard of us then?” Lestate smiled brightly.
“Our
king gave us order to invite you to our city might we come across you in our
patrols”
“What for?” Alex spat, still glaring fire at
the huge blond who smirked back at him with a condescending, dominating icy
stare.
“Our
king wishes to congratulate you for your breaking of the queen’s spirit and
your amazing campaign in the land of Anthrax. He assumes you’ve
travelled for a few days between our two cities and might be in need of a rest
our city is more then willing to provide.
“Our
king also invites you to take whatever we have to offer as supplies for your
city in need”
“He
does, does he? Well….we just might do that. The night is still young I suppose,
how far away is your city?”
“Half
an hour’ ride in average speed” the armoured blond answered.
“You’re
more then welcomed to our city” the second blond smirked.
“I
see you’re keen on loosing your….”
“Let’s
ride there then!” Lestate cut through Alex’s threat, rushing off to shepherd
the convoy into their tents to pack up and mount their horses.
Alex
did not change his stance or moved away until the bigger blond turned his horse
and rode back to the city. Pip, the jeep’s driver and the armour drabbed blond
will guide them to the city.
“So,
the Light Side took in people from Victoria’s side as vell” Will mumbled, staring at Pip “ven
I vas taken I vas just leaving a briefing about ze Vild Gees”
“Will”
Kamui’s voice was stern and cold.
The
werewolf whimpered.
“Come
on, we need to get ready for another ride” Kamui walked into his tent.
He
was nervous because of something and he didn’t know what it was. There was a
hovering tension in his mind which he did not sense since he was in his
original world. There was something here from back there, something from the Battle’s forces, but what?
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The
City of Men was a lump of carved iron
sticking out on a high heel behind which a huge mine spread for miles away. The
city walls were hard rocks covered by large iron shields, huge vicious looking
iron spears poking between the shields at its bottom. Higher up the walls were
long thin crack from which barrels of rifles poked out where guards armed posts
all along the city’s front. Four watch towers loomed above the city, another
two towers stood at each side of a large golden hall atop another, smaller hill
in the navel of the city.
“Do
you really need such heavy protection from Anthrax?” Alex turned to the
armoured blond riding next to him. He was a lot calmer now since the harassing
second blond rode forward before them and left him alone and without those burning
eyes of him.
“Actually
we were only practicing our ability to manufacture weaponry and defensive
equipment. The land of Anthrax rarely ever sends out anything violent and when
they do they always send a delegation to warn us to not repeat what were we
doing which enraged them” the man’s blue earrings glittered in the young moon’s
light.
“And
what do you do to enrage them?”
“We
try to steal their agricultural secrets. We have our own mouths to feed, which
our workers are a little less able to provide. We are all craftsmen and
swordsmen, not farmers. Then again, we have no choice if we wish to feed on
anything but bread and hunting meat”
“Say,
how do you know Japanese so well?” Subaru asked the driver in the jeep by which
he rode. Victoria and David were sitting in its back seat again, their horses
tied to its back and marching along to the vehicle’s slowed speed.
“I
was a producer of a Japanese singer back in the US for a while, and then
I was a producer for a Japanese band just before I was taken to this place”
“I
see….”
“You’re
gay aren’t you?”
Subaru
choked and turned to a nice shade of red.
Seishiro
chuckled.
“I
can tell, you see, the singer in my band was like that. Guess you kinda develop a sixth sense about those things after a long
enough while of working with you people”
Subaru
chose to ignore the man for the rest of the ride.
Lestate
was deep in a passionate French conversation with Pip.
The
huge heavy city doors opened towards them, letting them in a thick tunnel cutting
through the walls of the fortified settlement.
The
City of Men was a lot like Anthrax’s palace
city; filled to the brim with people of only one gender busy in recreational
activities after a long day of work. Only here there were more beer stands then
fabric shops, more merrily singing drunks and lowly brawling men then lightly
chatting citizens. A faint scent of musky sweat and urine hung in the city’s
streets.
“Christ,
everything’s so dirty and beery here. What a mess, typical for a place brimful
of men” Victoria sighed “you need a women to help
you get your act together people”
The
men she rode past eyed her with mixed hunger and suspicion.
David
wrapped his arm tightly around her, bending a little above her as he glared at
every man looking towards the vampire.
“Are
you jealous David?” she chirped at him, a charming blush tainting her cheeks.
“No,
I just don’t want what happened the last time we were in a settlement of men to
happen again”
She
blinked at him and, blushing even more, leaned into him until she was
practically sitting in his lap.
The
large golden hall they were riding towards was not built on the ground as it
seemed at first; it was emerging out of a lump of an iron-covered building
resembling a long barrack, an immense house.
They
climbed off their horses and walked into the building through a guarded door,
right into a cosy warm environment of multiple living rooms with burning fire
places and scattered dining halls.
“These
are our barracks, where the men of this city live. Above us is the palace
itself where the king lives. He spends most of his time here amongst us though,
the strange monarch that he is” the commander guided them down winding
corridors from which sleeping rooms, dining rooms and armouries opened to.
The
walls were a dark muddy yellow, the floor was wood or
dark red clay. Furniture’s were tattered and worn. Used food utilities were
scattered everywhere, filthy and forgotten. Some of the walls were decorated by
maps, some by pornographic drawings and some by animal skins.
“Why
‘barracks’ and not ‘home’?” Kamui dared to speak for the first time “I mean
you’re not really at war here, are you?”
The
blond turned to him and shrugged “The men seem to like calling it this way”
“Tssk, trust a bunch of testosterone-infested males to get a
kick out of defining everything in army lingo” Lestate sighed.
Victoria sniggered.
“There’s
nothing wrong with testosterone-infested men, as log as they take it out the
right way without harming anyone” Alex winked at her, smirking.
“We
have men here who speak like you” the blond said monotonously “if you wish,
their quarters are that way” he pointed at a corridor to his left.
“Why
are they in a different quarter of the barracks?”
“…..No
idea, they just settled there on their own. Sometimes they move out to live
with one of the men, sometimes someone moves in with them”
“And
you’re okay with it?”
The
blond shrugged “We have no choice; they refuse to live with the women.
Sometimes someone new runs away to Anthrax, but then runs right back here,
frightened”
The
convoy blinked at him.
Seishiro
burst into laughter “Rabid yaoi fangirls
are a bitch aren’t they” he managed to say through giggles.
Alex
and the Japanese convoy men burst into laughter as well, making the jeep driver
sigh and slam his palm to his forehead.
Victoria planted herself at the
entrance to a large room, ogling at what’s inside “Master!”
Alex
shot to her side, staring into the room with miserable, sad eyes.
Inside
sat a man in fabulous dark red armour. His face was narrow and place, his large
red eyes slightly bulgy and large. His long flowing black
hair falling down the back of his chair smoothly. He had a long black moustache
which he twirled around his forefinger playfully. He was surveying a map laid
before him on a table, a map a young armoured man by his side was explaining
him about.
“Alucard….it’s
Alucard….before Hellsing got him….” Alex mumbled mindlessly, grabbing Victoria’s attention.
“You….you
mean it’s not my master?”
“No
Victoria, this Alucard is free. He is also
a lot weaker then your master was….”
“Ah,
that is Prince Dracula, a handful to feed but a brilliant commander. He is
particularly good with new recruits” the blond commented.
“He
is, is he…” Alex sighed, his eyes still immensely sad.
“Alex…”
Victoria reached over for Death just when
the man was grabbed from behind by a vigorous youth.
“Daddy! Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!”
a slim young man with long brown curls down to his shoulders crowned by
intertwined branches of fresh flowers, wearing a white roman toga and sandals,
hung himself on Alex’s neck as he bounced up and down merrily.
The
convoy ogled at Alex in shock.
Slowly,
shakily, Alex turned around while peeling off the arms around him and holding
them carefully in his hands “A-Andy?”
“Daddy!”
“Alex?....You have a son?” Subaru exhaled, putting to words what
was running wild in everyone’s minds.
Alex
grabbed the young man by his shoulders, shaking him slightly “What are you
doing here Andy?! How did you get here?”
“I
dropped in here right after you daddy. It was a bit scary at first but I’m okay
now. This place is groovy daddy, I’m having a ball” he giggled back, beaming
brightly at the grave taller man looming over him.
“A-are
you safe here?”
“Safe daddy? Oh, yeah, tee hee.
If anyone wants something from me I get along with it, I’m okay if that’s what
you’re worried about daddy”
“This
is your son Alex? You….you never told me you had a child” Kamui heard
himself say out loud enough to be heard by Death, immediately regretting it.
Alex
stared at him, dazed.
Kamui
looked away shyly.
“What
are you doing here Andy? This is no place for a flower power child like you”
“I’m
a love consultant!” the young man chirped, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“A what now?”
“Do
you remember riding through a seemingly empty village on your way here from the
land of Anthrax?”
Alex
nodded, still frowning and anxious.
“Well…sometimes…..when
the men are hungry and so are the women….they go out and meet in that village….and
I’m there to help them find each other”
“You’re
acting as Love on Earth” Alex whispered, eyeing the youth amazed.
“Oh
no daddy, not like uncle Alexander was, I’m
just…..helpful that’s all”
“There’s
something….heavy about him when you look at him standing by that boy you know”
Subaru whispered to Kamui. Both were mesmerized by the strange sight before
them.
“Yes…like
the child is….uh…it sound ridiculous but that boy seems to be sucking the light
out of Alex, like he’s taking something from him”
“Leaving
Alex all cold and hard….what a strange pair”
“Ah
daddy look, this is my helper; Kodu-kun” Andrew
pushed a young man who stood behind him all this long, staring at Alex
suspiciously.
“H-hey,
how you doing mister Andrew’s father….” The young man mumbled,
nervously shifting weight from one leg to another “I never imagined your dad
would be such a….well….warlike thing” he whispered to Andrew.
The
cheerful young man blinked at his father “Yeah, I guess he is kinda heavy and all, but he’s a neat dad too” he threw his
arms around Alex again.
Awkwardly,
Alex wrapped his arms around the youth. He didn’t like the position this put
him before his men. Subaru and Kamui were already staring at him funny.
“The
king asked me to bring you directly to him when we come across you, we’ve
already delayed enough” the armoured blond suddenly made his presence known.
“Ah
yes…err, Andy, daddy has something very important to do now so please stay here
okay?”
“You
haven’t seen your son since you was taken from your home world and that’s all
the time you’re willing to give him?!” Subaru suddenly burst.
“Ah,
Subaru-kun, I think you shouldn’t….” Seishiro placed a calming arm on his
lover’s shoulders.
“I
will keep you entertained young man” Lestate wrapped an arm around Andrew’s
waist, dragging the young man down the corridor belonging to the city’s gay
community.
Alex
shot Lestate a grateful look behind his shoulder. He then turned around and
followed the blond commander.
Understanding
the meeting is meant for their leader, the convoy followed Pip and his comrade
to the reserve accommodations where they’ll spend the rest of the night.
Walking
at the end of the group, Kamui couldn’t help peeking into every room they
walked past, looking for what was now fully bothering him; that nagging,
itching sensation at the back of his mind. Something was here, but what? And
why was he feeling so nervous?
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Alex
entered the golden chamber of the king’s throne.
The
walls were thick wood carved as emerging men of war, strong robust horses and
ample women of great beauty. Between the carvings, long velvet drapes hung in
dark green Lestate was bound to be enchanted by for years on end. Walking past
the draperies, Alex made a mental note to himself to tell his vampire of the
hall.
“Ah,
the great captain enters” Alex heard a man’s voice call him from the end of the
hall where a modest wood and gold throne stood.
On
it sat a man in his early fifties, his golden locks grabbed forcefully by white
hairs, curling down to his shoulders. His short beard had long lost its yellow
taint, fading into old age’s white. His face was not quite wrinkled as much as
it was marked by ages of worry and care, as soft lines carved through his brow.
His cheeks bore the slight wrinkles of a man who laughed a lot and shouted a
lot, his lips hid under his beard.
His
eyes were intense green, seeing right into the man walking towards him. They
bore an amazing resemblance to Lion’s soft fatherly eyes, also capable of
firing up in anger and action.
He
sat leaning to his side, the kind of posture which indicated his back was
perhaps sore or cramped. His fingers groped at the throne’s armchairs nervously
seeking something to do with them. Under his dark green tunic a suit of scales
armour was obviously glittering gold, as were his boots.
The
king sized Alex up thoughtfully.
As
soon as the man’s appearance became completely clear to him Alex stopped
immediately, letting the hilt of his sword go. He couldn’t help the strange
sensation of attraction to the man before him, a strange magnetism.
“Please
don’t refer to me as a captain, nor as a leader, commander or anything of the
sort. I’m none of those”
“What
are you then?” the king’s voice was soft and deep, the strength of a well
experienced monarch obvious in his talk, so used to speeches and proper
manners.
“I’m
me”
“You
are our love counsellor’s father, so I heard. I must say I’m surprised by the
both of you”
“Oh?”
The
king shifted position to a more upright one “I would’ve never imagined Andrew
had sprung up from you. And I would’ve never imagined a man your age was a
father, nor that a man of your stature bore that
particular child”
Alex
opened his mouth to speak, but shut it again. The king’s eyes made him dizzy.
“You
taught that child to love the way he does?”
“….You
knew his love?”
The
kind chuckled nervously “Well, we all fall for his charm once in a while”
“Not
all at once and not too forcefully I hope”
“Oh
no,” the king waved his hand dismissingly “no one here, as rough and lustful as
they may be, can find the dare in them to harm the boy”
“I
wish we’d change the subject”
“I
can imagine you would, it is always an awkward subject for parents to speak of”
“I
can’t say I’m that much of a parent….never was really, so I think”
“Indeed
it seemed you’re not the one who raised him. If you would he would know how to
hold a sword, how to fight”
“I
had another child whom I taught all those things” Alex bowed his head, lowering
his tone as well.
“And….”
“I’ve
already requested that we’d change the subject”
“Right”
the king pushed himself off his throne with a long moan of an old man “I was
about to congratulate you on your achievements in the fields of Anthrax. Of how
you managed to subdue that stubborn queen I am still at a loss of ideas”
“I
did a lot of snarling and growling”
The
king burst out laughing, patting Alex’s back powerfully.
Alex
shuddered and turned his face away; hiding the fact he was blushing. What was
wrong with him?!
The
king rubbed his chin thoughtfully “And it worked, so, congratulations.
Now if only I had what you had to point at their throats and force the same
thing out of them”
“I
really wish you wouldn’t do that, the women worked very hard to achieve what
they did and unless you do the same you don’t deserve a grain of what they
earned”
The
king stared at Alex intensely, frowning to try and understand where that
particular remark came from “Whatever do you mean man?”
“I
mean….work hard for your food and you’ll deserve it, steal it away and it’ll
turn into poison”
“Hmm”
the king walked away from Alex, towards a corridor to the left of them, his
hands gathered behind his back thoughtfully.
“There
was something I was about to offer to you, but you seem to want to sting me
instead of bow before me”
“Bow before you?!” Death hissed “Whatever made you
think I’d do that?!”
The
king turned sharply to Alex “Because I am humbly giving you accommodations for
the night, that’s why, and I am about to offer you whatever my city can donate
to yours”
“If
you will not ‘donate’ it then I will do a lot of snarling and growling
to make you give it anyway” Alex sharpened his glare, toughening his
stance.
The
king stared at him for a long time “I see you are as Iason
described you; an underdog whoose grown to be a great
commander”
“I
am no commander, I’ve told you already”
“Suit
yourself” the king turned his back to Alex and resumed his decent down the
corridor. He turned to Alex again “come with me then, see what my city has to
offer”
Alex
took a deep breath and followed the king, keeping a safe distance from the
other man.
The
king knew many wars, killed many men, he is a Man of Death in many senses. This
would explain the strange magnetism Alex was feeling for him at the moment.
That did not serve to make Alex any less nervous about the king.
They
entered a huge hall, bigger then the king’s throne chamber even, filled to the
brim with various weapons of iron and gold.
Spears
of various lengths hung down from the walls, swords of many designs and styles
were held by manikins wearing matching armours, shields hung from the upper
parts of walls, a herd of stuffed horses stood in various positions, modelling
armours suited for the beasts.
Then
the hall changed its theme near its end, turning into quite an impressive armoury
of fire weapons. Alex identified an amazing variety of rifles and guns,
revolvers and muskets from many different worlds and many different styles.
“W-where
did you gather all this from?” Death gaped, feeling the objects’ deadly power enhancing
his into buzzing new levels.
“From
the minds of my men” the king answered, tapping his finger on his left temple
“and from our mine’s ground, rich with materials fit for the building of these
things”
“You
want to tell me you’re surrounded by lands rich with metals and minerals specifically
used to build weapons?!”
“I
know” the king laughed “it surprised me as well. It seems almost as if we were
all dropped here for this very purpose.” he shrugged “Who understands the heart
of this strange world”
“Who indeed?” Alex mumbled, musing as he scanned
the huge hall’s collection “But wars are bad, wars are evil. Wars corrupt the
human heart and soul, twists the brain into suffering and agony or bends it
over the hurt and suffering of others…..”
“I
see you’ve been to many wars” the king’s voice came from directly behind Alex
now, right by his ear.
Alex
turned his head to meet the king’s inches from the others’. Their lips met a
second later.
The
air buzzed in his head, swirled and gushed like a storm at sea. He was being
pulled and pushed at the same time, pushing and pulling as well.
Something
was wrong with this, something was not right and it was not just the fact that
he wouldn’t do it unless this place reeked of death bearing.
Kamui
was in this city, sitting in his new room alone or with Will. What was Kamui
doing now, while he was playing around with some Man of Death that’s a complete
stranger to him?
He
tore himself off the king, who was still holding his shoulders softly. He
blinked away the fog of heat and need “I-I’ll get back to you about what my
City needs of you….I-I’ll talk to you later, I-I have v-vampires to feed a-and
my people to see through…..A-Andy must be wondering where I am….”
And
with that Alex turned around and practically fled the hall, leaving the king
mouthing behind him.
**********************
Alex
stormed through the corridors back to where his men were, thoughts equally
storming in his mind. What was he doing?! What is he doing?!
It’s
the same mistake he did with Seishiro when he was kidnapped; following his destiny
to attach himself to Creatures and Men of Death. It never ended well. Someone
was always in pain; someone was always hurt because, in the end, he always bore
Kamui deep within his heart.
It
will never work as long as his love for Kamui’ was there, someone always gets
hurt….
“Alex”
Death
stopped.
Victoria took a step out of the
room where she stayed, where David and her had a bit
of a private moment when curiosity and a nagging suspicion woke the vampire
into action.
“Alex,
you knew my master, didn’t you? You’ve met him; you’ve been to my world. Where?
When? I don’t remember you coming to our world….was it before I was taken into
Hellsing?”
His
head bowed, his voice low and grave, tightening his palms into fists, Alex
sighed “No, I came to your world after you’ve left”
Victoria shuddered “Come into
my room” she pulled him by the arm, dragged him to a chair in her room, sat him
down and pleaded David to leave them alone.
Feeling
she needed someone to be there when it’s over, David hovered by the door,
listening to what’s happening inside.
“Tell
me, when did you come to my world? When did you meet my master?”
“What are you? Death? I’ve never met
him….although….ah, but you’re here and alive are you not? So let us speak, my
charming little Death”
Alex
cringed, the voice in his mind physically hurting him. “I was looking for
Kamui, travelling between worlds to find his home dimension where the Doctor’s
machine took him…and I came into your world…..”
Victoria sat on a chair by
Alex’s, her blood-tainted eyes intense and glowing in the moonlight coming
through the window. “And…..”
“I
met your master in a subway train where he was engaged in a fight with a
catholic maniac, the one whose hits you bare”
The
vampire gasped, reaching for her throat and a thin scar at its front.
“I
stopped the maniac and killed him. Then I spoke to your master and he told me
about your organization. I was enraged; how could humans control vampires like
they were puppets?! How could humans imprison vampires immensely stronger then
them?!....”
“I am the bird of Hermes; I ate my wings to make me tame”
“And….”
Victoria urged Alex as she noted he was
zoning out on her.
“And
I came face to face with Integra…I told her I’m going to destroy Hellsing if
they won’t stop hunting vampires, if they won’t release your master of his
curse
“And
I was just about to leave, but then she showed me the chip….”
“The
Freak chip” Victoria gasped “and then what
happened?”
“I
recognised the marking on it and filled with such rage that I couldn’t remember
where I came from or what I was doing before I got to your world. All I could
see was vengeance and death to those who tormented me.
“You
see, I could sense a bit of myself in those chips; they….they imprisoned the me of that world back in the war and they tore me apart
into tiny particles to turn humans into vampires and ghouls. I wanted to annihilate
the group who killed me so much, I forgot about Kamui completely”
Which
wasn’t all true, it was Victoria’s master that made him
forget as well, just like the king did not half an hour ago.
“Say your prayers little one. Don’t forget, my son, to include
everyone”
“You look creepy sneaking up to someone while saying that”
“Ho? And why is that? Because I’m a big bad
vampire?”
“Nah, you don’t scare me, it’s just what you were saying and the way
you were saying it with that fire in your eyes”
“Ah, my cute little Death. I hunger”
“Here, bite my throa…ah….”
Alex
shook himself violently, noting Victoria’s eyes were burning
with misery and hope.
“When
I returned from my quest…..Integra had found my TARDIS and….well, she managed
to imprison me with equipment she had in her world….she wanted me to become a
part of Hellsing and fight my own children of the night…..which I completely
rejected and refused to do…..because I was reminded of Kamui and I realized I
couldn’t stay”
“You’re so young, Death, and so full of hopes. You’ll change, you’ll
see. Old age does that to you”
The powerful vampire looked away from his Death his chains. “If you
wish to survive your power’s long life you must change. You’ll find that,
whatever you’ve been once, you’ll become the complete opposite of. You’ll be a
bird of Hermes like me one day. You’ll be a monster and not a hero one day. You’ll
see”
“Alucard….I’m so sorry….I forgot….”
Tears
of blood dripped down his cheeks. Alex shut his eyes and burst into silent
whimpers “She made me fight your master; if I win I’ll get my TARDIS and be
free to search Kamui again and if I’ll lose….she’ll have me as her slave, just
like Alucard”
Victoria
edged forward on her seat, that horrid feeling growing sour and ice cold at the
shallow of her stomach “And…..”
Alex
leaned his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands “To win…I had to
kill your master”
Victoria gasped, clawing at her
seat’s armchairs powerfully as if awaiting the blow.
“This ’Kamui’…..he’s in your blood, I’ve seen him, I’ve looked into
his eyes and saw you….he seems….to be able to make you happy.
“Death, I’ve seen how you fought them, you were avenging your endless
pain…..it’s a pain you deserve to heal….and this ‘Kamui’…he will make you
happy…..and so…..
“I forgive you….”
“I’m so sorry…..Alucard”
Alex
shook the chair he was sitting on; he was sobbing violently as he told the end
of the story to the vampire before him.
By
the end of it Victoria was in tears as well.
She was not as sorrowful as Alex was, she was not
gaping in pain, throbbing with her own betrayal as her new master.
She
was aflame with rage. She shot to her feet and vanished through the wall of her
room, dripping blood tears on the floor on her path.
She
burst into Kamui’s room, her aura lashing out
dangerously.
Will
hit her so hard she flailed and sunk into the wall behind her (which belonged
to the onmyoujis, who were just interrupted during a rather private session).
When
she came back she found the werewolf was grabbed tightly from behind and
restrained by Kamui.
“Don’t
attack her Will, she’s far more powerful then you.”
Kamui spoke softly into his doppelganger’s ears “If she has something against
me then I probably deserves it. And since I deserve it there’s no reason for
you to defend me from it”
He
let Will go and stepped forward to face the panting vampire.
Victoria’s eyes were crazed as
they burned into Kamui’s, glowing red with anger now
rather then the night’s influence on her vampire body.
“When
he travelled to save your sorry little ungrateful ass he came across my
master….in order to get to you he had to kill my master…..BECAUSE OF YOU,
YOU LITTLE BITCH!”
Kamui
closed his eyes through the scream and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes
again, calm and controlled, he spoke back “I didn’t tell Alex to do that”
“Yes
you did, you filthy little slag, you told him to come and get you! You lied in
his face and told him you loved him!”
“I
was still unaware of the nature of my love to Alex, and I was completely
convinced that I really loved him”
“No,
bitch, you lied to him because he could save you and you were in danger, so you
lied to him!”
Kamui
gasped. She got it right on the money, hitting his deepest most shameful
secret.
Tears
came flooding out in crystal rivulets “I….I didn’t ask for his love! I
didn’t want him to love me in the first place!”
“Bullshit!
You seduced him, you cheap slag!”
Kamui
collapsed on the nearby sofa, burying his face in his arm “I didn’t! I didn’t!
I didn’t think it’d grow so bad, I didn’t think it’d twist like that….I didn’t
know what I was playing with…..I didn’t ask for him to love me like that” he burst into such a miserable fit of sobs he
knocked both Will and Victoria into shock.
The
vampire blinked, fighting to make put some sense into all this new information
bombarding her in one miserable night.
“Well”
she huffed “well…..then….stop….stop playing with him already, because you see
what he’ll do for you” her voice was levelled now and calm, despite the tears
choking it.
Kamui
raised his wet face to her, sobbing “I will, I am….I’ve learnt my lesson….I
know what I’ve done is wrong”
“Then…..then
stay away from him, stay away from me as well; I can’t stand the face of
you…..” she shot back into the wall (thus scaring the onmyoujis just when they
began resuming that session fully).
*******************
When
she burst back into her room she found it was empty.
Then
she blinked the blurring tears away and noticed David standing in the shadows,
hunched and anxious.
She
burst into his arms, sobbing hysterically again.
As
soon as she calmed down again David let her go a little “Alex left something
for you, well, a bunch of somethings actually”
She
turned around to where David pointed at a table and a bundle sitting atop it in
the dark. She walked towards the table and examined the bundle.
Her
master’s clothing! His burning red coat, his wide brimmed hat,
his gloves, the boots, the Victorian suit, the red tie.
His
Cassull lay at the bottom of the bundle. Victoria cradled it as if it
was a kitten, dripping blood tears on it and endlessly wiping them away as
caresses the deadly weapon’s body.
David
wrapped his arms around her but she shrugged them off. “I-I have to change for
a moment….can you leave?....do you want to stay?”
David
shrugged “It wouldn’t matter to me”
She
blinked at that comment and, testing him, began unbuttoning her shirt.
David
remained unchanged, blinking at her carelessly.
She
removed her shirt and slipped off her skirt.
The
undertaker remained unchanged.
She
stood before him in her bra and underwear, the moonlight caressing her curved
figure.
The
fire keeper did not change.
Blinking
back the shock, frowning.
Hoping
to forget the newly discovered problem, she began putting on her master’s
items. She changed the leather body suit to a figure-hugging short black dress
with too little of a skirt and too much of a neckline.
David
walked back towards a chair and resumed his observation from there.
Frustrated,
Victoria tied the flaming red tie to her
throat where it decorated her slender neck magnificently. Her boyfriend did not
seem to register the change.
She
threw the heavy coat onto herself and ran her hands up the sleeves. They were
too wide for her and a little too long but she didn’t care; it only served to
symbolize her mourning burden even more.
She
slipped the boots on and changed their soles to fit her tiny feet. Then she
slipped the gun sling onto her side and placed the immense, heavy gun into it. She
put her master’s gloves on, and then put the hat on.
She
stepped before the mirror in her room. She laughed bitterly; she forgot she
couldn’t see her own reflection in a mirror. She walked up to David.
“How
do I look?”
David
scanned her up and down thoughtfully “You look tough and strong. Why are you
crying?”
“This
is my master’s outfit….”
“I
know”
“He’s
dead now….”
“I
heard”
“And
you wonder why I cry?!”
“I
am beyond the ability to cry for the dead”
Victoria choked a sob “Then….at
least hold me while I cry”
“Always and forever”. he held her.
************************
“Daddy’s
avoiding me” Andrew swirled the wine in his cup lazily, observing the cup’s
gold twinkle in the candlelight.
Lestate,
sprawled on a large soft sofa in the young man’s room, observed the strange boy
carefully “Well, he does seem out of place by your side, and I apologise if I’m
hurting you while saying it”
Andrew
smiled softly “You’re not hurting me; I know he’s out of place around me. I
know why he’s avoiding me as well.
“You
see” he straightened his back, sitting up in his chair after leaning on the
nearby table “I am made of my father’s loving ability and his need of love. When I’m there by his side he’s incapable of loving
as powerfully and as greatly as he does usually, he weakens. He doesn’t like
the way I make him cold and numb like that”
“Your
father’s love powers are that great?”
“Not
great, simply essential to him. He is addicted to love you see, he needs it
like air, like food, like energy. When I’m near him…I bite into his very
core….so he avoids me”
“But
you’ve lived with your father before, yes? How did you get along then?”
“Back
then he was with someone who gave him love, so he had it coming to him naturally,
but now….now he receives love from no one and the gape only makes him more
painful”
Andrew
frowned suddenly, his eyes losing their focus. He gazed off past the window
above Lestate, into the night outside and beyond “Daddy’s changed Lestate, why
is that?”
“He
was fooled by a very beautiful young man whom he loves more then his own life
and his own creatures”
“That’s
not good”
“You’re
correct, my beautiful friend’s beautiful boy, you’re very much correct”
“I
don’t want to meet my daddy here anymore, it’ll only cause him more pain” tears
rolled down the young man’s soft full cheeks “I want him to be happy”
“You
and me both my friend, you and me both”
The
young man cast his eyes at the vampire at his side “You’ll keep him safe
Lestate? You’ll keep him from falling down, from hurting himself, will you?”
“I’m
afraid I can’t do that my boy. Your father is beyond repair when it comes to
that wretched little brat; he is chained and cuffed.
“He’s
on a leash, and when he chooses to yank on it and fall there will not be a
thing in the world I could do to save him; I’m far too weak to save him”
“Then
who will save him?” the boy whimpered.
“His
enemies will, they have to”
Lestate
caught a glimpse of a man walking past Andrew’s door and for a moment his heart
skipped a beat when he noticed it was Alex, who might have listened to their
conversation.
But
it wasn’t Alex; it only looked like Alex….damn, that
young man looked like Alex….
******************
Kamui
lay sprawled on the sofa where he cast himself after Victoria burst through the
wall. He was staring at the dark red floor, musing silently. Will sat on the floor by his feet, looking up to his master.
The
werewolf turned his face to the door when he saw a strange looking young man
walking into the room, shutting the door silently behind him.
The
young man looked vaguely familiar to him, something about his wheat coloured
hair and his tightly shut mouth, those ever-exhausted intense eyes….who did he
resemble?
“Fuma?!” Kamui leaped to his feet, rushing
straight into the young man’s arms.
Will
cocked his head curiously. He never met Fuma but from what Kamui told him he’d
expect Fuma to look more like Alex. The young man caressing Kamui so vigorously
did not look anything like Alex.
“Kamui….”
“Will
this is Fuma” his master turned to him, his eyes now running with tears of joy,
his hands shaking violently, his voice high pitched with excitement “he managed
to somehow sneak all the way up here…oh my god Fuma!!!!”
“Shhhh!” the young man clamped his hand on Kamui’s mouth “Do you want that damned monster to hear
us?!”
Kamui’s eyes widened. He removed the hand gently from his
mouth and threw his arms violently around the young man, leaning forward to
catch the man’s lips.
The
man backed away “Not now Kamui, for god’s sake, we have to run away now not
fool around!”
“Right! You’re right! Come on Will, we’re running away!”
Kamui chirped, clapping his hands enthusiastically “What’s wrong with you Will?
Will?!”
Will
was snarling at the young man, the hairs on his back bristled, making his shirt
draw back and cling to his chest “This isn’t Fuma Kamui….I don’t know who this
is but it’s not Fuma”
“What?! Don’t be ridiculous, I know Fuma when I see him
and this is Fuma!”
“Kamui!”
the young man barked “If the stupid dog wishes to stay here let him, just come
with me already before we’ll get caught” he grabbed Kamui violently by the arm,
yanking the boy to him.
Will
was between his master and the young man in fragments of a second, his teeth
sunk into the offending arm’s flesh, his growing claws scratching at the
invader’s chest.
Then
he recognised the young man….the face he was glaring into so far cleared before
him suddenly, as if a veil of fog vaporised away from the face.
Those
soft kind eyes, the only eyes ever to look at him with unconditional love pure
from blame and anger, the eyes who watched him grow and protected him from
those who offended him since puppyhood. The eyes whose
meaningful stares replaced the man’s forced silence, the eyes he loved so
dearly, more then anything and anyone else in his life.
His
mouth was not filled with bloody arm flesh anymore, it was gaping at the man
before him “C-Captain…..!”
Kamui
frowned at the bewildered werewolf and Fuma; what was going on?! Will was
behaving as if he knew Fuma, but a moment ago he was aggressive towards him as
if Fuma was the enemy. What the?!
It
looks as if whatever Fuma did, he somehow disarmed Will by showing him
something. A mask, a mask of someone Will missed,
someone Will….
Someone Will wanted to see more then anyone
else!!!
Kamui
knew exactly who could wield that chameleon ability; the Dragon!
The
violent electric blow of horror raked through Kamui’s
body with icy showers down his spine. The Dragon was here, in his room. The
Dragon just disarmed his Will, his only line of defence since Alex isn’t
here.
Alex!
Kamui
tore the door open, bursting out to the hall outside his room, running in panic
“HELP ME! HELP ME! THE DRAGON! IT’S HERE!”
The
Dragon grabbed him by the throat a second later, choking his plea into silence.
A
white shiki slashed through the Dragon’s arm, opening a nasty deep gush a
little under the bite mark Will left there.
A
shower of vicious white spinning ofuda rained on the Dragon, knocking him away
from Kamui and slamming him against the wall, covering him with a thousand
little cuts.
Subaru
placed himself before Kamui, ofuda fanned in each palm, his eyes burning green.
“Help
me…..” Kamui whimpered behind the light onmyouji, his hysteria yanking high
pitched whimpers from his mouth “Help me!”. He was
never quite so petrified, not since his little trick on Alex backfired on him.
The
Dragon sent an explosion through the pack of shiki, blowing the two men before
him away and slamming them into the nearby wall. He stood there victorious for
a while before his scalp was carved into by the claws of a gigantic hawk bearing
Seishiro’s inverted pentacle.
The
black hawk spun in the air and prepared for another attack when a ball of
energy blew it into shreds, sending Seishiro to the ground with throbbing magic
backlash.
The
Dragon took a step forward and found he was surrounded by violently storming
flames, hissing and snarling as they reached out to his limbs.
Through
the blinding heat Alex stepped up, placing his sword at the Dragon’s neck like
he did once upon a time in a world far, far away.
“Dragon”
Death hissed, his eyes glowing turquoise “I see you never learned when to quit”
The
Dragon snarled, blinking away the blood seeping into his eyes from the wounds
in his head.
A
moment later the wounded head fell to the floor, detached from its body.
The
ring of fire died down. David walked away from the hall and back to Victoria’s room.
Subaru
cast himself onto Seishiro, whimpering begs for his lover to regain consciousness.
As
soon as Seishiro opened his eyes again and smiled up to Subaru, the younger man
barked at him “Why did you do that?! Why did you attack him so powerfully when
you knew he could beat you and that the sakanagi
would rip you apart?!”
“Shhh Subaru-kun, I’m all right now, I’m fine” he hissed as
he climbed to his feet again, aided by Subaru and Alex who began tending his
wounds “Besides, I hit him so hard because he hit you hard…..it’s a new
instinct of mine”
Subaru
threw his arms around Seishiro and caught the man’s lips with a passionate
kiss.
“Ah,
well, three’s a crowd you know.” Pulling away from Seishiro violently, Alex
turned to Kamui “Are you alright Kamui? Are you hurt?”
Kamui
fainted. A moment later he was awake again and shaking so hard Alex had to grab
him powerfully to help him stand upright as they walked back to the youth’s
room. “I’m fine I guess…..I was just frightened out of my wits….the Dragon….what’s
it doing here?!”
“My
theory is that he was taken to the Light Side when we were taken to the Dark
Side, right after I demolished him”
Kamui
pulled away from Death and bent over the toilet seat in his room, letting his
dinner go from the blow of the shock.
When
he was finished Alex handed his a glass of water, which he gulped down
hungrily. Kamui wiped at his mouth and looked around nervously “Damn this
stupid dimension! Damn it and its all powerful healing abilities! Damn it to
hell!”
“Shhhh” Alex was pulling Kamui to his lap, rubbing his
fingers through the silky raven locks.
Kamui
squirmed away powerfully “I shouldn’t do that; I need to learn to recover
things on my own. Go away, now…..please” he climbed to his feet and stormed
into his room, shaking Will violently out of his daze.
Alex
disappeared from the room, his head heavy with thoughts.
******************
“Will!”
Kamui shook his bewildered werewolf violently “Will! Snap out of it god damn
you!”
Slowly,
Will turned his dreamy eyes to his master.
Kamui
grabbed the youth’s broken arm and yanked at it violently until Will whimpered
out powerfully.
“Will!
Whoever you saw in the Dragon it was from your home world wasn’t it?”
Will
nodded, growing a powerful blush.
“Do
you miss that person? The group he belonged to?!”
Will
welled up in tears “I might not miss the group he
belonged to but I haf the right to miss zat person….” He burst into a sob, covering his face with
his healthy hand.
Kamui
grabbed that hand and removed it, forcing Will to look him in the eye “Will, that
man was very bad”
“No….”
“He
was bad Will!”
“No!
He vas kind, kind to me, he vas the only one who vas kind to
me. He vas the only one who didn’t lie to me”
“WILL!
You have to forget him completely if you want to be forgiven, if you ever want
to belong again. Forget about him, banish him, immediately!”
Will
shook his head, shrugging Kamui off of him and wobbling to a corner in the
room. He curled up to a ball there, the way Kamui does when he’s deeply hurt,
and spent the night crying his pain away.
Kamui
was about to say something extremely mean and educating to Will when a knock
was heard on the door to his room.
Alex
stepped into the room, scanning the crumpled werewolf and the shaking pale boy.
“I
need you to come with me for a moment Kamui”
Kamui
took a few frightened steps backward, staring at Alex in horror.
“Don’t
worry, it’s me and not the Dragon. Anyway, I hardly
think it’s me you want to see more then anyone, am I right?” his voice was
dripping thick oozy bitterness by the end of his words.
Kamui
shook his head and sighed. “What do you need?”
“Nothing
too painful”
They
were walking side by side down the barracks’ corridors on the way to the king’s
gigantic display room, where Alex asked the king’s best blacksmiths and gun
makers to meet him.
“Victoria nearly clawed my eyes
out today, thanks to your little story time”
“I
had to tell her the truth; she was bound to find out eventually. I’m sorry it’s
you she lashed out on, she shouldn’t have”
“No,
she shouldn’t”
“Kamui….”
“What?”
“There’s
no need to say rebuking-ly bitching things to me,
there’s far too many rebuking-ly bitchy things I can
say back”
“I’m
sorry”
“That’s
a good boy” they stepped into the huge room.
Kamui
gasped, blinking “W-w-wha……What is this place?!”
“I
know” Alex smiled “kinda kinky, isn’t it?”
The
king frowned and edged himself towards Alex.
Alex
edged away.
“Well
Kamui, pick a type of armour and tell these men how many Noters you have in Dragon Valley who will have the new
equipment”
Kamui
whipped his head to Alex, mouthing silently “Really?”
Smiling,
Alex nodded “Oh, and tell them what type of bullets your Noters need because
they can make that as well”
Kamui
stared at the men before him, laughing nervously “Well….They need M-16
bullets….and some actual M-16s…”
“We
can’t promise much of the plastic bits of that particular weapon” a man with a
long beard of dreadlocks and a heavy Jamaican accent stepped forward, bringing
with his a wave of grease smelling air “but we’ll do our best with whatever
wood we can get” he turned to the rest of the men, who nodded heavily.
Then
he turned back to Kamui “What else young man?”
“Uzis
too….and…uh….what do they call that other invention of theirs?” Kamui turned
hopeful eyes to Alex.
“A
Galilee assault-rifle”
“Ah,
and bullets to that too please”
“Your
Dragon Valley Noters could use a M203 or two”
Kamui
blinked “A what now?!”
“The
grenade launching attachment Kamui”
“Oh….that’s
what it was”
“Yes
Kamui”
“My
king!” the immense Blond burst into the hall, walking right past Alex
carelessly this time. He bent down and whispered something into his leader’s
ear.
The
king’s face fell, his so far amused eyes darkened as they turned to Alex.
“You’ve
killed one of my most promising commanders” he boomed at Death.
“You
mean the Dragon, who attacked my convoy” Alex gestured to Kamui, levelling his
glare with the king’s.
“He
did that?” the king seemed unconvinced.
“And
even if he didn’t you’d still provide us with what Kamui asked, as we agreed
earlier”
“I
remember no such promise”
“Sure
you made it, right after I mentioned how I can snarl and growl a bit…..”
Sighing,
the king turned to his blacksmiths “Go on men, do your duty.” he returned his
tired gaze to Alex “Will you stay here until the weapons will be made?”
Alex
exchanged looks with Kamui, both unable to come to a decision on the matter.
“It
will be an honour for me to accommodate such great warriors with me for more
then just one, adventure filled, but short night” the kings meaningful eyes
landing on Alex made the decision suddenly simple and clear.
“No,
I think we’ll finish the night here and scurry away tomorrow morning, but
thanks for the offer king. We’ll be going now, come on Kamui”
Alex
practically dragged Kamui away from the hall and back to their rooms.
“Didn’t
he….”
“Shut
up Kamui”
“But
he did, didn’t he?”
“Kamui,
shut up!”
Kamui
chuckled, making Alex spin around and face him “What’s your problem?!”
“Nothing,
just that he did it in a really, really obvious and pathetic way that’s all”
Alex
disarmed his stance and disappeared into his room, muttering various
unrepeatable words referring to the king under his breath.
The
night was so eventful he didn’t notice it was almost morning and he didn’t feed
the vampires at all today.
He
sent his thoughts to seek out Lestate. The vampire assured him that he was not
hungry a bit and that his son was keeping him such splendid company that he
forgot about feeding completely.
Victoria brushed away his
reaching thought tendrils. She refused to speak to him or see him either, no
matter how much he knocked on her door and pleaded softly.
She
did not speak to him for a very long time afterwards. She was far too deep in
her mourn to care for the man who started it all.
(tbc)
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A.N: woot! Looky looky,
a nice long chapter just like in the old days. I’m so proud ^_^.
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