Yep; weak and pathetic...
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lavandarlizard2I *was* going to be discreet and spread these parts of parts out a little... That was the plan. The previous plan. But... plans change...
And so, here we have another little part of a part.
BFB - 078b - Off to See the Wyverns - The Clan
If I was expecting something traditionally Japanese – and I’m not saying I was; I *do* learn from experience, ya know – I would have been seriously shocked. The low lacquered table was covered with platters; eggs, sausage, ham, pancakes, French toast, rice, oatmeal, grape jelly – Welch’s, of all things – three kinds of tea, orange, cranberry and tomato juice, cantaloupe, casabah, strawberries and kiwis. And right in the center was a plate of odd little squares that can best be described as breakfast sushi, just loaded with caviar. And I have a taste for caviar…
Am I babbling again? I really couldn’t seem to help myself… I poked and picked, sampling and tasting and gorging myself on things I love as well as things I’d never seen before. I’d somehow managed to skip both breakfast and lunch before we left home; I was starving!
Woven in with me being a bloody pig was the conversation. Mostly, I answered questions about my job and what it was like to work with Heero, but I did manage a couple of my own, the major one being, ‘what was Heero like as a child?’
“Very much like he is as an adult!” laughed Giniro. “Serious, solemn and given to killer glares!” Heero ducked his head, but not before I caught a glimpse of darkening blush. “You’ll find any number of people to tell you stories about Heero,” she smirked.
“Sobo,” he began trying hard, I could tell, to keep the smile out of his voice.
Giniro just leaned close and pinched his cheek. “I’m so sorry, my adored one, but you were indeed a child once, and a very bright and clever one, and I intend to exercise every one of my grandmotherly prerogatives. Just deal, Heero.” The sudden inclusion of contemporary American slang surprised a snort of laughter from me. Both Wyverns turned to me with identical wide eyes and raised eyebrows, and I… I just lost it. I brayed. Ever bit as well as Wufei had during his unfortunate donkey experience.
It took me a couple of minutes to get myself under control, especially as every time I looked at the Wyverns it started me giggling again, but eventually I did manage it.
Giniro smirked at me, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I am so glad you came, Duo,” she said; “it’s been much too long since we’ve heard that sort of laughter.”
And with that, the subject turned to me again, focusing this time on the biggest event of my life, so far.
“Hmph!” snorted the IchiBan darkly. “The very *idea* of such silly superstitions in this day and age! Proof once again that we Magical Creatures are not so far above Humans as we would like to believe.”
The topic? My Clan’s rejection of me and my subsequent banishment, of course. The IchiBan was not being diplomatic in her assessment of my Clan’s Matriarch.
“Idiotic Banshee!” she muttered. “Too far from her sensible roots.” She paused to glare at Heero, who looked somewhat nonplussed. “Your father’s Clan has no such defective notions!” she said tartly, almost as if he had dared to suggest that they had.
Her words seemed to ring in my head. Defect. Defective. Something that doesn’t work properly. Yes, that would describe them perfectly…
Just an aside here… I have to mention that it’s more than a little funny to see Heero being… well, mothered this way. He’s usually so stern and business-like, yet here he was, squirming and looking guilty, like any other male in the presence of a female relative. I had a hard time not falling into giggles again.
Then she started in on me… Where did I go when I left my Clan? What did I do, how did I live, how did I come to be at the Castle? I had assumed – silly me! – that Heero had already told her my life story. Apparently not. And he let me deal with her all on my own, while he sat there smirking innocently.
I didn’t lie once, even when she asked if I’d had other lovers before Heero. I lit up like a damn road flare, but still managed to reply that no; I’d had no other ‘lovers’, just comforting friends.
She took a few minutes to sip her tea and digest what I’d said, and then grinned at me. “I like your style, little Banshee! I have no worries about a mere Wyvern walking all over you!”
Just that abruptly, breakfast was over; I found myself outside with Heero, strolling around the Clanhold.
“Heero,” I began hesitantly, afraid that I had somehow botched breakfast. “Was I okay? I didn’t screw up, did I?”
He whipped me into his arms so suddenly that my head spun. Before I could even orient myself, he was kissing me as if trying to devour me from the inside out. And I got a close look at the term ‘swoon.’
“Baby,” he growled when we finally came up for air. “You were *outstanding*! My Banshee has brass balls!”
I blinked at him. “Heero, you are one *weird* Wyvern…” Hm... I think I’ve mentioned that before...
“Only for you, my angel,” he murmured while nuzzling my neck, “because I love you. You want the tour or shall we go back to our room?”
Hm… Didn’t realize I’d had a choice there. His preference was rather obvious, pressing against my thigh as it was…
“Aw, man,” I drawled. “Decisions, decisions…”
“All right,” he smirked. “Tour first, sex later.”
“That’s better, you big perv!” I laughed.
“Wore you out last week, did I?”
“Me? You were the one making excuses!”
“Only when you began walking funny.”
“Are you impugning my funny walk?”
“Impugning? Is that what Banshees call it?”
I groaned. We had resumed our walk and were approaching a small body of water. I wouldn’t have said it was big enough to call it a lake, but it was bigger than a pond – maybe a hundred meters across – and it had a stream meandering away from it so that’s what it was. Around its edges were a number of benches and little garden areas of flowers and artistically arranged stones, both in the shade of the many trees and in the sun and some large flat rocks here and there as well. At about two o’clock from us was a large, brightly decorated chair raised above the ground on a stone dais. A throne? It certainly looked like one.
And then I noticed the other Wyverns. A lot of Wyverns, young Wyverns, with an adult here and there among them.
“What are they doing?” The smaller Wyverns were a motley looking bunch. I spotted everything from uniforms of white shirt and dark pants to kimonos to jeans and t-shirts to generic Magical Creature drag.
“Classes,” said Heero veering in the direction of one group. “Morning school.” He cut a deliberate path toward a group of small children gathered around an adult female.
“This is school?” I muttered thinking of my own adventures in the Human educational system. He either didn’t hear or was ignoring me.
“Faiesa!” he called and the female turned. Her face lit up with surprise and she quickly called her charges to order.
“Heero! How nice to see you! I didn’t know you were here.” She took his hand and my Wyvern swooped in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Behind them, the children – they looked about five or six years old – snickered and giggled behind their hands; some of them waggled their fingers shyly at me. I waggled back.
“You didn’t notice the presentation?” Heero grinned.
“Was that for you?” She noticed me then and gasped. “Oh! This is Duo! You finally brought him!” She immediately transferred her hand from Heero to me, totally ignoring his attempt to explain or introduce me.
“That would be me,” I admitted with a smile. “But Heero never mentioned knowing such a lovely creature as you.” I shamelessly kissed her hand.
“And what a charming thing you are! Heero!” she commanded and my Wyvern damn near came to attention. “You will bring Duo for lunch today.”
“Faiesa, we’re having lunch with Kohaku today…”
She brushed it aside. “Then bring her, as well. 1330. Sharp.” Then she turned back to her class, dismissing us.
And so, here we have another little part of a part.
BFB - 078b - Off to See the Wyverns - The Clan
If I was expecting something traditionally Japanese – and I’m not saying I was; I *do* learn from experience, ya know – I would have been seriously shocked. The low lacquered table was covered with platters; eggs, sausage, ham, pancakes, French toast, rice, oatmeal, grape jelly – Welch’s, of all things – three kinds of tea, orange, cranberry and tomato juice, cantaloupe, casabah, strawberries and kiwis. And right in the center was a plate of odd little squares that can best be described as breakfast sushi, just loaded with caviar. And I have a taste for caviar…
Am I babbling again? I really couldn’t seem to help myself… I poked and picked, sampling and tasting and gorging myself on things I love as well as things I’d never seen before. I’d somehow managed to skip both breakfast and lunch before we left home; I was starving!
Woven in with me being a bloody pig was the conversation. Mostly, I answered questions about my job and what it was like to work with Heero, but I did manage a couple of my own, the major one being, ‘what was Heero like as a child?’
“Very much like he is as an adult!” laughed Giniro. “Serious, solemn and given to killer glares!” Heero ducked his head, but not before I caught a glimpse of darkening blush. “You’ll find any number of people to tell you stories about Heero,” she smirked.
“Sobo,” he began trying hard, I could tell, to keep the smile out of his voice.
Giniro just leaned close and pinched his cheek. “I’m so sorry, my adored one, but you were indeed a child once, and a very bright and clever one, and I intend to exercise every one of my grandmotherly prerogatives. Just deal, Heero.” The sudden inclusion of contemporary American slang surprised a snort of laughter from me. Both Wyverns turned to me with identical wide eyes and raised eyebrows, and I… I just lost it. I brayed. Ever bit as well as Wufei had during his unfortunate donkey experience.
It took me a couple of minutes to get myself under control, especially as every time I looked at the Wyverns it started me giggling again, but eventually I did manage it.
Giniro smirked at me, her eyes sparkling with delight. “I am so glad you came, Duo,” she said; “it’s been much too long since we’ve heard that sort of laughter.”
And with that, the subject turned to me again, focusing this time on the biggest event of my life, so far.
“Hmph!” snorted the IchiBan darkly. “The very *idea* of such silly superstitions in this day and age! Proof once again that we Magical Creatures are not so far above Humans as we would like to believe.”
The topic? My Clan’s rejection of me and my subsequent banishment, of course. The IchiBan was not being diplomatic in her assessment of my Clan’s Matriarch.
“Idiotic Banshee!” she muttered. “Too far from her sensible roots.” She paused to glare at Heero, who looked somewhat nonplussed. “Your father’s Clan has no such defective notions!” she said tartly, almost as if he had dared to suggest that they had.
Her words seemed to ring in my head. Defect. Defective. Something that doesn’t work properly. Yes, that would describe them perfectly…
Just an aside here… I have to mention that it’s more than a little funny to see Heero being… well, mothered this way. He’s usually so stern and business-like, yet here he was, squirming and looking guilty, like any other male in the presence of a female relative. I had a hard time not falling into giggles again.
Then she started in on me… Where did I go when I left my Clan? What did I do, how did I live, how did I come to be at the Castle? I had assumed – silly me! – that Heero had already told her my life story. Apparently not. And he let me deal with her all on my own, while he sat there smirking innocently.
I didn’t lie once, even when she asked if I’d had other lovers before Heero. I lit up like a damn road flare, but still managed to reply that no; I’d had no other ‘lovers’, just comforting friends.
She took a few minutes to sip her tea and digest what I’d said, and then grinned at me. “I like your style, little Banshee! I have no worries about a mere Wyvern walking all over you!”
Just that abruptly, breakfast was over; I found myself outside with Heero, strolling around the Clanhold.
“Heero,” I began hesitantly, afraid that I had somehow botched breakfast. “Was I okay? I didn’t screw up, did I?”
He whipped me into his arms so suddenly that my head spun. Before I could even orient myself, he was kissing me as if trying to devour me from the inside out. And I got a close look at the term ‘swoon.’
“Baby,” he growled when we finally came up for air. “You were *outstanding*! My Banshee has brass balls!”
I blinked at him. “Heero, you are one *weird* Wyvern…” Hm... I think I’ve mentioned that before...
“Only for you, my angel,” he murmured while nuzzling my neck, “because I love you. You want the tour or shall we go back to our room?”
Hm… Didn’t realize I’d had a choice there. His preference was rather obvious, pressing against my thigh as it was…
“Aw, man,” I drawled. “Decisions, decisions…”
“All right,” he smirked. “Tour first, sex later.”
“That’s better, you big perv!” I laughed.
“Wore you out last week, did I?”
“Me? You were the one making excuses!”
“Only when you began walking funny.”
“Are you impugning my funny walk?”
“Impugning? Is that what Banshees call it?”
I groaned. We had resumed our walk and were approaching a small body of water. I wouldn’t have said it was big enough to call it a lake, but it was bigger than a pond – maybe a hundred meters across – and it had a stream meandering away from it so that’s what it was. Around its edges were a number of benches and little garden areas of flowers and artistically arranged stones, both in the shade of the many trees and in the sun and some large flat rocks here and there as well. At about two o’clock from us was a large, brightly decorated chair raised above the ground on a stone dais. A throne? It certainly looked like one.
And then I noticed the other Wyverns. A lot of Wyverns, young Wyverns, with an adult here and there among them.
“What are they doing?” The smaller Wyverns were a motley looking bunch. I spotted everything from uniforms of white shirt and dark pants to kimonos to jeans and t-shirts to generic Magical Creature drag.
“Classes,” said Heero veering in the direction of one group. “Morning school.” He cut a deliberate path toward a group of small children gathered around an adult female.
“This is school?” I muttered thinking of my own adventures in the Human educational system. He either didn’t hear or was ignoring me.
“Faiesa!” he called and the female turned. Her face lit up with surprise and she quickly called her charges to order.
“Heero! How nice to see you! I didn’t know you were here.” She took his hand and my Wyvern swooped in to give her a quick peck on the cheek. Behind them, the children – they looked about five or six years old – snickered and giggled behind their hands; some of them waggled their fingers shyly at me. I waggled back.
“You didn’t notice the presentation?” Heero grinned.
“Was that for you?” She noticed me then and gasped. “Oh! This is Duo! You finally brought him!” She immediately transferred her hand from Heero to me, totally ignoring his attempt to explain or introduce me.
“That would be me,” I admitted with a smile. “But Heero never mentioned knowing such a lovely creature as you.” I shamelessly kissed her hand.
“And what a charming thing you are! Heero!” she commanded and my Wyvern damn near came to attention. “You will bring Duo for lunch today.”
“Faiesa, we’re having lunch with Kohaku today…”
She brushed it aside. “Then bring her, as well. 1330. Sharp.” Then she turned back to her class, dismissing us.
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Date: 2004-07-01 04:32 am (UTC)But Granny Wyvern is still funny!
*snicker*
Brass balls....
*snicker*
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Date: 2004-07-01 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-07-01 08:19 pm (UTC)