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lavandarlizard2Fortunately, the stampede was turned aside at the last minute through the efforts of a few brave hamsters throwing themselves into the path of the rampaging rabbits...
...head 'em up and move 'em out...!
BFB - Part 079c - Mommie Darling
We must have some weird yin-yang thing going on, because just when I start getting myself back together, Heero starts freaking out.
As soon as the approaching Wyverns came into visual range, Heero seemed to turn to stone. That’s the only way I can describe it; he went absolutely still and I swear I felt him radiating ice. I couldn’t see his face, standing in front of him as I was, and I was damn glad. That glare of his could melt titanium.
Clearly, something was not as it should be. Not necessarily wrong, because he made no move to change or to leave me; maybe just... strange.
Soon, I could discern three winged figures approaching at a leisurely pace. Maybe that’s what was getting to Heero; they were traveling considerably slower than seemed usual.
They began to descend, one now moving much faster than the others. That one dropped like a stone toward the ground. If I hadn’t already figured out the suicidal pigeon thing, it would have scared me to see it fall so fast. It landed a good five seconds ahead of the others, spun around and held out its arms.
And Heero made a noise I’ve never heard from him before. He let go of me and threw himself off the rock. He hit the ground running, roaring out... something in the Wyvern language.
The other two Wyverns came in together, the smaller aiming for the up-raised arms of the one already on the ground.
Okay, call me a crazy Banshee, but it looked like the bigger Wyvern, a really elegant reddish-gold thing, was prepared to catch the smaller one. The notion ‘first landing’ popped into my head. Heero was almost there when the small Wyvern, a mottled emerald and ultramarine creature, pulled a neat stall and landed lightly on both feet, wings tucking back at the same instant. I think in gymnastics it would be described as ‘sticking the landing.’ It was elegant, gracefully done and simply oozed of confidence.
My mind went ‘click’ then, and I realised that the little Wyvern must be Heero’s daughter, Tsutsuji. That meant that the other two were Kohaku and Kiba. I figured it out about the same instant that Heero swept the little female up in his arms, swinging her around in a hard hug.
The adults changed form then, and I saw that the amber Wyvern was Kiba and the blue-green adult was Kohaku. In her arms, tucked into a sort of sling carrier, was Komori.
Heero was still louder than I’ve ever heard him when he wasn’t homicidally angry. The little Wyvern didn’t seem to mind, squealing and giggling and hanging onto him in delight. Kohaku poked at Heero a couple of times and finally he set Tsutsuji down. I couldn’t hear what they were saying; it was all in Wyvern anyway, but the body language and gestures weren’t hard to follow. All three adults stepped back. For a moment, nothing happened; then the little Dragon began slowly to change into a cute little thing with pink hair and a big grin. Heero scooped her up again for another hug before finally giving his attention to the adults and Komori.
I hunkered down on the rock, arms wrapped around my knees, to watch the reunion. It didn’t tweak anything in me; I didn’t feel slighted or ignored in any way. This was absolutely right, that Heero should put his children first. I couldn’t help feeling ashamed of myself for accusing him of not caring about them back on that beach. Maybe I hadn’t known all the facts, but I knew Heero. It was just ridiculous to think that he would ever fail to care for what is his. Watching him now, it was perfectly obvious that these kids would never want for their father’s love.
Komori was perched on Heero’s hip and Tsutsuji clung to his other side like a little limpet while he talked to Kohaku and Kiba. I got the idea that Tsutsuji’s neat landing was something of a shock to Heero. He kept shaking his head the way that people do when they can hardly believe their eyes.
He’d get around to introducing me eventually; I was in no hurry. It was fun to watch the interaction.
I won’t go so far as to say that Heero is a different guy around his family and his Clan; he’s just more himself. All the little quirks and habits he has seem to be more in focus here. Maybe it’s the reflection from so many other Wyverns. Whatever it is, I like it.
He’s my Dragon, after all.
Soon enough heads turned my direction. I stood up and used the ‘dusting off my butt’ gesture to wipe my hands. I hadn’t realised how damp my palms were. Of course, they probably hadn’t been damp before I became the focus of attention, but what can you do?
The little group flowed my way and I was able to study the adults and children a bit.
Kohaku is cuter than I expected. I don’t mean I expected her to be... well, unattractive, but I guess the elegance and striking looks of the IchiBan and Faiesa had me leaning towards ‘handsome’ as opposed to ‘beautiful’. Both of the older females are attractive in that regal manner that only a few manage so well. Kohaku is... cute. Not bad cute, just unexpected cute. Her hair is dark; at first glance I thought it was that ‘so black its blue’ color that some Humans have, but as they got closer and the sunlight played over that gleaming cap, I realised that it was actually and truly blue. It’s short; kind of a fluffy Audrey Hepburn style. Her eyes are blue, too; with a sparkle that made me think of a visual giggle. Clear, creamy skin; she doesn’t look like she’s ever had a tan. Cute little nose, a mouth that seems bigger than it is because it’s constantly moving. Cute. Not the sort of female to ever be beautiful, but cute and warm and maybe one day, when she’s all grown up, pretty.
Kiba is one helluva handsome guy. I know; why do I care? I don’t really; he’s just kind of... mesmerizing. He’s the same coloring in his human form as in his Dragon form; that smooth, reddish-gold... Amber? Is that the word I’m looking for? I think so... His skin is amber, his hair is amber, his eyes – whoa, killer eyes – are amber. His hair is longer than Heero’s, about shoulder blade-length, and he has it pulled back into a tight ponytail, similar to Wufei. He’s a little taller than Heero, and a little broader, but he doesn’t seem to take up as much space as Heero does.
Just a minor aside here... Magical Creatures don’t have ‘auras’ the way Humans do; we have a ‘presence’ instead. It’s a kind of radiation of our power. Strong Creatures have large presences. Weaker Creatures has smaller presences. Heero just exudes this massive ‘presence’ that makes him seem so much larger. Neither of the other Wyverns had a presence to compete with Heero’s.
Tsutsuji is a cute little thing; it’s hard to tell who she more closely resembles with that pink hair overshadowing everything else. It’s not as bright as Tulip’s fuchsia, but neither is it as pastel as that boring color that Wufei’s fiancé seems to favor. Tsutsuji’s pink is dark and rich like fresh raspberries; it has a delicious blue base to it. And her eyes are brilliant green! I know those eyes! Heero’s father’s eyes; Banshee eyes!
That recognition stopped me cold for a few seconds; I had an almost overwhelming urge to cry at the thought of Tori of Bellweaver living yet again in this tiny little Dragon-girl. Damn! Where did that come from?
And that little punch in the memory distracted me from taking a good look at Komori, because they had arrived at my rock. Heero was still holding his son, but he reached up to offer me a hand – again that protective thing – and I hopped down to join them.
Heero began to introduce me, but Komori suddenly broke out in a furious babble and leaned almost perpendicular in an effort to reach me. Automatically, I caught him, and he just flowed right to me. All at once, I had an arm-load of baby Wyvern. Kohaku said something; Kiba laughed; Heero snorted. And Komori snuggled down like he planned to stay.
I must have looked... startled. And as soon as I realized that, my face lit off with a blush that could probably be felt ten meters away. Next to me, a little hand was worming its way into mine. I looked down to find Tsutsuji looking up at me with the same grin she’d had for Heero.
I looked at Heero. He wrapped his arms around me, laughing.
“Hn. It seems introductions aren’t really necessary, but let’s give it a try. Kohaku, Kiba; Duo, my Chosen. Duo; Kohaku and Kiba. And you’ve already met Tsutsuji and Komori,” he said dryly.
“Um...” I waggled my fingers since I couldn’t do anything else with the little Wyvern wrapped around me. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”
Kiba bowed, grinning broadly. Kohaku just laughed and reached out to hug me.
“Oh, you are a darling!” she crowed. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “You’ve made Heero so happy...” she murmured.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. She smirked at me and gave a tug on my bangs. “You’ll get used to us.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I blurted out.
“Both!” she laughed.
Behind me, Heero growled, but there was a smile in it. “Stop that; if you scare him off, I’ll have to hurt you.”
Kohaku examined me judiciously. “Hn... I don’t think so... I don’t think much of anything will scare this one off. Welcome to the Clan, Duo; I think you’ll fit right in.”
“I hope so,” I managed lamely.
Heero informed them of the luncheon summons and we headed back toward the houses. Kohaku walked next to Heero, giving him a rapid update of her life. Tsutsuji skipped along between Heero and I, and I still had Komori curled in my arms; Kiba ambled along at my side.
“I understand you’re an American Banshee,” said the amber Wyvern.
I blinked. “Huh. I guess I am; never thought of it quite that way.”
“No?” He turned a curious glance my way. “How do you describe yourself?”
I shrugged, hitching Komori a bit higher in my arms. He’d discovered my braid; he had the end bundled up in his arms. Zephyrus was right; the kid looks just like Heero, right down to the green hair and blue eyes. And the serious amount of glare.
“I’m just a Banshee. I’ve never thought of myself as having a nationality. But I guess I do,” I continued thoughtfully. “I’m probably way different from the Banshees of Ireland.” I wondered if Teal ever felt out of place with his mother’s Clan. Huh; something to think about sometime.
Kiba grinned. “Well, meeting you is almost enough to make me wish I’d visited Ireland.”
I gaped at him. Holy shit! Was Kiba *hitting* on me?
He laughed then; a deep, rich, rolling laugh. Kohaku leaned back and shook a finger at him.
“Kiba! Do not tease the Banshee! He could make chop suey out of you with his voice.” He ducked his head with a snicker. “Don’t mind him, Duo; he’s a joker.” She returned her attention to Heero. My Wyvern smirked at me and winked. Ah. Apparently this was a common theme. Okay; I can handle that.
“Hey, I’ve got a cousin who’s hot,” I said slyly. “Tall, blond, green eyes.”
Kiba blinked at me. A soft rumble came from my other side. “I believe I’ll pass,” Kiba said quickly. Heero snorted.
...head 'em up and move 'em out...!
BFB - Part 079c - Mommie Darling
We must have some weird yin-yang thing going on, because just when I start getting myself back together, Heero starts freaking out.
As soon as the approaching Wyverns came into visual range, Heero seemed to turn to stone. That’s the only way I can describe it; he went absolutely still and I swear I felt him radiating ice. I couldn’t see his face, standing in front of him as I was, and I was damn glad. That glare of his could melt titanium.
Clearly, something was not as it should be. Not necessarily wrong, because he made no move to change or to leave me; maybe just... strange.
Soon, I could discern three winged figures approaching at a leisurely pace. Maybe that’s what was getting to Heero; they were traveling considerably slower than seemed usual.
They began to descend, one now moving much faster than the others. That one dropped like a stone toward the ground. If I hadn’t already figured out the suicidal pigeon thing, it would have scared me to see it fall so fast. It landed a good five seconds ahead of the others, spun around and held out its arms.
And Heero made a noise I’ve never heard from him before. He let go of me and threw himself off the rock. He hit the ground running, roaring out... something in the Wyvern language.
The other two Wyverns came in together, the smaller aiming for the up-raised arms of the one already on the ground.
Okay, call me a crazy Banshee, but it looked like the bigger Wyvern, a really elegant reddish-gold thing, was prepared to catch the smaller one. The notion ‘first landing’ popped into my head. Heero was almost there when the small Wyvern, a mottled emerald and ultramarine creature, pulled a neat stall and landed lightly on both feet, wings tucking back at the same instant. I think in gymnastics it would be described as ‘sticking the landing.’ It was elegant, gracefully done and simply oozed of confidence.
My mind went ‘click’ then, and I realised that the little Wyvern must be Heero’s daughter, Tsutsuji. That meant that the other two were Kohaku and Kiba. I figured it out about the same instant that Heero swept the little female up in his arms, swinging her around in a hard hug.
The adults changed form then, and I saw that the amber Wyvern was Kiba and the blue-green adult was Kohaku. In her arms, tucked into a sort of sling carrier, was Komori.
Heero was still louder than I’ve ever heard him when he wasn’t homicidally angry. The little Wyvern didn’t seem to mind, squealing and giggling and hanging onto him in delight. Kohaku poked at Heero a couple of times and finally he set Tsutsuji down. I couldn’t hear what they were saying; it was all in Wyvern anyway, but the body language and gestures weren’t hard to follow. All three adults stepped back. For a moment, nothing happened; then the little Dragon began slowly to change into a cute little thing with pink hair and a big grin. Heero scooped her up again for another hug before finally giving his attention to the adults and Komori.
I hunkered down on the rock, arms wrapped around my knees, to watch the reunion. It didn’t tweak anything in me; I didn’t feel slighted or ignored in any way. This was absolutely right, that Heero should put his children first. I couldn’t help feeling ashamed of myself for accusing him of not caring about them back on that beach. Maybe I hadn’t known all the facts, but I knew Heero. It was just ridiculous to think that he would ever fail to care for what is his. Watching him now, it was perfectly obvious that these kids would never want for their father’s love.
Komori was perched on Heero’s hip and Tsutsuji clung to his other side like a little limpet while he talked to Kohaku and Kiba. I got the idea that Tsutsuji’s neat landing was something of a shock to Heero. He kept shaking his head the way that people do when they can hardly believe their eyes.
He’d get around to introducing me eventually; I was in no hurry. It was fun to watch the interaction.
I won’t go so far as to say that Heero is a different guy around his family and his Clan; he’s just more himself. All the little quirks and habits he has seem to be more in focus here. Maybe it’s the reflection from so many other Wyverns. Whatever it is, I like it.
He’s my Dragon, after all.
Soon enough heads turned my direction. I stood up and used the ‘dusting off my butt’ gesture to wipe my hands. I hadn’t realised how damp my palms were. Of course, they probably hadn’t been damp before I became the focus of attention, but what can you do?
The little group flowed my way and I was able to study the adults and children a bit.
Kohaku is cuter than I expected. I don’t mean I expected her to be... well, unattractive, but I guess the elegance and striking looks of the IchiBan and Faiesa had me leaning towards ‘handsome’ as opposed to ‘beautiful’. Both of the older females are attractive in that regal manner that only a few manage so well. Kohaku is... cute. Not bad cute, just unexpected cute. Her hair is dark; at first glance I thought it was that ‘so black its blue’ color that some Humans have, but as they got closer and the sunlight played over that gleaming cap, I realised that it was actually and truly blue. It’s short; kind of a fluffy Audrey Hepburn style. Her eyes are blue, too; with a sparkle that made me think of a visual giggle. Clear, creamy skin; she doesn’t look like she’s ever had a tan. Cute little nose, a mouth that seems bigger than it is because it’s constantly moving. Cute. Not the sort of female to ever be beautiful, but cute and warm and maybe one day, when she’s all grown up, pretty.
Kiba is one helluva handsome guy. I know; why do I care? I don’t really; he’s just kind of... mesmerizing. He’s the same coloring in his human form as in his Dragon form; that smooth, reddish-gold... Amber? Is that the word I’m looking for? I think so... His skin is amber, his hair is amber, his eyes – whoa, killer eyes – are amber. His hair is longer than Heero’s, about shoulder blade-length, and he has it pulled back into a tight ponytail, similar to Wufei. He’s a little taller than Heero, and a little broader, but he doesn’t seem to take up as much space as Heero does.
Just a minor aside here... Magical Creatures don’t have ‘auras’ the way Humans do; we have a ‘presence’ instead. It’s a kind of radiation of our power. Strong Creatures have large presences. Weaker Creatures has smaller presences. Heero just exudes this massive ‘presence’ that makes him seem so much larger. Neither of the other Wyverns had a presence to compete with Heero’s.
Tsutsuji is a cute little thing; it’s hard to tell who she more closely resembles with that pink hair overshadowing everything else. It’s not as bright as Tulip’s fuchsia, but neither is it as pastel as that boring color that Wufei’s fiancé seems to favor. Tsutsuji’s pink is dark and rich like fresh raspberries; it has a delicious blue base to it. And her eyes are brilliant green! I know those eyes! Heero’s father’s eyes; Banshee eyes!
That recognition stopped me cold for a few seconds; I had an almost overwhelming urge to cry at the thought of Tori of Bellweaver living yet again in this tiny little Dragon-girl. Damn! Where did that come from?
And that little punch in the memory distracted me from taking a good look at Komori, because they had arrived at my rock. Heero was still holding his son, but he reached up to offer me a hand – again that protective thing – and I hopped down to join them.
Heero began to introduce me, but Komori suddenly broke out in a furious babble and leaned almost perpendicular in an effort to reach me. Automatically, I caught him, and he just flowed right to me. All at once, I had an arm-load of baby Wyvern. Kohaku said something; Kiba laughed; Heero snorted. And Komori snuggled down like he planned to stay.
I must have looked... startled. And as soon as I realized that, my face lit off with a blush that could probably be felt ten meters away. Next to me, a little hand was worming its way into mine. I looked down to find Tsutsuji looking up at me with the same grin she’d had for Heero.
I looked at Heero. He wrapped his arms around me, laughing.
“Hn. It seems introductions aren’t really necessary, but let’s give it a try. Kohaku, Kiba; Duo, my Chosen. Duo; Kohaku and Kiba. And you’ve already met Tsutsuji and Komori,” he said dryly.
“Um...” I waggled my fingers since I couldn’t do anything else with the little Wyvern wrapped around me. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”
Kiba bowed, grinning broadly. Kohaku just laughed and reached out to hug me.
“Oh, you are a darling!” she crowed. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “You’ve made Heero so happy...” she murmured.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. She smirked at me and gave a tug on my bangs. “You’ll get used to us.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” I blurted out.
“Both!” she laughed.
Behind me, Heero growled, but there was a smile in it. “Stop that; if you scare him off, I’ll have to hurt you.”
Kohaku examined me judiciously. “Hn... I don’t think so... I don’t think much of anything will scare this one off. Welcome to the Clan, Duo; I think you’ll fit right in.”
“I hope so,” I managed lamely.
Heero informed them of the luncheon summons and we headed back toward the houses. Kohaku walked next to Heero, giving him a rapid update of her life. Tsutsuji skipped along between Heero and I, and I still had Komori curled in my arms; Kiba ambled along at my side.
“I understand you’re an American Banshee,” said the amber Wyvern.
I blinked. “Huh. I guess I am; never thought of it quite that way.”
“No?” He turned a curious glance my way. “How do you describe yourself?”
I shrugged, hitching Komori a bit higher in my arms. He’d discovered my braid; he had the end bundled up in his arms. Zephyrus was right; the kid looks just like Heero, right down to the green hair and blue eyes. And the serious amount of glare.
“I’m just a Banshee. I’ve never thought of myself as having a nationality. But I guess I do,” I continued thoughtfully. “I’m probably way different from the Banshees of Ireland.” I wondered if Teal ever felt out of place with his mother’s Clan. Huh; something to think about sometime.
Kiba grinned. “Well, meeting you is almost enough to make me wish I’d visited Ireland.”
I gaped at him. Holy shit! Was Kiba *hitting* on me?
He laughed then; a deep, rich, rolling laugh. Kohaku leaned back and shook a finger at him.
“Kiba! Do not tease the Banshee! He could make chop suey out of you with his voice.” He ducked his head with a snicker. “Don’t mind him, Duo; he’s a joker.” She returned her attention to Heero. My Wyvern smirked at me and winked. Ah. Apparently this was a common theme. Okay; I can handle that.
“Hey, I’ve got a cousin who’s hot,” I said slyly. “Tall, blond, green eyes.”
Kiba blinked at me. A soft rumble came from my other side. “I believe I’ll pass,” Kiba said quickly. Heero snorted.
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Date: 2004-08-29 04:52 am (UTC)And Kiba is funny! ^^;
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Date: 2004-08-29 04:40 pm (UTC)Kids!
Date: 2004-08-29 12:58 pm (UTC)Re: Kids!
Date: 2004-08-29 04:38 pm (UTC)Of course, the parents will never speak to you again...
Re: Kids!
Date: 2004-08-30 05:49 am (UTC)Buwahahaha! my plan worked!
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Date: 2004-08-30 07:35 am (UTC)Re: Kids!
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Date: 2004-08-30 07:54 pm (UTC)And now a moment of silence for those brave hamsters....