Note: Much thanks to Mairead, who came up with about 75% of the plot from this point.
A Parisian Dream Part 4
IV.: Request~
Blue.
Everything was so blue.
"Heero..."
The weight on my bed shifted and I heard water sloshing. A coolness was placed on my forehead and somewhere in the distance I heard a deep baritone muttering.
"Idiot. Never did know how to take care of himself."
Why such familiarity?
"Heero..."
"Here."
I was propped up on a pillow and a glass placed against my lips, and I drank the offered water. He proceeded to take the washbowl away, and even through the haze created by my brain, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was sure right then that I would never forget the way he moved; the way the muscles in his arms rippled, steel under velvet. How his tie was loose, and the bronze chest that peeked through the beige dress shirt. His hair fell across his face, some of his sidelocks brushing the corner of his lips.
Afterwards I remember clutching Heero's shirt and staring at him from a very close distance.
"Blue eyes..." I remember murmuring.
He was passive, doing nothing more than staring right back at me. Eventually, his lips parted, the finest of cracks appearing between them.
"No, not just blue." I felt his forehead on mine, and it wasn't until later that I realized that I had been the one to pull him to me. What I said next came out as a sigh. "Cobalt."
His eyes seemed to flash right when I said that. His body convulsed once and a small noise escaped him. I was wrapped in a devouring embrace in which I could do little more than to cling to him in return.
"I'm sorry."
I decided that I liked the feel of his dress shirt against my cheek. "What?"
The arms which threatened to swallow me whole only grew tighter. "I'm so sorry."
A nagging little voice in the back of my mind started ruckus then, and I felt the dull shock of knowing that I should've understood what he meant. But I didn't. This, I figured as the world began to fade into black, was what it felt like for realization to try to hit you.
~*~
Three darkened shadows skittered along in a crooked line, trying to keep together but at the same time trying avoid the light from the search lamps. All three of them held a certain quiver in their forms, for it was forbidden to leave the boundaries of the village at night, and they were almost to the woods.
It was only after they had left the field of searchlights for quite some time that they were able to stop and pant.
"Stupid Heero," grunted someone.
"Oh but Hilde, he only did what he felt had to be done!" The little blond girl who spoke petted one of her twin braids, blue eyes alight with the prospect of forbidden romance.
"But to be so desperate as to go to the sorcer--"
"Shh! You know we're not supposed say it!"
"Yes well..."
"Hilde? Sally?"
The bickering pair stopped and turned to their third companion. "Yes, Relena?"
The girl bit her lip and turned her eyes downward. Her pink shoes shuffled the dirt and she clasped her hands behind her back. "Do you really think Heero...loves him?"
Hilde rolled her eyes impatiently. "Well, Heero seems all too happy to risk being exiled just to see him again. I think that's love."
Relena blushed fiercely and she blinked.
"In any case, I thought you said that you no longer have a crush on him. We're all big girls now, and you're almost eleven. You should be able to handle it."
"Besides," Sally put forth gently, "he's so much older than us."
Hilde looked up and saw that the moon was breaking through the clouds. "Come on you two. We need to get to Master Wufei soon."
With that all three of them broke into a run.
~*~
Chang Wufei was the village hermit. His distaste for human contact and humans in general led him to take residence deep in the surrounding woods of Paris. And it was because of this that he was none too pleased to be interrupted from his nightly meditation by three visitors.
"Master Wufei!" they chorused, three pair of eyes of different shades of blue glittering at him from outside his hut.
"What is it?" he growled.
Their words poured out in a jumble. He did, however, pick out what he needed to. He frowned and opened the door wider, motioning them in.
"So," he began slowly when they were all seated in his home, "Heero has decided to go to Zechs Merquise because he is too weak to deal with the death of his lover."
The nodded.
"Does the fool not realize that the consequences of even being in the presence of the sorcerer is exile?" Wufei sighed and scrubbed a weary hand over his face. Then he froze, and turned suspicious eyes to his visitors. "And just what," he began cautiously, "is it that you want me to do?"
The girls went wide-eyed, and Hilde finally mumbled, "Save him."
"And, pretending that I want to, how in the world do you propose I do that?"
Relena piped up. "Aren't you also...magical?"
Wufei glared, and the girl shrunk in on herself. "I am not...magical. I am spiritual."
Three blinks. They did not understand the difference.
Wufei stood and the hut was silent.
Then, "And...he told us because he didn't think we'd do anything about it, and he said that he trusted us."
"When is he going?"
"He said 'when the sun first breaks the horizon tomorrow'."
Sally looked up pleadingly. "We don't want Heero to be exiled..."
Wufei stared at her with a blank expression, then he sighed. "Alright. My magi--spirit is not as strong as that of the sorcerer Zechs Merquise, but I will see what I can do."
He opened the door again and called out to something in a foreign language. After a long moment of silence, there was an answering screech, and a large bird with magnificent copper wings glided down from the night sky to perch gracefully on Wufei's arm.
"Find Trowa and Quatre," Wufei commanded clearly.
The bird screeched again and took off. They watched the copper wings until it was swallowed by the blackness of the night.
"And now," Wufei announced as he closed the door, "we wait."
TBC...
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