AUTHOR: Silver Foxfire
SERIES: Escaflowne
RATING: PG for this part, may get lemony in later chapters. ^^
PAIRINGS: Folken x Allen
WARNINGS: Yaoi, AT, Violence, ect...
DISCLAIMERS: I don't own Escaflowne and I make no money. ^_^
THE CONVERGENCE OF KISMET, PART 6
By Silver Foxfire
Folken stood on a cliffside near a Zaibach training camp, his eyes dark. He'd been moved here for extra physical training. Required, even for a would-be Madoushi. He didn't like having to be taken to the other side of the country, a country away from Allen. But he would endure it, it was only for the best. He would be going back in about a week anyway. And he was sure Allen was probably amusing himself with his comrades, he wouldn't be worried about Folken.
He really hated THAT thought. He crossed his arms as the breeze picked up around him, bringing an alarm to his slightly superior Draconian senses. He could hear the yells from above him, across the gorge. He looked up, his hair framing his face as he squinted to see past the sun. He could only make out two tiny forms standing on the side of a steep drop.
He couldn't see what was going on until he saw the forms turn, toward or away from him, he didn't know. But when he saw them leap from the edge he gasped as his eyes, for a split second caught sight of fur and ragged dresses. Girl kittens. Flashes of Merle raced through his head and with her came the memory of his tiny brother. With those memories grew a sharp stab of protectiveness, the same kind that guided him to so devotedly keep Allen close to him.
His mind was made up before he took the fall, his pristine white wings spread out, forcing themselves past his robes as he dove, the wind holding him as securely as his mother's arms once did. He caught the tiny bundles against his chest, hearing their gasps of fear as the ground grew steadily closer. He could feel the pressure on his wings become painfully strong as he landed beneath an overhang, gently settling the frightened girls in the ground.
He forced himself to look kind as he extended his hand to them, biting back a groan of pain as they immediately tore their claws into his wrist and tore at his palm with their small, sharp teeth.
"You poor things..." He murmured, letting them bite at him, their soft snarls and growls reaching his ears.
It hurt, and he could feel them looking at him now, wondering why he wasn't beating them for their violence. He simply gave them a little smile and the hesitantly released him, their bodies wound tightly, ready to flee at the slightest hint of a threat.
"It's all right..." He said, keeping his hand outstretched. "Come with me, I'll keep you safe."
The silver one looked at him, glaring for all the little leopard girl was worth. She stayed between the golden one and himself, her fangs bared in warning.
"Tell me your names." When no answer came, he assured them once more that he meant them no harm.
"Beruberu..." The gold one whispered, peering at him over her sister's shoulder. "And Narunaru..."
Folken knelt down so he could see level with the girls.
"You are Narunaru?" He asked, the silver one nodding shortly and gasping when they heard the clamor of the hunters above them.
"Quickly!" He whispered, motioning to an overhang behind him. The girls shot past him and slid as deeply as they could underneath it. He hid his wings as quickly as he could, the breeze stealing the loose feathers away for him.
He stood before it, his robes falling around him and hiding the opening.
"You there! Have you seen a pair of leopard girls?!" A hunter shouted, his weapon before him as if he thought the girls would leap out at him from anywhere.
"I have not. I have arrived here just a moment ago." Folken said coolly, the men noticing his Zaibach garb and taking his word for it as they nodded and went on their search to the other side of the valley.
He waited until he could no longer hear their angry shouts before he moved away from the crevice, the girls slinking slowly out of it. Beruberu was looking at him with the same coldness she had before, but in her eyes was a glimmer of respect for him and gratefulness.
"Come, I'll keep you safe..." He repeated.
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Allen was excited that Folken would be returning today. He'd missed the sorcerer-in-training sorely and he wanted nothing more then to be in the man's company again. He'd been annoyed when Folken had curtly informed him that he was to receive additional training at another building miles away. Allen had scowled and ignored him until the day he left, then he'd just felt lonely.
His friends had been a small comfort, but he wanted Folken back. He wondered if he would be angry for pulling his small rebellion. He glanced toward the clock on the table and sighed. Folken wouldn't be back for another hour. He threw himself on Folken's bed, nestling into the soft folds of his pillow and inhaling the light scent of the older boy.
"Hm," Allen sighed, "Folken..."
He could feel sleep curling around his limbs and knew that he should get up and wait, but the thought of sleep was so warmly inviting that he was sure that he would be able to wake himself up in half an hour to greet Folken. He was positive.
He thought he'd only shut his eyes for a moment before he heard a quiet whispering.
"That's a girl!"
"It is not! It's a boy!"
"Girl!"
"Boy!"
"I'm a BOY!" He growled, sitting up and startling the two girls crouched beside the bed. "And who are you?!"
"Beruberu and Narunaru." Folken said as he stripped off his cloak and laid it on the table.
Allen blinked and looked at the clock, seeing he'd been asleep for almost three hours. He scowled at himself before rising, almost stumbling over one of the girls, who growled and clawed his leg.
"Ow! You little bi-"
"Allen." Folken said, one eyebrow raised in warning.
Allen pointed accusingly down at the tears in his pants and the bit of red flesh just visible beneath it. He received a glare and a cold crossing of arms from Folken and he huffed, snarling curses under his breath as he went into the bathroom and slammed the door.
"I told you it was a girl."
"You were right."
Folken rolled his eyes before walking up to the girls.
"That is Allen and you are not to hurt him. You will both sleep in his bed while he sleeps with me. And I have to give you new names."
"Why?! I like my name!"
"Me too, me too!"
"Because girls, those were the conditions. No one can know of your past, lest a beast person remember you and try to take you away. now, Beruberu." Folken said, facing the golden girl. "You will be Eriya."
The little girl rolled the name on her tongue for a little while before nodding and looking at her sister.
"And you, Narunaru, will be Nariya."
The silver one beamed, smiling happily and saying, "Our names sound the same!"
Folken smiled and lead the girls to Allen's bed where they cautiously climbed in, testing the softness before smiling and curling together beneath the blankets. He watches them nestle together before he rose and knocked lightly on the bathroom door to hear an annoyed grunt from inside.
"Allen," Folken said, his weariness obvious, "I have something I need to discuss with you."
Allen pulled the door open, clad only in a loose towel around his waist, four claw marks obvious on his shin. He was glaring defiantly at Folken, who's face was oddly flushed.
"About what? Those girls?" He said snidely.
"Yes. They are staying here, I gave them your bed." Folken held up a hand before the boy could protest and quickly continued, "and you will be sleeping with me."
Folken willed the pressure in his nose to ebb away and the voice in his head began to giggle, which turned slowly into loud, crazed cackles.
"Ugh. I wish you would have ASKED me first, you jerk." Allen snapped, going back into the bathroom and grabbing the bandages. "It's not like I would have said no!"
Folken sighed and walked in, forcing Allen to sit on the latrine and taking the bandages away, wrapping them around the freshly cleansed wounds.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask you first." Folken said, concentrating on Allen's scratches. "It was impolite of me."
"Impolite my ass." Allen huffed. "You always act that way anyway."
"Like what?" Folken said, looking up tiredly.
"Like your opinion is the only one that matters. It pisses me off."
Folken sighed and rose when he was done, one hand rubbing the bridge of his nose. He shut his eyes, leaning against the wall and shook his head. He could hear Allen shifting and walk past him into the bedroom. The drawer opened and he heard cloth withdrawn. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see Allen drop the towel, unashamed of his nudity, and slip the pants on. He watched as the blonde crawled into Folken's bed and curl around a pillow, facing the wall.
~Heh... heh... heh...~ His voice giggled as Folken's eyes traversed Allen's spine and traveled to the edge of the blankets.
Folken groaned and changed into his evening wear, thankful that his body had separate ideas than his mind about what to do to occupy themselves. His mind he could tune out and tolerate.
~Mm! Can't wait 'til ya mate with HIM!~
... at least he could try.
END PART 6
^^;; I hope that wasn't too awful!