A/N: Welcome to my new story!!! This one won't even resemble anything I've ever written afore. It's actually (gasp!) serious at times, not to mention has a plot! Scary, huh? Anyway, enjoy. It'll be very, very interesting.

Warnings: Profanity, eventual (kinky) 1x2x1 & 3x4, and no Japanese in sight. Moderate OOC, extreme AU, lots and lots of pirates, and occasional nautical terms. YAAAY! Now, onto the story!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own the main characters, but this plot is ALL MINE. Steal it, and die when I explode your computer.

Sea of Silence

Chapter 1
The Pirate

Trowa lowered the spyglass, frowning. He couldn't have seen that, could he? Raising the copper tube to his emerald eye once more, he squinted. Quickly lowering it once more, the nineteen-year-old sighed, collapsing the spyglass in on itself in a practiced motion.

"It's him, alright," Trowa yelled back down, grabbing one of the many ropes on the crow's nest and sliding down to the sturdy deck. After two years, his calloused hands didn't even notice the rope burn that would normally have ripped an inexperienced man's palm to bloody strips. "He's not after us, though. Looks like he panicked after seeing another ship and is trying to leave." The other sailors looked from Trowa back to the captain, whose right leg was still bandaged, expectantly.

"Well, we can't just let Wuffles get away," the captain said with a smirk, violet eyes glinting maliciously. "Tro, take the helm. Raise the banner!" There was a quick movement as the ring of sailors went off to do their work, Trowa's long legs sprinting up to the large navigator's wheel, face as impassive as a boulder. Duo made his way cautiously to his First Mate's side, arms crossed over his black shirt.

Above them, two banners rose, the first being the telltale skull and crossbones of their kind. The smaller banner below was near as infamous. Two crossed black scythes on a white background- the flag of Shinigami, the most feared pirate in the world.

"I almost feel bad about doing this to him again," Trowa muttered, only to be slapped on the back by the friendly captain. Although Duo was only seventeen, which was half the age of some of the deck hands, nobody messed with him, mostly because those who did ended up dead. Very, very dead.

"Aww, come on! He's the only guy we let escape! We have to torment him, for reputation's sake at least," Duo said in that misleadingly cheerful way he had, checking his braid once more. "Plus, it's just too much fun to see Wuffikins again." Trowa smiled. Barely. It was true, Wufei was a blast to see again, but he just felt so bad when the kid's ship just kept being commandeered whenever they met on the job. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, we can always let Wufei keep a bit of his cargo." Trowa nodded slightly, and flipped the wheel to the left, quickly pursuing the merchantman.

"Sails at the full," Trowa yelled out, and the crew went scurrying to comply as fast as possible. They were the best of the best, and were done in an insane minute and a half. "We need to get up to ramming speed," he muttered to Duo, who just smiled.

"Say no more," he muttered back and quickly pulled on his right leg's bandage, only to jump to the deck, glaring. "Faster! Dante, take to the ram!" The crew, knowing that glare was lethal at times, ran to their positions, Duo striding to the aft after seeing everyone else scurry to work.

"Brace for impact," Trowa yelled, aiming the ship straight for Wufei's merchantman. The crew held on for dear life as Dante swiveled the long bladed ram into position with another rope, and tied it securely just in time to jump to the side as the nose of the Deathscythe rammed straight in to the Nataku, Wufei visible at the helm, cursing with all his might.

Upon impact, Duo hit the wall with a pained grunt. Luckily, his leg wasn't bleeding again as he quickly returned to the deck, watching for any opposition. Wufei's yelling bombarded him as soon as his feet touched the deck.

"Not this time, Maxwell," Wufei ranted, waving his arms insanely as Trowa approached with Duo. "Not this time! I'm transporting people, not goods! You can't get anything off of me." The black-haired boy glared as Duo crossed his arms.

"Tell you what. Give us your most valuable person for ransom, and we'll tow ya back to port," Duo said cheerily. "You'd come with us, of course. Your crew and all the people stay on Nataku, but we keep you for ransom too." Wufei glared at Duo, and looked around.

"My wife's on board this time," he muttered, glaring. "If you swear she's safe, you get whatever you want." Duo immediately nodded, Trowa in sync, and Wufei stalked back to his ship.

"I didn't know Wufei was married," Trowa muttered, and Duo nodded.

"I was best man," he said with a hint of a smile.

Four minutes later, Wufei came back onboard with two young men in tow, one a smiling blonde who looked like an angel, the other a scowling brunette who looked very, very dangerous.

"Meet Quatre and his bodyguard," Wufei smirked, only to receive a glare from the brunette. "He's ridiculously rich." Quatre smiled up at Trowa, clearly mistaking the boy for the captain.

"Good afternoon," Quatre said cheerily. "I'm Quatre Rabera Winner, at your service. This is my good friend Heero. He's protective, but not really my bodyguard." Trowa and Duo looked back at each other. The boy was either a fool, or brilliant. Duo cleared his throat, and began.

"I'm Shinigami, this is Heavyarms, my first mate," he said, but couldn't help but smile at the blonde. "We're pirates, if you didn't know." The brown-haired boy made a "hmph" sound, and Duo glared at the boy, only to be met by the iciest, sexiest blue eyes he'd ever seen. Duo couldn't help but blink his own violet eyes to shake off the feeling.

"Wufei called you Maxwell," the brunette-Heero, was it? - said fearlessly, and immediately a knife's point was at Duo's throat. "What's your REAL name?"

In a lightning movement, Duo's curved dagger was at Heero's throat, equally as close to cutting the boy's jugular.

"What's yours," Duo sneered, only to be cut off by Quatre sighing, rubbing his temples exaggeratedly.

"Put it down, Heero," the blonde groaned. "We're not killing anyone today, remember? And you too, Captain. Either put it down, or kill us right now. Honestly, I don't have the patience to sit through a game like this." But, both boys remained in place.

"Just put it down, damn it," Trowa finally yelled out, tired of the staring match. Duo grudgingly dropped his blade, Heero immediately after.

"Latch the Nataku, and prepare to go" Duo yelled out, and the crew scrambled to get away from the captain's wrath. His purple eyes were almost burning from rage at the new kid. "And you'd better watch yourself, boy, or I WILL kill you."

"Mutual," the boy said, and Duo stormed up to his large quarters, which half of was actually customized for storage and weapons. Of course, nobody knew that except Trowa, since the captain was smart enough to not trust his own crew. God, he was tired. With a groan, Duo kicked off his boots and pulled off his shirt, taking a moment to examine the tattoo on his right shoulder blade. The Greek letter phi, which resembled an I through an O, burned in black ink against his skin, making Duo frown and pull his shirt back on, and his boots back on.

"Trowa! Get in here right now," he said sharply, and the taller boy trotted over to the captain, who shut the door quickly and pulled his shirt off again. "It's black." Trowa, looking pensive, pulled off his own shirt, and Duo gasped. Trowa's tattoo, the Greek letter gamma, which resembled a digital clock's version of a lowercase r, was black as well instead of the light orange it regularly was.

"What's it mean," Trowa asked concerned, and Duo shrugged.

"Hell, I don't even know why I have that thing to begin with! If it decides to change color all of a sudden, that's just what happens," Duo said, pulling his shirt on one more time and straightening it. "Watch the new kids; I'm going to check Wufei's." Trowa nodded, and after replacing his own shirt walked back outside with Duo, who quickly scampered over to the Nataku.

"Wuffles," Duo yelled out, and Wufei's glaring face appeared.

"What now," he snapped, and Duo strode over only to pull his friend into the captain's quarters.

"Trowa and my tattoos turned black," he said quickly, and Wufei nodded.

"Mine's been black ever since we took those two onboard," he confided. "There's something very strange going on here." Wufei's Greek pi tattoo was as black as the other two's.

"Do you think they're too dangerous," Duo asked, all business now, and Wufei shook his head.

"I don't know. But, my money's on the blonde being more than just rich," he said quietly. "They triggered us somehow, and that can't be a good thing. I mean, the kid has a bodyguard! That means his family's protecting more than money." Duo nodded, and adjusted his shirt.

"Thanks, Wuffles," Duo said with a grin, and ruffled the other boy's black ponytail playfully.

"Now get out of here, or I'll sick my wife on you," Wufei said, trying to act angry, and Duo with a mocking bow scampered back to the Deathscythe.

"Welcome back," Quatre said merrily, smiling sweetly at the captain. "So, what's going on, if I may ask?"

"We're taking you two and the Nataku to our island, and then we'll ransom you to whoever wants ya," Duo said with a wink, only to find himself in a glaring contest with the brunette again. And secretly, Duo was enjoying the chance to look into those big, beautiful- Duo stopped his thoughts immediately. "Damn it, I'm going to kill you one of these days, kid!" The two's contest broke off, and Heero smirked.

"I'm older than you," he said. "Seems a bit hypocritical to call me kid."

"Alright, you're an old man with an annoying vocabulary," Duo yelled out, and found himself storming back into his room and taking another nap.

"It's his leg," Trowa said quietly to the blonde boy. "He always gets a bit angry when he's injured and can't do anything about it except wait." The blonde's light blue eyes twinkled merrily.

"Just like Heero. Every time he loses at anything, he gets all- what? It's true, and you know it! See," Quatre said, interrupted in the middle by Heero's cold glance. Now, he was smiling back up at Trowa. "I think he likes the captain. It's not often Heero gets put in his place."

"That whack to your head did more damage than I thought," Heero growled, and Quatre chuckled.

"You're injured," Trowa asked, feeling concerned about the boy's well being for no apparent reason. Quatre shrugged.

"Just a scratch. When we were rammed, I fell down a bit roughly," Quatre explained, and pointed to a cut on the side of his head. Trowa nodded.

"I'm going to clean it anyway," he said, and pulled the smaller boy down to the medical bay, leaving Heero alone to glare at the ocean's horizon and anything else that moved.

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A/N: This one's short, just because it's the first chapter. It'll be longer, don't you worry.

So, what do you think? Like it? Hate it? Don't know what pi looks like? Please review! And thank you for reading!