This Individual Fic Rating: mmm... let's call it PG-13, for a tiny bit of pseudo-limon and some mild violence at the end. Also, beware of shifting POVs.

Blue Forest Banshee Part 70

I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I'd slept so long on the flight home - and darn Heero anyway, for not stopping to rest - that now I couldn't sleep. I found myself thinking about Shar, Teal, the Clan and the memorial instead.

At least that harpy in charge had done right by her; Teal assured me of that. I think we were both waiting for her to pull some stupid stunt or to say something cruel. I'm still just a little surprised that she didn't. I suppose I should just leave it alone, though. It's over and done. My aunt Shar is gone. The only close blood relation I have now is Dael.

Why do I not count the members of my Clan among my close relatives? I still haven't forgiven them for tossing me out like a sack of trash. Besides, "close" is a - forgive me - relative term among Banshees. Everyone in the Clan is related to everyone else somehow, but only parents, children and siblings are considered "blood". Everyone else is a "cousin". Even Teal, much as I love him, is not "blood."

I stopped thinking about the Clan then, and went on to think about Dael instead, adorable, sweet and giggly little Dael. I think she looks just like Shar, with those gorgeous big green eyes and her auburn hair. She wasn't the least afraid of me; she actually crawled to me instead of Teal a couple of times! Teal says she recognizes her mother in me, that she knows that I'm a connection to Shar. That just made me cry. I sat on the floor holding her, and just sobbed. Teal and Heero both hovered over me as if they expected me to melt down into a purple puddle.

We talked, Teal and I, about him leaving the Clanhold now. He says he doesn't want to raise Dael there, but he wasn't sure she's old enough for the traveling it would take to get to Merry Brook. He said he might just find a place in the Human world for a few months. I told him to just tie up his loose ends and I would personally see to a teleporter to take them anywhere in the world they wanted to go. Teal laughed then, and told me he was proud of the way I'd turned out. Even better, he said I reminded him very much of my mother. And he promised to visit here sometime soon and tell me all about her.

I glanced across my room. My mother's sword - my sword - was standing against the bookcase. I had a hard time getting my head around the idea that my mother had learned and even dared to dance with the sword. Females disdain weapons of any sort. Their voices are their weapons; more powerful than anything a male might carry. But Teal said that my mother was special... Even now, I can't get that idea out of my head, and its companion, of course. If my mother was that special, why did she have Death's child? And why is she dead?

I did a hell of a lot of crying, too. I'm not at all sure if it was for Dael or Shar or for myself, but I think I feel better. Heero has tried before now to explain that I don't have to bottle things up inside, that it's better, even, if I don't. I didn't get it before; I've taken care of myself, healed my own hurts and watched my own back for a long time, and the idea of trusting in someone else to comfort, support and protect me is a little scary.

But I do, though. Trust him, I mean. He went into that nest of vipers for me. He stood behind me and practically looked to death anyone who even thought about giving me the evil eye.

He was right there with me when I went off on the Matriarch, telling her exactly what I thought of her and her followers for banishing me. I don't believe anyone has ever dared to do that before. Certainly not a male! I don't know where I got the courage or the confidence to do that; I just knew that it was time. I needed to say it and she, by all that walks, needed to hear it. And she was astounded that I dared!

All the time, Heero was right there, backing me up, protecting my flank, feeding me encouragement. He said very little, but hissed the members of the Clan back when they tried to crowd me, and growled at them for muttering behind my back. They left us alone mostly, and stayed away from the cottage and away from Teal and Dael.

Teal said they couldn't figure out what Heero was, and that it made them anxious and frightened. I said it served them damn well bloody right!

I'd had the chance I needed; to say goodbye to Shar, to tell her I loved her, that I was grateful for what she did in raising me. She already knew it, of course, from my letters over the years, and never expected to see me again or to hear my voice. She was a good Banshee female, obedient to her Matriarch and to her Clan. She'd picked a good male as the father of her child, and done well by her daughter in the brief time she'd had. Once Teal and Dael left the Clanhold, I would never return or even think about those people.

Our last few moments, saying goodbye to Teal and ignoring the lurkers in the background turned out to be more amusing than sad. Heero decided we should fly instead of teleporting, and morphed into his impressive, dragon-form, flexing his massive wings and letting out a roar just for the hell of it. Teal was startled. Dael was mesmerized, not frightened at all!

The Clan, however, just plain freaked out.

It was wonderful! The cherry on top of the whipped cream on top of the ice cream sundae of my revenge!

They screamed, shrieked and howled, and ran for their lives, every last one of them! And Teal and I almost laughed ourselves sick! Even Heero managed a rumbling gurgle before launching into the crisp night air.

That was a perfect memory to fall asleep on. I rolled over and snuggled into my pillow, pulling the blankets close around me.

Ten minutes later, I tried the other side.

Five minutes after that, I lay on my stomach; pillow pulled over my head.

Finally, exasperated, I bounced out of bed. I grabbed a pair of purple silk pants, and pulled them on while hopping toward the bathroom. I opened the door and sailed through Heero's half-open door and over to Heero's bed.

Heero was a large lump in the center of the bed. I took a deep breath and lifted the edge of the duvet. I crawled into the bed, snuggling up to Heero's back.

He lifted his head slightly with a "Hnnn?"

"It's just me, Heero. Go back to sleep," I whispered. "I can't get to sleep alone."

"Rrrr..." Heero acknowledged, relaxing once more.

I spooned up against my Wyvern and draped my arm over his ribs. Heero rumbled softly and moved his arm, laying his hand over mine.

Within minutes, we were both asleep.

~*~

Heero was dancing.

Dirty dancing.

With a peacock.

::I didn't know peacocks could dance...::

~ Idiot. You're dreaming. ~

::Oh. Right.::

::...why a peacock?::

~ Hey, it's your dream. I'm just the voice of sanity and common sense. And your partner is getting pretty raunchy there... ~

::Um... yeah...::

Feathers tickled his chin. The music throbbed with a South American beat. Heero shrugged and let himself go with the music.

::I've never danced with a peacock before...::

~ And that surprises you? ~

::Well...::

~ Trust me; I'd make it Duo if it was up to me, but I'm not in charge of dreams. ~

::Hn. I appreciate the thought.::

~ I think I'll have some coffee; I'll be back when you wake up. ~

So, Heero danced, crotch to tail, with the lively, prancing peacock. He forgot about everything else, concentrating on the steps, the music and the way the bird flicked its tail back and forth to the rhythm.

He was startled when the bird turned its head to meet his eyes, and said, "Do you mind? You're sitting on my hair."

Hair? Peacocks have hair?

And shouldn't it have black eyes, not purple ones...

And they weren't sitting, they were dancing...

::Oh. I'm waking up. But...::

~*~

Heero opened his eyes, vaguely sorry to see the peacock go.

Purple eyes gazed down at him, slightly anxious.

"Heero, raise up; you're on my hair. And I really need to get up!"

Duo.

Heero blinked. ::What...?::

He raised up on one hand, using the other to sweep the tail of auburn hair from under him.

Duo exhaled a big sigh and bounced off the bed. "Thanks, Heero! I waited as long as I could!"

He disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

"Huh?" said Heero, belatedly. He blinked and looked around the room.

::What just happened here...?::

::Did I...?::

::No. This is my room.::

::My bed.::

~ And the peacock just left without explanation. ~

::Oh. You're back. Explain this.::

~ Sorry, dude. Haven't a clue. ~

Heero growled irritably. ::Then what fuckin' good are you?::

~ Hey, I'm only your sanity; he's a mystery to me too. ~

"Hn."

~*~

Duo was back only a few minutes later; smelling of mint and with his hair freshly brushed and braided.

Heero just blinked at him. He had had only four hours of sleep after a long flight and several equally long days, and wasn't quite up to figuring out what was going on here yet.

"Duo...?"

The Banshee crawled back onto the bed and snuggled against Heero's side. "Yes, Heero?" he murmured.

"Um... Not that I mind, but... why are you here?"

"Because Teal was right. I'm not being fair to you."

"You're not?"

Duo studied the Wyvern's face, watching for reactions. "I care an awful lot about you, Heero. I'm not sure if it's... well, you know... But I know I do like you very much..."

Heero blinked, as his brain translated Duo's rather cryptic words.

::He likes me a lot?::

~ He loves you, stupid. ~

::Why doesn't he just say it, then?::

~ He will, when he can. ~

::Oh.::

"Then..."

"I can't find any logical reason to keep saying 'no', Heero. So now I'm saying 'yes'."

"Oh..."

Duo smirked at him, eyes dancing with mischief. "Is that a good 'Oh' or a bad 'Oh'?"

"Are you teasing me because you know I'm half asleep?" Heero growled.

"I am just acting on my long-held inclinations."

"Is that what it's called," Heero muttered. He gathered the Banshee close and kissed the corner of his mouth. "That's a good thing to act upon." He kissed Duo's temple, the end of his nose and nipped at his collarbone.

"I hoped you'd think so..."

"That I do, Banshee, that I do indeed." He slipped a hand under the waistband of Duo's silk pants. "These have got to go."

And away they went.

~*~

I awoke with a mouth full of hair and a Banshee on my chest. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming. Then the Banshee stirred and stretched and squirmed into a more comfortable position on my chest.

I promptly turned into a sweating, throbbing, panting bundle of lust. I picked the offending hair out of my mouth - I would have to help Duo brush and rebraid it, as I was the one who insisted he take it down - and wrapped him in my arms, hauling him up to devour his mouth.

He shuddered and struggled for an instant before digging fingers into my shoulders and quickly straddling my hips. I growled and Duo rumbled back at me, indicating that he was as eager as I was!

Without breaking the kiss, I flipped us over to put him on his back, curling my fingers into his hair to keep him from squirming right away from me. Exact details escape me at this point. He had hooked his legs over my shoulders and I was somewhat... out of my mind...

And then the pounding started.

On the hall door.

My hall door.

Loud, frantic, insistent pounding...

I lifted my head, thinking some disjointed and distinctly murderous thoughts, and sucked in a lungful of air to bellow.

And scented... a pout.

A dragon pout.

My vision went blurred and bloody. I flung myself off of Duo and the bed.

"Wufei! I'm going to fucking kill you, you bloody damn Were!"

~*~

"Just shut up, Wufei! I told you not to do that! But did you listen to me? Ohhh no~o; of course not! Mr 'I am too bloody smart for my own good!'"

"...!"

"Don't even try it! I'll make you limp home by yourself!"

"...! ...? ...!"

"Of course he was! You saw the look on Duo's face, you idiot! You interrupted them!"

"...? ...!"

"As good as! Just because Duo hasn't formally accepted, doesn't mean they aren't. Honestly, Wufei; is there anything between those ears of yours? And you have the nerve to call me stupid!"

".... .... ...."

"You're just damn lucky Heero didn't kill you... If I was him, I might have."

"...!"

"You jerk..."

"...."

"I'm sure it does... I'll get you some ice when we get home. You can take the potion and lie down. Mistress Loquinn said you'd feel better by tonight. You are such an idiot."

".... .... ...."

"You're welcome. Don't be so stupid next time."

TBC...

 

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