Post by grasshop on Aug 10, 2006 14:11:05 GMT -5
Okay, here's the Aqune/Buguese/Grasshop/Beerain fic part 1... I dunno how long it's giong to go on, but I'm clipping it into short 3-4 page parts XD...I'm also working on an Aqune/Grasshop fic called cruelty, but I dunno if I should put it on here or not b/c of well....content XD Anyways, I hopes I impresses u Aqune ~___^ On to the fic!!!!
Part One: Interruptions
In mid-sleep she could still hear the creaking of her door being opened, saw the bitter light through lightly laid eyelids. Aqune didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid of what she might see…or not see for that matter… Instead, she repressed the urge to keep them closed and shuffled around in the bed, turning her back to the expected intruder. Her lips parted in a dreary sigh.
Footsteps shuffled, bringing the dark figure closer to her. The door had been shut again, and there was no solid lighting. Across the room, a single window was closed tightly, curtains drawn together to keep eyes from staring outward across the blackened land of the Invectids. He had begun to speak…she listened anyways, but did not respond. “Maybe one day you’ll wake up and understand. I’m content in waiting until then…” Her face tightened, her eyes shutting more. He continued to talk to the empty airs around him. “Aqune…it won’t be long, now…will it?”
Aqune held her breath for a moment, wanting to answer somewhat but afraid of what he might say or do if she revealed that she was indeed awake. Now that she knew that he traveled to her room each night at the same deep blue hour, she always stayed up until he had made his round and left her alone…He hadn’t suspected, not once… ‘I wonder if he ever sleeps…’ She found herself thinking, lips pressed together, ‘Does evil ever sleep?’
Thin strands of soft hair tickled her cheek. He was leaning over her, and now she could feel the hot breaths that came steadily, and could also smell it’s strangely sweet scent. In her head, she imagined what he looked like even now, his silvery hair lit against the black of the room, his eyes sad, his mouth thinned, his nose long and pointed…. The kisses on her face were light, but held a strong sense of passion behind them. She would wake up now, just to question his actions. It was time…what he always spoke about in such the early hours of morning.
“Buguese.”
He nearly jumped back with fright as she turned her head, eyes opening on his image, which was almost invisible in the darkness. Aqune propped her arm on the mattress and proceeded to sit up, keeping her face turned in his direction all the while. The man was looking at her curiously now, and she could hear his strained breathing. She had given him quite the scare, it seemed, but she did not smile even at this. “Buguese…what is it that you want….?” She felt it better to get it over with instead of delaying the question any further.
The insect-like man took a cautious step forward before replying, “My little Aqune….” He sometimes addressed her as such. She was used to this. His words were enveloped by the silence that followed, his voice barely audible. “How long have you been awake?” Even when he came closer to her, sat beside her, his arm brushing against hers…she could feel…fear…What was he so afraid of? She had never seen him in such a manner.
“I am awake, always.” She said softly, bringing one hand up to rub the mist from her eyes. “I always listen to you. I always wonder about you….”
“Wonder…” He repeated the word, tilting his head downward slightly. Very carefully, he slid a thin hand over hers as it rested on the smooth mattress. His fingers were so cold, void of heat…almost void of life… Aqune didn’t flinch. “Then you must already know how I feel…about you….”
Aqune slowly shook her head, then brought her eyes to look at his through the pitch black of the room. “I don’t understand.”
He stopped, turning away from her, attempted to stand up…Aqune molded her fingers into his, intertwining them, feeling how delicate his were. He gasped a little at her insistency that he stay. Finally he spoke, breathing harshly, “Aqune…” It seemed difficult for the words to flow…Aqune stared on, amazed at how much of a task it was for him to speak. ‘Maybe this evil sleeps….’
Buguese sniffled a bit…Aqune’s eyes widened, her fingers tightening in his. She could feel the tiny trembling motions that now wracked his body. He was gently weeping. It was a concept that the Invectid-controlled girl could not comprehend. Perhaps the one known as Buguese was also one just like the other Turandot, complete with soft and loving emotions…and also a set of aspirations, fears…goals…passions… “Buguese…please…”
“I never…” He managed…still choking back salty tears threatening to spill, “I’ve never…felt…like this…” He stopped, unable to go on. Aqune was rendered speechless, but gave his hand a small squeeze. She could understand exactly what he meant, for she, too…had struggled with such feelings, such overwhelming emotions that she couldn’t control, sometimes driving her to do what would normally be impossible. For Buguese, the impossibility was evident in tears. “..not ever…” He threw his head even more downward so that she couldn’t make out his expression. The girl’s eyes softened at this as she watched on, playing the silence like strings on a harp, hoping to soothe, maybe to coax….Coax?
Aqune’s eyes widened at the thought that had rushed into her head like an intruder. It has slipped, quite the obvious, but could she have been thinking it within he depths of her unconsciousness. Her eyes filled with blankness and she stared at nothing. ‘I’d never think such a thought about him. He is master, and I obey…’ The words stung her face, making her skin suddenly crawl with prickles. Her hand slowly detached itself from the man’s, pulling back towards her own body as the Invectid continued to drown with weeping. She tucked her legs close to her torso, her bare feet pressing into the fluffy mattress, her slender arms wrapping loosely around her legs. “Buguese…”
“Yes…my Aqune…” He answered without delay, though his voice was muffled greatly. He did not look at her, but that was fine. She didn’t turn her eyes to him either.
It took her a moment, but she finally spoke, softly, the sound of her voice like new snowflakes lighting atop barren earth. “I do not know…I really do not understand how you feel towards me.” She turned to him now, the pause in her speech causing him to look up in question. Their gazes locked, Buguese’s mouth parted a bit, hers firm until she continued. “I do not so I’d like you to show…”
The door creaked open, yellow flooding their two figures, catching them. At first the intruder was just a shadow. Then, as it approached, both Aqune and Buguese quickly recognized the grasshopper insect as Grasshop from the Invectid’s Big Four. He trudged in slowly, half slumped over, mouth cleanly agape in that fixed smile. Buguese quickly jumped up, making Aqune gasp. The silver haired male wiped his face to cover up the fact that he had been crying and faced Grasshop sternly, though the other Invectid didn’t seem to notice or to care. “Grasshop, what are you doing in here? Get back to your quarters immediately. Aqune needs her rest and…”
“I want a coooookiiiiieeeeee!” Grasshop whined, his words slurred and dragging on the air. He stumbled a few steps towards Buguese… “Give me a cooookiiiiieeee!” Scrawny, blue-plated arms attacked the humanoid Invectid and Buguese stepped back, reaching out to take Grasshop by the shoulders and shake him.
Aqune watched on with silent bemusement, yet inwardly laughing at the comical little scene. She had let one leg roll back off of the bed, bet kept the other in a firm grip. She quickly noticed that Grasshop’s eyes were both closed and that they seemed darker than usual. ‘Sleepwalking…He’s sleepwalking!’ At this she smiled just a bit as Buguese struggled to wake the grasshopper warrior. He seemed to be having a great deal of difficulty. The girl nearly jumped when Buguese slapped Grasshop’s face with amazing force. The bug let out a painful squeal as he hit the wall, one hand flying to the spot that ailed him. He’d be awake now!
Buguese stared at Grasshop, muttering under his breath hotly, “Fool.” He took a few steps towards the fallen insect, but made no effort to help him back on his feet. Grasshop blinked a few times, willing the dizzy swirls from them, then silently stood and shook himself, his antennae quite spry-looking despite the drowsy expression he wore in his globular yellowed eyes. The humanoid Invectid still eyed the bug with bitter contempt, even when the grasshopper bowed in apology.
“Well excuse me for exercising my right to sleepwalk!” Grasshop snickered after this comment, making Aqune’s small smile widen to a grin. The girl couldn’t help but stare at the slim figure, the shapely legs, tiny waist, and nicely sloped neck…Grasshop didn’t seem to notice so she lusted her fill, wondering if Buguese was catching on. The bug thingyed his head, his neck creaking in an odd manner. Buguese still seemed annoyed by his fellow Invectid’s actions…Then Grasshop spoke again, his mocking question throwing both Aqune and Buguese into shock. “Well, what are you going to do about it, oh mighty Buguese? Pout because I interrupted you and your ‘little Aqune’s’ steamy make-out session? Ha!” He laughed again, this time a bit more high pitched. Aqune blushed deeply, casting her eyes downward.
Face tightening in a fit of astonished anger, Buguese lunged towards the much taller Invectid, his arms swinging back so that he may strike the annoying bug in the side. Powerful legs working at lightening speed, the insect did a leap above the silver-haired man’s head, cleanly dodging. He landed gracefully back on his two feet and spun around, clicking his tongue in his cheek. “Tsk tsk tsk!” The little clicking sounds filled Buguese with even more rage, so he spun and charged again, this time much faster than before. Grasshop, laughing cheerily, hopped his way to safety again, tumbling onto the bed beside the quiet Aqune.
Blushing even deeper, Aqune managed to look up at the tall Invectid warrior, and Grasshop nodded smoothly at her, beaming. He quickly slid and arm around her shoulder and said loudly, “Boy, that Buguese sure has a temper on him these days…and frankly, I don’t know what you see in the poor guy! Hee hee!” Aqune nervously laughed along, but her insides were churning, drowning out the sound.
“Grasshop…” She whispered softly as she glanced over at a tired Buguese regaining his composure. The grasshopper leaned in closer to the girl, his arm pulling her tightly against him, leaning his face close by hers until her mouth brushed against the side of it.
“Huh? What did you say?”
Aqune’s eyes widened. She was so close…so close to him…Coughing a bit, she went on. “Please don’t try to upset him. He’s a bit…frustrated right now.” Aqune squirmed, uncomfortable in her position. She moved her legs around a bit, but this caused her to fall forward a little, and her lips pressed against Grasshop’s blue-tinted face. She jumped back, gasping, and more than embarrassed.
Grasshop laughed lightly, eyes closing with glee. “Was that an invitation, Aqune, or could you just not help yourself?” Aqune noticed that Buguese’s head was turned in their direction, and the world stopped spinning. Aqune and the masked man’s gaze locked, and it was evident that the small accidental incident had painted the pain that she read all over the man’s face…
It stung. It burned…simply and clearly, with no hope for healing…Buguese struggled to keep the tears from spilling. He bowed shakily and exited the room, going as quickly as possible, leaving his shadow to be seen trailing down the halls. The door remained open…casting light on the two figures left huddled together in the room.
Grasshop whistled, breaking the silence, “Man, what a party pooper! And here we were all having fun…how rude of him to just leave like that.” He shook his head, antennae twitching as he turned again to look at Aqune, who still stared blankly at the partially opened doorway. “Well, looks like it’s just me and you! That’s okay…we can have fun without him, right?”
Aqune stood and the bug let out a sharp breath, reaching out a hand slowly as the girl walked away from him and towards the door. Aqune poked her head out of the yellow opening and stared down the long shaft, catching Buguese’s image in her eyes. The orbs darkened at his sight. He quickly moved, his capes swirling about him, ponytail swinging back and forth across his back. He didn’t stop to look back, so she watched on. From her lips his name came, though she didn’t know why…It floated empty in the lonely hallway, trying to reach the one it belonged to…but failing…”Buguese…”
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Okay, thats all for part one...I'm working on part 2 now XD I should have it up shortly....maybe tommorrow or by sometime this weekend hopefully! Well, please R & R....hope you liked it....Aqune....XD
Part One: Interruptions
In mid-sleep she could still hear the creaking of her door being opened, saw the bitter light through lightly laid eyelids. Aqune didn’t want to open her eyes, afraid of what she might see…or not see for that matter… Instead, she repressed the urge to keep them closed and shuffled around in the bed, turning her back to the expected intruder. Her lips parted in a dreary sigh.
Footsteps shuffled, bringing the dark figure closer to her. The door had been shut again, and there was no solid lighting. Across the room, a single window was closed tightly, curtains drawn together to keep eyes from staring outward across the blackened land of the Invectids. He had begun to speak…she listened anyways, but did not respond. “Maybe one day you’ll wake up and understand. I’m content in waiting until then…” Her face tightened, her eyes shutting more. He continued to talk to the empty airs around him. “Aqune…it won’t be long, now…will it?”
Aqune held her breath for a moment, wanting to answer somewhat but afraid of what he might say or do if she revealed that she was indeed awake. Now that she knew that he traveled to her room each night at the same deep blue hour, she always stayed up until he had made his round and left her alone…He hadn’t suspected, not once… ‘I wonder if he ever sleeps…’ She found herself thinking, lips pressed together, ‘Does evil ever sleep?’
Thin strands of soft hair tickled her cheek. He was leaning over her, and now she could feel the hot breaths that came steadily, and could also smell it’s strangely sweet scent. In her head, she imagined what he looked like even now, his silvery hair lit against the black of the room, his eyes sad, his mouth thinned, his nose long and pointed…. The kisses on her face were light, but held a strong sense of passion behind them. She would wake up now, just to question his actions. It was time…what he always spoke about in such the early hours of morning.
“Buguese.”
He nearly jumped back with fright as she turned her head, eyes opening on his image, which was almost invisible in the darkness. Aqune propped her arm on the mattress and proceeded to sit up, keeping her face turned in his direction all the while. The man was looking at her curiously now, and she could hear his strained breathing. She had given him quite the scare, it seemed, but she did not smile even at this. “Buguese…what is it that you want….?” She felt it better to get it over with instead of delaying the question any further.
The insect-like man took a cautious step forward before replying, “My little Aqune….” He sometimes addressed her as such. She was used to this. His words were enveloped by the silence that followed, his voice barely audible. “How long have you been awake?” Even when he came closer to her, sat beside her, his arm brushing against hers…she could feel…fear…What was he so afraid of? She had never seen him in such a manner.
“I am awake, always.” She said softly, bringing one hand up to rub the mist from her eyes. “I always listen to you. I always wonder about you….”
“Wonder…” He repeated the word, tilting his head downward slightly. Very carefully, he slid a thin hand over hers as it rested on the smooth mattress. His fingers were so cold, void of heat…almost void of life… Aqune didn’t flinch. “Then you must already know how I feel…about you….”
Aqune slowly shook her head, then brought her eyes to look at his through the pitch black of the room. “I don’t understand.”
He stopped, turning away from her, attempted to stand up…Aqune molded her fingers into his, intertwining them, feeling how delicate his were. He gasped a little at her insistency that he stay. Finally he spoke, breathing harshly, “Aqune…” It seemed difficult for the words to flow…Aqune stared on, amazed at how much of a task it was for him to speak. ‘Maybe this evil sleeps….’
Buguese sniffled a bit…Aqune’s eyes widened, her fingers tightening in his. She could feel the tiny trembling motions that now wracked his body. He was gently weeping. It was a concept that the Invectid-controlled girl could not comprehend. Perhaps the one known as Buguese was also one just like the other Turandot, complete with soft and loving emotions…and also a set of aspirations, fears…goals…passions… “Buguese…please…”
“I never…” He managed…still choking back salty tears threatening to spill, “I’ve never…felt…like this…” He stopped, unable to go on. Aqune was rendered speechless, but gave his hand a small squeeze. She could understand exactly what he meant, for she, too…had struggled with such feelings, such overwhelming emotions that she couldn’t control, sometimes driving her to do what would normally be impossible. For Buguese, the impossibility was evident in tears. “..not ever…” He threw his head even more downward so that she couldn’t make out his expression. The girl’s eyes softened at this as she watched on, playing the silence like strings on a harp, hoping to soothe, maybe to coax….Coax?
Aqune’s eyes widened at the thought that had rushed into her head like an intruder. It has slipped, quite the obvious, but could she have been thinking it within he depths of her unconsciousness. Her eyes filled with blankness and she stared at nothing. ‘I’d never think such a thought about him. He is master, and I obey…’ The words stung her face, making her skin suddenly crawl with prickles. Her hand slowly detached itself from the man’s, pulling back towards her own body as the Invectid continued to drown with weeping. She tucked her legs close to her torso, her bare feet pressing into the fluffy mattress, her slender arms wrapping loosely around her legs. “Buguese…”
“Yes…my Aqune…” He answered without delay, though his voice was muffled greatly. He did not look at her, but that was fine. She didn’t turn her eyes to him either.
It took her a moment, but she finally spoke, softly, the sound of her voice like new snowflakes lighting atop barren earth. “I do not know…I really do not understand how you feel towards me.” She turned to him now, the pause in her speech causing him to look up in question. Their gazes locked, Buguese’s mouth parted a bit, hers firm until she continued. “I do not so I’d like you to show…”
The door creaked open, yellow flooding their two figures, catching them. At first the intruder was just a shadow. Then, as it approached, both Aqune and Buguese quickly recognized the grasshopper insect as Grasshop from the Invectid’s Big Four. He trudged in slowly, half slumped over, mouth cleanly agape in that fixed smile. Buguese quickly jumped up, making Aqune gasp. The silver haired male wiped his face to cover up the fact that he had been crying and faced Grasshop sternly, though the other Invectid didn’t seem to notice or to care. “Grasshop, what are you doing in here? Get back to your quarters immediately. Aqune needs her rest and…”
“I want a coooookiiiiieeeeee!” Grasshop whined, his words slurred and dragging on the air. He stumbled a few steps towards Buguese… “Give me a cooookiiiiieeee!” Scrawny, blue-plated arms attacked the humanoid Invectid and Buguese stepped back, reaching out to take Grasshop by the shoulders and shake him.
Aqune watched on with silent bemusement, yet inwardly laughing at the comical little scene. She had let one leg roll back off of the bed, bet kept the other in a firm grip. She quickly noticed that Grasshop’s eyes were both closed and that they seemed darker than usual. ‘Sleepwalking…He’s sleepwalking!’ At this she smiled just a bit as Buguese struggled to wake the grasshopper warrior. He seemed to be having a great deal of difficulty. The girl nearly jumped when Buguese slapped Grasshop’s face with amazing force. The bug let out a painful squeal as he hit the wall, one hand flying to the spot that ailed him. He’d be awake now!
Buguese stared at Grasshop, muttering under his breath hotly, “Fool.” He took a few steps towards the fallen insect, but made no effort to help him back on his feet. Grasshop blinked a few times, willing the dizzy swirls from them, then silently stood and shook himself, his antennae quite spry-looking despite the drowsy expression he wore in his globular yellowed eyes. The humanoid Invectid still eyed the bug with bitter contempt, even when the grasshopper bowed in apology.
“Well excuse me for exercising my right to sleepwalk!” Grasshop snickered after this comment, making Aqune’s small smile widen to a grin. The girl couldn’t help but stare at the slim figure, the shapely legs, tiny waist, and nicely sloped neck…Grasshop didn’t seem to notice so she lusted her fill, wondering if Buguese was catching on. The bug thingyed his head, his neck creaking in an odd manner. Buguese still seemed annoyed by his fellow Invectid’s actions…Then Grasshop spoke again, his mocking question throwing both Aqune and Buguese into shock. “Well, what are you going to do about it, oh mighty Buguese? Pout because I interrupted you and your ‘little Aqune’s’ steamy make-out session? Ha!” He laughed again, this time a bit more high pitched. Aqune blushed deeply, casting her eyes downward.
Face tightening in a fit of astonished anger, Buguese lunged towards the much taller Invectid, his arms swinging back so that he may strike the annoying bug in the side. Powerful legs working at lightening speed, the insect did a leap above the silver-haired man’s head, cleanly dodging. He landed gracefully back on his two feet and spun around, clicking his tongue in his cheek. “Tsk tsk tsk!” The little clicking sounds filled Buguese with even more rage, so he spun and charged again, this time much faster than before. Grasshop, laughing cheerily, hopped his way to safety again, tumbling onto the bed beside the quiet Aqune.
Blushing even deeper, Aqune managed to look up at the tall Invectid warrior, and Grasshop nodded smoothly at her, beaming. He quickly slid and arm around her shoulder and said loudly, “Boy, that Buguese sure has a temper on him these days…and frankly, I don’t know what you see in the poor guy! Hee hee!” Aqune nervously laughed along, but her insides were churning, drowning out the sound.
“Grasshop…” She whispered softly as she glanced over at a tired Buguese regaining his composure. The grasshopper leaned in closer to the girl, his arm pulling her tightly against him, leaning his face close by hers until her mouth brushed against the side of it.
“Huh? What did you say?”
Aqune’s eyes widened. She was so close…so close to him…Coughing a bit, she went on. “Please don’t try to upset him. He’s a bit…frustrated right now.” Aqune squirmed, uncomfortable in her position. She moved her legs around a bit, but this caused her to fall forward a little, and her lips pressed against Grasshop’s blue-tinted face. She jumped back, gasping, and more than embarrassed.
Grasshop laughed lightly, eyes closing with glee. “Was that an invitation, Aqune, or could you just not help yourself?” Aqune noticed that Buguese’s head was turned in their direction, and the world stopped spinning. Aqune and the masked man’s gaze locked, and it was evident that the small accidental incident had painted the pain that she read all over the man’s face…
It stung. It burned…simply and clearly, with no hope for healing…Buguese struggled to keep the tears from spilling. He bowed shakily and exited the room, going as quickly as possible, leaving his shadow to be seen trailing down the halls. The door remained open…casting light on the two figures left huddled together in the room.
Grasshop whistled, breaking the silence, “Man, what a party pooper! And here we were all having fun…how rude of him to just leave like that.” He shook his head, antennae twitching as he turned again to look at Aqune, who still stared blankly at the partially opened doorway. “Well, looks like it’s just me and you! That’s okay…we can have fun without him, right?”
Aqune stood and the bug let out a sharp breath, reaching out a hand slowly as the girl walked away from him and towards the door. Aqune poked her head out of the yellow opening and stared down the long shaft, catching Buguese’s image in her eyes. The orbs darkened at his sight. He quickly moved, his capes swirling about him, ponytail swinging back and forth across his back. He didn’t stop to look back, so she watched on. From her lips his name came, though she didn’t know why…It floated empty in the lonely hallway, trying to reach the one it belonged to…but failing…”Buguese…”
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Okay, thats all for part one...I'm working on part 2 now XD I should have it up shortly....maybe tommorrow or by sometime this weekend hopefully! Well, please R & R....hope you liked it....Aqune....XD