[fic] wild wild west - 4
Title: Wild, Wild West
Length: 4 / 5
Author: tftcproductions
Rating: NC-17 (not now)
Genre: romantic drama
Warning: This fic contains very innocent Jaejoong, Yunho being possessive, and Shiwon being an idiot. Also mild violence, pillaging, burning stuff. Naughty words.
Summary: Yunho is the leader of the Shinki Tribe, a tribe of Indians who roam the American plains and pillage towns for resources and recreation. When the tribe sets its sights on a small quaint town in the middle of nowhere, Yunho finds a treasure that was so sinful and tempting he could not keep his hands off: Kim Jaejoong, the son of a wealthy oil tycoon and fiance to the small business man Choi Siwon.
plot by gaypop
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 |
Before we start I wanna tell you that River Dove is Junsu, Sings with Crows is Yoochun, and Long Legged Raven is Changmin.
The four warriors smiled widely, looking between themselves with a child like excitement in their eyes. Yunho watched them with joyful pride as they talked hurriedly around the small circle. All of them were animated about the upcoming Jumon Dance. The warriors were going to play a main role in the dance that would inspire not only them but the whole tribe, and to bring such strength and blessings to their people was a wonderful honor.
Yunho felt the same, but for a very different reason. This dance was his chance to prove his worth to this tribe. Mainly to the elders who had looked down on him ever since he gained his title. He was excited to preform, yes, but the idea he was dancing for wouldn't sit with him.
As one of the warriors laughed loudly and began slashing around exaggeratedly in mock of the dance Sparrow tapped his finger tips lightly against Yunho's bare shoulder. The small man motioned for Yunho to follow him and the two walk off a few feet from the other warriors.
Sparrow nervously shifted as he spoke. "Blackbird left last night. The elders do not wish you to know, but I feel you should know." He looked up into his chief's eyes with a serious disposition, "I would have told your father."
Yunho breathed out his nose in a calming manner and claps his hand over Sparrow's thin shoulder. "Thank you, my friend," he smiled widely. "I must speak with them now." He gave another thankful pat before walking towards the elders tent.
Watching him with his hands tightly clasped together at his waist, Sparrow allowed himself a happy smile before turning to continue his errands.
~
In the thick hide of Yunho's tent Jaejoong sat up awake tracing his fingers along his naked legs as if remembering the tight grip Yunho had on them last night. He pressed his fingers against the still reddened skin and smiled despite himself.
Jaejoong knew he should regret losing his virginity to the near stranger. He knew because of his moral Catholic upbringings and the horror stories his tyrannical Father ranted to him about the 'savages', but he does not. He loved it, and he misses it, and he found himself wishing he didn't have to wake up alone wanting more.
The blonde haired boy covered his mouth with his hand as he let out a low giggle.
Just then, the tent opening lifted and River Dove and Sings with Crows stepped inside. They watch lightly amused as Jaejoong covers himself up more with the fur covering himself and blush a dusty pink. "Eagle of the Sun told us to show you the tribe," River Dove spoke up softly.
"If you want to," Sings with Crows spoke up, his eye brows to the top of his wide forehead, "if you are able to," he added when Jaejoong tried to stand and instead winched loudly and clutched his lower back.
"No," Jaejoong waved them off and forced himself to stand up, "I would love to go outside." The boy stood up and the two turned to allow him to pick up his scattered clothing and get dressed. He was sorry he ripped Yunho's pants last night, but grateful to the man for leaving his clothing in tact. It made sense though, such beautiful and well made clothing must have taken a long time to create, and Yunho would have been in no hurry to destroy it no matter how raunchy he became. The thought of Yunho being so in control of himself made Jaejoong smile.
He dressed quickly and followed the two men out of the tent. Sunlight hit him hard, but Jaejoong and the others were quick to adjust to it. The boy looked around in awe at the ring of tents around Yunho's all standing so tall and painted with beautiful unique designs.Jaejoong looked up at the designs on the chief's tent. There was not much difference, except it was all in warm tones and the lines and shapes reached much higher up than any of the others.
When he turned around he instantly focused on a giant pile of wood being neatly stacked in the middle of the camp. "What is that?" he asked.
"Jumon Dance," River Dove explained loudly and happily, "when night falls the fire will be lit and we will dance in the light."
Jaejoong decided it's best not to speak up about what Yunho said last night. He nodded softly and smiled and the three continued walking.
River Dove lead them to a group of warriors standing around talking. The four all turned and greeted them in a friendly manner before settling their eyes on Jaejoong's nervous body. "They are the top warriors in the village. They fight next to Yunho," River Dove said. The men introduce themselves, all surprisingly knowing their names in English and saying it easily. White-Winged Cardinal was a man with plate sized hands nodded politely, while Blue Bird with Courage had feminine features but a cold stare. Little Grassbird was a pudgy older man with a bright smile.
The last boy was tall and lanky looking and presented himself with an air of authority. He stepped forward and wrapped Jaejoong in a hug. "I am Long Legged Raven," he said as he let go, "I am one of Eagle of the Sun's closest warriors." he dropped his long arms to the side and a serious smile set on his handsome face, "The people are happy you are here. You will make Eagle of the Sun happy."
Jaejoong's face heated up as he returned the smile. "Thank you," he said in a hushed and flustered voice because he didn't know anything else to say.
Only a few other words were exchanged before the group excused themselves to get prepared for the dance. River Dove and Sings with Crows started walking away, looking over their shoulder and motioning Jaejoong to follow. He did so with nothing more than excitement.
They lead him to the edge of the camp where a group of woman were preparing food. A fire stood 10 feet away from the nearest tent and was fashioned with a complex looking wooden shelf holding up large metal pots over the flame. The bottoms of the pots were ash black but from the tops a beautiful stream of steam boiled form the inside and it reminded Jaejoong of how hungry he was. Then Jaejoong's eyes panned over to a rack a few more feet away that had the skin of a deer stretched over it, the woman surrounding it were cutting the fat from it's fur and it's thinning hide was a ghastly shade of red and bright pink. The man's stomach lurched a bit and his hunger again stopped bothering him.
Sings with Crows tapped his shoulder and pointed to the woman cooking in a way suggesting they go and talk with them when out of the corner of his eye Jaejoong caught another woman sitting off from the rest. She was sitting on a small over turned basket and surrounded by other baskets full of different roots and barries. He instantly registered one thing about her, that she was white. Jaejoong began rushing towards towards her, the two jogging behind him slightly, and the woman had a wide smile on her face when he reached her.
The woman placed the food on her lap neatly into a basket and stood up to great Jaejoong with an extended hand. The hand shake was a familiar greeting Jaejoong wasn't aware he missed. "My name is Mocking Bird Washed Out by the Stream," she said in English, "or you may call me Hyori."
Jaejoong watched in shock, his mouth parted in an excited disbelief. "Were you taken like I was?" he asked the first thing that came to his mind without thinking how personally invasive it was. But she just smiled and reached out to cup his shoulder in a reassuring and friendly manner. It calmed his racing mind and her beautiful smile made one tug at his lips.
Hyori pulled an empty basket from behind the pile and over turned it besides hers. She motioned Jaejoong to sit with her and River Dove and Sings With Crows sat cross legged on the ground in front of them. "I wasn't taken like you were, Jaejoong," she started simply, "but I did I grow up among white people."
Jaejoong was still confused, his eyes wide under his knotted eyebrows. "Are you why every one around here knows English so well?" he asked.
She nodded. "When the Chief took interest in it and I started teaching him many people in the tribe wanted to learn."
"The Chief?" Jaejoong repeats, "Eagle of the Sun?"
"No, our father," she rose one eyebrow and casted her glance down sadly as if remembering something, "he was the one to adopt me into the tribe."
"Wait," the blonde sat up straighter, "you said our, as in you and Eagle of the Sun were...,"
He trailed off and she picked it up with a knowing laugh, "Yes, he is my half brother." When Jaejoong's confusion didn't leave his face she continued her explanation. "My mother, well our mother, was kidnapped from the tribe by my father. He took her many miles away in hopes that the Chief wouldn't bother coming after her, but he did. He hunted for 7 years until he found the man and me." She paused and her face lit up in a prideful glow, "My mother was killed in child birth so I never knew her, but when the Chief saw me he said he could see her in my eyes and that was enough for him to bring me into the tribe." Her smile was brilliant when remembering a story seemingly so sad, but to her was a happy memory. "The elders didn't want me to be brought in, and his brother Running Robin especially hated me, but he did what he knew was right."
She paused again and looked up into Jaejoong's eyes. A soft venerability flashed in her pretty smile for a moment. "The same thing Eagle of the Sun is doing now," her voice lowered to half a whisper, "I am proud of my brother."
Jaejoong's face heated up and he turned away in embarrassment. He cupped his knees and pursed his lips in a fight with a smile. He rolled his shoulder as he tried to change the subject away from himself, last night still burning too hotly on his skin. "So... why are you not in charge like Eagle of the Sun or Blackbird?"
"Because I am an outcast," she answered easily, "I am different and feared. I am half white man- the white devil they are called." She shrugged lightly and never faltered her smile. "I don't blame them for fearing me. I know some will understand and some wont. I've learned that forcing myself on my mother's people will not make them accept me any faster."
Jaejoong looked over at the other woman still cooking. "Do any of them like you?"
"There are many here people I consider friends," Hyori looked lovingly around at the warm atmosphere, "but as long as the elders still do not trust me I can't be anything more than an average woman." She let out a deep and haggard sigh.
She turned to Jaejoong and her smile melted into a harsh gaze. "Running Robin is the brother of the late Chief. He hates all white people and I know he is not happy to have you in the tribe. He was overshadowed by his brother and now Eagle of the Sun is doing the same thing."
In a startled voice Jaejoong pressed forward. "What can we do?" he asked.
"Do?" the woman repeated, "there is nothing to do. Just stay away from him, and know my brother is a good man who looks out after this family. He will fight to the death for the people he loves because that is what an eagle does. He is the protector of the sky."
With her words Jaejoong's fear melts into something heavier. It pulls down his throat and sinks his stomach so he uses his hands to brace it. He felt a surge of tearful happiness crawling over the back of his eyes and didn't know how to sort through it all. Hyori held out her hand and her accepted the comforting warmth.
They sat in silence for a handful of seconds as Jaejoong mind screamed in function. It was as if everything he had ever known was changed and he was newly lost. Jaejoong closed his eyes and faded the world around him. The town, his father, Siwon, he all faded into the golden embers he could recall from that night and used Hyori's strong hand and the knowledge that she had been were he stood to drag himself back down to the overturned basket he was sitting on, in the Shinki tribe surrounded by people who had reached out and saved him. However unpractical of a way it had happened. Jaejoong felt his life leave his easily and in the same way he had woken up that morning he felt no regrets.
~
Curling out of the elders pipe, smoke blew violently into Yunho's open eyes. The Chief was far to used to the smokes burning sensation for him to push it away. His eyes did not blink under the glare of Running Robin's sunken eyes.
"We do not know where Blackbird is," one of the elders sitting to the right of Running Robin speaks up, "we would not have him leave before such an important dance,"
Yunho nodded dismissively. He held out his arms in a manner suggesting his eagerness for his questions to actually be answered. "I understand, but yet Blackbird is still missing. Seeking you was the last thing I ordered him to do and I know you enjoy giving him tasks in your name."
"Do not offend us so by saying we have cast an order without the consent of our Chief." That made Yunho bite his tongue. He knew the elders arguments well and the questioning of their honor was something brought up only if they had nothing else to use as an excuse.
Pursing his lips together harshly and drawing back his extended arms sharply enough to show that the argument had been given up, Yunho bowed his head. He knew not to press the elders to far.
Running Robin gently lowered his head in agreement. "Very good my Chief," His smirk pulling at his pealing lips. He looked back up and a malicious domination in his eyes snapped in Yunho's direction. It was like a wolf challenging the pup to try and get to a fresh kill before him. "This night the dance is in your hands alone for the first time. I pray your father's hat does not fall from your head."
That insult was much more offensive than anything Yunho had said to the elders, but they all ignored it. They sided with Running Robin and masked themselves in the same expression he wore so well.
Yunho glared back at the elder through narrowed eyes. His bare chest rose and jutted out in a natural defense gesture. he could not strike the old man but he fiercely wanted to. "The feathers of the Shinki Tribe belong to me now," he growled. Then he turned briskly and ducked out of the elders tent.
~
Hyori took it upon herself to introduce Jaejoong to the woman and then lead him and River Dove and Sings with Crows back to the middle of the camp. The sun would set in less than an hour and people were already beginning to gather and watch as the wood pile for the fire was finishing being built.
"The fire will be lit when the shy is red in the setting sun," Hyori explained, "and as the sky darkens the fire of the tribe will cast light like a new sun. It's flame will be an eye of death in a world of black."
Jaejoong got the shivers from her explanation. He understood then why Yunho didn't care for the dance. "It does not sound like a very uplifting thing," he whispered in her direction.
"It may sound like a strange thing to pray for, but it does it's job of lifting the warrior's fighting spirit," Hyori answered. Jaejoong nods silently.
The blonde looked around at all the people who are watching in excitement. Their eyes were wide in adoration for the large fire and anxiousness for the dancers. He sees in their faces that they are not just celebrating death, but also the survival of those that killed. In his sheltered life he never truly grasped the idea of war or victory and loss until it was thrust upon him in the flurry of a golden horse's mane. But now he faintly grasped that fighting was done to protect and to save those you cared for. Death, he figured, was a necessary thing brought about in times of desperation and defense.
Though he was slowly starting to become unafraid of the idea of the spell Jaejoong still couldn't figure out why they needed it. What battle was coming up that they needed victory in?
"Jaejoong," Hyori called the man back to the moment. She smiled and pointed up at the setting sun. The clouds overhead had started fading out to light shades of pink and orange. "Just a little longer then the fire will be lit and the dance will begin."
A smile formed on Jaejoong's face as he looked up into the heavenly colors painting the clouds. He felt excitement like all the other people surrounding him. Excitement not only to see the dance, but also to see Yunho again. The day without him had felt so long.
~
While the sun slowly set on the dusty horizon Yunho had to drag his feet back to the elders tent to get prepared for the dance. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction of his lingering bitterness from their argument, but his duties came first and foremost.
He parted from the group of other dancers putting on their costumes and went to the largest tepee in the tribe. Inside the elders were standing in a half circle, their eyes all showing their patient judgement, and two young woman were holding armfuls of his costume.
Yunho approached them with a high held head and pulled the circle of eagle feathers form the girl's arms to place atop his head. The beads around the thick leather band holding the headdress together fell about Yunho's forehead and cheeks, small and thin bones of a giant bird falling in two ribbons on either side of his head. With the feathers cascading around his burning golden eyes he lifted his face to look at the circle of elders. They watched him with proud taught smiles, their jerky skin tight and dark around their jaws.
The old men lowered their heads. Yunho bowed his own and stood.
The line of feathers fell down to the floor, bristling with the cloud of dirt it kicked up. The young girl stepped forwards and tied thick straps of buffalo leather around Yunho's forearms and across his broad chest. The leather was decorated in long colorful lines much like the ones on his tepee. When she finished the two girls stepped back and stood against the wall.
Running Robin stepped forward lifted a small pouch to the man. Yunho opened the flap and pulled out a long necklace of chizzled bone and bird claws. He lifted it to his Chief's throat and tied the straps of leather behind him, clasping the white necklace in place so it fell over his naked chest. In the center of the necklace, where the man's heart is, the skull of an eagle hung. It's beak was painted bright gold and though it was chipped and faded it still shone in the dim light.
Running Robin's hands stayed in the air. His arms outstretched to Yunho, a wide smile cracking his lips. "Fly forever in the sky," he said slowly, pronouncing each syllable loudly and pridefully. The other elders surrounding him lifted their arms and repeated the phrase in a conjoined echo. Yunho bowed again and slipped out of the tepee.
Sparrow was waiting for him outside. The old man lifted a thick buffalo hide, it's fur brushed and bristled and it's leathered skin painted with the images of the tribe warriors hunting and birds flying among clouds. Yunho lowered his head and lifted his arms, allowing Sparrow to drape it over him. It sat so it's art was facing out, the fur of the buffalo only visible in two folded pieces on Yunho's chest that were pulled back to reveal his necklace.
With a proud face Sparrow clasped Yunho's shoulder. "Eagle of the Sun," he whispered, "you are a strong man, and a strong chief. Your father would be blessed to see you so beautiful in his headpiece."
Yunho stepped closer to the old man and held him by both his shoulders. "You are my friend, Sparrow. My people, my father's people, are the strength that fills me." He let go of him and turned to walk away. The old man lowered his chin to his chest to hide his wet eyes form his chief.
In the middle of the camp the fire was surrounded by people eager for the start. It's embers were climbing to a full height over the blackening wood and the sun was casting the clouds above in crimson and purple watercolors. Warriors knelt not a foot from the fire holding weapons and drums. The ones holding them looked up at their Chief with their fingers twitching over the sharp steal and taughtly drawn hides.
Around the excitement of the dance no one was looking out to the outskirts of the camp where a handful of shadows had stowed themselves behind a cluster of trees to patiently wait for the show to start.
A/N: I know it's been to long and if you guys want to hate me I'm totally cool with it. But before you hack into my lj account and find my address and assassinate me... know I love you.
Thank you so much for reading and please leave a comment. :]