Fic:Lambs and Lions
Hi, I'm new to the group, though not new to PSoH fandom. My other stories are posted on the PSoH Fanfic List .
This is my latest and less spell checked fic:
Title: Lambs and Lions
Author: Jessi B.
E-mail: shadowrider@blomand.net
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometime life takes unexpected turns.
Notes: Written at work with no MS Word, thus no spell checking. You
are warned. Just a random thought done in about two hours...
Spoilers for the end of the manga series.
Pairings: Tet-chan/Chris
Strange how the world works. One moment on top of it all, living
among the very sheep you hunt, then brought low by a blonde sheep
that knew too much and yet too little. And the cub...the lamb laid
in the arms of a lion. Foolish of Count D really, to give him charge
over such a thing. A morsel so sweet and young would melt on his
tongue like spun sugar.
Yet...
The boy's soft smile was like wine, an addictive and strange brew of
wine. The thought of the child's eyes glazing, his body stiffening
and growing cold...the thoughts filled him with un-named dread. That
small hand curled tight around his or the blonde head against his
side filled him to bursting with a wonder he'd never known.
None of the other animals looked at him with the same glow in their
eyes, they stood back wary of his claws and teeth. The Count was
Master and though his gaze held affection it never held the all
consuming blaze the the child's did. Blue eyes aglow with delight at
his presence, relief at his touch, and love in everything that he
did.
The Count had chosen him for the sacred duty because he was strongest
and he knew how to obey, knew how to pull back from his animal
instincts.
He had stayed true because the child's eyes made him feel wanted.
The lamb in his arms was more precious then the world. Let D dance
with his human, let the blonde brute do the same. In the end, at the
last of the day he was the one who curled up tight against the little
one, breathing the sweet scent of his charge, hearing the soft
butterfly flutter of the heart...
When it was taken away he put on a strong face, but retreated. The
Count brought him meat, a fresh young human stupid enough to court
the Count's wrath, but he rarely left the room that was his. He knew
when the Count left, looking for his brute, but did not bother to
stir.
The Elder D brought his son to see the fabled tou-tetsu and spoke
lowly of the beast's rappidly failing health. The animal snapped at
them if they approached too closely and in truth only Count D and Pon-
chan could enter without fear of loosing a limb. But the ancient
beast was not dying, he ate, but with no zeal, and he excised, though
the movements were forced. He was unhappy, not sucidal.
Pon-chan went to live elsewhere and the Ds now rarely came to the
wild growth of bamboo forrest save to feed him, and even then they
stayed clear of his undiscriminating claws, shutting the door firmly
behind them.
The door creaked and he growled listening to the Elder D speak. He
ignored the words, they never mattered. It all led to same
conclussion.
"He is quite wild, I fear...In deep mourning. The raccoon sold
several years ago..."
A suit, cologne, and the hesitant steps. No fear. The lack of fear
was enough to bring the beast to immediate awareness. Only a fool
entered his domain with no fear.
"I still...I need to see him..." The voice was a soft tenor unknown
to him, though something in it tugged at him.
"In doing this I can not vouch for your safety."
"He won't hurt me."
"As you wish..." And the door closed. Nothing moved for several
moments. The young man dropped his hat, revealing blonde hair cut
short and stylish. His coat followed, then a gun holster.
"I probally smell...funny," He offered to the bamboo and the beast
within. "It's the stuff my mom gets me..."
/Don't you remember me at all...?/ A soft voice begged silently after
several moments. Fur and claws threw him to the ground, licking away
bitter human made musk to breath...Yes. There, the scent he had ached
for. Older, changed, but not like any other.
"Chris..." He husked, looking up desperatly to find blue eyes alight
with love and joy. His lamb...He purred, and cuddled and fussed over
the man until the blonde laughed and hugged him tight.
"I saw the shop...D and Leon...well The Count says they're ummm...In
China? My Chinese is rusty...and he says...well he said you wouldn't
come because you didn't feel well, but you could..."
"Yes."
"But...I thought you..."
"I feel fine."
"Oh...Then?"
"Yes, I will go with you to China. Someone has to watch your ass..."
"Hey! I happen to be the top in my class when it comes to hand-to-
hand thank you."
"Your teeth are dull, and you have no claws to speak of..."
The bickering continued and outside the door Sofu D smiled softly.
The key to keeping a pet happy was knowing what it needed...
This is my latest and less spell checked fic:
Title: Lambs and Lions
Author: Jessi B.
E-mail: shadowrider@blomand.net
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sometime life takes unexpected turns.
Notes: Written at work with no MS Word, thus no spell checking. You
are warned. Just a random thought done in about two hours...
Spoilers for the end of the manga series.
Pairings: Tet-chan/Chris
Strange how the world works. One moment on top of it all, living
among the very sheep you hunt, then brought low by a blonde sheep
that knew too much and yet too little. And the cub...the lamb laid
in the arms of a lion. Foolish of Count D really, to give him charge
over such a thing. A morsel so sweet and young would melt on his
tongue like spun sugar.
Yet...
The boy's soft smile was like wine, an addictive and strange brew of
wine. The thought of the child's eyes glazing, his body stiffening
and growing cold...the thoughts filled him with un-named dread. That
small hand curled tight around his or the blonde head against his
side filled him to bursting with a wonder he'd never known.
None of the other animals looked at him with the same glow in their
eyes, they stood back wary of his claws and teeth. The Count was
Master and though his gaze held affection it never held the all
consuming blaze the the child's did. Blue eyes aglow with delight at
his presence, relief at his touch, and love in everything that he
did.
The Count had chosen him for the sacred duty because he was strongest
and he knew how to obey, knew how to pull back from his animal
instincts.
He had stayed true because the child's eyes made him feel wanted.
The lamb in his arms was more precious then the world. Let D dance
with his human, let the blonde brute do the same. In the end, at the
last of the day he was the one who curled up tight against the little
one, breathing the sweet scent of his charge, hearing the soft
butterfly flutter of the heart...
When it was taken away he put on a strong face, but retreated. The
Count brought him meat, a fresh young human stupid enough to court
the Count's wrath, but he rarely left the room that was his. He knew
when the Count left, looking for his brute, but did not bother to
stir.
The Elder D brought his son to see the fabled tou-tetsu and spoke
lowly of the beast's rappidly failing health. The animal snapped at
them if they approached too closely and in truth only Count D and Pon-
chan could enter without fear of loosing a limb. But the ancient
beast was not dying, he ate, but with no zeal, and he excised, though
the movements were forced. He was unhappy, not sucidal.
Pon-chan went to live elsewhere and the Ds now rarely came to the
wild growth of bamboo forrest save to feed him, and even then they
stayed clear of his undiscriminating claws, shutting the door firmly
behind them.
The door creaked and he growled listening to the Elder D speak. He
ignored the words, they never mattered. It all led to same
conclussion.
"He is quite wild, I fear...In deep mourning. The raccoon sold
several years ago..."
A suit, cologne, and the hesitant steps. No fear. The lack of fear
was enough to bring the beast to immediate awareness. Only a fool
entered his domain with no fear.
"I still...I need to see him..." The voice was a soft tenor unknown
to him, though something in it tugged at him.
"In doing this I can not vouch for your safety."
"He won't hurt me."
"As you wish..." And the door closed. Nothing moved for several
moments. The young man dropped his hat, revealing blonde hair cut
short and stylish. His coat followed, then a gun holster.
"I probally smell...funny," He offered to the bamboo and the beast
within. "It's the stuff my mom gets me..."
/Don't you remember me at all...?/ A soft voice begged silently after
several moments. Fur and claws threw him to the ground, licking away
bitter human made musk to breath...Yes. There, the scent he had ached
for. Older, changed, but not like any other.
"Chris..." He husked, looking up desperatly to find blue eyes alight
with love and joy. His lamb...He purred, and cuddled and fussed over
the man until the blonde laughed and hugged him tight.
"I saw the shop...D and Leon...well The Count says they're ummm...In
China? My Chinese is rusty...and he says...well he said you wouldn't
come because you didn't feel well, but you could..."
"Yes."
"But...I thought you..."
"I feel fine."
"Oh...Then?"
"Yes, I will go with you to China. Someone has to watch your ass..."
"Hey! I happen to be the top in my class when it comes to hand-to-
hand thank you."
"Your teeth are dull, and you have no claws to speak of..."
The bickering continued and outside the door Sofu D smiled softly.
The key to keeping a pet happy was knowing what it needed...