Duodin, Can I show you the world?

Duodin-Can I show you the world?
Disclaimer: Here we go again. *Pulls out checklist*--;;; Sparky does not own the GW boys or Aladdin. Check! Sparky wishes she did else I wouldn’t have to type this damn disclaimer! Check again! Sparky help Wufei escape from his prison and get laid in the story! Double check! Okay…now about Disney….blah blah….They own the following version of the Aladdin but it has been retold so many different ways…who am I to complain? Any original characters I create are mine and can only be used with my permission. Blah…blah…you get the point.
Created: Friday, June 15, 2001
Revised: Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Warnings: Yaoi! Blah! Boys with boys doing marvelous things! Lemon, Angst, Romance, OOC, all the good stuff that makes a story proud.
Rating: There is actually a range. Wow! PG-NC17=NC17 overall
Pairings/Groupings: 5x2, 6x3x 4, 1xM
Notes: This was suppose to be a Valentine fic that got out of hand!! HEHEE! Duo’s very proud of me at the moment!
Criticism or comments?! Please email at dreamersisle@yahoo.com

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Chapter four: A taste of freedom

The sun had barely risen when Heero had escorted a cloaked figure through the winding labyrinth of the magic castle and through a secret passage. He did not like what he was currently doing but Heero could respect the circumstances behind the act. The figure behind him was dressed poorly, a homeless vagabond.

The disguise was perfect.

“Okay. This is as far as I can go before I am noticed.” Heero turned around to let the figure pass in front of him. The vagabond paused a moment before turning back around, his chocolate eyes gazing briefly at the captain. “You must return before the moon awakens from her next nap of slumber, Fei.” Heero drilled, making sure Wufei knew what he was getting into. A golden arm clasped hard on the vagabond’s left shoulder affectionately, while deep Prussian orbs studied his charge. “Please be careful.”

Wufei smiled through his disguise. His face, caked on purposely with dirt for the journey not be recognized. Most royalty would complain to be covered in such disgusting conditions but Wufei was bouncing inside. He didn’t care because he was too anxious to begin. “Before mother moon awaken from her nap. That would give me two days before the next full moon. I’ve got it, Heero.”

Heero was not finished, nor was he satisfied when he stared deeply into his liege’s eyes to make sure Wufei truly understood the depth of the risks he was about to take. “Wufei, do not let your sense of morality overrule your judgment for your own life. You must remember that your life is precious, sire.”

The words touched Wufei straight to the bone. His heart pulsed with joy for his brother in arms. Heero and Meiran were the only true friends who understood his plight. “I will be careful, Heero. I promise. Thank you for this glimpse. I wish my mother was alive to see me do this.” Wufei then grabbed Heero’s forearms tightly, pulling the older youth for a hug. “I will treasure this gift forever.”

Deeply sighing with visible worry, Heero silently prayed that he would not regret this. He patted Wufei on his back affectionately before releasing him to the world. “Go then, my liege. Time is running short for this escapade.” Heero pointed down a road, a little to the right. “This road will lead you straight to the city. For that brief time, you are just a man…a very observant man. Enjoy your freedom.”

Wufei turned his eyes back towards the road. Hidden deeply within his inner pockets, Heero had secretly secured a pouch of water and a few rations for him to survive for one day. The footsteps behind him soon disappeared into the darkness leaving the fidgeting prince alone to his thoughts. Standing there quietly with the desert wind lightly blowing against his form, the shy prince stood.

Wufei’s instinct told him that he wasn’t fully alone. He knew Heero was waiting there, deep in the shadows, waiting for him to make the first move and truly leave. “Six days,” Wufei whispered softly. Six days before a destiny was chosen for him against his will. He continued to look down the road, listening to the wind whisper softly into his ear. Soft words caressed him, spoken by someone Wufei could not have known since her place was with the creator.

Wufei’s heart already knew the answer without saying one word. A smirk graced his dusty face before turning into a beaming smile. “Well, if I must choose between the beginnings of hell to a simple taste of freedom, then I choose freedom for the moment. May the hourglass of time slow from a fragment of my life so I may see an alternative to what life truly is.” One step…and then another and from the shadows ,Heero Yuy, Royal head and captain of the guards, watched as the heir, Prince Wufei Alexis Mohammed Chang Afir and crown prince of their country, walked away from his golden prison for the first time in his sixteen years.

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Quatre stared at Wufei, the ebony haired teenager smiled, leaning against the console and listening to Duo’s voice. “Wow, Wufei. Even I’m enjoying this. How long did it take you to write this for him?”

Wufei glanced a moment at Quatre answering, “One week,” before he went back to gaze at Duo’s visage. “…while Duo was asleep.”

Smiling in amazement, Quatre blushed in shock. Wufei sacrificed his sleep for Duo. Looking over at the dark youth, overflowing love was radiating from Wufei’s eyes as the Chinese teenager gazed lovingly at the video screen. The blonde pilot bounced in suspense for the appearance of his character. Wufei reassured him, when they began with this little ole project, Quatre would play an important role in the story. Just when Quatre was about to ask the Chinese teenager how much further along, Wufei had sshhed him, trying to hear Duo. “Ssh! He’s starting again.”

Pouting, Quatre ruffled his blonde locks, determined to remain quiet while Duo continued reading.

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Shinigami yawned as the bright morning sun blasted a wave of light in her face within her and Duodin’s humble rooftop home. Humble was an understatement if you call patches of straw and knickknacks everywhere, home. The coolness of the night was fading, the desert air slowly warmed up, taking away the quiet security of peace.

Her agile monkey legs carried Shinigani from her own bed of straw and twigs towards her master’s, who was lying innocently on a patch of straw, crotched in a fetal position. It was time to wake him up for another day of fun and adventure. Every day, in Aquarba, being orphans turned into an adventure. Tricking the castle guards on a daily basis was so much fun. Even though she was a little monkey, Shinigami wanted the best for her master…now if only she could get him up so they could get some breakfast. Thieves had to start out their day with a good breakfast of stolen food. The little monkey did not understand, but food tasted better when stolen. Shinigami crept lightly to the futon where her master laid his silky head, landing gracefully by his head. Allah sure blessed her master to have such good looks even if he was poor.

“Shini…” Duodin moaned in sleep, turning his head not wanting to get up. Shinigami ignored him and continued to play in Duodin’s long hair. Her master was lost in one of those dreams again. The strange tent always formed on his pants when Duodin had those dreams. Maybe it was because her master did not want to get up to face reality. “Quit it! Need more sleep,” Duodin growled, moaning softly, pushing both of his hands firmly between his legs, trying to push down on his morning erection. “You saw I was up late.”

Shinigami rolled her cocoa colored eyes. This monkey was not having it, sinking her craws deep into her master’s scalp and tugging gently at Duodin’s long chestnut locks. If her master did not get up in the next minute, the clothes would be next. Shinigami continued pulling on them until Duodin finally grumbled, “Okay! I’m up!”

Scratching at his groin, Duodin’s big violet eyes blinked blearily at his surrounding. “Sheesh, Shini. I was having a good dream too. I dreamed that I married the prince and we were on our honeymoon. Isn’t that funny?” The little monkey looked up in shock. “I betcha Nana is rolling in her grave for that one. “Some gift of sight I have. I have the funniest dreams, all lies I tell ya.”

The lithe boy stretched his arms high over his head and bent his body like an agile cat. Stretching his tight muscles, Duodin ignored his thumping erection and began to work out to release his stress. His late grandmother always warned him to keep in shape so Duodin practiced his daily exercises before starting his day. Royalty glut toned themselves on the poor, leaving the citizens with barely enough to survive but at a cost. Palace guards fattened themselves on the pleasures of palace life, giving Duodin an advantage over them, since the guards were now slower than the common inchworms compared to him. Only one person gave him a run for his money and that person was the captain himself, Captain Yuy. That one was handsome piece of man, muscular yet he was just too damn uptight! By Allah, Captain Yuy needed to smile a little bit more and maybe he would be perfect…for a camel.

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Duo laughed so hard, he fell to the side, off the carpet. Thank goodness he was already sitting on the floor else, he would be one sore Shinigami. That scene was just so funny. Heero was not there at the mansion, him and Trowa left on a mission earlier in the day. Just his luck for the pilot of Wing, else Duo would be laughing in his face. He could not wait until the came back later on tonight. Trowa is going to be ecstatic. “Wufei must have put everyone in the story.” When and if was Trowa introduced in the story? “Can’t be a love interest for Heero, he’s Meiran’s property. The “real” Heero Yuy and Trowa Barton was currently an item. Giggling at how Wufei trapped his comrades into the story, Duo continued. His audience, secreted in a secret room, chuckled along with him.

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“Okay!” Duodin yelled. The young thief was ready, finger brushing his hair. Desperately in need for a bath because of tonight’s festivity, he would pop over to the oasis when he got a chance today. Duodin signed in thought. Tonight was very special to his tribe-his best friends were getting married. Jasmine and Caleb’s wedding celebration was tonight and though the bride and groom were just as poor as the next citizen was, everyone was going to pitch in to give the couple the best wedding party ever. As best man and friend to the groom, it was Duodin’s job to perform the special dance of prosperity for future luck, a tradition passed down through his family. However, Duodin could not escape if he wanted to from a problem tonight--The young desert fox was sixteen now, betrothal age. Since he was the next of the unmarried bachelors and crown prince of the street rats, tonight would also represent his time for betrothal. Duodin did not want to disappoint his friends and family or banned from his only home. He also, did not want to be treated like cattle either. Tonight was going to be a fantastic but painful night for the young thief. At least, Duodin could get a good meal tonight and a little change as an award for his time.

Everyone who was anyone knew that Duodin may have been a master thief but he was also the best dancer in town. His deceased mother was a concubine of a great king before she fell ill, dying shortly after his birth. His grandmother was then left with the task to raise him. On the other hand, Duodin was eleven before she too succumbed to the Angel of Death. That was five years ago. At sixteen, Duodin’s birthday was coming up really soon.

Many a man and woman desired Duodin because of his unusual beauty. Quite often, the teenager was accidentally mistaken for a girl because of his small frame and exquisiteness. Nevertheless, this worked perfectly as an advantage for the lad. “Yes,” Duo thought. “I am the desert fox. Illusion is my game and survival is just the fact of life.” However, one thing seemed to elude the beautiful lad in his sixteen years of existence. Would he ever find love? Duodin didn’t even know how to answer that. There were always offers just…there was no one in particular, male or female, which caught his fancy. All Duodin knew that if he worked hard enough, he would eventually live in the palace. All of his dreams focused around the magic castle and the magic from within that sacred place. Duodin would stake his virginity on just to find out about the royal family, simply chatting to the crown prince and princess as if they were the greatest of friends. Duo sighed. Life must be beautiful living there and the little desert fox vowed he would get there one day just as his mother had done before him.

“I’d better stop messing around, I need breakfast.” Holding out his arm to Shinigami, the little monkey jumped on. “Come on, Shini, it’s time to go hunting.” Walking over to the window, one-step led another as the lithe young man stopped at a certain stop on the roof. Leaning over, Duodin let gravity guide him, his weight freefalling through the air down from the room with precise ease. On the way down, the fox did two somersaults, bouncing quietly over to the canvas roof of neighbor’s home, before landing to the dirt road with a soft thud. Smirking, landing another perfect dismount, Duodin walked causally away like nothing amazing had just occurred though no one could have done what he just did and come out unharmed.

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The sun rose, Aquarba rising, like a phoenix, both mystical yet beautiful. The silent town slowly came alive with a vengeance and Wufei could not believe the change with his own eyes if he did not see it himself. There was so much going on in so little time and all at the same time. The disguised vagabond watched, as people left their homes, different vendors suddenly appear to organize their wares for another day of bartering. Soon, soft mummers rose in succession when yelling began everywhere. Each vendor was yelling at the top of their lungs like in a competition for their wares to be noticed and the battle against each other for the one with the better price. Wufei tried to keep as inconspicuous as possible, just as he had promised Heero, but it was so hard. Chickens pecked angrily against the wire of their cages as well as various animals, screeching for their freedom. The spirit of Wufei’s ancestors yelled loudly through his ears for injustices, words to free the imprisoned animals rung loud in his ears, yet he reeled his emotions in. Staring in awe, Wufei was thirsty for more knowledge, wanting more.

Wufei’s steps continued a bit further into the town as the disguised prince continued on his journey, always observant of his surroundings. Marveling at the primitive structures of housing, Wufei watched the ordinary people walking by. Different races of people were everywhere-several shades of a rainbow were bustling along to their various destinations. Not one person was alike except for the golden tone of skin due to the abundance of the sun all the time. Wufei’s skin was golden but not as dark as the people he saw. He could tell differences between the classes; the rich from the poor, the baker from the fishmonger. This little venture was turning into such an educational experience.

Further Wufei walked, passing vendor after vendor before he noticed two children standing in a corner in the shadows. They were dressed as he was, staring hungrily at something. His own chocolate orbs followed the line of their hungry gaze focusing on a fruit cart filled with row after row of big juicy apples. Wufei looked from the cart, back to the children and back towards the cart. The vendor would not mind a few missing apples, it was only children as the benefactors. What harm would a few apples do to feed two hungry children? Quietly, Wufei walked over to the cart while the vendor was busy talking to a fellow vendor and plucked two apples right from the cart. He then turned towards the direction of the children motioning for them to come over.

The little boy and older girl shivered in fear for a bit before they looked at each other in reassurance. Nodding their head in agreement, they timidly turned back to Wufei and walked over to him.

Grinning, Wufei continued to reassure the frightened children that he meant no harm. “Here. I won’t bite.”

Something in Wufei’s eyes caused the small children returned Wufei’s smile. They both reached up and gently grabbed the apples, thanking the vagabond for the simple gift. With their prize in hand, they bowed to Wufei and ran off happily, thankful for a meal. Wufei waved goodbye to them as they ran off.

Too bad Wufei didn’t see the owner of said fruit, glaring daggers behind him into his broad back. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Calmly, Wufei turned around, blinking owlishly, down at the irate vendor. The man was shorter than he was and a little overfed if you asked him. The vendor could spare a few apples for children. “Feeding the poor, kind sir?”

“Oh!” The overweight vendor replied, nodding his head in understanding. “Then that will be four sickles.”

Wufei smiled at the vendor. “No problem, my good man.” Wufei then reached into his ripped clothes and searched for some coins. However, his deep chocolate colored eyes reduced to the size of small dots. All of his money was at the palace, maybe he could give him the food stashed on him. Dammit! Wufei was in trouble. He landed right in a situation where Heero specifically told him not to land in. Maybe he could sweet talk his way out of this.” Well sir, I…kind of left my money in the castle.”

The moment the words left out of Wufei’s mouth, the vendor was laughing his butt off. “What?!?!? Are you nuts? You must be, if you think I am going to believe that! You do know the penalty for stealing food?! Better yet, I’m not going to waste my time with the authorities…”

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At that very moment, Duodin was walking through the market, smiling, pulling his charms against the female vendors when he paused to watch the scene between Sharim and a stranger. He saw the stranger feed the children. Strange, he would have done the same thing even if it were his only meal. Now Sharim, the apple vendor, was about to cut off the stranger’s hand with the stupid artifact of his for replacement of his missing apples. Duodin’s instincts were going off the radar to help the stranger and he always trusted his sixth sense when danger was present. His senses were telling him to investigate this newcomer and to help the person out. Slowly, Duodin walked over to the scene, whispering something to Shinigami.

“This will teach you not to steal from me!” The sword within Sharim’s grasp rose like a snake about to strike. Wufei was trying to pull away, from the tight grip on his arm without causing much of a commotion. How would that look? The prince killing a man because he knew he could, the damn guards would drag him back to the castle and this whole plan would blow up in his face. Wufei was in trouble and he had to think fast. In slow motion, the heavy blade was coming down in a circular motion and Wufei could only watch as the blade stopped centimeters from its downward path. Chocolate eyes froze as a pale grabbed the vendor’s wrist. Sharim, the vendor, growled at the interruption for his revenge.

“Sharim? What’s the problem?”

”Eh?” Sharim glared at the newcomer, still trying to finish the job yet the grip around his wrist was stronger. “How dare you?! This petty thief has stolen my apples and won’t pay to replace them, I demand justice else I will call the authorities.”

“Whoa, fella! Duodin held his arms up in defense. The desert fox had to defuse the situation quickly because an agitated man was not a good man. With quick thinking, the thief stared hard at the stranger and then turned back to Sharim. “The guy didn’t mean it. You are so damn quick temper about your damn apples, Sharim. Besides, you can’t harm him. “

Sharim looked at Duodin as if he had lost his mind, “Why the hell not?”

“Because this is my sick cousin…,” Duodin stared hard at the stranger again making sure him the black haired vagabond followed along with him. “I’ve been looking all over the city for him today. He’s new to Aquarba, Right…?”

“Fei,” Wufei yelled, looking a bit crazy to go along with Duodin’s words. If the stranger could help him, he would go right along with him.

“That’s right, it’s Fei. You’ve been very bad today. I’m gonna take you back home and give you your medicine.” Duodin turned back to Sharim, nodding his head. “I’m sorry, Sha! I thought you knew!” Duodin wrapped an arm causally around Sharim’s shoulders. “He’s not all up there. Please excuse his behavior.”

Sharim looked from Wufei’s crazy expressions to Duodin, quite confused. “I heard.” The vendor answered, looking back suspiciously at Wufei. “He thinks he lives in the castle. You should have heard him.”

Duodin shook his head as he walked over to Wufei. Wufei tried to ask what the stranger was trying to do but got a response to play along. His routine didn’t pause a moment since one of Duodin’s gifts was the gift of gab. Each word from the silver tongued fox’s mouth confused the vendor and the confused vendor didn’t even know what hit him. The passion behind Duodin’s words would make a skeptic honestly believe that Wufei or rather “Fei” was a little touched in the head. Duodin continued pulling strings, grasping the firm muscles beneath his fingertips when he grabbed Fei’s forearm. The vagabond had a very nice forearm. Rather than put his arm around Fei’s shoulders, for some reason, Duodin had the strange urge to glomp the hell out of the vagabond. Thinking himself insane, Duodin resting his hand down the mid of Fei’s back.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” Duodin replied, looking at Shinigami. “He thinks the monkey is the sultan.”

Shinigami was currently walking on the apples, about to stuff a couple down her shirt when she heard Duodin speaking about her. When she heard Duodin say, “Sultan”, she put two and two together, imitating the sultan with rapid gestures and aristocratic behavior.

Wufei wanted to laugh so hard watching the monkey imitate his stubborn father though that might blow his cover, so he continued to follow the chestnut stranger’s instructions. Acting insane, Wufei grabbed an apple and offering it to the monkey, bowing low to the floor in reverence, “Oh, great Sultan! Here is but a small gift for your exulted grace!”

Holding on to his stomach reflectively, Duodin almost busted out laughing at their antics, trying very hand to keep his expression serious. The charade continued, Duodin chatted with the apple vendor while motioning behind his back for Wufei and Shinigami to start to move away.

Taking this cue, Wufei was not taking any chances. The disguised prince continued talking to the apple in Shinigami’s hand, bowing continuously to the monkey, the monkey instructing Wufei of his duties within the castle. The two were ever mindful of Duodin’s words.

It wasn’t long before Sharim finally caught on to what Duodin was doing. “Hey! Don’t I know you?”

Shinigami was almost out to the way until she bowed a little too low and some apples rolled out of her vest to the ground.

Uh oh, the gig was up.

Duodin just smiled at Sharim and ran, grabbing onto Wufei’s hand and Shinigami’s body in the process. “Come on, Sultan. Fei needs his medicine!” Duodin could still hear the vendor yelling behind him and soon he was lost into the sea of people with stunned guards who just appeared suddenly behind them to inquire about the commotion. Turning to make sure Shini was behind him, Duodin ducked into an alley.

Wufei panted, trying not to fall as he continued to follow behind the strange boy. He didn’t even notice that he was still holding hands with the smaller lad until he was almost whapped by a braid of hair. When they finally stopped around a corner, the long haired boy told him to be quiet as the guards ran by. Wufei listened careful while his rescuer peeped around the corner checking to see whether or not if the coast was clear.

“Mr. Fei.”

“Hm,” Wufei answered, catching his breath, “Just Fei, sir.”

Duodin looked questionably at Wufei. He had said “mister” to test a theory. “Sir? Now that’s something I’ve never been called. Street rat? Scoundrel? Slut? A bunch of other unmentionables that do not match me but anyway, we have to get somewhere safe. We need to hide out.”

Wufei looked on suspicious.

“Don’t give me that look. The place is hot, with the guards all over and with you dressed like that, you’re an easy target.”

“What?” Wufei looked at Duodin, crazed. Did this boy find out that he was the prince, “Target?”

“Yeah,” Duodin replied, quietly. “I see you’re new to Aquarba. Everyone knows everyone here and everyone knows me. There are a lot of us yet with all that rubbed on dirt on ya, you look new.” Wufei blinked up in surprise. How could this common boy see through his get up? Wufei let Duodin continue to explain before he made a fool out of himself in denial. “Hmmm, you have to have been a run away slave or something. That’s the only answer.”

Stuttering at the audacity of the words, Wufei held his tongue. He was not going to blow his cover just because someone he just met accused him for being a slave, yet there was no way he was going to take it lying down either. After much mental debate, he decided to go alone with it and bring this nutcase down to his level. “Yes. I’ve escaped bright and early this morning,” Wufei replied, sarcastically. “….With the help from a palace guard. He was kind, a life saver.”

Duodin’s lips twitched from Fei’s expression. No thank you? What the hell? Did Fei have any manners? Duodin had just saved his life. By Allah’s, but this person had a chip on his shoulder. Duodin did not want to hear about Fei’s guard friend either; guards did not mix well with him. A tinge of sarcasm hid behind Fei’s smile with an attitude to match behind those deep velvet sexy eyes. Duodin blushed, clearing his throat as he came back to his senses. That slavery comment must have hit a nerve. Oh well. Fei would get over it.

A slight commotion from around the corner had Duodin stopping Wufei’s words flat, placing a hand over the wanderer’s mouth. Now was not the time for an argument to begin. “Damn. We’re got to go.” Wufei was grabbed, pulled quickly down the street, along a darkened side street and then up towards the rooftops. “I hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

While Duodin searched around from something to get them to another roof, Wufei looked at Duodin, rolled his eyes and joined the search. An old pole was lying on the floor in a corner under some planks of wood. Moving the planks out of his way, Wufei walked over and picked up the pole. Smirking, he mentally calculated the distance between the two and moved back far enough for a jump.

Duodin stopped his searching when he saw Wufei take a flying run, catapulting to the other side by the wooden pole.

Duodin’s mouth dropped to the floor.

On the other roof, from the other side, Wufei smirked before he threw, aiming his pole at Duodin. Duodin smirked highly impressed, yet thankful this person was not a wimp, grabbed the pole one handed. He back up a few steps, before running the distance, catapulting his slender body over to the other roof while Wufei watched, armed crossed over his chest.

“Never underestimate.” Duodin told himself. Rolled his eyes at Fei’s smug look, Duodin began running again. “You better be able to keep up.” He yelled over his shoulder

Smiling in amusement, Wufei continued smirking. He wanted to wipe that smirk out of his rescuer’s face. “Give me your best shot, little boy.”

“Little boy?!?!” Duodin shrieked. Fei had crossed the line. No one talked about his height. So what if he was a tad bit shorter than Fei, he could still kick this guy’s butt across the country. Duodin was going to wipe that smug look off Fei’s face and see if he liked it. “Okay, well see what you say when we get to the oasis.”

“Oasis,” Wufei’s smile dropped. “We’re going to an oasis?”

Duodin glared at the stranger. “Didn’t you hear me the first time when I said I had things to do?”

“Yes but….” Wufei muttered, worried his cover might be blow if he was clean again. Dammit! Why did he put himself into these situations?

TBC

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Author’s Notes: Thank goodness!! I’ve finally finished this chapter! I think I’m getting a little bit better since things are shaping up and I have a script from the Disney Versions of Aladdin. I so did not want to watch it again. I watched the films more than seven times and it came on again on the Disney channel not too long ago.

Did you see the reactions? HEHEH I’m trying to make a subtle…with simple teasing. Two days should be enough time to find your soul mate right?

Next chapter: Water, food and fun!! It must be a party and Wufei is going to be shocked to never underestimate a made up Duodin.