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Nesting Habits: Fledgling Flights	By : trystkinkou Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Fledgling Flights

Author: Kinkou
Rating: M
Genre: AU Romance/Humor
Pairing: Jono/Seth,
Disclaimer: I do not hold any rights to anything in the Yugioh world. That all remains with its creator. And no moneys have exchanged hands.
Chapters {4/?}
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“Jono!” Looking up, Jono quickly focused on the tricolored blur closing in. Almost before he could raise his arms, the blur collided with his chest. “I missed you!” The blur turned Heba smiled.

Cuddling his little friend, Jono laughed. “Heba, you just saw me this sunrise.” He’d be greatly pressed to tell the little one he’d missed him also. Lately, Jono’s talents were screaming danger, but nothing would become clear in his visions. Worried, Jono’d begged the Atlantean Lord to prepare for the worst , and the Lord had. The Lord called emergency meetings of both Councils to initiate protocols. Combined armies and guards deployed to key points. Gateways, the physical locations where the PLanes were thinnest, being the heaviest guarded. Some, untrusting, held the human guards to the outskirts, far from the Gates while other cities allowed the humans full access. It’d been almost five months since, and everyone was starting to doubt the warnings. Everyone, but the Atlantean Lord.

In secret, the Lord had positioned special Planer Guards at each Gatepoint with harsh words to close the Gates against any be they human or PLaner that tried to access without proper authorization; once battle ensued, no one could access on pain of death. Cruel...yes, to those that could not cross the Planes on their own, but necessary if anything should go wrong.

Jono was glad Heba could visit him and Ki for a bit. The now four solstice old child’s laughter brightened up Jono’s rather gloomy days. With the threats and rumors of an uprising in Egypt, both the Pharaoh and High Priest were needed. Jono remembered the day Seth flew in on Nefer; Heba squealing on her back. Seth was supposed to be staying with the little prince and beloved while Nefer had some important news for Ki. No sooner than the pair landed, than the Atlantean Lord greeted them-frown firmly in place. They’d only been allowed a hug, before the pair flew off once more; Heba tightly held against Jono’s own small frame. Everyone thought it’d be a quick flight there, maybe a week at most and then back to their loved ones. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Already a month passed and still the High Priest could not return.

The Pharaoh had sent word for Heba to remain with Jono under the Atlantean Lord’s protection. It was too dangerous for the little prince to return; plans were even started to possibly send Heba’s little brother over as well. In the end, Heba stayed with Jono and his brother went with their mother to visit their clan. Jono’s mind raced as thoughts of his upcoming Mating rose. The Atlantean Lord had planned it grandly, since Ki and Seth were both too busy with their duties- more like the Lord bullied them and took over- to plan the celebrations. Only a month away and Jono was nervous. With all the preparations and protections, Jono could not understand why Seth’s and his mating had to be so large/complex while Ki and Nefer’s was so simple. “Stupid politics.” Jono cursed under his breath, smiling innocently when Heba looked up. “So what shall we do now, little one?”

Heba leaned back in thought. It was such a beautiful day. “Can we go to the beach and watch the ships?”

“Hmmm. I don’t see why not. His Lordship gave me the rest of the day off and Ki’s got guard duties. It is nice out. How about we make a picnic and invite others with us? I’m pretty sure we could get a game going.”

Bouncing, Heba cheered. “YES! Want some Khla pudding, please!”
“Of course, but you have to eat something else first.” Jono chuckled.
“Khla cookies.” Heba nodded sagely.
Shaking his head, Jono started towards the Atlantean Lord’s chambers. “We’ll see.” It didn’t take long to arrive, but Jono was surprised to see the door closed. “Is the Lord in?”
“He’s currently in the Human Council chambers.” One of the guards said-more like sneered. Jono frowned. These two were not any guards he’d seen before, but with the preparations Planers were brought in from other areas. Strange that he’d spoken to Jono in such a manner, though. Shrugging it off, Jono asked if they could leave a message. “We don’t have time to deal with a mixed blood. Have one of the servants do it.”

Mouth set in a firm line, Jono nodded turning around. That was too strange by far. Thinking he’d better report to the Lord or Ki about the encounter, Jono almost forgot about Heba when he squirmed in Jono’s arms. “Sorry, little one. I almost forgot what we were doing.” Quickly, Jono spotted a maid rushing by further down the hall. “Excuse me!” He called out to catch her attention. Making sure the guards could to hear him- for some reason his instincts screamed they should not know what was said- “Can you please tell the Atlantean Lordship and Ki, the Black Dragon, that Prince Haba and Ward Jono will be going to the western beach?” At her smile and nod, the two went off to pack the picnic and gather their friends.

It was nearing nooning when the small group arrived. Only six of seven ended up being able to come. It was just too much to ask for both twins to not be grounded at the same time. Jono set the basket down while watching everyone. Heba, Kazuki, and Arach ran across the sands, laughing, as Odion and Akefia tried to tag them. Akefia’s silver hair flashed in the bright sun as he almost reached Kazuki’s arm only to stumble at the last moment. Kazuki couldn’t resist turning his head to taunt his pursuer; unfortunately, Arach was doing the same to his. Both ended up in a twisting of limbs and Arach’s black mane tangled hopelessly around them. Odion stood over the pair laughing maniacally, his pale blond hair thrown back. Akefia soon joined him. Smiling, Jono could not help but feel peace for the first time in the past month. Gathering the group together, they finally settled on a water game in the shallows. Water splashed back and forth in a game of water tag. None noticed the silent figure sitting in a rock’s shade further off; watching the young ones playing.

Food soon appeared as worked up appetites rumbled empty bellies. All six sat in awe watching the sunset over the waves. Standing, Jono stretched. “We better start heading back. It’s getting late.” He bent down to pick up the drowsing Heba while the others grabbed the rest. Once everything was packed, they started back. Their laughter and conversations almost masking the unusual silence around. Shushing everyone, Jono strained to hear. Nothing. None of the night birds sang. Nothing stirred. Unnerved, the boys crept closer to town.

For a moment, they thought the sun was setting again. But it was in the wrong direction and far too late. Fear ate at their hearts, but Jono was the only one who knew for certain what was happening. Clutching the sleeping Heba tighter, Jono knew where to go. He despised what was to happen, but it was a destined necessity. “Heba, wake up. I need to talk to you.” Jono whispered, motioning for the others to follow off the path. Heba woke quickly, rubbing his eyes. Before he could whine, Jono clasped his hand over the little one’s mouth. “Shh. Listen. You know the Councils were preparing for an attack, correct?” The other five nodded silently. “It looks like it's started. Right now, we are not safe. We need to find cover. I know where to go, but it is in the heart of the town. We’ll see things that will scare you, but you must be brave and silent.”

“Shouldn’t we try to make it to the Gatepoint?” Odion hissed quietly.

Jono shook his head. “At the first signs of attack the Gatepoint guards were ordered to close the Gates. Anyone trying to pass will be killed regardless if it is someone they know or not; Planer or human doesn’t matter.”

“But why?!” Kazuki barely kept himself from screaming.

“The Atlantean Lord did not know who is friend or foe right now. To be safe, he called his special guards to protect the Gatepoints. And believe me, Justicars will carry out their orders. They are bound to the balance of the Planes and will ensure that nothing happens that will threaten either one.”

Arach whimpered quietly. “What about going back to the caves along the beach? No one would find us there.”

Jono sighed. It was times like this Jono really wished he could tell his friends about his visions. He hated lying to them. But of all the paths, the caves were the worst for them. “No. We don’t know when we’d be able to leave and those caves flood with the tides.” Turning, Jono started towards his goal. “There’s a hidden room under the Center’s fountain with spells for protection.” Oh how he hated lying. “We’ll be safe there.” He almost choked on his words. No one on the island was truly safe and his little friends’ lives would be harsh from here on out, but at least they would survive; finding a semblance of happiness along the way.

It was slow going. Step by step, Jono led his friends further into the town. He tried to avoid the worst of the fighting, but it was nigh impossible. Bodies littered the streets. Human, Planer, Bloodling, men, women, and children all lay silently in pools of blood. Heba cried quietly; head hidden within Jono’s neck. Nightmares would surely haunt the boys for years to come.
Creeping along, they froze at screaming to their left. Hidden behind a fallen statue, the boys froze in horror as the scene unfolded. Human soldiers drug Planers and Bloodlings alike from the surrounding houses to stand in front of the Center’s fountain. The boys very goal. The humans from the houses made to stand slightly off. Soldiers snarled and cursed the humans; beating them as the soldiers pulled them further away. Frightened, the Planers and Bloodlings shook watching their loved ones handled so roughly. Once all the houses were cleared and all of Planer blood grouped in front of the fountain, the soldiers laughed. Cruelty dripped from their throats as four humans stepped forward. They wore beige robes with dark green trims; Heba shivered from the malicious ribbons they exude. Raising their arms in unison, a single word echoed in the sudden silence as a barrier surrounded the Planer bloods. Slowly over several minutes, Jono swore the barrier was shrinking. A few more and he was certain. All sides of the barrier closed in; inch by inch upon the group inside.

The boys’ tears flowed as they watched the screaming, frantic Planer bloods beating against the barrier. Mothers cuddled their crying children as the others strove to shield the press with their own bodies. No sounds escaped the barrier, but their loved ones’ on the outside screams drowned everything else. And still the soldiers laughed. Jono’s eyes widened as he kept Heba’s head tightly held away. He wished he could do the same to his other friends, but knew that like him, they needed to see. It would be the only way their clans would have access to this memory. But Heba… he was too young. Jono’d rather deny this gruesome memory to the rest of the Magician Clan rather than scar the poor child further.

Jono thought the barrier would cease shrinking after all the bodies piled up, but no. It continued until nothing solid remained. Bile rose in his throat when finally the barrier vanished and a red viscous liquid flooded the Center and the fountain ran red. He barely heard the other boys vomit over the wails of the family members. Before anyone could notice them, Jono pushed his friends further away to hide in one of the already ravaged houses. Sitting behind a partition in a hidden cooling cellar, Arach and Kazuki cried silently; Akefia muttered curses under his breath while Odion just stared forward in shock. Jono rocked Heba, who sobbed loudly. He was glad he’d managed to cast a simple silence spell to ensure no one heard them. Sighing, Jono raised his head; gold locking on dark brown tiredly. Jono closed his eyes as he waved their shadow over. He’d known the other watched them this whole time. Of all his visions, this was the most detailed and clear. Hence why he could not stop it. Somethings are just destined to happen and no amount of changes will stop it. “Baldr, I know you’ve been following us. What’s going on?”

His nephew sighed. “The Dark Faction has revolted against the Planers.”

“We see that much.” Gold never left his nephew’s darker brown. “Try again. I think you mean the Human Council’s traitors finally made their move.”

Surprised, Baldr gasped. “How did you…?”

Jono waved his question off. “Several suspected that was the case and the Atlantean Lord prepared.”

“Not well enough.” Baldr’s laugh rang hollow. “The Councils have fallen and so will the Planes.” Saddened, his eyes lowered to his hands. Stained with blood only he could see. “All because of me.”

Jono normally would reach out to comfort his nephew, but now he only watched. “Why don’t you explain it to us.” Not a question but an order.

“Ever since the Councils joined, there have been those plotting its fall. It wasn’t until after the final ‘Origin’ Bloodling’s birth that they joined with some of their strongest sympathizers.”

“The Norse Lord.” Jono’s frigid tone spoke for itself.

“Yes. Grandfather despised how the Planers thought they were equal to humans. He hated it even more that he ‘was forced to rut some animal to beget an abomination’. But he hid it well. Using his place in the Councils, he and a few others sabotaged where they could. He… asked me to aid him. I was supposed to gather information from you to pass onto him. I was so proud, so honored, and so very gullible to believe the sweet words and praise. I wanted to avenge my sister’s death. Grandfather told me her illness was a lie and she was murdered by her supposed beloved. I also wanted to prove I could be the best choice for Head after Father took over.” A tear silently fell; unnoticed others soon followed. “But… but it was all lies. I met such a sweet, lively girl with the brightest smile and he laugh chased the darkness away. I loved everything about her; from her gentle blue-green locks to her sea foam feathers. She was perfect, my beloved Takiy. It didn’t matter that she was of the Gambler Clan nor a Planer. She showed me the truth behind Grandfather's lies.”

Baldr’s look drew away into his memories. A sad smile graced his thin lips. “But even that was too good to last. Grandfather tricked us into joining him to ‘talk’ about our relationship.” His breath stuttered slightly. Taking a deep breath, he forged on. “I should have suspected something. I mean as much as he hated Planers to suddenly wanting to discuss our future. I should have seen the betrayal coming. We met him in a cave down by where you were earlier. He smiled at us when he said he couldn’t be happier to see us. Then we were ambushed. Members of the Dark Faction separated us. Some tied me back against a wall while the Dark Druids took my Takiy to the center where some form of altar was created. I couldn’t do anything but curse and watch as they bound her down and mutilated her. Her screams will haunt me beyond my death. Their peeling her skin from her body; removing each lovely feather from her wings and hair; her blood flowing through the runes carved within the rock floor. It was my Takiy’s life energy that disguised the assassins to storm the Lords’ chambers undetected. Grandfather brandished one of the knives through the whole ordeal.”

His eyes bore into Jono’s. Jono could almost see the horrors housed there. “And he spoke. Everything he’s done, he crowed about it in pride. What he told me about Syr’s death was only partly true. When he found out about the betrothal, he slowly poisoned her until she was weak. Then when she could not defend herself, he raped her multiple times with his body and daggers. When he had his fill, he called in one of the Dark Druids. He stole her soul and energy to further their devices. His granddaughter. He had no problem sacrificing his own flesh and blood. He’s convinced she betrayed him. I’m certain if I remained after the revolt, I’d be just as dead to him.”

Jono swallowed. He’d hoped his feelings were false, but not even he could grasp how dark his father’s soul delved.

“I know I can’t stop him. I can’t stop the revolt, but I CAN take away what he desires most.”

A chill traveled down Jono’s spine. His mouth dried but he still forced his question out. “What is that?” Quiet barely above a whisper, it came. The others held their own breathes.

Hard brown eyes stared into his younger uncle’s. “Your death.” To the point, Baldr didn’t flinch. “I can’t get you across the Gates; the Dark Druids have already cast spells using the other ‘Origin’ Bloodlings’ energies to bind the passages. Any trying to pass will either die or be reduced to mindless slaves for the Dark Faction’s uses.” Rummaging through his clothes, Baldr removed a small amulet. The basic rune for protection sat innocently, but the spell Jono could see was far different. “I was going to give this to my beloved, but… your need is greater now. I’ll lead you to a group of human prisoners. I must warn you, it will not be easy. You’ll have to survive the mistreatment, but you will live. The Dark Faction is taking all enemy humans back to the mainlands as slaves. Hopefully after a while, you’ll be able to skip Planes again. But it will not be safe for a long time, so be wary.”

The little stone glittered in the light. Jono could easily slip out and escape almost unnoticed. The shifting in his arms reminded him he was not alone. Quickly, Jono woke the little Heba up. Taking the stone, Jono handed it to Heba. “Heba, I know your mother was teaching you to mimic the spell ribbons on objects. Do you think you can mimic the ribbons on this amulet onto us because right now you’re the only one that can.”

Little teeth worried his lip. Heba thought hard. Finally he nodded, “I think so. Momma said I was really good at mimicking.”

“Them I need you to do this as quickly as you dare. It’s very important.” Heba took the stone, but his eyes were scared. Concentrating, he tried to copy the ribbons around Odion, but they unwound as soon as released. Growling in frustration, Heba focused on the problems. With objects, the ribbons had stationary anchors and power sources. Looking at his friends, they move constantly and their energies fluctuate. He’d have to find a way to steady the flow into the spell so it was constant.

Heba’s pout almost made Jono cuddle him tighter. Thinking back to all his lessons, Heba was coming up empty. Then a flash of memory, when his father and Uncle Seth were speaking about his baby brother’s illness, surfaced. Apparently his magical core wouldn’t stabilize so they had to manipulate the way the ribbons wrapped around it. With that reasoning, he should be able to wrap the spell ribbons around his friends’ magical cores with ‘anchors’ in their magical makeup. But the energy fluctuations caused another problem. The energy flow to the ribbons needed to be consistent and smooth.

Thinking a little, his eyes settled on Jono’s aura. Out of all his friends, Jono’s energy always soothed him with how calm and vast it was. Like the deserts around his home. Hea’s thoughts skidded to a halt. That was IT!!! His father had shown him a spell to control the desert’s sands. Each little grain flowed separate of each other, but also together. Maybe… just maybe he could do the same with the energy flows; gathering up little bits that make them...well them. Only problem is only Jono had the energy levels to control such a spell. Blinking, Heba turned to his friend. “Jono, I need more power to hold it in place. May I use yours?”

Jono’s eyebrow rose. Just how would that help, he wondered. But they didn’t have time to ask. “Of course, how ever much you need.”

Nodding, Heba fell into concentration once more. He wrapped each core completely; anchoring the spells deep within their very blood. Since he could not siphon Jono’s energy to stabilize the flows to everyone else, Heba set a powerline ribbon straight through Jono’s core. As long as his magical core’s energies flowed regularly, the spell would have power. After several minutes, Heba yawned. Opening his eyes, he nodded to the others. “It’s done.”

Jono hugged the little one tighter. Heba’d done far more than Jono had hoped. Not only did the spell hide their Planer blood making them seem completely human, it changed their looks. No one would be able to recognize them now. Looking closer, Jono could also see the “distress” call Heba’s subconsciously added. It’d pull any female with their clan’s blood to them. A child’s scream for his mother. So hopefully they could be found quicker. He also knew Heba would sleep for a while after all that work.

Sighing, Jono motioned to the others. It was time to go. Quietly Baldr led the children through the streets to the port. Already, hundreds of humans stood defeated, surrounded by the enemy. Fear, anger, heartbreak, and every emotion in between pulsed through each. Randomly, a solder would choose a group and load them on a ship destined for some other part of the world.

“This is where I have to leave you. I wish there was more I could do.” Baldr whispered.

“I know.” And Jono did. “Be careful and I hope you find peace.” Jono wasn’t going to sugar coat the goodbyes. He knew Baldr would not see the next sunrise. His pain would not allow him to continue without his mate.

Nodding, Baldr disappeared back the way he came; leaving the boys to their fates. Jono maneuvered them into the group between the guards rounds. One they lost themselves in the crowd, Jono watched as the younger boys rested. Now...now came the hardest part. Not even ten minutes had passed before a guard walked among them. Odion and Arach were the first separated from their friends. Many tears and yells punctuated their separation but in the end it was pointless. Until their rescue, this was their new life. Kazuki and Akefia were the next, half an hour later. With back held straight and head high, they told their friends a simple, “see ya later.” Not a goodbye; nothing as final as a goodbye. Leaving only Heba and Jono.

Unlike the others, hours went by before they too were pulled from the now much smaller group. They were led down to the docks where a few Dark Druids stood examining each individual before allowing them aboard. Standing with them, the Norse Lord frowned as each prisoner passed; waiting for something he would never have.

When it was his turn, still holding Heba, Jono held his breath. He could feel the probing of the disguise spell and feared it would not hold. But no alarm or sneer did the examiner make, only a tired, “Name?”

Jono managed to catch his tongue before it spouted. Quickly, his mind supplied another in honor of a lost innocent. “Syn.” Hefting the whimpering little one higher, he continued. “And this is my little brother, Ra.” Jono was surprised that even his voice was masked, but hid it well.

Nodding, the Druid waved them aboard. The two walked right past Jono’s father. The Lord’s eyes bore into the two for a few moments before fluttering off again. Once settled in the hold, JOno could breath again. For now they were all safe. Several candle marks after departure, the ship tilted almost capsizing. Terrified screams and prayers continued until the ship finally settled smoothly once more.

Confusion lit Heba’s eyes when he realized Jono’s earlier scream and tears were not from the ship’s movement. Tears streamed down the older boy’s face; heart broken sobs forced Heba’s own. He could not understand what Jono was trying to say, but he did catch one name every so often. “Ki.” All Heba could do was cuddle his friend and pray all would be well.
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