Disclaimer: Chrono Trigger doesn't belong to me. If it did,
Flea would be a main character. It belongs to Square and their
creative minds. I'm not making any money of this. Don't sue,
please?
Author's notes: This is Yaoi! Male/male relationships, that is.
Also contains some graphic violence and sexual acts. Hints at non-con
sex as well. This isn't beta-ed. Oh yeah; Magus might seem a bit
OOC. I was trying to portray his inner despair over loosing
Schala.
A Trial of Hearts
By Shaded Mazoku
Part 4: Alliance?
Lucca yawned. She was very tired, but she had finally finished
the wedding gift. At least that was a relief. Currently, she was
listening to Marle, who was talking about her plans for the
wedding. Lucca found it pretty dull, but pretended to listen for
the sake of their friendship. Still, she whished something would
happen.
She
got her wish. Suddenly, Magus came striding into the room, a pink
and white bundle in his arms. “Marle, come here!” Marle
rose and walked over to Magus at once, Lucca following. There was
a nasty wound on Magus’ shoulder, but the man pushed Marle
away as she tried to examine the wound closer, and pushed the
bundle into her arms. He then turned and stalked over to the
window, staring outside.
Lucca ignored him, and set about unwinding the white cloak
wrapped around the bundle. The material was ripped and stained,
but it couldn’t hide the fact that it had once been a
quality cloak. She noticed that it once might have had a pink
border. The cloth finally gave away, revealing a rather familiar
face. Marle gave an undignified squeak and dropped the
unconscious body.
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Magus smiled dryly as he watched the silly princess drop Flea
to the floor with a squeak. Lucca was reacting rather
differently, storming over to him and starting to yell. Magus
ignored her, instead focusing at Flea, who was starting to move.
He pushed Lucca out of the way, and strode over to Flea. The
Mystic was starting to open his eyes, looking rather dazed. Magus
smiled, a wicked smile that had been known to frighten Mystics
before, and knocked Flea in the back of his head, rendering him
unconscious again.
“Are you out of your mind,
Magus? How can you bring her here? She’s a Mystic, damn it!”
Lucca yelled. Magus noted with some amusement that Lucca referred
to Flea as a female. Not that he could blame her. Flea had fooled
him at first, too. The Mystic was too pretty for his own sake.
“Flea attacked me,” he said, wondering whether he
should sort out the gender mistake. He decided not to. It might
be amusing to see Flea’s reaction when he woke. “She is
supposed to be in 600 AD, not here. I want you to heal her so I
can find out how she got here.” Marle stared at him,
disbelief clearly visible in her features.
“Are you out of your mind? You
want me to heal that? No way!” She stated, crossing
her arms. Magus advanced on her, glaring. For once, the princess
didn’t give in. “No!” Magus sighed. Marle gave him
a headache even when they weren’t arguing. Suddenly, he
remembered something. “Well,” he said, shrugging,
“I guess I’ll just leave Flea here then. I have no room
for a wounded Mystic. I’m sure she’ll find someone to
take care of her. She’s an expert when it comes to charming
males you know. Just don’t leave her alone with Chrono. That
might be hazardous.”
Marle paled visibly as he spoke, to
the point of trembling. “If I heal her, will you take her
with you?” she asked quickly. Magus shrugged again. “Perhaps,
if she stops trying to kill her.” Noticing the shocked look
on Marle’s face, he smiled and spoke again. “The point
is, as long as she’s healed, she will have no need for
assistance. You know how most men can’t resist to help a
damsel in distress.” The princess nodded sadly and kneeled
by Flea’s side. “I’ll heal her,” she said,
and started concentrating.
Magus grinned to himself. Human
minds were so easily manipulated. Even Mystics were more of a
challenge. “Not much more of a challenge,” he thought,
remembering how easily he had taken control over them, “but
more challenging.” Lucca’s voice suddenly interrupted
his musings. “That was plain sneaky, Magus. You know how
much she fears loosing Chrono. You were there after he died. You
saw how she reacted.” Magus laughed, but his laugh was
bitter. “At least she got him back, and now they’re
getting married. I’ve only cared for one person in the
world, and I’ll never get her back. Ever though about that?”
He turned to glare at Lucca. She
swallowed and took a step back. “Both of you have been given
a chance to fix the past. She got her beloved Chrono back and you
got to go back and rescue your mother. Ever considered that I
would give anything for such a chance?” Lucca was staring at
him now, but Magus took no notice. “The only thing I have
left of my past is my magic, this pedant and that damned Mystic!”
He pointed to Flea. “Sure, I lied to her, but I don’t
really care. All I want is to find a way to rescue my sister, and
then I want to be left alone with her. I don’t need you
moralizing me, Marle’s whining or any other human telling me
what to do, and I definitely do not need Flea to try killing me!”
Lucca, who was looking rather pale
by now, blinked. “Then why do you want her healed?” she
asked, adjusting her glasses. Magus closed his eyes and growled,
angry with himself for showing so much emotion. “I want to
know how she got here,” he told the scientist. “She
might be the key to time travel. Flea belongs in 600 AD, after
all.” Lucca was just about to answer when Marle suddenly
screamed in pain.
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Author’s note: I have been very busy with schoolwork
lately, but I’ll try to get next chapter up sooner. I
started writing this the 6th of November, and it’s
currently 12th of February. And 02: 02 AM, too. Oh,
well… …The next chapter will focus on Flea, not Magus.
Sorry to any Magus fans, but I feel that Flea need some time in
the spot light. Oh, and to those of you that like Marle, I know I
made her a tad bit annoying in this, but she’ll get better,
I promise…