Plots Within Plots
by YEN
version (11/19/99)
final edit 02/05/2000
 

Taura Melchior, one of the Three Wise Men of Shevat, was happily humming a jaunty tune when his comstation beeped. He paused in his work, the tune cut off, staring at the panel in shock. Now who could that be?

True, he was a hermit, and very few people knew his present location, but it didn't mean he was a total recluse. He had friends after all, good friends, in fact. There was Balthazar, and of course, Gaspar. His best friends called him occasionally, and it was not an unusual occurence when he would spend hours talking with either of them or even both via the secret communication system that the engineering genius Isaac Balthazar had established for the three of them.

Not surprising at all for him to receive a call. The only problem was that both Balthazar and Gaspar were now in his living room and waiting for him to come back with the refreshments.

He frowned, shuffling towards the panel while it beeped again, this time somewhat insistently. "Yes, yes, coming." He muttered, activating it. A young patrician face blinked into existence.

"Wiseman Melchior," he nodded politely, "greetings."

Melchior stared puzzledly at him for a moment before recognition dawned on him. "Oh, Azuire is not it?"

"Yes, that is correct, sir."

"You are Gaspar's grandchild's guardian." Something occured to him. "How did you get into this channel?" Only people with the right equipment and code could gain access.

Azuire tilted his head slightly and held up an object for Melchior to see. He recognized it. "Ah, I see. Tezzar's unit." He nodded. "He disappeared before Balthazar constructed the communications system." He turned away, remembering their old friend with pain. "Isaac never gave up hope that he would come back." He looked back at Azuire. "He left that comlink in Tezzar's laboratory. Gaspar showed it to you?"

"He told me about it and how to use it before he left Shevat," Azuire replied.

Melchior frowned again. "What is your reason for contacting me?" Surely, he does not know about our annual retreats. The three of them made a promise to meet one another in person at least once a year. Their yearly meetings took place in different locations. Last year, it was in Balthazar's dingy hide-out underneath the Ignas desert. The year before, Gaspar met them for a camp-out in a forest near Nisan. That man is so uncivilized, thought Melchior grumpily, remembering how hard it had been for him to get to the meeting point. Even the transport that Balthazar designed especially for him did slow progress through the dense wood. He never did like to stay in one place. Melchior was glad he would play host this time, right here in his comfortable and cozy home.

"Should you not call Gaspar?" He asked Azuire and immediately added, concerned, "Is little Yui all right?"

Azuire chuckled and shook his head reassuringly. "She is fine." He coughed a bit. "And I do not want to talk to Wiseman Gaspar."

"... Did they do something wrong again?" Taura said, sounding huffy. Those idiots in the Council never learn from their mistakes, and they expect us to rescue them in every dire situation! Of the three of them, Gaspar disliked them the most, and he had good cause to. Melchior wasn't surprise that Azuire would not want to talk with Gaspar about Shevat. I would not want to either.

Azuire smiled wryly. "No more or less than usual, but we are rescuing more surface dwellers."

That is at least something... "Then, Azuire, what is the reason for this call? Surely, it is not for friendly chit-chat."

"... I have a favor to ask of you, Wiseman Melchior."
 

Gaspar sighed and glanced at Balthazar. "Just how long is he going to stay in there?" He complained, tempted to go after Melchior. He's been in his lab for half an hour already, he thought, irritated. How long does it take to fix a drink anyway?

His companion shrugged and continued staring morosely at nothing in particular. Gaspar sighed again. And Isaac is not exactly witty conversation tonight. He's been glum since he arrived. He had been trying to lighten up his old friend since Melchior went to get something to drink. He hasn't been the least bit successful.

"Isaac, do you want to talk about it?" He inquired, hoping his friend would say something.

"...No."

Gaspar winced and glanced at the door leading to the laboratory. He really needed something to drink, and it wouldn't hurt Balthazar to have one either. Taura, you slow poke, hurry up!
 

Yui woke up slowly, her eyes opening to see stars twinkling at her. She blinked and rose or tried to... Something was pinning her down, something warm.

...What the...? There was a soft noise, a grunt, the bed moved slightly, and the warm thing tightened and pulled her against something larger and warmer.

!
 

He was walking... moving at a steady pace towards the nearest escalator. He wasn't the only one in the brightly lit hallway; there were other cadets, young men and women, all Jugend cadets like himself. Some were moving briskly to their own destinations. Others lolled at a slower pace, and a few loitered around. It was unlikely those few would be seen again in the next term. Instructor Black had told them that there was a surveilance system whose only purpose was to catalog the movements of students, marking and sifting those who wasted precious time in useless exercises. Most of the cadets didn't believe him, that it was another one of his tall tales, and indeed, he did tell quite a few. However, Hyuga believed him, and Sigurd teased him a lot about it. Hyuga was tempted to ask why then Sigurd too was so active, but decided not to waste his time arguing with the silver-haired cadet.

Reaching the escalator, he automatically stepped on it and continued moving. He wanted to run, but running was expressly forbidden in the Academy except during drills and classes that require it. Three floors up, he got off and soon reached his room.

The small room he shared with Cadet Sigurd Harcourt was sparsely furnished. There was the double-decker bunk beds hugging one wall to the side, two identical computer consoles up along and underneath the only window in the room, and in front of the beds, twin cabinets and dressers. All in all, it was neat, organized and efficient. The dorm room could pass a surprise inspection anytime with flying colors, and he intend to keep it that way. Now, if he could only persuade Sigurd to refrain from bringing his female acquaintances into their room.

Actually, there was nothing wrong with Sigurd's favorite pastime. The peace of the dormitory has yet to be disturbed by indiscreet activities. However, Hyuga was tired of having to study in the library or spend his offtime and sleeping hours elsewhere just so as not to disturb his bunk mate and his friends. He was also weary of finding clothing articles not his or Sigurd's lurking in remote areas of the room, under his pillow, for instance.

However, today, the room looked like just as it was when he left it that morning. Not surprising since Sigurd still had a class at this hour. He had some time before his friend came back with, mostly likely, company. If he worked fast enough, he could finish all his study work, clean up and go to bed early. At least, Sigurd was the type who loathed to disturb a sleeping person.

He took his shoes off and placed them aside before heading to his study console. Depositing his bundle of data discs on the table, he turned the computer on while unfastening the collar and cuffs of his uniform. He was surprised and disturbed to find a priority message packet from one of his instructors.
 

There was something warm against his face and a bright glare, even through his closed eyelids. He frowned, cracked one eye open, shut it quickly and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Good morning." He stilled and lowered his hands. He turned to his side and sat up, head bowed and a hand shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight entering the room through the window. He blinked, squinted and finally made out Yui sitting at the foot of the bed.

She was in what he had now assumed was her favorite position. Rump on the bed, knees drawn against her chest, her arms wound around them, and her chin firmly on her knees. She was looking at him thoughtfully. She was also naked.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at her again. She was still staring at him, and he stared back into those eyes, deciding that it was the only part of her he could look at and still retain his equilibrium... or not. Her eyes disturbed him, gold highlights gleamed enigmatically and seemed to see right through him. "Good morning," he finally returned her greeting, shifting his eyes upward to focus instead on her hair.

The strands waved softly as a breeze blew into the room. He watched mesmerized as a lock fluttered in the wind, and his nostrils flared slightly when the same wind finally reached him to carress his face, bringing with it her fragrance.

...Her body clunged to his tightly as he thrust into her. Her hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, pushing, clawing him as delicious sounds of mating emerged from her gasping lips. She suddenly tensed, her body arching hard to him as her legs clenched tighter around his hips. She cried softly, shuddering...

He blinked and quickly lowered his eyes to realize that there was now a smile in her eyes, and an insistent tightness on his lower torso.

"Can we talk, Hyuga?" She asked, a tiny twitch on her lips as her eyes flickered downward then back to his face.

...Two can play this game... "Certainly." He smiled congenially at her and stretched after answering her request. The bed sheet lowered further from his waist and down to where it hung suggestively. He was smugly satisfied when she blushed and glanced away from him, but only for a moment. Her eyes soon returned to his, straying down occasionally, and the blush still staining her cheeks. "But should we not put on some clothes first?" He asked straightly, concentrating on every nuance of her expression.

Her voice and expression were serious when she replied, "There is no need to." While he stared at her, she unlimbered from her position, extending long enticing legs out and stretching her arms above her head. Her breasts undulated with every action, and his eyes followed their movements, captivated. He recalled the way they tasted in his mouth.

"We'll only end up taking them off again..."
 

"Are we not going to talk?" He asked, his eyes were lidded, dazed with passion and desire. His breath caught then quickened when she mounted him, her hips riding him effortlessly.

She smiled sensuously, her head tilting back, eyes closing as she began moving. "We are talking," she whispered.

"Indeed," He murmured, his hands moving to anchor her firmly on his loins. "About what?"

"Many things," She answered, breaking off unsteadily when he started pushing upwards. "Uhh... Hyuga..."

She felt his hands rise to her back then his chest pressing hard against her breasts. She moaned at the exotic pressure and rocked faster.

"...We are talking about me?" He inquired.

Her eyes snapped open, and she glared at him, her movements stilled as she struggled to answer back.

His mouth suddenly covered hers, and he pushed her back into the bed, his hands grabbing her legs to wrap them around his hips. "Nevermind," she heard him murmur before he pumped rapidly into her.

Her scream was muffled against his mouth as her mind went numb against the onslaught of pleasure. Soon, her hips was returning each thrust as her body instinctively found the rhythm to his lovemaking.
 

Azuire rubbed his face wearily. "No, Azuire," he muttered to himself, "She's old enough to take care of herself." He lowered his hands, his eyes closed and a frown of concentration on his face. "You cannot interfere. Even if she's sleeping with the enemy, you cannot interfere in her personal affairs. She's a responsible individual, and she knows exactly what she's doing."

He suddenly yawned, unable to help himself. He had not been able to sleep at all last night, concern and worry for his ward effectively preventing him from resting. ... She better...
 

Their bodies still glistened with sweat from coupling when Yui got out of the bed. Hyuga watched her as she took a robe hanging from a wall magpin and got into it. The thick material did little to conceal her slender figure and feminine curves.

Hyuga smiled appreciatively and sat up as she turned back towards him. "Where are you going, Lady Gaspar?" he inquired huskily, enjoying the way the robe clung to her body, just his so recently.

Yui laughed softly, returning his smile. "I'm famished." At his look at disbelief, she added teasingly, "Not for you, oh presumptuous one, I'm starved for food." She walked to the door. "I don't think I ate at all yesterday."

"Well, you were rather occupied." He heard her laugh again from the corridor. "Indeed," she called out, "Why don't you have a shower while I prepare breakfast?"

The way we act towards each other... as if we have known one another for a long time. As if we had not tried to kill each other several days ago... as if nothing is out of the ordinary...
 

Yui watched as the teakettle simmered. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the relaxing vapour and closed her eyes, sighing softly.

... What a wonderful lover he is... Strong, intelligent, gentle, attentive... secretive... He is planning something... dangerous... Even his body is a tool... I must not let him distract me... Everything he does has a purpose... Even sex, especially that... ... He is clever... My own body is now my enemy... and my feelings for him, my greatest weakness.
 

He bowed low and respectfully to his master. "Your majesty, everything is going as planned."

"Hmm... are you certain, Guardian?."

"... Yes."
 

Author's note:

Sigh... I should give up. ^^;; I am so tired. At the rate I'm going, I'm not going to be able to continue Rebuilding for a bit more while. I want to finish this fic before working on the other one. My schedule is ruined again!

Yen
alex@gsilink.com

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