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Title: Sorcerer Stabber Shinigami

Author: Snow Tigra

Email:jessreality@iname.com

Rating: ummm…. R? Possible lemon later.

Pairing: our favorite of course and something between Trowa and Quatre later

Warnings: AU semi-fusion with Sorcerous Stabber Orphan, curses, magic, evil sorcerers, dragons and swords in a semi-medieval setting. Possible future lemons depends on muses corporation.

Spoilers: *snickers* Why do I even leave this here? Of course not!

Archive: Fanfiction.net

Sorcerer Stabber Shinigami:

Teaser/Introduction

Snow drifted down from the sky, covering the land in a thick blanket of cold and frost. In the hills, above the town of Slanow, a lone figure walked alone. His thick fur cloak billowed around him, steadily becoming white from the clinging ice. He leaned on his walking staff, his weariness quite apparent from the leaning and short breaths he was taking. As soon as he reached the edge

of the town he forced himself to straighten and walk normally, though his muscles screamed in protest. He moved through the silent streets until he came to one building in particular, the sign at the door proclaiming it as "The Winner Inn."

The boy pushed off his hood and winced as the cold air hit his face. Blinking away the snowflakes which quickly clung to his long eyelashes, over bright violet eyes, he dug in his pockets, searching for what was left of his money. As he searched said violet eyes scanned the streets for danger. A second later his hand came out, empty.

"It figures," he grumbled angrily. "I finally find a warm place to sleep and I'm all out of money."

Cursing softly he walked around the outer wall of the inn until he spotted a low window leading to what looked like an empty room. He grinned to himself and glanced over the street around him again, finding it devoid of life.

"Looks like I'll have a place to sleep after all."

Pointing to the ground his cloak began to billow out from around him as a purple mist swirled around his feet. Slowly his feet drifted up, off the ground and he floated up to the window. A snap of his fingers and the window unhitched, swinging open with barely a squeak. He floated into the room and landed silently on the wooden floor, the windows swinging shut behind him.

Turning he re-locked the windows then dropped onto the empty bed.

"I hate cold beds," he muttered quietly, curling into his fur cloak, trying to keep warm as the wind howled outside. He soon drifted into a restless sleep, filed with dreams of a boy with stunning cobalt blue eyes.

**

Outside the window and the Winner Inn two forms dressed in flowing black cloaks appeared. One stood tall, wearing a thick cloak with blood red dyed fur ringing the neck and bottom, tied on with a sash of bright blue. His double eyebrows arched as he gazed into the window at the sleeping violet-eyed boy.

"Shall we strike now, master?" Asked his shorter companion, whose face was mostly covered by auburn brown hair. A single emerald eye flickered form the room's occupant to the taller man.

"No," responded the taller man. "Let him sleep, we shall wait until the time is right."

"Could it be that we could be wrong in our assumptions of him?" The boy asked quietly.

The man frowned for a moment and rubbed his chin with a gloved hand. "Perhaps. Only time will tell I suppose."

The boy nodded silently.

As the snow faded to a stop and the sun began to rise the two cloaked figures faded away, leaving the roof top empty.