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Earning Wings	By : Zarafla_Kirtan-Pherrin Category: +1 through F > FernGully Views: 3283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Earning Wings
Paired Couple: ZakXPips/SLASH! Lime
A/N: Ferngully is not mine, nor are the characters. They belong to their respective creators. Don't sue, blah blah blah... If you don't like slash, yaoi, boy on boy romance and sex, don't read! Enjoy!
"You have heard both sides of the argument. I now leave it up to you." Crysta smiled at the crowd. "Should we deny Zak from becoming a faerie?" Very few murmured their agreement. "Or should we give him the choice, as our gift of trust and friendship?" Several hundred cheered at this.
"Then it is decided." She turned her green eyes to a set of blue ones. "Do you wish to become a faerie?"
Zak smiled over at Pips in spite and nodded.
Crysta closed her eyes and concentrated upon the magic. "Bless your heart as I give you the gift of flight, for faerie you shall become, in form and spirit."
Zak suddenly lifted into the air without warning.
-One Year Later-
Zak dipped his toes into the cool water of the river below him as he hovered with the steady beat of his wings. It had been a year now since his transformation, and he still reveled in the joys of flight and his newfound affinity to help along the growth of nature. Everyday, what once connected him to his old life as a human, had changed. His hair, once so carefully kept and shoulder length, now resembled the wild locks of many of the faeries. The blond strands were wavy and he even fashioned two small braids on either side of his head. In that one year, his hair had become three times in length, reaching his waist.
Long gone was his human attire and the wallet he had kept. Those things were now buried somewhere under the roots of the enchanted tree. In their place, he wore a loin cloth of sewn together leaves of a lily and a soft, brown vest made of the fibers from an upturned tree's roots. Brightly colored bangles sat up on one bicep and a magically infused tattoo of a bear paw marked his left shoulder. His ears were longer and tipped sharply upward, completing his fae appearance.
Zak loved being a part of Ferngully! Everyday, he woke up in his tree, which was two away from Crysta's, but unfortunately right behind Pips', and he would share breakfast with his raven-haired friend. Afterward, they would visit the barren part of the rainforest that had just began to heal from Hexxus' wanton destruction. They would plant several seeds and coax the buds to shoot up and bloom. Zak's favorite part was helping along moss. The honest work pleased the blond faerie, and they would work well into noon. By then, Crysta was required to return to the small community so that she could start teaching the younger faeries how to plant and sprout vegetation.
Meanwhile, Zak would take off and explore for the rest of the day.
Although most of the faeries had accepted Zak as one of them, not many had approached or contacted him since his transformation. The few who had opposed, including Pips and the Beetleboys, had still harbored hard feelings towards the new member. He didn't mind that they left him alone; he did worry about the ones who had approved. Except for Crysta, her father, and Batty-who didn't exactly count-he spoke to no one else. At first, he believed it was because they were giving him space to adjust and because the transformation had startled them. However, after a year went by without more than greetings, Zak had the unsettling feeling that perhaps they were afraid of him.
Despite the alienation, Zak preservered. Even during the rare occurrences that he ran into Pips, he kept his mouth prudently closed. Pips was still Crysta's friend, but it made it that much more difficult to hand out with her when the red head would drop by and talk to her. But thankfully, today marked the second week in a row that Zak and Pips hadn't encountered. Not that the blond knew that, let alone what day it was anymore, he was feeling in high spirits.
He quickly pulled his feet from the calm river and dropped himself into the water. A platypus swam across his vision. With nothing more interesting to see, he made his way back up to the surface. Pips had been wandering around the forest in search for something to eat when he spied a blond faerie drip into a nearby river.
The specific colors of bangles and the tattoo on one shoulder told Pips who it was.
The red head grinned. A chance to put Zak in his place was too good to pass up.
He flew over the spot where the blond had disappeared and waited. Just as Zak crested the water, Pips pushed him back under. Not to drown him, for murder wasn't his intention, but to scare him. As he pushed Zak further underwater, he entered under the surface as well.
Pips watched the blond flail his arms to reach back up to the surface. Grinning, he caught Zak's attention with a mocking wave of his hand.
Anger lit Zak's blue eyes with a chilling fire.
They broke the surface.
"Enjoying your day?" Pips chided.
"I was until you showed up." Zak spat. "What do you want?"
"To remind you that you still haven't earned those wings of yours."
"When will you give it a rest, Pips? Crysta decided that I earned them and so did most of our people."
Pips flew out of the river and sat down on the bank nearby. "By 'our people', you mean mine and Crysta's people, right? You're still a human on the inside, Zak. No amount of magic will change that." He sneered. "And sure," he scoffed, "Crysta and most of the faeries agreed for you to become one of us. But have they honestly accepted you?"
Zak landed next to Pips with a wet plop. "Of course they do!"
"I can see that. I mean, they accept you. That's why they haven't spoken to you for a whole four seasons, right?"
"Shut up!"
"Struck a nerve, have I?" Pips laughed.
Zak got up on his feet, his fists curled at his sides. "What happened to you, Pips?" He yelled, exasperated.
The question caught Pips off-guard.
"You seemed to be getting along with me just fine after the battle against Hexxus, until Crysta offered to make me into a faerie! Are you jealous? Are you scared? Tell me! What did I do to deserve your contempt? And don't feed me that crap about how I nearly destroyed everything! I know that's a lie because you had forgiven me before Crysta's offer!"
Never before could anyone figure Pips out that easily! But he wasn't willing to share that.
"Why would you think that your participation in destroying part of the rainforest and releasing Hexxus would have nothing to do with my anger?" It was calm, genuine curiosity.
"Because you know as well as I that I had nothing to do with Hexxus being released. Was I there, marching through the trees with Hexxus and the machine in tow? Or was I here with you guys?"
"You were here, but with those marks, you led them here."
"It was my first day on the job and I was only told to mark fifty healthy, full-grown trees. And when Crysta found me and shrunk me, I had only marked half of what I was supposed to. I wasn't even near here. Ask Crysta, she'll tell you the same thing."
Although everything in Pips told him to continue fighting, continue denying, he couldn't help but notice the lack of defense in Zak's words. It was as if the blond were recalling a memory from farther back, one that was painful to remember. Pips understood the tone, the inflection. He recognized it as the truth. With his subtle, innate powers, he would have picked up any lies.
Why didn't he think of using his powers before?
He had been scared...
The red head looked up at Zak towering over him. "I believe you."
"I-What?"
Pips stood up to face him. "I said, I believe you."
"...Why now?"
"Because, in your recounting of events, you tell it with regret and pain. Before, when I had questioned you, you spoke with anger. Only someone who tells the truth would speak with pain, regret, but with lack of fear. Not only that, I am actually listening and it makes all complete sense! I'm not letting my emotions rule my head this time."
Zak stood there, cautious and sure that it was just bait for another fight.
"I mean it." Pips insisted. He held out his hand. "I believe you now, and I'm truly sorry to place all of that blame onto you, Zak."
If the sincerity of his words hadn't surprised Zak, the fact that Pips got his name right did!
The blond eagerly reached out to his hand, glad that the dispute was behind them at last.
Pips lifted Zak over his head and threw him into the river.
A/N: Wait, what? Did Pips actually forgive Zak? Or was it all a ruse to hurt him? Stay tuned for the next segment.
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