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When Tears Don't Fall	By : Zuzanny Category: +M through R > Pirates of Dark Water Views: 4344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Tears Wont Fall part 3
Pirates of Dark Water does not belong to me. Blah, blah, blah...
November 2002
When Tears Wont Come

by Zuzanny
part 3

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There were faces hovering over him talking in hurried, hushed voices. He couldn't make any of it out. It didn't make sence, but that was nothing new to him now. He did not want to know what they wanted. It was easier to just let them take his body and try not to think about it. But where was Bloth? He was always there to watch- ever since THAT time. To make sure the others never took more than their share. He shuddered, immediatly trying to close the immages from his mind. Where was Bloth? Where was he himself for that matter? This place did not move like the Leviathan, although he could still hear the lapping weaves. But they were mingled with the squarks of gulls and the distant humm of music and singing. It was lighter here than the Leviathan. There was not the musty odor of sex and rott in the rat rather, pleasently clean sheets and sweet smelling flowers. Clean sea air from an open window near by.
There was a woman talking to him he realised. He looked at her. She had long dark hair and dark skin and great big eyes that shone like polished wood. He tried to shake the fogginess from his eyes and mind, but failed. "Ren!" She was saying. "Can you hear me, Ren? Ren!"
Ren? who was Ren?
He drifted away...

***

The pain in his shoulder throbbed like a poker of fire had struck him. Even now, after swallowing that witches brew, the pain remained. Although not as bad, it was slowly fading. Ioz tested the rotation of the wounded shoulder and hissed with the pain. The woman who had tended his shoulder and forced that foul stuff down his throat shook her head and tisked at him. The stitches helped stop the bleeding. Ioz had been told to rest but felt a need to check on his returned friend. As soon as the old cow was out of the room he was out of bed and in search of the room that housed Ren. He couldn't rest yet. The rush of adrenolyn from finally killing his most hated enemy; of freeing both the captives and treasures of the dreaded ship; of piling the bodies of the dead pirates on board the floating abomination and setting it alight out in the deep, deep sea... Ioz had still yet to come down. You could still see the smoke rising up into the horison. Tula's magic had made sure none of the smoke came towards the island, and that the currents of the deep pulled it further out.
The streets were filled with celebration and sharing of spoils. Ioz, for once, cared nothing of spoils... at least for the moment. He only wanted to see Ren.
It had been a shock to see his friend by Bloth's side, like some kind of trophie. Wearing only a loose, once white shirt that came down mid thigh level. That was all. He must have been freezing. Ioz tried not to consider it's significance, and failed. Ioz forcibly shook off unwanted memmories.
"I killed you, bastard." He muttered to himself. But why did that not change anything?

***
Ren was sleeping when Ioz stuck his head through the door. His dark skin stood out in contrast to the soft white bed linnens, but he was paler than Ioz remembered. And thin. Ren looked so small and innocent lying curled up like a baby under the blankets. Ioz crept over to the bedside and sat in the waiting chair. Ren stired when the chair creaked with Ioz's weight. Ioz paused mid sit, but Ren did not wake. Tula chose that moment to enter.
Ioz glared at her when she seemed ot stomp across the floor boards and dump the tray of food she was carrying on the bedside table.
"Noi-jitut, woman!" Ioz growled, "You make enough noise to wake the dead! What is wrong with you?"
Tula returned Ioz's growl with one of her own. "Unfortunatly that is not my concern. My concern is with Ren. He will not wake up no matter how hard I try. He must eat something Ioz!" Her growl turned imploring. "Who knows what that seascum fed him, or IF he fed him. He's sick, Ioz."
Ioz reached out a hand to touch the young prince's forhead. "Hmmm..." He agreed grimmly, and not just because of Ren's clammy skin. "So he is." He stood. "I'll see if I can wake him." Ioz slid his hands under Ren's neck and shoulders, lifting him up to sit. Ren's peaceful brows drew together in a frown. He didn't fight the movement, infact took the weight of his body and allowed himself to be arranged. He did not open his eyes though. Ioz frowned. He wondered what other positions Ren had been arranged into.
"Come on, Ren." Ioz said gently. "Wake up, Open your eyes."
Slowly those blue eyes that had always held so much joy and innocence opened, revealing lost, haunted, sparkless circles. Ioz tried not to show his anger for the loss. Instead he smiled down gently.
"That's it," Ioz helped Ren shift back so he could lean against the bed head. Ioz sat back in his chair and was a little unnerved in the way Ren was looking at him with utter bewilderment.
"Do you recognise us?" Tula asked. Ren's head snapped around to her clearly startled. Like he had no idea she had even been there. He stared at her for a few seconds, blinking his rap rapidly. At last he looked back to Ioz and slowly shook his head no. Then he looked down at his hands in his lap.
Tula and Ioz exchanged glances, then Tula set about arranging soup with turse lips.
"Do you know yor name?" Ioz soothed.
Ren nodded slowly with big eyes.
"Tell me?" Ioz leaned in close so Ren could whisper in his ear. Ren looked startled, unsure of Ioz's intentions, but he leaned forward and whispered into Ioz's ear anyway. Since Ioz was faced towards Tula, Ren did not see the flash of violence that crossed Ioz's face. Tula did not miss it though. Then Ioz was all smiles. He extended out a friendly hand to Ren, who hesitently took it, looking around to make sure no one was looking.
"Well, 'Boy', I'm Ioz. This lovely lady with some soup for you is Tula. Pleased to meet you." Tula smiled at Ren when he looked at her with curiosity. "What do you say, are you hungry?" Ioz asked him, reaching for the bowl of soup. Ren watched every move Ioz made, brows crinkling again when Ioz passed the steaming bowl under his nose. "Yummy, eh?" Ioz smiled at him.
Ren turned his head away, trembling, blinking back tears. He took a steadying breath then pulled back the covers, almost knocking the soup from Ioz's hand. Ioz pulled back, trying to make sure the hot liquid did not spill, and was himself startled when he suddenly had a naked young prince kneeling between his legs and trying to unlace his leggings with his teeth.
"Woah!" Ioz yellped, the soup still in one hand, and pushed against Ren's warm shoulder. "Woman!" he called to Tula who was staring wide eyed, rooted to the spot, a blush coating her face and ears. "Take the soup before I spill it on him!" Spurred into action Tula did. Ioz was able to grab hold of Ren and push him back to arms length, Ioz kneeling in front of him with both hands on his shoulders.
Ren was breathing loudly, head tilted back slightly as he looked at Ioz with tears streaming down his face.
Again Ioz struggled with his anger. "You don't have to do that." He whispered. "Not here. Not ever again. You're free now, do you understand?"
Ren shook his head, fear clearly showing in his eyes. He pulled away from Ioz and launched himself towards the open window. Ioz caught him around the waist just as he was already halfway out, and then Ren was alive, struggling to get away with frantic visciousness.
"Hush!" Ioz told Ren as he pulled Ren away from the window and back towards the bed. "We're not going to hurt you!"
Suddenly Ren went still, all his energy spent. He turned his head to Ioz's shoulder and wept. Ioz tried to pat him in an unthreatening, soothing manner, and send him back to the bed.
"It's okay, it's okay," Ioz told Ren. "Ye sae safe now. Shhh..." Eventually Ren had calmed enough to go back into the bed. Ioz handed him the cooling soup and coaxed him into drinking most of it. Then Ren fell asleep.

***
"What do you think?" Tula asked Ioz later, when they were in the tavern to eat.
Ioz stared into the dreggs of his drink, swishing them aroung in his mug. "You don't want to know what I think." He replied quietly.
"Why is that?" She snapped. slamming her fork into her meat.
Ioz didn't look up. "It's private." He sai

Tula muttered foul things under her breath.
"I think we should watch Ren. But we need to be careful with him. Knowing Bloth he would have gone through a lot."
"Right." Tula drowned her drink in one long scull.

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