Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Atlantis ❯ Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Munchkin 
A look into the lives of everyone and how they will all come together.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2001 | Updated On: 09.14.2001 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 393 | Status: Completed
A look into the lives of everyone and how they will all come together.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.14.2001 | Updated On: 09.14.2001 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.3K | Visits: 393 | Status: Completed
Title: Atlantis Part 1
Author: Munchkin
Archived: Fanfiction.net, you actually want it? Fine, just tell me where it is
Warnings: OOC (strongly most likely) Angst, implied Jx1, Bastard J, future
2x1/1x2 (gonna try for a lemon later) and hinted at 3+4/3x4
Authors notes: Arge! I have officially written and rewritten this thing
about 5 times. I'm now just going to write it and post it. If it sucks...well,
I rewrite it later. This part explains the events up until the point where
the majority of this story will take place. The history of it all is just
soo messed up I decided "what the heck" and lets all just say its not in
any exact timeline. Obviously there's not going to be any cars driving by,
but I needed certain things to happen and actual timeline info probably
wouldn't work. I'm saying probably b/c at the moment I'm too disoriented
and lazy to look it up (further I don't think England had gotten to the
middevilish type stage at around 500 or so BC)....as always I have something
to blame my writing on! I blame this on the fact I got the shit beaten out
of me in soccer today ('scues the lang but its true) and did five high headers
before this. Deal with the oddness. ^__^; Evil J alert also....sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't think I own them....hmmm....not sure....but I do believe I
would remember owning someone. And sense I don't I don't!
Part 1
Heero Yuy was no longer on the slave ship, though right now he may wish
he was. He was in a small room, locked in with no way out it seemed. Captain J
had just left to fill out some papers and was bound to come back any minute, and
he certainly didn't want to face him again.
He check the door again and found much to his amazement that it was
slightly ajar. Frowning to himself the blue-eyed boy pushed and was delighted
to see it give. Maybe he could get away from that captain!
Heero crept along the hallways of the deserted temple that was now
being used as a home for the Slave Collector. The place was a maze but if he
could just get out....
Another door creaked and Heero felt his heart leap to he throat as he
heard the tell tail *thud clip clap, thud clip clap, thud clip clap* of the
boot, peg, and metal cain sound of Captain J walking.
'He's back!' His mind screamed at him as he turned this way and that trying
to get as far away from the footsteps as he could before leaning back on one of the
walls winded....and the awful footsteps came closer.
"You tried to run away, boy." Captain J's voice broke the pattern of panting
Heero had been making. "You were very stupid."
"Go away." Heero stood up and glared at the old man trying to look more brave
and defiant than he was...to bad he was only five summers and the look was not as
withering as he'd hoped.
"I don't think so, chap...." J chuckled evilly. "I don't think so at all...I
think you need a lesson"
And before Heero could muster up a reply he felt pain blossom in his chest as
the cane J used was smacked harshly into his ribs.
"You are never to disobey me!" Another hit, this time with the back of his
hand, "You are no one!" A punch to the stomach," And you never will be, do you
understand?" a rap on the head with the cane that made stars dance in front of his
eyes, "You are just a slave to be used." the captain spat on him. "You are nobody!"
"No!" Heero went into a curled position, his arms above his face to try to
protect himself. "I'm Heero Yuy! I'll never be no one! and I'll NEVER be just a
slave to someone sick like YOU!"
"Oh, you think so you little brat?" The Captain grinned down at him and
yanked him to his eye level....Heero didn't like that look at all. "Well, see about that...."
The sound of clothing be ripped and terrified screams soon filled the Temples walls.
^*^
Duo Maxwell, the young hair to the fief of Magalan(1) in the lower regions of
England pranced into the school house dragging with him his neighbor and China's
Ambassador's youngest son, Wufei and his slightly older sister Hilde. The former of
the two did not look nearly as cheerful latter and Duo did.
Duo's chestnut braid wiped from sided to side and his violet eyes glittered
happily as he pounced on Milliardo, the schools teacher, and began to babble to him
at an alarming speed. "HIYA MILLY TEACHER! My family gets to have the-the-AMBASIEDORS
from CHINA! And they have a son!!! His name is Wuffie and he's really really cool!
And that means I'm not gonna be the only boy in class this year!! Isn't that great!!"
The young teacher grimaced a little knowing far well what this year was
going to end up like and worked up a smile. "Thats great Duo...how about you take
your seat and we can have a introduction day for today before moving back into
learning mathematics and......"
Milliardo was cut off by his sister marking her arrival. "I see you did
come back you snot face sewer rat!" (2) She screeched and everyone winced at the
high pitch her little voice could reach.
"Oh look Wufei your other classmate has arrived... allow me to make
introductions. Ambasiedor Chang Wufei this is Mud-Faced Screechowl, Mud-Face
Chang Wufei!" Duo had let go of Milliardo and gestured to Relena.
"WHY YOU LITTLE PUNK!"
Wufei groaned under his breath and wished for the hundredth time that
his family weren't the Ambassadors for China or at least they had been assigned a
different Fief. He was going to be a warrior, he didn't need to listen to these
petty fights and learn what these English Crazy's had to teach. As if in agreement
with his thoughts, about the fights at lease, Mr. Peacecraft attempted to stop
the one in progress, but had no success when Hilde joined Relena's team and began
helping her attack her brother.
This would be a long fifteen years.....
~*~
Quatre at the same moment half across the known world looked fearfully about.
His bright blond hair had turned a dark brownish shade from the sand and his hands
and feet were tough from the long trek across part of the desert to see his new
home. He didn't know why he was going here, he had wanted to stay with the other
boy...Heero... that was his name, Quatre thought. Heero needed someone with him if
he admitted it or not. The Captain was not a good person, his crystalheart (3)
told him as much, but when threatened with death. Well, anyone would have left.
The blond boy peered across the dunes that seemed to stretch for miles
in every direction and wondered if they may be lost when a whitish, marble looking
building rose from in front of them along with an oases that was not far off from
this different looking beauty.
It had an arched doorway, with seven pillars supporting the entrance, twin
towers with domish looking tops adorn the caps, windows dotted the front and banners
of satin hung from widows and arches adding color. The place look large, huge
even....and that was the place they seemed to be going.
Quatre trembled and looked up at his captors, wondering what may happen once
he was out of their care. His trip hadn't been bad...in fact at times it was almost
pleasant. Reminding him of his trips around Atlantis and his teachings of art and
architecture. The people who transported him always made sure he had enough food and
water and never harmed him in anyway, as long as he didn't try to run away of course.
He didn't know what to expect from his new masters. Sense he was now to be
a slave he wasn't sure about anything...what was he supposed to do? Slaves had always
been band at home and what if he got a bad person? One that would beat him? Quatre
bit his lip until it bled and they were at the entrance of this strange and magnificent
place.
^*^
Trowa peeked from behind one of the pillars as a new boy walked into the Palace
accompanied by three burly men. His sister, Cathy, would give him quite a tong thrashing
if he were caught. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to be learning his
dances but the new boy intrigued him.
The boys sweat soaked clothing and hair clung to his skin, along with a
thick layer of dirt and sand that held him as if it were a second set, turning
his light colored hair brown and his already dull cloths became splotchy. Trowa's
green eyes swept the other, he was supposed to be an Atlantian, on of the only
left, and now to be the heir to the Winners Estate and Business if he were to prove
himself. This one boy who was supposed to be so much however did not look like
it. In fact he seemed terrified.
The group moved to enter and greet the family and Trowa decided to hang around
a bit longer, and see if this one was to stay. Stay and perhaps be friends with
him....stay and not be sold and broken. like he was sure to be if sold.
Slipping in behind the group and behind another column, peeked in, holding
in a gasp when he saw the entire family assembled.
The family consisted of eight wives, twenty-nine daughters and one father.
The father stood in the center, with a strict look apon his face while the young
ladies peered at the blond in a most curious manner and whispered amongst themselves.
Mr. Winner paced in front of the party, a distasteful look gracing his
normal impassive features as of late and barked out,(4) "Your name!"
The blond boy jerked his head up from its former lowered position.
"M-my name sir? Qu-Quatra Tin. Son of the late-"
"I don't care about your parents boy!" Mr. Winners voice boomed
and echoed in room. "Tell me though are you indeed from Atlantis?"
"Yes, s-sir."
"Good. And stop calling me Sir!" Mr. Winner jerked around,
his bright robes flinging out to the sides. "Anania!"
"Yes, Father?" A small girl about Trowa's age stepped forward.
Her fawnish brown-yellow eyes slightly widened.
"What do you think of him!" He gestured to Quatre.
"I like him, and I believe he will be able to run the company well
given time." She told him matter-of-factly before turning around and
leaving. "You shouldn't be scaring him so though."
Trowa agreed full heartedly. There was just something about Quatre
that drew him in. He wanted to get to know him badly. But at the moment
Quatre was shaking as if a privet earthquake was happening just below his feet.
"Very well, any objections?" Mr. Winner looked around. When there
were none he dismissed everyone and paid the men who brought Quatre.
Turning to leave Trowa heard Mr. Winner call to him. "Trowa I
know your there. Come out and show Quatre where to go and what to do. It
will be you job to teach him the basics and how he is to act for the most
part. Fail and he goes to the Slave Sales. Oh, and make sure he gets a
bath before dinner."
Trowa's eye's widened as he realized he had been caught before turning
around and rushing back. He never knew what mood Mr. Winner was in anymore and
did not want to push it.
Smiling slightly Trowa held out a hand as Mr. Winner left. "Hallo, I'm
Trowa."
Quatre took Trowa's hand and held it. "Its nice to meet you Trowa, I'm
sure we can be good friends!" (5)
^*^
~~Eight Years After the last encounter(Quatre and Trowa)~~
Quatre Tin or rather now Quatre Winner raced threw the halls,
passed the columns and under the banners before launching himself onto
his taller friends back. "Trowa! Guess what!"
The other Gypsy bread boy smiled. "I don't know Quatre, what?"
"We get to go to ENGLAND! A fief called Magalan to be precise! Mr.
Winner said I should so I can get a better view of the world and other
cultures, and I talked him into letting you go as well!"
"That's great Quatre. But I'll have to ask Cathy, and you never
know if she will agree or not."
"I know. But I hope she says yes. I'll be gone for at least three
years, staying at some old guy name Maxwells place...and I haven't a clue what to do." (6)
~~Nine Years After the last encounter(Heero) ~~
Heero sat hunched in a ball in his room, chin to knees. His room consisted
of a small cot that most definitely would not support his weight any longer, and
four walls with one window. It was five feet by five and was made of gray, moss ridden
stone. He blinked as he saw light start to filter in, the colors slowly growing as
the sun peeked threw the window showing that yet another day had begun.
Presently Heero was trying to remember how it felt to be free, on of his
now favorite past times. He could remember fire and water and all the things before
he was fished out of the sea, as anyone would.(7) He even remembered the basics of
the week before. But the people he knew and the things he did normally were at a
loss. It was as if they had never occurred.
His musing were drown out by a loud ringing coming from his Masters
chambers. Heero frowned and pushing his bangs from his eyes walked out of his room.
Heero was a short 15 year old Atlantian. Not that his country name had
much meaning any longer. He stood to about 5' or 5' 1'' with long unruly hair
that reached his thigh, it was beautiful but often it was as greasy as if he had
pored Vaseline on his head, and flat Persian blue eyes.(8) He had been a slave
for nine years and 360 long days, been subject to almost any type of abuse, and
was now ready to leave.
Heero's Master was a tall, proud Captain. His last voyage had been the
one he found Heero on, and his ship was the Meteor. Captain J wore an old fashion
red vest with black and blue trimmings coming down and up from the waste for
added decoration. His beard and mustache were never combed nor washed, his cold
gray eyes were nearly doubled in size by thick red-gray glasses, and his right
leg had been taken off a few years before adding a stunning peg leg laced with
iron to the already unusual man. J, was an angry man, never satisfied, and always
having a thirst for money and anything he could get that could get him some quick.
Also he had a monster of a temper, a note that Heero himself had learned far too late.
Marching down the halls of the Temple where they lived Heero taped on the
door to J's chambers.
"Come in boy." Captain J's gruff voice came from within and Heero complied.
"We're going to town today. Your getting sold to someone younger for a good
price. If I'm not happy with the price today then we'll try again next week."
Heero looked surprised for a moment before it was hidden behind his mask
of blank indifference.
"Yes boy, I'm going to sell you. You've been a good slave and fuck but
now that you've been broken in. I think its time for my one last cash in before
I retire in the good life." The older man took a hold of the boys wrist. "Come along."
Heero almost snorted at the old mans foolish thought. He was far from broken...in
fact this would be his chance. He could finally get out of here. Today! When they were
out among crowds of people and near the sea.
It had taken them almost a half an hour before they reached the town square and
the Slave Selling had yet to begin. Yanking Heero along J went to fill out the papers needed
to sell him.
The square was amazing. Small houses and shops dotted the area, and colorful
streamers and fruit were out everywhere. Currently there were a band of gypsies dancing
in the center, and people of every race and culture mingled. The best part though was
the small harbor with a strong current and on the docks had been a small almost wreck of
a rowboat. Something that would just allow him to get far enough away.
Smiling inside Heero went off to the side and slowly eased his wrist from the
tight hold. Hoping that Captain J was too busies to notice him....he was. Slipping silently
threw the masses he snuck on the dock and into the small rowboat.
It didn't seem stable, and it swayed much too much for his liking but it would
do. Untying it from the dock he pushed out.
He was about eightyfive feet out from the docks end when someone finally
spotted him
"HEY! YOU THERE BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THAT THING ISN'T SAFE FOR TRAVEL!!"
****
End Part one
****
1 fief of Magalan, not a real place. and I'm not even sure if in real life they'd be
called fief's. Fiefs are sections of land give out by the King to knights to rule over
like governors of some sort in England in the middle ages type thing. They also had
castle like houses etc.
2 Little girls and boys always fight atleast a little when there younger, its natural.
Sometimes boys and girls are friends but I don't think Duo and Relena will ever be
strawberries and cream.
3 Ummm.....spaceheart same thing, different name. Feeling about people etc.
4 One of his many wives just died. When people die the people generally that they new
change. At least for a while. Grieving process and stuff like that. He's not supposed
to be evil like J is in this story, mainly.
5 Little bit of a sappy ending here...dislike it but then again my first try really
writing Trowa and Quartre in sofar.
6 This ends badly but I had to get them over to were Duo and Wufei were sooo....
7 Generally speaking it is hard for anyone to remember much of there childhood. Memory
generally starts when there is something interesting happening...so it would be a
little hard to remember, huh?
8 I couldn't help it. I had to give Heero long hair! And if you couldn't tell I
originally wrote this to be the beginning...
0000
I'm finnaly done with this part....it need to be edited but I'll do that
later. A serous rewrite.... Not too bad for my first fic, is it?
I'm going to go conk out for a few years now. C-ya :: mumbles incoherently
about not getting historical things right and soccer balls before falling asleep at the door::
~(*)~(*)~(*)~(*)~
"...idiots, imbeciles, aliens, the insane and women..."
- A law standing in Texas until 1918 regulating who could
not vote.
hey, at least we were among good company.
Author: Munchkin
Archived: Fanfiction.net, you actually want it? Fine, just tell me where it is
Warnings: OOC (strongly most likely) Angst, implied Jx1, Bastard J, future
2x1/1x2 (gonna try for a lemon later) and hinted at 3+4/3x4
Authors notes: Arge! I have officially written and rewritten this thing
about 5 times. I'm now just going to write it and post it. If it sucks...well,
I rewrite it later. This part explains the events up until the point where
the majority of this story will take place. The history of it all is just
soo messed up I decided "what the heck" and lets all just say its not in
any exact timeline. Obviously there's not going to be any cars driving by,
but I needed certain things to happen and actual timeline info probably
wouldn't work. I'm saying probably b/c at the moment I'm too disoriented
and lazy to look it up (further I don't think England had gotten to the
middevilish type stage at around 500 or so BC)....as always I have something
to blame my writing on! I blame this on the fact I got the shit beaten out
of me in soccer today ('scues the lang but its true) and did five high headers
before this. Deal with the oddness. ^__^; Evil J alert also....sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't think I own them....hmmm....not sure....but I do believe I
would remember owning someone. And sense I don't I don't!
Part 1
Heero Yuy was no longer on the slave ship, though right now he may wish
he was. He was in a small room, locked in with no way out it seemed. Captain J
had just left to fill out some papers and was bound to come back any minute, and
he certainly didn't want to face him again.
He check the door again and found much to his amazement that it was
slightly ajar. Frowning to himself the blue-eyed boy pushed and was delighted
to see it give. Maybe he could get away from that captain!
Heero crept along the hallways of the deserted temple that was now
being used as a home for the Slave Collector. The place was a maze but if he
could just get out....
Another door creaked and Heero felt his heart leap to he throat as he
heard the tell tail *thud clip clap, thud clip clap, thud clip clap* of the
boot, peg, and metal cain sound of Captain J walking.
'He's back!' His mind screamed at him as he turned this way and that trying
to get as far away from the footsteps as he could before leaning back on one of the
walls winded....and the awful footsteps came closer.
"You tried to run away, boy." Captain J's voice broke the pattern of panting
Heero had been making. "You were very stupid."
"Go away." Heero stood up and glared at the old man trying to look more brave
and defiant than he was...to bad he was only five summers and the look was not as
withering as he'd hoped.
"I don't think so, chap...." J chuckled evilly. "I don't think so at all...I
think you need a lesson"
And before Heero could muster up a reply he felt pain blossom in his chest as
the cane J used was smacked harshly into his ribs.
"You are never to disobey me!" Another hit, this time with the back of his
hand, "You are no one!" A punch to the stomach," And you never will be, do you
understand?" a rap on the head with the cane that made stars dance in front of his
eyes, "You are just a slave to be used." the captain spat on him. "You are nobody!"
"No!" Heero went into a curled position, his arms above his face to try to
protect himself. "I'm Heero Yuy! I'll never be no one! and I'll NEVER be just a
slave to someone sick like YOU!"
"Oh, you think so you little brat?" The Captain grinned down at him and
yanked him to his eye level....Heero didn't like that look at all. "Well, see about that...."
The sound of clothing be ripped and terrified screams soon filled the Temples walls.
^*^
Duo Maxwell, the young hair to the fief of Magalan(1) in the lower regions of
England pranced into the school house dragging with him his neighbor and China's
Ambassador's youngest son, Wufei and his slightly older sister Hilde. The former of
the two did not look nearly as cheerful latter and Duo did.
Duo's chestnut braid wiped from sided to side and his violet eyes glittered
happily as he pounced on Milliardo, the schools teacher, and began to babble to him
at an alarming speed. "HIYA MILLY TEACHER! My family gets to have the-the-AMBASIEDORS
from CHINA! And they have a son!!! His name is Wuffie and he's really really cool!
And that means I'm not gonna be the only boy in class this year!! Isn't that great!!"
The young teacher grimaced a little knowing far well what this year was
going to end up like and worked up a smile. "Thats great Duo...how about you take
your seat and we can have a introduction day for today before moving back into
learning mathematics and......"
Milliardo was cut off by his sister marking her arrival. "I see you did
come back you snot face sewer rat!" (2) She screeched and everyone winced at the
high pitch her little voice could reach.
"Oh look Wufei your other classmate has arrived... allow me to make
introductions. Ambasiedor Chang Wufei this is Mud-Faced Screechowl, Mud-Face
Chang Wufei!" Duo had let go of Milliardo and gestured to Relena.
"WHY YOU LITTLE PUNK!"
Wufei groaned under his breath and wished for the hundredth time that
his family weren't the Ambassadors for China or at least they had been assigned a
different Fief. He was going to be a warrior, he didn't need to listen to these
petty fights and learn what these English Crazy's had to teach. As if in agreement
with his thoughts, about the fights at lease, Mr. Peacecraft attempted to stop
the one in progress, but had no success when Hilde joined Relena's team and began
helping her attack her brother.
This would be a long fifteen years.....
~*~
Quatre at the same moment half across the known world looked fearfully about.
His bright blond hair had turned a dark brownish shade from the sand and his hands
and feet were tough from the long trek across part of the desert to see his new
home. He didn't know why he was going here, he had wanted to stay with the other
boy...Heero... that was his name, Quatre thought. Heero needed someone with him if
he admitted it or not. The Captain was not a good person, his crystalheart (3)
told him as much, but when threatened with death. Well, anyone would have left.
The blond boy peered across the dunes that seemed to stretch for miles
in every direction and wondered if they may be lost when a whitish, marble looking
building rose from in front of them along with an oases that was not far off from
this different looking beauty.
It had an arched doorway, with seven pillars supporting the entrance, twin
towers with domish looking tops adorn the caps, windows dotted the front and banners
of satin hung from widows and arches adding color. The place look large, huge
even....and that was the place they seemed to be going.
Quatre trembled and looked up at his captors, wondering what may happen once
he was out of their care. His trip hadn't been bad...in fact at times it was almost
pleasant. Reminding him of his trips around Atlantis and his teachings of art and
architecture. The people who transported him always made sure he had enough food and
water and never harmed him in anyway, as long as he didn't try to run away of course.
He didn't know what to expect from his new masters. Sense he was now to be
a slave he wasn't sure about anything...what was he supposed to do? Slaves had always
been band at home and what if he got a bad person? One that would beat him? Quatre
bit his lip until it bled and they were at the entrance of this strange and magnificent
place.
^*^
Trowa peeked from behind one of the pillars as a new boy walked into the Palace
accompanied by three burly men. His sister, Cathy, would give him quite a tong thrashing
if he were caught. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to be learning his
dances but the new boy intrigued him.
The boys sweat soaked clothing and hair clung to his skin, along with a
thick layer of dirt and sand that held him as if it were a second set, turning
his light colored hair brown and his already dull cloths became splotchy. Trowa's
green eyes swept the other, he was supposed to be an Atlantian, on of the only
left, and now to be the heir to the Winners Estate and Business if he were to prove
himself. This one boy who was supposed to be so much however did not look like
it. In fact he seemed terrified.
The group moved to enter and greet the family and Trowa decided to hang around
a bit longer, and see if this one was to stay. Stay and perhaps be friends with
him....stay and not be sold and broken. like he was sure to be if sold.
Slipping in behind the group and behind another column, peeked in, holding
in a gasp when he saw the entire family assembled.
The family consisted of eight wives, twenty-nine daughters and one father.
The father stood in the center, with a strict look apon his face while the young
ladies peered at the blond in a most curious manner and whispered amongst themselves.
Mr. Winner paced in front of the party, a distasteful look gracing his
normal impassive features as of late and barked out,(4) "Your name!"
The blond boy jerked his head up from its former lowered position.
"M-my name sir? Qu-Quatra Tin. Son of the late-"
"I don't care about your parents boy!" Mr. Winners voice boomed
and echoed in room. "Tell me though are you indeed from Atlantis?"
"Yes, s-sir."
"Good. And stop calling me Sir!" Mr. Winner jerked around,
his bright robes flinging out to the sides. "Anania!"
"Yes, Father?" A small girl about Trowa's age stepped forward.
Her fawnish brown-yellow eyes slightly widened.
"What do you think of him!" He gestured to Quatre.
"I like him, and I believe he will be able to run the company well
given time." She told him matter-of-factly before turning around and
leaving. "You shouldn't be scaring him so though."
Trowa agreed full heartedly. There was just something about Quatre
that drew him in. He wanted to get to know him badly. But at the moment
Quatre was shaking as if a privet earthquake was happening just below his feet.
"Very well, any objections?" Mr. Winner looked around. When there
were none he dismissed everyone and paid the men who brought Quatre.
Turning to leave Trowa heard Mr. Winner call to him. "Trowa I
know your there. Come out and show Quatre where to go and what to do. It
will be you job to teach him the basics and how he is to act for the most
part. Fail and he goes to the Slave Sales. Oh, and make sure he gets a
bath before dinner."
Trowa's eye's widened as he realized he had been caught before turning
around and rushing back. He never knew what mood Mr. Winner was in anymore and
did not want to push it.
Smiling slightly Trowa held out a hand as Mr. Winner left. "Hallo, I'm
Trowa."
Quatre took Trowa's hand and held it. "Its nice to meet you Trowa, I'm
sure we can be good friends!" (5)
^*^
~~Eight Years After the last encounter(Quatre and Trowa)~~
Quatre Tin or rather now Quatre Winner raced threw the halls,
passed the columns and under the banners before launching himself onto
his taller friends back. "Trowa! Guess what!"
The other Gypsy bread boy smiled. "I don't know Quatre, what?"
"We get to go to ENGLAND! A fief called Magalan to be precise! Mr.
Winner said I should so I can get a better view of the world and other
cultures, and I talked him into letting you go as well!"
"That's great Quatre. But I'll have to ask Cathy, and you never
know if she will agree or not."
"I know. But I hope she says yes. I'll be gone for at least three
years, staying at some old guy name Maxwells place...and I haven't a clue what to do." (6)
~~Nine Years After the last encounter(Heero) ~~
Heero sat hunched in a ball in his room, chin to knees. His room consisted
of a small cot that most definitely would not support his weight any longer, and
four walls with one window. It was five feet by five and was made of gray, moss ridden
stone. He blinked as he saw light start to filter in, the colors slowly growing as
the sun peeked threw the window showing that yet another day had begun.
Presently Heero was trying to remember how it felt to be free, on of his
now favorite past times. He could remember fire and water and all the things before
he was fished out of the sea, as anyone would.(7) He even remembered the basics of
the week before. But the people he knew and the things he did normally were at a
loss. It was as if they had never occurred.
His musing were drown out by a loud ringing coming from his Masters
chambers. Heero frowned and pushing his bangs from his eyes walked out of his room.
Heero was a short 15 year old Atlantian. Not that his country name had
much meaning any longer. He stood to about 5' or 5' 1'' with long unruly hair
that reached his thigh, it was beautiful but often it was as greasy as if he had
pored Vaseline on his head, and flat Persian blue eyes.(8) He had been a slave
for nine years and 360 long days, been subject to almost any type of abuse, and
was now ready to leave.
Heero's Master was a tall, proud Captain. His last voyage had been the
one he found Heero on, and his ship was the Meteor. Captain J wore an old fashion
red vest with black and blue trimmings coming down and up from the waste for
added decoration. His beard and mustache were never combed nor washed, his cold
gray eyes were nearly doubled in size by thick red-gray glasses, and his right
leg had been taken off a few years before adding a stunning peg leg laced with
iron to the already unusual man. J, was an angry man, never satisfied, and always
having a thirst for money and anything he could get that could get him some quick.
Also he had a monster of a temper, a note that Heero himself had learned far too late.
Marching down the halls of the Temple where they lived Heero taped on the
door to J's chambers.
"Come in boy." Captain J's gruff voice came from within and Heero complied.
"We're going to town today. Your getting sold to someone younger for a good
price. If I'm not happy with the price today then we'll try again next week."
Heero looked surprised for a moment before it was hidden behind his mask
of blank indifference.
"Yes boy, I'm going to sell you. You've been a good slave and fuck but
now that you've been broken in. I think its time for my one last cash in before
I retire in the good life." The older man took a hold of the boys wrist. "Come along."
Heero almost snorted at the old mans foolish thought. He was far from broken...in
fact this would be his chance. He could finally get out of here. Today! When they were
out among crowds of people and near the sea.
It had taken them almost a half an hour before they reached the town square and
the Slave Selling had yet to begin. Yanking Heero along J went to fill out the papers needed
to sell him.
The square was amazing. Small houses and shops dotted the area, and colorful
streamers and fruit were out everywhere. Currently there were a band of gypsies dancing
in the center, and people of every race and culture mingled. The best part though was
the small harbor with a strong current and on the docks had been a small almost wreck of
a rowboat. Something that would just allow him to get far enough away.
Smiling inside Heero went off to the side and slowly eased his wrist from the
tight hold. Hoping that Captain J was too busies to notice him....he was. Slipping silently
threw the masses he snuck on the dock and into the small rowboat.
It didn't seem stable, and it swayed much too much for his liking but it would
do. Untying it from the dock he pushed out.
He was about eightyfive feet out from the docks end when someone finally
spotted him
"HEY! YOU THERE BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THAT THING ISN'T SAFE FOR TRAVEL!!"
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End Part one
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1 fief of Magalan, not a real place. and I'm not even sure if in real life they'd be
called fief's. Fiefs are sections of land give out by the King to knights to rule over
like governors of some sort in England in the middle ages type thing. They also had
castle like houses etc.
2 Little girls and boys always fight atleast a little when there younger, its natural.
Sometimes boys and girls are friends but I don't think Duo and Relena will ever be
strawberries and cream.
3 Ummm.....spaceheart same thing, different name. Feeling about people etc.
4 One of his many wives just died. When people die the people generally that they new
change. At least for a while. Grieving process and stuff like that. He's not supposed
to be evil like J is in this story, mainly.
5 Little bit of a sappy ending here...dislike it but then again my first try really
writing Trowa and Quartre in sofar.
6 This ends badly but I had to get them over to were Duo and Wufei were sooo....
7 Generally speaking it is hard for anyone to remember much of there childhood. Memory
generally starts when there is something interesting happening...so it would be a
little hard to remember, huh?
8 I couldn't help it. I had to give Heero long hair! And if you couldn't tell I
originally wrote this to be the beginning...
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I'm finnaly done with this part....it need to be edited but I'll do that
later. A serous rewrite.... Not too bad for my first fic, is it?
I'm going to go conk out for a few years now. C-ya :: mumbles incoherently
about not getting historical things right and soccer balls before falling asleep at the door::
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"...idiots, imbeciles, aliens, the insane and women..."
- A law standing in Texas until 1918 regulating who could
not vote.
hey, at least we were among good company.