Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enslaving the Heart ❯ Rose Silk Monster ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 343 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.23.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 343 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 9-23-02
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Seven: Rose Silk Monster)
rated: R - adult language, content
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Rose Silk Monster
Securing his braid back with one hand, Duo kept a careful eye on the
machinery before him as he nimbly tied the ribbon with only the one
hand. Originally, young girls worked with these textile-making steel
giants, but their long hair would get caught far too often. Duo had no
desire to see his braid ripped cleanly out of his skull like in the
horror stories he'd heard from Hilde.
Sneaking a quick look off from the dancing spindles before him, Duo
scanned the row for Wufei, but he had yet to see his friend all day.
That worried him greatly, especially considering the good mood Trieze
seemed to be in. Since taking his eyes off his work could be fatal,
Duo stopped looking for Wufei and focused back in on carefully
plucking and maneuvering the threads.
"Eyes on your work, Huer!" a familiar clipped voice shouted from the
opposite end of the building. Duo quickly stole a glance to the side,
feeling deep relief at seeing Wufei making his way slowly up the line.
After a seemingly endless eternity, Wufei's shadow fell over Duo and
the boy whispered, "Any smart ass remarks, Maxwell?"
"None," Duo replied with a grin, setting one last thread and taking a
brief break to look over his shoulder at Wufei.
And promptly whirled back to furiously attack his work, trying to
avoid staring at his friend. Wufei moved up beside him, reaching out
to experimentally touch at the machine. "Careful," Duo warned, keeping
one eye on his hands and another on Wufei's.
Wufei nodded slightly and said in a bitter tone, "For what good would
I be with just one arm."
"I, uh, take it Trieze wasn't too pleased about that whole injustice
thing?"
Wufei half lifted a shoulder and let it fall in the barest of shrugs,
but even that little movement caused a glimmer of pain to cross his
face. "You could say that."
Even obscured by the dim lighting of the building, Wufei clearly
sported a puffy black eye which all but blocked vision for the
unfortunate left eye. It off set the split lip nicely.
"Cruel bastard!" Duo swore vehemently under his breath. Wufei inhaled
sharply at the words and instinctively glanced around for Trieze, who
was fortunately preoccupied with chewing some poor slave out for
having a tear in his shirt.
"Marks gained in the fight for justice seldom hurt," Wufei replied
cryptically, receiving a short laugh from Duo in response. "Stop
daydreaming, Maxwell, and show some progress!" Wufei barked in perfect
imitation of Trieze's harsh tone as he moved on from observing Duo to
joining the slave master over on the opposite side.
Duo shook his head and focused back on his work, trying to quell the
rising bits of anger directed towards Trieze the Bastard. He had the
sudden mental image of Trieze caught up in one of the machines and
grinned in response.
-------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Jasmine assaulted him immediately upon enter the bathroom and Heero
was eager to set the bucket of water down and escape back to his
corner. Trowa sat in the tub, head bowed, as Relena pointed to the boy
and said, "Dump the water over him, Heero."
Irrational anger gripped Heero and he tightened his grip on the bucket,
fighting the urge to...
Relena let out a shrill scream as Heero tossed the bucket of water
into her face, the steamy contents instantly plunging down the front
of her dress and over the rich silk skirts. Trowa looked up, emerald
eyes wide and half obscured by a thick fall of his damp brown hair.
Hardly able to believe what he had just done, Heero stood there
holding the empty bucket and staring at Relena, event though he should
have turned and fled down the passage.
"You...YOU!" Relena wailed, looking as if she wanted to slap Heero
full across the face. Instead, the Lady turned on a heel and dashes
out into the bedchamber, throwing herself on to the corded rope.
Relena stood there in her dripping, ruined gown, glaring darkly with
eyes glinted of pure malice, but Heero caught the faintest pull of
another emotion lurking beneath blue flames. ...Desire?
"Twenty lashes," Relena shrieked, pointing an accusing finger to
Heero. "Do it at noon and have all the slaves gathered to watch it.
Twenty, No! Thirty lashes!" the Lady was screaming at this point. As
it turned out, Noin was the one to answer the summons and hear these
screeched orders.
"With pleasure, milady."
As he was dragged from the room, Heero couldn't help but feel it was
worth it. He saw Trowa standing in the bathroom entrance, a towel
wrapped around his waist. Their eyes met and Heero read the relief and
gratitude radiating off Trowa.
It was worth it.
-------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
Instead of being led right back out to the machines after lunch, Duo
and other four textiles workers were left in the barn (as he referred
to it) until far past time to return to work. Not that Duo minded
greatly. In fact, he used the time to open the brown package Wufei had
delivered to him on behalf of Hilde.
"Oh, Hil..." he whispered, folding back the paper to reveal brand new
blanket, obviously knitted by hand. There was no way Trieze would let
him keep it, but that was only if the slave master saw it. Duo
carefully hid the knitted blanket under his ratty wool one. He paused,
looking at the empty space beside his makeshift bed. The new boy,
Heero, had a gold earring, but yet he slept in this disaster zone?
Maybe they had run out of copper...?
The five out them looked up expectantly as the oak door swung open to
admit Wufei, who shot glares at them all as he closed the door back
behind him firmly. Ignoring the curious questions shot at him, he
crossed the room and stood over Duo, a grave look on his face.
"Woah, Wu, someone needs to smile," Duo offered nervously, wondering
if Trieze had sent Wufei in here on some twisted, quirky mission.
"There's going to be a lashing," Wufei announced loud enough for all
of them to hear, "and all the slaves are supposed to attend."
"What? Take time off work and everything? Who is it, anyone I would
know?" Duo asked, standing up and dusting the straw off his knees.
Wufei nodded solemnly in return, his puffed out black eye making him
look ridiculously foolish despite the firm attitude. "That new slave,
Heero," Wufei said with a slight nod to the floor.
"What?!" Duo shrieked a bit too loudly, almost positive his jaw has
unhinged and landed on the floor. Heero's cobalt blue eyes flashed
before him suddenly, and he was reminded of last night when they had
shared his blanket. He'd taken a sudden liking to the new guy, for
reasons known only to those Above and Below.
"By Lady Peacecraft's order, he's to be given thirty lashes at noon in
front of the entire estate."
"Thirty?! Dear Mother, is she trying to kill him?"
Wufei lowered his voice into a conspirator's whisper, "I heard that he
dumped a bucket of water over her head."
That caused Duo to laugh slightly despite the complete seriousness of
the situation. He had never liked to see people in pain, even though
he'd grown numb to it over the years. There was something different
about receiving lashes than, saw, getting your arm caught up in a
massive machine having it ripped from your body. At least it happened
all at once and without warning. The lashes, however, they were
delivered with a measured amount of inflicted pain and minute pauses
in between, just enough so the victim would feel the burn of the
leather in mere anticipation for the actual blow.
"You're kidding," Duo said, finding it hard to believe that anyone, no
matter how new, would willingly pissed Lady Relena off. He'd heard
rumors and half-confirmed truths from Hilde, though, that made him
doubt his own convictions. The girl was known to go a bit too far
sometimes, according to Hilde.
Wufei shook his head slowly and stepped away, his movements careful
and guarded. "Get a move out! Move, move!" he yelled in another
startling imitation of Trieze. Duo had to remind himself that beneath
the harsh commands was his friend, but he was still deeply bothered by
the fact that Wufei held a whip loosely in one hand, ready to snap out
and make marks upon the back of some hapless slave.
Silently, the small group of slaves, led by Wufei, emerged from their
building for a destination besides work. They moved in a wide circle
around the house and into the small yard so neatly manicured by Lady
Relena's gardeners. Apparently she found the need to have all the
slaves witness Heero's back being flayed open greater than the need to
have a perfect garden.
So far only the house slaves were gathered around the whipping post,
and Heero himself, star of the show, had yet to arrive. Duo started to
slip away from his small group in hopes of finding Hilde, but an angry
shout from Wufei stopped him. Sincere apology echoed out from his
friend's dark eyes, for the pseudo-Trieze knew exactly why Duo was
edging away from his group.
"Don't even think about running," Wufei snarled to them as a whole,
but specifically aiming his words to Duo. Then, he carefully turned
away as if looking for Trieze, removing his eyes just enough to where
everyone but Duo was within sight.
Breathing a silent thank you to his friend, Duo glared warningly at
his fellow slaves and merged deeply into the silent crowd of house
slaves. They seemed to be divided in some mysterious way, arranged
subtly into groups. Going by the dirt and straw on the slaves around
him, not to mention the wafting odor, he must have found those that
work in the stables. Hilde was one of Lady Relena's attendants, would
she even be here yet?
Since he knew Wufei was taking a big risk for his own selfish
indulgences, Duo shuffle his way back through the crowd and took up
position at the edge of his original little group. Wufei caught the
movement from the corner of his eye and visible relief crossed over
his face before being schooled back into stoic impatience.
On the other side of the ring of slaves, Trieze showed up with the
remaining field hands, who looked happy enough to be away from work.
Duo wanted to go over and slap each and every one of them, screaming
to them that there was nothing entertaining about one of their own...
"Why do you care so much?" Wufei muttered softly under his breath,
edging up close to Duo while at the same time looking casual when
doing so.
"Why do you?" Duo whispered back, not liking how his friend just spoke
his own thoughts out loud. Why did he care so much if one slave
received the lash for something so obviously deserving, like dumping
water on a lady?
Small bits of anger glinted from Wufei's dark eyes as he whispered
under his breath in a voice so soft Duo might have missed it had he
not been anticipating the reply. "Slavery as whole is an injustice."
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
< br>
Author's Notes: Wow, I need three-day weekends more often! ^^ Yay, I
got some more feedback! ::happy dance:: 1321, of course it was because
of your email! I'm always one to listen to the readers when they make
really good suggestions. Which goes to all the rest of you, too! Hey,
I need to send the Update ML *runs off to do that and write more*
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters soon.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
Email me to join my Update ML (be alerted when I add new stories)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Seven: Rose Silk Monster)
rated: R - adult language, content
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Rose Silk Monster
Securing his braid back with one hand, Duo kept a careful eye on the
machinery before him as he nimbly tied the ribbon with only the one
hand. Originally, young girls worked with these textile-making steel
giants, but their long hair would get caught far too often. Duo had no
desire to see his braid ripped cleanly out of his skull like in the
horror stories he'd heard from Hilde.
Sneaking a quick look off from the dancing spindles before him, Duo
scanned the row for Wufei, but he had yet to see his friend all day.
That worried him greatly, especially considering the good mood Trieze
seemed to be in. Since taking his eyes off his work could be fatal,
Duo stopped looking for Wufei and focused back in on carefully
plucking and maneuvering the threads.
"Eyes on your work, Huer!" a familiar clipped voice shouted from the
opposite end of the building. Duo quickly stole a glance to the side,
feeling deep relief at seeing Wufei making his way slowly up the line.
After a seemingly endless eternity, Wufei's shadow fell over Duo and
the boy whispered, "Any smart ass remarks, Maxwell?"
"None," Duo replied with a grin, setting one last thread and taking a
brief break to look over his shoulder at Wufei.
And promptly whirled back to furiously attack his work, trying to
avoid staring at his friend. Wufei moved up beside him, reaching out
to experimentally touch at the machine. "Careful," Duo warned, keeping
one eye on his hands and another on Wufei's.
Wufei nodded slightly and said in a bitter tone, "For what good would
I be with just one arm."
"I, uh, take it Trieze wasn't too pleased about that whole injustice
thing?"
Wufei half lifted a shoulder and let it fall in the barest of shrugs,
but even that little movement caused a glimmer of pain to cross his
face. "You could say that."
Even obscured by the dim lighting of the building, Wufei clearly
sported a puffy black eye which all but blocked vision for the
unfortunate left eye. It off set the split lip nicely.
"Cruel bastard!" Duo swore vehemently under his breath. Wufei inhaled
sharply at the words and instinctively glanced around for Trieze, who
was fortunately preoccupied with chewing some poor slave out for
having a tear in his shirt.
"Marks gained in the fight for justice seldom hurt," Wufei replied
cryptically, receiving a short laugh from Duo in response. "Stop
daydreaming, Maxwell, and show some progress!" Wufei barked in perfect
imitation of Trieze's harsh tone as he moved on from observing Duo to
joining the slave master over on the opposite side.
Duo shook his head and focused back on his work, trying to quell the
rising bits of anger directed towards Trieze the Bastard. He had the
sudden mental image of Trieze caught up in one of the machines and
grinned in response.
-------------------------------------------------------- ---------------
Jasmine assaulted him immediately upon enter the bathroom and Heero
was eager to set the bucket of water down and escape back to his
corner. Trowa sat in the tub, head bowed, as Relena pointed to the boy
and said, "Dump the water over him, Heero."
Irrational anger gripped Heero and he tightened his grip on the bucket,
fighting the urge to...
Relena let out a shrill scream as Heero tossed the bucket of water
into her face, the steamy contents instantly plunging down the front
of her dress and over the rich silk skirts. Trowa looked up, emerald
eyes wide and half obscured by a thick fall of his damp brown hair.
Hardly able to believe what he had just done, Heero stood there
holding the empty bucket and staring at Relena, event though he should
have turned and fled down the passage.
"You...YOU!" Relena wailed, looking as if she wanted to slap Heero
full across the face. Instead, the Lady turned on a heel and dashes
out into the bedchamber, throwing herself on to the corded rope.
Relena stood there in her dripping, ruined gown, glaring darkly with
eyes glinted of pure malice, but Heero caught the faintest pull of
another emotion lurking beneath blue flames. ...Desire?
"Twenty lashes," Relena shrieked, pointing an accusing finger to
Heero. "Do it at noon and have all the slaves gathered to watch it.
Twenty, No! Thirty lashes!" the Lady was screaming at this point. As
it turned out, Noin was the one to answer the summons and hear these
screeched orders.
"With pleasure, milady."
As he was dragged from the room, Heero couldn't help but feel it was
worth it. He saw Trowa standing in the bathroom entrance, a towel
wrapped around his waist. Their eyes met and Heero read the relief and
gratitude radiating off Trowa.
It was worth it.
-------------------------------------------------------------- ---------
Instead of being led right back out to the machines after lunch, Duo
and other four textiles workers were left in the barn (as he referred
to it) until far past time to return to work. Not that Duo minded
greatly. In fact, he used the time to open the brown package Wufei had
delivered to him on behalf of Hilde.
"Oh, Hil..." he whispered, folding back the paper to reveal brand new
blanket, obviously knitted by hand. There was no way Trieze would let
him keep it, but that was only if the slave master saw it. Duo
carefully hid the knitted blanket under his ratty wool one. He paused,
looking at the empty space beside his makeshift bed. The new boy,
Heero, had a gold earring, but yet he slept in this disaster zone?
Maybe they had run out of copper...?
The five out them looked up expectantly as the oak door swung open to
admit Wufei, who shot glares at them all as he closed the door back
behind him firmly. Ignoring the curious questions shot at him, he
crossed the room and stood over Duo, a grave look on his face.
"Woah, Wu, someone needs to smile," Duo offered nervously, wondering
if Trieze had sent Wufei in here on some twisted, quirky mission.
"There's going to be a lashing," Wufei announced loud enough for all
of them to hear, "and all the slaves are supposed to attend."
"What? Take time off work and everything? Who is it, anyone I would
know?" Duo asked, standing up and dusting the straw off his knees.
Wufei nodded solemnly in return, his puffed out black eye making him
look ridiculously foolish despite the firm attitude. "That new slave,
Heero," Wufei said with a slight nod to the floor.
"What?!" Duo shrieked a bit too loudly, almost positive his jaw has
unhinged and landed on the floor. Heero's cobalt blue eyes flashed
before him suddenly, and he was reminded of last night when they had
shared his blanket. He'd taken a sudden liking to the new guy, for
reasons known only to those Above and Below.
"By Lady Peacecraft's order, he's to be given thirty lashes at noon in
front of the entire estate."
"Thirty?! Dear Mother, is she trying to kill him?"
Wufei lowered his voice into a conspirator's whisper, "I heard that he
dumped a bucket of water over her head."
That caused Duo to laugh slightly despite the complete seriousness of
the situation. He had never liked to see people in pain, even though
he'd grown numb to it over the years. There was something different
about receiving lashes than, saw, getting your arm caught up in a
massive machine having it ripped from your body. At least it happened
all at once and without warning. The lashes, however, they were
delivered with a measured amount of inflicted pain and minute pauses
in between, just enough so the victim would feel the burn of the
leather in mere anticipation for the actual blow.
"You're kidding," Duo said, finding it hard to believe that anyone, no
matter how new, would willingly pissed Lady Relena off. He'd heard
rumors and half-confirmed truths from Hilde, though, that made him
doubt his own convictions. The girl was known to go a bit too far
sometimes, according to Hilde.
Wufei shook his head slowly and stepped away, his movements careful
and guarded. "Get a move out! Move, move!" he yelled in another
startling imitation of Trieze. Duo had to remind himself that beneath
the harsh commands was his friend, but he was still deeply bothered by
the fact that Wufei held a whip loosely in one hand, ready to snap out
and make marks upon the back of some hapless slave.
Silently, the small group of slaves, led by Wufei, emerged from their
building for a destination besides work. They moved in a wide circle
around the house and into the small yard so neatly manicured by Lady
Relena's gardeners. Apparently she found the need to have all the
slaves witness Heero's back being flayed open greater than the need to
have a perfect garden.
So far only the house slaves were gathered around the whipping post,
and Heero himself, star of the show, had yet to arrive. Duo started to
slip away from his small group in hopes of finding Hilde, but an angry
shout from Wufei stopped him. Sincere apology echoed out from his
friend's dark eyes, for the pseudo-Trieze knew exactly why Duo was
edging away from his group.
"Don't even think about running," Wufei snarled to them as a whole,
but specifically aiming his words to Duo. Then, he carefully turned
away as if looking for Trieze, removing his eyes just enough to where
everyone but Duo was within sight.
Breathing a silent thank you to his friend, Duo glared warningly at
his fellow slaves and merged deeply into the silent crowd of house
slaves. They seemed to be divided in some mysterious way, arranged
subtly into groups. Going by the dirt and straw on the slaves around
him, not to mention the wafting odor, he must have found those that
work in the stables. Hilde was one of Lady Relena's attendants, would
she even be here yet?
Since he knew Wufei was taking a big risk for his own selfish
indulgences, Duo shuffle his way back through the crowd and took up
position at the edge of his original little group. Wufei caught the
movement from the corner of his eye and visible relief crossed over
his face before being schooled back into stoic impatience.
On the other side of the ring of slaves, Trieze showed up with the
remaining field hands, who looked happy enough to be away from work.
Duo wanted to go over and slap each and every one of them, screaming
to them that there was nothing entertaining about one of their own...
"Why do you care so much?" Wufei muttered softly under his breath,
edging up close to Duo while at the same time looking casual when
doing so.
"Why do you?" Duo whispered back, not liking how his friend just spoke
his own thoughts out loud. Why did he care so much if one slave
received the lash for something so obviously deserving, like dumping
water on a lady?
Small bits of anger glinted from Wufei's dark eyes as he whispered
under his breath in a voice so soft Duo might have missed it had he
not been anticipating the reply. "Slavery as whole is an injustice."
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
< br>
Author's Notes: Wow, I need three-day weekends more often! ^^ Yay, I
got some more feedback! ::happy dance:: 1321, of course it was because
of your email! I'm always one to listen to the readers when they make
really good suggestions. Which goes to all the rest of you, too! Hey,
I need to send the Update ML *runs off to do that and write more*
Feedback/reviews are very much appreciated! More chapters soon.
copyright 2002 - Gundam Wing and characters copyright other people.
LSE - "Violet" (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com)
Email me to join my Update ML (be alerted when I add new stories)
www.geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/index.html