Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enslaving the Heart ❯ Interrupted ( Chapter 8 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Updated On: 10.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 346 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Updated On: 10.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 346 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 9-25-02
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Eight: Interrupted)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Interrupted
The short wooden post stood cemented in the center of the garden,
which had obviously sprung up around the structure instead of the
other way around. "Most whippings were not done in front of an
audience," Mariemaia, one of Lady Relena's attendants whispered, her
pale blue eyes glinting with an odd sort of excitement.
"Must you be so rude?" the other attendant, Hilde, said with a hushing
motion. Relena didn't look up from her quiet conversation with Trieze
concerning Heero's fate.
Heero stared down at the iron bands laid across his wrists and tried
to gather himself. From her place beside Relena, Noin seemed to
radiate intense pleasure at seeing Heero once more in shackles. "I
want thirty," Relena said loudly.
"Milady, surely twenty will suffice," Trieze said gruffly with a look
to the gathered slaves.
"Do you question my judgment?" Relena screeched, looking for all the
world like she wanted to snatch the whip from the slave master's hand
and use it to full force.
"No, milady," Trieze was quick to say, trying hard to maintain some
dignity before his petite mistress. "Thirty it is, then."
Satisfied, Relena turned in a flurry of skirts and stalked her way
over to the edge of the muddy circle surrounding the post, pausing to
wait for one of her attendants to rush forward and lay a square of
silk down for her to walk on. Mariemaia and Hilde laid out the white
patches before Relena's silk slippers, creating a path over to the
spot she had selected to watch from.
Heero was left standing there before the post and he slowly raised his
eyes to look at the wooden monstrosity. Anticipating Trieze's command,
he knelt beside the post and laid his shackled hands upon it. His
shirt lay neatly set aside in the mud.
"Do you accept your punishment so easily, boy?"
When Heero didn't reply, Trieze shouted for his minion, the lithe
Wufei, who came out from the circle of slaves to stand beside Heero.
"Master Trieze?" Wufei asked with a slight hint of insubordination,
much to Heero's, and apparently Trieze's, shock.
Trieze glared at the boy until he offered out a strip of leather to
Heero, who gratefully nodded and clumsily accepted it as best he could
with iron trapped hands. Placing the leather in his mouth, he
carefully tucked his tongue aside and bit down hard enough to press
into the leather. He laid his hands back to the post and nodded ever
so slightly to Wufei, who stepped away and nodded in turn to Trieze.
The slave master raised his whip and looked to his mistress, Lady
Relena, for the word.
"For an insult upon the nobility and esteem of a Lady of the Highest
Order, Heero of Peacecraft Manor shall receive thirty lashes of whip,
to be administered before the Gods, the Lady who he so offended and
his fellow slaves. The lashes shall be administered by Trieze
Kushrenada, a freeman in employment of the Peacecrafts," Lady Relena
intoned, her cultured voice filled with bitter anger as she read aloud
the official notice from the paper prepared for her by Noin.
Heero rested his forehead on his hands and waited for the first blow,
willing his eyes to close and his vocal cords to remain silent. He
wouldn't give the bitch the satisfaction.
The first thought that blasted through his head when the stroke of the
whip snapped across his back was the knowledge that the whip was
tipped with metal. The second thought was Trieze certainly knew his
business. A collective murmur rose from the gathered slaves, many of
whom had never seen nor felt the whip.
"One," Relena called out in a pleasant voice, almost as if she was
counting lumps of sugar in her tea.
"Two."
Could he lunge off the post and swing the heavy iron shackles into
Trieze's face before anyone could react? True, he would be caught
eventually, but maybe he could get off a solid blow before...
"Three."
Pain broke off any further though as his singularly focused his mind
on remaining composed. Let Relena count her lumps, let Noin gloat, and
let Trieze...
"Four."
Disjointedly came relief that he had removed his shirt, because it
seemed unlikely it would have survived past...
"Five," Relena didn't sound so sure of herself anymore. Heero had
heard somewhere that she once refused a call from the King himself to
send arms because of her belief in peace. Fucking peace to you, too,
Lady Relena, may you burn in...
"Six."
Heero almost lost his grip on the post as the tipped leather came down
across a previous welt, but he resolutely held on and bit down hard
into the leather between his teeth.
"Seven," called Noin's voice when the Lady failed to speak.
The air above him stirred as the whip began its journey down, and
suddenly he heard Relena shout, "Stop!"
The blow landed softly on his back, the leather curling over his
shoulders as Trieze and most of the congregation began to mutter under
their collective breathes. "Stop this at once," Relena cried, her
voice no longer gloating. She sounded near tears.
"Milady?"
Gathering herself, Relena did her best to glare in response to Trieze's
scornful tone. "You're getting blood on my garden," she said primly, a
rustle of skirts signaling movement.
"Mark the lashes as received in full, Noin. Trieze, send all the
slaves to their respective sleeping areas until dinner. Let them dwell
on what has taken place here. The consequences for their actions,"
Relena said forcefully, in case anyone mistook her lapse of mercy for
weakness.
"Milady," Noin and Trieze murmured in varying degrees of
disappointment. Somehow, Heero perceived his was not the only
punishment their Lady had interfered with. He resisted the urge to
feel gratitude to the snotty young woman, but his traitorous back felt
most relieved when the leather and cold metal tips were removed from
his skin for the last time.
Shaking away the offered hand up from Wufei, Heero stood on his own
power and took out of the leather scrap wedged betwixt his jaws. A row
of firmly pressed teeth marks were plainly visible on the piece as he
offered it out to Trieze, much to the slave master's displeasure.
"Be lucky you've got milady twisted about your little finger," Trieze
snarled as he turned to herd the field hands back to their building.
If there was one person Heero did not want twisted about any part of
his anatomy, it would be Lady Relena.
The slaves lingered around for a few moments, whispering amongst
themselves and enjoying their brief freedom, if only fleeting and
imagined. Eventually they were ushered back to their sleeping quarters,
as per Relena's orders, which no one looked terribly broken up about.
Heero felt an odd since of pride, for he had given all the slaves the
day off...but why did he care? Their well-being was no concern of his.
Walking stiffly over to the scrap of cloth that was his shirt, Heero
bent and collected the item, looking it over for damage. Besides some
mud and a well placed footprint, it was still wearable. He started to
put it back on, another look at the mud caused a quick rethinking of
that idea.
Turning to go, Heero was stopped by a hand at his elbow, jerking him
back suddenly. "Let go," he muttered, pulling away, but the hand clung
resiliently on. Finally, he looked back to see who was interfering and
froze, finding himself pinned by Noin's dark glare.
"You owe me twenty-three," she whispered in a low, threatening tone.
"And you owe me a new shirt," Heero said on impulse, shoving the muddy
garment at Noin. The Madame looked merely shocked, but he saw another
emotion float across her face -- amusement? Then from nowhere, Noin's
hand flew trough the space between them, connecting solidly.
In his surprise, Heero slipped in the mud and went crashing down, much
to Noin's amusement. Bitch. He only owed her twenty-two! That last one
counted ... was his last thought before head and ground firmly met and
stopped any further debate.
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: No more weekend, aww. Fortunately, there's another one
coming soon! I get to go see "Grave of the Fireflies" tomorrow, YES!
(for those of you who don't know, it's a really awesome anime movie.
Very sad. Very inspiration for angst writing!) Well, that had nothing
to do with "Enslaving the Heart"...
I'm starting to get worried! Or maybe just spoiled... Please, if you've
been reading the story so far, sign a review and let me know.
Or email me (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com) or if you have AIM feel free to
IM me!
I'm seriously thinking of putting this on the back burner and working
on more rewarding 'fics. It's not that I don't love the story, its
just I'm concerned about what you, the readers, think about it. No,
don't mistake this for a threat, I'll keep writing even if there are
no more new reviews... Do you want me to stay with "Enslaving the
Heart" or work on something else? Please let me know!
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 Eight: Interrupted)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Interrupted
The short wooden post stood cemented in the center of the garden,
which had obviously sprung up around the structure instead of the
other way around. "Most whippings were not done in front of an
audience," Mariemaia, one of Lady Relena's attendants whispered, her
pale blue eyes glinting with an odd sort of excitement.
"Must you be so rude?" the other attendant, Hilde, said with a hushing
motion. Relena didn't look up from her quiet conversation with Trieze
concerning Heero's fate.
Heero stared down at the iron bands laid across his wrists and tried
to gather himself. From her place beside Relena, Noin seemed to
radiate intense pleasure at seeing Heero once more in shackles. "I
want thirty," Relena said loudly.
"Milady, surely twenty will suffice," Trieze said gruffly with a look
to the gathered slaves.
"Do you question my judgment?" Relena screeched, looking for all the
world like she wanted to snatch the whip from the slave master's hand
and use it to full force.
"No, milady," Trieze was quick to say, trying hard to maintain some
dignity before his petite mistress. "Thirty it is, then."
Satisfied, Relena turned in a flurry of skirts and stalked her way
over to the edge of the muddy circle surrounding the post, pausing to
wait for one of her attendants to rush forward and lay a square of
silk down for her to walk on. Mariemaia and Hilde laid out the white
patches before Relena's silk slippers, creating a path over to the
spot she had selected to watch from.
Heero was left standing there before the post and he slowly raised his
eyes to look at the wooden monstrosity. Anticipating Trieze's command,
he knelt beside the post and laid his shackled hands upon it. His
shirt lay neatly set aside in the mud.
"Do you accept your punishment so easily, boy?"
When Heero didn't reply, Trieze shouted for his minion, the lithe
Wufei, who came out from the circle of slaves to stand beside Heero.
"Master Trieze?" Wufei asked with a slight hint of insubordination,
much to Heero's, and apparently Trieze's, shock.
Trieze glared at the boy until he offered out a strip of leather to
Heero, who gratefully nodded and clumsily accepted it as best he could
with iron trapped hands. Placing the leather in his mouth, he
carefully tucked his tongue aside and bit down hard enough to press
into the leather. He laid his hands back to the post and nodded ever
so slightly to Wufei, who stepped away and nodded in turn to Trieze.
The slave master raised his whip and looked to his mistress, Lady
Relena, for the word.
"For an insult upon the nobility and esteem of a Lady of the Highest
Order, Heero of Peacecraft Manor shall receive thirty lashes of whip,
to be administered before the Gods, the Lady who he so offended and
his fellow slaves. The lashes shall be administered by Trieze
Kushrenada, a freeman in employment of the Peacecrafts," Lady Relena
intoned, her cultured voice filled with bitter anger as she read aloud
the official notice from the paper prepared for her by Noin.
Heero rested his forehead on his hands and waited for the first blow,
willing his eyes to close and his vocal cords to remain silent. He
wouldn't give the bitch the satisfaction.
The first thought that blasted through his head when the stroke of the
whip snapped across his back was the knowledge that the whip was
tipped with metal. The second thought was Trieze certainly knew his
business. A collective murmur rose from the gathered slaves, many of
whom had never seen nor felt the whip.
"One," Relena called out in a pleasant voice, almost as if she was
counting lumps of sugar in her tea.
"Two."
Could he lunge off the post and swing the heavy iron shackles into
Trieze's face before anyone could react? True, he would be caught
eventually, but maybe he could get off a solid blow before...
"Three."
Pain broke off any further though as his singularly focused his mind
on remaining composed. Let Relena count her lumps, let Noin gloat, and
let Trieze...
"Four."
Disjointedly came relief that he had removed his shirt, because it
seemed unlikely it would have survived past...
"Five," Relena didn't sound so sure of herself anymore. Heero had
heard somewhere that she once refused a call from the King himself to
send arms because of her belief in peace. Fucking peace to you, too,
Lady Relena, may you burn in...
"Six."
Heero almost lost his grip on the post as the tipped leather came down
across a previous welt, but he resolutely held on and bit down hard
into the leather between his teeth.
"Seven," called Noin's voice when the Lady failed to speak.
The air above him stirred as the whip began its journey down, and
suddenly he heard Relena shout, "Stop!"
The blow landed softly on his back, the leather curling over his
shoulders as Trieze and most of the congregation began to mutter under
their collective breathes. "Stop this at once," Relena cried, her
voice no longer gloating. She sounded near tears.
"Milady?"
Gathering herself, Relena did her best to glare in response to Trieze's
scornful tone. "You're getting blood on my garden," she said primly, a
rustle of skirts signaling movement.
"Mark the lashes as received in full, Noin. Trieze, send all the
slaves to their respective sleeping areas until dinner. Let them dwell
on what has taken place here. The consequences for their actions,"
Relena said forcefully, in case anyone mistook her lapse of mercy for
weakness.
"Milady," Noin and Trieze murmured in varying degrees of
disappointment. Somehow, Heero perceived his was not the only
punishment their Lady had interfered with. He resisted the urge to
feel gratitude to the snotty young woman, but his traitorous back felt
most relieved when the leather and cold metal tips were removed from
his skin for the last time.
Shaking away the offered hand up from Wufei, Heero stood on his own
power and took out of the leather scrap wedged betwixt his jaws. A row
of firmly pressed teeth marks were plainly visible on the piece as he
offered it out to Trieze, much to the slave master's displeasure.
"Be lucky you've got milady twisted about your little finger," Trieze
snarled as he turned to herd the field hands back to their building.
If there was one person Heero did not want twisted about any part of
his anatomy, it would be Lady Relena.
The slaves lingered around for a few moments, whispering amongst
themselves and enjoying their brief freedom, if only fleeting and
imagined. Eventually they were ushered back to their sleeping quarters,
as per Relena's orders, which no one looked terribly broken up about.
Heero felt an odd since of pride, for he had given all the slaves the
day off...but why did he care? Their well-being was no concern of his.
Walking stiffly over to the scrap of cloth that was his shirt, Heero
bent and collected the item, looking it over for damage. Besides some
mud and a well placed footprint, it was still wearable. He started to
put it back on, another look at the mud caused a quick rethinking of
that idea.
Turning to go, Heero was stopped by a hand at his elbow, jerking him
back suddenly. "Let go," he muttered, pulling away, but the hand clung
resiliently on. Finally, he looked back to see who was interfering and
froze, finding himself pinned by Noin's dark glare.
"You owe me twenty-three," she whispered in a low, threatening tone.
"And you owe me a new shirt," Heero said on impulse, shoving the muddy
garment at Noin. The Madame looked merely shocked, but he saw another
emotion float across her face -- amusement? Then from nowhere, Noin's
hand flew trough the space between them, connecting solidly.
In his surprise, Heero slipped in the mud and went crashing down, much
to Noin's amusement. Bitch. He only owed her twenty-two! That last one
counted ... was his last thought before head and ground firmly met and
stopped any further debate.
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: No more weekend, aww. Fortunately, there's another one
coming soon! I get to go see "Grave of the Fireflies" tomorrow, YES!
(for those of you who don't know, it's a really awesome anime movie.
Very sad. Very inspiration for angst writing!) Well, that had nothing
to do with "Enslaving the Heart"...
I'm starting to get worried! Or maybe just spoiled... Please, if you've
been reading the story so far, sign a review and let me know.
Or email me (ManzokuBiscuit@aol.com) or if you have AIM feel free to
IM me!
I'm seriously thinking of putting this on the back burner and working
on more rewarding 'fics. It's not that I don't love the story, its
just I'm concerned about what you, the readers, think about it. No,
don't mistake this for a threat, I'll keep writing even if there are
no more new reviews... Do you want me to stay with "Enslaving the
Heart" or work on something else? Please let me know!
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