Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enslaving the Heart ❯ Tender Rage ( Chapter 9 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.02.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 371 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.02.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 371 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 10-2-02
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Nine: Tender Rage)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Tender Rage
The first clear thought to reach him was straw lacked appealing
flavoring. The second was a bit curious as to why he was tasting
straw. Grabbing consciousness firmly, Heero delved through a hazy
confusion and into startling clarity.
And pain.
"Hey, you're awake," came a soft whisper above him, toned low and
comforting.
"Logically," Heero tried to say, but it came out more of, "loshineee."
The voice above him laughed as he tried to spit out some of the
straw. "Sorry about that, I hadn't thought to put anything down for
you. Here," it offered, scooting a scrap of cloth under his face that
Heero recognized as his poor shirt.
He was laying stretched out on his stomach, and he almost started to
flip on to his back when a completely unpleasant sensation stopped
that idea dead. Belatedly, the voice warned, "Hey, don't try and
move. Wu, can I get some kinda alcohol? Or water..."
Heero finally placed the voice and peered up through the obstruction
of his bangs at Duo, who sat beside him. Which meant he was laying on
the floor of the field hands' building. For a moment he was deeply
contemplative of whether stable straw would taste better, but the
debate was moot and quite foolish, so he dropped it at once.
"Alcohol? Nice try," Wufei said from somewhere up above him.
Heero didn't like the idea of him just laying there, especially since
his shirt was no longer on him. Rather, he was on it. Ignoring Duo's
protests, he hauled himself into a sitting position. Fire laced up
and around his back with great force, but he willfully disregarded
the pain and focused on...
"Hell below!" Duo screeched, all but shoving Heero back down to the
ground. "You'll make them start bleeding again! Bloody hell, I know
it hurts you, I can see it quite plainly in your eyes!"
That statement so alarmed Heero that he let his careful guard drop,
and the overwhelming pain caused him to stop resisting Duo's frantic
shoves. See it in his eyes? Once more hugging the dirt, Heero
breathed a silent curse to Lady Relena Peacecraft and tried to get
the ground to stop moving.
"I'll be fine once it stops," he tried to say rationally to Duo, but
the statement came out rather muttered.
"Here, Maxwell. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Wufei
announced, a thump of a water bucket being set down heralding his
return. "If Master Trieze sees you..."
"Well, he'll just have to look the other way. Farging hell bitch
Noin. What possessed her to do that? Gods above, look at the mud just
caked in there!"
"That is perfectly disgusting," Wufei observed with an air of
detachment. It wasn't his back. "What are you going to do?"
"Wash the mud out, first of all."
"That looks like it'd hurt."
"Well, that's what I was hoping the use the alcohol for..."
Heero felt a little dizzy at the idea of anything touching the fiery
hell raging across his back. He firmly pushed aside the mere notion
of pain and soon the flames were only a muted background. He
channeled his fury into a small little ball and imagined the flames
being fed into it. Then, he hurled the little orb of hate and pain in
Relena's direction. Quite satisf...
Sucking in a sharp lung full of air, Heero barely avoided yelling as
Duo scrubbed at his back with a cool, damp cloth. He did, however,
noticeably flinch at even that slightest touch, causing Duo to draw
back fro, him a bit hesitantly.
"Does it hurt much?"
Fuck yeah.
"No," he said, trying to act like he hadn't just freaked out of a
little bit of cloth and water. "You don't have to do that," Heero
said quickly, before Duo could once more provoke the chaos of his
back.
"Can you reach around and scrub all this mud out?" Duo asked coldly,
a little offended but mostly embarrassed. Just shut up and let me do
you a favor, he wanted to shout, but refrained from doing so.
To his surprise, however, Heero once more hauled himself into a
sitting position and plucked the cloth from Duo's grasp. Carefully
trying to conceal how much even that little movement hurt, Heero
began to twist his arm back to lay the cloth across his back. The
muscles in his back and shoulder knotted, firmly refusing to take and
further action until the skin and nerves stopped screaming with
righteous pain.
"Okay, okay, you've proven your point!"
Heero lingered for a few moments, carefully avoiding Duo's eyes in
case the other boy could see the pain in them. He offered the rag
back to him but remained sitting. Seeing Heero was no longer set on
dooming himself into a fiery torment, Duo accepted the rag and
visibly calmed down a bit.
"You have admirable tolerance for pain," Wufei muttered from his
place looming above them.
"Yes, let's all marvel at Heero's wonderful ability to throw his body
into spasms of pain without even caring."
To his great surprise, Heero smiled slightly at Duo's comment. Their
eyes met and held, and no doubt they would have sat there staring
into each other's depths for quite some time had Wufei not
interrupted to warn them, "Master Trieze is coming."
Duo broke the stare and looked up, clearly startled, at his friend.
"How do you know?"
"Can't you hear him?" Wufei replied, pleased with having displayed a
little talent of his own. He turned and started walking towards the
opposite end of the building just as the door boomed open to admit a
not too happy Trieze.
"Wufei!" he barked, eyes locking at once onto his lackey. Wufei's
eyes registered surprise for a brief moment before he turned and
approached the looming slave master. Heero couldn't hear the
conversation over the general shuffling of the field hands, each one
trying to inconspicuously move away from Trieze.
When Trieze was unhappy, everyone was unhappy.
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"Milady..."
Relena whirled away from the nightstand, her ice blue eyes flashing
coldly as she locked targeting on the Madame stand there before her.
"What? What could you possibly have to say, Noin? What in the name of
all that's holy do you want to say now?"
"Your tea is here, milady," Noin said with a slight hint of smugness,
stepping aside to display the quivering serving maid with the said
tray.
Fighting the urge to slap Noin's face off, Relena narrowed her eyes
only slightly as she replied, "Then set it on the table and be gone.
Or would you rather I take my tea in the parlor, since you always
seem to know what is better for me than even myself!"
Noin's cheeks flushed red as she turned away and nodded sharply to
the serving maid, who rushed forward to set the tray upon the nearest
table. The maid all but ran in her haste to escape from the enraged
Relena, who stood staring out the window with a deep scowl across her
face. Anger, no doubt, at having appeared weak before her servants
and slaves.
"Send one of them to me," Relena said with a sigh, turning away from
the window and fixing Noin with her eyes. "Anyone will do."
"Yes, milady."
When the chamber door had shut at last, Relena walked forward to the
window and looked out at her estate. Her estate... Relena closed her
eyes and let the words roll through her mind. The estate was hers,
she was the Lady Peacecraft, the title solely belonging to her, since
there was no Lord Peacecraft to share her bed.
Of course, there was Lord Millard Peacecraft, her elder brother and
by all rights Lord of the estate. Her fingers curled slightly,
mentally grabbing at the velum document which set the title upon her
shoulders and not her brother's. In her father's hand, since neither
had known at the time that Millard lived...
Not that Relena worried her cherished brother would dare contest her
right to the estate. He was gone so much, it simply wouldn't be
practical. Millard had never expressed any desire to take the estate
from her, in fact the subject was rarely mentioned between them.
Relena felt a flitter of excitement at the idea of seeing her brother
once more. How long had it been since the last time Millard had been
at the estate? Nearly a year this time, since he had left with the
spring thaw. Relena hummed a waltz, imagining the grand balls and
feats she would throw for her brother. She would show him and the
whole world that she, a young woman, could run and managed her lands
just as fine as any Lord.
"Milady," came a soft call from the door.
She turned, for an instant forgetting she had ordered Noin to send a
slave up to her. She nearly laughed when she saw who the clever
Madame had sent. "Ah, Quatre, come in," Relena said calmly, making no
move to leave her spot by the window.
The small blonde nervously entered, no doubt having picked up some of
the earlier spouts of anger. Relena gestured with one hand to the
tray of tea sitting timidly on a small table, "Two lumps, no cream.
Quatre, don't look so...scared. I'm not going to throw the tea at
you."
"Of course, milady," the boy said with a blush, stepping away from
the door and towards the relative safety by the tea tray.
Relena glided over and watched as he evenly poured and prepare her
tea just as she liked. When he offered out the cup, she took it and
promptly set it back on the tray. "Milady...?" Quatre started to ask
in confusion, but Relena took up his hands, drawing his silence.
"How long has it been, Quatre, since I have heard you play?" she
murmured, holding the soft, fine boned hands to her face. Quatre
froze beneath her touch, scarcely daring to breath. "Relax," she
snapped, then instantly recanted her hard tone with a whispered
apology.
The boy's sea green eyes widened slightly as she pressed his hands
into the swell of her bosom. "Quatre, hold me," she caressed the
words out so they sounded less like an order and more like a common
lover's plea. He obediently slid his hands down to her waist,
cautiously pulling her to him.
Relena pressed herself against him, leaned forward slightly to catch
the lobe of his ear into her mouth, sucking gently upon the ring of
gold she found there. "It's been far too long," she whispered in
answer to her earlier question, pulling away slightly to reach up and
stroke her fingers down his cheek.
"Milady," Quatre started to say, eyes darting away as he struggled to
look anywhere but on her face.
"Shh," she said firmly, taking one of his hands and guiding it back
on her breast. She slid the unresisting hand between the fabric of
her gown and the warm glow of her skin, guiding his fingers down
across her nipple, which tensed in reaction.
"Don't speak."
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Thank you so, so much for letting me know how you feel
about this story! I am now more resolved then ever to see this through
to the end. O_o what do you think about the funky little Rx4? Yeah...
it scares me, too. I tried to give a little insight into Relena's mind
in this chapter, but most of my readers have expressed anti-Relena
tendencies, so I don't think its really a problem if she comes off
as...evil in this story. (muah!)
I got a new computer, which makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I can
now listen to MP3s! *victory dance of joy*
Uhm, yeah I'm rambling. Gomen ^^()
Yaoi guaranteed!
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)
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(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Nine: Tender Rage)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Tender Rage
The first clear thought to reach him was straw lacked appealing
flavoring. The second was a bit curious as to why he was tasting
straw. Grabbing consciousness firmly, Heero delved through a hazy
confusion and into startling clarity.
And pain.
"Hey, you're awake," came a soft whisper above him, toned low and
comforting.
"Logically," Heero tried to say, but it came out more of, "loshineee."
The voice above him laughed as he tried to spit out some of the
straw. "Sorry about that, I hadn't thought to put anything down for
you. Here," it offered, scooting a scrap of cloth under his face that
Heero recognized as his poor shirt.
He was laying stretched out on his stomach, and he almost started to
flip on to his back when a completely unpleasant sensation stopped
that idea dead. Belatedly, the voice warned, "Hey, don't try and
move. Wu, can I get some kinda alcohol? Or water..."
Heero finally placed the voice and peered up through the obstruction
of his bangs at Duo, who sat beside him. Which meant he was laying on
the floor of the field hands' building. For a moment he was deeply
contemplative of whether stable straw would taste better, but the
debate was moot and quite foolish, so he dropped it at once.
"Alcohol? Nice try," Wufei said from somewhere up above him.
Heero didn't like the idea of him just laying there, especially since
his shirt was no longer on him. Rather, he was on it. Ignoring Duo's
protests, he hauled himself into a sitting position. Fire laced up
and around his back with great force, but he willfully disregarded
the pain and focused on...
"Hell below!" Duo screeched, all but shoving Heero back down to the
ground. "You'll make them start bleeding again! Bloody hell, I know
it hurts you, I can see it quite plainly in your eyes!"
That statement so alarmed Heero that he let his careful guard drop,
and the overwhelming pain caused him to stop resisting Duo's frantic
shoves. See it in his eyes? Once more hugging the dirt, Heero
breathed a silent curse to Lady Relena Peacecraft and tried to get
the ground to stop moving.
"I'll be fine once it stops," he tried to say rationally to Duo, but
the statement came out rather muttered.
"Here, Maxwell. Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Wufei
announced, a thump of a water bucket being set down heralding his
return. "If Master Trieze sees you..."
"Well, he'll just have to look the other way. Farging hell bitch
Noin. What possessed her to do that? Gods above, look at the mud just
caked in there!"
"That is perfectly disgusting," Wufei observed with an air of
detachment. It wasn't his back. "What are you going to do?"
"Wash the mud out, first of all."
"That looks like it'd hurt."
"Well, that's what I was hoping the use the alcohol for..."
Heero felt a little dizzy at the idea of anything touching the fiery
hell raging across his back. He firmly pushed aside the mere notion
of pain and soon the flames were only a muted background. He
channeled his fury into a small little ball and imagined the flames
being fed into it. Then, he hurled the little orb of hate and pain in
Relena's direction. Quite satisf...
Sucking in a sharp lung full of air, Heero barely avoided yelling as
Duo scrubbed at his back with a cool, damp cloth. He did, however,
noticeably flinch at even that slightest touch, causing Duo to draw
back fro, him a bit hesitantly.
"Does it hurt much?"
Fuck yeah.
"No," he said, trying to act like he hadn't just freaked out of a
little bit of cloth and water. "You don't have to do that," Heero
said quickly, before Duo could once more provoke the chaos of his
back.
"Can you reach around and scrub all this mud out?" Duo asked coldly,
a little offended but mostly embarrassed. Just shut up and let me do
you a favor, he wanted to shout, but refrained from doing so.
To his surprise, however, Heero once more hauled himself into a
sitting position and plucked the cloth from Duo's grasp. Carefully
trying to conceal how much even that little movement hurt, Heero
began to twist his arm back to lay the cloth across his back. The
muscles in his back and shoulder knotted, firmly refusing to take and
further action until the skin and nerves stopped screaming with
righteous pain.
"Okay, okay, you've proven your point!"
Heero lingered for a few moments, carefully avoiding Duo's eyes in
case the other boy could see the pain in them. He offered the rag
back to him but remained sitting. Seeing Heero was no longer set on
dooming himself into a fiery torment, Duo accepted the rag and
visibly calmed down a bit.
"You have admirable tolerance for pain," Wufei muttered from his
place looming above them.
"Yes, let's all marvel at Heero's wonderful ability to throw his body
into spasms of pain without even caring."
To his great surprise, Heero smiled slightly at Duo's comment. Their
eyes met and held, and no doubt they would have sat there staring
into each other's depths for quite some time had Wufei not
interrupted to warn them, "Master Trieze is coming."
Duo broke the stare and looked up, clearly startled, at his friend.
"How do you know?"
"Can't you hear him?" Wufei replied, pleased with having displayed a
little talent of his own. He turned and started walking towards the
opposite end of the building just as the door boomed open to admit a
not too happy Trieze.
"Wufei!" he barked, eyes locking at once onto his lackey. Wufei's
eyes registered surprise for a brief moment before he turned and
approached the looming slave master. Heero couldn't hear the
conversation over the general shuffling of the field hands, each one
trying to inconspicuously move away from Trieze.
When Trieze was unhappy, everyone was unhappy.
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
"Milady..."
Relena whirled away from the nightstand, her ice blue eyes flashing
coldly as she locked targeting on the Madame stand there before her.
"What? What could you possibly have to say, Noin? What in the name of
all that's holy do you want to say now?"
"Your tea is here, milady," Noin said with a slight hint of smugness,
stepping aside to display the quivering serving maid with the said
tray.
Fighting the urge to slap Noin's face off, Relena narrowed her eyes
only slightly as she replied, "Then set it on the table and be gone.
Or would you rather I take my tea in the parlor, since you always
seem to know what is better for me than even myself!"
Noin's cheeks flushed red as she turned away and nodded sharply to
the serving maid, who rushed forward to set the tray upon the nearest
table. The maid all but ran in her haste to escape from the enraged
Relena, who stood staring out the window with a deep scowl across her
face. Anger, no doubt, at having appeared weak before her servants
and slaves.
"Send one of them to me," Relena said with a sigh, turning away from
the window and fixing Noin with her eyes. "Anyone will do."
"Yes, milady."
When the chamber door had shut at last, Relena walked forward to the
window and looked out at her estate. Her estate... Relena closed her
eyes and let the words roll through her mind. The estate was hers,
she was the Lady Peacecraft, the title solely belonging to her, since
there was no Lord Peacecraft to share her bed.
Of course, there was Lord Millard Peacecraft, her elder brother and
by all rights Lord of the estate. Her fingers curled slightly,
mentally grabbing at the velum document which set the title upon her
shoulders and not her brother's. In her father's hand, since neither
had known at the time that Millard lived...
Not that Relena worried her cherished brother would dare contest her
right to the estate. He was gone so much, it simply wouldn't be
practical. Millard had never expressed any desire to take the estate
from her, in fact the subject was rarely mentioned between them.
Relena felt a flitter of excitement at the idea of seeing her brother
once more. How long had it been since the last time Millard had been
at the estate? Nearly a year this time, since he had left with the
spring thaw. Relena hummed a waltz, imagining the grand balls and
feats she would throw for her brother. She would show him and the
whole world that she, a young woman, could run and managed her lands
just as fine as any Lord.
"Milady," came a soft call from the door.
She turned, for an instant forgetting she had ordered Noin to send a
slave up to her. She nearly laughed when she saw who the clever
Madame had sent. "Ah, Quatre, come in," Relena said calmly, making no
move to leave her spot by the window.
The small blonde nervously entered, no doubt having picked up some of
the earlier spouts of anger. Relena gestured with one hand to the
tray of tea sitting timidly on a small table, "Two lumps, no cream.
Quatre, don't look so...scared. I'm not going to throw the tea at
you."
"Of course, milady," the boy said with a blush, stepping away from
the door and towards the relative safety by the tea tray.
Relena glided over and watched as he evenly poured and prepare her
tea just as she liked. When he offered out the cup, she took it and
promptly set it back on the tray. "Milady...?" Quatre started to ask
in confusion, but Relena took up his hands, drawing his silence.
"How long has it been, Quatre, since I have heard you play?" she
murmured, holding the soft, fine boned hands to her face. Quatre
froze beneath her touch, scarcely daring to breath. "Relax," she
snapped, then instantly recanted her hard tone with a whispered
apology.
The boy's sea green eyes widened slightly as she pressed his hands
into the swell of her bosom. "Quatre, hold me," she caressed the
words out so they sounded less like an order and more like a common
lover's plea. He obediently slid his hands down to her waist,
cautiously pulling her to him.
Relena pressed herself against him, leaned forward slightly to catch
the lobe of his ear into her mouth, sucking gently upon the ring of
gold she found there. "It's been far too long," she whispered in
answer to her earlier question, pulling away slightly to reach up and
stroke her fingers down his cheek.
"Milady," Quatre started to say, eyes darting away as he struggled to
look anywhere but on her face.
"Shh," she said firmly, taking one of his hands and guiding it back
on her breast. She slid the unresisting hand between the fabric of
her gown and the warm glow of her skin, guiding his fingers down
across her nipple, which tensed in reaction.
"Don't speak."
~*~*~*~*~*~*End*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: Thank you so, so much for letting me know how you feel
about this story! I am now more resolved then ever to see this through
to the end. O_o what do you think about the funky little Rx4? Yeah...
it scares me, too. I tried to give a little insight into Relena's mind
in this chapter, but most of my readers have expressed anti-Relena
tendencies, so I don't think its really a problem if she comes off
as...evil in this story. (muah!)
I got a new computer, which makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. I can
now listen to MP3s! *victory dance of joy*
Uhm, yeah I'm rambling. Gomen ^^()
Yaoi guaranteed!
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