Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enslaving the Heart ❯ Incomplete Destination ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 310 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.14.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 310 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 10-14-02
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Eleven: Incomplete Destination)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Incomplete Destination
The manor was a flurry of excitement as everything was prepared and
perfected for Lord Millard's visit. Relena floated about in a cloud
of benevolence, neglecting to snap at Noin or even the foolish
behaviors of her attendants. For a few days the slaves were bright
and quite fond of their mistress's sudden change in disposition, but
those who remembered Millard's last visit were more hesitant to
accept Relena's new side.
True enough, a week before Millard was due to arrive, slaves
mysteriously went missing, shipped off without explanation to the
market along with some of the more drab house decorations. New slaves
popped up in their places. All of them were younger and prettier than
those they had displaced, without exception. A fearful eye was cast
back over the slaves and they resumed a timid stance and tones
whenever being forced into Relena's presence.
Sarilyn, the dishwasher, disappeared from the kitchens and was
replaced by a girl so young and petite she hardly fit into the
homespun uniform supplied to her. With the rush of activities for
Millard's arrival and the removal of Sarilyn, no one in the kitchen
noticed when Heero failed to show up.
Trieze, however, was quick to note the boy's Wild appearance and
roving, insubordinate eyes gone from the usually mass within the
field hand building that night. Immediately the search hounds were
roused from their pin and the silence of the manor night was
shattered by a frenzied hunt for the rogue slave.
Anyone Heero had been seen in company with was dragged from sleep
and
out before Trieze's sharp tongue and Relena's heated glare. "Slaves
don't just get lost walking from one building to another," Relena
ranted, drawing her thick fur wrap tightly to her. "Quatre, I've seen
the two of you talking. Shame on you, Quatre, for turning my good
favor against me so!"
"Milady!" Quatre exclaimed, panicked eyes starting to rise off the
floor, but were quickly glued back down to the carpet at Trieze's
growl of warning. "I assure you, I hadn't even thought the boy
capable of running away!"
"It's true, milady," the braided field hand added, looking remarkably
out of place among the finery of Relena's ante chamber. Sticking out
more subtly was his copper earring, as opposed to Quatre and Trowa's
gold ones and Wufei's silver. "The lash wounds got infected, he could
barely raise one arm."
Relena blinked in surprise as this revelation, then pinned Trowa with
the full force of her glare, "Is this so?"
"Yes, milady."
One golden eyebrow was raised questioningly towards Trieze's boy, who
echoed agreement. Relena whirled about in a flurry of fur and silk,
stabbing an accusing finger into Trieze's broad chest, "Do not dare
tell me that one of my slaves is not only missing, but sick as well!
He best not die, Trieze, or so help me I'll take the cost of his
replacement from your pay," Relena hissed in a low voice.
"Milady, I hadn't the faintest knowledge the boy was ill. If what
these slaves," Trieze emphasized the word, gesturing rudely the four
boys, "say is true, than he could not have gone far. We will find him
before the sun breaks, and then milady can watch the hanging after
morning tea."
Four sets of eyes widened and Duo especially looked aghast.
"Hanging?" Quatre whispered softly in disbelief. Run, Heero!
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
The howl of the hounds was distant, but even still it cut through the
peace of the forest and slashed across Heero's determined heart. They
had his scent, it wouldn't be much longer now before the dogs caught
up with him. They would bring him down like a hart, tearing at his
skin and clothes with sharp canine teeth and dripping fangs.
At least he'd died out here, beneath the trees, and not tied to a
whipping post like some wild beast. At least he wouldn't give Relena
or Trieze the satisfaction of seeing him dragged back into submission
and chains. He would never jump to her commands again. Never again.
The images flashed back through his mind again, searing across his
eyes and refusing to leave him in peace to die. Relena, prettily
dressed and arranged like some elaborate baby doll, calling him to
her side like a faithful hound. Trailing her fingers over his skin,
forcing him to hold her and kiss her...
Heero gained an extra burst of speed from his anger, temporarily
forgetting the crippling pain that exploded across his back with each
jarring stride. His eye were adjusted to the dark enough so that he
could see the ground and make out trees and other large objects, but
someone he managed to overlook the root entangling up from the ground.
In a graceless frenzy to avoid crashing to ground, Heero twisted and
wildmilled his arms, barely staying upright. Before he could give
himself congratulations, a low hanging tree limb slammed into his
forehead and promptly ended cognitive processing for a few seconds.
When he came around enough to register the pain, Heero knew it was
doomed. The baying of the hounds was closer now and there was no way
he could his tortured body up and running again. He'd go out laying
on his back among the early autumn leaves.
Somehow, it seemed fitting.
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
As it turned out, there was no hanging after Relena's morning tea.
The search parties arrived back at the manor with their prize right
about the same time as a messenger from town. "Dear Millard, you
always know how to make a grand entrance," Relena said with a wry
laugh, showing the note to Noin.
"What about the slave, milady?" Trieze asked, impatient to wring the
insubordinate young man's neck from the nearest tree.
"It will have to wait. Lord Millard might wish to attend the event,
and it would quite rude of us to deny him such pleasures. For now,
put the boy in Mistress Po's care. I'd like him to be lucid when his
time comes," Relena said with a pleasant smile, as if she were
discussing the latest style of skirt.
She turned away from the slave master with a clearly dismissive
gesture, heading for her bedroom without so much as a backwards
glance to summon her attendants. They trailed after her obediently,
small thrills of terror echoing through each face at the prospect of
seeing a hanging. No one had ever tried to run off in... Hilde shook
her head slightly, trying to ignore the distant memories of rope
snapping taunt and bone breaking...
"I want to wear my emerald traveling costume, with the black lace,
not the white. Cassinilla, pile my hair up and secure it with..."
Relena shuffled aside the contents of her jewelry box and pulled out
a large onyx barrette with matching earrings and necklace. "Here, use
these."
"Milady, shall I go prepare the carriage?"
"Of course, Noin! Hurry, we mustn't keep Millard waiting."
"Milady, do you want to wear your black boots or the emerald
slippers?" Hilde asked, following Mariemeia who carried an armful of
fabric and lace.
Relena lifted her head and submitted it into Cassinilla's skilled
fingers, which nimbly twisted and brushed the long blonde locks. "The
boots, the Gods only know how filthy the docks can be. Why my dear
brother would ever submit himself to the torment of the sea I will
never know. Cassinilla, if you dare pull my hair again I'll slap you
silly!" she snapped, causing the nervous hair dresser to drop her
brush and the barrette.
"Oh for the love of... Just pin the damn thing in and leave," Relena
said, slapping back at the girl's hands. Cassinilla shoved the onyx
clip into the mass of loose blonde curls she'd created and fled,
grateful to me free of her cruel mistress's claws.
"It will have to do..." Relena sighed, securing the necklace and
earbobs herself before turning away from the vanity and holding her
arms out stiff like a doll. A flurry of fabric and billowing skirts
ensued as Hilde and Mariemeia removed Relena's simple brown frock and
plucked the grand traveling costume down over her head, careful not
to disturb the delicate hair arrangement.
The boots were scarcely on her feet before Relena bolted, hurrying
down the staircase in a rush of silk and lace. Her attendants rushed
after her, Hilde remembering to grab the matching black lace cap and
parasol. "Noin!" Relena called as she set foot across the entry hall,
"Noin!"
Within moments the carriage was pulling away from the manor, delaying
Heero's grim fate.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: I'm sooo sorry this took so long to get out!
Fortunately, there's a nice, big Fall Break this weekend, and I hope
to get out at least two more chapters before next Monday. I don't
have to go to school tomorrow except for my last two classes, so that
means uber writing time tonight (since I always try to write at night)
and Wednesday night! YAY!
I got the GW Operations CDs 1-3, so now I can listen to GW music
while I write! ^^ Really, I'm just kinda rambling. Sorry. Anyway,
hopefully the next chapter won't be to insanely far apart...
Oh, while I'm thinking of it, I made a website exclusively for
Completing the Silence, so if you'd like to bookmark the story or
link it you can find it here: geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/silence
Also I'd like to thank everyone who sent a review, they really mean
a lot to me. I'm sorry I don't have more time to write, or to check
my email... O_o so busy...!
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 Eleven: Incomplete Destination)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Incomplete Destination
The manor was a flurry of excitement as everything was prepared and
perfected for Lord Millard's visit. Relena floated about in a cloud
of benevolence, neglecting to snap at Noin or even the foolish
behaviors of her attendants. For a few days the slaves were bright
and quite fond of their mistress's sudden change in disposition, but
those who remembered Millard's last visit were more hesitant to
accept Relena's new side.
True enough, a week before Millard was due to arrive, slaves
mysteriously went missing, shipped off without explanation to the
market along with some of the more drab house decorations. New slaves
popped up in their places. All of them were younger and prettier than
those they had displaced, without exception. A fearful eye was cast
back over the slaves and they resumed a timid stance and tones
whenever being forced into Relena's presence.
Sarilyn, the dishwasher, disappeared from the kitchens and was
replaced by a girl so young and petite she hardly fit into the
homespun uniform supplied to her. With the rush of activities for
Millard's arrival and the removal of Sarilyn, no one in the kitchen
noticed when Heero failed to show up.
Trieze, however, was quick to note the boy's Wild appearance and
roving, insubordinate eyes gone from the usually mass within the
field hand building that night. Immediately the search hounds were
roused from their pin and the silence of the manor night was
shattered by a frenzied hunt for the rogue slave.
Anyone Heero had been seen in company with was dragged from sleep
and
out before Trieze's sharp tongue and Relena's heated glare. "Slaves
don't just get lost walking from one building to another," Relena
ranted, drawing her thick fur wrap tightly to her. "Quatre, I've seen
the two of you talking. Shame on you, Quatre, for turning my good
favor against me so!"
"Milady!" Quatre exclaimed, panicked eyes starting to rise off the
floor, but were quickly glued back down to the carpet at Trieze's
growl of warning. "I assure you, I hadn't even thought the boy
capable of running away!"
"It's true, milady," the braided field hand added, looking remarkably
out of place among the finery of Relena's ante chamber. Sticking out
more subtly was his copper earring, as opposed to Quatre and Trowa's
gold ones and Wufei's silver. "The lash wounds got infected, he could
barely raise one arm."
Relena blinked in surprise as this revelation, then pinned Trowa with
the full force of her glare, "Is this so?"
"Yes, milady."
One golden eyebrow was raised questioningly towards Trieze's boy, who
echoed agreement. Relena whirled about in a flurry of fur and silk,
stabbing an accusing finger into Trieze's broad chest, "Do not dare
tell me that one of my slaves is not only missing, but sick as well!
He best not die, Trieze, or so help me I'll take the cost of his
replacement from your pay," Relena hissed in a low voice.
"Milady, I hadn't the faintest knowledge the boy was ill. If what
these slaves," Trieze emphasized the word, gesturing rudely the four
boys, "say is true, than he could not have gone far. We will find him
before the sun breaks, and then milady can watch the hanging after
morning tea."
Four sets of eyes widened and Duo especially looked aghast.
"Hanging?" Quatre whispered softly in disbelief. Run, Heero!
----------------------------------------------------------- -----------
The howl of the hounds was distant, but even still it cut through the
peace of the forest and slashed across Heero's determined heart. They
had his scent, it wouldn't be much longer now before the dogs caught
up with him. They would bring him down like a hart, tearing at his
skin and clothes with sharp canine teeth and dripping fangs.
At least he'd died out here, beneath the trees, and not tied to a
whipping post like some wild beast. At least he wouldn't give Relena
or Trieze the satisfaction of seeing him dragged back into submission
and chains. He would never jump to her commands again. Never again.
The images flashed back through his mind again, searing across his
eyes and refusing to leave him in peace to die. Relena, prettily
dressed and arranged like some elaborate baby doll, calling him to
her side like a faithful hound. Trailing her fingers over his skin,
forcing him to hold her and kiss her...
Heero gained an extra burst of speed from his anger, temporarily
forgetting the crippling pain that exploded across his back with each
jarring stride. His eye were adjusted to the dark enough so that he
could see the ground and make out trees and other large objects, but
someone he managed to overlook the root entangling up from the ground.
In a graceless frenzy to avoid crashing to ground, Heero twisted and
wildmilled his arms, barely staying upright. Before he could give
himself congratulations, a low hanging tree limb slammed into his
forehead and promptly ended cognitive processing for a few seconds.
When he came around enough to register the pain, Heero knew it was
doomed. The baying of the hounds was closer now and there was no way
he could his tortured body up and running again. He'd go out laying
on his back among the early autumn leaves.
Somehow, it seemed fitting.
--------------------------------------------------------- -------------
As it turned out, there was no hanging after Relena's morning tea.
The search parties arrived back at the manor with their prize right
about the same time as a messenger from town. "Dear Millard, you
always know how to make a grand entrance," Relena said with a wry
laugh, showing the note to Noin.
"What about the slave, milady?" Trieze asked, impatient to wring the
insubordinate young man's neck from the nearest tree.
"It will have to wait. Lord Millard might wish to attend the event,
and it would quite rude of us to deny him such pleasures. For now,
put the boy in Mistress Po's care. I'd like him to be lucid when his
time comes," Relena said with a pleasant smile, as if she were
discussing the latest style of skirt.
She turned away from the slave master with a clearly dismissive
gesture, heading for her bedroom without so much as a backwards
glance to summon her attendants. They trailed after her obediently,
small thrills of terror echoing through each face at the prospect of
seeing a hanging. No one had ever tried to run off in... Hilde shook
her head slightly, trying to ignore the distant memories of rope
snapping taunt and bone breaking...
"I want to wear my emerald traveling costume, with the black lace,
not the white. Cassinilla, pile my hair up and secure it with..."
Relena shuffled aside the contents of her jewelry box and pulled out
a large onyx barrette with matching earrings and necklace. "Here, use
these."
"Milady, shall I go prepare the carriage?"
"Of course, Noin! Hurry, we mustn't keep Millard waiting."
"Milady, do you want to wear your black boots or the emerald
slippers?" Hilde asked, following Mariemeia who carried an armful of
fabric and lace.
Relena lifted her head and submitted it into Cassinilla's skilled
fingers, which nimbly twisted and brushed the long blonde locks. "The
boots, the Gods only know how filthy the docks can be. Why my dear
brother would ever submit himself to the torment of the sea I will
never know. Cassinilla, if you dare pull my hair again I'll slap you
silly!" she snapped, causing the nervous hair dresser to drop her
brush and the barrette.
"Oh for the love of... Just pin the damn thing in and leave," Relena
said, slapping back at the girl's hands. Cassinilla shoved the onyx
clip into the mass of loose blonde curls she'd created and fled,
grateful to me free of her cruel mistress's claws.
"It will have to do..." Relena sighed, securing the necklace and
earbobs herself before turning away from the vanity and holding her
arms out stiff like a doll. A flurry of fabric and billowing skirts
ensued as Hilde and Mariemeia removed Relena's simple brown frock and
plucked the grand traveling costume down over her head, careful not
to disturb the delicate hair arrangement.
The boots were scarcely on her feet before Relena bolted, hurrying
down the staircase in a rush of silk and lace. Her attendants rushed
after her, Hilde remembering to grab the matching black lace cap and
parasol. "Noin!" Relena called as she set foot across the entry hall,
"Noin!"
Within moments the carriage was pulling away from the manor, delaying
Heero's grim fate.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Author's Notes: I'm sooo sorry this took so long to get out!
Fortunately, there's a nice, big Fall Break this weekend, and I hope
to get out at least two more chapters before next Monday. I don't
have to go to school tomorrow except for my last two classes, so that
means uber writing time tonight (since I always try to write at night)
and Wednesday night! YAY!
I got the GW Operations CDs 1-3, so now I can listen to GW music
while I write! ^^ Really, I'm just kinda rambling. Sorry. Anyway,
hopefully the next chapter won't be to insanely far apart...
Oh, while I'm thinking of it, I made a website exclusively for
Completing the Silence, so if you'd like to bookmark the story or
link it you can find it here: geocities.com/manzokubiscuit/silence
Also I'd like to thank everyone who sent a review, they really mean
a lot to me. I'm sorry I don't have more time to write, or to check
my email... O_o so busy...!
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