Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Enslaving the Heart ❯ Welcoming Committee ( Chapter 13 )
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By: Violet_Nyte 
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.20.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 460 | Status: Work In Progress
LSE // 10-19-02
(Enslaving the Heart - Chapter Thirteen: Welcoming Committee)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Welcoming Committee
It was nearly noon by the time Relena's carriage rolled to a stop
beside the docks. She impatiently waited for the footman to hurry
around and open her door and her attendants to form a neat line. From
the corner of her eye she could see Noin pinching color into her
cheeks and laying a cautious hand to her short cropped, dark hair.
Even though the docks were the least socially proper place Relena had
ever witnessed, she refrained from stepping out of line and directly
speaking the her attendants. Fortunately, Noin was as eager to greet
Milliard as herself, and wasted no time sending one of the slaves up
to the grand ship to locate her brother.
Relena stood on the single silk square that had been placed for her
over the muck and filth that was the wooden planks of the docks and
looked as if she couldn't care less that she was waiting. Only the
fact that toyed with the lace hem of her sleeve gave away her
nervousness. After what seemed like forever, a tall figure appeared
in the fogged gloom.
"Milliard!" she shriek, abandoning any sense of propriety and dashing
off her silken island and towards her brother.
His skin was just as pale and creamy as ever, despite his travels and
exposure to the sun. Milliard's long, pale blonde hair, a far lighter
shade than her own golden locks, had grown out past his shoulders and
now reached almost his waist. Pale blue eyes almost identical to
Relena's blinked once in surprise as his sister tackled him in a hug.
"Relena!" he swept her up into his arms and gave her a twirl,
petticoats exposed for a half-second before he set her back on solid
ground and the multitude of skirts settled back down into place. "I
hardly recognize you," Milliard said, looking at the young noble
creature his little sister had become in his absence.
"You look just the same," Relena beamed, running a hand over the
fine
velvet of his coat, "I'm so glad to see you!"
Milliard suddenly frowned and tried to pull the emerald silk that
covered her bosom a little higher, "Dear Heavens, Relena, you have
grown up! I can hardly believe Miss Lucrezia let you out of the house
in this dress."
"You'll find some things have changed around the manor, my dear
brother, one of which being our Miss Lucrezia's status. Madame Noin,"
she stressed the title, "remains in faithful service, but she no
longer serves as a governess."
Pale eyebrows rose at Relena's statement, and Milliard looked over
her shoulder to the hovering pack of slaves, "Well, is Madame Noin
with you? I would like to see her."
"Of course," Relena said, trying not to betray the sudden pang of
jealousy. Milliard has always been Noin's favorite, even when they
were younger, and now the crafty woman was making eyes at her
brother...! Relena had hoped that when she'd lowered Noin's status
the woman would get the idea, but...
"Milord, welcome home," Noin said, sliding out from the shadows and
approaching Milliard, her eyes bright with emotion.
"My dear Lucrezia..." Milliard said as he took her hand. The words
were murmured, but Relena caught them, and they caused her blood to
boil. Noin blushed as Milliard lifted the hand to his lips and
mimicked kissing it. At least he had the common sense not to graze
his lips across her ungloved hands. What had the woman been thinking,
going out without gloves?
"Milliard," Relena called loudly, drawing his attentions away from
Noin and back to herself, "Shall we take lunch at a nice teahouse? I
know of a perfectly darling one nearby."
"Forgive my crass manners, I've been too long at sea with heathens,"
Milliard offered in apology, offering his elbow to her. "By all
means, lead the way Lady Peacecraft."
Shooting a triumphant look to Noin, Relena glided back to the
carriage and accepted her brother's assistance getting settled back
in. She was careful to take up just enough room so that Noin was
forced to sit beyond reach of her brother. "Milliard, tell me all
about where you have been! Don't leave out a single detail."
"Oh, yes, milord, did you see any monsters in the sea?"
"Noin, you truly are daft. There aren't monsters in the sea! Right,
Milliard?" Relena asked, turning widely innocent eyes up at her
brother.
"I've never seen any," Milliard replied in careful compromise.
Relena barely kept from sticking her tongue out at Noin.
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"Where are you from?" Heero asked quietly into the calm silence that
had enveloped the small room.
Duo looked over at him, clearly startled, "Same as you, I imagine.
The Wilds..." he shrugged, leaning back against the bed. "Why?"
"I heard you talking about Shinigami. I recognized the word."
"Oh, yeah. God of Death and all that good stuff." A small pause.
"Were you always a slave? Born into it, I mean."
"No. You?"
"No, but I wasn't exactly born high society. I guess this life isn't
too bad. I get food, at least. Poor Wufei, I can't imagine how he's
keeping Trieze from noticing I'm gone," Duo said lightly, although
his tone indicated he knew perfectly well how Wufei was distracting
the slave master. He'd owe Wufei big after this.
Heero peered over from his perch atop the bed, "Do you need to get
back, then?"
Duo's hair, loose and rolling over his shoulders in waves, shook as
he firmly said, "No, I can stay. Mistress Po can just tell Trieze I
was helping her, since she's got a bit of leverage over him and all."
Before he could elaborate, they were interrupted by footsteps
approaching from the other room. They both froze for an instant
before Heero laid down on his stomach and Duo fled through the
window, peeking over the edge for a moment to look at the other boy.
"I'll try to come back later," he whispered before hurrying away.
The door swung open quietly to admit a kindly looking woman with twin
twists of soft blonde hair hanging on either side of her face. She
was dressed sensibly in a white blouse and brown skirt, a cream
colored apron tied across it. "Oh, good, you're awake," the woman
said with a gentle smile, walking over and placing a hand across his
forehead. "Fever's down, at least. Still warm. Are you in much pain?"
"No."
"That's good," she replied, leaning over to inspect the bandages
which she'd placed so carefully over the lash wounds. She didn't say
anything at them being half-fallen off but merely reached into the
deep pockets of her skirt and pulled out a new roll of gauze.
"I'm Mistress Po, surgeon for the estate. They told me your name was
Heero," she went on cheerfully, distracting Heero from the slight
discomfort of her re-bandaging. "I'd ask what your last name is, but
slaves aren't really allowed family names. I think that's very sad,
but that's just the way things are around here. You're from the
Wilds, yes?" she hardly waited for his murmured answer before
continuing on, "I've never been there myself, but then again scarcely
anyone but the slavers would dare venture across the Borderlands."
"It's a shame you couldn't have come to see me right after these
happened. Infection's a nasty thing unless prevented. Don't worry
though, there won't be any lasting damage. There will be some scars,
but that's to be expected, yes? Okay, I'm all done," Mistress Po
announced suddenly, backing away and re-pocketing the unused gauze.
"Scars are not a problem."
"Good. I was told to report back as soon as you woke up, but I think
you still need some rest," Mistress Po said with a wink. Heero
resisted the urge to stare at her, half of him thinking her annoying,
the other half greatly impressed with her cunning. She knew he was
supposed to be hung as soon as he was lucid, but here she stood,
defying orders.
"Maybe tomorrow you'll wake up, yes?"
"Hn."
"Taking that as a yes. Careful though, I don't want you disturbing
those wounds anymore. I'll have some dinner sent over. Take care,
Heero," the woman said, nodding slightly to him before leaving as
softly as she came, closing the door behind her.
Every instinct told him to run while he had the chance, but he had a
feeling he would only failed once more. He didn't like failure.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
< br> Author's Notes: Thank you everyone for your patience! I spent the
weekend partying instead of writing, I'm so sorry!! But here's chapter
thirteen and I've got some of fourteen written already, so please
forgive me! *hides face in coat sleeve* As you can see from the date at the top, I finished this late Saturday night, but was unable to actually post it anywhere until Sunday. Not my fault, I swear!
I won't give any spoilers, but I will say that there is another
citrus scene in the story, and I've decided to make it a lemon. Since
I'd hate to compromise my R rating and be forced to remove the story
from FFN, I'm going to do two versions. One will be a lime version
and R rated, the other will be a lemon and NC17 rated. The lime I'll
put on FFN and the lemon can go on my website. I'll include a link in
the Author's Notes of the chapter when I write it. Before you ask, I
already thought about doing the same thing with chapter twelve's lime,
and I decided not to turn that into a lemon. Chapter twelve is going
to stay just like it is.
And, no, I'm going to say who the pairing for the next lemon will be!
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 Thirteen: Welcoming Committee)
rated: R - language, content, violence
shounen-ai/extreme AU
Welcoming Committee
It was nearly noon by the time Relena's carriage rolled to a stop
beside the docks. She impatiently waited for the footman to hurry
around and open her door and her attendants to form a neat line. From
the corner of her eye she could see Noin pinching color into her
cheeks and laying a cautious hand to her short cropped, dark hair.
Even though the docks were the least socially proper place Relena had
ever witnessed, she refrained from stepping out of line and directly
speaking the her attendants. Fortunately, Noin was as eager to greet
Milliard as herself, and wasted no time sending one of the slaves up
to the grand ship to locate her brother.
Relena stood on the single silk square that had been placed for her
over the muck and filth that was the wooden planks of the docks and
looked as if she couldn't care less that she was waiting. Only the
fact that toyed with the lace hem of her sleeve gave away her
nervousness. After what seemed like forever, a tall figure appeared
in the fogged gloom.
"Milliard!" she shriek, abandoning any sense of propriety and dashing
off her silken island and towards her brother.
His skin was just as pale and creamy as ever, despite his travels and
exposure to the sun. Milliard's long, pale blonde hair, a far lighter
shade than her own golden locks, had grown out past his shoulders and
now reached almost his waist. Pale blue eyes almost identical to
Relena's blinked once in surprise as his sister tackled him in a hug.
"Relena!" he swept her up into his arms and gave her a twirl,
petticoats exposed for a half-second before he set her back on solid
ground and the multitude of skirts settled back down into place. "I
hardly recognize you," Milliard said, looking at the young noble
creature his little sister had become in his absence.
"You look just the same," Relena beamed, running a hand over the
fine
velvet of his coat, "I'm so glad to see you!"
Milliard suddenly frowned and tried to pull the emerald silk that
covered her bosom a little higher, "Dear Heavens, Relena, you have
grown up! I can hardly believe Miss Lucrezia let you out of the house
in this dress."
"You'll find some things have changed around the manor, my dear
brother, one of which being our Miss Lucrezia's status. Madame Noin,"
she stressed the title, "remains in faithful service, but she no
longer serves as a governess."
Pale eyebrows rose at Relena's statement, and Milliard looked over
her shoulder to the hovering pack of slaves, "Well, is Madame Noin
with you? I would like to see her."
"Of course," Relena said, trying not to betray the sudden pang of
jealousy. Milliard has always been Noin's favorite, even when they
were younger, and now the crafty woman was making eyes at her
brother...! Relena had hoped that when she'd lowered Noin's status
the woman would get the idea, but...
"Milord, welcome home," Noin said, sliding out from the shadows and
approaching Milliard, her eyes bright with emotion.
"My dear Lucrezia..." Milliard said as he took her hand. The words
were murmured, but Relena caught them, and they caused her blood to
boil. Noin blushed as Milliard lifted the hand to his lips and
mimicked kissing it. At least he had the common sense not to graze
his lips across her ungloved hands. What had the woman been thinking,
going out without gloves?
"Milliard," Relena called loudly, drawing his attentions away from
Noin and back to herself, "Shall we take lunch at a nice teahouse? I
know of a perfectly darling one nearby."
"Forgive my crass manners, I've been too long at sea with heathens,"
Milliard offered in apology, offering his elbow to her. "By all
means, lead the way Lady Peacecraft."
Shooting a triumphant look to Noin, Relena glided back to the
carriage and accepted her brother's assistance getting settled back
in. She was careful to take up just enough room so that Noin was
forced to sit beyond reach of her brother. "Milliard, tell me all
about where you have been! Don't leave out a single detail."
"Oh, yes, milord, did you see any monsters in the sea?"
"Noin, you truly are daft. There aren't monsters in the sea! Right,
Milliard?" Relena asked, turning widely innocent eyes up at her
brother.
"I've never seen any," Milliard replied in careful compromise.
Relena barely kept from sticking her tongue out at Noin.
------------------------------------------------------------ ----------
"Where are you from?" Heero asked quietly into the calm silence that
had enveloped the small room.
Duo looked over at him, clearly startled, "Same as you, I imagine.
The Wilds..." he shrugged, leaning back against the bed. "Why?"
"I heard you talking about Shinigami. I recognized the word."
"Oh, yeah. God of Death and all that good stuff." A small pause.
"Were you always a slave? Born into it, I mean."
"No. You?"
"No, but I wasn't exactly born high society. I guess this life isn't
too bad. I get food, at least. Poor Wufei, I can't imagine how he's
keeping Trieze from noticing I'm gone," Duo said lightly, although
his tone indicated he knew perfectly well how Wufei was distracting
the slave master. He'd owe Wufei big after this.
Heero peered over from his perch atop the bed, "Do you need to get
back, then?"
Duo's hair, loose and rolling over his shoulders in waves, shook as
he firmly said, "No, I can stay. Mistress Po can just tell Trieze I
was helping her, since she's got a bit of leverage over him and all."
Before he could elaborate, they were interrupted by footsteps
approaching from the other room. They both froze for an instant
before Heero laid down on his stomach and Duo fled through the
window, peeking over the edge for a moment to look at the other boy.
"I'll try to come back later," he whispered before hurrying away.
The door swung open quietly to admit a kindly looking woman with twin
twists of soft blonde hair hanging on either side of her face. She
was dressed sensibly in a white blouse and brown skirt, a cream
colored apron tied across it. "Oh, good, you're awake," the woman
said with a gentle smile, walking over and placing a hand across his
forehead. "Fever's down, at least. Still warm. Are you in much pain?"
"No."
"That's good," she replied, leaning over to inspect the bandages
which she'd placed so carefully over the lash wounds. She didn't say
anything at them being half-fallen off but merely reached into the
deep pockets of her skirt and pulled out a new roll of gauze.
"I'm Mistress Po, surgeon for the estate. They told me your name was
Heero," she went on cheerfully, distracting Heero from the slight
discomfort of her re-bandaging. "I'd ask what your last name is, but
slaves aren't really allowed family names. I think that's very sad,
but that's just the way things are around here. You're from the
Wilds, yes?" she hardly waited for his murmured answer before
continuing on, "I've never been there myself, but then again scarcely
anyone but the slavers would dare venture across the Borderlands."
"It's a shame you couldn't have come to see me right after these
happened. Infection's a nasty thing unless prevented. Don't worry
though, there won't be any lasting damage. There will be some scars,
but that's to be expected, yes? Okay, I'm all done," Mistress Po
announced suddenly, backing away and re-pocketing the unused gauze.
"Scars are not a problem."
"Good. I was told to report back as soon as you woke up, but I think
you still need some rest," Mistress Po said with a wink. Heero
resisted the urge to stare at her, half of him thinking her annoying,
the other half greatly impressed with her cunning. She knew he was
supposed to be hung as soon as he was lucid, but here she stood,
defying orders.
"Maybe tomorrow you'll wake up, yes?"
"Hn."
"Taking that as a yes. Careful though, I don't want you disturbing
those wounds anymore. I'll have some dinner sent over. Take care,
Heero," the woman said, nodding slightly to him before leaving as
softly as she came, closing the door behind her.
Every instinct told him to run while he had the chance, but he had a
feeling he would only failed once more. He didn't like failure.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
< br> Author's Notes: Thank you everyone for your patience! I spent the
weekend partying instead of writing, I'm so sorry!! But here's chapter
thirteen and I've got some of fourteen written already, so please
forgive me! *hides face in coat sleeve* As you can see from the date at the top, I finished this late Saturday night, but was unable to actually post it anywhere until Sunday. Not my fault, I swear!
I won't give any spoilers, but I will say that there is another
citrus scene in the story, and I've decided to make it a lemon. Since
I'd hate to compromise my R rating and be forced to remove the story
from FFN, I'm going to do two versions. One will be a lime version
and R rated, the other will be a lemon and NC17 rated. The lime I'll
put on FFN and the lemon can go on my website. I'll include a link in
the Author's Notes of the chapter when I write it. Before you ask, I
already thought about doing the same thing with chapter twelve's lime,
and I decided not to turn that into a lemon. Chapter twelve is going
to stay just like it is.
And, no, I'm going to say who the pairing for the next lemon will be!
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