Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fare Well, My Concubine ❯ Chapter 1
The prize Whore at the Smiling Cherub Brothel, Duo maxwell longs for the one thing he can never have... So what happens when he meets the man who can make his dreams come true?
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.16.2004 | Updated On: 10.07.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 951 | Status: Work In Progress
Fare Well, My Concubine.
Prologue:
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Duo perched himself atop the crude wooden stool. He adjusted his body on the splintering wood and lifted his fingers to the rough cotton window coverings. Duo pushed the edge of it aside, as if unsure of what lay behind them. He blinked the bright sun out of his eyes.
A small zephyr carrying the scent of the Mediterranean drifted through the streets curling sand dunes. As it made its way through the market it touched canvasses, and ruffled the manes of animals. It quickly made its way through the curtains, and ran its fingers through Duo's dark chestnut hair like a tentative lover.
His eyes drifted slowly over the quiet crowd. Coveting the treasured gift that they all unwittingly shared. Duo lowered his head to rest on his folded arms. "One day, Duo one day you will be there too. You will share in it I swear... One day, you will be there..." A tear rolled down his cheek as he tried to force himself not to cry. "You won't have to serve him any more... He tried to reassure himself." He lifted his head and wiped the tears from his eyes. He whispered to him self; "I will be there." Fearfully he reached out his fingers as if to touch what he dreamed of every night, freedom.
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The prince sat on a stool in his almost blinding study, his face buried in a large book. The Dark silk laid on the stool draped over the edge of the seat and spilled like a sort of possessed water rippling with life in the morning sea breeze. The dazzling, polished, cream Limestone walls warmed in the sunlight. The dark Ebony furniture began to bake as well, in the wake of the still multicolored sun. The prince's dark unruly hair wafted in the warm breath of air drifting through the room.
A decidedly nervous man stood before the prince almost fearing his reaction to the book. He began to wring his hands hoping to still have his head at the end of the day.
The Prince looked up from the textbook, which his tutor had given him. It was about a practice called science, a thing he put little faith into. In fact in this book there was a ridiculous portion dedicated to proving that the world was round and not the obvious flat. "This is garbage you fool. Is this what you waste my people's money on, you simple minded Buffoon?" Heero turned his cold eyes to the cowering tutor in front of him.
The tutor sputtered for a moment, and seemed to be unable to collect his thoughts in front of the cold prince. This Heero Yuy was known as the desert Icicle for a reason. This calculating nobleman almost seemed conniving in his cruelty. "But your majesty, don't you think that these man have brought up valid points? I mean look at this Galileo man, truly he is a genius!"
"He is nothing more than a convincing devil. The man is claiming that the Earth isn't the center of the Universe, when all evidence points otherwise. I mean look at the way the sun and moon coil the skies. Truly we must be the center of the stars." His cold eyes fixed on the man in front of him, "Have you any objections that argument?" The tutor fell silent under the gaze of the cold prince, fearing for his head, he dared not argue with the prince on the rare occasions that he spoke.
The prince was satisfied to hear nothing from the stupid Tutor. He grunted and buried himself back into the doubtful theories of these Greeks, and silently chuckled to himself at the thought of crushing their entire civilization on account of this book. He looked up again from the book nearly an hour later, and grunted at the teacher. The nervous man paced over to the prince uncertainly, fearful of the consequences the grunt.
Heero monotonously grumbled, "weapons."
The tutor blinked profusely for a few moments as it registered to him that his unnerving time with the young Prince was over, and that he was to be escorted to his next class, Weaponry.
"Yes your highness you may go," he smiled hoping to all that he held sacred, that it didn't show the relief he felt. The Prince swooped down on the tutor, and whispered maliciously in his ear. "If you hope to keep your head I suggest that I never see that book ever again, Have it gone before tomorrow! Oh yes and wipe that stupid smirk off your face." He sauntered off towards the doors of the classroom when he was finished. A guard tentatively pressed open the Majestic gold laid doors, and followed him out into the glowing corridor.
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Duo looked up from the window when he heard the old rusted hinges squeak behind him. "Duo?" A soft feminine voice drifted from the hall. "Your breakfast is ready." She said as she meandered into the room. "Aren't you hungry at all?" He smiled meekly and looked back out the window.
"Duo, the master wants to see you again today." The woman stated quietly. Duo visibly slumped at this. The young woman came off the bed and knelt next to Duo. "I know how you feel, it's ok... But be strong..." She started before Duo cut her off. "Is that all?"
She blinked at him, "Excuse me?" He looked down at her with distant eyes. An awkward silence over took her. "Y-Yes that's all... I will be going, oh and about your breakfast?" He stood up, and not even looking at her he replied, "I am not hungry..."
After he was sure she had left, he walked back over to the window, and gave one last glance at the freedom he would never know...
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