Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Fates Intertwined: The Threads that Bind Us ❯ Chapter 6
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: C-Chan2 
Just read it. And be warned, Duo's fighting style was the result of waaaay too much Soul Caliber.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.21.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 259 | Status: Work In Progress
Just read it. And be warned, Duo's fighting style was the result of waaaay too much Soul Caliber.
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.21.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 259 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Note: Hi! I'm sorry this one took so long, I've been busy. I'm in a pickle though and I'm not sure what I should do. Perhaps you guys can help me? I'll tell you at the end of the chapter though.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Gundam Wing. That is a dream I have long accepted would not come true. I only write stories starring them because it's so fun, and I can make then do anything I want! Bwahahahaha!
Pairings: That's part of my dilemma. I want to do too many at once.
Warnings: OOCNESS! YAY! Mostly with Milliardo, and if you see any others then just remember I warned you. Like Heero being a bastard; he really is in this fic. Oh well, what's done is done. Let's see, there's violence and not so much lecherous behavior as the past couple of chapters. Hopefully it's still good. Okay, start reading now. I'll see you at the end.
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"Milliardo!"
Zechs searched frantically for a face to match that name and he felt his heart gripping with fear as the time passed. He couldn't see anything, as wherever he was had fog as thick as he'd ever seen it. A shadow passed by at his left and he was rushing after it, crying out in frustration as he lost it.
Blue eyes were searching again and he saw what looked like flowing robes sail past to the right of him. He spun to catch a glimpse but was unable to. Whatever it was that was out there was moving too fast.
"Milliardo!"
He had no idea why he kept screaming that name, but he couldn't help himself.
"Zechs!"
His feet were moving the instant his name was called and he was off, finding his way through the winding trees and fog. He stopped in what he figured to be a clearing, looking out past the mists, or at least trying to. He saw the shadow and he was running for it, his arm reaching out as he drew closer.
It moved at the last minute and Zechs cried out in frustration, falling to his knees. He didn't like being teased like this. He knew what he put that boy through in previous dreams. It wasn't fun wanting to take hold of something and having it slip free of your grasp everytime.
"Zechs."
His eyes lifted to a wall of tall bushes that seemed to appear out of nowhere and through the small spaces, he caught the glimmer of golden hair. He was there in an instant, trying his best to claw his way through the foliage, but the bushes were growing thicker with every branch he ripped away.
He stopped with a small sob, all hope dying as the bush seemed to grow thicker than before. He was tired of wondering who he was chasing after, he wanted nothing more but to finally meet face to face. Sadness weighed down heavily on his mind and he could feel that the one on the other side of the bushes was now crying.
A few tears escaped his own eyes and he tried his best to project a feeling of protection to the other.
"Don't leave me alone, Zechs."
Zechs was soon laying on the mossy ground, knowing that the boy on the other side was doing he same. His hand slipped into a small clearing made by the roots and his fingers were soon clasping with a hand, squeezing comfortingly as well as gently.
"I won't leave you, Milliardo.", he promised, his thumb gently rubbing circles on the hand held in his, "I promise."
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Milliardo slowly blinked his eyes open, noting that it was still dark out. He could feel someone else in the room and he turned his head to look, gasping in shock as he found Treize seated in a chair beside the bed. The man was asleep, half his body draped over the bed as he gently snored.
The sight of the royal vizier in his room by his bedside rose questions, but Milliardo found it best to leave those until morning. The man looked much too peacful. His eyes glided over to the closed balcony doors, and he couldn't help but rise from the bed. His feet carried him over and soon enough he was standing outside, his eyes looking out over the torchlit city and towards the outer walls.
Something had happened, but he couldn't quite remember what it was. He had been feeling pain and then, everything went blank after that. Then he was dreaming again, but it wasn't the usual dream. He was he own age in this dream and this time, he was the one who did the teasing. However, he still ended up seperated from whomever it was that was chasing him.
"Zechs."
He whispered the name aloud, his hands clenching the railing almost desperately. He knew his name now, but not his face. They had touched, but it wasn't enough. He let out a sound of distress, his eyes staring out past the buildings as his mind pulled. Whatever presence that was out there felt too familiar and he wanted to find it.
He coudln't leave the palace however, especially not at this time of night, even though he was out there calling for him. He was leaving, Milliardo could feel it. He had been so close and yet, was still so far. The tugging feeling was growing fainter and Milliardo felt like reaching out for it, as if he could grab it.
He jumped as it pulled taught and he didn't know what to do. He kept still as the presence on the other side fought to keep it, wanting to help but not knowing how.
"Don't let go.", he softly begged, his voice shaky, "Please, don't let go."
Milliardo could only gasp as he felt it tighten one last time and then snap, leaving him with a scared and empty feeling.
"No!"
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Tr eize was startled out of his sleep by the loud cry and he quickly glanced to where Milliardo had been lying, only to find he wasn't there. He looked to the balcony next, and sure enough there was the young ambassador, about ready to jump over said balcony. Treize was quick to react, as it finally dawned on him what his eyes were seeing, and he rushed to the balcony in the nick of time.
"Milliardo, don't!"
His arms wrapped about the young man's waist and pulled him back from the railing. He suffered a blow to the face by Milliardo's thrashing head, but he didn't stop to study the pain. He pulled the boy away from the balcony, Milliardo crying in objection the entire time.
Treize nearly lost his grip as Milliardo's fist came crashing into his groin, but he only whimpered and struggled to tighten his hold. He was going to have to walk around with protection soon enough.
"Don't go!", was all Milliardo was soon screaming, over and over again.
Tears were streaming down his face and Treize had no idea what was going on. He had earlier checked Milliardo for fever, but hadn't found any signs of one. Perhaps he was sick and Treize just had no way of telling. He fought to hold him a for a few minutes and soon enough, Milliardo was tiring.
A few more minutes and he had stilled completely, but was now sobbing and whimpering the words "come back". He had no idea who or what the boy was talking to, but he knew that it had obviously upset Milliardo. He could think of nothing else, and he wrapped his arms about him, pulling the boy closer so that he could cry on his shoulder.
It wasn't long before the foreign prince was alseep and Treize toted him off to his bed. Gently he laid Milliardo down and tucked the boy in, frowning as the boy continued to weep in his sleep. Today's events had been unusual to say the least, and if what had happened tonight was anything to go by, this was only the beginning.
With a tired groan, he took to snuffing out what little candles he had left lit earlier, before he was heading for the door. With one last worried glance to the blond-haired ambassador, he left for his own room.
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Wufei was making pretty good time, though he carried Zechs on his shoulder. The boy wasn't light, and they were on the run. They had reached the outskirts of the city about a half an hour ago, and found it swimming with castle guards and city officers. They hadn't been caught yet, which Wufei was grateful for.
He stopped in a heavily shadowed part of the alleyway they were traveling, signaling the others follow him as he took to kneeling. Silently they waited behind large empty crates as a small group of soldiers marched by, Wufei peeking out as they left. They were close to the city gates, he could see it from where they were.
All they needed to do was somehow cause a distraction, or at least hope for one to occur on its own. Then they could make their way out without being seen.
"We have to make it to the gate as quietly as we can.", Wufei announced in a low voice, looking to his traveling mates, "That means not one word, especially you Duo."
Duo went to object, but Quatre quickly covered his mouth, Wufei thanking him. Zechs was temporarily laid on the ground and Wufei took to stretching out his shouders. He was definately not doing this again, he aching in his shoulders and back. He was aware of the guards shouting excitedly and he grinned as they ran off after who knows what. There were only two gaurds left at the gate, and he could easily take care of them. He just wanted to get a little closer.
"Come, on.", he ordered, hefting Zechs back onto his shoulder, "Stay low and keep quiet."
Stealthily, they moved across the distance to the gate, Wufei eyeing the the two men who were standing watch. The three of them were ducking behind a cart as one managed to look their way, Wufei holding a finger to his lips to signal silence. They were only a meter or two away, and he wanted to keep his element of surprise.
"Duo, I need you to hold Zechs."
"No way!", the braided theif objected, "You can't expect me to hold him, I already told you that I think we should have nothing to do with him."
Wufei growled in annoyance, his eyes narrowing on the violet-eyed boy. Now was the time that Duo wanted to be petty? He had in his right mind to knock some sense into the thief. Before he could begin to even speak, Quatre was reaching out. Both he and Duo looked to him, a bit confused. Quatre only sighed with a roll of his eyes.
"I'll hold him.", were his simple words.
Wufei frowned and Duo snorted. Quatre couldn't possibly hold Zechs, it just didn't seem right.
"Quatre.", Wufei hesistated, not sure how to word it, "I don't think-"
"Oh, would you give him to me already!", Quatre quietly, but sternly ordered, "I'm not as slight as I look, I can manage this."
Wufei looked to Duo for support, but the thief only looked away from him, an unhappy frown set on his face. He then turned back to Quatre, nodding to the pirnce and watching as the boy took to lifting Zechs on his shoulder. The prince was right, he wasn't as slight as he looked.
With a gesture of his head he was leading them off, making sure to keep close to shadowed areas. They were coming in closer to the two guards that had been left behind, and Wufei slowly began to draw his sword. He would have to hit the men with a surprise attack, and he reminded himself to only knock them unconscious. He would spill no blood this time around.
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Duo wasn't happy and he didn't hide it. His trust for Zechs had diminshed to nearly non-existant. However, since the older boy had saved his life, he had to give him some credit. Though, as stated before, he was not happy. He obediently followed after Wufei, the warrior leading them closer to the two men that stood watch at the city's gate. If he could read Wufei's body language as well as he thought he could, the warrior was ready to attack.
Wufei, as well as himself and Quatre, were stoppped however. Zechs had chosen that time to awaken and he did so none too silently.
"Milliardo!"
The name that the older blond screamed caused the two guards to look in their direction, Duo joining Wufei in swearing as they were caught sight of. He looked to Quatre, who had long put Zechs down on his own two feet, but was now fighting the boy from running off. What the hell was going on?
He had no time to wonder, reinforcements were called in and twenty to thirty guards were soon rushing in their direction. Wufei was off, his sword drawn and fighting them.
"Duo, help me!", Quatre cried.
The theif looked to the prince, who was fighting to hold Zechs back and was obviously failing. As much as he didn't trust the boy, Duo couldn't refuse the prince. He rushed over to the still screaming Zechs, his elbow raising and then crashing down on the top off his skull.
As Zechs fell limp in Quatre's arms, he smiled at his handywork, only to have it fade as he looked up at Quatre. The prince was giving him a disapproving look and Duo only shrugged.
"What?", he asked in all innocence, "It shut him up, didn't it?"
Wufei's pained cry drew both their attention and they turned to find the young warrior clutching his side, just as a sword was drawing across it.
"Wufei!"
Duo was shocked to find that it was his own voice that called out for the ebony-haired boy. He wasn't much of a worrier, but now he was close to panicking. The number of soldiers seemed to have doubled, and they were closing in on Wufei, with every intent to kill.
"Duo, what are we going to do?"
The chest, Duo.
Duo wasn't sure where the voice had come from, but he did as it bid. He was soon removing the chest from his back, letting it drop to the ground and pulling the lid open. He paused momentarily to study its contents; jewelery, clothing and a pair of tambourines. Why did these thing seem so familiar? It was as if he had seen them before, had known they person who had owned them.
The sounds of swords clanging drew his attention again and Duo pulled hismelf away from his confusion for the moment. As if they had a mind of his own, his hands grabbed the latter of the list of objects, his wrists shaking them so that the metel disks locked.
"Now's not the time to dance.", Quatre told him, wide-eyed, "What on earth are you going to do with those?"
Fight.
The voice came again and Duo nodded, noting for the moment that it was a female voice. He looked back to Quatre, offering the prince a reassuring grin to calm him.
"Wait and see.", were his only words.
Then he was rushing off to aid Wufei.
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Quatre could only huff as Duo ran off, leaving him behind with an unconcious Zechs. He looked down at the older boy, his face frowning as he did so. What had caused Zechs to act in such a way? He had called a name and then had started screaming. Zechs kept saying that he couldn't leave, that he had promised him he wouldn't leave.
Leave who? Milliardo? Who on earth was Milliardo anyway? He gasped as he realized the connection to the name. Milliardo had been the envoy from the North. He had remembered staring at him. He and Zechs had looked identical. Were they connected somehow?
"Heaven help me.", he silently mumbled, looking up to where Duo ran off to Wufei's rescue, "How many more surprises will meet us?"
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Wufei went to one knee as the pain in his side increased. He had tried to fight them off, but his wound was making it difficult. No matter how many he cut down, they kept coming. He was doing all he could, but sooner or later, he wouldn't be able to do anymore. He looked up to where the soldiers were closing in and he cursed himself as he tried to lift his word. His arm trembled as he barely lifted it; he was too weak at the moment.
He waited as the horde of men rushed for him, their swords drawing and raising, ready to strike. Their blow never came and Wufei watched wide-eyed as three men fell dead. He looked up in astonishment as Duo stood in front of him, posied in a stance he wasn't familair with and weapons that looked like instruments.
He would have warned the boy of the man rushing for him, but Duo reacted before he could. He watched as Duo lifted his leg gracefully, sending a kick to make the man stumble, before his arm extended. A tambourine passed by the man's throat, and Wufei watched him fall, a red line appearing as he hit the ground.
An odd choice of weapons, but who was he to complain? He wasn't too proud that he wouldn't accept help when he needed it; and he needed it.
"Duo-"
"Don't worry, Fei-Fei. I got your back."
Wufei sulked momentarirly at the returned nickname, but decided to rant over it later. At the moment, he found it best to get hismelf out of the way.
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Duo kept his eyes on the confused men in front of him, as he waited for the sound of Wufei's retreating footsteps to fade. When the Eastern boy was gone, he straightened himself, the tambourines going in one hand for the moment.
"I'm sorry gentleman, but it would seem that you're in my way.", Duo began, the men now even more confused, "You see, we're wanted men on the run and we need to leave through the gate behind you. Now if you'll just be so kind and move out of they way, we could gladly continue on with our escape."
He was greeted with the expected scowls and raised swords, a sigh falling from his lip as he shook his head. A tambourine was gifted to each hand and he shook them with the slightest movement of his wrists, locking the small round blades once again.
"Okay, then.", he said with a grin, violet eyes gleaming, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
He made the first move, dashing forward and causing the men to go on guard. It didn't have any effect on him it would seem, because he was soon jumping, his body spinning as his leg kicked out to connect with a guard's chest. As the man fell and he landed on his feet, he was twirling again, his tambourines slashing down three more.
He stopped to smile at the men, who looked dumbfounded once again, before he was on the offensive once more. He didn't know how and he didn't know why, but he was fighting as if he had known how to do so for years. He knew how to fight, just not like this, this took disipline he never thought he had.
Oh well, who was he to complain? He was having fun.
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Quatre watched on with Wufei as Duo fought and he stopped in thought. It looked like Duo was dancing as well. It was an odd way to fight, but it was working. Where he had suddenly come up with the skills, Quatre could only wonder. He looked to Wufei, who was now tying a piece of silk torn from his own clothing around himself.
He wished that he could help, but his hands were full at the moment. He shifted Zechs on his shoulder, which was beginning to ache. He wouldn't go so far as to call Zechs heavy, but he wasn't that light either.
The sound of Duo's laughter caught his attention and he looked up to find a mass of bodies on the ground, many of them groaning in pain. He was relieved for that; Duo hadn't killed all of them. Now the braided thief faced off with one last guard, who backed away trembling, though his sword was pointed in Duo's direction.
Quatre watched Duo smile, his hands shaking the tambourine in a slow rythym, as his feet drew him closer to the soldier with a dance. Now Quatre would have to ask him where he learned to dance as well. With Duo's dance drawn to an end, the thief now stood in front of the soldier, a large grin on his face as the man whimpered.
"Boo.", was Duo's only word and the man fell to the ground, having fainted.
Quatre's face was fitted with a questioning frown as the boy made his way back to them and he was sure Wufei held a look to match his. As the theif stopped in front of them, happily jingling his tambourines, he only smiled at them.
"What?"
"You know how to fight?", Wufei asked the braided theif, his anger evident.
Quatre watched Duo give a nervous laugh, slowly backing away as a wounded Wufei drew closer.
"Well, I didn't know I could until I tried.", the boy offered nervously.
"Earlier today I fought to protect you, because you couldn't fight. Is there any other lies you want to tell me about?", the boy ranted, reaching for Duo.
Duo dodged him, escaping to hide behind Quatre, the prince not exactly sure what to say or do. He had no idea what the two were talking about.
"Hey, I never lied to you.", Duo corrected from behind his human shield, "You assumed I couldn't fight."
"I thought you were a girl!", Wufei screamed.
"Exactly, you thought. And please note that I never told you that I was.", Duo reminded him.
"Why you little-"
"Wufei, don't!", Quatre objected, holding out a hand to stop him.
Wufei had been about to lunge for Duo, and that meant that Quatre himself would have been caught in the middle. He had no desire to be an innocent victim of that battle. Besides, Wufei was hurt.
"You'll aggrivate your wound, Wufei.", he reminded the boy, before shrugging his free shoulder, "Beside, he's not worth it."
"Hey!"
He ignored Duo's hurt tone and he began to walk off, ready to get out of the city. He wanted to leave and never look back.
"Come on, let's go.", he ordered, "We have a long way ahead of us."
"Don't expect me to fight for you anymore.", he heard Wufei mumble.
"But Fei-Fei, you're my hero!", Duo objected, his voice playfully whining.
"Stop calling me that!"
He sighed tiredly as they left the city gate. These two were an odd pair and he was bound to get a few headaches from them. None the less, they helped him escape, so he could deal with a little bit of bickering.
"Don't you want to be my hero, Fei-Fei?"
He looked back to find the braided youth clinging to Wufei, his tambourines packed away in the chest which resided on his back again. The ebony-eyed warrior only growled in annoyance, wanting to fight Duo off, but wary of his wound.
"Duo, get off of me!"
Quatre groaned as Duo cried out due to a knock to his head and he slowly made his way back to them. This was going to be a really long journey.
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Green eyes blinked open, trying their best to take in the surroundings. He was no longer in the streets, that much he could tell from the wooden walls and crude mattress beneath him. He was back at the inn. The question was, how did he get there?
"Malumcinis."
At the word, Trowa sat up, his eyes looking to the table where Heero sat comfortably. He held in his right hand a mug, as his eyes stared into the fireplace, which he had lit somtime during Trowa's sleep.
The young acrobat paid him no mind, and he stood from the bed, a bit surprised that he was still fully dressed. Heero seemed the kind to take advantage when the opportunity presented itself. He stretched, his eyes never leaving from Heero, who seemed to be entranced by the flames.
He would have questioned him, but unfortunately he didn't care. His hand ran through his hair and he sighed in exasperation as he felt the length of it. That was one of the draw backs of transforming; his hair would stay at this rediculous length. He walked past Heero to the side table and mirror which hung on the wall, his hands grabbing up his dagger on the way there.
Once he was set in front of the mirror, he began his task, cutting away the locks of auburn hair. He heard Heero's mug being rested on the table and he looked to the swordsman, whose back still faced him. His head was now propped by folded hands under his chin, and if he had been able to see it, Trowa knew it would hold a look of deep thought.
He ignored him once again, continuing to cut away his hair, shaping it to its old style. When he was done, he ran a hand through his bang, before brushing away any loose strands.
"Born of the ashes and smoke in the deepest realms of the Underworld."
Heeor's voice drew the acrobat's attention to him and Trowa rested the dagger down, turning to face Heero, who still had yet to face him.
"So far down, you have no hope of escape, and you are at the mercy of the ruling lord.", Heero continued, taking up his ale again, "How is that you're here now? You're in a world where you do not belong, you should be sent back."
"Are you the one to send me?", Trowa asked him, his eyes narrowing.
The question finally brought Heero to look at him, the man turning in his chair to better look at him.
"Through pain and fire, I clawed my way up from the deepest pit of hell.", Trowa told him, his voice holding malice, "Three times I fell and each time I rose again. My master reached for me and I escaped him. His minions followed me and I destroyed them. Too hard I have worked and struggled to reach my freedom, I will not go back so easily."
He watched Heero rise from his seat, the colbat eyes gleaming in a way that made Trowa stand on end. The acrobat darkened his glare, but he stepped back anyway, finding himself trapped by the side table.
"Fight all you will, you will return to where you rightfully belong."
Trowa growled, his body shifting away from the side table, ready to flee if the need should arise. Heero drew closer and his hand reached for his dagger, his fingers closing around the hilt, the weight of it comforting him.
"I ask again, are you to send me?"
Heero laughed and Trowa sneered, this wasn't a joke.
"I can if I wish to."
It was Trowa's turn to laugh this time. Heero couldn't be serious.
"You do not have the power."
"I do not?"
Trowa would have swung his weapon, but Heero had moved faster than he could react, and the acrobat now found himself pressed against the wall with his hands secured above his head. The dagger was snatched from his now limp fingers and he watched wide-eyed as Heero lowered it to his exposed chest.
He couldn't help but scream as the blade peirced his flesh, three symbols quickly cut onto his skin, and green eyes opened to stare back at the man who held him captive.
"Malumcinis de atrum mundus, reverto de unde degero."
At the beginning of the spell, Trowa tried to pull away from the hold, his body growing cold in dread. He released a distraught whimper as the grip on his wrists tightened, the symbols on his chest beginning to burn. Heero hadn't been bluffing, and now Trowa feared he'd be sent back to the one place he vowed never to return.
"I will not go back!", he cried, glaring though his body trembled, "I refuse to return to him!"
Heero seemed to only smile, continuing his chant though Trowa fought to free himself from him.
"Atrum erus capio quidnam tui. Ego reverto tui creatura tu."
Trowa's efforts doubled, as the symbols marked into his chest began to glow, marking that the spell was working. Green eyes still looked to Heero defiantely. He wanted to transform, but the symbols prevented him, meaning he was trapped. His eyes widened as Heero neared the ending of the spell.
"No, you can't!", he objected, wanting to pull free.
If Heero repeated his first lines twice more, Trowa would be sent back.
"I can let you stay.", Heero began, stopping his chant for the moment, "For a price, I can keep you here."
Trowa only glared, upset with himself. He should have known Heero's intentions from the start. Why hadn't he killed the man when he had the chance? Whatever Heero wanted, he would not get it.
"Go to hell.", Trowa hissed.
Heero's laughter sent a shiver down his spine, and he whimpered as his wrists were crushed under the man's grip, the bones rubbing together painfully.
"You first.", Heero said coldy, his face having gone serious.
Trowa watcehd wide-eyed as the candles in the room died out, the only glow coming from the smybols on his chest, which bathed Heero in a eerie light. The acrobat cried out in alarm as the floor began to crack, parting and revealing a red and ominous glow of fire, instead of the first floor beneath them.
"Malumcinis de atrum mundus, reverto de unde degero."
He froze as he heard the familiar shrieking roar of his master, his eyes staring in horror as a taloned hand reached out from the parting floorboards, clawing at the wood. He looked to Heero then, his face written with desperation, ready to plea for his release. He couldn't go back there, not when he had worked so hard to escape.
"Heero, please stop!", he begged, but was ignored.
He screamed in objection and fear as Heero pulled him away from the wall, pushing him toward the taloned hand which eagerly reached for him.
"Heero, no!", he cried, wanting nothing more than to sob.
He fought as he was pushed closer, trying to pull free of the man that was guiding him to his waiting master.
"Malumcinis de atrum mun-"
"Name your price!", he finally screamed in submission.
He fell to his knees, a sob escaping his throat as he bowed at Heero's feet, looking for mercy. He did not see Heero's smile, but he did feel the room return to normal. He stayed there on the floor, sobbing in relief as his body shook, his face hidden in shame at his behavior.
Heero crouched in front of him, lifting his face by the chin so that he was looking at the tear streaked face.
"Serve me and I shall let you stay.", Heero offered, his thumb stroking Trowa's cheek, "Disobey me and I shall send you back to hell where you belong."
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Heero watched as Trowa's face quickly contorted with anger and he wasn't that much surpsrised when he found himself flat on his back. The dagger was in Trowa's possesion once again and the blade was pressed to his throat.
"You'll have no time to say them.", the boy threatened, "I'll have long cut your throat by then."
Heero only smiled at him, a dark smile that sent a shiver throughout the young creature's body. With speed to match that he had earlier, he took hold if Trowa's wrist, turning it so that the boy dropped the dagger.
"Malumcinis de atrum-"
"No!", Trowa objected, pulling free.
He was bowing once again, his body close to the floor as he looked up to Heero with trepidation, his body trembling.
"I will serve you.", he choked out, his head bowing again, "Please, don't send me back. I am yours, Heero."
Heero laughed, lifting himself from the floor and drew closer to Trowa, who tried his best to bow lower then he already was. With the toe of his boot he lifted Trowa's head by the chin, staring down in to green eyes. Trowa was submitting, though there was a struggle in those eyes. He wanted to lash out, but would not risk Heero binding the spell and sending him home.
"Come again?", Heero asked, watching as Trowa glared, "What should you call me?"
Through clenched teeth, Trowa forced the words out again, his eyes burning up with hatred for the man above him.
"I am yours. . . master."
Heero smiled at that, the word sending a rush throughout his body. Things were going to be a lot more interesting from now on.
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Milliardo woke at the sound of his door opening and he opened his eyes to find the royal vizier and a servant step in. The ginger-haired man gently ordered the servant to rest the tray he was carrying down and then he was shooing him off. He turned to the bed, to stop in surprise; he had obviously hadn't expected Milliardo to be awake yet.
"I'm sorry if I woke you.", Treize began, "I came only to check on you."
Milliardo offered a small, gracious smile and then he was sitting up in his bed. His blue eyes looked to the closed balcony doors and he wished that they were open. It seemed Treize figured out what he wanted, for he walked to the doors and opened them, turning back to the ambassador.
Milliardo thanked him and then fell silent again, his blue eys staring out past the castle walls. He felt so empty now, knowing that the presence from before was long gone. His arms wrapped about himself and he bowed his head, his bangs shadowing his face from the vizier.
Treize walked closer and seated hismelf on the bed, his hand gently resting on Milliardo's shoulder.
"Milliardo, is something wrong?"
The boy only shook his head, releasing a shaky sigh before lying back down and turning his back to face the older man. With the blankets pulled around him, he curled up even tighter, wanting to return to sleep. At least in his dreams he was there. Though he wasn't abe to see him, he could feel him, but out here he was gone.
"Milliardo, please.", Treize gently begged him, "Tell me what's wrong."
Milliardo stubbornly refused, burying himself even further into the blankets. How could he explain to Treize, a complete stranger, what he was experiencing at the moment? It was hard enough for himself to understand. He appreciated the man's willingness to comfort and talk to him, but he didn't want to talk. He knew what he wanted, or rather who.
"Zechs."
As he whispered the name, he felt eyes well with tears, but he fought them back. He had never felt anything like this before and he wished that it would stop. He had no idea what he could do, so it was likely that neither did the vizier.
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Treize watched as Milliardo turned away from him, and he sighed. It would seem that the boy didn't want his company. He would respect his wishes. He frowned slightly as Milliardo seemed to whisper something, but he coudln't catch it. He stood from the bed, making his way to the tray which held food, and brought it back to the bed. He rested it beside the young prince, Milliardo only watching the tray indiffirently.
"I brought you something to eat.", Treize told him, turning away, "I'll leave you to yourself now."
He was barely at the door when he heard Milliardo's voice call his name, and he looked back over his shoulder to where Milliardo sat up.
"Stay with me.", the boy worded, his voice small, "Please?"
With a nod, Treize agreed and he made his way to the bed once again. This time he sat on the chair that he left by the bedside, pushing the tray closer to Milliardo.
"Eat.", was his simple order, "We have only an hour before the king calls us."
"Calls us for what?", Milliardo asked, doing as was bid.
Treize watched him as he began to eat, before his mind was wandering to his own blond-haired prince. There was news that Quatre had been seen last night at the main city gate, and as was expected he was with his kidnappers. However, rumor had it that he had not seemed to be a victim, in fact it was told that he was carrying a young man, dead or unconcious.
It was disturbing news, and Treize hoped that it wasn't true. He couldn't begin to believe that Quatre would have run away to consort with such people. Then again, Quatre was always willing to go outside the palace walls. The prince had a curiousity and a longing for freedom that could not be contained. It was possible that he had left with the two convicts of his own choice.
"There is more news of the prince.", Treize finally answered, "The sultan wishes to discuss it with us."
"Let's pray that it's good news.", Milliardo muttered, slowly eating his breakfast.
Treize only sighed. He wished that it were.
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Relena sat in front of the vanity that had been gifted to her as a welcome present, seething as she brushed her deep golden strands. She was becoming impatient with these people. Last night she had been promised that she would spend that day with her new husband, since last night she had caught merely a glimpse at him.
He was not what she expected, but he would have to do. At least he was young and for that she was grateful. Her father had tried too many times to marry her to some old man, who could barely live past their wedding night. The door to her room was knocked on and she bid the person enter.
It was a serving girl and she ignored her at the sight of her. She had no means of interacting with the help.
"Did you sleep well last night, princess?", the girl asked, taking to making the bed.
"As well as I could on a lumpy mattress.", Relena snipped, resting her brush down, "Tell the sultan I require a softer mattress, I am not happy with the one I have now."
"As you wish, princess."
The silence resumed and Relena began to apply her make-up, her eyes keeping a close watch on the girl through the mirror. She didn't trust her own servants, let alone those that were here. She knew how they liked to take what didn't belong to them.
"It would be a pleasure having you here, princess.", the girl said, returning to conversation, "It's been awhile since Prince Quatre held compnay with women."
Relena only hmphed, lining her eyes with the thin stick of kohl. The prince must not have found the right woman yet. She would make sure that it was her. She didn't travel this distance to be turned away.
"My Lady must be excited about her wedding. Tis a shame it may be postponed."
The stick of kohl snapped as Relena's fists clenched and she rested the broken piece atop the dresser, turning to look at the servant girl. What did she mean?
"Postponed?", Relena questioned, "What do you mean postponed?"
The servant turned nervously to the princess, who sat seething in her chair.
"Have you not heard? His Highness has been kidnapped by bandits last night. He can not be found."
Kidnapped? Her future husband had been stolen from her? So that was why everyone was running about in a panic last night. It would seem that she was the last to know. Had she not sent Milliardo to find out for her?
"Where is my brother?", she asked, his fists clenching.
"Brother, princess?"
"The ambassador!", she screamed, causing the girl to meep in surprise, "Where is he!"
"He is your brother?", the girl asked confused.
"Find him now!", she ordered, her anger flaring.
The girl ran off, leaving a stewing Reelna behind and the princess rose from her seat to angrily pace. Milliardo had better know what was going on around here. If there was something that was being hidden from her, there would be hell to pay.
T.B.C.
Tada! Did you like it? Huh, huh, huh? Please tell me if you did. I really want to know. Please?
Anywho, on to my pickle. I'm having trouble with the pairings. You see I really want to do um. . . twincest as keiichisei put it. Though, I'm not sure if everybody would like that. I hadn't meant for Trowa and Heero to end up like this, but now I like the situation. . . alot of lemon possibilities. Too bad it's PG-13. Yeah, so I already know one pairing that I'm definately doing. Yet, I'm pondering the others. What do you think? I'd like to know, it would really help. Ciao for now!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Gundam Wing. That is a dream I have long accepted would not come true. I only write stories starring them because it's so fun, and I can make then do anything I want! Bwahahahaha!
Pairings: That's part of my dilemma. I want to do too many at once.
Warnings: OOCNESS! YAY! Mostly with Milliardo, and if you see any others then just remember I warned you. Like Heero being a bastard; he really is in this fic. Oh well, what's done is done. Let's see, there's violence and not so much lecherous behavior as the past couple of chapters. Hopefully it's still good. Okay, start reading now. I'll see you at the end.
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"Milliardo!"
Zechs searched frantically for a face to match that name and he felt his heart gripping with fear as the time passed. He couldn't see anything, as wherever he was had fog as thick as he'd ever seen it. A shadow passed by at his left and he was rushing after it, crying out in frustration as he lost it.
Blue eyes were searching again and he saw what looked like flowing robes sail past to the right of him. He spun to catch a glimpse but was unable to. Whatever it was that was out there was moving too fast.
"Milliardo!"
He had no idea why he kept screaming that name, but he couldn't help himself.
"Zechs!"
His feet were moving the instant his name was called and he was off, finding his way through the winding trees and fog. He stopped in what he figured to be a clearing, looking out past the mists, or at least trying to. He saw the shadow and he was running for it, his arm reaching out as he drew closer.
It moved at the last minute and Zechs cried out in frustration, falling to his knees. He didn't like being teased like this. He knew what he put that boy through in previous dreams. It wasn't fun wanting to take hold of something and having it slip free of your grasp everytime.
"Zechs."
His eyes lifted to a wall of tall bushes that seemed to appear out of nowhere and through the small spaces, he caught the glimmer of golden hair. He was there in an instant, trying his best to claw his way through the foliage, but the bushes were growing thicker with every branch he ripped away.
He stopped with a small sob, all hope dying as the bush seemed to grow thicker than before. He was tired of wondering who he was chasing after, he wanted nothing more but to finally meet face to face. Sadness weighed down heavily on his mind and he could feel that the one on the other side of the bushes was now crying.
A few tears escaped his own eyes and he tried his best to project a feeling of protection to the other.
"Don't leave me alone, Zechs."
Zechs was soon laying on the mossy ground, knowing that the boy on the other side was doing he same. His hand slipped into a small clearing made by the roots and his fingers were soon clasping with a hand, squeezing comfortingly as well as gently.
"I won't leave you, Milliardo.", he promised, his thumb gently rubbing circles on the hand held in his, "I promise."
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Milliardo slowly blinked his eyes open, noting that it was still dark out. He could feel someone else in the room and he turned his head to look, gasping in shock as he found Treize seated in a chair beside the bed. The man was asleep, half his body draped over the bed as he gently snored.
The sight of the royal vizier in his room by his bedside rose questions, but Milliardo found it best to leave those until morning. The man looked much too peacful. His eyes glided over to the closed balcony doors, and he couldn't help but rise from the bed. His feet carried him over and soon enough he was standing outside, his eyes looking out over the torchlit city and towards the outer walls.
Something had happened, but he couldn't quite remember what it was. He had been feeling pain and then, everything went blank after that. Then he was dreaming again, but it wasn't the usual dream. He was he own age in this dream and this time, he was the one who did the teasing. However, he still ended up seperated from whomever it was that was chasing him.
"Zechs."
He whispered the name aloud, his hands clenching the railing almost desperately. He knew his name now, but not his face. They had touched, but it wasn't enough. He let out a sound of distress, his eyes staring out past the buildings as his mind pulled. Whatever presence that was out there felt too familiar and he wanted to find it.
He coudln't leave the palace however, especially not at this time of night, even though he was out there calling for him. He was leaving, Milliardo could feel it. He had been so close and yet, was still so far. The tugging feeling was growing fainter and Milliardo felt like reaching out for it, as if he could grab it.
He jumped as it pulled taught and he didn't know what to do. He kept still as the presence on the other side fought to keep it, wanting to help but not knowing how.
"Don't let go.", he softly begged, his voice shaky, "Please, don't let go."
Milliardo could only gasp as he felt it tighten one last time and then snap, leaving him with a scared and empty feeling.
"No!"
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Tr eize was startled out of his sleep by the loud cry and he quickly glanced to where Milliardo had been lying, only to find he wasn't there. He looked to the balcony next, and sure enough there was the young ambassador, about ready to jump over said balcony. Treize was quick to react, as it finally dawned on him what his eyes were seeing, and he rushed to the balcony in the nick of time.
"Milliardo, don't!"
His arms wrapped about the young man's waist and pulled him back from the railing. He suffered a blow to the face by Milliardo's thrashing head, but he didn't stop to study the pain. He pulled the boy away from the balcony, Milliardo crying in objection the entire time.
Treize nearly lost his grip as Milliardo's fist came crashing into his groin, but he only whimpered and struggled to tighten his hold. He was going to have to walk around with protection soon enough.
"Don't go!", was all Milliardo was soon screaming, over and over again.
Tears were streaming down his face and Treize had no idea what was going on. He had earlier checked Milliardo for fever, but hadn't found any signs of one. Perhaps he was sick and Treize just had no way of telling. He fought to hold him a for a few minutes and soon enough, Milliardo was tiring.
A few more minutes and he had stilled completely, but was now sobbing and whimpering the words "come back". He had no idea who or what the boy was talking to, but he knew that it had obviously upset Milliardo. He could think of nothing else, and he wrapped his arms about him, pulling the boy closer so that he could cry on his shoulder.
It wasn't long before the foreign prince was alseep and Treize toted him off to his bed. Gently he laid Milliardo down and tucked the boy in, frowning as the boy continued to weep in his sleep. Today's events had been unusual to say the least, and if what had happened tonight was anything to go by, this was only the beginning.
With a tired groan, he took to snuffing out what little candles he had left lit earlier, before he was heading for the door. With one last worried glance to the blond-haired ambassador, he left for his own room.
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Wufei was making pretty good time, though he carried Zechs on his shoulder. The boy wasn't light, and they were on the run. They had reached the outskirts of the city about a half an hour ago, and found it swimming with castle guards and city officers. They hadn't been caught yet, which Wufei was grateful for.
He stopped in a heavily shadowed part of the alleyway they were traveling, signaling the others follow him as he took to kneeling. Silently they waited behind large empty crates as a small group of soldiers marched by, Wufei peeking out as they left. They were close to the city gates, he could see it from where they were.
All they needed to do was somehow cause a distraction, or at least hope for one to occur on its own. Then they could make their way out without being seen.
"We have to make it to the gate as quietly as we can.", Wufei announced in a low voice, looking to his traveling mates, "That means not one word, especially you Duo."
Duo went to object, but Quatre quickly covered his mouth, Wufei thanking him. Zechs was temporarily laid on the ground and Wufei took to stretching out his shouders. He was definately not doing this again, he aching in his shoulders and back. He was aware of the guards shouting excitedly and he grinned as they ran off after who knows what. There were only two gaurds left at the gate, and he could easily take care of them. He just wanted to get a little closer.
"Come, on.", he ordered, hefting Zechs back onto his shoulder, "Stay low and keep quiet."
Stealthily, they moved across the distance to the gate, Wufei eyeing the the two men who were standing watch. The three of them were ducking behind a cart as one managed to look their way, Wufei holding a finger to his lips to signal silence. They were only a meter or two away, and he wanted to keep his element of surprise.
"Duo, I need you to hold Zechs."
"No way!", the braided theif objected, "You can't expect me to hold him, I already told you that I think we should have nothing to do with him."
Wufei growled in annoyance, his eyes narrowing on the violet-eyed boy. Now was the time that Duo wanted to be petty? He had in his right mind to knock some sense into the thief. Before he could begin to even speak, Quatre was reaching out. Both he and Duo looked to him, a bit confused. Quatre only sighed with a roll of his eyes.
"I'll hold him.", were his simple words.
Wufei frowned and Duo snorted. Quatre couldn't possibly hold Zechs, it just didn't seem right.
"Quatre.", Wufei hesistated, not sure how to word it, "I don't think-"
"Oh, would you give him to me already!", Quatre quietly, but sternly ordered, "I'm not as slight as I look, I can manage this."
Wufei looked to Duo for support, but the thief only looked away from him, an unhappy frown set on his face. He then turned back to Quatre, nodding to the pirnce and watching as the boy took to lifting Zechs on his shoulder. The prince was right, he wasn't as slight as he looked.
With a gesture of his head he was leading them off, making sure to keep close to shadowed areas. They were coming in closer to the two guards that had been left behind, and Wufei slowly began to draw his sword. He would have to hit the men with a surprise attack, and he reminded himself to only knock them unconscious. He would spill no blood this time around.
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Duo wasn't happy and he didn't hide it. His trust for Zechs had diminshed to nearly non-existant. However, since the older boy had saved his life, he had to give him some credit. Though, as stated before, he was not happy. He obediently followed after Wufei, the warrior leading them closer to the two men that stood watch at the city's gate. If he could read Wufei's body language as well as he thought he could, the warrior was ready to attack.
Wufei, as well as himself and Quatre, were stoppped however. Zechs had chosen that time to awaken and he did so none too silently.
"Milliardo!"
The name that the older blond screamed caused the two guards to look in their direction, Duo joining Wufei in swearing as they were caught sight of. He looked to Quatre, who had long put Zechs down on his own two feet, but was now fighting the boy from running off. What the hell was going on?
He had no time to wonder, reinforcements were called in and twenty to thirty guards were soon rushing in their direction. Wufei was off, his sword drawn and fighting them.
"Duo, help me!", Quatre cried.
The theif looked to the prince, who was fighting to hold Zechs back and was obviously failing. As much as he didn't trust the boy, Duo couldn't refuse the prince. He rushed over to the still screaming Zechs, his elbow raising and then crashing down on the top off his skull.
As Zechs fell limp in Quatre's arms, he smiled at his handywork, only to have it fade as he looked up at Quatre. The prince was giving him a disapproving look and Duo only shrugged.
"What?", he asked in all innocence, "It shut him up, didn't it?"
Wufei's pained cry drew both their attention and they turned to find the young warrior clutching his side, just as a sword was drawing across it.
"Wufei!"
Duo was shocked to find that it was his own voice that called out for the ebony-haired boy. He wasn't much of a worrier, but now he was close to panicking. The number of soldiers seemed to have doubled, and they were closing in on Wufei, with every intent to kill.
"Duo, what are we going to do?"
The chest, Duo.
Duo wasn't sure where the voice had come from, but he did as it bid. He was soon removing the chest from his back, letting it drop to the ground and pulling the lid open. He paused momentarily to study its contents; jewelery, clothing and a pair of tambourines. Why did these thing seem so familiar? It was as if he had seen them before, had known they person who had owned them.
The sounds of swords clanging drew his attention again and Duo pulled hismelf away from his confusion for the moment. As if they had a mind of his own, his hands grabbed the latter of the list of objects, his wrists shaking them so that the metel disks locked.
"Now's not the time to dance.", Quatre told him, wide-eyed, "What on earth are you going to do with those?"
Fight.
The voice came again and Duo nodded, noting for the moment that it was a female voice. He looked back to Quatre, offering the prince a reassuring grin to calm him.
"Wait and see.", were his only words.
Then he was rushing off to aid Wufei.
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Quatre could only huff as Duo ran off, leaving him behind with an unconcious Zechs. He looked down at the older boy, his face frowning as he did so. What had caused Zechs to act in such a way? He had called a name and then had started screaming. Zechs kept saying that he couldn't leave, that he had promised him he wouldn't leave.
Leave who? Milliardo? Who on earth was Milliardo anyway? He gasped as he realized the connection to the name. Milliardo had been the envoy from the North. He had remembered staring at him. He and Zechs had looked identical. Were they connected somehow?
"Heaven help me.", he silently mumbled, looking up to where Duo ran off to Wufei's rescue, "How many more surprises will meet us?"
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Wufei went to one knee as the pain in his side increased. He had tried to fight them off, but his wound was making it difficult. No matter how many he cut down, they kept coming. He was doing all he could, but sooner or later, he wouldn't be able to do anymore. He looked up to where the soldiers were closing in and he cursed himself as he tried to lift his word. His arm trembled as he barely lifted it; he was too weak at the moment.
He waited as the horde of men rushed for him, their swords drawing and raising, ready to strike. Their blow never came and Wufei watched wide-eyed as three men fell dead. He looked up in astonishment as Duo stood in front of him, posied in a stance he wasn't familair with and weapons that looked like instruments.
He would have warned the boy of the man rushing for him, but Duo reacted before he could. He watched as Duo lifted his leg gracefully, sending a kick to make the man stumble, before his arm extended. A tambourine passed by the man's throat, and Wufei watched him fall, a red line appearing as he hit the ground.
An odd choice of weapons, but who was he to complain? He wasn't too proud that he wouldn't accept help when he needed it; and he needed it.
"Duo-"
"Don't worry, Fei-Fei. I got your back."
Wufei sulked momentarirly at the returned nickname, but decided to rant over it later. At the moment, he found it best to get hismelf out of the way.
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Duo kept his eyes on the confused men in front of him, as he waited for the sound of Wufei's retreating footsteps to fade. When the Eastern boy was gone, he straightened himself, the tambourines going in one hand for the moment.
"I'm sorry gentleman, but it would seem that you're in my way.", Duo began, the men now even more confused, "You see, we're wanted men on the run and we need to leave through the gate behind you. Now if you'll just be so kind and move out of they way, we could gladly continue on with our escape."
He was greeted with the expected scowls and raised swords, a sigh falling from his lip as he shook his head. A tambourine was gifted to each hand and he shook them with the slightest movement of his wrists, locking the small round blades once again.
"Okay, then.", he said with a grin, violet eyes gleaming, "Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
He made the first move, dashing forward and causing the men to go on guard. It didn't have any effect on him it would seem, because he was soon jumping, his body spinning as his leg kicked out to connect with a guard's chest. As the man fell and he landed on his feet, he was twirling again, his tambourines slashing down three more.
He stopped to smile at the men, who looked dumbfounded once again, before he was on the offensive once more. He didn't know how and he didn't know why, but he was fighting as if he had known how to do so for years. He knew how to fight, just not like this, this took disipline he never thought he had.
Oh well, who was he to complain? He was having fun.
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Quatre watched on with Wufei as Duo fought and he stopped in thought. It looked like Duo was dancing as well. It was an odd way to fight, but it was working. Where he had suddenly come up with the skills, Quatre could only wonder. He looked to Wufei, who was now tying a piece of silk torn from his own clothing around himself.
He wished that he could help, but his hands were full at the moment. He shifted Zechs on his shoulder, which was beginning to ache. He wouldn't go so far as to call Zechs heavy, but he wasn't that light either.
The sound of Duo's laughter caught his attention and he looked up to find a mass of bodies on the ground, many of them groaning in pain. He was relieved for that; Duo hadn't killed all of them. Now the braided thief faced off with one last guard, who backed away trembling, though his sword was pointed in Duo's direction.
Quatre watched Duo smile, his hands shaking the tambourine in a slow rythym, as his feet drew him closer to the soldier with a dance. Now Quatre would have to ask him where he learned to dance as well. With Duo's dance drawn to an end, the thief now stood in front of the soldier, a large grin on his face as the man whimpered.
"Boo.", was Duo's only word and the man fell to the ground, having fainted.
Quatre's face was fitted with a questioning frown as the boy made his way back to them and he was sure Wufei held a look to match his. As the theif stopped in front of them, happily jingling his tambourines, he only smiled at them.
"What?"
"You know how to fight?", Wufei asked the braided theif, his anger evident.
Quatre watched Duo give a nervous laugh, slowly backing away as a wounded Wufei drew closer.
"Well, I didn't know I could until I tried.", the boy offered nervously.
"Earlier today I fought to protect you, because you couldn't fight. Is there any other lies you want to tell me about?", the boy ranted, reaching for Duo.
Duo dodged him, escaping to hide behind Quatre, the prince not exactly sure what to say or do. He had no idea what the two were talking about.
"Hey, I never lied to you.", Duo corrected from behind his human shield, "You assumed I couldn't fight."
"I thought you were a girl!", Wufei screamed.
"Exactly, you thought. And please note that I never told you that I was.", Duo reminded him.
"Why you little-"
"Wufei, don't!", Quatre objected, holding out a hand to stop him.
Wufei had been about to lunge for Duo, and that meant that Quatre himself would have been caught in the middle. He had no desire to be an innocent victim of that battle. Besides, Wufei was hurt.
"You'll aggrivate your wound, Wufei.", he reminded the boy, before shrugging his free shoulder, "Beside, he's not worth it."
"Hey!"
He ignored Duo's hurt tone and he began to walk off, ready to get out of the city. He wanted to leave and never look back.
"Come on, let's go.", he ordered, "We have a long way ahead of us."
"Don't expect me to fight for you anymore.", he heard Wufei mumble.
"But Fei-Fei, you're my hero!", Duo objected, his voice playfully whining.
"Stop calling me that!"
He sighed tiredly as they left the city gate. These two were an odd pair and he was bound to get a few headaches from them. None the less, they helped him escape, so he could deal with a little bit of bickering.
"Don't you want to be my hero, Fei-Fei?"
He looked back to find the braided youth clinging to Wufei, his tambourines packed away in the chest which resided on his back again. The ebony-eyed warrior only growled in annoyance, wanting to fight Duo off, but wary of his wound.
"Duo, get off of me!"
Quatre groaned as Duo cried out due to a knock to his head and he slowly made his way back to them. This was going to be a really long journey.
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Green eyes blinked open, trying their best to take in the surroundings. He was no longer in the streets, that much he could tell from the wooden walls and crude mattress beneath him. He was back at the inn. The question was, how did he get there?
"Malumcinis."
At the word, Trowa sat up, his eyes looking to the table where Heero sat comfortably. He held in his right hand a mug, as his eyes stared into the fireplace, which he had lit somtime during Trowa's sleep.
The young acrobat paid him no mind, and he stood from the bed, a bit surprised that he was still fully dressed. Heero seemed the kind to take advantage when the opportunity presented itself. He stretched, his eyes never leaving from Heero, who seemed to be entranced by the flames.
He would have questioned him, but unfortunately he didn't care. His hand ran through his hair and he sighed in exasperation as he felt the length of it. That was one of the draw backs of transforming; his hair would stay at this rediculous length. He walked past Heero to the side table and mirror which hung on the wall, his hands grabbing up his dagger on the way there.
Once he was set in front of the mirror, he began his task, cutting away the locks of auburn hair. He heard Heero's mug being rested on the table and he looked to the swordsman, whose back still faced him. His head was now propped by folded hands under his chin, and if he had been able to see it, Trowa knew it would hold a look of deep thought.
He ignored him once again, continuing to cut away his hair, shaping it to its old style. When he was done, he ran a hand through his bang, before brushing away any loose strands.
"Born of the ashes and smoke in the deepest realms of the Underworld."
Heeor's voice drew the acrobat's attention to him and Trowa rested the dagger down, turning to face Heero, who still had yet to face him.
"So far down, you have no hope of escape, and you are at the mercy of the ruling lord.", Heero continued, taking up his ale again, "How is that you're here now? You're in a world where you do not belong, you should be sent back."
"Are you the one to send me?", Trowa asked him, his eyes narrowing.
The question finally brought Heero to look at him, the man turning in his chair to better look at him.
"Through pain and fire, I clawed my way up from the deepest pit of hell.", Trowa told him, his voice holding malice, "Three times I fell and each time I rose again. My master reached for me and I escaped him. His minions followed me and I destroyed them. Too hard I have worked and struggled to reach my freedom, I will not go back so easily."
He watched Heero rise from his seat, the colbat eyes gleaming in a way that made Trowa stand on end. The acrobat darkened his glare, but he stepped back anyway, finding himself trapped by the side table.
"Fight all you will, you will return to where you rightfully belong."
Trowa growled, his body shifting away from the side table, ready to flee if the need should arise. Heero drew closer and his hand reached for his dagger, his fingers closing around the hilt, the weight of it comforting him.
"I ask again, are you to send me?"
Heero laughed and Trowa sneered, this wasn't a joke.
"I can if I wish to."
It was Trowa's turn to laugh this time. Heero couldn't be serious.
"You do not have the power."
"I do not?"
Trowa would have swung his weapon, but Heero had moved faster than he could react, and the acrobat now found himself pressed against the wall with his hands secured above his head. The dagger was snatched from his now limp fingers and he watched wide-eyed as Heero lowered it to his exposed chest.
He couldn't help but scream as the blade peirced his flesh, three symbols quickly cut onto his skin, and green eyes opened to stare back at the man who held him captive.
"Malumcinis de atrum mundus, reverto de unde degero."
At the beginning of the spell, Trowa tried to pull away from the hold, his body growing cold in dread. He released a distraught whimper as the grip on his wrists tightened, the symbols on his chest beginning to burn. Heero hadn't been bluffing, and now Trowa feared he'd be sent back to the one place he vowed never to return.
"I will not go back!", he cried, glaring though his body trembled, "I refuse to return to him!"
Heero seemed to only smile, continuing his chant though Trowa fought to free himself from him.
"Atrum erus capio quidnam tui. Ego reverto tui creatura tu."
Trowa's efforts doubled, as the symbols marked into his chest began to glow, marking that the spell was working. Green eyes still looked to Heero defiantely. He wanted to transform, but the symbols prevented him, meaning he was trapped. His eyes widened as Heero neared the ending of the spell.
"No, you can't!", he objected, wanting to pull free.
If Heero repeated his first lines twice more, Trowa would be sent back.
"I can let you stay.", Heero began, stopping his chant for the moment, "For a price, I can keep you here."
Trowa only glared, upset with himself. He should have known Heero's intentions from the start. Why hadn't he killed the man when he had the chance? Whatever Heero wanted, he would not get it.
"Go to hell.", Trowa hissed.
Heero's laughter sent a shiver down his spine, and he whimpered as his wrists were crushed under the man's grip, the bones rubbing together painfully.
"You first.", Heero said coldy, his face having gone serious.
Trowa watcehd wide-eyed as the candles in the room died out, the only glow coming from the smybols on his chest, which bathed Heero in a eerie light. The acrobat cried out in alarm as the floor began to crack, parting and revealing a red and ominous glow of fire, instead of the first floor beneath them.
"Malumcinis de atrum mundus, reverto de unde degero."
He froze as he heard the familiar shrieking roar of his master, his eyes staring in horror as a taloned hand reached out from the parting floorboards, clawing at the wood. He looked to Heero then, his face written with desperation, ready to plea for his release. He couldn't go back there, not when he had worked so hard to escape.
"Heero, please stop!", he begged, but was ignored.
He screamed in objection and fear as Heero pulled him away from the wall, pushing him toward the taloned hand which eagerly reached for him.
"Heero, no!", he cried, wanting nothing more than to sob.
He fought as he was pushed closer, trying to pull free of the man that was guiding him to his waiting master.
"Malumcinis de atrum mun-"
"Name your price!", he finally screamed in submission.
He fell to his knees, a sob escaping his throat as he bowed at Heero's feet, looking for mercy. He did not see Heero's smile, but he did feel the room return to normal. He stayed there on the floor, sobbing in relief as his body shook, his face hidden in shame at his behavior.
Heero crouched in front of him, lifting his face by the chin so that he was looking at the tear streaked face.
"Serve me and I shall let you stay.", Heero offered, his thumb stroking Trowa's cheek, "Disobey me and I shall send you back to hell where you belong."
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Heero watched as Trowa's face quickly contorted with anger and he wasn't that much surpsrised when he found himself flat on his back. The dagger was in Trowa's possesion once again and the blade was pressed to his throat.
"You'll have no time to say them.", the boy threatened, "I'll have long cut your throat by then."
Heero only smiled at him, a dark smile that sent a shiver throughout the young creature's body. With speed to match that he had earlier, he took hold if Trowa's wrist, turning it so that the boy dropped the dagger.
"Malumcinis de atrum-"
"No!", Trowa objected, pulling free.
He was bowing once again, his body close to the floor as he looked up to Heero with trepidation, his body trembling.
"I will serve you.", he choked out, his head bowing again, "Please, don't send me back. I am yours, Heero."
Heero laughed, lifting himself from the floor and drew closer to Trowa, who tried his best to bow lower then he already was. With the toe of his boot he lifted Trowa's head by the chin, staring down in to green eyes. Trowa was submitting, though there was a struggle in those eyes. He wanted to lash out, but would not risk Heero binding the spell and sending him home.
"Come again?", Heero asked, watching as Trowa glared, "What should you call me?"
Through clenched teeth, Trowa forced the words out again, his eyes burning up with hatred for the man above him.
"I am yours. . . master."
Heero smiled at that, the word sending a rush throughout his body. Things were going to be a lot more interesting from now on.
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Milliardo woke at the sound of his door opening and he opened his eyes to find the royal vizier and a servant step in. The ginger-haired man gently ordered the servant to rest the tray he was carrying down and then he was shooing him off. He turned to the bed, to stop in surprise; he had obviously hadn't expected Milliardo to be awake yet.
"I'm sorry if I woke you.", Treize began, "I came only to check on you."
Milliardo offered a small, gracious smile and then he was sitting up in his bed. His blue eyes looked to the closed balcony doors and he wished that they were open. It seemed Treize figured out what he wanted, for he walked to the doors and opened them, turning back to the ambassador.
Milliardo thanked him and then fell silent again, his blue eys staring out past the castle walls. He felt so empty now, knowing that the presence from before was long gone. His arms wrapped about himself and he bowed his head, his bangs shadowing his face from the vizier.
Treize walked closer and seated hismelf on the bed, his hand gently resting on Milliardo's shoulder.
"Milliardo, is something wrong?"
The boy only shook his head, releasing a shaky sigh before lying back down and turning his back to face the older man. With the blankets pulled around him, he curled up even tighter, wanting to return to sleep. At least in his dreams he was there. Though he wasn't abe to see him, he could feel him, but out here he was gone.
"Milliardo, please.", Treize gently begged him, "Tell me what's wrong."
Milliardo stubbornly refused, burying himself even further into the blankets. How could he explain to Treize, a complete stranger, what he was experiencing at the moment? It was hard enough for himself to understand. He appreciated the man's willingness to comfort and talk to him, but he didn't want to talk. He knew what he wanted, or rather who.
"Zechs."
As he whispered the name, he felt eyes well with tears, but he fought them back. He had never felt anything like this before and he wished that it would stop. He had no idea what he could do, so it was likely that neither did the vizier.
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Treize watched as Milliardo turned away from him, and he sighed. It would seem that the boy didn't want his company. He would respect his wishes. He frowned slightly as Milliardo seemed to whisper something, but he coudln't catch it. He stood from the bed, making his way to the tray which held food, and brought it back to the bed. He rested it beside the young prince, Milliardo only watching the tray indiffirently.
"I brought you something to eat.", Treize told him, turning away, "I'll leave you to yourself now."
He was barely at the door when he heard Milliardo's voice call his name, and he looked back over his shoulder to where Milliardo sat up.
"Stay with me.", the boy worded, his voice small, "Please?"
With a nod, Treize agreed and he made his way to the bed once again. This time he sat on the chair that he left by the bedside, pushing the tray closer to Milliardo.
"Eat.", was his simple order, "We have only an hour before the king calls us."
"Calls us for what?", Milliardo asked, doing as was bid.
Treize watched him as he began to eat, before his mind was wandering to his own blond-haired prince. There was news that Quatre had been seen last night at the main city gate, and as was expected he was with his kidnappers. However, rumor had it that he had not seemed to be a victim, in fact it was told that he was carrying a young man, dead or unconcious.
It was disturbing news, and Treize hoped that it wasn't true. He couldn't begin to believe that Quatre would have run away to consort with such people. Then again, Quatre was always willing to go outside the palace walls. The prince had a curiousity and a longing for freedom that could not be contained. It was possible that he had left with the two convicts of his own choice.
"There is more news of the prince.", Treize finally answered, "The sultan wishes to discuss it with us."
"Let's pray that it's good news.", Milliardo muttered, slowly eating his breakfast.
Treize only sighed. He wished that it were.
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Relena sat in front of the vanity that had been gifted to her as a welcome present, seething as she brushed her deep golden strands. She was becoming impatient with these people. Last night she had been promised that she would spend that day with her new husband, since last night she had caught merely a glimpse at him.
He was not what she expected, but he would have to do. At least he was young and for that she was grateful. Her father had tried too many times to marry her to some old man, who could barely live past their wedding night. The door to her room was knocked on and she bid the person enter.
It was a serving girl and she ignored her at the sight of her. She had no means of interacting with the help.
"Did you sleep well last night, princess?", the girl asked, taking to making the bed.
"As well as I could on a lumpy mattress.", Relena snipped, resting her brush down, "Tell the sultan I require a softer mattress, I am not happy with the one I have now."
"As you wish, princess."
The silence resumed and Relena began to apply her make-up, her eyes keeping a close watch on the girl through the mirror. She didn't trust her own servants, let alone those that were here. She knew how they liked to take what didn't belong to them.
"It would be a pleasure having you here, princess.", the girl said, returning to conversation, "It's been awhile since Prince Quatre held compnay with women."
Relena only hmphed, lining her eyes with the thin stick of kohl. The prince must not have found the right woman yet. She would make sure that it was her. She didn't travel this distance to be turned away.
"My Lady must be excited about her wedding. Tis a shame it may be postponed."
The stick of kohl snapped as Relena's fists clenched and she rested the broken piece atop the dresser, turning to look at the servant girl. What did she mean?
"Postponed?", Relena questioned, "What do you mean postponed?"
The servant turned nervously to the princess, who sat seething in her chair.
"Have you not heard? His Highness has been kidnapped by bandits last night. He can not be found."
Kidnapped? Her future husband had been stolen from her? So that was why everyone was running about in a panic last night. It would seem that she was the last to know. Had she not sent Milliardo to find out for her?
"Where is my brother?", she asked, his fists clenching.
"Brother, princess?"
"The ambassador!", she screamed, causing the girl to meep in surprise, "Where is he!"
"He is your brother?", the girl asked confused.
"Find him now!", she ordered, her anger flaring.
The girl ran off, leaving a stewing Reelna behind and the princess rose from her seat to angrily pace. Milliardo had better know what was going on around here. If there was something that was being hidden from her, there would be hell to pay.
T.B.C.
Tada! Did you like it? Huh, huh, huh? Please tell me if you did. I really want to know. Please?
Anywho, on to my pickle. I'm having trouble with the pairings. You see I really want to do um. . . twincest as keiichisei put it. Though, I'm not sure if everybody would like that. I hadn't meant for Trowa and Heero to end up like this, but now I like the situation. . . alot of lemon possibilities. Too bad it's PG-13. Yeah, so I already know one pairing that I'm definately doing. Yet, I'm pondering the others. What do you think? I'd like to know, it would really help. Ciao for now!