Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Halfbreed ❯ Chapter 8
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By: Nita-sama 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.12.2005 | Updated On: 12.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.12.2005 | Updated On: 12.24.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 1.4K | Status: Completed
Title : Halfbreed
Genre: Fantasy, romance, violence, were-animals, angst, maybe some bastardization, bashing, language, slavery, gore, (this is my first time doing this one!) mpreg, death (none of the pilots but still sad)
Summary: In a small kingdom of weres, lower class creatures are sold and traded for othersâ?T pleasure. When young Prince Heero of the wolf clan meets a mixed were-cub, both find each other running for their lives in unknown lands across the seas.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5x6, UxOdin, mentioned UxJ (eeyuck!), S x Solo.
A/N: Hey! *ducks flying objects* o…kay….um…yeah, I know I have been gone for a long time. I will not give an excuse other that this is senior year and I have writer's block.
Chapter 8:
Duo ran as fast as he could through the dense undergrowth. His mind raced with everything that he was told both by his target and by his heart. He closed his eyes tight against the images each of the words had invoked.
// You were my best friend…// Images of his seven year old self ran through the halls of a large building he could vaguely remember. //Do you remember me?...// A younger version of Heero stared at his seven year old self with nothing more than innocent happiness.
Branches caught and bit in his skin and hair. He paid no attention to it. His feet mindlessly carried him towards his sire. His sire? The braided were winced as his targets face appeared with the use of the term and not J. For some reason the chiseled features of the young were seemed more appropriate and made his chest tighten. When he pictured J in Heero's place, he felt nothing.
“What the hell am I going to do?” He asked to no on in particular. He bought himself to a stop then. What was he going to do? Could he really go back to J with all these questions relaying in his head? He bought his arms up to wrap around himself as if he were cold. He felt so alone now. For years, everything was fine until now. //I could go back and get more information// He thought hopefully. He reflexively turned back to the estate still able to see it from where he was.
“Hello, Duo.” A deep male's voice greeted from behind the confused youth.
Duo spun around crouching close to the ground. He unsheathed his claws at the same time. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
J stared down at the bristling youth. The warm greeting smile on his face slowly faded away to a frown. “You seem a little on edge, little one. What's wrong?” He asked. J was at least as tall as Odin and built like any other beefcake werewolf. He stood on his hind legs with his chest poked out proudly. He had broad shoulders and a muscular arm. The other arm had been lost and replaced with a robotic one. Duo loathed that thing with a passion.
“I….nothing.” Duo said quickly and straightened. As he did, J reached for him to pull him into an embrace. The frown on the older were's face deepened as the young bearer moved out of his reach.
“You say nothing but you are more skittish than I have ever seen you.”
”I wasn't able to take out the target.” Duo reported. “A larger were came and stopped me.”
J grunted at the information. “Ah, Odin.” He stepped forward and reached out at the same time. This time Duo kept himself from moving. He shivered as J trailed his hand along the wounds he had sustained during the brawl with Heero. He realized then that whether J touched him with his flesh hand or his robotic hand, both felt the same–cold and the void of true feelings. “He is the boy's father. Maybe it would be best if you aborted this little mission.”
Duo shook his head at the suggestion. “I want to kill him.” He said finding that the statement when being directed towards Heero had lost some of its vehement. J didn't notice the difference. A small smile graced his lips but didn't meet his eyes.
“As you wish, little one.”
“I want to try to infiltrate their home this time. Odin will not suspect anything if I try to kill the target within his sleeping chambers.”
J nodded at that. “You have my blessings. Just be careful.” With that, he was gone in a blur of grey fur.
Duo relaxed then and turned back.
J watched from a distance as the youth made his way back to Odin's home. The frown on his face turned into a snarl. He could smell the target's flesh on Duo. The bearer had been close enough to him that he could've killed the target twice over before Odin could react. His plan was starting to fall apart. He flexed his metal hand. //No matter, he will bear my cubs either way and the boy will die along with his father.//
**
Heero moved to his room silently. Once he was safely behind the closed door, he collapsed onto the bed burying his face into the feather soft comfort of his pillow. His eyes stung with the need to release his steadily growing misery but he refused to answer it. Duo was alive. Duo didn't remember him. Duo was the bearer of his father's worst enemy. His whole body shook with anger. J was the one who took Duo away from him. For years, he thought his friend was dead. For years, his heart felt shattered into a million pieces and his body completely numb.
Now, it was a bittersweet turn of events. But he couldn't bring himself to hope for anything. Duo didn't remember him and was out to kill him on J's orders. He wouldn't doubt that his father, Odin, would do anything to stop that from happening even if it meant killing the braided hybrid were.
The thought was enough to break the surface tension of tears he was trying desperately to hold back. They flowed heavily from his eyes and into the pillow that still held Duo's scent even after so long. He breathed deeply through each heart wrenching sob fighting to get himself back together. For a second he was angry at Duo for making his emotions come back. He didn't want to feel this way.
Outside the door, Odin listened to his son's quiet sobs. His ears pressed low to his head to block some of the sound. But all species of the were family were empathic. They could feel the pain of one of their own except for the desert foxes who could feel the pain of everyone around them. For a moment, he wondered what young Quatre was going through. The youth hadn't visited since Duo's disappearance. His parents claimed that Heero's misery was enough to make the small Arabian depressed and miserable although Quatre was seven days away from Odin's lands.
**
Duo sighed pass the knot forming in his chest as he grew closer to the large manor. Memories raked over his mind everywhere he looked of him playing hide-and-go-seek, giving some young girl with blonde hair a piggyback ride and more. He suppressed them as he slunk pass the front guards.
He clung to the shadows as he moved. Nothing more than a whisper against the unsuspecting weres' ears and a musky sweet burst of pheromones on the evening wind. After all, death can be very alluring without one knowing he was actually there.
He continued to move reminding himself that he was not there to cause anyone any bodily harm. He passed through the front `door' and into a large area lit in warm golden/red light. It looked familiar enough. He could almost hear the voice that echoed there.
// “Why are you crying?”
“I-I-I *hic* can't f-fine m-m-my mommy. A-and my sistew, Hiwlde *hic* was going to take me to see our cousin Micah. We *hic* were going to make *sniff* mud cakes for Uncul Darren.”
“That sounds like a lot of fun. Could I maybe make mud cakes with you when you find them?” //
“Yes, my name is Duo.” Duo answered to the flashback version of Heero. A small smile graced his lips. “I want to know the truth, Heero.” He said. The daydream-like tone in his voice changed to something firm and determined. “If I don't like what I hear, I will kill you.” //or J.// He thought.
**
“Maybe I can help, Mama.” The young girl protested as her mother maneuvered her away from her brother's room. Her long arms reached towards the doorknob of the room only to be pulled away. She turned to glower up at her mother. Her creamy brown color ears lowered as well.
Une offered a small apologetic smile and ran a comforting hand over her daughter's wheat blond man. Eleven. Her baby girl was eleven now. It was hard to believe that the same little girl played and laughed in the rain not to long ago. Relena was becoming a very beautiful young woman.
Relena was average height for someone her age coming in around four-eight. Her limbs were long for her frames but far from awkward. She had milky skin and her skinny-girl build was becoming curvier with the aid of her budding chest.
“Leave him alone, Relena. Just for now.”
The youth relented but didn't get rid of her pout. “I just want to help him. Seeing him hurt like that is…I want him to be happy again.”
”I do too sweetie.”
TBC……
A/N: So how was that? Finding out how old Relena was supposed to be was hard! I almost forgot she was in the story. Notice that she isn't being an uber-bitch…well in a way she is a bitch…but not in the way she normally is. Does that make sense? Oops, I'm rambling. Review! I promise to update again before the month is out!!
Genre: Fantasy, romance, violence, were-animals, angst, maybe some bastardization, bashing, language, slavery, gore, (this is my first time doing this one!) mpreg, death (none of the pilots but still sad)
Summary: In a small kingdom of weres, lower class creatures are sold and traded for othersâ?T pleasure. When young Prince Heero of the wolf clan meets a mixed were-cub, both find each other running for their lives in unknown lands across the seas.
Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5x6, UxOdin, mentioned UxJ (eeyuck!), S x Solo.
A/N: Hey! *ducks flying objects* o…kay….um…yeah, I know I have been gone for a long time. I will not give an excuse other that this is senior year and I have writer's block.
Chapter 8:
Duo ran as fast as he could through the dense undergrowth. His mind raced with everything that he was told both by his target and by his heart. He closed his eyes tight against the images each of the words had invoked.
// You were my best friend…// Images of his seven year old self ran through the halls of a large building he could vaguely remember. //Do you remember me?...// A younger version of Heero stared at his seven year old self with nothing more than innocent happiness.
Branches caught and bit in his skin and hair. He paid no attention to it. His feet mindlessly carried him towards his sire. His sire? The braided were winced as his targets face appeared with the use of the term and not J. For some reason the chiseled features of the young were seemed more appropriate and made his chest tighten. When he pictured J in Heero's place, he felt nothing.
“What the hell am I going to do?” He asked to no on in particular. He bought himself to a stop then. What was he going to do? Could he really go back to J with all these questions relaying in his head? He bought his arms up to wrap around himself as if he were cold. He felt so alone now. For years, everything was fine until now. //I could go back and get more information// He thought hopefully. He reflexively turned back to the estate still able to see it from where he was.
“Hello, Duo.” A deep male's voice greeted from behind the confused youth.
Duo spun around crouching close to the ground. He unsheathed his claws at the same time. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
J stared down at the bristling youth. The warm greeting smile on his face slowly faded away to a frown. “You seem a little on edge, little one. What's wrong?” He asked. J was at least as tall as Odin and built like any other beefcake werewolf. He stood on his hind legs with his chest poked out proudly. He had broad shoulders and a muscular arm. The other arm had been lost and replaced with a robotic one. Duo loathed that thing with a passion.
“I….nothing.” Duo said quickly and straightened. As he did, J reached for him to pull him into an embrace. The frown on the older were's face deepened as the young bearer moved out of his reach.
“You say nothing but you are more skittish than I have ever seen you.”
”I wasn't able to take out the target.” Duo reported. “A larger were came and stopped me.”
J grunted at the information. “Ah, Odin.” He stepped forward and reached out at the same time. This time Duo kept himself from moving. He shivered as J trailed his hand along the wounds he had sustained during the brawl with Heero. He realized then that whether J touched him with his flesh hand or his robotic hand, both felt the same–cold and the void of true feelings. “He is the boy's father. Maybe it would be best if you aborted this little mission.”
Duo shook his head at the suggestion. “I want to kill him.” He said finding that the statement when being directed towards Heero had lost some of its vehement. J didn't notice the difference. A small smile graced his lips but didn't meet his eyes.
“As you wish, little one.”
“I want to try to infiltrate their home this time. Odin will not suspect anything if I try to kill the target within his sleeping chambers.”
J nodded at that. “You have my blessings. Just be careful.” With that, he was gone in a blur of grey fur.
Duo relaxed then and turned back.
J watched from a distance as the youth made his way back to Odin's home. The frown on his face turned into a snarl. He could smell the target's flesh on Duo. The bearer had been close enough to him that he could've killed the target twice over before Odin could react. His plan was starting to fall apart. He flexed his metal hand. //No matter, he will bear my cubs either way and the boy will die along with his father.//
**
Heero moved to his room silently. Once he was safely behind the closed door, he collapsed onto the bed burying his face into the feather soft comfort of his pillow. His eyes stung with the need to release his steadily growing misery but he refused to answer it. Duo was alive. Duo didn't remember him. Duo was the bearer of his father's worst enemy. His whole body shook with anger. J was the one who took Duo away from him. For years, he thought his friend was dead. For years, his heart felt shattered into a million pieces and his body completely numb.
Now, it was a bittersweet turn of events. But he couldn't bring himself to hope for anything. Duo didn't remember him and was out to kill him on J's orders. He wouldn't doubt that his father, Odin, would do anything to stop that from happening even if it meant killing the braided hybrid were.
The thought was enough to break the surface tension of tears he was trying desperately to hold back. They flowed heavily from his eyes and into the pillow that still held Duo's scent even after so long. He breathed deeply through each heart wrenching sob fighting to get himself back together. For a second he was angry at Duo for making his emotions come back. He didn't want to feel this way.
Outside the door, Odin listened to his son's quiet sobs. His ears pressed low to his head to block some of the sound. But all species of the were family were empathic. They could feel the pain of one of their own except for the desert foxes who could feel the pain of everyone around them. For a moment, he wondered what young Quatre was going through. The youth hadn't visited since Duo's disappearance. His parents claimed that Heero's misery was enough to make the small Arabian depressed and miserable although Quatre was seven days away from Odin's lands.
**
Duo sighed pass the knot forming in his chest as he grew closer to the large manor. Memories raked over his mind everywhere he looked of him playing hide-and-go-seek, giving some young girl with blonde hair a piggyback ride and more. He suppressed them as he slunk pass the front guards.
He clung to the shadows as he moved. Nothing more than a whisper against the unsuspecting weres' ears and a musky sweet burst of pheromones on the evening wind. After all, death can be very alluring without one knowing he was actually there.
He continued to move reminding himself that he was not there to cause anyone any bodily harm. He passed through the front `door' and into a large area lit in warm golden/red light. It looked familiar enough. He could almost hear the voice that echoed there.
// “Why are you crying?”
“I-I-I *hic* can't f-fine m-m-my mommy. A-and my sistew, Hiwlde *hic* was going to take me to see our cousin Micah. We *hic* were going to make *sniff* mud cakes for Uncul Darren.”
“That sounds like a lot of fun. Could I maybe make mud cakes with you when you find them?” //
“Yes, my name is Duo.” Duo answered to the flashback version of Heero. A small smile graced his lips. “I want to know the truth, Heero.” He said. The daydream-like tone in his voice changed to something firm and determined. “If I don't like what I hear, I will kill you.” //or J.// He thought.
**
“Maybe I can help, Mama.” The young girl protested as her mother maneuvered her away from her brother's room. Her long arms reached towards the doorknob of the room only to be pulled away. She turned to glower up at her mother. Her creamy brown color ears lowered as well.
Une offered a small apologetic smile and ran a comforting hand over her daughter's wheat blond man. Eleven. Her baby girl was eleven now. It was hard to believe that the same little girl played and laughed in the rain not to long ago. Relena was becoming a very beautiful young woman.
Relena was average height for someone her age coming in around four-eight. Her limbs were long for her frames but far from awkward. She had milky skin and her skinny-girl build was becoming curvier with the aid of her budding chest.
“Leave him alone, Relena. Just for now.”
The youth relented but didn't get rid of her pout. “I just want to help him. Seeing him hurt like that is…I want him to be happy again.”
”I do too sweetie.”
TBC……
A/N: So how was that? Finding out how old Relena was supposed to be was hard! I almost forgot she was in the story. Notice that she isn't being an uber-bitch…well in a way she is a bitch…but not in the way she normally is. Does that make sense? Oops, I'm rambling. Review! I promise to update again before the month is out!!