Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ If Blood Was Gold ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: rated NC-17 for a reason people. Not suitable for anyone under the age of 17, but I don't expect half of you will listen to that anyways. YAOI PAIRINGS Also, it's AU, and Duo is evil.

Ok, for the pairings: they're a surprise, but you'll catch on soon enough. They are yaoi (male/male), so beware!! You have been warned!! Twice even.

Disclaimer: I don't own it so don't sue.

<…> is a thought

"…" is a conversation

*~* is a change of scene

//…// is used for various things, but you'll get the point. It's usually something someone hears, a sound, or a voice in their thoughts.

Understand? I hope so. Now, on with things.

Sherpock -what about me?

Oh yeah, Sherpock is my Muse. He'll be accepting all flames.

Sherpock-thank you very much.

Now can I start the fic?

Sherpock-don't let me get in your way.

*sighs*

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If Blood Was Gold

Chapter One

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// Thonk. //

The jet black arrow hit dead centre of the target that was approximately one hundred feet away from the braided archer that stood, holding his equally black bow, a few extra arrows lay on the ground by his feet.

With a flick of the archer's wrist, the arrow in the target reappeared in his hand, along with the other three that had been on the ground.

"Come, servant." He commanded the small blond that stood behind him.

The boy nodded meekly. "Yes, master." And he followed his `master' through the dense forest that surrounded the archery field towards the magnificent castle that he could just see through the many trees.

The master led his servant through the massive oak doors of the old stone building, and down the many halls that led to the weapons room.

The various other servants that littered the halls stared in awe at this `master' as he travelled through his castle.

He was certainly a sight to behold.

His jet black wings were unfurled, their bat-like appearance intimidating, the razor-sharp claws at the tips not the least bit comforting. His black clothing contrasted with his chestnut-brown braid that snaked its way in between the two wings, and down the demon's back.

The eyes of this demon were cold and heartless, cobalt blue orbs that screamed that he meant business, and he was not to be tampered with.

This being was the God of Death, who went by the name of Duo Maxwell, though his servants were all ordered to call him `Master', and a slip of the tongue could mean the end of their lives. They had to be careful.

The servant that was following Duo was a young boy by the name of Quatre Raberba Winner. He had been the son of the chief of a nearby village, but the village had displeased the God of Death, and Duo had kidnapped the young boy, causing his family and friends grief and misery.

Quatre was now serving the God, as he would for the rest of his life. At the moment, his blond hair was damp from sweat, and his aquamarine eyes held a tired and withdrawn look. He wore the servant clothing, a dark grey robe that travelled to the ground, swishing around his feet as they continued to walk through the dark and damp passageways of the castle.

Just as they were nearing the weapons room, a servant came running around the corner, obviously in a hurry to do something. There was a distressed look on his face, and he noticed who he was about to run into one second too late.

// Crash //

The unlucky servant's feet left the ground before he could hit the God of Death, and he was smashed into the wall, quickly followed by one of the jet black arrows.

Bull's eye.

The servant was dead before he could hit the ground.

Duo's arrow had been true to its course, ending him of his misery. The servant now lay in a pool of his own blood, never to be seen or heard of again as the demon and his servant continued on their journey.

They rounded another corner, and ascended a flight of steps before coming to a halt in front of a steel door.

Quatre watched as his master muttered a few words, and the door swung open with a wave of his hand. He stepped inside, leaving his servant in the hallway. Quatre waited, knowing that it was forbidden for anyone to enter the weapons room without the demon's permission. And those who did have permission and entered rarely came out alive.

Duo soon returned, his sword scabbard and sword firmly in place, the bow and arrows left behind.

"Master, don't you think that it was a bit much to kill that…"

"Enough. He was in my way. You will not mention the incident again." Duo ordered to his servant, glaring meaningfully at the young blond, before he descended the stairs and headed for his chambers. "We must prepare ourselves for dinner." He stated, continuing down the hallway.

Quatre followed, hurrying to keep up with his master. He watched the demon walk with interest until they reached his room. Again a few words were muttered, and the door swung open with no physical effort besides the flicking of a wrist.

Duo strode into the elegant room. Quatre followed wordlessly, his bare feet making soft padding noises against the cold stones of the floor. Slaves were forbidden to have such luxuries as footwear, and they were all required to wear the dark grey robes that Quatre wore. The only thing that would distinguish the blond from the other slaves was the golden band around his neck that signified that he belonged directly to the God of Death, and he would serve him until he died.

This golden band could be attached to a golden chain, and there were hand cuffs that could accompany it as well, but Quatre was a loyal servant, and the chain and cuffs were rarely needed.

Duo headed for the mirror at his vanity, where he picked up his hairbrush, and turned swiftly to Quatre. "Brush." He ordered, sitting in the wooden chair, and holding out the brush for his slave to take.

Quatre walked over, and took the brush from his master. With gentle hands, he undid the braid, and ran the brush through the silky, chestnut strands. He heard a slight sigh from the demon, whose wings had disappeared magically, and the body beneath the hair relaxed considerably beneath the ministrations of the talented slave.

A small smile crossed Quatre's lips as he ran the brush through Duo's three foot long hair. The wavy strands were silky-soft to the touch, and the slave was enjoying this almost as much as Duo was.

Ridding the hair of all tangles, Quatre parted it into three sections, and taking a silver ribbon, he braided it into the braid with practiced ease.

"When is dinner?" Quatre asked, as he attached the band at the bottom of the braid, to hold his masterpiece together.

Duo stood, observing the job Quatre had done in the mirror. "Soon. Prepare yourself."

Quatre nodded. "Yes master." He then headed to the adjoining room, where there was a pile of fresh hay on the ground…Quatre's bed…and a shelf where various coloured robes were placed.

As Duo's personal slave, Quatre was required to look his best for dinner and public appearances.

Quatre chose a blue robe, and climbing out of the gay, he slipped into the new one. Adjusting the band on his neck, he attached a gold earring to his right ear, and a golden bracelet to his left ankle. A small bell was attached to the chain, and a small jingling sound was audible with every step.

"Come forward." Duo called from the main part of the room.

Quatre emerged, a slight blush on his cheeks.

A hungry look appeared in the demon's eyes as he drank in the look of his slave.

Quatre stood, silent, as he waited for Duo to finish his inspection, so that everything would be perfect for the evening.

"Impressive." Duo said, taking a step closer to his slave, circling him as a predator might stalk his prey.

From behind, Duo's arms circled around Quatre's waist, and the God nipped at the blond's neck, just below the golden band.

Quatre's breath caught in his throat as his master's hands travelled lower, almost brushing against his area of need…

// knock, knock, knock //

Three short sounds signified that dinner was ready for his master, and Quatre pulled away from the warm, though demanding embrace.

Duo, now clad in a long, black robe which had silver trimmings, glared at the blond. "Answer the door, slave."

Quatre nodded, and strode over to the door, pushing it open with a simple unlocking spell that only he and his master knew.

A messenger stood there, scroll unwound, as he started to read.

"If it pleases your majesty, Lady Hilde wishes to join you for dinner this evening and she wishes to also stay the night.

Quatre turned to his master. "Lady Hilde is here, sire. He announced. "And she wishes to join you for dinner and spend the night in your castle." He then fell silent, waiting for Duo's response.

"See her to the dining room." Duo ordered the messenger, who took off down the hall at a trot, not willing to wait for the demon to change his mind.

Duo exited the room soon after, and locking the door with a spell, he led Quatre down the many corridors and hallways to the dining room.

Quatre followed his master obediently, his bare feet once again padding on the cold stones of the castle floor. His blue robe swishing around his ankles, the anklet jingling with every second step.

Duo entered the dining room, robes flowing around him, as he made his way to the end of the table.

Lady Hilde and her servant had not yet seated themselves, and they stood, waiting for Duo, who was of a higher ranking to sit before they allowed themselves the pleasure.

Once Duo was seated, he nodded at the lady, who sat on the right side of the God, who was seated at the head of the massive table.

Quatre stood behind Duo, a little to the right, so that he could listen to the conversation. Slaves of the God of Death were made to look pretty, but were not allowed the privilege to join him at the dinner table.

As it was, Lady Hilde's servant was sitting beside her. Bangs covered half of his face, and he remained silent, one green eye watching the Lady and the God intently, drinking in all the information he could.

"Lady Hilde, might I ask you what brings you to this remote part of the world?" Duo asked, not sounding pleased at all as silver platters of food were placed on the table in front of the two born into noble blood. "You gave me no warning of your visit, and I did not have time to prepare properly."

Lady Hilde winced slightly at Duo's icy tone, before plastering a smile on her face. "It's been a while since I last saw you, Duo. I thought a visit was appropriate, between old friends of course."

Quatre quirked an eyebrow. Hilde had visited just last month, and had offered her hand in marriage to his master.

*~* Flashback *~*

"Oh, my darling Duo…" Hilde had said, gazing into icy cobalt blue eyes. "I feel that we have grown so close over the last while…"

Duo had raised an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation.

Hilde had then moved closer to his master, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing her lips to his.

Duo, not having much choice, or much time to think; had returned the kiss, having no idea what was going to happen next.

Hilde had pulled away, though she'd stayed close enough that her arms were still around Duo's neck, holding herself against his body.

Quatre, at this time, had been burning with jealousy, at the simple sight of someone else with his master.

"I'll marry you Duo, of course I will…" Hilde had whispered, leaning in again to kiss `her' God.

But Duo had pulled away. "I never asked you to marry me Hilde. I have no plans of marriage."

"Oh, but we can make plans Duo. I…I love you."

Duo's eyes had narrowed. "I will not marry you, Lady." He had said, turning his back on Hilde.

"But…The kiss…" Hilde had protested, her eyes welling up with tears.

"You cannot possibly assume that one kiss means love, Lady. I bid you Goodnight."

The next morning, Hilde had been gone. She'd left during the night.

*~* End Flashback *~*

Thinking back, Quatre wondered for a moment why Duo hadn't killed her on the spot. He'd seemed almost glad when he'd killed the slave earlier this afternoon…

The blond slave broke himself out of his reverie, turning his attention back to the conversation between the two nobles.

His master was speaking of his plans of attack on the God of Life, his arch rival. HE was not explaining them in much detail, and Hilde didn't get much out of the conversation.

Quatre watched her slave closely, however. He had his one visible eye fixed on his master, and he seemed quite interested in the plans, which were taking place in a week's time.

When dinner was over, Duo had a servant take Lady Hilde and her servant, whose name had been revealed as Trowa, to their chambers.

Duo and Quatre then headed for the study, where the god was to work on some battle plans.

They arrived at the study, another room hidden behind a magically sealed door. IT was also located beside the library, and the two were connected with yet another steel door.

Duo had many enemies, as the God of Death, and he had to take various precautions.

Duo took a seat at the big oak desk to one side of the room, and Quatre spent the next few hours running back and forth in between the library and the study.

After bringing in a particularly heavy book from the library, his stomach betrayed his hunger.

Duo turned to glare at his slave. "Are you hungry?"

Quatre shook his head. "I can wait until we return to the room, master." He said.

Duo leaned back in his chair, stretching out tired muscles. He gave a heavy sigh, and then turned back to his paperwork. "I have a few things to finish, and then we will return."

Quatre nodded, noticing the tension in his master's voice and actions.

Half an hour later, Quatre followed Duo into their room, his anklet jingling noisily in the quiet atmosphere.

When the door closed behind them, the light from the hallway was lost, and the room disappeared into darkness.

Duo, however, had the ability to see through the dark, while Quatre was left sightless.

"M-master?" The slave called out, unsure of where he was. The lanterns were usually lit by this time of night, since it was so dark.

A demanding pair of lips pressed against his as a reply to his call. The God's hands wandered freely over his slave's body, and left Quatre trembling with desire.

"Yes, slave?" Duo `s voice growled in his ear, nipping at the top of his jaw, and kissing trails down his neck, teeth leaving harsh marks as he descended.

"I can't see anything." Quatre managed to utter as Duo continued enjoying his slave.

"Light." Duo ordered, and a lantern was lit as Quatre was lifted off his feet with a small yelp of surprise as Duo carried him to the bed, the predatory look once more in his cobalt blue eyes.

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Well, that's it for now. Hope you liked it. Please leave a review, and let me know what you think.

~ Shadowfax