Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ If Blood Was Gold ❯ Part II ( Chapter 2 )

*~* If Blood Was Gold *~*

Part II

"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.

"Better?" The god asked.

"Much." Quatre replied. "Thank you, master."

Setting Quatre down on his feet, Duo looked him up and down before puling off the robe.

Quatre was left with a pair of dark brown pants and a creamy loose shirt which was tied at the top. The slave, being used to this treatment, knew he wasn't supposed to move until he was told.

Duo practically tore off Quatre's shirt, touching every part of the now bare chest that he could in any means possible. His nails scraped the skin, leaving red trails where they had travelled.

His teeth nipped and scraped, decorating the marked skin with intricate patterns.

Quatre gasped as Duo clamped his mouth down on a peaked nipple, his eyes widening in surprise. His hands entwined in Duo's braid, his legs weakening more and more as the ministrations of his master continued.

The slave was then pushed backwards, and Quatre fell onto the bed, bouncing once before Duo landed on top of him, his lips crushing against those of the small blond, his hands reaching down to rid his slave of the restraining pants…

When three knocks sounded on the door.

Duo growled and stood, glaring at said door and whoever was behind it.

He then turned to Quatre. "In your room there is food. Bring your clothes. Go now."

Quatre, who was still breathing rather heavily, nodded and obeyed.

As soon as he was out of sight, Duo flicked a wrist and the door swung open, revealing Trowa, Lady Hilde's servant.

"My Lady requests your presence in the drawing room, My Lord." the brunette muttered with a bow.

Duo nodded. "I will join her as soon as I am ready."

Trowa bowed again, and retreated a step or two before heading down the hallway at a quick pace.

<Strange…> Duo thought. <He's not heading towards the dining room…>However, the God pushed the thoughts away as he closed the door, and turned to see that Quatre had emerged from his chambers, and had put on a grey robe. The extra gold had been removed, returning the slave to a soundless grey servant.

"Did you eat?" Duo asked, his tone cold and icy.

Quatre nodded. He had finished the bread and water that had been left for him quickly.

"Then we shall leave." And the two headed down to the drawing room.

They reached their destination to find Lady Hilde sitting in one of the blood-red sofas, wearing a long, black revealing dress.

She frowned when she saw that Duo's slave had followed him once again, but she had anticipated it, and, for once, had planned ahead.

"Ah, Duo." She said, standing and bowing slightly in the God's presence.

"Lady. You wanted to see me?"

"Yes, I heard a strange sound outside of my open window, and when I went to close it, I couldn't get it shut."

"And what of Trowa?"

"He's still there, trying his best to accomplish the task. I thought maybe Quatre would like to have a go. I heard a rumour that you had granted him magical powers."

Duo bristled at the remark. "I did nothing of the sort. I will send a guard to help you."

"Are you saying that Quatre won't be strong enough? He didn't eat anything at dinner. Are you hungry, Quatre dear?"

Quatre glanced at his master, who gave a slight nod. With his master's permission to speak, the slave bowed politely for Hilde. "NO, Lady. I have eaten."

"Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind trying the window?"

"No, Lady. I'll see to it." And with another bow, he left the room with a suspicious feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't like to leave his master alone with Lady Hilde, and it seemed that she'd wanted it that way. "My master can take care of himself." Quatre said out loud, more for self-assurance than anything else.

He soon came to Lady Hilde's sleeping chambers, and to his surprise the door was open. He stepped inside.

"Trowa?" He called out, peering through the darkness. Reaching out a slender hand palm up, he whispered `fire' and a disk of light hovered above the skin of his palm. He knew that he wasn't supposed to use magic, but the spell he'd just used didn't take much energy and it wouldn't be detected.

The rumours Hilde had heard of his magical powers had only been half true. Quatre was magically inclined, but he'd been born with it. The collar around his neck prevented their use, as Duo did not want the blond to develop his powers without learning some control. He was training the blond, and the slave was taught that he was not to use the powers unless his master permitted it. Also, it would not do well for Duo's peers and enemies to know that his personal slave had magic in his blood.

These powers had only been discovered upon his arrival at Duo's massive castle, when he'd been kidnapped. He'd been training ever since to perfect their potential. However, he still had a long way to go.

The light in Quatre's palm revealed most of the fairly sized room (though the décor wasn't much compared to that of his master's private chambers), but Trowa was nowhere to be seen.

Quatre stepped further into the room, noticing that the window was shut.

"He must have gotten it by himself." Quatre mused.

"No, it was never opened." Came a voice from behind the blond.

Quatre spun around. It was the first time he had heard Trowa's voice, and it stirred something within him.

He was now facing the tall brunette, glaring at him defiantly. "What do you mean it was never open? Lady Hilde said…"

"Lady Hilde lied." Trowa cut the small blond off. "She wanted you out of the way. Now, if you'll excuse me…" Trowa backed out of the doorway, and closed the door behind him, locking it with a magic that could rival that of Duo.

Did he feel…guilt? For locking the slave in the room? Shaking the feeling off, he left Quatre to survey his lady's progress.

Meanwhile, Quatre, from within the room, needed to get back to his master, for reasons even he didn't fully understand.

His master had told him never to leave his side, unless he had permission. And now he was confined. They were separated. The slave was beginning to feel more than a little Closter phobic.

Closing his eyes, and breathing in deeply, Quatre decided he knew what he had to do. And it was going to hurt like hell itself…all because of the golden band that was secured around his neck.

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Duo watched his slave leave the room thanks to Lady Hilde's request, and then turned his icy glare on her.

"If there's nothing you want from me, Lady, I shall return to my chambers." He stated, his voice dripping with malice and danger. He bowed slightly, turning to leave.

"Oh, Duo, there is something you could help me with." She said, stepping forward, and taking hold of Duo's arm to pull him around to face her.

Duo spun around, and pushed Lady Hilde against the wall, pinning her there, cobalt blue eyes glaring daggers, bat-like wings unfurled.

He was a menacing sight.

"Don't touch me." He growled before he released her.

Hilde, quite shaken up by the experience, and from being so close to the God, stumbled a minute before she regained her balance.

"With what do you require… my… assistance…?" Duo demanded, though his sentence trailed off, and he dropped to his knees, gasping for breath, pain searing through his head, each breath burning his lungs.

"Q-quatre…" he managed to gasp. "What have you done to him?"

Lady Hilde smirked. Her plan was working more than perfectly…and her assumptions had been correct. The God did have a weakness, and it lay within his slave. She had many friends that would pay for this information…

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Quatre fell to his knees at exactly the same moment that his master faced similar problems.

He gasped for air, trying to regain the will to breathe.

The collar had taken effect as soon as he had commenced the spell. It was a difficult one, teleportation. The magic within the collar had tapped into his nervous system, sending waves of pain through his small frame.

But through the pain, he still struggled to escape from his confinement.

Concentrating his energy, he breathed out the words to the practiced spell.

Almost losing consciousness under the restraining powers of the golden band around his neck, along with the pain it caused, Quatre gave on final cry of anguish before his image faded, reappearing in between the Lady and his master.

He lay on the ground, letting darkness sweep over him now that his master was close.

Duo's eyes turned black as he slowly got to his feet, his entire concentration fixed on Hilde. However, just as he was about to attack, Trowa appeared behind her, and with a single word, the two disappeared.

The God of Death cursed violently, slamming his fist into the wall. The stones turned back his fist, the knuckles now bleeding slightly. Duo calmed himself, slowly returning from his state of Shinigami.

His face fixed in a neutral expression, he lifted his small slave from the ground, and cradled him against his chest. The blond had no idea how much danger the two were in, now that his secret had been revealed. <I should have seen it coming.> Duo cursed himself as he reached their room.

However, he shrugged the worry off. If Quatre was his weakness, then he'd just have to dispose of him. Nothing that the God of Death couldn't handle…tomorrow.

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If things seem a little foggy, they should clear up in the next few chapters…I hope…

~ Shadowfax