Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Indian Sunrise ❯ River Rebirth(Prologue) ( Chapter 1 )

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I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters/events that I may reference within this story. I wish I did though…

Author's note: Well I am new here and I figured that I would give this a shot…please do not eat me alive…Thanks!

AU Fic. Endless Waltz did not happen in my world, but what did happen was that OZ never had the split with White Fang and the Treize Faction. Therefore, they ended up winning the war. Poor Gundam Pilots…

River Rebirth

I had been instructed to love him as my God and Master. He was a Duke and a man of status, but first a Colonel and Commander. However, like all killing machines…he had broken down or at least hit the metaphorical wall. He was twenty-eight and suffering with emotional trauma from over nine years of first hand combat…never contented to fight from behind his troops…always at the front of the line crawling for a piece of enemy flesh. He was my Consort and I never believed that I would love him or that he would love me… After all, I was just his war prize and he the lucky winner.

 

I slept most of the way there due to the intense heat and the thick air. I was for once very displeased with my long. My black hair was pushed back over my forehead as I continued to sweat out any water that was in my body. I felt as if I was in a constant dazed state of mind. My eyes refused to stay open as I curled up by the window as I tried to get some air. My skin was sticky and clammy to the touch. I was nauseous and borderline comatose. It was summer in India and I hated this place more than the war itself.

 

I could barely keep my eyes open as the truck drove slowly down the hills. We were still miles from the compound and the sun had barely just reached the highest point in the sky. However, I remained blissfully unaffected by the light, because of an old tarp that covered the back of the truck. They had been humane enough to provide me with some aid. I was riding alone. My only visible companions were the bugs that crawled over the truck's hard plastic liner and the shadows that danced in and out, as we drove past a mango grove. I was sweaty and surrounded by insects…a perfect war prize for His Excellency.

 

“Fuck my life,” were the only words that seemed able to escape my dry mouth as I rolled over onto my back, shielding my eyes with my forearm.

 

My thoughts drifted to death in an isolated desert…lost within India…when out of the blue the truck jerked to a stop; slamming my head into one of the metal walls.

 

My shoes and shirt were nowhere to be found when we stopped along the riverside. I could hear the water rushing by from the open window. It seemed so far away as my sleepy mind struggled to comprehend the whole situation. However, all that I could think of was the pain of losing everything I had tried so hard to protect…I was a failure.

 

The truck door opened and a tall Indian man motioned for me to come outside. I knew we had not reached our destination…and I mildly feared that they had suddenly decided to kill me and substitute some fresh young virgin girl in my place. I had no idea at that point why he had decided that I was the one thing he longed for in the world…He could have anything, or anyone for that matter but he had settled or more so insisted on me.

 

“Hell no. It's too hot out there…” I grumbled in protest.

 

His eyes looked angry as he reached through the opening to grab my shoulder, but my sweat-soaked skin slipped away with ease. I shook my head and plastered myself to the far corner of the truck. If he wanted me, he would have to come in and get me. His lips tightened into an angry scowl as he once again motioned for me to come near the door.

 

“No.”

 

His hands searched for me, but once again, I avoided him. I spoke to him slowly, with slurred speech and unevenness.

 

“Please understand…I am tired and I just want to stay in here. I'm not used the this heat, and the air being so thick-”

 

“I understand your words, but I demand that you come out here…NOW.”

 

I shook my head in a defiant no, and silently smirked as his anger spiked. I laid my head against the wall as he climbed into the back of the truck and seized my wrists. I tried to pull away, but my strength was gone. He dragged me from my spot into the hot daylight; slinging me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing. I hung limply; too tired to try to resist or hold myself up. My fingertips brushed absently against the Indian's pants as he carried me to the riverbed. My head throbbed where were I had hit it. I felt like a ragdoll…I had become useless.

 

He carted me to the river, and with surprising gentleness placed me by the water. He instructed me to bathe myself because we would be nearing the compound soon and His Excellency would rather see me clean instead of like the filthy child that I appeared to be at the moment. I looked at him through tired eyes and pleaded silently for him to just let me escape. We were in the middle of nowhere, and disappearing into the distance was something I longed to do. However, his gaze was steely as he just pointed to the river and waited for me to undress.

 

I was like a piece of meat on display for those filthy soldiers…bastards. I could feel their eyes boring holes into my body as I stripped out of my sweaty clothing and rushed into the water…embarrassed by my nakedness.

 

In only a few seconds, I waded about waist deep into the water. It was cool and refreshing as I floated absently while it slowly moved around me. I was suddenly at ease with my situation as I allowed all thoughts of it to rush away with the river. I freed my hair from its usual tight ponytail and let it pool around my head. To the Indians I must look crazy, but for once I felt as if I was a free man enjoying nature. The heat must have messed with my mind because honestly I've never been free.

 

Why had he called upon me? Did he know that I was facing death…had he planned it all along? Why me? There is Maxwell with his charm and good looks. Moreover, there is Winner with his little angel persona…I am nothing compared to those two. He could have chosen Heero and used him to insure that no challenger would surface if another war were to arise. Or even Trowa, blessed with flexibility and gymnastic grace.

 

I rested my fingers on the water's surface….my life was over…and now my only choice was to become his…Damn you Treize, you've won again.

 

I guess that I had entered another realm within my mind, or maybe the heat had truly gotten to me because I had been unable to hear the angry screams of my Indian captor, as he demanded that I hurry it up because we had a schedule to keep. All I had been able to do was wash the upper layer of grime from my body before I was hauled from the water to the bank where a man was waiting with a new set of clothing, much nicer looking than the rags I had been wearing for the past three days.

 

“I am sure that Master Treize would want to see you in something more expensive and grand, but clothing like this is more suitable for the weather and climate.” He explained as I slipped into a linen pair of pants and a loose shirt.

 

The new clothing was better than what I had been wearing on the trip here, and it smelled cleaner than anything I had worn during the war.

 

As I walked slowly back to the truck and climbed into the covered bed of the rear I could see the tall walls of the compound looming the distance.…I knew he was there waiting for me…Why did I have to fail…Why did he want me?