Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Jewel of the Nile ❯ Chapter 5
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By: Shi-chan 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.09.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 468 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / / Romance / Suspense | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.09.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 468 | Status: Completed
3 Oct 2001
I'm evil... I am so evil.... I'm so dead.... hehehehe
::hides behind a rock::
Author's notes: A brief historical note here, this is set sometime between 753 BCE and 612 BCE... That means sometime between the birth of the Roman Empire and the end of the Third Intermediate Period in Ancient Egypt. Assyria is in domination of Mesopotamia, Rome is a Monarchy, and it is somewhere between the Age of Tyrants and Age of Democracy in Greece. Christianity has not risen into view and the worship of many gods is prominent. End of history lesson. ^_^ Another note: Any assumptions about ancient Egypt are not meant as insults or jokes, but used to further the story... I am sorry if this offends anyone... ::bows humblely:: Thanks: Sony_Mouse for the title... ack, who gave me the idea? SteelSong? Yeah.
Warnings: yaoi, lime, lemon, angst, S&M, masturbation, conspiracy
Category: AU
Pairings: main 1x2, 3x4, 13x6; other less focused on 1xR, 13x2
Jewel of the Nile by Willow
Part 5
-2 months later-
Exotic, golden fish fled as slim, ivory fingers danced across the shimmering garden pond. Violet eyes laughed as the silvery bodies skittered in all directions.
Duo was in paradise, pure and simple. Each passing day sent him falling harder and deeper for the Egyptian king. And even if he'd had the want to stop himself from loving the tousle haired man, he couldn't have. Every tender caress, every gentle embrace, ever loving moment spent in the Pharaoh's presence was ecstasy; while every moment apart was sweet torture.
"You've got it bad, don't you?" Hilde asked, standing three paces behind where he knelt on the bank of the pond.
Duo stood and looked into the blue-almost-black eyes of the young maid. "Yes, I suppose I do," he replied, smiling sweetly.
The girl chuckled, returning the smile. "Well, young concubine, it is time for the afternoon audience, and His Majesty requires your attendance."
Duo grinned at her. "Of course he requires my attendance... If I were not there, what would he have to distract him from the boring affairs of State?" Duo chuckled as Hilde shook her head and turned toward their Master's chambers.
"Come, arrogant one, we must ready you for the audience..." Hilde gave a mock suffering sigh. "When I'm finished with you," she looked back over one tanned shoulder. "His Majesty won't be the only one distracted by your presence."
Duo chuckled and followed the dark haired servant inside.
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As every time before, all eyes were drawn to rest upon the gilded concubine as he entered the audience chamber and took his place at Heero's feet. The Pharaoh, in all appearance ignoring the boy, laid a hand to rest atop the pleated chestnut locks as the boy seated himself.
Once the masses had calmed, Heero nodded to his herald. The scraggly, gold embossed man stepped forward and inhaled deeply. "Will the representative from Rome step forward and present his business!" He crowed, then stepped back to his place.
From the crowd a well groomed Roman, draped in a deep purple toga, stepped forth, striding elegantly toward the raised platform. "Pharaoh," he purred, kneeling at the foot of the dais. The ginger haired man raised his head and looked at the concubine relaxing before him.
Violet and azure connected, and Duo nearly choked on his tongue. 'How can he-- why-- oh Gods!' Fear coursed through him as he watched the Roman turn his head and look at the Egyptian king.
"Premius Treizus, first prince of Rome, seeking to open trade between your noble empire and mine," the tall man drawled respectively.
"I, Heero, Pharaoh, Son of the Sun, the Gods' Voice, do welcome you, Premius Treizus. Your business has been heard and will be thought over and discussed with you and your delegation in a private session. Please, remain at the palace as a guest of my people," Heero replied, rubbing a thumb soothingly against Duo's scalp.
Treize nodded to the young Pharaoh then turned and took his place amongst the crowd.
The rest of the audience was but a blink of the eye and Duo soon found himself standing at the edge of the crowd, his arm hooked around Heero's own. The brown haired man was discussing crops with a weather-beaten farmer and furrowing his brow in thought.
The golden concubine carefully tugged at his Master's arm, effectively getting the Pharaoh's attention without smearing any of paint that covered his own petit body. "Majesty... I am tired and the night is long ahead of me," he told the blue eyed king discretely. "Might I beg leave to rest and rid my body of this golden annoyance?"
Heero's lips twitched as the farmer blinked confusedly. "Aa," Heero breathed, nodding. "I shall be with you when this," he gestured around the audience hall. "permits."
Duo smiled. Heero could rid himself of the crowd at any time and he knew Duo knew this. Bowing respectfully to the farmer and his Master, Duo slipped stealthily out of the audience chamber.
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Relena wrinkled her nose as the young concubine made his disappearance. She sighed as she sat on her throne, no one paying her any mind.
"Might as well disappear myself," she murmured distastefully.
"Oh, sister... it seems you already have!" Zechs chirped from behind her.
The wigged woman jumped in her seat, turing to glare at her brother.
"Yes," Zechs drawled. "It seems you already have...."
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Treize watched Duo make his leave before traipsing over to stand next to Heero. "Majesty?"
Heero turned and looked at the man beside him. "Primius Treizus..." he nodded in recognition.
"Please... call me Treize." Heero nodded again. "I could not help but notice your small pet you keep close by is missing..."
Heero's eyes narrowed slightly. "My *concubine* has gone back to his room to rest..."
Treize just smiled. "How did such a pretty foreigner come into your hands, might I ask?"
"I bought him, as if it's any of your concern..."
"Oh, I am terribly sorry if I have offended you... I am merely curious. He seems familiar, that one..."
"Familiar? I doubt that..."
"No, I am sure I have seen that boy before... He's striking... I'd not forget a face like that one's."
Heero turned to glare at the Roman. "You obviously want to tell me something, so spit it out, Treize, or I am done with you... I have no time for games."
Treize chuckled. "My my, you have me pinned. I will tell you then... Your little concubine is not the slave you think he is," he whispered, leaning in toward the young Pharaoh. "You must have noticed how high he holds his head and how well educated that pretty one be. What would you deduce of him, then? That he be of noble birth, perhaps? Skin so pale can only come from one place, you know."
"You're still playing word games, Treizus," Heero threatened. He was getting irritated listening to the man babble, but curiosity had begun to rear it's ugly head at the mention of noble birth.
Treize sighed, smiling. "The boy is nothing less than a prince... A member of the royal house of Greece. Not an heir, mind you... no, far to down the line, what with nine other siblings.... Also," and Treize paused significantly. "your young concubine is not yours at all."
Heero's eyes widened. Of course Duo was his... "What do you mean?" Heero bit out, his anger was thick in his mouth and he could taste it's bitterness.
"Long before he ever found his way into your land, the boy was betrothed. He is legally bound to another, young Pharaoh... and that other, is me."
Heero glared at him. Could what the Roman had said be true? Could Duo really have lied to him and led him to believe he was a slave and Heero's alone? Prussian eyes darkened in fury and abruptly, Heero left the room.
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Duo blinked sleepily as the large metal doors slammed open. "Wha-- Heero?"
The King stood at the foot of the silk strewn bed, his breathing heavy and erratic. "Duo..." he growled, glaring at the scantly clad boy.
Duo's hair was down and still damp from his bath, falling in rivers down his shoulders and chest to pool about him in heaps of silk amongst the covers. He was about to speak when Heero cut him off.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Duo asked blinking. He stared at the boy in front of him, brow furrowed in confusion.
"Treize--"
Duo's eyes went wide, all color draining from his face. He suddenly understood why Heero was so mad... and that he was mad at him.
"-- told me all about you. Did you think you could hide it from me? Why didn't you tell me that you're a prince?"
"I--"
"You act the role of a servant well, young prince. Tell me, if you would loosen your lips to do so... What contingency plan has the conspiracy in case you were to fail?"
"Conspiracy? Contingency plan? I have no clue what you speak of, Heero--"
"Do not address me in such a manner!" Heero barked out.
Duo shrank back in fear.
"You were betrothed to Treize and ran away, didn't you? It seems like a thing a coward like you would do. And you ended up here... What else have the conspirators in store for me? Relena's an assassin? Hilde's going to poison me as I sleep?"
Tears were streaming down Duo's cheeks. How could Heero think such things of him? He couldn't listen to the accusations anymore... Blinking tears from his eyes, Duo lept off the bed and ran.
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Heero watched the boy flee, a sharp pain tugging at his heart as the loose chestnut hair disappeared around the corner. He felt numb... dead inside, like he had before the young Grecian had come into his life.
A blur moved in front of his eyes causing him to blink and refocus. When he did, he was eye to eye with a set of pissed off midnight blue orbs.
SMACK!
Heero blinked. Then blinked again. 'What just happened?' He thought trying to connect the past seconds.
"That's for hurting Duo!" Hilde yelled at him. "I don't care if you are the Pharaoh! You shouldn't treat anyone like that!" The girl's cheeks were flushed with the heat of her anger. "He's pure and innocent, anyone who looks at him could tell! He has no connection to your paranoid delusion of a conspiracy and you, of all people, should realize that!"
Heero stared at her as if she'd grown another head. "Are you mad?"
"Yes, I'm mad! I mean, no.. Argh! I'm furious! And perhaps just a little insane, enough to put you in your place! I'm the only one who will, so yes, I have to be a little bit crazy, don't I?" Hilde bit out. "You let that scum Treize -- and the man is scum! He's the reason Duo was a slave! The bastard had him kidnapped and sold! -- you let him come in and tell you garbage about Duo... part of it's true, I admit, -- Duo confided in me that he really is a prince and was betrothed to that weasel Treize -- but really! Isis would think you are less of a man than I know you to be!"
Hilde paused to catch her breath, watching Heero as he stared on in silence.
"What... what should I do?" Heero asked, finally.
Hilde sighed. The King looked far too young in that moment, far too vulnerable and lost. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Find him and apologize..."
"Oh, yes... please do," a mellow voice chuckled.
In the shadows, other voices sniggered and tossed taunts and jeers.
"You see... If you do he'll be much more fun to break," the blond man chuckled, stepping into the light.
Heero growled, preparing to launch at the man.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a feminine voice said behind him.
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Duo ran as fast as his feet could carry him. He ran to the end of the walled in garden, desperately clutching at the trunk of a palm to keep from collapsing to the dusty ground.
'Why? Why, Heero? Why?' his mind asked over and over again. "Why would he say such things?"
"Perhaps because they are true," a smooth voice whispered in his ear.
Duo jumped a good three feet into the air, spinning to stare wide-eyed at the owner of the distasteful voice. "Why?! Why do you ruin my life, Treize! I never did anything to you!"
"Oh, but, pretty one, you didn't have to," Treize cooed. "You see... you were only a convenient pawn in this game. I had no clue, when I had you kidnapped, that you'd end up here, in the very place I was plotting to take over."
Treize moved closer, lifting a hand to caress the soft curve of Duo's tear-stained cheek.
"My my, pretty one, how you've developed into such a nice dish. Scrumptious... I could just eat you up..." Treize licked daintily at Duo's earlobe, teasing the soft flesh.
Duo trembled in the Roman man's grasp, his knees weak with fear and revulsion. Never did he want this man's hands on his flesh, but here they were -- Treize caressing his cheek and neck, his hands touching flesh they should not near.
When the ginger haired man came close once more, Duo snapped at him, teeth clicking resoundingly.
"Ah, ah, ah," Treize admonished, pressing his thumb against Duo's throbbing pulse. "Naughty naughty."
Duo glared at the man for a second longer before his vision went black.
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"Relena!" he gasped out, looking at the blonde Queen. "Why?"
"I've grown tired, these weeks, of being a background to your pet.... yes, he's a sweet boy and very lovable, but really Heero? Did you think I'd sit back and become nothing more than a brood mare?"
"But... you were all for it..." Heero frowned at her.
"Yes, I was... but you see, I figured you'd keep him in your bed and not flaunt him in public... but did you, Heero? No... you just had to always have him at your elbow... at your beck and call."
Heero couldn't believe what his eyes beheld. "You are that shallow of a person?"
Relena sighed. "Heero, you must understand... all I have is my public figure now that you have found someone you can love..."
Heero blinked at her.
Relena smiled. "Yes... love. I know you love him... and that I am happy for. But now I want to be happy... you're happy, now it's my turn."
"Relena, we haven't time for this--"
"Shut up, Milliardo!" she hissed. "I shall take as long as I please..."
"Can we continue this on the caravan out of this place?" Treize purred from the open Roman style window. [1]
Heero growled and tried to attack the taller man when he noticed the limp form tossed carelessly over the man's shoulder, but before he could move a foot he was pinned to the ground by several larger bodies.
Relena knelt and looked pitifully at him then waved a bottle under his nose. Heero blinked once, looking up at the maid held firmly by the large blond man, then the world was black.
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End part 5
Author's notes:
[1] Roman style windows are those floor to ceiling windows that are like doors, ya know? I like them.
One foot note... I think the part was simple enough to understand... if not, just ask me. So, yes... Relena does get in on the conspiracy... I heavily debated whether or not to make her, but then I decided I needed to keep her in the fic... so I chose to make her part of the conspiracy.
I'm evil... I am so evil.... I'm so dead.... hehehehe
::hides behind a rock::
Author's notes: A brief historical note here, this is set sometime between 753 BCE and 612 BCE... That means sometime between the birth of the Roman Empire and the end of the Third Intermediate Period in Ancient Egypt. Assyria is in domination of Mesopotamia, Rome is a Monarchy, and it is somewhere between the Age of Tyrants and Age of Democracy in Greece. Christianity has not risen into view and the worship of many gods is prominent. End of history lesson. ^_^ Another note: Any assumptions about ancient Egypt are not meant as insults or jokes, but used to further the story... I am sorry if this offends anyone... ::bows humblely:: Thanks: Sony_Mouse for the title... ack, who gave me the idea? SteelSong? Yeah.
Warnings: yaoi, lime, lemon, angst, S&M, masturbation, conspiracy
Category: AU
Pairings: main 1x2, 3x4, 13x6; other less focused on 1xR, 13x2
Jewel of the Nile by Willow
Part 5
-2 months later-
Exotic, golden fish fled as slim, ivory fingers danced across the shimmering garden pond. Violet eyes laughed as the silvery bodies skittered in all directions.
Duo was in paradise, pure and simple. Each passing day sent him falling harder and deeper for the Egyptian king. And even if he'd had the want to stop himself from loving the tousle haired man, he couldn't have. Every tender caress, every gentle embrace, ever loving moment spent in the Pharaoh's presence was ecstasy; while every moment apart was sweet torture.
"You've got it bad, don't you?" Hilde asked, standing three paces behind where he knelt on the bank of the pond.
Duo stood and looked into the blue-almost-black eyes of the young maid. "Yes, I suppose I do," he replied, smiling sweetly.
The girl chuckled, returning the smile. "Well, young concubine, it is time for the afternoon audience, and His Majesty requires your attendance."
Duo grinned at her. "Of course he requires my attendance... If I were not there, what would he have to distract him from the boring affairs of State?" Duo chuckled as Hilde shook her head and turned toward their Master's chambers.
"Come, arrogant one, we must ready you for the audience..." Hilde gave a mock suffering sigh. "When I'm finished with you," she looked back over one tanned shoulder. "His Majesty won't be the only one distracted by your presence."
Duo chuckled and followed the dark haired servant inside.
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As every time before, all eyes were drawn to rest upon the gilded concubine as he entered the audience chamber and took his place at Heero's feet. The Pharaoh, in all appearance ignoring the boy, laid a hand to rest atop the pleated chestnut locks as the boy seated himself.
Once the masses had calmed, Heero nodded to his herald. The scraggly, gold embossed man stepped forward and inhaled deeply. "Will the representative from Rome step forward and present his business!" He crowed, then stepped back to his place.
From the crowd a well groomed Roman, draped in a deep purple toga, stepped forth, striding elegantly toward the raised platform. "Pharaoh," he purred, kneeling at the foot of the dais. The ginger haired man raised his head and looked at the concubine relaxing before him.
Violet and azure connected, and Duo nearly choked on his tongue. 'How can he-- why-- oh Gods!' Fear coursed through him as he watched the Roman turn his head and look at the Egyptian king.
"Premius Treizus, first prince of Rome, seeking to open trade between your noble empire and mine," the tall man drawled respectively.
"I, Heero, Pharaoh, Son of the Sun, the Gods' Voice, do welcome you, Premius Treizus. Your business has been heard and will be thought over and discussed with you and your delegation in a private session. Please, remain at the palace as a guest of my people," Heero replied, rubbing a thumb soothingly against Duo's scalp.
Treize nodded to the young Pharaoh then turned and took his place amongst the crowd.
The rest of the audience was but a blink of the eye and Duo soon found himself standing at the edge of the crowd, his arm hooked around Heero's own. The brown haired man was discussing crops with a weather-beaten farmer and furrowing his brow in thought.
The golden concubine carefully tugged at his Master's arm, effectively getting the Pharaoh's attention without smearing any of paint that covered his own petit body. "Majesty... I am tired and the night is long ahead of me," he told the blue eyed king discretely. "Might I beg leave to rest and rid my body of this golden annoyance?"
Heero's lips twitched as the farmer blinked confusedly. "Aa," Heero breathed, nodding. "I shall be with you when this," he gestured around the audience hall. "permits."
Duo smiled. Heero could rid himself of the crowd at any time and he knew Duo knew this. Bowing respectfully to the farmer and his Master, Duo slipped stealthily out of the audience chamber.
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Relena wrinkled her nose as the young concubine made his disappearance. She sighed as she sat on her throne, no one paying her any mind.
"Might as well disappear myself," she murmured distastefully.
"Oh, sister... it seems you already have!" Zechs chirped from behind her.
The wigged woman jumped in her seat, turing to glare at her brother.
"Yes," Zechs drawled. "It seems you already have...."
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Treize watched Duo make his leave before traipsing over to stand next to Heero. "Majesty?"
Heero turned and looked at the man beside him. "Primius Treizus..." he nodded in recognition.
"Please... call me Treize." Heero nodded again. "I could not help but notice your small pet you keep close by is missing..."
Heero's eyes narrowed slightly. "My *concubine* has gone back to his room to rest..."
Treize just smiled. "How did such a pretty foreigner come into your hands, might I ask?"
"I bought him, as if it's any of your concern..."
"Oh, I am terribly sorry if I have offended you... I am merely curious. He seems familiar, that one..."
"Familiar? I doubt that..."
"No, I am sure I have seen that boy before... He's striking... I'd not forget a face like that one's."
Heero turned to glare at the Roman. "You obviously want to tell me something, so spit it out, Treize, or I am done with you... I have no time for games."
Treize chuckled. "My my, you have me pinned. I will tell you then... Your little concubine is not the slave you think he is," he whispered, leaning in toward the young Pharaoh. "You must have noticed how high he holds his head and how well educated that pretty one be. What would you deduce of him, then? That he be of noble birth, perhaps? Skin so pale can only come from one place, you know."
"You're still playing word games, Treizus," Heero threatened. He was getting irritated listening to the man babble, but curiosity had begun to rear it's ugly head at the mention of noble birth.
Treize sighed, smiling. "The boy is nothing less than a prince... A member of the royal house of Greece. Not an heir, mind you... no, far to down the line, what with nine other siblings.... Also," and Treize paused significantly. "your young concubine is not yours at all."
Heero's eyes widened. Of course Duo was his... "What do you mean?" Heero bit out, his anger was thick in his mouth and he could taste it's bitterness.
"Long before he ever found his way into your land, the boy was betrothed. He is legally bound to another, young Pharaoh... and that other, is me."
Heero glared at him. Could what the Roman had said be true? Could Duo really have lied to him and led him to believe he was a slave and Heero's alone? Prussian eyes darkened in fury and abruptly, Heero left the room.
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Duo blinked sleepily as the large metal doors slammed open. "Wha-- Heero?"
The King stood at the foot of the silk strewn bed, his breathing heavy and erratic. "Duo..." he growled, glaring at the scantly clad boy.
Duo's hair was down and still damp from his bath, falling in rivers down his shoulders and chest to pool about him in heaps of silk amongst the covers. He was about to speak when Heero cut him off.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" Duo asked blinking. He stared at the boy in front of him, brow furrowed in confusion.
"Treize--"
Duo's eyes went wide, all color draining from his face. He suddenly understood why Heero was so mad... and that he was mad at him.
"-- told me all about you. Did you think you could hide it from me? Why didn't you tell me that you're a prince?"
"I--"
"You act the role of a servant well, young prince. Tell me, if you would loosen your lips to do so... What contingency plan has the conspiracy in case you were to fail?"
"Conspiracy? Contingency plan? I have no clue what you speak of, Heero--"
"Do not address me in such a manner!" Heero barked out.
Duo shrank back in fear.
"You were betrothed to Treize and ran away, didn't you? It seems like a thing a coward like you would do. And you ended up here... What else have the conspirators in store for me? Relena's an assassin? Hilde's going to poison me as I sleep?"
Tears were streaming down Duo's cheeks. How could Heero think such things of him? He couldn't listen to the accusations anymore... Blinking tears from his eyes, Duo lept off the bed and ran.
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Heero watched the boy flee, a sharp pain tugging at his heart as the loose chestnut hair disappeared around the corner. He felt numb... dead inside, like he had before the young Grecian had come into his life.
A blur moved in front of his eyes causing him to blink and refocus. When he did, he was eye to eye with a set of pissed off midnight blue orbs.
SMACK!
Heero blinked. Then blinked again. 'What just happened?' He thought trying to connect the past seconds.
"That's for hurting Duo!" Hilde yelled at him. "I don't care if you are the Pharaoh! You shouldn't treat anyone like that!" The girl's cheeks were flushed with the heat of her anger. "He's pure and innocent, anyone who looks at him could tell! He has no connection to your paranoid delusion of a conspiracy and you, of all people, should realize that!"
Heero stared at her as if she'd grown another head. "Are you mad?"
"Yes, I'm mad! I mean, no.. Argh! I'm furious! And perhaps just a little insane, enough to put you in your place! I'm the only one who will, so yes, I have to be a little bit crazy, don't I?" Hilde bit out. "You let that scum Treize -- and the man is scum! He's the reason Duo was a slave! The bastard had him kidnapped and sold! -- you let him come in and tell you garbage about Duo... part of it's true, I admit, -- Duo confided in me that he really is a prince and was betrothed to that weasel Treize -- but really! Isis would think you are less of a man than I know you to be!"
Hilde paused to catch her breath, watching Heero as he stared on in silence.
"What... what should I do?" Heero asked, finally.
Hilde sighed. The King looked far too young in that moment, far too vulnerable and lost. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around his chest. "Find him and apologize..."
"Oh, yes... please do," a mellow voice chuckled.
In the shadows, other voices sniggered and tossed taunts and jeers.
"You see... If you do he'll be much more fun to break," the blond man chuckled, stepping into the light.
Heero growled, preparing to launch at the man.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a feminine voice said behind him.
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Duo ran as fast as his feet could carry him. He ran to the end of the walled in garden, desperately clutching at the trunk of a palm to keep from collapsing to the dusty ground.
'Why? Why, Heero? Why?' his mind asked over and over again. "Why would he say such things?"
"Perhaps because they are true," a smooth voice whispered in his ear.
Duo jumped a good three feet into the air, spinning to stare wide-eyed at the owner of the distasteful voice. "Why?! Why do you ruin my life, Treize! I never did anything to you!"
"Oh, but, pretty one, you didn't have to," Treize cooed. "You see... you were only a convenient pawn in this game. I had no clue, when I had you kidnapped, that you'd end up here, in the very place I was plotting to take over."
Treize moved closer, lifting a hand to caress the soft curve of Duo's tear-stained cheek.
"My my, pretty one, how you've developed into such a nice dish. Scrumptious... I could just eat you up..." Treize licked daintily at Duo's earlobe, teasing the soft flesh.
Duo trembled in the Roman man's grasp, his knees weak with fear and revulsion. Never did he want this man's hands on his flesh, but here they were -- Treize caressing his cheek and neck, his hands touching flesh they should not near.
When the ginger haired man came close once more, Duo snapped at him, teeth clicking resoundingly.
"Ah, ah, ah," Treize admonished, pressing his thumb against Duo's throbbing pulse. "Naughty naughty."
Duo glared at the man for a second longer before his vision went black.
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"Relena!" he gasped out, looking at the blonde Queen. "Why?"
"I've grown tired, these weeks, of being a background to your pet.... yes, he's a sweet boy and very lovable, but really Heero? Did you think I'd sit back and become nothing more than a brood mare?"
"But... you were all for it..." Heero frowned at her.
"Yes, I was... but you see, I figured you'd keep him in your bed and not flaunt him in public... but did you, Heero? No... you just had to always have him at your elbow... at your beck and call."
Heero couldn't believe what his eyes beheld. "You are that shallow of a person?"
Relena sighed. "Heero, you must understand... all I have is my public figure now that you have found someone you can love..."
Heero blinked at her.
Relena smiled. "Yes... love. I know you love him... and that I am happy for. But now I want to be happy... you're happy, now it's my turn."
"Relena, we haven't time for this--"
"Shut up, Milliardo!" she hissed. "I shall take as long as I please..."
"Can we continue this on the caravan out of this place?" Treize purred from the open Roman style window. [1]
Heero growled and tried to attack the taller man when he noticed the limp form tossed carelessly over the man's shoulder, but before he could move a foot he was pinned to the ground by several larger bodies.
Relena knelt and looked pitifully at him then waved a bottle under his nose. Heero blinked once, looking up at the maid held firmly by the large blond man, then the world was black.
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End part 5
Author's notes:
[1] Roman style windows are those floor to ceiling windows that are like doors, ya know? I like them.
One foot note... I think the part was simple enough to understand... if not, just ask me. So, yes... Relena does get in on the conspiracy... I heavily debated whether or not to make her, but then I decided I needed to keep her in the fic... so I chose to make her part of the conspiracy.