Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Plight of the Unicorn - Sidestory ❯ Sidestory Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Hi all! I did the side story awhile ago but so forgot about it… ~blushes~ Sorry about that…. Thanks to Priscel for bringing it up. ^^ Anyways it's the story about Zechs and what happened to him with his family and meeting Wufei. The rating in this one is NC-17 because of what happens in the second chapter. It has a warning on that page so you know what the deal is. Hope everyone enjoys it and learns a bit more about Zechs in the process. ^^

~Cloudy

Plight of the Unicorn -- Side Story

Part One

The wonders of spring had taken hold in the garden outside his bedroom window; their many blooms spreading open to delight their viewers. Every color of the rainbow and beyond splashed the large plot of land. The teenager who gazed outward however was focusing on something besides the plants; a specific someone in fact.

There were several workers that handled the families several gardens but the one that drew the young man's interest the most was the head gardener's oldest son. He was tending the flowerbed alone, his lean body taut as he bent over to spread mulch. The sun was beating down in waves, the sweat forming on the man's face. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve. After thinking for a minute he sighed, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand slowly and slipping it from his body to drop to the grass.

The observer's blue eyes widened, gazing at the tanned chest that was revealed. 'I could watch him all day,' Millardo thought with a sigh. The young man looked like a glistening god as he stood out there working. The blonde was so absorbed at the sight he failed to hear the door open.

"My son, whatever are you looking at?"

Millardo blushed faintly at the question, remaining fixed on the window so his mother couldn't see his reddened face. He took several shallow breaths before answering. "Just looking at the flowers, Mother. They are beautiful this time of year aren't they?" he answered steadily.

The older women came up behind him, setting her hand on his shoulder before glancing outside. Right then a young woman was making her way up the path to the garden. The man outside stopped his actions, smiling brightly at the girl. She made her way to him and he kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

"Young love is a wondrous thing," the woman inside stated, her gaze going back to her son, "Millardo, you're not getting any younger son. Surely there is some beautiful lady out there that would make a fitting wife for you."

The platinum haired young man groaned inwardly at the twist of the conversation. 'You wouldn't understand the truth, Mother. And neither would Father.'

"I thought you wanted me to stay home as long as I liked," Millardo stated.

"I know son. I want my children here as long as they want. However you are nineteen years old. Your father and I don't have to throw you out at a young age like the lower class people do because money is never an issue. Surely at your age though, you would want to set out on your own and start a family," she explained.

"Father put you up to this didn't he?" the young man said softly.

His mother smiled lovingly as she gently put her arms around her child. "He has concerns. He worries you know? Most boys your age, and younger, are out chasing the ladies all the time. The only time you seem to acknowledge them is when we're hosting a ball and they ask you to dance," she informed.

'And that would be because I don't like women,' he answered silently, 'I don't suppose she really wants to hear that though.'

"Both of you know that studying magic takes up most of my free time," Millardo pointed out.

"I know, dear. You also know that your father doesn't agree with you training to use magic in the first place. The only reason he allows it is because I'm a Sorceress. However the longer you hold off without at least showing interest in someone the more he complains about it."

Millardo nodded absentmindedly, having heard this same conversation many times before. His mother released her hold on him, turning once again to the window. She then pulled it open, leaning slightly out. "Jacob, the roses are in full bloom on the left side of the mansion. Why not take a few for your lovely lady friend," she suggested.

The young man quickly gazed up at her, bowing in respect. "Are you sure, Madame?" he asked.

"Of course, Jacob. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful girl," the older woman stated.

The young lady in question blushed, lowering her eyes.

"Thank you, Mrs. Peacecraft," Jacob exclaimed as he quickly led the girl away. The lady of the manor sighed at the sweet couple before shutting the window. "Now why can't you find a nice girl like that? I'll even overlook the fact that she's way below our social status although your father would need some convincing."

"I know, mother," her son repeated.

There was a sudden rap on the door before it was pulled open.

"Mother? Father needs a minute of your time if you're not busy," the dirty blonde haired girl announced.

"Of course, Relena dear. I'll finish this conversation with you at a later time son," their mother remarked, slipping out of the room.

"You're in trouble again aren't you brother dear?" the girl said with a sly grin.

Millardo rolled his blue eyes at his sister. "You are such a pest," he commented.

"I might be, but at least I'm not a disappointment to our parents," she exclaimed. Relena then slowly walked around her brother, taking in every inch of him. "I really don't understand you at all. With your graceful appearance you could have any girl you wanted. I mean look at me. I've lost count of all the boyfriends I've had. And although I haven't married yet, the parents are at least grateful that I have shown interest, which is more than they can say for you."

Her brother shrugged nonchalantly at the remarks. 'Oh I've shown interest all right. Just not the kind I'd let any of the family find out about.' Relena continued to ramble on about the family genes and inherited sex appeal but Millardo just tuned her out.

"… And you're not listening to me at all," the dark haired blonde concluded.

"You're right," he stated simply as he walked to the door.

"You're so hopeless. You should have been a poor common person. You don't belong in high society," she spat out.

"You know what? You're probably right," the platinum haired young man said softly before leaving. He sighed as he made his way down the hall, nodding politely at the various maids and servants that walked past him. 'This is where we differ, Relena. You're so stuck up you won't give any one lower than you the time of day unless they're unbelievably attractive. Just because we were born to wealth it doesn't me we have a right to snub everyone.'

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw a familiar streak of deep red hair dart into the library. Zechs smiled as he followed the figure, ducking into the room as well.

He quickly scanned the area, his gaze landing on the vast array of polished bookcases. The various colors of the bookbindings gave the wooden object a rainbow effect. Millardo frowned faintly when he realized the room seemed deserted.

Millardo gasped in surprise when he was quickly spun around, warm lips pressed against his. He didn't even need to look to know who was pressed against him, only one individual had the guts. The kiss broke off naturally, green eyes and pouty lips grinning at him.

"And how are you doing, Master Millardo?" he asked.

The longhaired young man breathed contently as he leaned his head into the other's chest. He slid his left hand up to tangle in shoulder length red hair.

"Problems with the family again?" he questioned knowingly.

"Isn't it always, Deckin?" Millardo murmured. The redhead said nothing but held him close, gently massaging his back through his shirt.

He closed his blue eyes against the caring embrace, the body pressed to him offering support. Deckin was one of the only servants in the household that was willing to get close to him. The others all liked him but were fearful of being fired by his father. Deckin didn't let that get to him though. Sure they had to hide the relationship from everyone, but at least he was willing to have one.

"So what started them off this time?" the slightly older man asked.

"I was staring at Jacob again and my mother caught me. Of course I told her I was looking at the flowers," Millardo answered.

Deckin grinned at him, kissing his forehead. "Again, huh? Should I start to become worried?"

The platinum haired young man laughed as he leaned up, pressing their lips together. "I just look. I should be able to appreciate beautiful things. Besides even if I wanted to, which I don't, he has a girlfriend," he stated.

"Ah yes, women. Many a gay man has been left frustrated by the whims of women," the redhead announced.

"That's very profound, love."

"I sometimes am. Although I'm glad that girlfriend is around cause then I get your pretty little ass all to myself," Deckin remarked, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Only you can go from intelligent to crude in 2.5 seconds," Millardo commented with a shake of his head.

"Well sexy you're just too hot for your own good. I can't think when around you."

Millardo smiled sweetly as he slipped away from the other's grasp. He led him over to one of the chairs, waiting for Deckin to sit before dropping down on his lap.

"From the way you act you'd think we'd gone all the way," the blonde remarked.

"I know, but I'm content to just touch until you're ready," the young man stated truthfully.

"And that's why I love…" Millardo broke off in the middle of the sentence, gasping as slender fingers dug under his clothes.

"Not in the library, Deckin!" he hissed as the redhead found a particularly sensitive spot, "Anyone could walk in here."

"No one's going to see us. Be calm," the older one whispered.

"You don't know that. Please, love?" Millardo pleaded.

Deckin nodded reluctantly as he slipped his hands out. He then motioned for the young man on top of him to stand. The blonde did as he was told, kissing his boyfriend as he followed suit.

"Let's go somewhere a little more secluded," Millardo breathed.

The redhead grinned at the suggestion and tone of voice it was spoken in. "Alright! The idea sounds delightful," he exclaimed with a laugh as he tugged the blonde out of the room.

Both failed to notice the silent figure watching them in the darkness of the hallway. Blue eyes hardened as he clutched the glass in his hand tighter and tighter until it shattered into tiny pieces that littered the floor and embedded into his skin.
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TBC....