Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Rest In Peace ❯ Slave House Horrors ( Chapter 2 )
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By: sailorbluestar 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Angst / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.11.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 251 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Angst / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 01.11.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 251 | Status: Completed
Title: Rest In Peace
Author: Sailor Bluestar
Pairings: MikhaelxHarley, CyanidexSkids, HeeroxDuo,
Trowa+Quatre
Rating: NC17 in certain parts...so I'm sticking to
either R or NC17
Warnings: OOC, but then again, this is AU. There may
be cameos of other anime characters. BMB/GW
crossover. There are also hints of The Mummy so
there's gonna be death.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything except the plot.
Yep, I finally own something! *someone taps shoulder*
Huh? *whisper whisper* *pouts* I don't own the
title neither. Most characters are Sandra's Boy Meets
Boy and the rest belongs to their anime creators. The
title belongs to the song from Buffy the Vampire
Slayer's musical with Spike. WAH!
Rest In Peace
Chapter 2: Slave House Horrors
"You're scared
Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love
You know they couldn't deal" -Spike
"Da master is coming back!" a slave with an island
accent warns her fellow slaves.
"Thanks for the warning Sheequa!" a man with a long
braid says brightly as another tugs on his braid.
In the slaves' quarters, you learn to look out for
yourself and others. You become family. Or something
rather close like a lover or a best friend. Unless of
course, you become enemies. Either way, you no longer
are strangers.
"Maybe Trowa will have news from the outside." a blond
man suggests hopefully.
It isn't often any slaves leaves the quarters before
getting sold. Any that do, go with their master and
seller, Quatre. To make things worse for the slaves,
it's usually Trowa who gets to see the outside. From
time to time, the others will be sent to run errands,
but that's it. Nothing more.
"Judging by how things are out there, there must have
been some execution Harley." the man with the braid
replies.
"Cool! I wish I got to go." Harley dreams. "Don't
you Duo?"
"Hell yea man! I would so like to see the sun from
time to time." Duo adds wistfully.
The man holding onto Duo's braid frowns.
"Not that I mind staring at you all day Heero." Duo
says, batting his eyes at the man. "So when are you
going to release my braid?"
"Probably when you learn to keep your mouth shut."
Heero says in his nasal monotone voice.
"Aw! You wound me with your words!" Duo says,
pouting.
Heero softens his eyes, "Idiot."
Hugging Heero tightly, Duo breathes into Heero's ears,
"Love you too. I can't wait until the day I screw you
instead of the other way round."
Heero smirks, "In your dreams."
"When we are no longer slaves, I will get that tight
ass." Duo says.
"Fine. If we get free of this life." Heero promises.
"That's nice to know." Trowa says from the doorway.
"All you think about right now is sex even before
you're free. You know how our master doesn't like the
idea of slaves being with each other when there is a
chance that they may be separated. We are lucky to be
his slaves for the time being until he can find a
buyer that he believes is worthy of our talents. Most
sellers don't care what happens to their slaves after
they leave their selling block."
"Well, he'll have to let the buyers know that we are a
pair that cannot be separated." Duo replies.
"Remember, there are buyers out there that wish for
Heero to be their bodyguard, but not a skinny little
tag-along." Trowa reminds them.
"But sadly, there are buyers out there that will see
Heero as being a bodyguard and you, Duo, as their
concubine much like Zechs and all of Lord Kushrenada's
concubines are. They would want you to be their
pleasure slave. Even Lord Kushrenada's wife once was
a pleasure slave." Quatre says.
"Master." the slaves greets, standing up in respect to
one of the kindest sellers anyone will find.
"I don't think Heero will take kindly to the fact that
his beloved is his master's pleasure slave." Quatre
reasons, waving the slaves to relax.
"I don't." Heero snarls at the idea.
"So I think it would be best to forget your feelings
until I find a buyer who will not abuse you two and
let you keep being a couple. There are buyers out
there that would enjoy tormenting you for the sake of
entertainment by keeping you apart." Quatre informs
them all.
Duo shudders, burrowing into Heero's embrace. Heero
calms him by petting his hair.
"So, what news do you bring from the outside?" a brown
haired man asks.
"Skids is doing well, if a bit absent-minded,
Mikhael." Trowa informs them.
"Yay Skids!" Harley whoops.
"As you can see, if you be patient and let me find the
appropriate buyers, you'll all live happy lives."
Quatre says.
"Ain't there a way to buy ourselves?" Sheequa asks.
"Wufei's still looking, but I believe there is.
Unfortunately, the price may be high." Quatre says,
doubtful.
Aurora sighs, "But slaves don't get paid unless their
masters will it. We'll never be free because we do
not have a true master."
Quatre sighs, "If I could buy you all, I would and
then set you free, but until then, you must be
patient."
'It is difficult to be patient when all you want is to
hold that delicious body of one Harlequinn close to
you and whisper phrases of love to them.' Mikhael
thinks wistfully.
"What are you thinking about Mikhael?" Harley asks.
'Speak of the devil.' Mikhael thought. "Just dreaming
of how to lead a free life."
"Dat would be da bomb!" Sheequa agrees.
"Couldn't you buy Trowa at least?" Duo asks.
A sharp tug reminds Duo of that fragile subject.
"I wish for Trowa to have the happiest life possible.
I must search for potential buyers that would suit
him." Quatre replies.
"So when are you going to get around to telling us
what happened today?" Heero asks.
Trowa looks to Quatre for permission. Quatre shrugs
and leaves to tend to business. Quatre doesn't just
sell slaves. When he isn't searching for the perfect
buyer for his slaves, he would either look for more
slaves to keep under his wing or make sure his
restaurant runs smoothly. Trowa turns to his fellow
slaves.
"Someone got sentenced today by Lord Kushrenada."
Trowa informs them.
"Crime?" Heero asks.
"Fooling around with one of Lord Kushrenada's
concubines." Trowa replies.
"Which one? I hope it's not Zechs. They'd be a
fool!" Harley proclaims.
"It was Selena." Trowa answers. "The criminal's name
is Cyanide Torres. He was given the option of death
or paying 500 gold pieces or-"
"Wow, that's a lot of money!" Duo whistles,
interrupting Trowa.
"As I was saying, Cyanide also had the option of going
to a tomb out in the desert and getting something
worth 500 gold pieces. Cyanide took the tomb
robbing." Trowa concludes.
"Robbing the dead? Ouch!" Duo grimaces.
"I know, I don't like it either, but it was better
than death at the time I suppose." Trowa says,
relating. "Lord Kushrenada gave Cyanide 5 gold pieces
to prepare himself for the journey."
"At least he gets to prepare. I'm surprised that Lord
Kushrenada doesn't just send him out without anything.
Leaving him to the desert." Aurora comments.
"Lord Kushrenada must have been feeling generous."
Sheequa adds.
"He was. But our master is worried." Trowa informs.
"Oh?" comes the response.
"He keeps talking about the Tomb of the Damned." Trowa
says. "He was saying that his father died trying to
learn more of it. I don't think Cyanide Torres will
live through this one."
A sober mood passes through. That is, until Harley
grabs hold of Trowa.
"So, now that the outside news is over, tell me about
how Skids is doing with Wufei." Harley pleads.
"How about I tell all of you." Trowa answers, seeing
the interest within everyone.
Everyone nods their heads, paying attention.
Trowa sighs, "You already know that Skids chose a last
name, DiAngelo, and that he's employed by Wufei,
getting a few gold pieces. Skids looks well, not
starving or anything of the like. I can see that
Wufei doesn't starve him. His spirit hasn't been
beaten out of him, so Wufei doesn't beat him, even if
he is a little easily distracted."
"That's Skids all over man." Harley reassures,
grinning wildly.
"Yes, well, Wufei isn't one to like easily distracted
people. He likes people who are focused on their work
and nothing else." Trowa admits.
"That's Heero all over." Duo quips.
Trowa shakes his head, "No, Wufei wouldn't have bought
Heero. He needed someone to help him manage a
library. I doubt Heero could do that."
"I could, with training." Heero admits.
"Wufei isn't a patient man at times. He doesn't want
to go through the hassle of training you. Skids
always had some weird fascination with books and
learning. He may be easily distracted, but he would
have been a terrific scholar with his willingness to
learn. Wufei prefers to think that his distractions
are what keeps his willingness to learn in balance.
Wufei likes thinking like that." Trowa says.
"Well, I'm glad Skids is okay." Harley says, leaning
against Mikhael.
Mikhael looks adoringly at Harley, unnoticed, save for
a pair of knowing eyes that belonged to one braided
slave. Nudging Heero, Duo gestures towards Mikhael
and Harley. Smirking at each other, they plot to get
them even closer.
"I wonder if this Cyanide fellow will come here for
slaves to help him out." Aurora ponders.
"I don't think we'll get sold to him." Trowa says
doubtfully. 'From what I heard about the Tomb of the
Damned, I don't want to be there.'
End Chapter 2
Note: In my world, when a seller isn't selling slaves,
they are the slaves' master. So Quatre is a seller
and master to them, not to mention a restaurant owner.
Author: Sailor Bluestar
Pairings: MikhaelxHarley, CyanidexSkids, HeeroxDuo,
Trowa+Quatre
Rating: NC17 in certain parts...so I'm sticking to
either R or NC17
Warnings: OOC, but then again, this is AU. There may
be cameos of other anime characters. BMB/GW
crossover. There are also hints of The Mummy so
there's gonna be death.
Disclaimers: I don't own anything except the plot.
Yep, I finally own something! *someone taps shoulder*
Huh? *whisper whisper* *pouts* I don't own the
title neither. Most characters are Sandra's Boy Meets
Boy and the rest belongs to their anime creators. The
title belongs to the song from Buffy the Vampire
Slayer's musical with Spike. WAH!
Rest In Peace
Chapter 2: Slave House Horrors
"You're scared
Ashamed of what you feel
And you can't tell the ones you love
You know they couldn't deal" -Spike
"Da master is coming back!" a slave with an island
accent warns her fellow slaves.
"Thanks for the warning Sheequa!" a man with a long
braid says brightly as another tugs on his braid.
In the slaves' quarters, you learn to look out for
yourself and others. You become family. Or something
rather close like a lover or a best friend. Unless of
course, you become enemies. Either way, you no longer
are strangers.
"Maybe Trowa will have news from the outside." a blond
man suggests hopefully.
It isn't often any slaves leaves the quarters before
getting sold. Any that do, go with their master and
seller, Quatre. To make things worse for the slaves,
it's usually Trowa who gets to see the outside. From
time to time, the others will be sent to run errands,
but that's it. Nothing more.
"Judging by how things are out there, there must have
been some execution Harley." the man with the braid
replies.
"Cool! I wish I got to go." Harley dreams. "Don't
you Duo?"
"Hell yea man! I would so like to see the sun from
time to time." Duo adds wistfully.
The man holding onto Duo's braid frowns.
"Not that I mind staring at you all day Heero." Duo
says, batting his eyes at the man. "So when are you
going to release my braid?"
"Probably when you learn to keep your mouth shut."
Heero says in his nasal monotone voice.
"Aw! You wound me with your words!" Duo says,
pouting.
Heero softens his eyes, "Idiot."
Hugging Heero tightly, Duo breathes into Heero's ears,
"Love you too. I can't wait until the day I screw you
instead of the other way round."
Heero smirks, "In your dreams."
"When we are no longer slaves, I will get that tight
ass." Duo says.
"Fine. If we get free of this life." Heero promises.
"That's nice to know." Trowa says from the doorway.
"All you think about right now is sex even before
you're free. You know how our master doesn't like the
idea of slaves being with each other when there is a
chance that they may be separated. We are lucky to be
his slaves for the time being until he can find a
buyer that he believes is worthy of our talents. Most
sellers don't care what happens to their slaves after
they leave their selling block."
"Well, he'll have to let the buyers know that we are a
pair that cannot be separated." Duo replies.
"Remember, there are buyers out there that wish for
Heero to be their bodyguard, but not a skinny little
tag-along." Trowa reminds them.
"But sadly, there are buyers out there that will see
Heero as being a bodyguard and you, Duo, as their
concubine much like Zechs and all of Lord Kushrenada's
concubines are. They would want you to be their
pleasure slave. Even Lord Kushrenada's wife once was
a pleasure slave." Quatre says.
"Master." the slaves greets, standing up in respect to
one of the kindest sellers anyone will find.
"I don't think Heero will take kindly to the fact that
his beloved is his master's pleasure slave." Quatre
reasons, waving the slaves to relax.
"I don't." Heero snarls at the idea.
"So I think it would be best to forget your feelings
until I find a buyer who will not abuse you two and
let you keep being a couple. There are buyers out
there that would enjoy tormenting you for the sake of
entertainment by keeping you apart." Quatre informs
them all.
Duo shudders, burrowing into Heero's embrace. Heero
calms him by petting his hair.
"So, what news do you bring from the outside?" a brown
haired man asks.
"Skids is doing well, if a bit absent-minded,
Mikhael." Trowa informs them.
"Yay Skids!" Harley whoops.
"As you can see, if you be patient and let me find the
appropriate buyers, you'll all live happy lives."
Quatre says.
"Ain't there a way to buy ourselves?" Sheequa asks.
"Wufei's still looking, but I believe there is.
Unfortunately, the price may be high." Quatre says,
doubtful.
Aurora sighs, "But slaves don't get paid unless their
masters will it. We'll never be free because we do
not have a true master."
Quatre sighs, "If I could buy you all, I would and
then set you free, but until then, you must be
patient."
'It is difficult to be patient when all you want is to
hold that delicious body of one Harlequinn close to
you and whisper phrases of love to them.' Mikhael
thinks wistfully.
"What are you thinking about Mikhael?" Harley asks.
'Speak of the devil.' Mikhael thought. "Just dreaming
of how to lead a free life."
"Dat would be da bomb!" Sheequa agrees.
"Couldn't you buy Trowa at least?" Duo asks.
A sharp tug reminds Duo of that fragile subject.
"I wish for Trowa to have the happiest life possible.
I must search for potential buyers that would suit
him." Quatre replies.
"So when are you going to get around to telling us
what happened today?" Heero asks.
Trowa looks to Quatre for permission. Quatre shrugs
and leaves to tend to business. Quatre doesn't just
sell slaves. When he isn't searching for the perfect
buyer for his slaves, he would either look for more
slaves to keep under his wing or make sure his
restaurant runs smoothly. Trowa turns to his fellow
slaves.
"Someone got sentenced today by Lord Kushrenada."
Trowa informs them.
"Crime?" Heero asks.
"Fooling around with one of Lord Kushrenada's
concubines." Trowa replies.
"Which one? I hope it's not Zechs. They'd be a
fool!" Harley proclaims.
"It was Selena." Trowa answers. "The criminal's name
is Cyanide Torres. He was given the option of death
or paying 500 gold pieces or-"
"Wow, that's a lot of money!" Duo whistles,
interrupting Trowa.
"As I was saying, Cyanide also had the option of going
to a tomb out in the desert and getting something
worth 500 gold pieces. Cyanide took the tomb
robbing." Trowa concludes.
"Robbing the dead? Ouch!" Duo grimaces.
"I know, I don't like it either, but it was better
than death at the time I suppose." Trowa says,
relating. "Lord Kushrenada gave Cyanide 5 gold pieces
to prepare himself for the journey."
"At least he gets to prepare. I'm surprised that Lord
Kushrenada doesn't just send him out without anything.
Leaving him to the desert." Aurora comments.
"Lord Kushrenada must have been feeling generous."
Sheequa adds.
"He was. But our master is worried." Trowa informs.
"Oh?" comes the response.
"He keeps talking about the Tomb of the Damned." Trowa
says. "He was saying that his father died trying to
learn more of it. I don't think Cyanide Torres will
live through this one."
A sober mood passes through. That is, until Harley
grabs hold of Trowa.
"So, now that the outside news is over, tell me about
how Skids is doing with Wufei." Harley pleads.
"How about I tell all of you." Trowa answers, seeing
the interest within everyone.
Everyone nods their heads, paying attention.
Trowa sighs, "You already know that Skids chose a last
name, DiAngelo, and that he's employed by Wufei,
getting a few gold pieces. Skids looks well, not
starving or anything of the like. I can see that
Wufei doesn't starve him. His spirit hasn't been
beaten out of him, so Wufei doesn't beat him, even if
he is a little easily distracted."
"That's Skids all over man." Harley reassures,
grinning wildly.
"Yes, well, Wufei isn't one to like easily distracted
people. He likes people who are focused on their work
and nothing else." Trowa admits.
"That's Heero all over." Duo quips.
Trowa shakes his head, "No, Wufei wouldn't have bought
Heero. He needed someone to help him manage a
library. I doubt Heero could do that."
"I could, with training." Heero admits.
"Wufei isn't a patient man at times. He doesn't want
to go through the hassle of training you. Skids
always had some weird fascination with books and
learning. He may be easily distracted, but he would
have been a terrific scholar with his willingness to
learn. Wufei prefers to think that his distractions
are what keeps his willingness to learn in balance.
Wufei likes thinking like that." Trowa says.
"Well, I'm glad Skids is okay." Harley says, leaning
against Mikhael.
Mikhael looks adoringly at Harley, unnoticed, save for
a pair of knowing eyes that belonged to one braided
slave. Nudging Heero, Duo gestures towards Mikhael
and Harley. Smirking at each other, they plot to get
them even closer.
"I wonder if this Cyanide fellow will come here for
slaves to help him out." Aurora ponders.
"I don't think we'll get sold to him." Trowa says
doubtfully. 'From what I heard about the Tomb of the
Damned, I don't want to be there.'
End Chapter 2
Note: In my world, when a seller isn't selling slaves,
they are the slaves' master. So Quatre is a seller
and master to them, not to mention a restaurant owner.