Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Rest In Peace ❯ Selling of Slaves ( Chapter 9 )
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By: sailorbluestar 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Angst / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.06.2002 | Updated On: 02.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 183 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Angst / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 02.06.2002 | Updated On: 02.06.2002 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 183 | 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 8: Selling of Slaves
"I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed" -Spike
Tybalt smirks gleefully, counting the money gained
from selling the jars. The book lies beside him. He
had overheard people say that now three people who
bought those jars died a hideous death. The last jar
is next to impossible to sell due to the reputation
the rumors have given him. Tybalt shrugs. He'll find
a buyer. He always do. He also knows where those two
lovely slaves are being kept. He will buy one or both
of them, or else. Tybalt rushes over to Quatre
Raberba Winner's restaurant and requests a meeting
with Quatre himself.
"Yes, you wished to see me?" Quatre asks, looking up
from his paperwork.
"Mr. Winner, there are two slaves in your possession
that I wish to take off your hands." Tybalt says.
"Really? And who might they be? I have many slaves
that I seek buyers for." Quatre replies.
"I believe they go by the names Mikhael and
Harlequinn." Tybalt answers.
"As a potential buyer, you must fill in the
application forms." Quatre states, giving Tybalt such
forms. "Then those applications will be looked over
and every detail checked out. I want to make sure the
buyers leave with the perfect slave for them."
"Ah! You handle your affairs with such fairness and
quality." Tybalt praises, taking the application
forms.
"There are chairs and tables outside my office for you
to fill out the application forms. I AM a busy man
you know." Quatre says, shooing Tybalt out.
"Very understandable." Tybalt says, leaving the
office.
The door closes behind him. Sitting down, Tybalt goes
over the application, making sure that everything is
filled in correctly. He suspects that when Quatre
means checking every detail out, he means to figure
out whether or not he's lying in the application
forms. He wants those slaves and is very willing to
put up with a lot of paperwork crap.
Finally finishing the application, Tybalt looks it
over to make sure there are no errors. Getting up, he
knocks on Quatre's door.
"Come in." comes the call.
Tybalt goes in to see a tall man with strange hair
searching a drink to Quatre.
"Trowa, leave us." Quatre commands.
Trowa bows and leaves, glaring at Tybalt. Tybalt
shrugs it off, handing Quatre the forms. Quatre
glances over the forms, making brief notes in a
language that Tybalt couldn't understand when he peeks
at the paper.
"Is there an application fee?" Tybalt asks.
"One gold piece." Quatre replies curtly.
Tybalt slides a gold piece towards Quatre. Quatre
picks it off his desk to expertly determine whether
it's a fake or not. Grabbing a folder, Quatre puts
the application and notes into it and places it on his
desk.
"Your application is in order Mr. O'Donnel. Quite
remarkable." Quatre comments.
"So do I get those two slaves?" Tybalt asks.
"For what purposes?" Quatre asks. "I do want to make
sure that this isn't a mistake for you."
"They would become my companions on my explorations."
Tybalt replies smoothly.
"I see." Quatre says, not convinced at Tybalt's good
intentions.
Tybalt places his last jar on the desk. "Perhaps this
will convince you."
Quatre arches an eyebrow at Tybalt. "What's this?"
"The remains of a powerful royal sorcerer. It will
give you good luck. I know you are a man of fine
things Mr. Winner. This is one of the finest." Tybalt
promises. "All I ask in return is those two slaves."
"Mr. O'Donnel, I do not accept bribery in exchange for
slaves. My dealings are fair and honest. I don't
know where you learned your dealings from, but now I
am not so sure if your home is the home fit for my
slaves. They are the best and brightest of their
stature. I'd hate to put their skills to such
misuse." Quatre says coldly. "I will contact you when
I have reviewed your application in detail. Good day
Mr. O'Donnel."
Tybalt stand up, taking with him the jar. "We shall
see where they go won't we. I trust you will judge
fairly?"
"You have my word. In fact, if it so occurs that they
cannot be bought by you because of your application, I
will give you a list of why you are unable to purchase
them." Quatre promises.
"I will hold you to that." Tybalt remarks, leaving.
At the closing of the doors to his office, Rashid
comes out from the shadows of the office. Quatre
opens the folder containing Tybalt's application.
"Your will?" Rashid asks.
"I will need your help to make sure these things are
in order and are truthful." Quatre says.
"Are you considering selling those two to him?" Rashid
asks.
"He has good intentions, as perverted as they may be,
it'll be a lot better for them to go with him than any
other. I can feel it. He doesn't want to harm them.
If anything, he wants to pamper them." Quatre informs
him.
"Give me what you want investigated and I will have it
done for you without biased opinions." Rashid says.
"Thank you." Quatre says, handing over a list of
things to be checked out.
Rashid leaves the office with the list. He returns a
few hours later with the results.
"Here it is Master Quatre." Rashid says, handing over
the list.
Quatre reads through it, "Remarkable. They're all
true."
"Yes Master Quatre. I double and triple checked it to
make sure there wasn't any mistakes." Rashid replies.
"Then bring me Mikhael and Harley. They would want
the final decision." Quatre commands.
"As you wish." Rashid says, leaving.
Quatre bows his head with worry, "I don't like how
there is that last jar and that book sitting in one
place. It's dangerous for them."
A knock signals company before they enter. Quatre
smiles at them as they enter.
"Mikhael, Harley, I'm glad you're here. I need your
opinion on something." Quatre says. "I need to know
how you feel about Tybalt O'Donnel."
"Isn't he the one who took us to the tomb?" Harley
asks.
"Yes he is." Quatre replies calmly.
Harley and Mikhael looks at each other nervously.
They didn't like how Tybalt oogles at both of them.
"If it's any consolation, Tybalt seems to have genuine
affections for the both of you." Quatre informs them.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt." Mikhael says.
"I believe you'll be well cared for under his
ownership." Quatre replies.
"Okay. So, we're gonna get sold to Tybalt?" Harley
asks.
Quatre nods, "Go get whatever belongings you have and
meet Trowa at the front. He'll take you there with
Rashid."
Harley and Mikhael exits to pack. Quatre can only
hope that they'll be happy.
End Chapter 8
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 8: Selling of Slaves
"I know I should go
But I follow you like a man possessed" -Spike
Tybalt smirks gleefully, counting the money gained
from selling the jars. The book lies beside him. He
had overheard people say that now three people who
bought those jars died a hideous death. The last jar
is next to impossible to sell due to the reputation
the rumors have given him. Tybalt shrugs. He'll find
a buyer. He always do. He also knows where those two
lovely slaves are being kept. He will buy one or both
of them, or else. Tybalt rushes over to Quatre
Raberba Winner's restaurant and requests a meeting
with Quatre himself.
"Yes, you wished to see me?" Quatre asks, looking up
from his paperwork.
"Mr. Winner, there are two slaves in your possession
that I wish to take off your hands." Tybalt says.
"Really? And who might they be? I have many slaves
that I seek buyers for." Quatre replies.
"I believe they go by the names Mikhael and
Harlequinn." Tybalt answers.
"As a potential buyer, you must fill in the
application forms." Quatre states, giving Tybalt such
forms. "Then those applications will be looked over
and every detail checked out. I want to make sure the
buyers leave with the perfect slave for them."
"Ah! You handle your affairs with such fairness and
quality." Tybalt praises, taking the application
forms.
"There are chairs and tables outside my office for you
to fill out the application forms. I AM a busy man
you know." Quatre says, shooing Tybalt out.
"Very understandable." Tybalt says, leaving the
office.
The door closes behind him. Sitting down, Tybalt goes
over the application, making sure that everything is
filled in correctly. He suspects that when Quatre
means checking every detail out, he means to figure
out whether or not he's lying in the application
forms. He wants those slaves and is very willing to
put up with a lot of paperwork crap.
Finally finishing the application, Tybalt looks it
over to make sure there are no errors. Getting up, he
knocks on Quatre's door.
"Come in." comes the call.
Tybalt goes in to see a tall man with strange hair
searching a drink to Quatre.
"Trowa, leave us." Quatre commands.
Trowa bows and leaves, glaring at Tybalt. Tybalt
shrugs it off, handing Quatre the forms. Quatre
glances over the forms, making brief notes in a
language that Tybalt couldn't understand when he peeks
at the paper.
"Is there an application fee?" Tybalt asks.
"One gold piece." Quatre replies curtly.
Tybalt slides a gold piece towards Quatre. Quatre
picks it off his desk to expertly determine whether
it's a fake or not. Grabbing a folder, Quatre puts
the application and notes into it and places it on his
desk.
"Your application is in order Mr. O'Donnel. Quite
remarkable." Quatre comments.
"So do I get those two slaves?" Tybalt asks.
"For what purposes?" Quatre asks. "I do want to make
sure that this isn't a mistake for you."
"They would become my companions on my explorations."
Tybalt replies smoothly.
"I see." Quatre says, not convinced at Tybalt's good
intentions.
Tybalt places his last jar on the desk. "Perhaps this
will convince you."
Quatre arches an eyebrow at Tybalt. "What's this?"
"The remains of a powerful royal sorcerer. It will
give you good luck. I know you are a man of fine
things Mr. Winner. This is one of the finest." Tybalt
promises. "All I ask in return is those two slaves."
"Mr. O'Donnel, I do not accept bribery in exchange for
slaves. My dealings are fair and honest. I don't
know where you learned your dealings from, but now I
am not so sure if your home is the home fit for my
slaves. They are the best and brightest of their
stature. I'd hate to put their skills to such
misuse." Quatre says coldly. "I will contact you when
I have reviewed your application in detail. Good day
Mr. O'Donnel."
Tybalt stand up, taking with him the jar. "We shall
see where they go won't we. I trust you will judge
fairly?"
"You have my word. In fact, if it so occurs that they
cannot be bought by you because of your application, I
will give you a list of why you are unable to purchase
them." Quatre promises.
"I will hold you to that." Tybalt remarks, leaving.
At the closing of the doors to his office, Rashid
comes out from the shadows of the office. Quatre
opens the folder containing Tybalt's application.
"Your will?" Rashid asks.
"I will need your help to make sure these things are
in order and are truthful." Quatre says.
"Are you considering selling those two to him?" Rashid
asks.
"He has good intentions, as perverted as they may be,
it'll be a lot better for them to go with him than any
other. I can feel it. He doesn't want to harm them.
If anything, he wants to pamper them." Quatre informs
him.
"Give me what you want investigated and I will have it
done for you without biased opinions." Rashid says.
"Thank you." Quatre says, handing over a list of
things to be checked out.
Rashid leaves the office with the list. He returns a
few hours later with the results.
"Here it is Master Quatre." Rashid says, handing over
the list.
Quatre reads through it, "Remarkable. They're all
true."
"Yes Master Quatre. I double and triple checked it to
make sure there wasn't any mistakes." Rashid replies.
"Then bring me Mikhael and Harley. They would want
the final decision." Quatre commands.
"As you wish." Rashid says, leaving.
Quatre bows his head with worry, "I don't like how
there is that last jar and that book sitting in one
place. It's dangerous for them."
A knock signals company before they enter. Quatre
smiles at them as they enter.
"Mikhael, Harley, I'm glad you're here. I need your
opinion on something." Quatre says. "I need to know
how you feel about Tybalt O'Donnel."
"Isn't he the one who took us to the tomb?" Harley
asks.
"Yes he is." Quatre replies calmly.
Harley and Mikhael looks at each other nervously.
They didn't like how Tybalt oogles at both of them.
"If it's any consolation, Tybalt seems to have genuine
affections for the both of you." Quatre informs them.
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt." Mikhael says.
"I believe you'll be well cared for under his
ownership." Quatre replies.
"Okay. So, we're gonna get sold to Tybalt?" Harley
asks.
Quatre nods, "Go get whatever belongings you have and
meet Trowa at the front. He'll take you there with
Rashid."
Harley and Mikhael exits to pack. Quatre can only
hope that they'll be happy.
End Chapter 8