Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shinigami's Own ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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Title: Shinigami's Own
Author: shad0w118
Pairing: 2x1,
Rating: M
Category: AU, Magic, fantasy
Warnings: rape, non-consented sex, blood, gore, torture, angst; mpreg, Cult and ritual warnings

Disclaimer: I don't own them and the standard stuff. This is a yaoi fic contains R rated stuff and m/m relationships. Dun like then dun read.

Chapter 2

One would assume that the hooded figure on the throne was a doll. Not the slightest movement could be detected it was so quiet that it was eerie. The hooded figure was covered from head to toe only leaving the hands visible on the hand rest of the black marble throne. The face was covered with the overly large hood of the robe leaving a black void. The fingernails were painted black and claw like.

“My son, where are you now?”

“Papa?”

“Yes, my child. Where are you now? Are you safe?”

“Yes, papa. I'm next to mama now. Grandpa tried to stab me just now.”

“WHAT? How dare that old man.”

“Don't worry papa, he didn't hurt me. Mama tried to protect me but he is not well. Come for us, papa. ”

“Wait for me my son, we will be reunited soon.”

Then hooded figure became blurry and then disappear from the throne. Thousands of miles away the hooded figure reappeared in front of a small cottage. Striding forward, he wave his out stretch arm and the door of the cottage sweep open on its own. With another wave of the arm a blue light sweep over the cottage. Soundlessly the figure entered the cottage and head straight to the back room. In the room there was a small light provided by a dieing candle. On the bed slept a pale figure of a young boy with a small newborn baby cuddling next to him. By the bedside sat a man who hunched over the bed in an uncomfortable manner sound asleep. He would not wake. The spell that was cast made sure of it.

Stepping up to the bed, the hooded figure took in the sight of his sleeping family. His mate was pale with blood lost and breathing in shallowly. While the newborn baby clutch to the nightshirt his parent wore with his tiny fingers. Raising his hand, the hooded figure cares the cheek of the sleeping baby whose eyes suddenly snap open. Violet orbs stare at the figure, then giggle and coo. Releasing the nightshirt it was clutching, the baby raises its two tiny arm towards the figure. Picking up the baby carefully the hooded figure coo and play with the baby.

“My son”

“Papa you came.”

“Of course.”

“ I want to go home.”

“We will, but not until your mama is better. Your birth was not easy on mama. He must recuperate before we are ready for travel. We will stay here until he does.”

“You are leaving us here?” the baby's eyes were beginning to brim with tears.

“Of course not. I will be nearby always. I will take form of a mortal and will near you and your mama. Sleep now my son, I have preparations to make.”

Placing the baby back on the bed next to his mate, the hooded figure lean down to place a kiss on the forehead of the pale slumbering boy. Casting a glare at the old man sleeping by the bedside the hooded figure then turn around and left the room.

~@~

“G, call off the search. I've found my son and mate no thanks to you.”

“My Lord that's wonderful news. Forgives me for my incompetence but that father is a careful man. He hid themselves well and keeps to themselves. Are your servants to retrieve your son for you or did my liege return with you my lord.”

“G. HOW MANY TIMES MUST YOU BE REMINDED THAT MY MATE IS JUST AS IMPORTANT TO ME AS MY SON. DO NOT LOOK DOWN AT HIM OR YOU BETTER HOPE YOUR HEAD WILL STAY ON THAT SHOULDER OF YOURS. MY MATE IS FAR MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU''LL EVER KNOW” the hooded figure roar and a dark glow surrounded him.

“Forgive me my lord. I thought he was just a mere offering. A host for bring your son to this plane of existence. I will remember to treat him with respect.” G cowers before his master.

“Leave now before I decide to strike you down where you stand. Tell the acolytes to keep away from the area for the moment, I will personally attend to this”

With that G, quickly scurry away. The hooded figure then sat back on this throne

~@~

WARNING: non-consented sex, ritual, cult worship,

~Flashback~

“Oh Great Shinigami, your loyal servants present you with this gift to show our devotion and love for you. As prophesized this child, born of the blood moon will host and become the gateway for your heir to this plane.” G was kneeling in front of an altar where the opposite side sat a hooded figure on a black marble throne.

`CRACK' the gigantic door to the hall crack open. A group of four acolytes were hoisting up a figure above their heads spread eagle. The figure was struggling trying to break free. He was dressed in a gold trimmed red robe and gagged. The carriers gracefully carried the offering to the front of the hall then settle the boy on the altar.

Once set on the altar, the boy's struggling immediately cease. There was a spell holding him in place.

The hooded figure rose from the throne and strode to the altar. He circled the altar examining the offering with interest. The boy had dark messy hair, which was covered by the red hood. Prussian blue eyes which held fear looking around wildly through the limited vision. The body was lithe and slight structure was well built that it was appealing. A recommendable offering worthy of a god.

“Acceptable” the black hooded figure then wave his hand to dismiss his worshipers.

A silent murmur broke out through the mass of people who were knelling before the altar as they retreated from the hall.

“We hope you will enjoy the gift my lord” G spoke out just before he step out and close the door before him.

Violet eyes hungry with lust took in the sight before it. The hands touch and wander all over the immobile boy. Slowly picking apart the red robe the boy was wearing revealing smooth and unmarred fair skin. The immobile boy's eyes dilate with fear as the wandering hands boldly grasp this privates and starts to fondle it to attention. A slight whimper escape from the boy's lips as his adolescent body reacted to the wandering hands of the hooded figure.

“Do not fear me boy. I will not harm you, on the contrary you will receive pleasure so heavenly you will feel as if death has claimed you. In a way I am death but I will just give you a little death.” the voice was surprisingly young.

~End of Flashback~

~@~

Morning sunlight peeked in to the room, Odin was awaken by the chirping of birds and the light shining in through the window. Groggy at first, Odin was suddenly wide awake as he remember what happen the night before, quickly checking on his son, he let out a breath of relieved when he found Heero asleep peacefully and looked better than the night before. The hell-spawn was still there though to his annoyance. He will have to get rid of it some how without his son knowing.

TBC…

A/N: This is Un-beta so please forgive me for any grammar or spelling errors. (points to button down below) Please review and tell me what you think.

I'm leaving it up to the readers on whether to do the lemon or just vaguely go through that part in the flashback. I not that particularly good at lemons but I will try if that is what readers want, so leave your comments. Ja ne