Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Shitserun ❯ Prologue
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By: Symbolic Remembrance 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 622 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.10.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 622 | Status: Completed
Title: Shitsuren
Genre: not supposed to be that longness……, lemon, language, BDSM
Pairing: 1x2
Summary: Duo had been caught stealing from a powerful Lord’s shipping organization. He is then transported to said lord’s estate on an island that holds only the Lord’s servants, the Lord and himself. How is he to survive and still hold onto his rebellious nature when he starts to show feelings for the very man he despises?
Dedicated to: dkAdeena. She gave me the plot bunny and well…here it is. It was originally suppose to be a one shot but it grew out of control once it was in my possession. Who knows, maybe it’ll be a nice continuation.
[…] Heero
/”…”/ Duo
A/N: Not sure if anyone read my profile but this is the author formally known as Nita-sama. I'm back and decided to start anew as far as my account goes. I'm slowly but surely transferring my fics over to this account so if you have a fic you want to see continued, let me know. My yahoo account is blackbiblecorp@yahoo.com. You can write me or IM me, I don't bite. :-P
Prologue: Cat and Mouse
Icy cobalt eyes stared down at the lithe figure laying unconscious before them. The owner of those eyes was a strong featured young man originating from the Eastern Seas. His unruly chocolate brown hair fell into his face shadowing the intrigued look he gave the youth occupying his bed. //A gift from the Americas, huh// He thought absently as his eyes traced the features of the youth.
The youth was sinewy as expected from a street rat. Yes, the boy had been caught stealing from one of the many shipping companies he owned in the Americas. The youth had to be cunning to have been doing this as long as he had. //And fast// The grim looking young man thought as he traced his eyes lower over the unconscious teen’s creamy skin to look at his well toned legs. It would be a pity to treat him like any other thief by cutting off his feet and hands. //Yes, quite a pity// He thought as his eyes lingered on the area between the teen’s legs before going up the narrow chest back to the placid face.
The youth had fey-like features, a slightly upturned nose, pouting lips, and a heart-shaped face and fine chestnut colored hair pulled back into an extremely long braid. The braid was what had gotten him caught. If Wufei couldn’t have gotten a hold of it, the young thief would’ve gotten away.
“Lord Heero, Lady Relena is here to see you.” One of the servants reported from the door of the young lord’s room. He was blonde and angelic looking with wide aquamarine eyes and a frail build, a prince from the Deserts.
“Very well, Quatre.” Heero said nodding dutifully at the young Arabian. He stood from where he observed the slumbering thief and turned towards the door. The long forest green tunic he wore swirled around his torso as he moved. The slits on either sides of the long shirt enabled him to move freely without tripping. His black baggy pants rustled softly as he walked out of the room. “No one goes in or out of this room, understood?”
Quatre bowed humbly. “As you wish.”
With that said, Heero went down the halls.
*
Duo stirred sluggishly. He bought a hand up to the side of his face and winced when he found the flesh there tender and possibly bruised. He sat up slowly looking around the room with confused violet eyes. Where was he? //Oh, yeah…// He grimaced as he remembered the pain that had shot through the back of his head when the raven haired guard had grabbed his braid. “I should cut it off.” He said absently as he bought the rope of hair over his shoulder. Despite what he’d said, he patted it affectionately.
Gingerly, he worked his way to the side of the bed. The silky sheets of the bed rustled softly as he moved. He paused at the side of the ridiculously large bed and looked around. There wasn’t anything there to give away where he was other than he was indeed in the room of some rich aristocrat.
“Prolly gonna keep me as a fuck toy.” The wide eyed American mumbled to himself as he took in his lack of clothing. He pushed off the bed and stumbled as the room spun. He stood through the dizziness before moving determinedly across the room.
He found what looked like a closet and opened it. He reached for the first thing he could reach, a pair of black baggy pants with a ‘v’ cut waist. He slipped them on. They were slightly too big and hung low on his hips. They’d have to do. He reached into the closet again and pulled out a black tunic with long sleeves. He ripped the sleeves off quickly and pulled the tunic around his naked torso.
//Time to go.// He said to himself. He looked around quickly finding no windows, only a single door. He went to it slowly and pulled it open. He peeked out of it cautiously and ducked back in when he saw his ‘guard.’ //Kid can’t be that big of a threat// He thought. He flexed his left hand twice before making two quick signs with his hands. Moments later, his image faded and another of him still naked and sleeping appeared.
The door opened and shut again.
Quatre looked up sharply at the sound of the door closing. He moved cautiously to the door and peeked in. He relaxed when he saw that the thief was still inside asleep. He turned and gasped as he saw violet eyes staring back at him but nothing else to go along with those eyes. His surprise was short lived as the true thief gave him a sharp blow to the base of his neck.
Duo caught the slumped form of the servant. He looked down either end of the hall before propping the boy against the wall. “See ya kid. So’ry ‘bout roughin’ ya up.” He apologized and took off down the hall. He skidded around two corners before almost running into a group of guards. He ducked back and attempted to quell his pounding heartbeat. //Okay, Shin, think, think…AH!// He snapped his fingers as genius struck. He laced his fingers and pushed them forward until they popped. Letting out a slow breath, he made four quick signs then a half circle around himself.
His figure glowed pale blue.
Just then the guards came around the corner.
Duo looked back at them. They nodded at him before passing. The young thief sighed heavily and wiped his brow. At the same time he brushed a strand of short blonde hair out of his face. “I’m gettin’ too old for this.” He grumbled and continued on his way.
He dropped the guise as he rounded another corner only to crash into someone’s chest. Strong hands gripped his arms to keep him from falling.
“You do know that Quatre has blue eyes and not violet.” The amused husky voice said. Duo looked up into cobalt eyes and gasped. The guy was so friggin sexy!! The owner of the eyes chuckled. “I guess that’s a compliment where you’re from.”
The young thief’s eyes widened. “Get out of my head.” He growled trying in vain to get out of the stranger’s grasp.
“Now why would I do that to the thief that has cost me thousands of dollars?”
Duo froze at that and stared at the man with wide eyes. “I…well…”
“You are the one that was stealing my goods, aren’t you?”
“Yes…”
Heero frowned. “What, no interrogation needed?”
“I run, I hide, but I never lie.”
“That doesn’t seem like a wise philosophy to have if you’re going to be a thief.”
Duo shrugged and averted his eyes. “It’s either that or starve.” He grumbled. Sure there were other ways to make a living but none of which he’d choose. The grip on his arms loosened just a little. Out of instinct, he lashed out kicking the man in the stomach.
Heero grunted in surprised. He unconsciously let go completely and gripped his stomach. Duo took his chance and took off pass the wheezing man. [You’re not getting away] The statement filtered through his consciousness. The youth gritted his teeth and forced himself to go faster.
He turned several corners before he found himself in a small storage room. He weaved in between crate after crate finding each occupied with goods that were supposed to be shipped to the Americas. “Perfect,” He mumbled. He found an empty crate and climbed in.
Just then rapid footsteps echoed through the dimly lit room. “Find him!” Some unknown voice ordered. Duo scrunched lower into the crate and closed his eyes tightly.
Throughout the room, the soldiers prowled between the crates carefully scanning.
Among them was Heero. He walked casually through the walkways. [Where are you, thief?] He called telepathically.
Duo shuddered as the man’s voice caressed the inside of his skull. /”Yeah, like I’m going to tell you’”/ He drawled.
Heero mentally scoffed. [Why are you running anyways. I wasn’t going to hurt you, just make you pay off your debt.]
/”I ain’t got a debt to you and the key word is ‘wasn’t’. That’s past tense.”/
[Only a slight punishment for the blow to the stomach] Heero said rubbing absently at the tender flesh of his stomach.
/”And how would you suppose I’d pay back my debt? I ain’t got any money”/
[Your English is atrocious by the way. I would have you pay it back the best you can…]
/”I ain’t bein’ your fuck buddy.”/
[I suppose not. I’ll make you something higher than that but I will tell the truth, I will want to taste that wonderful body of yours.] Heero paused eying the only crate without a top. He stopped one of the guards going by. “Send that crate to my estate in the Americas, the one on the islands.”
The guard eyed the crate with one visible emerald eye before nodding silently. He looked down at his boss from his six foot stature. “Anything else?” He asked in a pleasant monotone. When Heero only shook his head, he bowed causing his uni-bang to shift slightly splaying cinnamon brown strands of hair to tickle his nose. He brushed them away.
“Oh, Trowa, see to Quatre please. Tell him everything is okay.”
Trowa nodded again and left.
Heero turned to leave as well. He had to schedule a way back to the Americas. [You will beg me to own you, thief] He sent before he left the room. He cut the connect he’d made with the braided teen before said teen’s obscenities could reach his ears.
Duo slumped in relief as the footsteps stopped. He was about to get out when a lid was placed over the roof of the crate. He gasped and pushed at it. The crate shook with the sound of a hammer slamming on it. After a while it stopped. The youth pushed at the lid again only to find that it wouldn't budge. He slumped again numb with shock. He was stuck inside. For how long?
He didn’t have time to panic as the crate was lifted and began to move. He grunted as whoever it was that was carrying the box tilted it from side to side.
“A emergency delivery to the Americas.” Duo heard someone say. His heart fluttered in anticipation. “Take it to the L1 islands.” His heart faltered but didn’t necessarily slump. Anything would be nicer than here. So what if he wasn’t going back to L2? What was there waiting for him other than starvation and the plague? He’d lost everyone that he loved in that sector. There was no point in going back.
He sat back and reigned in his fate. He’d find a way out of this eventually. For now, he was just tired. He closed his eyes slowly letting sleep take him.
*
Heero relaxed as he felt the thief’s brainwaves settle into slumber. How easy it would be just to manipulate the braided American’s mind and make him devoted to him totally and utterly.
For some reason, the thought didn’t appeal to him. He could easily make the thief a servant. But what would be the point in letting him think he’d escaped? Yes, a game of cat and mouse would be far more enjoyable than a simple manipulation.
TBC……
A/N: So, what did you think? Let me know!!
Genre: not supposed to be that longness……, lemon, language, BDSM
Pairing: 1x2
Summary: Duo had been caught stealing from a powerful Lord’s shipping organization. He is then transported to said lord’s estate on an island that holds only the Lord’s servants, the Lord and himself. How is he to survive and still hold onto his rebellious nature when he starts to show feelings for the very man he despises?
Dedicated to: dkAdeena. She gave me the plot bunny and well…here it is. It was originally suppose to be a one shot but it grew out of control once it was in my possession. Who knows, maybe it’ll be a nice continuation.
[…] Heero
/”…”/ Duo
A/N: Not sure if anyone read my profile but this is the author formally known as Nita-sama. I'm back and decided to start anew as far as my account goes. I'm slowly but surely transferring my fics over to this account so if you have a fic you want to see continued, let me know. My yahoo account is blackbiblecorp@yahoo.com. You can write me or IM me, I don't bite. :-P
Prologue: Cat and Mouse
Icy cobalt eyes stared down at the lithe figure laying unconscious before them. The owner of those eyes was a strong featured young man originating from the Eastern Seas. His unruly chocolate brown hair fell into his face shadowing the intrigued look he gave the youth occupying his bed. //A gift from the Americas, huh// He thought absently as his eyes traced the features of the youth.
The youth was sinewy as expected from a street rat. Yes, the boy had been caught stealing from one of the many shipping companies he owned in the Americas. The youth had to be cunning to have been doing this as long as he had. //And fast// The grim looking young man thought as he traced his eyes lower over the unconscious teen’s creamy skin to look at his well toned legs. It would be a pity to treat him like any other thief by cutting off his feet and hands. //Yes, quite a pity// He thought as his eyes lingered on the area between the teen’s legs before going up the narrow chest back to the placid face.
The youth had fey-like features, a slightly upturned nose, pouting lips, and a heart-shaped face and fine chestnut colored hair pulled back into an extremely long braid. The braid was what had gotten him caught. If Wufei couldn’t have gotten a hold of it, the young thief would’ve gotten away.
“Lord Heero, Lady Relena is here to see you.” One of the servants reported from the door of the young lord’s room. He was blonde and angelic looking with wide aquamarine eyes and a frail build, a prince from the Deserts.
“Very well, Quatre.” Heero said nodding dutifully at the young Arabian. He stood from where he observed the slumbering thief and turned towards the door. The long forest green tunic he wore swirled around his torso as he moved. The slits on either sides of the long shirt enabled him to move freely without tripping. His black baggy pants rustled softly as he walked out of the room. “No one goes in or out of this room, understood?”
Quatre bowed humbly. “As you wish.”
With that said, Heero went down the halls.
*
Duo stirred sluggishly. He bought a hand up to the side of his face and winced when he found the flesh there tender and possibly bruised. He sat up slowly looking around the room with confused violet eyes. Where was he? //Oh, yeah…// He grimaced as he remembered the pain that had shot through the back of his head when the raven haired guard had grabbed his braid. “I should cut it off.” He said absently as he bought the rope of hair over his shoulder. Despite what he’d said, he patted it affectionately.
Gingerly, he worked his way to the side of the bed. The silky sheets of the bed rustled softly as he moved. He paused at the side of the ridiculously large bed and looked around. There wasn’t anything there to give away where he was other than he was indeed in the room of some rich aristocrat.
“Prolly gonna keep me as a fuck toy.” The wide eyed American mumbled to himself as he took in his lack of clothing. He pushed off the bed and stumbled as the room spun. He stood through the dizziness before moving determinedly across the room.
He found what looked like a closet and opened it. He reached for the first thing he could reach, a pair of black baggy pants with a ‘v’ cut waist. He slipped them on. They were slightly too big and hung low on his hips. They’d have to do. He reached into the closet again and pulled out a black tunic with long sleeves. He ripped the sleeves off quickly and pulled the tunic around his naked torso.
//Time to go.// He said to himself. He looked around quickly finding no windows, only a single door. He went to it slowly and pulled it open. He peeked out of it cautiously and ducked back in when he saw his ‘guard.’ //Kid can’t be that big of a threat// He thought. He flexed his left hand twice before making two quick signs with his hands. Moments later, his image faded and another of him still naked and sleeping appeared.
The door opened and shut again.
Quatre looked up sharply at the sound of the door closing. He moved cautiously to the door and peeked in. He relaxed when he saw that the thief was still inside asleep. He turned and gasped as he saw violet eyes staring back at him but nothing else to go along with those eyes. His surprise was short lived as the true thief gave him a sharp blow to the base of his neck.
Duo caught the slumped form of the servant. He looked down either end of the hall before propping the boy against the wall. “See ya kid. So’ry ‘bout roughin’ ya up.” He apologized and took off down the hall. He skidded around two corners before almost running into a group of guards. He ducked back and attempted to quell his pounding heartbeat. //Okay, Shin, think, think…AH!// He snapped his fingers as genius struck. He laced his fingers and pushed them forward until they popped. Letting out a slow breath, he made four quick signs then a half circle around himself.
His figure glowed pale blue.
Just then the guards came around the corner.
Duo looked back at them. They nodded at him before passing. The young thief sighed heavily and wiped his brow. At the same time he brushed a strand of short blonde hair out of his face. “I’m gettin’ too old for this.” He grumbled and continued on his way.
He dropped the guise as he rounded another corner only to crash into someone’s chest. Strong hands gripped his arms to keep him from falling.
“You do know that Quatre has blue eyes and not violet.” The amused husky voice said. Duo looked up into cobalt eyes and gasped. The guy was so friggin sexy!! The owner of the eyes chuckled. “I guess that’s a compliment where you’re from.”
The young thief’s eyes widened. “Get out of my head.” He growled trying in vain to get out of the stranger’s grasp.
“Now why would I do that to the thief that has cost me thousands of dollars?”
Duo froze at that and stared at the man with wide eyes. “I…well…”
“You are the one that was stealing my goods, aren’t you?”
“Yes…”
Heero frowned. “What, no interrogation needed?”
“I run, I hide, but I never lie.”
“That doesn’t seem like a wise philosophy to have if you’re going to be a thief.”
Duo shrugged and averted his eyes. “It’s either that or starve.” He grumbled. Sure there were other ways to make a living but none of which he’d choose. The grip on his arms loosened just a little. Out of instinct, he lashed out kicking the man in the stomach.
Heero grunted in surprised. He unconsciously let go completely and gripped his stomach. Duo took his chance and took off pass the wheezing man. [You’re not getting away] The statement filtered through his consciousness. The youth gritted his teeth and forced himself to go faster.
He turned several corners before he found himself in a small storage room. He weaved in between crate after crate finding each occupied with goods that were supposed to be shipped to the Americas. “Perfect,” He mumbled. He found an empty crate and climbed in.
Just then rapid footsteps echoed through the dimly lit room. “Find him!” Some unknown voice ordered. Duo scrunched lower into the crate and closed his eyes tightly.
Throughout the room, the soldiers prowled between the crates carefully scanning.
Among them was Heero. He walked casually through the walkways. [Where are you, thief?] He called telepathically.
Duo shuddered as the man’s voice caressed the inside of his skull. /”Yeah, like I’m going to tell you’”/ He drawled.
Heero mentally scoffed. [Why are you running anyways. I wasn’t going to hurt you, just make you pay off your debt.]
/”I ain’t got a debt to you and the key word is ‘wasn’t’. That’s past tense.”/
[Only a slight punishment for the blow to the stomach] Heero said rubbing absently at the tender flesh of his stomach.
/”And how would you suppose I’d pay back my debt? I ain’t got any money”/
[Your English is atrocious by the way. I would have you pay it back the best you can…]
/”I ain’t bein’ your fuck buddy.”/
[I suppose not. I’ll make you something higher than that but I will tell the truth, I will want to taste that wonderful body of yours.] Heero paused eying the only crate without a top. He stopped one of the guards going by. “Send that crate to my estate in the Americas, the one on the islands.”
The guard eyed the crate with one visible emerald eye before nodding silently. He looked down at his boss from his six foot stature. “Anything else?” He asked in a pleasant monotone. When Heero only shook his head, he bowed causing his uni-bang to shift slightly splaying cinnamon brown strands of hair to tickle his nose. He brushed them away.
“Oh, Trowa, see to Quatre please. Tell him everything is okay.”
Trowa nodded again and left.
Heero turned to leave as well. He had to schedule a way back to the Americas. [You will beg me to own you, thief] He sent before he left the room. He cut the connect he’d made with the braided teen before said teen’s obscenities could reach his ears.
Duo slumped in relief as the footsteps stopped. He was about to get out when a lid was placed over the roof of the crate. He gasped and pushed at it. The crate shook with the sound of a hammer slamming on it. After a while it stopped. The youth pushed at the lid again only to find that it wouldn't budge. He slumped again numb with shock. He was stuck inside. For how long?
He didn’t have time to panic as the crate was lifted and began to move. He grunted as whoever it was that was carrying the box tilted it from side to side.
“A emergency delivery to the Americas.” Duo heard someone say. His heart fluttered in anticipation. “Take it to the L1 islands.” His heart faltered but didn’t necessarily slump. Anything would be nicer than here. So what if he wasn’t going back to L2? What was there waiting for him other than starvation and the plague? He’d lost everyone that he loved in that sector. There was no point in going back.
He sat back and reigned in his fate. He’d find a way out of this eventually. For now, he was just tired. He closed his eyes slowly letting sleep take him.
*
Heero relaxed as he felt the thief’s brainwaves settle into slumber. How easy it would be just to manipulate the braided American’s mind and make him devoted to him totally and utterly.
For some reason, the thought didn’t appeal to him. He could easily make the thief a servant. But what would be the point in letting him think he’d escaped? Yes, a game of cat and mouse would be far more enjoyable than a simple manipulation.
TBC……
A/N: So, what did you think? Let me know!!