Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Soul Dolls: The Price of Love ❯ Lost and Found ( Chapter 1 )
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By: AJ Angelique 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 550 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 550 | Status: Completed
Soul Dolls:The Price of Love
Disclaimer:
Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me, so shad'up!
Rating:
NC-17
Waring:
This is a Yaoi, that means two men will be making love, if you're homophobic (don't like the idea of two men going at it) I suggest you run as fast and as far as your scrawny little legs can take you bub.
With that said and done, on with the show!
____________________________________
1) Lost and Found
AJ Angelique
It was a dark and stormy night in the lady, and the mysterious woman in shilliouette sat at her very messy desk in her study. As she leaned back in her chair, her left hand at her mouth in thought as she held a sketch in her right hand. When she was done studying it, she looked up at her latest customer. The young Chinese Ambassador WuFei.
"Are you sure you want this?" she asked.
"More than anything else," he said.
"You do know, that even if it looks like the person, it won't really be them," she said.
"I don't care, I want you to make me that doll," WuFei said, his eyes narrowed in fresh anger. She looked up aem wem with a frown before she let out a heavy sigh.
"As you wish. It will be ready for you by the end of the month," she said and he smiled...
* * * * *
The young lord Trowa Barton rode his horse through the night, hoping to reach his home before the impending storm broke loose upon him and his chocolate brown horse with the carmel colored mane and tale named Validator. Trowa has been out riding most of the afternoon and had gotten turn around before he found his way again. By that time, it had gotten quite dark before its tume due to quickly moving storm clouds. Now, off the main roads, Trowa led Validator cautiuosly through the feilds as he used what light he had to find his way.
It wasn't long after all the sunlight was gone that lighting began to flash in the sky. Trowa frowned and began to look more urgently. By the third flash of lighting, the rain began to fall. The young lord uttered a string of curses under his breath as both he and his horse began to get soaked by the heavy rains. Yet it was after two more flashes of lighting that Trowa found the main road. He was about to let out a sigh of releif when another flash of lighting revealed something he didn't see the first time.
A male human form dressed in white, half laying on a low yet wide tree stump by the road. Trows urged Validator toward the stump and dismounted to check on the person. He was surprised to find that it was a young boy, probably younger than him, with a head full of spikey golden blonde hair, pale alabaster skin and dressed in nothing but an over sized white button up shirt that just barely covered him up in the night wind. Once he shook himself, Trowa touched a hand to the his shoulder and gently tried to rouse the seemingly sleeping boy.
"Boy, are you allright?" Trowa asked and he received a soft moan before the boy opened his eyes weakly and looked at him.
"Are you allright?" Trowa asked and the boy shook his head.
"Let's get you out of here then," Trowa said and quickly scooped the boy up in his arms. Needless to say, the blonde haired beauty was surprised and out of instinct grasped onto Trowa's jacket. Trowa smiled faintly at this, feeling relieved that he wasn't near death and made his way to Validator.
"Now, I need you to get up on my horse," Trowa said. The boy frowned and looked reluctantly back at the stump.
"If you don't come with and get out of this rain, this storm will be the death of you," Trowa said sternly. This was all the boy needed to hear and he reached up for the reins. As he pulled himself up, Trowa also helped him up into the sadle. As soon as the boy was seated, Trowa mounted and sat in the saddle behind the boy. Seeing as how the boy was riding side saddle, Trowa took hold of the reigns with his left hand and wrapped his right arm around the boy's waist in a protective gesture. Even so, the boy blushed as Trowa drew him close enough to his chest that the boy could hear his heart beating and held onto his jacket once more as Trowa gave a harsh flick of the reins that sent Validator into a fast gallop down the main road as a clap of thunder chased them away.
* * * * *
Gundams.
To us, they are mechanised warriors that still need the use of a human being for its soul.
In this more Renaisance world, Gundams are a special suits of armor made of Gundanium. Since the metal is rare, so are the suits of armor and thus they are only created for the elite. So needless to say, Lord Trowa owns such a suit. His is called Heavyarms and it stands in a display case placed in the Great Hall, with all the other family heirlooms. This mornign though, Trowa just gives it a moment's glance as he hurried through the room with a newspaper under his arm and made his way to the nearest stairs where he accended two flights before he swung off the stairs and made his way towars the middle of the estate. Finally, he reached his destination and knocked on the door only a couple times before he entered.
Inside, he found the maid Dorthy spoon feeding a bowl of broth to the boy, who sat proped up in bed by many fluffy white pillows and he was dressed in a white dressing gown.
"How is our guest?" Trowa asked cheerfully as he approached the bed from the right side, opposite of Dorthy.
"Much better, he's eatting a little but his mood is still gloomy," Dorthy said as she placed the spoon back in the bowl and Trowa looked over the boy.
"I see. Maybe I can coax some words out of him," Trowa said as he placed the paper down on the right bed side table and pulled up a chair
"Are you sure?" Miss Dorthy asked as she put the bowl on the left bed side table.
"Yes, you may return to your erands and 'talk' with the other maids," Trowa said. Dorthy then blushed, got up, bowed and left the room. Trowa smirked and turned to the boy.
"I'm afraid Miss Dorthy is prone to gossip and one more than one occasion it has gotten her into trouble," Trowa said as he leaned back and crossed his legs.
"She's nice," the boy said quietly.
"Huh?" Trowa asked.
"She's nice," the boy spoke up and Trowa smiled, "Yes she is." The boy smiled.
"Where are my manners. My name is Trowa Barton, the Lord of this mannor."
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner," the boy said.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Quatre," Trowa said with a smile, getting the feeling he heard this name before, "Can you tell me how you came to be out where I found you last night?" Trowa asked. The moment he heard this, Quatre bowed his head don san saddness.
"Quatre?" Trowa asked, sounding worried.
"It was my master," Quatre said...
TBC
Next:
2) Decisions
Disclaimer:
Gundam Wing doesn't belong to me, so shad'up!
Rating:
NC-17
Waring:
This is a Yaoi, that means two men will be making love, if you're homophobic (don't like the idea of two men going at it) I suggest you run as fast and as far as your scrawny little legs can take you bub.
With that said and done, on with the show!
____________________________________
1) Lost and Found
AJ Angelique
It was a dark and stormy night in the lady, and the mysterious woman in shilliouette sat at her very messy desk in her study. As she leaned back in her chair, her left hand at her mouth in thought as she held a sketch in her right hand. When she was done studying it, she looked up at her latest customer. The young Chinese Ambassador WuFei.
"Are you sure you want this?" she asked.
"More than anything else," he said.
"You do know, that even if it looks like the person, it won't really be them," she said.
"I don't care, I want you to make me that doll," WuFei said, his eyes narrowed in fresh anger. She looked up aem wem with a frown before she let out a heavy sigh.
"As you wish. It will be ready for you by the end of the month," she said and he smiled...
* * * * *
The young lord Trowa Barton rode his horse through the night, hoping to reach his home before the impending storm broke loose upon him and his chocolate brown horse with the carmel colored mane and tale named Validator. Trowa has been out riding most of the afternoon and had gotten turn around before he found his way again. By that time, it had gotten quite dark before its tume due to quickly moving storm clouds. Now, off the main roads, Trowa led Validator cautiuosly through the feilds as he used what light he had to find his way.
It wasn't long after all the sunlight was gone that lighting began to flash in the sky. Trowa frowned and began to look more urgently. By the third flash of lighting, the rain began to fall. The young lord uttered a string of curses under his breath as both he and his horse began to get soaked by the heavy rains. Yet it was after two more flashes of lighting that Trowa found the main road. He was about to let out a sigh of releif when another flash of lighting revealed something he didn't see the first time.
A male human form dressed in white, half laying on a low yet wide tree stump by the road. Trows urged Validator toward the stump and dismounted to check on the person. He was surprised to find that it was a young boy, probably younger than him, with a head full of spikey golden blonde hair, pale alabaster skin and dressed in nothing but an over sized white button up shirt that just barely covered him up in the night wind. Once he shook himself, Trowa touched a hand to the his shoulder and gently tried to rouse the seemingly sleeping boy.
"Boy, are you allright?" Trowa asked and he received a soft moan before the boy opened his eyes weakly and looked at him.
"Are you allright?" Trowa asked and the boy shook his head.
"Let's get you out of here then," Trowa said and quickly scooped the boy up in his arms. Needless to say, the blonde haired beauty was surprised and out of instinct grasped onto Trowa's jacket. Trowa smiled faintly at this, feeling relieved that he wasn't near death and made his way to Validator.
"Now, I need you to get up on my horse," Trowa said. The boy frowned and looked reluctantly back at the stump.
"If you don't come with and get out of this rain, this storm will be the death of you," Trowa said sternly. This was all the boy needed to hear and he reached up for the reins. As he pulled himself up, Trowa also helped him up into the sadle. As soon as the boy was seated, Trowa mounted and sat in the saddle behind the boy. Seeing as how the boy was riding side saddle, Trowa took hold of the reigns with his left hand and wrapped his right arm around the boy's waist in a protective gesture. Even so, the boy blushed as Trowa drew him close enough to his chest that the boy could hear his heart beating and held onto his jacket once more as Trowa gave a harsh flick of the reins that sent Validator into a fast gallop down the main road as a clap of thunder chased them away.
* * * * *
Gundams.
To us, they are mechanised warriors that still need the use of a human being for its soul.
In this more Renaisance world, Gundams are a special suits of armor made of Gundanium. Since the metal is rare, so are the suits of armor and thus they are only created for the elite. So needless to say, Lord Trowa owns such a suit. His is called Heavyarms and it stands in a display case placed in the Great Hall, with all the other family heirlooms. This mornign though, Trowa just gives it a moment's glance as he hurried through the room with a newspaper under his arm and made his way to the nearest stairs where he accended two flights before he swung off the stairs and made his way towars the middle of the estate. Finally, he reached his destination and knocked on the door only a couple times before he entered.
Inside, he found the maid Dorthy spoon feeding a bowl of broth to the boy, who sat proped up in bed by many fluffy white pillows and he was dressed in a white dressing gown.
"How is our guest?" Trowa asked cheerfully as he approached the bed from the right side, opposite of Dorthy.
"Much better, he's eatting a little but his mood is still gloomy," Dorthy said as she placed the spoon back in the bowl and Trowa looked over the boy.
"I see. Maybe I can coax some words out of him," Trowa said as he placed the paper down on the right bed side table and pulled up a chair
"Are you sure?" Miss Dorthy asked as she put the bowl on the left bed side table.
"Yes, you may return to your erands and 'talk' with the other maids," Trowa said. Dorthy then blushed, got up, bowed and left the room. Trowa smirked and turned to the boy.
"I'm afraid Miss Dorthy is prone to gossip and one more than one occasion it has gotten her into trouble," Trowa said as he leaned back and crossed his legs.
"She's nice," the boy said quietly.
"Huh?" Trowa asked.
"She's nice," the boy spoke up and Trowa smiled, "Yes she is." The boy smiled.
"Where are my manners. My name is Trowa Barton, the Lord of this mannor."
"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner," the boy said.
"Well, it's nice to meet you Quatre," Trowa said with a smile, getting the feeling he heard this name before, "Can you tell me how you came to be out where I found you last night?" Trowa asked. The moment he heard this, Quatre bowed his head don san saddness.
"Quatre?" Trowa asked, sounding worried.
"It was my master," Quatre said...
TBC
Next:
2) Decisions