Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Soul Dolls: The Price of Love ❯ Choices ( Chapter 2 )
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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: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 416 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 416 | 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!
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2) Choices
AJ Angelique
Tears beaded the corner of Quatre's eyes as he looked down into his lap and gripped the bed covers, his sides shaking as he tried not to cry.
"You're somebody's servant?" Trowa asked.
"No," Quatre said.
"A slave?!" Trowa gasped.
"No!" Quatre said and finally looked up at Trowa as the tears fell from his eyes and flew through the air like shimering little diamonds, "I'm a Soul Doll."
"I beg your pardon?" Trowa asked, not sure to what make of what the blonde haired boy had just said. Quatre let out a small sigh before he threw back the bed covers to reveal his knees. Trowa looked and was surprised to see the knees of a puppet, not a human. When he looked back up at Quatre, the younger boy had removed his top and sat there in the buff. Yet Trowa's attention was drawn to Quatre's elbows. Like the knees, they were more like the hinges of a puppet rather than a human set of elbows. Save for these two features, Quatre looked remarkably human. Trowa was so awed by this that he got up from his seat and approached the bed for a closer examination only to startle poor Quatre.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners. May I have a closer look?" Trowa asked as he gestured at the hinges. Quatre nodded and Trowa climbed on the bed. He first took hold of the right arm and Quatre let it go limp so as Trowa could move it around as much as he wished. The young lord was amazed by how fluidly it moved yet it still made a light click.
"Amazing," Trowa said as he moved onto the right knee and produced the same results.
"Thank you," Quatre said with a blush.
"How were you made?" Trowa asked as he looked into the boy's face.
"I don't know," Quatre admitted truthfully, "all I know that I was comissioned in the likeness of another and my master was displeased with me. So he took me out to that stump and told me to wait there for him."
"How long ago was this?"
"...four days ago..."
* * * * *
In the town tavern, WuFei sat in the far back corner at a table just big enough for two. While everyone else around him was having fun, he was trying to drown his emotions in the deep golden brown abys that was his drinks. His was the only quite corner of the room.
"WuFei," said a stern male voice and WuFei looked up to see Trowa, standing on the other side of the table with his arms crossed.
"Do I know you?" WuFei asked with a narrowed eye glare as he put down his drink.
"No, but he does," Trowa said and stepped aside to his right to reveal Quatre, now dressed in a white dress shirt, a black vest, brown slacks and black boots. There was a tense moment of silence as the two boys looked at each other, Quatre with hope in his eyes and WuFei with shock and surprise. Finally, the moment ended when WuFei jumped up to his feet his his chair fell backwards only to clatter to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded angrily of the Soul Doll and some of the atmosphere of the room evaporated as some of the people turned to see what was going on.
"I brought him here," Trowa said with an edge in his voice that brough WuFei's attention back to him.
"Yod nod no right..." he started
"I had every right," Trowa said as he stepped forward and slammed his palms down on the table, making the glasses and bottles on it rattle and clink, "If I hadn't, he would have died in the storm," Trowa said as he lifted and point his right hand at Quatre, who was doing his best not to make eye contact with WuFei by looking down at the table and grasping his hands together.
"He would have been fine," WuFei said as he leaned forward and put his own palms on the table, not only to balance himself but to make himself eo eyo eye with Trowa as well.
"No he wouldn't," said a female voice and everyone turned to see a woman approach the table. She was five foot and five inches tall with pale causcasion skin dressed in a white dress shirt, green corset and black floor length skirt. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a bun and a black veil is drapped across the lower half of her face. Vivid emerald green eyes with flecks of brown looked at each boy in turn as she approached them. Around her neck was a black velvet chocker necklace with a golden locket. On the locket was a special crest that WuFei recognized.
"M'Lady," WuFei said and instantly bowed in traditional Chinese style as Quatre bowed his head respectfully like an English buttler.
"I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" Trowa asked. The woman looked at him and smiled.
"I am the one who made Quatre," she said and Trowa gasped before he bowed as well.
"It's an honor to finally meet you," Trowa said.
"Thank you. And it's also an honor for me to meet the one who saved my child's life," she said.
"How did you...?" Trowa started and she smiled again.
"One way or another, I keep track of my creations. Which comes to why I'm here," she said and turned to WuFei, "What you did to poor Quatre was wrong and dishonorable."
"He wasn't what I wanted," WuFei spat back.
"I know. I tried to warn you but you wouldn'y listen, you wanted what you wanted so badly that you'd kill for it. Then, when you finally got it, you threw it away. How childish," she spat back with a hidden sneer.
"I don't understand," Trowa said.
"Late last month, WuFei came to me with a sketch he drew of a person. A boy whom WuFei loves but can never have. So, he came to me to make a copy of the boy. But it didn't work out the way he wanted," she said.
"Did something go wrong?" Trowa asked and Quatre clammed up a bit.
"No, he came out beautiful and perfect with a soul all of his own. But, because he has his own soul, that makes him different from the boy that WuFei wants. So no matter how much I make this Quetra look like the real Quetra, they will never be the same," she said.
"There are two Quatres?" Trowa asked.
"Yes," she said as she nodded in the affirmative, "the one I made and the young prince of an Arab kingdom," and she looked back at WuFei with a mother's glare. With a heavy sigh, he finsihed the story.
"I had met the prince on my first trip to his kingdom. I and several other went to open trade routes between our two lands and I fell in love with him. Yet I knew we could never be together due to our different statuses and the fact that he already had been placed in a arranged marrage," he said.
"So you had her comission Quatre," Trowa said bitterly.
"Yes and I wish I never had," WuFei said and Quatre's breath caught in his throat. The woman looked at him with worry filled eyes.
"You can't mean that," Trowa said.
"Yes I do. I can't live with this copy another day, I don't love him and I don't want him," WuFei said and Quatre began to feel very cold inside. The woman bit her lower lip in worry and was about to yell at WuFei for his harsh words when Trowa beat her to puncpunch.
"Then I'll keep him," he said.
TBC
Next) A Soul Doll's Orgins
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!
____________________________________
2) Choices
AJ Angelique
Tears beaded the corner of Quatre's eyes as he looked down into his lap and gripped the bed covers, his sides shaking as he tried not to cry.
"You're somebody's servant?" Trowa asked.
"No," Quatre said.
"A slave?!" Trowa gasped.
"No!" Quatre said and finally looked up at Trowa as the tears fell from his eyes and flew through the air like shimering little diamonds, "I'm a Soul Doll."
"I beg your pardon?" Trowa asked, not sure to what make of what the blonde haired boy had just said. Quatre let out a small sigh before he threw back the bed covers to reveal his knees. Trowa looked and was surprised to see the knees of a puppet, not a human. When he looked back up at Quatre, the younger boy had removed his top and sat there in the buff. Yet Trowa's attention was drawn to Quatre's elbows. Like the knees, they were more like the hinges of a puppet rather than a human set of elbows. Save for these two features, Quatre looked remarkably human. Trowa was so awed by this that he got up from his seat and approached the bed for a closer examination only to startle poor Quatre.
"I'm sorry, where are my manners. May I have a closer look?" Trowa asked as he gestured at the hinges. Quatre nodded and Trowa climbed on the bed. He first took hold of the right arm and Quatre let it go limp so as Trowa could move it around as much as he wished. The young lord was amazed by how fluidly it moved yet it still made a light click.
"Amazing," Trowa said as he moved onto the right knee and produced the same results.
"Thank you," Quatre said with a blush.
"How were you made?" Trowa asked as he looked into the boy's face.
"I don't know," Quatre admitted truthfully, "all I know that I was comissioned in the likeness of another and my master was displeased with me. So he took me out to that stump and told me to wait there for him."
"How long ago was this?"
"...four days ago..."
* * * * *
In the town tavern, WuFei sat in the far back corner at a table just big enough for two. While everyone else around him was having fun, he was trying to drown his emotions in the deep golden brown abys that was his drinks. His was the only quite corner of the room.
"WuFei," said a stern male voice and WuFei looked up to see Trowa, standing on the other side of the table with his arms crossed.
"Do I know you?" WuFei asked with a narrowed eye glare as he put down his drink.
"No, but he does," Trowa said and stepped aside to his right to reveal Quatre, now dressed in a white dress shirt, a black vest, brown slacks and black boots. There was a tense moment of silence as the two boys looked at each other, Quatre with hope in his eyes and WuFei with shock and surprise. Finally, the moment ended when WuFei jumped up to his feet his his chair fell backwards only to clatter to the floor.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded angrily of the Soul Doll and some of the atmosphere of the room evaporated as some of the people turned to see what was going on.
"I brought him here," Trowa said with an edge in his voice that brough WuFei's attention back to him.
"Yod nod no right..." he started
"I had every right," Trowa said as he stepped forward and slammed his palms down on the table, making the glasses and bottles on it rattle and clink, "If I hadn't, he would have died in the storm," Trowa said as he lifted and point his right hand at Quatre, who was doing his best not to make eye contact with WuFei by looking down at the table and grasping his hands together.
"He would have been fine," WuFei said as he leaned forward and put his own palms on the table, not only to balance himself but to make himself eo eyo eye with Trowa as well.
"No he wouldn't," said a female voice and everyone turned to see a woman approach the table. She was five foot and five inches tall with pale causcasion skin dressed in a white dress shirt, green corset and black floor length skirt. Her shoulder length dirty blonde hair is pulled back into a bun and a black veil is drapped across the lower half of her face. Vivid emerald green eyes with flecks of brown looked at each boy in turn as she approached them. Around her neck was a black velvet chocker necklace with a golden locket. On the locket was a special crest that WuFei recognized.
"M'Lady," WuFei said and instantly bowed in traditional Chinese style as Quatre bowed his head respectfully like an English buttler.
"I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?" Trowa asked. The woman looked at him and smiled.
"I am the one who made Quatre," she said and Trowa gasped before he bowed as well.
"It's an honor to finally meet you," Trowa said.
"Thank you. And it's also an honor for me to meet the one who saved my child's life," she said.
"How did you...?" Trowa started and she smiled again.
"One way or another, I keep track of my creations. Which comes to why I'm here," she said and turned to WuFei, "What you did to poor Quatre was wrong and dishonorable."
"He wasn't what I wanted," WuFei spat back.
"I know. I tried to warn you but you wouldn'y listen, you wanted what you wanted so badly that you'd kill for it. Then, when you finally got it, you threw it away. How childish," she spat back with a hidden sneer.
"I don't understand," Trowa said.
"Late last month, WuFei came to me with a sketch he drew of a person. A boy whom WuFei loves but can never have. So, he came to me to make a copy of the boy. But it didn't work out the way he wanted," she said.
"Did something go wrong?" Trowa asked and Quatre clammed up a bit.
"No, he came out beautiful and perfect with a soul all of his own. But, because he has his own soul, that makes him different from the boy that WuFei wants. So no matter how much I make this Quetra look like the real Quetra, they will never be the same," she said.
"There are two Quatres?" Trowa asked.
"Yes," she said as she nodded in the affirmative, "the one I made and the young prince of an Arab kingdom," and she looked back at WuFei with a mother's glare. With a heavy sigh, he finsihed the story.
"I had met the prince on my first trip to his kingdom. I and several other went to open trade routes between our two lands and I fell in love with him. Yet I knew we could never be together due to our different statuses and the fact that he already had been placed in a arranged marrage," he said.
"So you had her comission Quatre," Trowa said bitterly.
"Yes and I wish I never had," WuFei said and Quatre's breath caught in his throat. The woman looked at him with worry filled eyes.
"You can't mean that," Trowa said.
"Yes I do. I can't live with this copy another day, I don't love him and I don't want him," WuFei said and Quatre began to feel very cold inside. The woman bit her lower lip in worry and was about to yell at WuFei for his harsh words when Trowa beat her to puncpunch.
"Then I'll keep him," he said.
TBC
Next) A Soul Doll's Orgins