Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Soul Dolls: The Price of Love ❯ A Soul Doll's Orgins ( Chapter 3 )
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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: 949 | Visits: 395 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 949 | Visits: 395 | 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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3) A Soul Doll's Orgins
AJ Angelique
WuFei, Quatre and the woman all looked at Trowa in surprise.
"Excuse me, did I just hear your right? YOU'LL keep him?!" WuFei asked in disbeilef.
"Yes, I did. If you won't have him, I will," Trowa said as he starred WuFei down from across the table. At the same time, Quatre could look on in mute shock at the whole sceen as the cold feeling within him began to melt away. Finally, Wu Fei dropped his face as he let out a heavy sigh.
"He's yours then," WuFei said and walked away from the table to leave the establishment. The moment he was gone, Quatre's knees began to buckle and his legs gave out underneath him. In the blink of an eye, Trowa was by his side and he was in Trowa's arms. For a brief moment, time stopped as they looked into each other's eyes. The moment ended when the two heard the applause of the other patrons and the two blushed.
"Are you allright?" Trowa asked.
"I think so, thank you for catching me," Quatre said.
"It was nothing. Come, let us go home," Trowa said and turned to the woman, "If you will excuse us."
"No, I will not. I must speak with you about Quatre," she said.
"Then walk with us, talk with us," Trowa said.
"I will," she said and led the way out of the pub. Once they were outside, she began to speak more freely.
"Trowa, just how much do you know about a Soul Doll?" she asked as she walked to Trowa's left while Quatre walked to his right.
"Very little and I must say that this is the first one I've met, let alone seen," Trowa said honestly.
The woman raised her right eyebrow in surprise, "Then how did you know...?"
"I told him," Quatre said, ashamed.
"YOU told him?!" the woman gasped and Quatre winced.
"Oh shhh, I'm not mad at you. I'll never be mad at you," the woman said soothingly as the three stopped walking.
"What's wrong?" Trowa asked, concerned.
"Well, my Soul Dolls never know their orgins. In the past, I have found that not all Soul Dolls take the truth very well and they become mentally unwell...but it seems as if my sweet Quatre isn't suffering from the truth..." the woman said and looked at her creation, only to witness him advert his eyes from her, "...on the surface at least."
"Orgins?" Trowa asked and the woman nodded.
"As you know, Quatre was made on comission...like many others I created. Once upon a time, Quatre was an artfully made doll to look human. Save for the elbows and knees, unfortunatly. Then, in a ceremony known only speical Doll Makers (such as myself) I gave Quatre his very own soul that the gods above deemed ready for him. Because of this, a Soul Doll isn't alway suited for the one who comissions it."
"Are all the dolls you make on comission?" Trowa asked.
"Happily, no. Ever now and then I get a whim and create a doll for a soul that's ready for this plane. And happily, all my dolls have found happiness and have become human."
"Human?" Trowa asked and Quatre looked up hopefully.
"Yes, a Soul Doll is the balence between being and no being. If a Soul Doll finds love, they will turn human. If a Soul Doll doesn't find love, they will lose their soul and being nothing more than a very large toy," the woman said. Just then, Trowa's carrage pulled up to the trio and the footman climbed down.
"I believe that this is your ride," the woman said with a smile, "and this is where we part."
"Are you leaving?" Quatre asked.
"So soon?" Trowa asked.
"I'm afraid so, another one of my children needs checking up on. Before I leave though, I will tell you this. Lord Trowa Barton, it wasn't chance that you found Quatre that rainy night. It was meant to be," the woman said, turned around and walked away. Trowa began to go after her but Quatre stepped in his way.
"No," Quatre said.
"But..."
"If it wasn't urgent, she would have stayed longer," Quatre said.
"I see," Trowa said, as the realization dawned on him that this Soul Doll she had gone to see was probably in danger...more so than Quatre was in.
"Shall we go home? She'll return when she can," Quatre said.
"Yes, let's go. Dinner time draws near and I look forward to spending it with you," Trowa said. Quatre blushed and followed Trowa into the carrage. As the two rode through the night back to the mansion, WuFei made his way back to his prince and the woman made her way to Egpyt.
TBC
Next) Romance and Roses
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!
____________________________________
3) A Soul Doll's Orgins
AJ Angelique
WuFei, Quatre and the woman all looked at Trowa in surprise.
"Excuse me, did I just hear your right? YOU'LL keep him?!" WuFei asked in disbeilef.
"Yes, I did. If you won't have him, I will," Trowa said as he starred WuFei down from across the table. At the same time, Quatre could look on in mute shock at the whole sceen as the cold feeling within him began to melt away. Finally, Wu Fei dropped his face as he let out a heavy sigh.
"He's yours then," WuFei said and walked away from the table to leave the establishment. The moment he was gone, Quatre's knees began to buckle and his legs gave out underneath him. In the blink of an eye, Trowa was by his side and he was in Trowa's arms. For a brief moment, time stopped as they looked into each other's eyes. The moment ended when the two heard the applause of the other patrons and the two blushed.
"Are you allright?" Trowa asked.
"I think so, thank you for catching me," Quatre said.
"It was nothing. Come, let us go home," Trowa said and turned to the woman, "If you will excuse us."
"No, I will not. I must speak with you about Quatre," she said.
"Then walk with us, talk with us," Trowa said.
"I will," she said and led the way out of the pub. Once they were outside, she began to speak more freely.
"Trowa, just how much do you know about a Soul Doll?" she asked as she walked to Trowa's left while Quatre walked to his right.
"Very little and I must say that this is the first one I've met, let alone seen," Trowa said honestly.
The woman raised her right eyebrow in surprise, "Then how did you know...?"
"I told him," Quatre said, ashamed.
"YOU told him?!" the woman gasped and Quatre winced.
"Oh shhh, I'm not mad at you. I'll never be mad at you," the woman said soothingly as the three stopped walking.
"What's wrong?" Trowa asked, concerned.
"Well, my Soul Dolls never know their orgins. In the past, I have found that not all Soul Dolls take the truth very well and they become mentally unwell...but it seems as if my sweet Quatre isn't suffering from the truth..." the woman said and looked at her creation, only to witness him advert his eyes from her, "...on the surface at least."
"Orgins?" Trowa asked and the woman nodded.
"As you know, Quatre was made on comission...like many others I created. Once upon a time, Quatre was an artfully made doll to look human. Save for the elbows and knees, unfortunatly. Then, in a ceremony known only speical Doll Makers (such as myself) I gave Quatre his very own soul that the gods above deemed ready for him. Because of this, a Soul Doll isn't alway suited for the one who comissions it."
"Are all the dolls you make on comission?" Trowa asked.
"Happily, no. Ever now and then I get a whim and create a doll for a soul that's ready for this plane. And happily, all my dolls have found happiness and have become human."
"Human?" Trowa asked and Quatre looked up hopefully.
"Yes, a Soul Doll is the balence between being and no being. If a Soul Doll finds love, they will turn human. If a Soul Doll doesn't find love, they will lose their soul and being nothing more than a very large toy," the woman said. Just then, Trowa's carrage pulled up to the trio and the footman climbed down.
"I believe that this is your ride," the woman said with a smile, "and this is where we part."
"Are you leaving?" Quatre asked.
"So soon?" Trowa asked.
"I'm afraid so, another one of my children needs checking up on. Before I leave though, I will tell you this. Lord Trowa Barton, it wasn't chance that you found Quatre that rainy night. It was meant to be," the woman said, turned around and walked away. Trowa began to go after her but Quatre stepped in his way.
"No," Quatre said.
"But..."
"If it wasn't urgent, she would have stayed longer," Quatre said.
"I see," Trowa said, as the realization dawned on him that this Soul Doll she had gone to see was probably in danger...more so than Quatre was in.
"Shall we go home? She'll return when she can," Quatre said.
"Yes, let's go. Dinner time draws near and I look forward to spending it with you," Trowa said. Quatre blushed and followed Trowa into the carrage. As the two rode through the night back to the mansion, WuFei made his way back to his prince and the woman made her way to Egpyt.
TBC
Next) Romance and Roses