Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ the Inheritance ❯ the Inheritance - 1 ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kira_Kirke 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: If I were an owner of every single thing I desire, including Gundam Wing, the rest of the world would have nothing. If you own something it means that I don't own the boys. Damn.
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: yaoi, yuri, AU, furs, rape, tort,lemon, angst, tort, n/c incest, sap, of D/s, fivesome, mpreg, anal, oral, rim, happy ending... I think there should be some more warnings but I can't remember which ones
Pairings: 1x5x2x3x4, 13x6, Sal/Noin, others
Summary: *groan* Heero, the half-breed sorcerer was excluded from every community because of a murder he commited ages ago. Present war can bring him an acquittal... or even more pain.
A/n: Unbetaed.
They were passing by him joking, laughing, smiling at young women. Tall, strong, handsome, ready to take over the world.
Taking over the world.
Of course, their leader was the most handsome, brilliant and strongest of all of them.
Nicely muscled body which wasn't fully betraying the enormous strength it possessed; beautiful - almost feminine - hands, always ready to weave a healing charm or spell that could destroy an army ( bodies, bodies everywhere, bleeding, trashing, moaning, smelling of fire, still on fire, trashing while burning, screaming, cursing, begging, he made an eye contact with dying man, man with the half of face, begging, begging with eyes to kill him, to stop it, to help but he can't he can't he can't, he's here to search, to find, to bring or he'll be also begging for death); face with noble features, full lips (forcing themselves on his bearer's lips, crushing them, making them bleed, muffling the pained screams), striking blue eyes - an eyes of gods, whispered people.
He prayed for those eyes won't look at him. But gods didn't have mercy on him.
The eyes narrowed, laughter died in throat, lips became a cruel line. He knew what it means, he knew what it's leading to and yet he couldn't do anything. Chained to the bellows for three days in row, exhausted, hungry and motionless he waited for words to came, to bring pain, to bring blackness.
“Well, well… looks like our pet healed himself… again. You just can't give up, you little freak, don't you? You still don't understand that your life is not welcome in this world, beast? I think I should make it more clear to you. Since usual methods doesn't work… I shall do something that'll write the truth forever in your memory… and on your body… general Michio, bring me the Aran's Whip, please.”
He saw horror and disbelief on they faces. His own heart started to beat faster, body trying unsuccessfully to move. No, no, no, please, no…
“Your Highness… isn't it an… exaggeration? He's only…” hesitant words were cut off by a glare. “I… I'm sorry my Lord, I'm on my way.”
The whispers passed through the camp: frightened, doubtful, excited. The Whip, created by jealous god who wanted to punish Elthan for taking his beloved one, was used only once. The myths were saying that mad form the pain god knocked it out of Aran's hand and it landed somewhere near the Thundering Mountains. The trails of Elthan's blood were still visible on it's strings.
The gossips were saying that during his conquest Kamui found the Whip and took it with him. And now the gossips were about to turn into reality.
Minutes passed and near the trembling boy and the self-appointed Emperor gathered people.
From his place on the ground he could see General making his way through the crowd. Everyone fell silent.
His heartbeat was matching the steps of an elf carrying the Whip.
Long cords of the weapon were sliding on the earth like deadly snakes. Metal balls with lots of shining spikes were clinking against each other. He felt his breath hitching in his throat, lungs empty, body suffocated by nearness of the Whip.
No, no, no, no, no, please, no, please, please, I'll be good, please, I'll do everything, please, please, no, no, no…
“No? You're daring to oppose me? You just earned ten more blows than I planed.”
Ten…? Oh god! Even Elthan, the ruler of the gods, couldn't stand more than four blows before he passed out. How was he going to survive it?
Michio gave the Whip to Kamui. Everybody were silent.
Then again… why should he survive? He's nothing, only a beast, an ugly abnormal creature hated by everyone, especially his father and bearer. The fact that he lived to be twelve was a miracle/a curse by itself. Undernourished, constantly beaten, raped, overworked, cursed with deadly spells he was still clinging to life. Instinct of self-preservation was stronger than pain and despair.
Well, it looked like pain has finally found an unbeatable weapon…
But… where is this instinct from? This…need to life?
He looked up along with the raising hand.
Tremors run down his body, fear and inner battle of life/death making shivers noticeable for Lord Kamui. Elf's mouth widened in sadistic smile, eyes flashing with madness, deep lines of cruelty marking the face, making it an disgusting mask.
He saw it, but no one else did - all eyes on the hand with Whip.
He whimpered, crushed by the hatred in the eyes above him.
The hand fell down…
Heero woke up with deafening scream.
Silence, broken by wheezing gasps, reminded him too much of the silence of the crowd from the dream. He got up, with trembling hands put on a robe and on shaking legs staggered to the door.
`Again, damn. Every year the same nightmare. When I'll be able to spend first night in the Saint Grove without it?'
Heero looked around, noticing stillness of the Trees. Wind caressed his forehead, drying a sweat. Not even a single leaf moved. The Trees were waiting for him. For his move, his decision. A decision he wasn't ready to make.
A man closed his striking blue eyes and turned back to the hut.
Trees' rustle sounded like disappointed sigh then like silent cry full of sorrow to finally settled for a calming lullaby.
Going off to sleep Heero smiled sadly. Trees wanted everything that's the best for him, he knew that. But waking him in the middle of the night before his meeting with the Council surely wasn't a good idea. Especially since during this meeting he was going to meet his future husband or husbands.
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: yaoi, yuri, AU, furs, rape, tort,lemon, angst, tort, n/c incest, sap, of D/s, fivesome, mpreg, anal, oral, rim, happy ending... I think there should be some more warnings but I can't remember which ones
Pairings: 1x5x2x3x4, 13x6, Sal/Noin, others
Summary: *groan* Heero, the half-breed sorcerer was excluded from every community because of a murder he commited ages ago. Present war can bring him an acquittal... or even more pain.
A/n: Unbetaed.
They were passing by him joking, laughing, smiling at young women. Tall, strong, handsome, ready to take over the world.
Taking over the world.
Of course, their leader was the most handsome, brilliant and strongest of all of them.
Nicely muscled body which wasn't fully betraying the enormous strength it possessed; beautiful - almost feminine - hands, always ready to weave a healing charm or spell that could destroy an army ( bodies, bodies everywhere, bleeding, trashing, moaning, smelling of fire, still on fire, trashing while burning, screaming, cursing, begging, he made an eye contact with dying man, man with the half of face, begging, begging with eyes to kill him, to stop it, to help but he can't he can't he can't, he's here to search, to find, to bring or he'll be also begging for death); face with noble features, full lips (forcing themselves on his bearer's lips, crushing them, making them bleed, muffling the pained screams), striking blue eyes - an eyes of gods, whispered people.
He prayed for those eyes won't look at him. But gods didn't have mercy on him.
The eyes narrowed, laughter died in throat, lips became a cruel line. He knew what it means, he knew what it's leading to and yet he couldn't do anything. Chained to the bellows for three days in row, exhausted, hungry and motionless he waited for words to came, to bring pain, to bring blackness.
“Well, well… looks like our pet healed himself… again. You just can't give up, you little freak, don't you? You still don't understand that your life is not welcome in this world, beast? I think I should make it more clear to you. Since usual methods doesn't work… I shall do something that'll write the truth forever in your memory… and on your body… general Michio, bring me the Aran's Whip, please.”
He saw horror and disbelief on they faces. His own heart started to beat faster, body trying unsuccessfully to move. No, no, no, please, no…
“Your Highness… isn't it an… exaggeration? He's only…” hesitant words were cut off by a glare. “I… I'm sorry my Lord, I'm on my way.”
The whispers passed through the camp: frightened, doubtful, excited. The Whip, created by jealous god who wanted to punish Elthan for taking his beloved one, was used only once. The myths were saying that mad form the pain god knocked it out of Aran's hand and it landed somewhere near the Thundering Mountains. The trails of Elthan's blood were still visible on it's strings.
The gossips were saying that during his conquest Kamui found the Whip and took it with him. And now the gossips were about to turn into reality.
Minutes passed and near the trembling boy and the self-appointed Emperor gathered people.
From his place on the ground he could see General making his way through the crowd. Everyone fell silent.
His heartbeat was matching the steps of an elf carrying the Whip.
Long cords of the weapon were sliding on the earth like deadly snakes. Metal balls with lots of shining spikes were clinking against each other. He felt his breath hitching in his throat, lungs empty, body suffocated by nearness of the Whip.
No, no, no, no, no, please, no, please, please, I'll be good, please, I'll do everything, please, please, no, no, no…
“No? You're daring to oppose me? You just earned ten more blows than I planed.”
Ten…? Oh god! Even Elthan, the ruler of the gods, couldn't stand more than four blows before he passed out. How was he going to survive it?
Michio gave the Whip to Kamui. Everybody were silent.
Then again… why should he survive? He's nothing, only a beast, an ugly abnormal creature hated by everyone, especially his father and bearer. The fact that he lived to be twelve was a miracle/a curse by itself. Undernourished, constantly beaten, raped, overworked, cursed with deadly spells he was still clinging to life. Instinct of self-preservation was stronger than pain and despair.
Well, it looked like pain has finally found an unbeatable weapon…
But… where is this instinct from? This…need to life?
He looked up along with the raising hand.
Tremors run down his body, fear and inner battle of life/death making shivers noticeable for Lord Kamui. Elf's mouth widened in sadistic smile, eyes flashing with madness, deep lines of cruelty marking the face, making it an disgusting mask.
He saw it, but no one else did - all eyes on the hand with Whip.
He whimpered, crushed by the hatred in the eyes above him.
The hand fell down…
Heero woke up with deafening scream.
Silence, broken by wheezing gasps, reminded him too much of the silence of the crowd from the dream. He got up, with trembling hands put on a robe and on shaking legs staggered to the door.
`Again, damn. Every year the same nightmare. When I'll be able to spend first night in the Saint Grove without it?'
Heero looked around, noticing stillness of the Trees. Wind caressed his forehead, drying a sweat. Not even a single leaf moved. The Trees were waiting for him. For his move, his decision. A decision he wasn't ready to make.
A man closed his striking blue eyes and turned back to the hut.
Trees' rustle sounded like disappointed sigh then like silent cry full of sorrow to finally settled for a calming lullaby.
Going off to sleep Heero smiled sadly. Trees wanted everything that's the best for him, he knew that. But waking him in the middle of the night before his meeting with the Council surely wasn't a good idea. Especially since during this meeting he was going to meet his future husband or husbands.