Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ the Inheritance ❯ the Inheritance - 2 ( Chapter 2 )

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.

Beta-reader: the wonderful hells-angel8. Thank you!!

 

 

 

Walking through the Grove was always a challenge of itself.

Gigantic Trees with thick crowns never allowed the sunlight to pass.

 

The only sources of light were the Trees themselves, bathing their
surrounding with soft colors of rainbow. Oaks, beeches, maples,
willows, lindens, sequoias and any other deciduous Trees were mixed
with evergreens. Every single Tree was emanating different shade of
light, gathering around itself various plants, mosses and lichens.
They mixed, they blended in each other, sharing their sap and
creating new kinds, usually existing only under the protecting light of Grove.

 

Sometimes they gathered around small clearing, lying down their long stems, making a perfect place to lie down and rest.

 

 Whoever came this far, tired after struggling through the thicket of mosses as high as bushes and bushes the size of small trees,
couldn't resist the temptation to take few steps towards the promise
of rest. These were the last steps in his life. The green/rainbow
colored carpet was opening up, revealing for a moment the dark
water, uttering a gulping sound and closing above the daredevil.
Yes, just to pass through the Saint Grove was an impossible and exhausting feat, if one did not know what path to take.

Of course that was exactly the Trees' intention.

The only intelligent beings that could move around the holy place
without fear were the servants of gods, the Astaris. They were the caretakers for Trees and animals of Grove, guarding its borders and offering help to every creature that needed it in the Trees' opinion. In exchange, the Astaris found in this holy land, an asylum during the bad times and friends that accepted them in spite of their appearance, customs or mistakes. It looked like the perfect solution for both sides… but only on the surface.

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A man walking in the Grove tried very hard to not hear the soft
complains of high, ancient beings. Growling under his breath with
irritation, he moved the creepers and twigs away from his path.

 

"You should help me with cleaning the path at least, after all I
overslept to the meeting because of you." Heero said to the constant presence in the back of his head, scowling at a stubborn bramble.
The leaves shook, the earth grumbled and all plants drew aside creating a straight road disappearing somewhere in distance in front from the man. "Thank you. Now the rest will depend on me." Heero smirked, concentrated and shifted. Few seconds later a big white wolf was running on the road. Behind him the greenery was returning to its previous place.

After an hour of running he finally spotted the first gate of the
Center. Engraved in white stone and entangled with two Trees the gate looked like sophisticated creation of nature. Its use was betrayed by two Astaris standing at attention in front of it. They were in their humanoids forms, tails slightly bristled in fear and disgust marking them as wolf-shifters.

 

Sighing inwardly, Heero shifted to his Astaris form and made his
stance the most arrogant he could manage. As usual, it worked and the guards looked nervously at each other and took a more submissive appearance.

 

 "What are you here for?"

 

Right… never judge the book by the cover… or something like that.
Heero sighed again and went to the second stage.

 

"Out of my way! I'm here to meet with the Council." Heero glared at
the more insolent guard and straightened up, cursing for nth time. His glare was more successful in making the entrance possible.

 

 Guards stepped back bending their heads in submission and drawled, "As you wish…sir."

 

 The sorcerer decided to ignore the malice and save his strength for the Councilors. The meeting had started ten minutes ago and it would be ten more before he would come across the threshold of the town hall. He was sure as hell that the Council would not take it easy on him.

 

They never had.

"Exile Heero Yuy, an alpha sorcerer, has arrived." The guard near the door announced with standard form and moved over to let Heero
come in. Eyes of twenty-eight Councilors turned his way, scrutinizing disheveled his clothes, mussed hair and the man himself.

 

Heero bowed slightly and went to sit on his place. The layers of
dirt and dust showed how much the cleaners cared for his comfort
over years of his absence. Knitting his brows, the sorcerer looked around in search for a clean chair. As he expected, all of them were
occupied by smirking Astaris.

 

 Steeling himself to not show an annoyance, he knocked the heavy chair over so it was lying on its side and sat on the narrow part of the seat. That done he looked expectantly at the oldest of all Astaris, chairman Hagaard. The expressionless look of the exiled man met with equally expressionless face of the chairman that he remembered, in a time when humans were still living in the Saint Grove.

"Bring the chair for alpha Yuy, please." Hagaard said, breaking the silence.

 

The guard left to grant the councilor's request. Some of the councilors exhaled, shifting in their seats and soon
started to softly murmur and glance at the newcomer. Sitting on the new chair brought by delta `the most uncomfortable he could find in such a short time, I'm sure of it' Heero put on his most inscrutable expression and tried discretely to straighten his clothes. Seeing the men loosen up, Hagaard nodded at alpha Rhoen giving him
permission to begin.

 

 

"Alpha Yuy, when did you get the notification about today's
meeting?"

So it has begun…

"I'm sincerely sorry for my lateness. The notification was given to
me a month ago and I have no excuse for not getting here on time. I
can only say that I tried very hard to make it. Again I'm sorry for
wasting the time of the Council and I seek forgiveness."

"The Council will consider your plea and give you the answer in the
right time. Now let's start with the main reason you were called. Do you know this reason?"

"Yes, alpha Rhoen. I read in the notification about a spouse or
spouses being chosen for me by the Council. I admit that a decision of that nature was quiet unexpected. I was sure that after your refusal to my marriage two thousand years ago this matter would not be taken into consideration again."

"The Council never intended to let the one in our care live his life
without the help or caring of loving spouses." The irony of that
statement didn't escape Heero's notice. "Our delay was caused by the concern with finding suitable candidates willing to choose this path
of life. As those candidates were selected, we called you here to
meet with them and approve or disapprove our choice."

 

Squeezing the hope growing from the plural form, Heero bowed
slightly by the councilor's words. He didn't need the word stressed to understand that whatever or whoever the Council picked out for him, he wasn't in the position to say no. `Well, unless it'll be some orc with a mental handicap,' he thought gloomily.

"I appreciate your concern for me and my well-being and I assure you that I'll always have it in my memory." `Well… that wasn't a lie. Without their decision to recognize me as the Astaris all those years ago, I surely would be dead by now. But it would be much better if their next decision wasn't to excommunicate me immediately'

"We hope you will…" the mutter came to the sorcerer from the right.

 

 He called on his willpower to stop the rising smile and asked, "When will I meet my fiancés?"

 

 The innocent question created astonishing reaction. Hagaard clenched his teeth with audible snap, the Councilors started to shift
nervously, coughing, burying their noses in books, polishing their
claws and generally pretending they were not here, guards at the door giggled openly while alpha Rhoen managed to utter "Yyy…eh…agh…ghmm…".

Heero stayed silent waiting calmly for the room to quiet. He suspected some sort of trap aimed to embarrass or demean him when he
read the notice and now it looked like his suspicions were proven
right. It would help though if he could solve the mystery of the embarrassment of the Councilors. They surely weren't looking like they were having fun.

Rhoen's choking subsided a little and the alpha straightened with a bright red face.

 

"I apologize for this. Errm… as for your question, alpha Yuy, I'm
afraid we have some trouble with organizing the meeting between you
and your fiancés. They… ahhh… refused to leave the room they're in."

`Nothing strange here. Who would want to meet the infamous damned
sorcerer? At least I know they're sane. Now to establish their race…' He was bitterly amused by the thoughts that crossed his mind but they disappeared when Hagaard took the floor.

"Alpha Yuy, we assure you that the reason of this disobedience has
nothing to do with your status of exile. The problem lays in the
necessity to separate one of your fiancés from the community. Two
remaining deltas decided to stay with him to, as they put it 'cheer
the little one up a bit'. We urged them… forcefully… to abandon
this decision, but our attempts were ineffective. They asked for you
to come to the isolation room, though." Hagaard clasped his mouth together and sat on the chair making it squeak.

Heero felt the hope grow again. There were three fiancés, all of
them Astaris. And the need to isolate one of them could mean that it was inappropriate for him to walk among others. Of course, there was dozens of other possible reasons for him to be isolated, but maybe,
just maybe it was because of the delta's profession. Could it be
that the Council for the first time kept the promise given to him
two thousands years ago and included Trowa in the group of his future spouses?

 

 He knew that his promise made to the quiet prostitute with the sad
eyes ages ago was very uncommon and rather shocking for the Council, but what wasn't uncommon and shocking when it came to the half-breed
Astaris?

When he met Trowa Barton twenty centuries ago, he was on the verge of death from the wounds inflicted by orcs' hooks and troll's clubs.
The badly smelling prostitute was the only one that got the courage
and compassion to help the dying outcast. The time spent in a small room with prostitute stinking of every single customer he had ever been with was the best time of sorcerer's life. He didn't get used to the Trowa's smell - after nearly four hundreds years of prostitution he was reeking so much that he had problems with finding new customers. He didn't come to like the sunken bed, which was stinking almost like it's owner and which he had to share
with over a billion little creatures. What pulled him in, was the calm concern and silent support given by the fallen delta.

 

 

For the first time in his life, he felt like he could relax around someone else and not be afraid of cruel words or contemptuous smirks. There weren't many conversations between them, but they managed to share their hopes and fears. When he got better and realized the catastrophic situation Trowa was in he offered his help. Knowing that becoming a prostitute wasn't Trowa's decision and realizing how much he got used to this almost imperceptible ( if you didn't count the smell ) presence, Heero asked Trowa to marry him.

He refused.

Confronted with the accusation of hating the sorcerer just like the
rest of the world, the prostitute revealed his fears. Heero was an exile, but he was still an Astaris alpha. It would surely be good for Trowa to marry a person able to overcome the stench and give him his own smell, the big plus was also the alpha's money. Even without those advantages Heero still was a nice and caring person interesting to talk to and with a unique sense of humor. But for Heero, that marriage meant the end of hope for social
interactions.

 

 Every alpha had duties toward the community, namely to marry the delta with high social status and produce three children at least. Even if Heero managed to change the prostitute's smell he still wouldn't be able to change the past and Trowa's status. After weeks of discussing the matter the sorcerer came to the Council and asked for permission to marry Trowa Barton, the prostitute from fourth quarter.

 

The council gave him hell.

 

Being reminded about the conditions of his exile Heero had to bow to
their will and promise that he would never meet with Trowa again. But since alpha Yuy was a stubborn bastard he extracted the promise from the Council saying that when they would be deciding about the
identities of the exile's spouses, the one and only, Trowa Barton would be among them as the last husband.

 

Since that time, he saw Trowa only once and it was to pass on the Council's decision, he assured the delta of his sincerity and gave him the self-filling pouch. With his bad smell - typical for all prostitutes - Trowa would need the isolation for sure. Should he hope that the promise he gave to the tall delta would be fulfilled?

Heero recovered from his musings and brought his attention back to
the room he was currently in. Most of the Councilors around him were
arguing about the impertinence of the deltas, while the rest were
looking at him waiting for his reaction. The freshly-made fiancé smirked and stood up, causing the Astaris to break their discussions.

"Well, shall I go then?" With those words said, he headed for the exit.

"Alpha Yuy, wait!" Rhoen's words halted him in his tracks. "I'll go
with you to introduce you to them. Without it, the welcome may be a
bit… eventful." Heero nodded once and waited for the alpha to draw level with him. Together they proceed towards the isolation room.

 

Before the separation house gathered about fifty Astaris. They were
laughing and cheering for someone inside of the room on the ground
floor. Through the window to the said room were flying fresh eggs,
apples, some strange instruments and occasionally a beta warrior or
two.

Growling under his breath Rhoen made his way through the people.
Sensing the smell of the alphas, the small crowd parted but didn't go away. Inside the building was another small crowd, this time made up of betas armored with nets and long sticks. They were visibly trying to catch something from inside the room, but its occupant wasn't letting it go without a fight. Taking the number of men that were thrown through the window and the number of deltas that met him in the town hall - the deltas were definitely winning.

 

Heero's smirk become wider at the thought of the characters of the
people making such a mess.

 

"That's enough, warriors. The fiancé of those three has come, you
may go home." Rhoen took the initiative and ushered Heero in. Passing by tired betas, the two alphas heard the comments like "they're insane", "thank gods it's over", "never again…" or "he may be the damn murderer but I can bet those three will kill him faster than a band of rabid trolls…"

 

 

The sight that welcomed them inside was truly worthy of being called
the battlefield. Broken glass and dishes were mixed with squashed food and a few unconscious betas. In the center of the mess were standing two cat-deltas: first with dragon's features, tiger's ears, black paws and a tail, clad in white clothes and with an elfish sword in his hands; the second with amazing purple-blue eyes, clad in black and with parts of a black panther, smiling shyly at Heero.
The third occupant of the room was young blond puma-delta sitting in a bed and smelling of the few people that clearly had some fun with
him in the past. The smell gave no doubts that the fun was only one-
sided.

 

`No Trowa, those bastards lied to me again!' Heero didn't let his
blank mask slip.

"Alpha Yuy, let me introduce to you your fiancés: your future first
husband, Chang Wufei, the eldest son of the dragon-Shifter Chang."
The dark haired delta bowed respectfully to the sorcerer.

 

 

"Future second husband, Duo Maxwell from the Maxwell Orphanage. He's
half-banshee." `That'll explain the unusual reddish coloring… but why do I feel like I miss something… I must've heard something about

him, but what and when?' Thought Heero as his fiancé bowed politely,
revealing the long braid and smiled again.

 

"And future third husband, Quatre Raberba Winner, the only son of
beta warrior Winner, he's half-human and as you can see he was
currently raped." Heero and his fiancés flinched at the harsh words. Quatre's lips trembled, his hands crumpling the sheets.

`Bastard! But something is wrong with the three of them, I can tell.
Wasn't Chang engaged with someone else? And why have I never heard of Winner's son, only about daughters? As for Duo… orphaned half-
banshee… purple eyes… this description matches…'

 

 Heero felt his fist clenching and face going pale, although his expression didn't change. "And this is your future husband, alpha Heero Yuy, the exile." Rhoen said and ended
the presentation.

 

"Hello, alpha Yuy. It's nice to meet you." Duo's shy smile widened a
little.

 

 

With his teeth clenched Heero barked one word, "Shinigami." And he watched the smile disappear from that beautiful face…

 

 

 

TBC...