Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ the Inheritance ❯ the Inheritance - chapter 4a ( Chapter 5 )

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Chapter 4 a

The silence in the room was deafening. Five figures standing in the small space measured each other with curious and hostile glances. Heero scanned his fiancÃ©s, then the messy room, the fiancÃ©s again and finally turned to Rhoen.

“I hope they're not the only fiancÃ©s I'm going to marry,” Heero reminded cuttingly, breaking the tense atmosphere. Only after the flinches from the deltas he realized how his words might've been understood.

“Oh no, the last one will arrive tomorrow morning if we correctly estimated the time. We had some troubles with finding him, but eventually we managed to locate him with the group of the nomadic human conjurers. At the news about your approaching marriage, he declared himself to come back immediately. So you should have no worries about the Council not fulfilling our agreement,” said Rhoen while looking at Heero with the reproach.

Heero, unconcerned by the glare, nodded shortly and turned his attention to his fiancÃ©s. He felt that some explanations were in order.

“By my earlier words I didn't mean that I disapprove of you. I only wanted to remind alpha Rhoen about Trowa Barton, who has been my fiancÃ© for two thousand years. The Council made the promise that he'll be my last husband. Since I didn't see him with you I was concerned about the Council's…” Heero glanced quickly at the frowning Rhoen. “Memory,”
finished the sorcerer.

Turning back to the deltas he fixed his eyes on the Shinigami. The long-haired delta was smiling again, but his eyes were hard and wary. 'As if my life wasn't complicated enough…' sighed mentally Heero.

“Shinigami,” he repeated his earlier words, but this time with less venom.

“Yeah, that's me, so?” Maxwell's voice was as provocative as his stance. Heero felt that all of his alpha's instincts were itching to teach this disrespectful delta some manners. He suppressed those urges with difficulty and turned to delta Chang.

“Dragon,” stated Heero.

The aristocrat looked like he was barely managing to hold back some vicious retort. With clenched teeth and ironic expression the young Astaris nodded shortly, somehow turning this gesture of submission and respect into something completely opposite. Heero ignored the provocation again and turned to the last delta.

“Winner.”

In contrast to the previous responses, the young blond bowed his head and tried to make himself as imperceptible as it was possible in his condition. Heero noticed with some amusement that other deltas moved to stand between him and the puma-shifter.

Yes, Heero's reputation was far ahead of him, like always. For a moment the sorcerer considered abandoning the whole affair, getting away from the people who judged him in advance and holing up somewhere in the Horse's territory for the rest of his life. And like many
other times when those thoughts came, he quickly threw them aside. He wasn't the one to quit the task in the middle of carrying it out, even when it was a hopeless case. And besides, now it was too late.

`Take the God of Death, Dragon aristocrat, Winner's spoiled brat and one quiet prostitute; put them into the detested outcast's life. Add some oaths, long life and one bed to season it to taste. And then roast it slowly on the fires of distrust and fear. What a wonderful recipe for
life… Damn, I should have eaten the supper and breakfast.' Heero let this part of his mind wander freely and wildly in every direction. His more focused part was in the meantime noticing the small things in his fiancÃ©s.

The way Maxwell's eyes seemed to change their color, depending on his mood and the brightness of the sun. The graceful movements of Chang, his familiarity with the sword and the
way he kept his back turned to the wall, which told Heero about his, unusual for the delta, training. The flicker of the delta's innocently blue eyes from under the blond hair; their glance quick, intelligent and cunningly assessing. The strands of Dragon's hair that came out from the painfully tight ponytail and that flooded freely around the sharp features - their blackness changing into blue and red shades when meeting with the sunbeam. The pulled out claws, the slender muscles gaping from the torn black sleeve, the constantly moving eyes of the street child. The nicely shaped, long legs currently half-bended on the bed. The growing discomfort of the deltas…Â Â Â Â Â
“Hn,” grunted Heero and turned back towards the door, missing the way the others jumped slightly at the sound.

From behind the cracked frame, the curious faces of the betas were peeking.

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`There's no way in hell that I'll talk with the deltas here. With the betas listening and Rhoen smirking and throwing the unwanted comments, the meeting will surely end withÂ bloodshed. I need some quiet, isolated room. And the Rhoen's protests be damned! I'm going to have my
way.'Â

“You,” he pointed to one of the warriors. The chosen one looked around in the desperate hope for some other `you' standing in his place. The space around him quickly became clear of the other potential victims.“Bring some decent food and beverage to the room above us. Now!” Heero added forcefully, seeing the hesitant look the beta sent to Rhoen. The warrior gulped and quickly vanished behind the corridor.

“Now listen, Yuy! What do you think you're doing?! These deltas are still…”

“Alpha Rhoen,” interrupted Heero looking askance at the glaring Councilor. “I would like to spend some time with my fiancÃ©s. Alone. According to the law, I have one private hour with every fiancÃ©, which makes three undisturbed hours. Or the Council changed something in this matter?”

Rhoen grinded some curse in his mouth. “No, nothing was changed. You have three hours to get to know your future husbands. But not when it comes to your last fiancÃ©. The council
decided that you know him enough and surely in more profound way than it's necessary.”

Heero ignored the malicious insinuation and tilted his head a bit, giving the impression that his attention was fixed completely on the deltas.
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“Come with me,” he said quietly and stepped outside. After a short while, he heard the sounds of the deltas applying to his command.

Leaving behind the pissed off alpha, he lead his fiancÃ©s between the staring betas, up the stairs and into the nice, clean room. Not turning to look at the deltas, he crossed the small space between the door and the window and closed the shutters. That done, he moved to the narrow wardrobe and checked it. Looking at the low bed, he decided that it was impossible to hide under it and only then he chose one wobbling chair and sat on it, turning his back to the wall and his face to the deltas standing near the door.

“Sit down,” still using the quiet voice, Heero pointed the bed.Â

The three packed near the wall deltas looked at each other uncertainly and then the two of them moved towards the bed simultaneously. After the two steps both stopped abruptly and seized each other with the challenge.Â

`Maxwell and Chang,' noted Heero with the resignation.`Two dominating personalities. Their social positions in the community are the same, but Chang takes the precedence over Maxwell in this marriage. Still, Maxwell is the God and Chang has the duty of serving him. The checkmate. Let it turn into the fight or cut it short?'

Both Heero's musings and the glaring-turning-into-pissing contest were cut short by the timid knocking. When Heero stood up and went to the door, his fiancÃ©s hurried to step out of his way, the precedence matter forgotten in the danger of the sorcerer brushing against them.

Not sparing a glance to the skittish deltas, Heero opened the door and took the tray from the nervous beta. Before he managed to ask him about some plates, the warrior ran away with his tail between legs.

“Coward,” Heero murmured, closing the door and drawing the bolt with one
hand.

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Not wanting to give the deltas the time to move, he quickly crossed the room and put the tray on the bed. After choosing for himself one chicken leg and a few slices, he sat again on the chair, giving his fiancÃ©s the space.

“Sit down and help yourself,” Heero pointed to the tray with the chicken leg. The looks the younger deltas gave suggested that they classified it as some kind of new and very dangerous weapon.

“It's safe to eat; I didn't curse the food or tray. But if you're not
hungry, you can just sit on the bed. It's uncomfortable to look up at
you when I'm sitting,” the sorcerer said between the bites.

Seeing that deltas were looking uncertainly at each other he turned away his eyes, knowing what kind of effect they had on the people. He wanted to break the ice, not create the glacier.

`Sit down,' he urged them mentally a few seconds later, when they weren't moving.

”We have only three hours and we should get with each other comfortable enough to start the bound during the ceremony. If you don't sit up I won't answer your questions nor I'll ask mine. So if you could decide quickly to sit…” Heero finished the leg and stood up. For he didn't spot
the bin in the room, he went to the window and opened one shutter. The sound of the panicked movement caused him to lean out quickly.

He came eye to eye with one of the terrified betas.

Looking down he could see the equally pale faces of the two betas that together with the first one created the wobbling tower. Around the eavesdroppers gathered the rest of the warriors and the previously cheering crowd, now all group silent, gawking stupidly and retreating slowly.
Some of them were already disappearing behind the bushes or running down the road.

Heero fixed his eyes back on the nearest beta and growled at the menace. Five seconds later he could see only the dust raised by the running off Astaris.

The alpha stoically threw away the bone and closed the shutter again. When he turned the fiancÃ©s were sitting on the bed, looking at him with some surprise or glaring at the window.Â Â Â Â Â

“Hn,” he commented the event and took his seat again. His movements were followed by the three pairs of the wary eyes. When the silence was prolonging, Heero decided to start the conversation again.

“According to the law I should start with introducing myself, but you already know who I am. I think that we can skip this part and go to the more informal things like asking questions. I would like to ask my questions as the last one and I think I'll need about an hour. The rest of
the three hours… now two and three quarters… is yours. So ask and I'll answer my best. Who wants to start?”
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The deltas looked at each other again and then turned towards him.

“Is this true that you killed the two armies at the age of fifteen?” Fired Chang.

Heero froze.

“You idiot,” the muffled, but still clear and angry hiss came to him from the bed. “Look what you've done! You pissed him off and now he's going to kill us with some painful curse. Smooth move, Chang, very smooth.” Those words knocked the sorcerer's senses back.

There was no doubt now that his fiancÃ©s were the group of the individuals. He should expect more of this kind of questions in the future and by the Chang's stubborn look, he will have to find some satisfying answers. Maybe even - and he abandoned this thought long ago - he would tell them the truth. And maybe they'll believe…

`Right. Just like everyone else. Hold onto the reality Yuy and stop dreaming. The Council gave you more freedom with your husbands than with the rest of the world, but not enough to convince them. And they're not those husbands yet. Tell them that piece of shit you have to repeat every time someone ask you about your past and get over it.'

“Yes, I killed them,” Heero's perfectly monotone voice interrupted the Maxwell's reproach.
He instantly had the delta's attention. Winner and Maxwell looked at each other and Chang furrowed his brows.

“Why?”

It was Heero's turn to stare at his fiancÃ© with surprise. `I don't believe…'

“Chang Wufei, do you know that is the first time anybody asked me this question?” The alpha answered with his own question.

“It means that you didn't have the luck to meet the thinking people before,” calmly stated the dragon-shifter. “Will you tell me why did you kill them?”

Heero smirked bitterly.

“I'd want to, but I can't. The one of the conditions of my exile states that I can't answer to most of the questions about the murder. Your question is the one I could answer to only the Council or my husband.”

“Is that a bribe, alpha Yuy? Marry me and I'll answer your questions?” Shinigami's ironic words made Heero put his mask on.

“It's not a bribe, Shinigami Maxwell. And even if it wasÂ it'd have been the bribe of a dubious value. Marry me and I'll give you the insight into the madness? Would you go for something like that?” Heero answered, all the time looking straight into the delta's eyes. Maxwell fidgeted and turned his gaze away.

“No, I wouldn't,” he admitted. “But it still sounded like a bribe to me. Maybe you would tell us everything you can about the murder you committed and all events related to it? This way it'd spare us some time and questions…”

Since the delta's proposition sounded reasonably, Heero nodded and said “It won't be much information. I was in the Kamui's camp when the two armies faced each other. I've lost my senses and in the one powerful rush of the magical energy I killed both armies. There were no survivors except for me. Four days later I was found by the United Race's Army's back patrol. They sent me to the Saint Grove where I was found by the Astaris. The Council knew who I was but they still acknowledged me as the Astaris. In the next sentence of their speech they exiled me and set the conditions that have ruled my life since then.“
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The deltas pondered on the sorcerer's words. They put in the one tale something, that all little Astaris heard in the more fanciful parts as the good night story. They also showed how many holes were in this tale.

“Can you tell us what were you doing in Kamui's camp? Or what caused you to lose your senses? And how did the Council knew who you were? Did they have the spies in the army?” The first words uttered by the Winner were delivered in the nice, smooth and still a bit childish voice.

`Damn, I hope he's not underage. I don't want to be seen as some kind of sexual deviant,' worried alpha.

“No, I can't answer those questions. As I said earlier, this is all I can reveal before the wedding. And it's not a bribe,” Heero shot a look at the Shinigami, seeing the God was getting ready to say something. His remark earned him an amused and honest smile.

Heero blinked a few times, trying to get over the strange feelings this smile evoked.

Making use of the momentary silence, Duo took his turn in asking the questions.

“Actually, I wanted to ask where are you living. And is that true that you helped the Emperor Kusherenada in gaining his position and then you helped with building the City of Wonders? And are you working for him? Or maybe you're living from the profits your lands and possessions are giving you? And how rich are you exactly? What?” The last question was
directed to Quatre, who nudged him in the ribs.

“You don't ask this kind of questions,” the quiet reprimand was heard perfectly in the silent room.Â Â Â Â Â

“I just asked,” pointed Duo.

“But it was rude,” insisted Quatre.

“Most of the questions we asked here are rude. Why mine should be better?”
To this retort Quatre couldn't find an answer.

“I'm living in the City of Wonders,” Heero decided that it was time for him to talk. “In the annex to the Emperor's Palace, to be exact. Yes, I helped Treize to become the Emperor and for that he employed me. As his employee, I designed and managed the process of building the
Imperial City. I'm still working for him and I'm paid fairly well. My other sources of money are also profitable so I can honestly say that I'm rich. Very rich,” he added after the consideration.Â

“What exactly are you doing for the Emperor?” quickly asked Chang. It seemed that the sack with the questions was opened widely and now the deltas wanted to fully use the time they had.

“Many things. I still manage the City, but aside from that I have to be the Emperor's eyes and ears, especially during the parties or the meetings with the aristocrats. I have to see every anxiety and point it to him. I have to make the dangerously looking faces and movements when his opponents are behaving too aggressively. When the guests are bored it's
in my hands to create some entertainment, usually the fireworks or some magical tricks. When the Emperor's doing something stupid it's my task to tell it to him, in the way that he won't be offended and will listen. Which is the hardest duty of them all,” Heero admitted.

“So you're something between the spy and the jester, only without the funny clothes,” summed up Duo.

Heero watched with the stony face as Winner and Chang were biting their lips to prevent the eruption of laughing.Â Â Â Â

“I prefer the term `the court sorcerer,'” he answered stoically.

After Heero's words Quatre and Duo busted with laughter while Chang bit mouth in the attempt to remain control.Â Â Â Â Â
Heero waited till the amused and a bit hysteric sounds turned into the deep and shaken breathing. He used the pause to grab another leg from the plate. Munching on it he allowed himself to relax a little. So far the meeting wasn't going as bad as he feared. In fact, they were
interacting fairy well, given the conditions.Â

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Almost an hour before the end of the meeting the atmosphere in the room was fairly… well, not friendly, but not hostile either. The tray, long time cleaned by the Astaris and forgotten, was lying on the floor. The tree deltas were occupying the bed in more casual way, specifically with Duo sprawled on his stomach, Quatre leaning against the headboard and Wufei sitting cross-legged near the Duo's head. Heero also abandoned the distance he established at the beginning. His chair was standing now near the bed and the sorcerer himself was
leaning forward, explaining the origin of his name.

After going through the favorite colors, favorite food, favorite drinks, favorite season, preferred style of fighting, favorite musical instrument, favorite race, political preferences, his meeting with Trowa, his best traits, his worst faults and many other things that were hard to answer to, simply because he never thought about most of them - the question about his name seemed easy. Of course, he underestimated his fiancÃ©'s inquiring abilities.

Right now, they were once more brushing against the forbidden topics.

“So why not your father's name? You said that you knew who was your father, right?” dwelled Duo. He was propped on the elbows and playing with his braid, the relaxed stance in the contrast with his piercing gaze.

Heero watched with the growing fascination as the young orphan brushed the end of his braid against his cheek… chin… near the pale, but full mouth…

“Yes, I knew him and he knew about my existence. But he didn't…” alpha caught the words in the last moment.

The braid stopped his movement and those tempting lips pouted in the disappointment.Â Â Â Â Â Â

“He didn't what?” the interrogation, noticed Heero, was turning more and more ruthless. To the playing of the braid and lips were added the dance of the eyelashes and the smooth caress of the hand on the bed covers.

The sorcerer gritted his teeth in the attempt to hide the fact that he was celibate for far too long and that the delta's moves were having a specific impact on him.

“I can't tell you, it's against the rules of my exile,” he stuttered out, just likeÂ nearly every one of the last questions.

“Alpha Yuy, I'm sure that there's some way to give us a hint of the answer,” probed Quatre with the gentle smile that lightened up the room.

`The band of the executioners' thought, not without the admiration, Heero. His normally perfect control was slipping away, faced with the methods used be the interrogating deltas.

At the beginning, the conversation was almost monotonous, with the deltas' questions proceeded by the alpha's answer that usually began with, “I don't know, I never though about it”. Then the fiancÃ©s would have asked the “auxiliary” questions, after which Heero finally would have managed to say something satisfying enough. And the process would begin again.
After the first hour though, Duo found a way to gain more precise and revealing answers without resorting to the physical tortures.

Well, Heero could argue about the classifying the new method as the non-torturous category.Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â

Out of the frustration and nervousness the half-banshee started to play with his hair.
At first it was the innocent tug on the bangs of the fringe. Then it was twining the braid into the figure of eight and some simple knots. And that was the moment when the sorcerer slipped out that his bearer was also in the Kamui's camp. For that revelation the fiancÃ©'s head
snapped up to stare at the stiffened alpha.

The alpha whose eyes were still glued to the chestnut braid, in that moment tied into the bow.

The gaze was quickly averted, but the Shinigami caught the trail. During the next minutes they learned that the alpha hated the Council (not a safe thing to say, no matter who or where you were), was familiar with the Place of the Meetings (what was forbidden for the exile) and hated
the parsley (that admission seemed to be the most mortifying for the sorcerer).

Duo's method was quickly noticed by the other deltas and the sorcerer himself. Soon the Winner's son joined with his bright smiles and the atmosphere improved considerably.
The questioning turned into the flirtatious play between the exile and his divine fiancÃ©, to Heero's great amazement and disbelief.

The exiled murderer for the first time in his life was being teased. And, to add to the surrealism, by the delta that two hours earlier was almost jumping out of his way to prevent the slightest touch…Â Â

Heero shifted slightly and tried not to think about the consequences if the Council managed to found out what was being said in that room. He so muchÂ had not wanted to explain the reason for his unwelcome slips.

“No, I can't. Any form of answering to those questions, including the camouflaged or non-camouflaged hints, is forbidden by the rules…” he started to answer to the blonde's question.

“Of your exile,” the chorus of the two deltas interrupted him.Â

“If you know the answer, why do you keep asking?” Heero felt the sudden irritation. Those two were chewing on the subject like the dog on the old bone. His consolations were the facts that Chang apparently didn't share the need to ask the useless questions, and that the time of the
delta's questions was almost finished.Â Â

“There's always a way to gain the answer. Asking questions is an easiest means to find that way,” Maxwell smiled mischievously and curled a few loose strands on his finger.

Heero shifted his eyes to the third delta, which for some time only listened and scrutinized. The silence of the Dragon, the sharp contrast to the behavior of the other fiancÃ©s, held something alluring for the tired alpha. `If only those two were more like Chang and Barton,' thought Heero longingly.

The alpha's focus on the aristocrat brought the attention of the silently chattering fiancÃ©s.

“Hey, Wufei…” began Maxwell in the theatrical whisper. “Looks like you catch our fiancÃ©'s fancy.”

Chang Wufei stiffened, blushed and roared, “Maxwell!! You have no honor!!”

Heero stifled the moan and resisted the urge to hide his face in hands. `And thereÂ goes my hope for the future. Why the hell are the most of the people with the interesting personalities in my life are always the loudest furies or daredevils?'

Looking at the scene on the bed, with two deltas arguing and the third trying to calm them down, Heero was feeling very tired. He wasn't used to so many intense feelings, currently evoked by his fiancÃ©s. Damn, but he usually managed to nip them in the bud! The emotional whirl he found himself in was causing him a headache. And to make things worse, he knew that it was only the beginning.

`Damn, damn, damn…' the sorcerer chanted in his head, since the conditions of his exile prevented him from using the stronger words. `I'm starting to react to them, both emotionally and physically. This means that the process of the bonding has already begun. And if the bonds are forming so early it means that those deltas are meant for me. The same was with Trowa, although I'm not sure if he knew that. I think that those three also are not aware of this fact. Damn, I can't just tell them about the bond; it's something they have to realize by themselves. And with their opinion about me, it's going to take them ages…'

The arguing calmed down and so Heero abandoned this train of thoughts. They didn't bring anything constructive and he didn't have the time nor the desire to be immersed into the pointless musings.Â Besides, it was his time to ask the questions.

“I see that you solved your problem. That's good because I want you to tell me why you became my fiancÃ©s and was that decision took up by your free will?”

On Heero's words the deltas fell silent and returned to exchanging the nervous glances. This behavior gave Heero the answer, but he still waited for the deltas to speak. Finally it was Maxwell who spoke for all of them.

“In the shortcut, we were all blackmailed. I was brought upÂ in the Maxwell Orphanage and the Council said that it'll be closed if I'm disobedient. Wufei and Quatre were also blackmailed… in a sort… I think…” he cast the asking glance at the rich deltas. The Chang's expression didn't
change, but Winner gave a small smile that looked apologetic. “Anyway, they gave their words that they won't tell the reason behind their - if it was their, which I doubt - decisions. Their tongues will be undone after the marriage. So it looks like you won't get much from us too. Payback time,” Duo's impish grin was in Heero's opinion very self-satisfied.

Looking at the delta intently he realized that the little orphan was far more relaxed than in the beginning. His pose on the bed was inconvenient for defense; his tail was wagging slowly, instead of lying limp to not draw the attention; his ears were perked up - not lowered on the
both sides of the head, like when he entered the room. And his eyes were… Heero tilted his head a little, trying to have a better look. Were they really violet? At the first time he thought they were more bluish and he was sure that after being called Shinigami, the delta had red
eyes…

`I haven't slept enough,' decided Heero and turned towards the blonde and black-haired deltas. Those two were also more relaxed, although not as much as Maxwell. `And their eyes aren't changing the color,' calmed down Heero.

“Do you always take so much time to look at people and toÂ give them the response?” sarcastically inquiredÂ the Dragon heir.

“Hn. Your time for asking questions ended already. You should've asked this question earlier,” Heero didn't lose his composure.

“Then ask your questions, don't stare at us!” snarled Chang.

Heero squinted his eyes. Being the temperamental Dragon was the one thing. Being the insolent delta was another. The sorcerer was an outcast and this kind of patronizing treatment was something he was used to, but not from someone who soon was to became his husband.
Being an alpha Astaris, he still held some power over the aristocrat and he wasn't going to let it be taken from him.

“I'll stare as long as I like, if I like,” Heero let the growl lurk in the undertone. “And I suggest that you get used to it, if you want… or have to become my husband.”

“I can't cancel this engagement, but you can. Why won't you do that? I prefer to spend rest of my life solitaire, with the label of the 'unwanted so unworthy' than suffer in the marriage with the mad, boorish, uncultured, exiled sorcerer!” the last insults were shouted by the
tiger-shifter.

Heero's head was pulsing in the rhythm of his heartbeat. “I would cancel it if I could. But my situation is similar to yours. The Council decides when and whom I'm marrying and I have practically no possibility to refuse,” he kept his voice quiet and monotone to not increase the pain. He knew from the experience that the headache was usually the beginning of the more serious aches.

“Bullshit!” Roared Chang, jumping on his feet. His tail slashing wildly, the half-loose hairs and the fists clenching, he looked dangerously enough for Heero to growl.

This sound worked like the bucked of the cold water.Â

`Bad move. I want them to respect me, not to be afraid,' Heero's heart sank when he noticed the return of the delta's frightened poses. Especially the Winner's son looked like he suffered the headache… or the heartache, from the way he kept his palm near his chest.

`The spoiled child surely never was in contact with the bad side of life,' thought the exiled man with a touch of something, that a moment later he recognized as the jealousy. But he quickly remembered that the puma-shifter was lately making up for the defects in the education and with the escalated intensity. `Damn, but it's hard to not like this boy. His look is solely enough to win the sympathy. And he's quite cute in that innocently impish way of his. I wonder what he'll be like in the bed…oh no.'
This time Heero barely managed not to groan loudly. The bond was working again. He was already thinking about the wedding night. And in the time when his fiancÃ©s were ready to run away on the first sign of his dangerously looking movement.

“Delta Chang, I see no purpose in lying to you. But if you don't believe me, you can always ask the Council about the conditions of my exile. In fact, I'll make sure that all of you'll receive these conditions this afternoon, so you'll be familiar with them by the time of the marriage. Of course, if you won't find the way to step away from the engagement first,” Heero promised, ignoring the slight sting the last sentence caused, and stood up. He was mildly surprised when deltas didn't jump on his movement. Apparently his earlier growl wasn't as menacing as he thought.`I'm losing my touch,' he thought with the wry amusement.Â Â Â Â Â Â ; Â Â Â Â Â

“Alpha Yuy, are you hurt?” The timid question made him realize that he was pacing with the slight limp. Apparently, the meeting was costing him more than he thought. The sorcerer stopped in half of the nervous step and willed his body to obey. `Over eight thousand years of practice and the self-control went away faced with those three devils,' Heero didn't know if he should be laughing or crying.

“No, I'm not hurt,” he answered calmly, not dwelling on the subject.

The deltas calmed a bit, seeing that the sorcerer was under control again. That reaction made Heero change his plans for the near future. It looked like teaching them respect had to wait. The main goal for now was to make them trust him and not fear him every time he reacts
negatively to their behavior.`No growling, scowling or barking for you, Yuy,' he decided.`It's time to socialize a bit and learn to make a good impression. Starting now.'