Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ the Inheritance ❯ the Inheritance - chapter 5 ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, Gundam Wing is not mine.

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: 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: I'm very, very sorry for being silent for so long. My private life was hell and I didn't have the internet for a year. I wrote during that time, though, so the story is definitely not abandoned. Thank you for the reviews! And again, sorry for making you wait.

 

Hellfire_angel - you're the best beta ever! Thank you! *hugs* ^____^

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

He could see them through the gap in the tent; they were walking in the glade, not trying to hide themselves. There were people working outside who saw them and recognized the characteristic gait. One of the workers ran into the tent.

 

He calmly heard the breathless man then sat near the cats, burrowing his hands and chin in their warm mane. He had few minutes of peace before their arrival.

The humans around were bustling about the daily matters, from time to time giving him quick glances as he was sitting motionless, silent, patient.

 

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Their message was short to the point. He lost hope for hearing those words some centuries ago. Now as he put his spare clothes in the small backpack and a few other belongings, he was repeating their words over and over till they shortened to the phrase

`Yuy is getting married.'

 

His hands were shaking heavily enough to hamper his packing so he took few deep breaths and tried to subside it.

The shaking was less prominent when he tied the knots, and when he stepped outside of the trailer and held a hand to the Chief it was steady.

He walked along the wall of patting hands and the voices of best wishes and stopped before Catherine.

Not sure how to proceed he stood waiting and thankfully she quickly took the initiative. A moment later, when his torso was clutched in the unsteady grasp and his shirt was quickly getting wet he wasn't so grateful anymore. When the sobs were getting louder he put his arms around the young woman and hugged her gently.

 

”Don't go...” Cathy's voice was thick and her grip was tightening. Gently, he took her arms from his waist and reluctantly she allowed him to do so.

 

“I have to... I want to” he corrected and added “I promised.”

 

She looked in his eyes and he didn't know what she was seeing. He trained hard to make his face as unreadable as it's possible, but sometimes she'd look at him like that and then smile slightly and every time he'd been almost sure that she's seeing something.

This time there was no smile, only the sigh and the small hand stroking his cheek soothingly.

 

“Promise me to take care of yourself, Trowa. Please...”

 

He nuzzled the hand shortly before giving the slight nod.

“Be well,” he took a step back and turned towards the two betas waiting in the shadow of the big tent. They shifted and broke into the run that their wolf forms could keep for the days without the break. Trowa also took his animal form and ran, not looking back.

 

 

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The rouge of dawn was mingling with the light of the Trees when he put his paws on the ground of the Center, first time after two thousands years of wandering.

 

Last time he was here the Astaris were decimated by the war with the West. The changes in the number of the citizens were reflecting on the number of the abandoned and wearing down buildings.

Now the same houses were clean and taken care of. The amount of the diapers and children's clothes drying on the lines stretched between the windows suggested that people were still trying to regenerate the breed - with the excess.

 

“Welcome back, Trowa,” the quietly spoken words made him stiffen. Sharply, he turned around and his eyes locked with the incredibly blue ones. Quickly he averted his gaze in fear of drowning in the intensity of the color. Trying to mask his unease he nodded slightly.

 

“Heero”

For a few seconds both Astaris stood before each other in silence.

 

“Did you come here to marry me or just to visit the old corners?” the direct question, so typical for the sorcerer, calmed Trowa more than he dared to admit. Time didn't change everything…

 

“If the proposition is still up-to-date…” Trowa carefully dropped the voice.

 

“Of course” those words were said in much more sure tone and accompanied by the loosening of the muscles in the alpha's frame. Trowa wasn't aware, until now, how tense his fiance had been.

 

“The ceremony will begin at noon in the Town Hall. The other fiances are there. The first one is Chang Wufei, the second is Duo Maxwell and the third is Quatre Raberba Winner. I told them about you and they're expecting your arrival in the Town Hall. Your clothes will be sent to you shortly before the wedding. I must go now.” Alpha nodded and disappeared in the narrow street.

 

One of the betas behind Trowa's back snorted.

“Oh, the sweet talking of the true love…”

 

Trowa allowed himself a quick twist of the ear and headed to the one of the most important places in the Center, his steps breezy and almost dancing.

 

 

An early hour of arrival allowed him to avoid most of the people in the Town Hall. The ones that weren't sleeping or busy somewhere else gave him the disdainful distance. Scowling or occasional whispers he ignored with the practiced indifference.

 

The guards led him to the luxurious room and left without a word but the relieved sights spoke to him enough. Too tired to do anything else Trowa used the adjoining room to relieve himself and take a quick shower - and it took some time to inspect the facility which, until today, he only heard of - and finally he dropped on the bed, not caring about anything.

 

 

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An hour before the ceremony found him blurry -eyed and hurrying after one of the human servants to prepare for the ceremony. The servant, whose poor sense of smell didn't deter him from sniffling over Trowa's crumpled looks, led him through the long hall to the room at the end of it.

 

This time the place was definitely more crowded, but near the end of the hall the breathing space was visibly larger. With Trowa's entrance the hushed conversations in the room faltered and the eyes of the five people inside regarded him curiously.

Trowa returned the gaze of each of the occupants successively.

 

Alpha Rhoen he recognized easily, although the second alpha standing near the Councilor had to be much younger, since his face was unfamiliar. In the other corner, placed strategically near the window were three deltas. The appearance of one of them, distinctively exotic, allowed Trowa to identify deltas as future husbands of Yuy.

 

“Alpha Rhoen, alpha,” Trowa gave a slight bow to one corner of the room.

To the second corner he nodded “Chang Wufei, Duo Maxwell, Quatre Raberba Winner” and waited for the reactions.

 

While knowing about others existence, until now he didn't stop and consider the implications of sharing a life and husband with someone who obviously came from the higher shelf of the society.

In his mind, in the rare occasions when he thought about it, the marriage with Yuy was somehow separated from the other husbands, whose black and white silhouettes were sketched in the inanimate background.

The moment he saw the shadows coming to life his predictions about the future became much more complicated. He knew his status and didn't have illusions about his position in this relationship, but if he's going to be met with open disapproval from the others...

 

The Dragon was first to answer with a curt nod and crisp “Trowa Barton.” This answer got a snort from the dark dressed panther-shifter.

 

“Hello, Trowa.” The measuring eyes pinned him in his place. “Good to see that you made it on time for the big show. I'm Duo and before someone whispers it to you in nearest corner as some dark secret - I'm the current God of Death. Before you start the screaming I hurry to assure you that the stories you heard about me are not doing the dread half of the justice.” The God grinned a bit maniacally.

 

Before Trowa had time to open his mouth the fair-haired aristocrat hissed and pulled the God of Death by the shirt fast enough to make him stagger.

“Hey!” the panther-shifter protested, but the hand grabbing his collar stunned him to silence.

 

“Duo, are you crazy?! Don't scare him like that! He's our future husband and now he'll be afraid of you!” The blonde pulled the shirt and Duo back and forth for the emphasis.

 

“Hey, hey, little one! Calm down! He doesn't look very scared!”

 

“I'm not scared” confirmed Trowa.

 

“See? He's... why aren't you scared?” The reddish eyes blinked childishly when the delta turned towards him with the second one still attached to his collar.

 

“Ow, Duo!” the blonde one - Winner - rubbed his ribs, where they connected with Maxwell's elbow.

 

“Sorry... wait, not sorry. You brought it on yourself, you brute.”

 

“Brute? Duo, how can you say that! What have I done to deserve such a harsh treatment?”

 

Trowa sighed and propped himself against the wall to watch the banter between the two... no, now three... for a while. `Who'd be afraid of Shinigami after this' he mused.

With every word and mocking growl the sketches in Trowa's mind were not only coming to life, but also gaining bright colors that gave his shady tones the place to conceal. The positions in the picture of his marriage changed, those vibrant deltas coming forward, Trowa himself shifting to the background.

The familiarity of the place brought back the clearness of his mind. From here he could perceive the subtle details in the behavior and relations without interruption

 

In their joking they were touching, but only with hands and above the waist. Snarling, but keeping their bodies in the overly relaxed stance, calling names, but not the ones that could hit near anyone's home. One of the words Duo started to say - he was sure of that - was the name of Trowa's old profession, but it swiftly became something else before the first syllable ended.

 

Yes, now he could see it. They were almost as strange to each other as he to them. They had a day, maybe a few, ahead of him in getting to know the others. But they weren't friends, yet. They were not a group closed by common experiences. There could still be a place for him between them.

 

The tall delta breathed deeply and allowed himself to became the part of the show - as a silent, but appreciating audience. The actors were slowly calming down, though.

 

“I hope this behavior won't be repeated during the ceremony” the sudden voice startled the deltas in the corner. Immediately they got close to each other and faced the displeased alphas. `Critics' identified Trowa.

 

“I don't know, it might show the dubious ones that at least mentally the fiances have something in common with the sorcerer” the younger alpha spat the last word. Rhoen frowned slightly.

 

“Please, don't suggest we have something in common with the Councilor Yuy, Councilor Brice.”

The exchange lost the momentum when the young alpha had to think about the meaning of delta's words. Rhoen raised eyes with exasperation.

 

“Alpha Brice, I think it's time to...” the older Councilor was cut abruptly by the furious growl.

“You little scrawny shit...I'll... I'll...”

 

“You'll, you'll...” mocked Duo and made a few dancing steps singing, “do I see someone's stick coming out of their ass? Do I see the cool Councilor as bold as a brass?”

 

“Maxwell...” sighed Chang.

 

“Maxwell!” choked Brice furiously trying to get free from other Alpha's grip.

 

”Alpha Brice, please calm yourself down! Your behavior is ridiculous. Truly, you could take the example of delta Barton in the matter of proper behavior.”

 

Trowa unexpectedly became the center of the attention. The wall was uncooperative when it came to melting with it, so he turned eyes at the floor and kept silent.

 

“You're comparing me to this... rag?” Many centuries passed since Trowa heard someone talk about him with this tone of the voice. He couldn't help but flinch.

 

“Alpha Brice! Please, watch your language! Delta Barton hasn't insulted you in any matter. I see no reason for you to not return the respect he showed to us so far.”

 

“Respect? He's just standing there stinking!”

 

“But st... anding with utter respect, I'm sure. Now could we please hurry up? The time is running and we have to talk about few things before the ceremony.”

The urgency in alpha's voice made everyone look at the world outside the window. The shadows were very short.

 

“Damn. What did you want to say to us? Make it quick, we still have to change in those wedding robes you...” Chang stepped on Maxwell's paw before he could continue.

 

“First thing - the order of taking the vows. First Chang Wufei, second Duo Maxwell, third Trowa Barton, fourth Quatre Raberba Winner.” Rhoen made the silencing gesture when Trowa moved from the wall. “I know what we said all those years ago. The condition of your marriage was to be the last husband. The circumstances are different though. The Council decided to make you the third husband and that's final.”

 

“I don't know the duties of the third husband” protested Trowa weakly, looking at Winner with slight unease. “I mastered only those of the last husband.”

 

“Don't worry, I know all of the duties of every husband. I'll teach you' offered Maxwell helpfully.

 

“I know only the duties of the first husband” the puma-shifter smiled uncertainly. “I guess I'll need some help from you two.”

They looked at Chang, but his scowl made them rethink the questioning.

 

“Second thing: the wedding reception. There will be none” continued Rhoen.

 

“Why?” Chang's scowl deepened.

 

“You think how many people would want to eat the same food as the sorcerer?” snorted Brice.

 

“All of the children from the orphanage” murmured Maxwell. “It's a free food for them.”

 

“Then you can ask your husband to make the reception for them. But not today. The third thing is the robes that Yuy ordered. The tailor delivered them an hour ago. They're in those boxes” Rhoen pointed at the stack in the other corner. “Look at them and decide if you want to wear them. If not, we'll bring the old ones.”

 

Duo and Quatre rushed to the pile and after negotiating which box was whose opened their own. Trowa could feel his jaw going slack. They were really the robes of alpha's husbands.

 

“Oh my...” breathed Quatre and traced the subtle pattern on the fabric. The cloth moved against his fingers like a liquid gold.

 

“Like I wouldn't want something like that.” Duo turned to Wufei. “You don't want to see yours? And you, Trowa?”

The wolf-shifter only shook the head, but Chang snorted.

 

“I'll see mine soon enough. I would wear them even if they were dirty rugs glued together. I'd prefer that to Council's charity. What's the next on our list of things to be informed about?”

Delta's arrogant tone made the alphas show their teeth, but Rhoen held himself back.

 

“I believe that next thing is your status in the society. I want to assure you that despite your marriage with the exile... and your behavior... you'll be treated only like the husbands of alpha. No repercussions applied to alpha Yuy will reach you. You can move freely around, you can stay here as long as you want; you can talk to everyone and do everything normally. Later we will send some of our husbands to tell you more about the duties of the Councilor's husband. Or they'll write to you - depending on the place of your stay.

In the same time the relations between you and your great husband are the same like between any other alpha and his husbands, of course in the eye of the law. We won't interfere in your marriage as long as alpha Yuy respects the rules of his exile. If he breaks them, he'll be the only one to take the consequences. If you break law, your husband will punish you normally. Is all that clear to you?”

 

“Yes” the deltas chorused quietly.

 

“Good. I'd explain more about your social condition, but we don't have time. The last thing is the... arrangements that were made in association to your wedding. Delta Winner, I think you'll be pleased to hear that voting went as you wanted. The rest will be competed tomorrow.

Delta Maxwell, to show our good will we reopened the place for last night. After all we don't want the ones under our protection to suffer. Well, and the streets around were getting too crowded for our liking. Now you only have to make sure to not cause this inconvenience again.

Delta Chang, the Elders of your clan told me to assure you, that after becoming alpha Yuy's husband all past... events will be treated as nonexistent. There will be no traces, no documents and no... memories.” Rhoen made a wry face and regarded Chang's trembling form with twisted amusement.

 

“That was not the deal” rasped Wufei.

 

“That was the best way to fulfill the deal. Of course, you still can break it, by refusing marriage... Chang Wufei of the Dragon Clan...”

 

Chang snapped. Showing hic canines at alpha, he lashed his tail as if to attack.

 

Before he could realize what he'd done, he was pinned to the window frame with the choking hand on his throat.

 

“You have some issues, delta?” Brice shoved Chang higher.

 

Trowa glanced at Rhoen - the alpha was watching the scene with a bored face - and hurried to help other deltas.

“Live him alone, you fucktard! He can't breathe!” Maxwell was pulling on the suffocating arm. From the other side Winner was doing the same, tears in eyes. “Stop! You're going to kill him! You can't! Brice, stop!”

 

Trowa, concentrated on prying alpha's fingers from Chang, didn't hear the warning growl. He felt the movement of air though and jumped out of the way. In next moment Brice was fighting for breath, his neck gripped by the strong arm. The alpha's hands shot backwards to fight the attacker, but the struggle only made his position worse.

 

Two matted figures passed the deltas crouched under the wall and staggered near the door. Younger alpha was wheezing louder with every breath.

 

“Alpha Yuy I think alpha Brice understands your point now. Let him go.”

 

That cool, sarcastic voice that Trowa was learning to hate cooled the two fighters a bit.

Heero loosened his grip and put his mouth near the other alpha's ear.

“Rhoen said you understand my point now. Do you?” When there was no reply except for more pronounced struggle, he tightened the hold again.

 

“Alpha Yuy!” This time Rhoen was more agitated. Heero gave him a passing glance and turned to deltas.

 

“Are you all right?”

 

“Yes.” Chang's voice was coarse, but stable.

 

“Hn.” Heero glared at Brice and let him go. “It's five minutes past the noon” informed the sorcerer. “You want to wait more or cancel the wedding?”

 

“No!” Deltas rushed towards the boxes. “Give us a minute to change! Half a minute! And take those two away!” Quatre commanded, waving at the doors imperiously.

 

“As you wish.” Heero smirked and nodded to other Councilors. “Shall we?”

 

Trowa heard the doors closing but didn't take the look at them. He was too engrossed by the layers of the robes and the order of putting them on.

 

“Here, let me help you.” One of the shirts were taken from his hands and pulled over his head. “You never had something like that on you before?”

 

Trowa mumbled the confirmation and turned to see if the God needed some help too.

“I'm fine, don't worry” the smile was more friendly this time. “Next is this... then that. You'll manage with the rest.” Two other layers were put on him and the process ended with a slap to his back.

 

“Thank you,” Trowa nodded and waved his tail.

 

“Uhhh... could you not do that again?” The longhaired delta wrinkled his nose. “No offence, man, but you really stink.”

 

“I'm sorry...” the wolf-shifter made a step back, but was stopped by Quatre.

 

”Trowa, stop. Duo didn't mean it like that.”

 

“That's true! It's not nice, but it's bearable. I only don't want you to wriggle your butt for a while... at least until your smell gets a bit better. If I wanted you on the other side of the room, I'd say so!”

 

“Duo!” Winner looked scandalized, but there was a touch of humor in it. Trowa made a note to filter Maxwell's words through his sense of humor too.

”Would you hurry up? We have to go!” Another hand grabbed Trowa and spun him around.

“Quatre, give me the second shirt. Maxwell, take care of the ribbons in the trousers. Trowa, you stand still!”

 

 

 

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The Town Hall was crowded but so silent, that Trowa could hear the words of his vow flying to the walls and coming back to him, louder and powerful.

 

“In presence of gods and you all I take this oath of my soul... love you... protect... children... from the beginning of Astaris... faithful, patient, devoted... till the last light of my soul fade.”

 

The incantation finished, Trowa kneeled and bowed, to hear the oath being said to him. He almost didn't register the end of it, but Heero's gentle hands raising him brought him back to the reality.

 

If that was reality? The fingers under his chin made his eyes meet with Heero's and since then nothing was more real.

 

Later he barely remembered the feel of collar being put on his neck, the faint sting when his ears were being pierced and the growl of angry crowd, when the kiss turned longer than required.

What he knew would be the memory for his whole life was the sight of Heero's eyes - calm, hopeful and soft - looking at him and the smile that mellowed the lines of alpha's face, making him glow.

 

When Trowa was escorted to his chair by his new husband and listened to the last oaths being made, his heart still raced.

When Heero announced that Quatre was his last husband and he wouldn't marry anyone else, Trowa's pulse screamed louder than furious Astaris.

When Trowa's hand was taken in alpha's warm one, his heart clenched for a second before calming. And with the calmness came the inner warmth, spreading through his whole chest and veins, making his steps a dance, breathing a song and heartbeat a poem about the eternity.

Trowa Barton-Yuy smiled, happy.

 

 

 

 

TBC...