Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Spirits Light and Shadow ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Gundam Wings / Original

AU= Alternant Universe

When what is lost,

Is uncertain found,

The light,

Dark haired and Feminine,

The Dark,

Blue eyed and Masculine

The Soul,

Pure white and Distant,

Meet and Survive,

-Draconian Prophet 999 AE

A dark haired boy was shoved up agents a wall under the grip of a huge, almost giant man,

"DAMN YOU BOY!!!"

The boys blue eyes were unfocused and distant from the rapid succession of blows from his attacker.

His head fell forward and he coughed up blood. As the red liquid slid passed his lips the man holding him off the ground dropped him. He landed in the dirt behind the stable, dirty, bruised, and shaking, with a loud thud. The man bent down and lifted his head by his dark brown hair.

"WHERES THE HORSE!!"

The boy blinked a few times as if trying to focus on the face, then gave up. He smiled through the pain he was in and hauntingly replied,

"why dose it matter, ... you where going to kill it anyway..."

He whispered weakly to the stable master.

"You just don't get it!!" The man's eyebrow twitched angrily.

He stood, dragging the beaten boy up with him, holding him by his messy hair.

"YOU CAN DENY IT ALL YOU WANT BUT DON'T CROSS ME!!!"

He drew his free hand back and then let the massive fist plow into the boys stomach.

The boys' eyes widened and glazed over from the force of the impact. His body lurched forward and he let out a small moan before his consciousness left him.

The Stable master dropped his limp body scornfully and before leaving, kicked the boy just for good measure. He stalked away, fuming.

********* 4 hours later **********

"HEERO!!!!!!!!!!!!" A voice called in the yet darkening night.

"HHHEEEERRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOO!!!"

A blond boy in clean, pressed pants and a vest rounded the corner of the stable. He lifted his lantern and looked down the small ally.

"Oh GODS!!! TROWA!!!!"

He waved his hand at a brown haired young man that had been looking around over by the haystack. Trowa looked down the ally where the blond pointed and hung his head a little.

"Shit."

The pair trotted down the dark way and put their lanterns down next to the body of the comatose Heero.

Trowa rolled his limp body over so that he lay on his back instead of his side. He placed a hand under Heero's chin; there was a pause, and then he sighed in relief. He looked at his blond friend.

"Its OK Quatre, he's alive."

The blond rocked back on his heels and let out a relived breath.

"Thank the gods…"

"Come on, let's get him back to the quarters."

Trowa picked up Heero's limp body and followed after Quatre, who carried both of their lanterns out in front, leading the way back to the stable hands rooms.

*****

Trowa lay Heero down on his bed and removed his blood soaked shirt and handed it to Quatre, who looked at it and then tossed it to the other side of the small room. When he looked back Trowa had turned and gone outside to get some water.

He knelt down next to Heero's bed and inspected the damage on the young mans body.

His entire chest and stomach was littered with large bruises. Dry blood stained the corners of his mouth and eyes. There was blood in his hair, so there was probably some kind of head injury as well. It also looked as if he might have a few broken ribs.

He lifted his hand and placed it of Heero's head. He had a fever, but it was a small one, it wasn't dangerous.

Trowa returned with a bucket of water and a few rolls of cloth bandages. He looked at Quatre and then set the bucket down on the small table next to the bed.

"You should go back up to the house. Your father will be beginning to worry."

"Yes, Yes I know... Mr. Rica? You think?"

"Hm." Trowa nodded.

Mr. Rica was an angry, drunken, impulsive man who ran the Winner family stables. He was good with horses, but he had a awful temper that Heero seemed to have roused for some reason. Ever since they (Heero and himself) had come to work for him he had purposely put the blue eyed boy through as much hell as possible. Heero was an orphan so it wasn't a family feud, the large man just didn't like the way Heero mildly answered him, looked at him, or anything about him for that matter. Trowa felt a little sorry for the big man, he knew how "mean" Heero could get, the old man was luck he wasn't already dead. That was Trowa's opinion, not that it mattered.

Quatre stood and looked down at Heero one last time.

"I'll talk to my father about this,"

He turned toward Trowa, who was wetting so bandages.

"Don't let him die, he's the only one I trust to ride A Saw. No offence."

"None taken."

Quatre left the small room and walked quickly back to the main house to speak with his father about his matter, immediately.

*****

*Knock knock*

"Come in."

Quatre entered his fathers' study and closed the door softly behind him.

"Quatre!" His father smiled at him. "Good evening' son."

"Hello father."

Mr. Winner heard the distinctive trouble led tone in his sons' voice.

"What wrong Quatre?"

`Come on, you can do this...'

"I need to speak with you about Heero, one of our stable hands."

"Oh? What's he done now?"

"Now?"

"Mr. Rica was in here earlier telling me that he let a horse he was going to sell today out free into the forest."

"That? That was at my request. I asked Heero to let it lose because Mr. Rica was going to shoot it."

"He what!?" His fathers' eyes flashed.

`Well you've got his attention Quatre, now lead it in your direction.'

"About a half an hour ago Trowa, another of or stable hands came and asked me to help him find Heero because he hadn't shown up for any of his afternoon chores and missed dinner as well."

His father listened quietly.

"We searched the whole yard and all the places he goes to get away form people but we didn't find him."

"What dose this have to do with letting out that horse?"

"I'm getting to that. I was looking around that back of the small barn out by the haystack when I found him."

"Well good."

"No, its not good. Heero was laying there, Unconscious, as I expect he had been since Mr. Rica beat him early this afternoon. He has at leas 3 broken ribs, he has some sort of head injury and besides the many bruises, he probably has many internal injures as well judging from all the dried blood on the corners of his mouth and on his shirt."

He threw Heero's shirt on his father desk. He'd picked it up as he was leaving when the thought crossed his mind he might need proof.

His father stared at the shirt in silence. Taking in, or trying to, what his son was telling him. This boy Heero, if what his son said was true, needed medical attention.

"Go get Wufei, That boy can only barely be alive if what you tell me is true!"

Quatre smiled, and then turned and left the room to get Wufei.

Wufei was the Plantations main doctor, and thought he was young he had an extraordinary talent for healing things. He was a bit moody thought and liked to be left alone most of the time. He sometimes went on rants about various things when he was angry. Ether that or his eyebrow would twitch and he stalk off and practice kendo on the trees in the forest.

"Wufei?" he asked as he knocked on the thick wooden door to Wufei's chambers.

The door opened slowly and the black eyed man peeked out with half open eyes, it looked like he'd been asleep.

"Yes, what is it you want?" he asked in a agitated voice.

Quatre bowed slightly and smiled at the man, who's face lightened and he smiled back. Quatre was a good boy, Wufei preferred dealing with him or Trowa more then anyone else in the stables or main house.

"My father requests that you come to the stable hand room 1. Heero's been beaten.

Wufei frowned, Heero had been beaten? He had treated the Heero boy before; actually it had been quite of few times. That boy seemed to attract pain. That last time he'd seen the young man was when he took a kick strait in the chest from a rampaging stallion that had spooked when one of the dogs grabbed it's tail. Heero had walked around with broken ribs for at least two days, until Trowa made him come see Wufei because it was getting harder for him to do the stalls and work out horses.

He sighed and picked up his medical kit that was always next to the door and followed Quatre at a fast trot to Heeros' room.

*****

Mr. Winner as waiting for them out on the front porch. After they said quick hellos they set off together. Wufei, the fist one to reach to door, flung I open carelessly and sauntered into the room.

Trowa looked up from his work of bandaging Heero's rib cage.

He stood and backed away to let Wufei have a look.

Heero hadn't moved since Quatre and Trowa had carried him inside. He still lay in that fetal position. He lips were parted slightly and his eyes where closed tight. His chest rose and fell slowly.

Of course, Wufei saw all the injuries immediately; being a doctor of exquisite talent he only needed on look to make a conclusion about the situation.

"Mr. Winner sir, I think it best you call `Mr. Rica' and confront him about this situation."

"Why?"

"Because by all rights of natural law, this boy should be dead. He must have made a deal with the devil to still be breathing."

"Excuse me." Mr. Winner said as he backed out of the small room and stalked to the largest of the servant houses, where Mr. Rica lived.

*****

There was silence for what seemed an eternity to Quatre as Wufei went immediately to work. Trowa sat up against the wall opposite the door with his head bent forward, trying to get a little sleep. Quatre himself has about to fall asleep where he sat at the table. He had just begun to nod off when the door flew open with such force that the handle burrowed deep into the wall and the top hinge came loose.

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!"

Mr. Rica stood in the doorway, a large brown bottle in his hand. His face was flushed and his eyes burned with rage.

Trowa jumped to his feet as the mountain of a man swayed into the room. He looked directly at Heero's comatose body and charged forward lifting the empty bottle into the air as he came closer.

"NO!" Quatre screamed as he stood quickly.

Wufei stood and took up a fighting stance in the man's path and Trowa rushed forward.