Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Unwanted ❯ Prologue

Disclaimers: I do not own the characters of Gundam Wing. This story is from my head and there is no way that they would even think of doing this with their characters, and I'm not making any money out of this story or any other story I write.

Genre: AU

Warning: Yaoi, male x male loving, limey, angst, could be some violence but no raping, there is far too much of that going on for my liking. There will be male pregnancy.

Pairing: Heero x Duo and various other pairings

Rating: R

Author: Shaeric Draconis

Authors Note: Just testing this. It's my first Gundam Wing fic and the definite pairing is Heero and Duo, after this it's anyone's guess and I have already set my mind on another pairing which is definitely not a favourite. It will progress slowly with stages of Duo growing up so don't expect a quickie…you won't get it. I'm only warning you now so if it's not what you want then don't read. Later chapters Heero will be a bit of a bastard when he comes in so…what can I say…

Summary: Prince Duo grows up with the name unwanted always tagged with his name. He even becomes the unwanted bride to Prince Heero but there is something special about the unwanted…the four winds is only the beginning…

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Prologue

The four winds met and gently curled around the slender frame of the female standing alone in the centre of the field. The land the amethyst eyes searched stretched before her in verdant vastness. The Maxwell Kingdom…The Maxwell Legacy…

The winds had summoned her and she knew that her time here was nearly over. With gentle loving caresses, her slender hands trembled at the life that was beating so strong within her womb.

The unwanted child.

Tears slid there way down her perfect pale cheeks; her heart shaped face wistful as she whispered beneath her breath in a language that time had forgotten.

'I wish things could be different my darling child, but I cannot stop the winds of time. It claims me like all the others before me, but you my dear son, the light of my life, you will never answer to the winds…never!'

A small smile twitched on the pale face of beauty, as the life beneath her hands moved, acknowledging his mother that he had heard.

'Yes my son you are different. I went against all the customs of my ancestors and produced a son and not the daughter as is bidden in my clan, but never fear you will be able to carry life just like all Draen males…'

A gasp rang out loud as the first twinge of pain cut through her, but the tears and smile still stayed on the female's face.

'Your time is near my son. I can only apologise and hope that one day you will forgive me; forgive your ancestors for the burden that is being placed upon you.'

'You will be known as the unwanted and pain will follow you like a shadow in your early stages of life…this is the curse of families past.'

'You will have three true friends who will lighten the burden as you are disowned by your own family…this is the burden known as present.'

'You will face the harshness of life to pass the tests of time, to become the true master of the four winds; Dragon North, Dragon South, Dragon East and finally…Dragon West…this will be the test of your future.'

Horses could be heard in the background but she ignored them, the pain getting closer each time, she gasped as it ripped through her but she shook the pain away, she didn't have much time…

The four winds howled louder as the child within her moved with impatience, her lilac gown of linen whipping around her, the woollen cloak the only thing keeping her warm was held together with a golden clasp with her family's insignia etched in the circular object; four dragons facing one another forming a cross…the four winds.

She began chanting to the grey sky, the clouds swirling and moving fast like time was speeding up, the sounds of rolling thunder in the distance, the spell of the four winds slipping faster from her sweet delicate lips, the one that would ensure her son received the family's gifts as she laid her hands flat against her stomach -

'I invoke the Goddess of eternal winds to bless my son with the gift that has been passed down through the generations of my female ancestors…

'All that I am…I bequeath to my son

Facing the north she drew a symbol in the air similar to the number eight with a tail, it glowed blue, she then chanted - 'All within me that is water…I bequeath to my son'

Turning to the South she drew another symbol in the air similar to a diamond with a tail, it glowed emerald, she then chanted - 'All within me that is earth…I bequeath to my son'

Turning to the East she drew a circle with a tail, it glowed silver and she began chanting - 'All within me that is air…I bequeath to my son'

Finally she faced the West drawing a simple cross which glowed red and she chanted - 'All within me that is fire…I bequeath to my son'

She paused, and then fell to her knees as the pain grew stronger ravaging her fragile body, the four winds blowing fiercely around her. Chestnut hair like pure silk swirled above her head being released from the braid it was tightly spun in, her ancestors were angry but she cared not. The time of change was upon them and her son would be the one to lift the curse that has shadowed her family for generations, leading them in to the world where they would not suffer any more.

Wet warmth trickled between her thighs and she was so close but she had to finish this. Her son would be strong in the face of adversary, her life she would sacrifice to make sure that it was so. Placing her hands over her stomach she whispered,

'Dragon North will be your guide

'Dragon South will be your guardian

'Dragon East will be your conscience

'And Dragon West…well…' she smiled softly at this, 'he will be your harshest test…good…bad…only the winds of time will tell my son…only the winds of time…'

Red flash of pain seared through her, her breath catching, a groan being ripped from her throat as the pain became great.

She made herself lie on her back, hoping to ease some of the pain as she bent her knees and watched the stormy skies for the sign…her chestnut hair like a veil all around her.

The clouds swirled forming a shape of massive wings, the dragon's wing span filling the skies. With anticipation she held her breath waiting to see if the sign would be for the good of her son, or bad. Eyes closed meant no help will be given; eyes opened meant there will be hope.

She started to cry with joy as the Dragon's eyes opened revealing violet eyes and just as fast as it happened it disappeared, a streak of lightning and a thunderclap was her confirmation.

'No matter what happens my son, hope will swirl like the eternal winds!

I Amber Dracon-Maxwell name you unwanted optimist…Duo Dracon-Maxwell…

May the Goddess of eternal winds protect you…'

She finished with a sigh then suddenly screamed in piercing agony, holding her stomach as if she was shielding the baby within from danger. The riders were now closer as a strong male voice called her name.

'Amber!'

'Aiden, please forgive me,' she whispered as the pain became too much, her eyes closing as she used every part of being to keep her son alive.

The king ran to the small fragile woman followed by an old woman who was dragged rather rudely from her warm home. She shook her head at the sight of the female. The midwife knew that she was struggling, the baby would have to be delivered here or it would die too. It was sad the mother was dying, the signs of death surrounded the female like a shroud, and the only thing keeping the beautiful queen alive was her will to keep the child she carried safe.

Without waiting she brusquely shouted as the wind howled fiercely around them. "Bring the guards to surround us." She knew she couldn't rely on the king; his only concern was for the lovely queen. This was not his first child, no; this would be his second child.

Queen Amber was his second wife, but the king worshipped the ground she walked on and loved her more than anything. Even more than his kingdom.

The counsellors were only pleased that she was a good person, her love for the people endearing her to them all as much as the king.

Shaking her head she tried to ignore the coldness slowly seeping through the thickness of her woollen cloak. The child had to live. The beautiful queen would not die in vain.

Years of experience kept the old woman calm as she went about her business with ease, her charge Helen making sure that everything was within reach. The old woman removed the garments from the Queen that were stained with blood and fluid. She washed her hands with cleansing soap; she had to check to see what position the baby was in.

Quickly looking up, she noticed the King's guards with their backs to her and smiled with pride, they respected the queen as much as the people. She slid her hand inside of the queen and smiled. The baby was in perfect position, and chuckled, it was impatient.

She couldn't think about the queen dying, she couldn't think about the pain queen Amber was in, all she could think about was that the baby had to live. The child would have a hard life because of this but she had promised the queen…

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Helen watched the old midwife silently, her blonde hair covered by a simple white scarf whipping around her head, a single braid tracing down her slender back to her waist. She was the old ladies charge, and she would be taking care of the child who was about to enter the world.

The young girl of 15 gave the King a sidelong glance and she could see all his attention was on the queen, but everyone knew she wouldn't make it and she felt pity for him…but that's all she could feel for him as his words got lost in the wind.

It was strange but she could swear that the wind was angry with him, with them all. She shook her small shoulders; she was being nonsensical and paid no heed to it…even though this baby…

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The old lady smiled as the head of the baby came through, deft movements cleared the mouth clean, she then squeezed the queen's knee reassuringly and she suddenly realised that it was silent and still. She couldn't help but look around, the winds had stopped completely and it only happened when the baby's head…

No, this child had enough problems and squeezed the queens' knees twice, and looked up sharply as the queen growled, her eyes still closed pushing with everything she had left to push with. The old lady quickly looked towards the baby, the dear sweet queen…

The baby slid out smoothly, and the old lady smiled tenderly…a boy…but so much blood pouring from the queen…

One last groan was heard from the queen, the sound echoing all around them ominously…the old lady knew…she was gone…

With quick precision she grabbed the sterilised dagger and cut the umbilical cord, turning the baby upside down and a smack resounded followed by a bellowing cry from the baby boy.

The old lady smirked; he certainly had a great pair of lungs and was thankful when Helen grabbed the baby, wrapping it up in a woollen blanket. She watched as her charge smothered it with warmth, cleaning his face with a soft cloth and was surprised as the pale blue eyes of the girl shone with tenderness, ignoring everything happening around her. It was a good sign, that child would need all the loving he could get, he had a hard life ahead and the hardest would be from the king.

She watched as Helen moved towards the king with the newborn baby; and watched knowingly at his reaction. With disgust and rage clearly written on his face the king pushed the young girl away, his other arm wrapped tightly around the dead queen.

'Keep the abomination away from me!'

So it begins.

The old lady sighed clearing all her things, and did her best to make the queen presentable. She barked out orders to the messenger to bring others to do what was necessary. She looked up as Helen touched her shoulder, 'yes?'

'What happens now miss?'

Before she could speak the king spoke instead. 'He's to be taken to the west wing where you will look after him. My counsellor will inform you of the rest.'

With barely controlled hatred he turned back to the queen. If he had of looked at the young girl he would have seen the disgust and determination on her face her arms wrapping around the small bundle tighter with possessiveness. She looked down into the wide eyes staring at her, not sure what colour they were going to be but she could see a hint of amethyst in the innocent stare, her face softening. He was already beautiful and felt pride. 'Come on little one, time to go.'

The old lady stood up and followed the young girl, surprised at the determined steps she made. She smirked; her charge was like her in many ways, but that was understandable, she was her niece after all.

So begins the story of the unwanted….

TBC?