Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or any of it's characters. Part of this story can be related to Goose Chase by Patrice Kindl, which is also obviously not mine.

Rating: PG-13 for swearing and violence

Pairings: Numerous

Warnings: Violence, blood, swearing, yaoi

Faerie Tales
By: Lost-Remembrance (Red Tail)

Chapter One

Heero sighed heavily as he narrowed his dark eyes into a glare. It was plastered onto his features as he looked out through the barred window in the highest room in a tower. With a locked door, done specially so he couldn't escape. If he had a chance though, he certainly would. One day, he was a carefree peasant that was very skilled in soldier tactics and assassinations by his mentor, Odin Lowe. Then his mentor dies, leaving him alone in the world.

"Damn them all…" Heero muttered to himself as a serving maid in the tower gasped at his foul language but was silence when she saw he obviously wasn't giving a care about proper etiquette at the moment. The youth closed his eyes, sighing as he remembered how it all began and how he ended up in this god forsaken tower…

One day while watching over the geese, a smaller one that was more kind hearted was trying to be peacemaker and ended up getting swatted into the lake while the others pecks at him, making him honk and his bigger friend, who his mentor dubbed as Trowa. Quatre, thankful to being saved stayed by his friend for the rest of the day. That is until noon rolled around.

While Heero was opening a linen cloth that he put his found in, an old hag came hobbling into the pasture. Out of nowhere she appeared it seemed. Heero glared, but sighed heavily getting to his feet. His mentor taught him at least a couple manners, is nice to the elderly.

"Ma'am." Heero said to her without emotion. His dirty hair hung over his face and he would have been handsome if he cared about his appearance (which he didn't) or was thrown into a lake once in a while (which never happened). Being a caretaker to the geese he bought seemed to make life even dirtier in his opinion. Geese and their stupid squabbles, idiotic animals Heero still thought of them as.

"Ah," The old hag cackled through her hoarse voice as she squinted her eyes. Heero sighed internally, as he slouched a bit. "Such a nice lad that you are…" She coughed and hacked for awhile while he could tell this was her way of asking for water. He bent down and handed her a canteen, seeing her gulp it all down.

His lower eye twitched as he watched her drink it all. It was almost a mile to the nearest well that was near his house. 'Damn pasture for being so far away…' His mind berated the land designer.

"Thank you, lad. Yer ver' kind ter an old woman like m'." she said gratefully with her toothless smile plastering her melted face. "Might ye hapt to have any food wit' ye?" She questioned, her old eyes twinkling with eager for the answer. Her gaze fell upon his food nearby.

Heero saw she was eyeing his food, his only lunch and dinner for the day. He sighed heavily and gave her the loaf, "Perhaps it would be kind of you to save some for my meals." He said, noticing it was too late for the old crone had gobbled it all down. Her one tooth, which made her sound as though she whistled at times, stuck out like a beacon in her rotting mouth. Heero cringed inwardly, not for the teeth but trying to stop the mantra going through his head to kill the woman for appearing and eating his meal and drinking his water.

"M' than' ye," She cackled to him now. "I'll go now." She told him as she took his canteen, the only one in his possession and tucked it into her shawl. Heero nodded, just wishing for her to leave.

The old hag grinned at this, seeing him make no move to try and take or do anything to her. "Such a good lad." She complimented. "Good, yes, good." She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts when a whisk of white hair fell across her features and she brushed it away swiftly. "All right then. Whenever cry, your tears shall be jewels fit for kings. Diamonds, rubies, and other pretty sparklies. Whenever you bleed, your blood will turn to gold and rubies." She turned slightly as Heero raised an eyebrow.

'Insane, she's lost it.' His mind told itself. "I beg your pardon—"

"And you shall be as handsome or pretty as the moon and the dawn." She said gruffly and then vanished with a laugh. Heero blinked. His lower eye twitched. She had taken her supper and flask with her.

'She said something about…diamonds or something?' Heero shook his head, realizing that his hair was really, really soft was clean. He looked down as he blinked in surprise. He was dressed in regal clothes that made him look like he was from a political advisor or something. He blinked and he looked at his geese and fell on the ground, deciding whether or not to laugh or to just sit there and blink. So he sat there, blinking. Blink, blinking and blinking.

There were his twelve geese, dressed in regal geese clothing. He blinked again before falling on his back laughing, thinking this was one hell of a dream. Usually he just had nightmares, dreams of where he killed people or some training he had been put through.

He pinched his cheek and realized that he wasn't dreaming. He jerked up right and quickly blinked his eyes furiously, trying to make himself cry to see if it was real. A diamond fell when his tear rolled down. It almost instantly crystallized. Another fell, this time a deep blue sapphire.

"This isn't real… it can't be real at all. No way… There is no way…" He muttered to himself as he got to his feet. Sighing, Heero looked away from his geese and headed back to his humble dwelling.

TBC