Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, when will you believe that, you do, oh good.

Voldyismoldy: this is a fantasy fic with the Gundam Boy's. Heero is an orphaned thief forced into slavery, Duo is a slave he meets, Trowa is a soldier, Quatre is a young rich lord, and Wufei is the son of an emperor in a neighboring kingdom. The kingdom this takes place in is Sanc kingdom but in the time of mediaeval England times with Milliardo as king and Relena and Dorothy (both small parts) are his sisters.. The five boys must come together to stop a war that is brewing and in the mist of it all they may even find love. Please read and enjoy and review, review, review or I will die. (Seriously Heero will kill me when he sees what I have planed for him unless you like it and review).

Warning: abuse, language, rape and killing all that good stuff so be warned.

The Bond between Slaves

Chapter 1. The Thief turned Slave.

Trowa sat silently on his horse one eye covered by his long, over hanging, bang and the other staring intently at their captive. A boy little younger than himself with messy, chocolate, brown hair and dark blue eyes blazing with anger, hate and fear. He was naked and shivering, his wrists bound by a rope that tied him to the saddle of Trowa's caption's horse.

Trowa was a soldier in the Sanc kingdom's army and he and his company had been sent out to collect the taxes from the villages. It had gone well with each village giving the taxes they owed and his company moving on with little trouble until that morning when they had come to the village of Trasi.

The village had suffered from a flood losing all their crops and didn't have the money to pay their taxes. The village mayor and his caption had argued for nearly an hour with Trowa getting board until the mayor had announced that he had an alternative way of paying and sent three of the village men to go and get something. They had returned not long after with a struggling youth held firmly in their arms naked and dripping wet, as if he had come from bathing (1).

The mayor had explained that the boy was an orphaned thief who terrorized their village and had offered him up as a slave in payment of their taxes. The boy had been furious when he heard that and had started yelling at the mayor, threatening him with bodily harm, until the caption had struck him mute to Trowa's surprise.

"Silence boy no one gave you leave to speak," the man growled as the stunned youth stared wide eyed at him trying not to shiver from the cold. "Now let us examine this slave and see what he is worth."

Trowa watched as the man examined the boy's eyes, ears, nose, and forced open his mouth to look at his teeth. He squeezed the muscles of his arms and legs, looked over his back and ass and ran over his chest and abdomen with his knuckles. He even grabbed his crotch the boy jerking in protest as he bit his lip against the sound he wanted to make. The sight disgusted Trowa who had never been one for slavery and a dark look filled his hidden eye though his other one remained expressionless.

"He's too thin but he has muscles so he'll be a good worker I think and he's not Sancian is he?" The caption said matter of factly as he released the boy. The mayor shook his head. "Thought not, his features are to dark, he's a Rocellian then," the other man nodded." Thought so, he'll do then for half of the required taxes. I trust that is satisfactory."

The mayor reluctantly nodded and gave over the rest of the money while the caption ordered two of his men to bind the boy. Having no chains they used rope from the village to tie his hands together tightly in front of him. The boys silence ended then as he yelled and kicked at the men trying to break free. Trowa was about to get off his own horse to try to calm him when the caption swung at him with his fist again hard enough to send him sprawling as the soldiers released him.

He fell on the ground hard, biting his lip in the process, and shook his head to clear it a bruise already forming at his left temple. Before he could do anything the caption picked him up by his hair and forced his head back pain evident on his face.

"Listen well boy you are now a slave to his majesty King Milliardo and if you do anything to anger me or even think of trying to escape you will be severally beaten, Rocellian scum," The man spat. The youth said nothing his eyes wide with terror as he dragged him over to his horse and tied the rope binding his wrists to the pommel of his saddle. "This is your first test keep up with the horse through our journey or be trampled to death by the others if you fall. I want to see how strong you are and how much you can endure."

The boy still said nothing though Trowa could see his defiance draining away from him as the reality of his situation sank in. The caption and the two other men got back onto their horses and immediately took off the boy stumbling at the sudden pull on the rope as he struggled to keep up with the horses.

That had been early that morning but now late in the afternoon the boy was losing his fight to keep up. His feet were bloody and painful to walk on, Trowa was sure, as were his wrists and a thick coat of sweat and dirt covered his body. He stumbled with every few steps he took and his breathing was harsh and labored. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, Trowa was amazed he was still on his feet even now, and he rode up to the caption deciding to speak.

"Sir the slave is near dead," The normally quiet man spoke up. The caption glanced at him with faint surprise looking back at the boy. "Don't you think this has gone on long enough. I think he has proven how strong he is sir."

"So he has but what does that matter," The man replied his steel colored eyes turning harsh and cold as they looked at the youth who stumbled again and nearly fell. "He is one of those Rocellian scum Trowa, there will be no mercy shown to him and if he should die than it will be of little consequence."

Trowa frowned but said nothing else knowing it would do no good. The Sancians hatred of the Rocellians ran to deep for him to expect the caption to show the boy any leniency. The Rocellians were a warrior race that lived in the country west of Sanc that had spent years trying to dominate it. War after war had been fought between the two countries through the centuries until nearly two decades ago a plague had ravished the once strong kingdom killing nearly two thirds of its population. A brutal massacre by the Sancians had whipped out the rest though it seemed some had survived by the boy's appearance.

By all rights Trowa should hate the boy too as his people had killed his parents, parents he no longer remembered, but he didn't. He felt only pity for him and forced his face into a mask of cold indifference knowing it would not do well to let those emotions show. He was well trained at it having spent most of his life around soldiers, a group of knights having taken him in after he had lost his family, and looking at him now no one would have thought he cared at all about the boy or his pain.

Finally the man called a halt for the night as the sun started to set and the boy barely remained standing on trembling legs to afraid to sit down until he was told too. The caption left him there as he surveyed the setting up of camp and only when he was satisfied did he remove the boy's rope from his saddle dragging him over to the fire where he dropped him on the ground his wrists still bound.

The boy was given a cup of water to drink and a small piece of bread to eat. Despite how hungry he had to be the youth ate slowly with the knowledge of one who'd had to make due with little more and knew how to make it last. Trowa sighed as he watched him hopping now he would get a chance to rest and recover a little from the day but the captions cruelty had only just begun as he finished eating and stood lifting the boy by his hair, who dropped what was left of his bread, and let out a small a sound of pain.

"So lads who wants to have the first taste of this little one ah?" He asked the youth's eyes widening again at his words and at the eager looks on the other mens faces knowing exactly what he meant. "All of you can have a try and we'll see just how good he is."

Trowa knew of course what was going to happen now but said nothing as several of the men came forward eager to have the boys pleasures. They had been on the road for days gathering taxes and had been away from their wives and whores for too long. So when they were presented with someone they could take their lusts out on, and a helpless slave at that, they jumped at the chance.

All but Trowa and two other men took turns riding the boy who screamed in pain that eventually became weak whimpers and sobs and struggled against them tears streaming unwillingly down his face. Even the caption satisfied his lust with him and Trowa eventually turned his face way from the happenings unable to watch it any longer as the boy was raped numerous times until all the men who wanted him were satisfied.

Once they were finally finished they left the boy on the ground and went into their tents until only Trowa was left with him. He waited until he heard the chorus of snores coming from the tents and then quietly he stood and walked over to the still softly sobbing and trembling boy where he lay by the fire.

There were bruises speckling his body now and blood covered his ripped and torn feet. There was blood dripping down between his thighs too and he was shaking violently. Trowa kneeled next to him and gently put his hand on the youths shoulder who immediately tensed at the touch and turned a surprisingly frightening glare on him.

"What do you want a turn now? You needed privacy or something?" He snarled weakly and Trowa knew he was trying to appear stronger than he actually was and was failing as he saw the fear and despair in his eyes. "Go ahead its not like I can stop you."

"I am not going to hurt you," The green eyed man said quietly as the youth snorted in disbelief. Ignoring him he took some bandages out of the pack he had brought and a small bottle of something. "This may sting a little."

The boy only looked at him his jaw tensing as he refused to show his pain and he soaked the bandages in the liquid from the bottle and then wrapped them around his feet after wiping away the blood with another one. The boy hissed in pain but made no other noise as he stared at him incredulously.

"This medicine will help your feet heal a little before tomorrow," Trowa explained as he then wrapped dry bandages over them cringing at the sight of the broken nails and twisted toes. "I am afraid you are in for another hard day of walking so it won't be able to do much but its something at least to dull the pain."

"Why are you doing this?" The youth asked as he stared at him in suspicion and distrust yet his cobalt eyes were quickly losing their ferocity with his mounting exhaustion. "Why do you care if my feet hurt?"

"Because you maybe a slave but you are still a human being," he answered simply. The boy looked at him for a moment in disbelief and then let out a soft humorless chuckle at his words.

"A human being? You're the first person to ever think of me like that," the boy told him wiping the tears from his face and eyes as he slowly sat up wincing with the pain. "The villagers just thought of me as an annoyance, like an animal who stole food from them, and to these men I am a possession why should you be any different?"

"I haven't lost my humanity yet," Trowa replied and he chuckled again shaking his head in silent amusement at his words. "How old are you anyway?"

"Don't know, fifteen maybe, no one cared to remember my birth so why should I," he said bringing his knees to his chest as he shivered from more than just the cold. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," the older boy told him grabbing an abandoned flask and holding it out to him. "Here you should drink some more you're probably dehydrated."

"Seventeen is a little young for a soldier," The boy said taking the offered flask. Trowa only shrugged as he gulped down the water sounding like a man dying of thirst. "You have a name?"

"It's Trowa," He replied watching the boy drink strangely curious about him and aware that he was talking a great deal more than he normally would have. "Do you have one?"

"No," the youth told him without hesitation. Trowa's eyes widened in surprise and he shrugged. "My mother and father gave me one I suppose but I have long forgotten them and whatever name went with them."

"They died when you were young then?" Trowa asked. The nameless boy nodded his face darkening slightly. "How did you come to be in that village?"

"Don't know parents brought me there I guess," He said his eye brows narrowing in obvious thought. "After they died no one wanted me so I made my own place in the woods nearby and stole or hunted or gathered what I needed to live."

"It's a wonder you survived like that for so long." the older boy told him with a look that almost seemed strangely like admiration. "You're stronger and more capable than you look."

"If my wrists were unbound you would see just how strong I am," the youth replied with a predatory like grin that showed his teeth almost like a wolfs. "I would kill everyone here including you."

"Really," Trowa said wanting to discount his claim but having the strange feeling that he just might be able to do it if he were allowed too. "Well it is a good thing your hands are bound then."

"You could set me free you know," He told him an almost hopeful look filling his eyes as Trowa frowned. "I promise not to hurt you if you do but I can't say the same for the others not after what they did to me."

"I don't think so I can't let you hurt my comrades," he replied moving away from him slightly as the boy glared at him unsurprised by his words. "Nor can I free you now get some rest it will be a long day for you tomorrow."

"You soldiers are all a like you care for no one but yourselves," the boy snarled in disappointment and rage. "Your comrades can do whatever the hell they want to me, beat me and rape me, and you don't give a damn as long as their not hurt, bastard."

"Go to sleep boy before you wake someone and earn yourself a beating from the caption," Trowa told him unfazed by his words as he stood and moved to go to his own tent. "I would not like to see that regardless of what you might think."

The boy only glared at him and he walked into the tent he was sharing with one of the other men. The other soldier was already in a deep sleep and didn't move at all as he entered and settled on his own mat thinking about the boy. His words had unnerved him and the fierce look in his eyes too despite what had been done to him.

Trowa wanted to free him but knew that he couldn't both to keep his comrades safe from his rage and to keep the boy safe as well. Even if he freed him the caption would only go after him and with his feet the way they were he wouldn't be able to get far at all nor was he entirely certain he would be able to kill the soldiers as he claimed he could.

Yet there was definitely something almost wild about the boy and untamed and if he was to be fully honest with himself he would have to admit that he feared him a little. He was a soldier who had fought in battles, small ones to be sure but battles still, and was one of the best fighters in the army and yet he still feared this boy who had no training in fighting at all. What was it about him that frightened him even this little bit and what had the caption brought to the kingdom by enslaving this nameless urchin.

Sighing Trowa pulled his blanket up around his shoulders and turned toward the tent wall as he closed his eyes to sleep. Outside he heard the boy moving, probably laying down to sleep, and ignored the sounds praying he would still be out there in the morning. If he ran the caption would probably kill him when they caught him and Trowa didn't want that to happen though he wasn't sure why. He just knew he didn't want the boy to die and he slowly drifted off into a troubled sleep.

(1): Heero was bathing in the river when the men from the village took him that's why he was wet and naked, plus a naked Heero come on its good right.

A/N: well there it is the first chapter hope you like and please review. Next chapter we will meet Duo the cheerful slave (ok he's a slave and slaves aren't cheerful but he's Duo) and Heero will get his name cause I can't leave him nameless right. You'll also find out a little more about him and the hatred the Sancians have toward the Rocellians. By the way I apologize for my kingdom names their bad I know and if you have suggestions for better ones feel free to tell me and I will change it.

By the way in this story Heero is fifteen and two years younger than the other boys who are all seventeen/eighteen. The reason for this is I wanted to make him more vulnerable by making him slightly younger and the others a bit more protective of him. I hope he didn't appear to weak and out of character in this and I assure you he is still quite deadly and as you will see later on. Again please review or Heero will kill me.

Turns as author hears the click of a gun: "Oh hi Heero haha what are you doing?"

Heero: "Hn"

Voldyismoldy: "Ah yeah gotta go bye. Please review if you want me to live" Runs away as Heero stalks after them with his gun in his hand.