Author's Notes: Hello everyone and thanks for stopping by. This is, just to let you know, is a very strange fic as a few of my others have been... I haven't been very successful as a writer, but for now, I am for the first time so far, proud to announce being near completion of a full, feature-length novel for a fanfic! (Well, kind of. On Microsoft Word, the total length is just over forty-seven pages using font 12, so it's more like a short novel.) I don't know if I'll finish it because I'm still thinking of how I should do the ending. I'll also be updating daily too, so this could potentially be a quick treat. But please enjoy what I've done so far anyways!

Chapter One

Lord Heero walked into the bedroom. There, his wife Lady Lucrezia lay asleep. She had been ill for quite a while now. A longtime in fact. And Heero was worried deeply. The doctors told him they didn't know anything about her illness but yet it wasn't life threatening just so long as she didn't get too physically active. But she would always be tired and weak and he didn't know if she would be able to take this forever… In fact, he didn't want her to be like this forever at all. When he kneeled down to have a closer look at her, she felt his presence and woke up.

"Lucrezia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you" he said softly.

"Heero, it's alright. I wanted to see you as soon as I could anyway" she told him.

"Why?"

"Oh, no reason really. I just want to see how you are. That's all" she explained. Heero took her hand and placed it in his own.

"Listen. I'm fine. Don't worry about me" Heero began to say. "And I know you will be too. Just hang in there. In fact, if you're feeling better already, maybe you and I can attend the ball at city hall."

"I…I don't think I'm feeling any better Heero. Just go on without me and enjoy yourself. I'll be alright. But Heero… I'm so sorry…" Lucrezia said.

"What do you mean? Why?"

"My… health… it's just that… I think I'm holding you back… I think I don't give you the happiness you deserve…"

Heero gave her hand a little squeeze. "Please… don't say that. You are the woman that I love and nothing can change that. Not even your health. I will always love you." She yawned softly and then she closed her eyes. Heero gave her a light kiss on the forehead.

"…I'll always love you too…" she mumbled and fell back to sleep. Heero proceeded to leave their bedroom. He didn't like seeing his wife like this. It pained him that there was nothing he, nor the doctors could do about it. He tried to hide it from her but he was slowly starting to feel depressed over it. He was only home a few times a week now because of it. But what hurt him most of all was what he had become after seeing her sick after a few months. He secretly went to see a fortune teller to see what he should do. After paying the ridiculously high price, the teller told him that he should pray to heaven. But he also warned him of another price. He would be given a curse and it would not be sure if it would be permanent. Foolishly believing him in desperation, Heero actually went out as soon as he could to see the skies above. It was cloudy, rainy, and thunderous. He pleaded the heavens to help him find a cure for Lucrezia's ailment out loud. But nothing happened it seemed.

That was at least until he learned of what he thought to be his curse.

It was in one of several residences Heero secretly owned throughout the city later that night. He would go visit a few of them once every week at night when he felt he had to. It was a secret that he didn't reveal to anyone and hoped Lucrezia would never ever find out. To ever find out that each time he visited a residence, Heero would end up in bed with her.

The moans of a woman sounded throughout the room along with Heero's own as he repeatedly thrust himself into her while they were covered in the bed sheet. As Heero tired, he ended the thrusting with acceleration until he could go on no longer. He got off her and made his place to her side on the bed where she leaned on his chest.

"…My goodness…wonderful as usual, Heero…" she said through recovering gasps. She continued to snuggle herself on him until Heero rose and sat up covering his head in his hands.

Shortly after making his plea, Heero began to have strange feelings. He would grow tired and then feel urges to make love. And if he left his hunger unfed for too long, he would start feeling dizzy and his eyesight became somewhat blurred. And then a gradually growing fatigue that didn't seem to disappear no matter how much rest he got would affect him. He didn't want to have to find out what would happen next if he kept continuing to leave it alone. He had no choice but to… satisfy that hunger. Give in to it. The only best way to keep it secret he thought was to undertake the supporting of mistresses. And with his status and wealth, finding women who were willing to be with him and him alone wasn't too difficult. Even with his choosiness which he had no free will over for physically beautiful ones. And after each time going into bed with one would always leave him with feelings of guilt and regret. Over his commitment to Lucrezia. To think that he would ever sink so low. But he couldn't deny the fact that before feeling so, he would always find enjoyment in the act. But after it was over, it would turn into what it always been resulting in. Guilt and regret.

Heero looked at the moon he saw through the window.

Was this that curse that the fortune teller told him about? The one that he would get after making his plea? But what then? What about Lucrezia's cure?

If Heero ever saw that bastard again, he would surely make him talk. For free. In a few days from now, Heero was expected to attend a ball at the city hall and to show that he had a good, respectful reputation, he wanted to go. And he hoped that when he went, nothing would go wrong.

To be continued…

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