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"And where did you find such an … exquisite creature?" he asked, staring down at the captive.

"In the woods, my lord."

"Well." He leaned down, gripping the chin and forcing the aqua eyes to stare back at him. "He's surely something I wish to keep. Personally."

"But my lord." One of the advisors protested. He raised his hand cutting off all words. "Nichol, I do not need any of your comments, this I can surely decide on my own." His companion smirked, earning himself a glare from the said advisor. "You may all leave, and he," he continued, gesturing to the hopelessly struggling captive, "Will be placed under the care of Hilde."

"My lord, are you sure?" Nichol persisted, "If the others are to hear of this, then it would be a stain in your lordship's name." Wufei sighed, he had almost enough of this advisor, even though Nichol was the best during the worst of times, he was the worst during the best of times. He held his hand up silencing the man's words, "Enough, Nichol. I've made my decision and that's that. I will deal with any troubles, should they come up." The man bowed and left, leaving Wufei and his companions walking towards their quarters.

"How could I have let Noin persuade me into taking such a…"

"Loyal man?" Sally offered. Wufei glared at her, "It is only because you are my elder cousin that I do not simply beat you into a pulp."

The man on Wufei's right smirked, "Shows he always cares."

"Be quiet Duo. It is only because your brother is a dear friend to me that you remain unscarred and a servant here."

"I feel touched."


"Come on, hurry up!" the mustard-haired man snapped, jerking the rope every now and then. "Alexander, be more gentle." The black haired man murmured, taking the rope from Alexander. Quatre snapped his eyes back and forth in angst, what did the lord mean by personally? His eyes caught onto the wooden door in front of him. "Lord Wufei's quarters is two doors away from the left if you come from this door."

He led Quatre into the room, light coming from a window lightened the room enough to see inside, there was a small bed just enough for one person, with drawers at the side, there was a small mirror hanging from the wall with unlit torches on each side. "Hilde will be here soon, added to the point of that, you can only respond to whatever Lord Wufei asks of you, you are allowed to do whatever Hilde tells you to do as she was requested to take care of you." And with that both Alexander and the black haired man left.

Quatre stared down his hands, "I don't take orders." He hissed, looking back at the window.


"My lord!" Wufei looked up from his book, a young woman hurried in.

"Has Duo decided to steal from the kitchen again? I told him not to-"

"No it's not that my lord."

Wufei blinked in surprise, "Then what is it?"

"I've forgotten which room you asked me to go to. To tend to the captive I mean. I went to the er… wrong room." Hilde replied sheepishly.

"The one two doors down from mine to the right."

She blinked in surprise. "Are you sure?" Wufei could feel his annoyance growing in numbers, woman were always so slow! "Yes, I'm sure, how can I not be? Mueller and Alex reported to me after wards."

"But that room is empty. There was nobody in there."

"What?" Wufei snarled, his book slammed down on the armchair as he strode out. Wufei never left his book –unfinished-, that could only mean one thing.

He was seriously pissed.


He ran as far and as fast as he could, looking back each time in hopes that the building was gone from his sight. He flung himself behind nearby bushes, hearing the sounds of hooves increase.

"He's around here somewhere." A stoic voice spoke. "No one could run further than this point judging by the time he left."

"How are you so sure?" A sarcastic voice came up.

"Shut up."

"Heeee-ro didn't you say you loooo-"

"Shut up, bakamon."

"Hey! I wasn't the one screaming out in pure ple–MMPHHH! HEEEE-RO!"

"The captive must have gone that way."

"Hey wait up!"

The galloping of hooves gradually got smaller and until finally he couldn't hear anything. He waited for a while before running full speed towards the – the ground?

"Got him."

He struggled furiously, biting, scratching, screaming doing anything to get the heavy weight off him, until he looked into his attacker's face and inwardly gasped. Deep Prussian, eyes he had never seen before calmly stared at him back. "Lord Wufei will not be happy about this." Heero intoned. A brown clothed foot appeared near his face. "I can't believe he had the stupidity to run!" Quatre looked at the owner of the voice disbelieving, stupidity? More like the bravery! "Stop struggling, your actions are futile." Quatre gave him a glare only to receive one back, just as heated. "Relax, sunshine, we're not going to do anything to you." A grinning face came into view, it quickly changed into a frown, "not sure about Wufei though." The weight on his back was suddenly gone though he still found himself unable to move. A pair of strong muscular arms flung him onto the back of a horse. He then was able to see his attacker's features clearly. Narrowed Prussian eyes, thick messy locks of dark chocolate hair with a delicate Asian touch to his shape.

He look back to see the other person, at first he thought that it was a girl but remembering the voice of the second person, he soon realized that at an second glance it was in fact a very feminine looking man, high cheek bones, sparkling amethyst eyes. "Name's, Duo, Duo…" the man paused, seeing Quatre's eyes glaring angrily at the rope that bound him, ignoring the purple eyed man completely. "Well, apologizes for getting on someone's backside today." He scowled sarcastically, kicking his horse to walk side by side with Heero's. As the castle came into view, something else also came into Quatre's mind, what was the noble going to do to him?


I first tried looking for quotes but instead I came to a site with simple phrases with it, Ana endi was basically one phrase and mafee was a word, so apologizes if the translation is completely wrong