Beloved
A Gundam Wing Alterverse
by Daemonchan
Enter the world of the Beloved, a breed of Man with the physiological features of both men and women. Gifted with extraordinary powers, they are revered by normal humans, and given only the best considerations. However, there are always those who would use them for their own evil gains...
Dramatis Personae:
Chang Wufei - Beloved of the Dragon Clan; mated to Meiran "Nataku" Chang
Chang Meiran - Second Beloved of the Dragon Clan and mated to Wufei
Quatre Winner - Child of Beloveds, his is the gift of farseeing
Trowa Barton - Human lover of Quatre
Duo Maxwell - Self proclaimed Shinigami and protector of Beloveds
Heero Yuy - Killer of the Word; life debted to Duo
Treize Kushrenada - General who seeks out Wufei for his powers
Zechs - slightly insane Beloved who becomes Treize's Seer and lover
::Warnings:: Shounen ai, implied rape, and graphic descriptions
This is a completely alternate universe from Gundam Wing and as such, I beg pardon for the out of character-ness that often finds its way in my words. Please enjoy the world I have taken such pains to create...
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The figure paused as he entered the Seer's tent, fighting back the urge to cough in the thick clouds of incense that filled the space, creeping along the floor like mist. He walked carefully through the haze, squinting in the near darkness. Thick, dark silks had been hung from the canvas walls, giving the impression of a maze within the small area. Scented candles lit the way, their flames an eerie green.
Magic, the man thought with a shudder. The Seer was one of the most powerful to be born in the last century and the man had taken it upon himself to make sure that he was on his side.
"Treize Kushrenada."
The voice drifted like a living thing through the smoke, crawling across Treize's skin with an unwholesome feeling.
Treize stopped walking, sure that the Seer could not be found unless he wished to be. "Zechs."
At his name, the pale Seer stepped directly in front of Treize, a terrible smile on his lips. A thick robe was draped lazily across his shoulders, exposing a pale, well muscled chest and slim hips covered with silk pants. Blind white eyes peered from beneath cascades of platinum hair, staring straight into Treize's own surprised eyes.
The boy had been blind since birth, his body perfected for the inner world of a seer rather than the outer world. Still, he did not need any assistance in getting around. he moved and acted just as if he were a sighted person...and that terrified Treize on a level he refused to face.
"Seek your answers..."
Treize smiled. "You already know my question. Have you found the boy?"
Again, the malicious smile. "Aa. I have found him. He is Beloved of the Dragon Clan." The robe slipped from his shoulder suggestively. "You don't need him," he said in a seductive whisper, lithe body moving towards Treize with erotic grace. Treize felt himself respond immediately, but steeled himself against the boy's advances.
"His name."
Zechs hissed in anger, his blind eyes closing in frustration. "Chang Wufei." His voice became venomous. "He will bear you a powerful son."
Treize seized the boy in a crushing grip, giving into his growing lust. "That's what I wanted to know." He caught the other's lips in a bruising kiss, driven by the eager response the Seer gave. Zechs moaned and leaned into the invasion of his mouth. He drew back almost painfully, sightless eyes looking up at Treize in confusion.
"What of Chang?"
Treize slipped the robe off his shoulder, biting the pale flesh he found beneath. "Tomorrow, Seer." He bit again, hard enough to leave a mark on his Seer. Zechs panted and moaned as his body shuddered with the pain. The older man smiled, a chilling mate to Zechs' own. "Tomorrow I will bring the child to his destiny. For now..."
They fell to the floor, tangled in each other's limbs. Their lust drove them until dawn, and even then Kushrenada still thought of his future...his destiny.
Chang Wufei.
"Wufei! Wufei, where are you?"
Wufei sighed in frustration, snapping his book closed with a growl. His mate's voice carried throughout the square; if he didn't answer, the entire village would be out in force looking for him.
"Meiran! For Beloved's Sake, would you keep it down?"
The young girl looked up in surprise to see her mate standing on a high tree limb, familiar book in hand. The tree rested at the center of the village and Wufei had found solace in its branches since he was a child. His mate knew he could be found here if nowhere else. His white robe was open to the waist, and Meiran nearly blushed at the sight of his bronze chest. His silky black hair was trapped in a severe ponytail at the nape of his neck, making his face appear older. Wufei was stunningly beautiful despite all he did to hide it.
Chang Wufei was special, even among the Beloved. A rare breed, Beloved were revered by their villages for their unique physiology: they possessed the traits of both men and women; able to bear children as well as create them in other Beloved. The children of Beloved were most often Human, but they always had wondrous powers, such as healing or farseeing.
Wufei was the child of Beloved and a Man. Not forbidden, but not common either. He had an unnatural intelligence, as well as an empathic connection with nature. He would spend hours on end wandering the forests, lost in is commune with trees and the animals who made them their homes.
Meiran was often jealous of her mate's abilities. Both her parents were Human, and it was just a twist of Fate that had made her Beloved. She had been sent to the Dragon Clan when she was ten to train with their Beloved, Wufei. They studies martial arts together, Wufei becoming stronger and more graceful by the day, leaving Meiran to feel inadequate next to him.
It had been a mixed surprise for Meiran when they were told they would be mated at twelve. Wufei had been shocked and horrified. His studies had always come first, and he felt that Meiran acted too much like a man to be a proper mate for him. He often told her that she shamed him with her ways, marching about the countryside doing battle with cutthroats and thieves, claiming to be the God of Justice, Nataku.
Instead of shaming her, his words made her work harder to prove what she felt in her soul: that she was born to be Nataku's instrument of Justice on this plane.
"It is nearing..."
I know what time it is, onna! Wufei thought unkindly as he climbed carefully from his perch within the limbs of the towering oak. He had spent the entire day just staring at his book, trying to ignore the strange urges that rushed through his body.
Meiran stopped talking as she watched the boy navigate his way easily to the ground. It was futile anyway. Wufei ignored her almost every time she opened her mouth, his superior attitude convinced that she had nothing of worth to say.
His lip curled in a near-sneer as he walked towards his mate, but forced the expression to melt into an apologetic smile. "Forgive me, mate. I grow moody as the time approaches."
Meiran didn't buy a word of his sugared apology, but let it slide. Wufei had become worse in the past week, his temper nearly non-existent. He snapped frequently at every one, whether he meant to or not. She forgave him for now.
Within hours, the boy would become almost unmanageable as hormones raced through his body and left him weak with the need to mate for the next three days. He and Meiran would be secluded away for that time, in order for them to use that time to try and conceive a child.
Again, Meiran felt a stir of jealousy. Since Wufei was older, he had reached his cycle, his Throe, before her. He would bear their first child. A child that would probably share Wufei's power.
If Wufei had his choice, he would gladly allow Meiran to have all the children. If it hadn't been his obligation to provide more Beloved, he wouldn't have any part of the nonsense.
He stumbled as a rush of heat flowed through his body, nearly bringing him to his knees in its intensity. Meiran was at his side in an instant, gentle hands rubbing his back in comforting circles. She had been training for the past few weeks on how to handle him when the Throe hit full force.
Wufei felt himself responding to her touch, the terrible wave leaving his body trembling in her strong arms. Wufei was suddenly very aware of Meiran, seeing her with new eyes borne of the hormones in his cycle.
"Meiran..."
She hushed him quickly, understanding the changes he was going through. Emotions had been obstacles to be overcome in Wufei's world; now they would overwhelm him. If Meiran let him admit what she knew in her heart, Wufei would hate himself for the rest of his life for giving in to his weakness.
"Be strong, love. Things will be better soon."
Leaning heavily together, Meiran managed to get Wufei to their house, laying the flushed boy on the bed, made with white linens for the special occasion. There was a quiet knock on the doorframe.
"Meiran-sama..."
Meiran smiled gently at her serving lady. "Get the village elders. Wufei is ready."
The servant rushed from the room, smiling with delight. This would be the first time she would be witness to a Beloved coupling, an unparalleled honor.
Meiran turned back to her mate as he moaned. His dark skin shone with perspiration, hot as natural lust raged within his body.
"Please, Meiran...I need you..."
The words told Meiran he was ready. She took his hand first, careful not to startle him with her touch. Wufei would lose himself in pleasure until the cycle passed...one had to be very gentle and patient with a Beloved amidst the Throe.
She brought his palm to her face, breathing deeply. Pheromones surged through her body, triggering her own response. She slowly crawled on the bed next to Wufei, pulling away his robe and pants. She controlled her breathing throughout the procedure, inhaling the thick scent that filled the small room. Soon she was as aroused as the boy writhing on the bed.
She kissed him then, letting go of her resolve to take it slowly. She had waited two years to share Wufei this way, as a lover, something he would not allow otherwise. For now she could pretend that her mate loved her as much as she loved him.
Treize sighed into the morning air, hands absently running along the neck of the horse beneath him. He was wrapped in a thick cloak, hood pulled to covered his honey haired head. Zechs sat patiently on a horse next to him, white eyes staring down into the village that sprawled out in the valley before him.
"What do you see, Zechs?"
The Seer pointed down into the valley. " I see the one you seek, in the midst of his Throe. We have come in time."
Treize smiled cruelly. Soon, the Beloved would be his to claim...to give him a son. He raised his arm, summoning his soldiers forward. Chain mail shone in the early dawn, swords drawn and ready for battle.
"Kill them all."
Meiran crawled from the comfort of her dreams to the muffled sound of screaming. Her lady servant was shouting something at her, pulling on her arm. She woke instantly when she felt the hilt of her blade placed in her hand.
"What is it?" She scrambled for clothing, settling for her mate's pants and her own tunic. Wufei stirred at the commotion, momentarily free from the Throe in his exhaustion. Meiran's own body ached pleasantly. She hadn't know such pleasure existed until last night.
"Mei-chan..."
Meiran smiled at the tired whisper. She leaned over to him, kissing his swollen lips. His black hair had come undone during their activities and clung seductively to his cheeks. He was still scented with pheromones and they threatened her control. "No worries, koibito. Stay here."
Meiran followed her lady servant out to the front of the house, peering out the windows in the front room. Her body went cold as she saw people being dragged from their houses and brands being thrown on the thatched roofs. Her clan was murdered on their doorsteps as their houses burned to the ground.
She was ready to throw open the door when she heard the floorboards creak behind her. She dropped the silver blade to her side, rushing to her mate's side. He had managed to pull on an extra set of practice pants, still shirtless. "Hide!" she hissed.
Something in her voice brought Wufei from his haze. His dark eyes cleared and he looked to where the lady servant stood by the door, ready to defend her masters. "Bring my blade."
"No!" Meiran shouted as the woman bolted across the front room to the training room that was kept just off of it. "Wufei! You're in no condition..."
"Onna..." her mate said warningly. "We will face this together."
Meiran bristled at his insult, stepping back the window as Wufei recovered his blade from the servant's hands. Soldiers swept through the houses on either side of their own, their blades glistening with the blood of men, women, and children alike. She gasped as she realized what was happening.
"They're here for us! They've killed everyone else..."
She was determined that they would not find her an easy target. She was the Spirit of Justice; she would not stand idly by and let her village be murdered.
Her hand reached for the doorknob and was covered by Wufei's dark hand. She looked into his ebony eyes, watching him fight valiantly against the Throe that still raged through his body. Unfamiliar concern shone there as well and he nodded once before opening the door.
They ran out into the packed dirt of the street, screaming in challenge. Soldiers shied away from the figure they were told not to touch, but focuses in Meiran. Her blade flashed in the dawn light, cutting down soldiers with ease. Wufei's moves matched her own, emboldened by the knowledge that these men would not touch him.
Try as he might, Wufei found it hard to focus on the battle around him. He cut through the soldiers that threatened to overwhelm Meiran, barely registering her cry of "Justice!" as she screamed in rage. His body wanted nothing more than to give into the pleasure that raged through it, a feeling that was intensified by Meiran's close proximity. He pulled back just in time to save his head from being removed from his shoulders, killing the shocked soldier who had almost done the deed with a quick thrust to the abdomen.
"Hold!"
The soldiers parted quickly, leaving Wufei and Meiran back to back, covered in dust and blood. Wufei fell to his knees, losing his fight against the Throe. Meiran did not move beyond placing a comforting hand on his head.
Her dark gaze promised death to the hooded figure mounted before her. He drew back the cloak slowly, face revealed in the rapidly brightening morn.
"Kushrenada."
The ginger haired soldier smiled, cold and malicious. "You know of me, Chang Meiran."
Meiran hid her surprise. History was full of people who had taken Beloved for their own evil ends. She would not let that happen to herself or Wufei, even if it meant her life.
Treize leaned forward on the pommel of his saddle. "Your village is gone. I have seen that everyone was killed. What have you to say to that?"
"Bastard," came her hate filled hiss. "What do you want?"
"Wufei."
Somewhere, deep inside herself, Meiran had known. Wufei's powers would be attractive to a man like Treize, and the possibility of offspring...
With deliberate slowness, she knelt next to her mate, bringing her katana up to his throat. His back rested on her chest and his head fell on her shoulder. She could see the understanding in his black eyes, and the tears that were mirrored in her own. Her hand moved...
"No!"
Wufei felt Meiran shuddered, her eyes wide in shock. A thin line of blood trickled from her mouth and she blinked slowly. "Wufei?"
As if in slow motion, Meiran fell backwards, stirring a cloud of dust as she landed on the hard ground. Wufei found a hidden reserve of strength, turning quickly and gathering her too still form in his arms. He cradled her as she fought to breathe, hands smoothing her black hair away from her face.
"Shh...Meiran..."
"Wu...Ai shi..."
Wufei felt his mate's spirit as it slipped from her body, leaving nothing but a shell in his arms. A scream tore from his throat as her eyes closed, his own soul torn at her passing. Tears burned in his eyes as he lowered her to the ground, his grief quickly becoming dangerous anger. Slowly, purposefully, he picked up the katana from her limp hand and smiled at the soldier before him.
"In death..." The blade came up to his throat, razor's edge nicking the olive skin. "United." His eyes closed and his hand drew back...
"I don't think so, Beloved..."
The blade disappeared. Wufei opened his eyes to find himself staring into depthless white ones, Meiran's katana balanced in the blonde's strong hand. The blade flashed as Zechs placed it in the empty scabbard on his back.
As if he knew he would need it...
"Seer."
Quicker than thought, Zechs brought himself close enough to Wufei so that their noses were nearly touching. Wufei did not flinch, even when he saw the evil behind the seer's eyes.
Zechs laughed hollowly. "Sleep, Wufei. You'll meet your fate soon enough."
Wufei couldn't fight the magic behind the command, eyes slipping closed almost immediately. Zechs caught the boy before he fell, lifting him as if he were weightless. He remounted his horse and took off into the night, captive laid across his saddle.
Treize watched the Seer leave with his chosen Beloved, smiling at imagined delights. He turned back to the dead body of Meiran Chang.
What a waste... "Make sure nothing remains. Burn the bodies with their houses. All..." he paused and pointed to the body before him. "Except her."
He wheeled his horse sharply, leaving the death of the Dragon clan in his wake.