Disclaimer: I don't owe gundam wing TT and I don't earn any profit from this fic…. However, the story is mine!
Hey, how was it? Reviews please I would be so happy. Well someone? Anyone? Hello? Okay, I think I erm… a bit mad already sorry.
Well, on with the story…
palace at gundam
"Prince Heero? Prince Trowa?" a maid called out tentatively as she knocked. She knew how the two princes hated interruptions when they were talking.
However, it was time for their lessons with Dr J, one of the King's advisors. She was told to ask them to go down to the laboratory. She shivered slightly as she thought of the strange place. She would not want to spend a minute there. The place was creepy.
"Excuse me, your highnesses?" she called again, louder this time. However, there was still no answer.
Well… I did try… maybe I should… the young maid thought as she put her hand on the doorknob and just a turn.
Suddenly someone tapped on her shoulder. Shocked, the girl jumped at the tap. She spun around to find herself looking at one of the general, Lady Une.
"Yes?" the girl managed to squeak out while calming down.
"Hilde, you can't go in," Une said simply.
However, the meaning was clear and Hilde groaned. She understood perfectly what had happened without getting in the room.
"They sneaked out again, didn't they? Well, I don't know anything. I just say I can't find them to Dr J," the girl just signed.
Sometimes these two princes were trouble. They hated lessons and did not always attend them. Then again, she could not really blame them. After all, even she herself did not like the five advisors. They seemed so creepy sometimes.
"Well, that makes the two of us," Une said in a resigned voice, "the general is wanted by Sally for a talk about the health of the troops. She wants to speak to him since this morning."
"Well, they will be back soon, right?" Hilde asked as the two of them signed before parting their ways to give their respective messages.
outside the palace
"Well, you two missed another of J's lesson again. I hope you realize that," Trezie said as the group of them was finally on their way home from the trip to the village near the palace.
"Hn," Heero grunted while Trowa only smirked.
"Do you honestly think they care?" Wufei asked as he shook his head at the expressions on both the princes' face.
"No, actually. I don't think they care but I just wanted to state a fact. And it was boring riding with no conversation going on," Trezie signed, "maybe, Wufei, do you think we could…"
Before Trezie could continue, Wufei cut him off with a big exasperated "no!"
"Hey! I have not even said what I want!" Trezie argued before he put on a smile that made Wufei blushed, "I just want you to use your magic and do something with the personalities of our two royal highnesses over here."
"Whatever it is. You jolly well know that I am not allowed to use magic for personal gain. And don't talk if you have nothing to say," Wufei shot back at Trezie, "and it is not my fault that the two of them are so quiet and boring."
"Stop talking about me like I am not here," Heero glared behind him to look at the pair of lovers on the horses behind them.
"Well, why do you think we tend to do this?" Trezie asked, smirking.
"Cause you are bored?" Trowa finally made a comment.
"And that is because why, your royal highness?" Trezie grinned slightly.
"Because Wufei does not allow you to stare at him as you did on the other trips," Trowa concluded in a monotone.
"That's not true!" Wufei argued weakly as he blushed.
"Well, maybe that's true, my little dragon," Trezie teased, "You look cute when you blushed."
"No, I don't!" Wufei exploded, "this is injustice! And this conversation is getting ridiculous!"
"Whatever you say so, dragon. You can't stop what others," Trezie was cut off by a commotion in front of the group.
"What happened?" Wufei asked as he moved to the front of the group. After all, the two of them were supposed to be protecting their two princes.
"I'll take a look. Stay here. I mean it," Trezie said as he rode towards the commotion.
However, what he saw made his stomach turned.
"What happened?" Heero was suddenly besides him, followed by a smirking Trowa and a resigned Wufei.
"You are supposed to stay there!" Trezie hissed in anger. These two never ever listened to him.
"I am the crown prince. I am above you. Why should I listen to you?" Heero glared at Trezie as he approached the group in front of them.
"Stop, Your Highness!" Trezie protested but Heero had already ridden in front of him towards the crowd while Wufei followed him quickly.
What kind of bodyguard can one be if his charge never listens to him? Or should I think what kind of prince would ignore his own general's warning and rushed into trouble? Only the great Prince Heero, Trezie thought, well if Heero would to listen to him, then they would not be here and Heero and Trowa would be in Dr J's class.
"No! Stop!" Wufei's distressed voice cut off his thoughts.
"Damm! I forgot I don't want Wufei to see this!" Trezie sped off towards them.
"Wufei!" Heero demanded as he followed Wufei down the horses, trying to calm down the younger sorcerer.
To Heero's horror, instead of calming down, Wufei started to chant a spell.
"Fire of the dragon hears my cry," Wufei's chant was cut short as Trezie's hand covered his mouth and stopped him.
Trezie whispered calming words to Wufei, "you are freed now. You are safe. We will put a stop to this somehow, okay? Calm down."
Wufei calmed down a bit but all he could see were images of the whip hitting his body. He could feel the stings of the whip on his body. He felt pain. It was making him hard to see.
"Stupid slave! Can't even walk properly! You want to slow everyone down? I would show you the price of falling down!" an angry voice yelled followed by sounds of a whip hitting flesh.
I am safe. I am safe. I am safe, Wufei told himself, I am no longer a slave and no one can hurt me. I am safe. I am safe.
"Help them," he whispered weakly to Trezie as he tried to stand on his own. He would not be a weakling. He would show them justice.
"You want to help him? Then I just hit you two! Do you think you are helping him?" the angry voice continued.
Trezie nodded as he approached the crowd and ordered them to stop what they were doing.
However, his command was lost in the haze of anger the four slavers were in. they were all gathered in a circle using their whips to beat the two slaves huddled together.
Before Trezie could do anything, Heero walked up to one of the slavers and grabbed his whip.
"Stop," he said simply as he glared at the slavers with the promise of death in his eyes.
The slavers looked surprised and stunned at his interruption and a glint of fear when they met Heero's glare. However, after they looked at the size of Heero, they showed no signs of fear. They simply smirked at him. After all, Heero looked so much younger and smaller than they did.
"Who are you? What are you doing?" one of the slavers demanded as he stepped closer to Heero and glared at him.
"Hn," Heero simply replied.
The normally serious Trowa snickered immediately while Trezie looked amused. However, all the slavers looked confused at the simple reply.
"Not everyone understand your language," Trezie said simply before adding, "your royal highness."
A gasp could be heard throughout the crowd as they realized they were speaking to one of the royalty. Who was he? This question was on all the slavers' mind.
"Let them go," Trowa said simply.
"No! They are our slaves. Our goods. Our tools to golds! We can't just let them go!" one of the slavers growled.
He was strike by the whip in Heero's hands as soon as he spoke. The slaver stumbled back in surprise and pain while glaring at Heero. Royalty or not he would not be intimated by a mere lad especially with so many people looking.
"Why you!" the slaver yelled angrily as he charged towards the teen. However, Heero only sidestepped and punched him.
"No human being is a tool," Heero said as he glared into the slave's pained face.
"We buy them," Trezie said calmly.
He had to help the two of them at least. Though he did not want to endanger the two princes in getting into a fight, one that he was positive that the three of them would win, he wanted to help the two slaves huddled together on the floor. The two of them looked so young and so weak. He looked back at Wufei who was resting against a tree near the horses, looking weak as he tried to keep his mind in present. Trezie knew he had to help them, not only because of his conscience but also for Wufei.
"The two of them were caught and had not even had their first master so their prices would be high," another of the uneducated slavers said, "They had high prices."
"Well, you have already damaged them," Trezie winced. He hated speaking of these poor young boys as goods.
"They will heal," another slave spoke, "three thousands golds for each."
"Just give them," Trowa said simply as he kneeled besides the two slaves.
Heero joined him as they each helped the two slaves. Both flinched inwardly at how light the two of them were in their arms as they carried them to their horses, leaving Trezie to pay the slavers. Trezie muttered something about irresponsible princes as the two princes studied the features of the slaves they had in their arms.
For a while, the two princes were lost in a daze. Heero looked at the slave he was carrying. Surprisingly, this slave had long hair that was in a braid and as Heero looked into those eyes that were looking at him blankly; his cobalt eyes were locked in violet eyes.
Somehow, he could not turn away from those eyes. Eyes that spoke volumes. Eyes that he recognized with angst and unshed tears that said something his own eyes once said.
I am hurting.
Sorry I think this is quite short. Well at least not as long as I want it to be but I was eager to post another chapter. Well, please read and review.
I think I am going to work at another chapter before my admission to uni. Well, I will be very very happy to have reviews. Really.
Meantime I think I will work on my profile as well.
