The Heart and His King
A/N: Thank you everyone who's reviewed! Your comments really encourage me to write, this chapter helps build towards something occurring in the future. It was quite enjoyable to work on. Lol and I have to say I do feel sorry for Trowa at times but don't worry things will get better for him ;) hopefully.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Gundum Wing this is written for my own amusement and hopefully will give others some enjoyment also.
Last Time….
The slender orphan exhausted, almond shaped eyes continually beginning to slip closed, the thief becoming more and more tired, not use to being stuck in one place for such a long time and worse when so many people were around him yet flat out refused to even look at him! Let alone speak with him.
"When I can flaunt my princely powers YOU'LL PAY" Duo called out shaking a fist dramatically, before slumping over again with a sigh, the boy whining 'Soooooooo bored.'
Rating: M
Chapter Rating: T
Author: Look up...
Warnings: SLASH, MalexMale relationships, language
Heero frowned, sliding his hands into the pristine white gloves he was accustomed to wearing, ignoring the questions pouring from his body guard, the King near regretting his action of just taking the first useless teen he'd come across, he could of at least found one a little less disagreeable. Head still pounding from the braided teenager's screams that escaped the carriage at intervals during the wait for the Arabian Prince and his entourage to get ready, navy eyes flickering over to his tall bodyguard. The brunette now glaring his way, Heero rolled his eyes "Trowa, the boy really isn't your concern, I'm asking Quat to come with us as he's a friend of my husband that's all."
The emerald eyed guard crossed his arms, a brow lifting in slight disbelief, "Its unlike you your Highness allowing a mere teen to come along for the ride, no matter the relationship he may have with Prince Duo."
The irritated royal only glaring at his age old friend in response, 'Quatre was the future king of the most influential and powerful Kingdom of the earth so even to his childhood friend and now bodyguard he wasn't divulging the truth behind Quatre's fake persona. Trowa would have to know the manipulative smiling blonde as Quat for now, he wasn't making enemies with a Prince who could just squash his Realm on a whim if upset.
"You prefer I leave him here?" Heero eventually forced out voice frosty causing the tall bodyguard to frown diverting his gaze troubled.
"No of course not your Highness something just feels off, that was all, the boy is very sweet." Trowa murmured sounding a little perplexed and suspicious.
Heero snorted at the comment, 'Sweet, as if.' He thought sarcastically before putting a foot in a stirrup and pushing himself up easily onto the white war horse Wing beneath him.
Watching as Trowa followed suit, his red heavy stature stallion huffing as it was mounted by the tall bodyguard. Navy eyes flashing as the royal grimaced hearing yet again a mass of impolite curses coming a hundred feet away, regretting yet again his choice of bride. 'Is there anyway I can make him SHUT up" Heero hissed under his breath his friend's way.
The elegant brunette glancing over a shoulder before giving the King a sympathetic smile, "Not really Heero." Trowa whispered in return, before chuckling eyes dancing in amusement. "He might need some etiquette lessons once at the palace?"
"By the sky he'll need more then that." Heero muttered darkly, unable to imagine his officials trying to train his new bride in royal manners.
"Why hello your Highness, I was told we were leaving soon?" A light voice interrupted the pair, causing both to glance over to the smiling blonde that had approached, the tallest gasping in slight shock.
"Is that an Arabian horse!" Trowa near spluttered in shock, eyes locked on the beautiful creature the turquoise eyed royal was sitting on.
Quatre smiled eyes glinting in amusement, voice however coming out rather shy. "..Yes Sir Barton, it is, it was a gift from my father, but Sandrock is a beautiful animal I'm very happy to have her." The blonde said fondly hand smoothing over the pale coloured neck of the Arabian horse.
The body guard glanced up to the young in appearance teenager, eyes flickering in slight suspicion and curiosity. "How could you ever afford it?" He asked bluntly, unable to understand how a son of a merchant could own a creature so expensive. "And please, just call me Trowa."
Blue green eyes narrowed substantially, "That Sir Barton is none of your business, that you assume my Father would not try to buy me an expensive animal is an insult in itself." Quatre said, voice the coldest the body guard had ever heard it since meeting the smiling blonde. The small teenager obviously offended, Quatre then glancing towards the watching King, "Did you wish to go? King Heero."
Heero just made a low sound in his throat of agreement and gestured the party forward, trying to block out the wailing that had begun moments after his new husband realized they were leaving finally.
Trowa unable to help but just stare as the small teenage crooned a word of advance, Quatre moving off beside the King, it taking a few seconds for the bodyguard to gather himself after the boy's harsh words and followed them both. The tall protector for once completely baffled by what was happening, unable to understand why the mysterious blonde was being allowed to converse with the King, Heero not seeming to mind at all, nor why he had offended the stranger so quickly. He was beginning to have the feeling today wasn't going to be his day at all.
OOOOOOOOOO
Duo growled under his breath, presently slouched, chin tucked into his chest as he sulked, arms crossed, looking like a four year old who wasn't getting what he wanted. The lavender eyed boy was absolutely sick of this treatment, they'd been traveling for two days now, his throat was sore and scratchy and no one, not even his so called husband had came to speak with him, instead he was chaperoned by four guards and only ever allowed outside the god forsaken carriage when he had 'business' to attend to.
The young thief sighed, watching as the trees and scenery flew past at a sedate pace, hearing the sounds of horses and men joking together occasionally, even the harsh voice of the King at occasions when ordering the men to do certain tasks. 'Life sucked' Duo thought grumpily, sitting up to peek out a window again, seeing two guards glance at him suspiciously, no surprise seeing as he'd attempted to run for it three times already.
"Heeeey I need to pee." Duo whined, getting a sudden impulsive idea, seeing the two Calvary guards sending pained glances to each other, before ever so reluctantly calling the carriage to a standstill. Due grinning for a moment, impatiently fidgeting as the door was opened, four guards now watching him cautiously, "Man lighten up." The braided youth joked, already beginning to brighten at the idea of being outside, jumping down to the earth, only cringing slightly as hands dug into his upper arms to prevent him bolting.
Duo rolled his eyes, "As if I'm stupid enough to run with all you guys here…geez how dumb do you think I am." He muttered violet eyes flickering to the side trying to see how far away the King and other guards were from his carriage.
Ignoring the soft apologies from the faceless guards as he was half dragged half escorted into the forest. The slender boy biting his lower lip appearing forlorn once in the cool green of the forests, the surrounding guards remaining silent for some time, before eventually becoming uneasy.
"Your Highness do you feel alright?" One asked sounding slightly worried, none of the guards having seen the small new royal so down before. Of course they'd heard him yell and wail, curse and scream, but teary was something different altogether and it didn't sit too well with any of the Falacia Air guards.
Duo shrugged keeping his gaze locked on the ground, the slightest twitch of a smile at his lips when feeling the two guards loosen their grips slowly.
"Are you hungry Heart we can ask the King to hold the travel for half an hour so you can have a good meal, I know eating whilst traveling can be uncomfortable." A taller guard offered.
"..That would be nice." Duo murmured sounding hesitant, eyes gleaming with a hidden excitement when hearing the guards talking amongst themselves encouraged from his response.
"Then I will go. You three I'm sure are more then good enough to protect the Prince when relieving himself." A guard said eventually.
A few minutes later once Duo was sure the man was out of ear shot he acted, abruptly he elbowed the guard on his left, causing him to lose his hold, then spun and threw his leg out knocking the other over.
Panicked the guards tried to grab at his slender form as he shoved past the final guard, Duo punching the male straight in the face, the violet eyed boy yelping as a hand caught his ankle sending him sprawling to the ground. A muffled whimper passing his lips having landed roughly on a sharp rock, the thief rolled quickly out the other three's reach however before jumping to his feet and bolting, it not being long before he had disappeared into the forest, laughter being the last thing the guards could catch of the mischievous boy.
OOOOOOOOOOOO
Heero stiffened, navy eyes glancing back behind him warily, a sense of foreboding having fallen over his shoulders for a split second. "Did you hear something?" Heero queried his quiet friend at his side, the green eyed bodyguard looking to the royal before shaking his head brow furrowed.
"No your Highness not a thing." Trowa paused looking slightly perplexed. "But where is the blonde? He was here not long ago."
The king rolled his eyes, "Like I care, good riddance I say." He said coldly, seeing startlement in the other teen's eyes, before the green eyed brunette looked away.
"I thought you liked Quat?" At Heero's look, Trowa hurriedly continued. "Well it has appeared to me that you have allied yourself with the boy, you two have been side by side the entire trip."
Heero sighed as if pained, 'Like I had a choice.' He thought wearily, "Jealous Barton? That's not like you." Heero snapped back smirking at the flush that spilled over his childhood friend's cheeks.
"H..Hey! I didn't mean…" Trowa spluttered.
"Sire! Your Highness! Hurry my lord there's been an accident!" Someone called loudly interrupting Trowa's words, the yelling causing many of the royal entourage to watch the flushed guard running towards the Falacia Air King.
Heero glared at the man disrupting the short break he'd allowed, 'His new 'Husband' had wanted it after all.' Suddenly all blood seemed to drain from his face, a horrible thought clicking in his mind. "What's wrong?" Heero ordered harshly, eyes dark with annoyance, "Describe the accident."
"Y..you..re I.. I ..mean.." The man stammered looking rather distraught. "I'm sorry your majesty I'm sorry…" He continued.
Heero's temper rising at the unhelpful words "Do you want to die?" He asked coldly, eyes flashing. The swordsman more then happy to destroy the other's useless life and actions, Heero never having been one with patience for those who make mistakes.
"No no..it's…your Heart! Our Heart is gone. He ran my Lord I'm so sorry…" The guard said weakly.
Heero gaping at the words, Trowa sending worried glances his friend's way "HE WHAT?" The royal exploded enraged, aura visibly changing at the guards words. "How dare he run from his responsibilities." He spat inwardly seething. Navy eyes darkening in his angered state, Heero, jumped up into his saddle, ordering his large white warhorse forward, leaving the rest of the entourage behind in its mass of confusion and questions.
"Just great" Trowa groaned, hands massaging his brow, realizing he was suppose to follow his friend when in one of his suicidal moods.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Duo winced limping over to a large flat rock near a merrily running stream, sitting down gingerly to stare at the large patch of blood on his leg, slender fingers carefully prodding through the material trying to judge its size. Sighing the braided teen just shrugged it off leaning back on the warm stone, violet eyes watching the water run past, a happiness to his features. He'd finally escaped, it had been close for sure, but he'd done it! Now he'd never have to leave his home land, Rastllee was his birth place and he loved the country, to travel over seas to Falacia Air was thankfully now out of the question. Duo tilted his head, glancing up through the tree's trying to judge how long it'd been since he'd made a run for it, the sun had moved quite a distance and Duo decided he could safely say he'd been gone for around six hours now.
The boy laughed slightly, fingers lifting up to tug at his braid, nose crinkling at the amount of leaves and sticks that had got stuck in the chestnut length. "Ewww." He whined disgusted by the finding, Duo always having adored his hair. Glancing back the way he'd come and deciding he was quite safe, slender browned hands begun unraveling his locks from the braid that normally held his thick hair in place, picking out carefully the sticks and leaves that had caught, it not being long before his mane was free of any nature leftovers. Duo humming as he just ran his fingers through the long hair, much of it he'd moved over his shoulder so it was left in his lap to protect it from any more damage.
/Meanwhile/
Trowa cursed, slipping over yet again in the muddy ground, the tall bodyguard having lost his King and friend hours ago, teeth gritting as he got to his feet yet again, he'd been forced to leave his horse Heavy Arms behind long ago once realizing the forest was too thick. The protector sending some thoughts of encouragement Heero's way, hoping he wasn't in a sticky mess like him. Trying to scrape as much of the slick mud off his body as he could, Trowa continued walking forward flicking the messy goop off as he went. But a sudden sound stopped him, the tall teen freezing, hurriedly ducking behind a nearby tree, green eyes watching for any noticeable change.
Five minutes past before suddenly a figure broke away from some trees, running through the swampy land, the individual was cloaked and obviously didn't want to be found. Like a shot Trowa burst forward, feet light as he caught each foothold available in the wet area, smirking slightly at the startled cry from the youth as he in moments grabbed him around the waist, yanking him back against his larger form.
"Unhand me!" The familiar voice cried out, Trowa blinking before spinning the small body around surprised to see large blue green eyes looking up at him, the blonde in his arms currently flushed from all the running he'd been doing mouth set in an expression that was most likely meant to be anger, but looked closer to a childish pout.
"Quat?" The green eyed guard murmured in disbelief "What are you doing out here?" Trowa's eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion "The Prince! Is the Heart here? Did you help him escape?"
