Disclaimer: Please note that I do not own the Gundam Wing characters. However, the literature is mine. This story was originally written for a different fandom but I have decided to rewrite it for the GW fandom. I hope you can enjoy the story for what it is and I definitely welcome any constructive criticism you may have.

Main Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 13x5

Rated: M

Warning: AU, Dark, Angst, Romance, Non-Con, Lemon

Mysteria: Myth of the Siren

By Solo's Cry (soloscry)

Chapter X

This Siren is all too fascinating… the pale and smooth complexion, the soft slope of his nose... utterly enticing under the soft glow of the torchlight.

In fact, just the way the dark head was nestled comfortably under his arm was enough to cause his heart to flutter in foreign, bewildering patterns.

Treize quickly pulled his arm away from Wufei's slumbering body and rolled out of the large bed. His mind refused to let him rest so innocently against that vulnerable body.

Yes. He had once threatened this small being with the thousands of soldiers sleeping beyond his household at the Fortress. However, the mere thought made his chest tighten uncharacteristically.

Treize shook his head.

There was simply no way he would ever hand over the Siren to the physically needy soldiers under his command.

Without a doubt, Wufei wouldn't last more than an hour. Treize allowed his eyes to trail down to Wufei's inner thigh. The creamy skin was carelessly exposed, peaking out from behind the blue silk.

What are these troublesome emotions surfacing all of a sudden? Treize has never felt anything like this before.

The look on the Siren's face when he mentioned his mistresses... Treize had to do everything he could to suppress his laughter. Could innocence really be this endearing?

Sighing, Treize secured his uniform onto his body and grabbed his sword on the way out of the room.

Nonetheless, it was time to check up on the parameters.

Danger is approaching. He could feel it.

"Soldier."

The stoic guard immediately saluted upon being spoken to, "Sir."

Treize motioned to the door behind him, "I want the Siren sent to the healing quarters at first light. Have the healer show him the ropes, he will at least be of help there."

The soldier sharply confirmed the order and dropped his salute, "At first light, sir."

Treize nodded and started down the corridor to the household's exit, "I will be down at the Fortress if I am needed."

"Yes, sir."

"And make sure none of the females investigate the Siren, keep them at bay. Any of them disobey this order, they will become fresh products at the meat market."

The soldier continued to confirm the orders in a monotone voice, "As ordered, first light, healer, female busybodies, meat market. Copy that, sir. Have a pleasant patrol, Captain Khushrenada."

Treize smirked over his shoulder as he exited the door, "Good day, soldier. May the Gods be with you when morning strikes."

Treize pushed out of the door towards his black stallion. The beautiful beast roamed freely among the trees, "Oz."

The horse paused, turning towards Treize with a soft neigh before lightly galloping to its owner.

Effortlessly mounting, Treize gave it a soft tap with his heel, "To the Fortress."

Yes. May the Gods be with his loyal soldier against the inevitable stampede. Treize shuddered.

.oO{ }Oo.

Duo felt his heart leap in his chest when he felt a cool breeze pass his cheek, his first breath of fresh air chilling his lungs.

He took a deep breath when the claws pinching his arm released. A light welcoming breeze ruffling his hair when the bird flapped its wings and took flight.

He made it.

The first sound of rushing wind enriched his entire being, the loud cry of the mountain hawk bringing him a deep nostalgic feeling of reality.

The atmosphere was crisp and inviting.

He had not been aware of the stuffiness of the space until he walked further. The air was thin and light, chilly and cold… a relief that bathed his dulled senses.

One undoubtedly learns to cherish their Gift when the Gift has been stifled so involuntarily for weeks. Sound, the one element that was his life source returning to him in soothing waves…

Duo swallowed the cool air before moving forward towards a clean-cut path leading up the side of the mountain.

He could see the wide vast lands below, rich with dark green forest and dark blue waters. The beauty in the arms of Mother Nature.

Duo took his first step up the path, his hand moving to rest on the cold rock of the mountainside.

It took him by surprise when his vision began to fade, a familiar inky darkness leaking in from the edges until his sight blurred and vanished.

He stiffened momentarily in surprise before the voice reappeared in his mind.

~Continue on this path, Duo. The Fire awaits you beyond these ancient rocks.~

Duo bit his lip, the hand on the mountain tightening.

There was no other way. The old rock will have to be his guide…

~Make haste, Dragnia is most anxious to receive you.~

Duo continued forward, his steps hesitant, his strides small.

So it has been confirmed.

This mountain is the path to Dragnia. The only mountainous region in the entire continent on the west side of the Mysterian Seas.

The land of the mystical creatures that have come to be known as Dragons.

Duo felt a small smile pull at the corners of his mouth.

If only Quatre was with him, the boy has been speaking of his love for dragons for the past century.

Though, Duo had never understood Quatre's infatuation with Fire. He wasn't sure if it had to do with Wufei's unique story-telling skills or not.

Regardless, Duo couldn't shake the disturbing feeling that he was about to find out.

.oO{ }Oo.

Quatre sat grimly on the bed with a pout. The entire room was decorated with rich crimsons and scarlet silk.

The Lieutenant sure did like reds, didn't he?

Quatre fell back, his head softly landing on the fluffy pillows behind him.

Trowa Barton should have left him for dead.

It was odd for a prisoner to be treated like this. Unbound and invited to stay in the leader's room.

Sounded rather dark and twisted, right?

Perhaps Trowa has finally hit late puberty and decided Quatre was more useful in bed?

Quatre frowned, his eyes following the intricate design in the ceiling.

Trowa hasn't even called him by his name yet.

Quatre sighed, his hands grabbing fistfuls of blonde hair, "Gods. Why do these things always happen to me?!"

Why indeed.

.oO{ }Oo.

Trowa walked leisurely out of the grand estate to greet a beautiful carriage halting down by the steps.

Dorothy. Why was he not surprised to see her here?

A heeled foot jutted out of the carriage door the moment the coachman popped it open, a gowned woman stepped out with a huff, "About time we got here, you imbecile."

Trowa cocked an eyebrow at her before speaking, "Is that truly necessary, my Lady?"

Dorothy looked up to him in surprise, "Trowa!"

He frowned, "Yes."

Dorothy shoved her purse towards her personal maid and trudged up the steps to him, "Would you mind explaining why there is a Siren currently nestled under your sheets?!"

Trowa's crinkled slightly at her voice, "No, but I do mind your tone."

She quieted, her eyes gleaming, "How dare you care for another when you are betrothed to me!"

Trowa turned, his posture demanding her silence and obedience.

She bit her lip and quickly followed him inside. He led her into a secluded library and closed the door, "Dorothy, I don't know where you got the news but I dislike having my privacy invaded."

"But we are engaged, Trowa Barton."

"Yes. Engaged. We are not married, Dorothy. An engagement can quickly be dissolved. And, to be frank, I have no intention of marrying a wilted rose with prickly thorns."

Dorothy gaped, "How dare you."

"Deem yourself lucky that I have yet to throw you off my property. My servants already question my sanity."

"Your servants are trash."

Trowa's eyes narrowed, "You speak one more foul word and I will burn you to ash myself, Sorceress."

Dorothy's eyes widened, her next words stuck in her throat.

Trowa's eyes were cold but his voice remained impossibly soft, "Unlike you, I have calculated my every move. I would appreciate it if you stopped meddling in my affairs."

Dorothy's hands cluthed, her fists shaking, "The Siren. I want him out of here."

Trowa's eyes burned a hot auburn, "Why do you care so much about the Siren, Dorothy?"

"Of course I care! You have him in your bed-"

"The real reason, Dorothy." Trowa leaned against one of the towering shelves, his light brown hair falling to cover his eyes, "I know what you did. But I want to hear it from you."

Dorothy opened her mouth but quickly closed it. She looked away, "I don't know what you are talking about, Trowa."

Trowa stood and walked to the back of the library, pulling out a large chest. He gently waved his hand over the lock. The metal turned red hot and clicked open.

Dotorhy watched him warily but did not say a word.

Trowa stepped away from the chest, pulling it open to reveal a beautiful crystalline violin.

Dorothy's eyes widened for a fraction of a second before she narrowed them, "A violin?" She laughed, "Is that supposed to tell me something?"

Trowa's emerald eyes settled on the violin, lifting his hand to touch it lightly, "He wields the Violin of Time and Space."

Dorothy swallowed, "Who?"

Trowa ignored her, continuing in a low voice, "And yet... he seems to have no recollection of what this violin is capable of doing." Trowa looked up to meet Dorothy's eyes, "Don't you find that odd?"

Dorothy shrugged her shoulder, feigning disinterest, "I don't understand your riddles, Trowa."

Trowa calmly stepped forward, "Once upon a time... a Siren came to me... to warn me of the dangers of the future..." His eyes had flecks of amber as his soft voice began to harden, "... he wore a long white robe... but for some reason... I can't remember his face..."

Dorothy took a step back as Trowa drew nearer, the heat radiating from him making her sweat.

"I was a naive child when he came to me..." Trowa smirked humorlessly, "And then... my father died in battle..."

Dorothy's hand started to shake as Trowa's glowing eyes filled with anger, "...and I died with him that day."

Dorothy pressed herself against the closed door, "What does that have to do with me, Trowa?"

Trowa closed his eyes, physically willing himself to calm, "Quatre uses the Violin well. But, thanks to you, my Lady..." Trowa opened his eyes, his voice rough, "He does not remember how to really use it."

Dorothy stood frozen, the name ringing in her ear, "Q-quatre?"

Trowa grabbed and pulled her away from the door, releasing her after moving her roughly to the side, "I need him," his face was expressionless once again, "Release our memories, Dorothy."

Dorothy grabbed Trowa's arm as he touched the doorknob, "I did not do anything to Quatre." Her grip tightened when he tried to shake her off, "You have to believe me."

Trowa's low laugh made Dorothy release his arm, "Am I supposed to believe a Sorceress who impersonated a noblewoman to get to me?"

Dorothy shook her head, "I know of him. I do. But I did not do this."

Trowa gripped the doorknob, his knuckles white, "You took my memories of him. I didn't even know who he was..."

"I didn't take your memories of him, Trowa..." Dorothy looked genuinely confused.

"Then what did you do?"

Dorothy was quiet for a moment, "... I love you. I only did what any woman would do."

Trowa didn't respond, waiting.

"... another Sorceress... she helped me find a spell to make you forget anyone who you had romantic interests for at the time. That's all."

Dorothy jumped in surprise when the chest glowed and slammed shut, the lock clicking on it's own. She could feel the immense heat radiating from it like a protective shield.

"And you still don't get it." Trowa shook his head in disbelief. He let go of the doorknob and faced her, "What did the other Sorceress want?"

"What do you mean?"

"In exchange for the spell... what did she want?"

Dorothy knew she was stuck, "My locket."

"Your locket?"

"It has the power to lock things away."

"Things? What kind of things?"

Hearing the mounting frustration in his voice, Dorothy shook her head quickly, "I don't know. I'm was never strong enough to use it..."

"And how do you know Quatre?"

She took a deep breath, "We met him, over a century ago... when you were just a child."

Trowa watched her closely, "That's impossible and you know it."

Dorothy looked tired, "Yes, I know." She smiled, the first genuine smile she had ever given him, "I would never lie about the first time I met you, Trowa."

Trowa still didn't look convinced, "I am nineteen years old."

She glanced down at her hands, "I was just a child myself that day. I honestly didn't even know what I was doing... I was head over heels in love with you. And I didn't know... I still don't know... what she really wanted with my locket..." She looked up into Trowa's eyes, "Once we found him, we ended up going back with Quatre."

"Back?"

Dorothy released a breath, "That's all I can tell you, Trowa. When I came to, I didn't know where I was. Neither Quatre or Relena were near me and I haven't seen either of them since..."

.oO{ }Oo.

Wufei hastily followed behind the double-timing soldier in front of him, the speed of their travel leaving him slightly breathless. They turned at odd corners and into dark hallways instead of using the brightly lit corridors…

Wufei had a suspicious feeling the man was avoiding all routes that may contain any life forms.

The soldier had hailed him out of bed when the first rays of sunlight came through the window, throwing him a foreign set of clothes before leaving the room.

Wufei quickened his pace to keep up with the much-taller man, his hand moving to fix his outfit. The stiff dark blue uniform adorning his body was crisp and heavy.

He found it incredibly hard to breath.

Wufei held in his scowl as his eyes trailed up to admire the hard build of the trained soldier in front of him.

The same uniform looked magnificent on the toned and muscular soldiers in the surrounding area, but on him… Wufei sighed, he looked like a scrawny twelve-year-old drummer boy trying to fit in with the big crowd even when he was too small to carry a rifle.

Perhaps this was another way for Treize to make him feel inferior.

After exiting the large household and down a short road towards another large indoor structure, they finally arrived at a spacious lounge. Large wooden pallets furnished the area, injured and ill soldiers sat motionlessly on them as they waited for the healer.

The first sight of females gave Wufei an odd sense of relief. Finally, people who made him feel less vulnerable.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, Wufei caught another sight that left him feeling woozy.

A female, which he will assume to be a nurse, was impassively setting a soldier's leg. The pain etched on the man's face did little to faze her as she did her work, her voice was cold, "Be a man, soldier. It could have been worse."

Wufei gulped before turning again.

A few soldiers were softly bantering in the corner, one with an eye-patch, another with a cast, the last with long healed scars on his forehead and cheek.

Wufei forced his eyes elsewhere, his voice meek as he questioned, "What are we doing here?"

The soldier leading him gave no verbal answer, but instead, he opened the large door to the healing quarters before motioning him in with a grunt.

Wufei gave the man a scorching look before walking indignantly in, "Bunch of anti-social lions."

The soldier had the decency to roll his eyes before finally speaking. However, the words were not meant for him, "Sergeant Mitas, the Captain issued orders to have the Siren work with the healer."

The tall handsome man glancing through scrolls next to a bed stood up in answer. When he walked nearer, Wufei realized he knew the man.

Otto gave Wufei a soft smile before dismissing the guardsman, "Good morning, Wufei. How was your night?"

Wufei turned a delicate pink at the sudden question, his mind shifting to the indecent activities he had been involved in the night before, "Ah… that… uh… that is… I was…"

Otto held up a hand, his face lighting up with quick understanding, "Ah, well. What must be kept secret, shall be kept secret." He good-naturedly backtracked to his previous position in the room, "The healer is attending to someone in the back, so you will have to wait to meet her later. The house is rather full right now."

Wufei nodded awkwardly, he remained standing in the middle of the room with a lost look.

Otto chuckled, "Come, sit by this bed."

Wufei nodded again, this time quickly. He rushed over to the Sergeant's side and sat by the bed. He watched as Otto returned to his scrolls before looking at the softly slumbering person in the bed.

Wufei peered at the pale beautiful face, wonder spreading through him when he noticed that the pretty person was a soldier.

A bit thin from unhealthy conditions, the man laying on the stiff bed held a gentle and inviting aura. His hands relaxed at his sides.

"His name is Milou Peacecraft."

Wufei jolted, his eyes focusing back onto Otto, "Milou?"

Otto nodded with a smile, "My lover."

Wufei felt his chest tighten suddenly, "How is he?"

Otto looked over the unconscious man, "He was held under a curse for the past two months but he gained consciousness yesterday. If all goes well, he will be able to leave with me tomorrow night."

Wufei nodded, his eyes softening, "I wish him well."

Otto smile was charming and handsome all at once, "Your wish is most appreciated, Wufei."

Wufei smiled back, his eyes darting towards the opposing wall as the smile faltered.

Milou Peacecraft? Why do I feel as if I've been through all of this once before?

He glanced back to the beauty in front of him.

Why does it feel as if… there is something important that I am forgetting?

End Chapter X