Disclaimer:Don't own them don't sue me.
Author's Notes: I really need a name for Relena so give me suggestions but I can't really tell you the plot. She would appear somewhere in the middle of the series. I am thinking about either Joyce or Maria. And I have to thank Hitomi Toshihiko for her efforts to save my poor grammer, spelling, and word choice. *sweatdrop* R&R or I won't write.
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Angel's Slave Part 1
"The waves are going to be chopy because of the storm. The boat will rock a little, so don't get worried." Trowa told the mysterious youth.
"Don't worry yourself. I won't get scared, I'm not scared of anything." The chestnut-haired man seemed to welcome the rain that's beating on his face, like a refreshing summer shower.
The sea kept beating on the little boat. It even came close to fliping it a few times.
"People who are not afraid of anything have problems." Trowa looked ahead.
"And what problems do you think I have?" The mysterious youth touched the white foam from the sea. "How come only big waves have this white foam?"
"Everything that has reached it's limits changes colors. The sea is blue-green, but when the waves get too rough, the top changes into a white foam. Your hair turns white when you get older, just like the waves. Look. The waves seem so tough, but when the the foam forms, they fall like bricks."
The chestnut haired man seems very confused. /Trowa talks like a poet./ But he doesn't really understand what he ment, so he let it drop.
"So Trowa, why did you say that people who aren't afriad of anything have problems?" He turns to face the man he's addressing.
Trowa looks up, non-emotional. "People are scared of ghosts, ghosts are scared of angels, and angels are scared of people."
"Why would the angels be scared of people?" /What does he mean?/
"The angels are afraid that humans will disobey them. Without the power to rule over people, would they even call themselves angels anymore? Humans are the most disobeient creatures, so being an angel isn't very easy."
"Are you an angel?" The young man asked, puzzled over Trowa.
"I'm Trowa." He simply stated.
"You're not answering my question. Then I would be Quatre."
If possible, his face gets less emotional. "Don't you ever say that. Quatre is another person. He can't stand it when people use his name." Trowa said with such seriousness.
"Then I would be Wufei." The braided man stated.
Trowa suddenly paled at the phrase. "Don't you dare call yourself Wufei!"
The youth contiued to count down the number order, "Zechs, Une, Noin, Trieze....." Trowa only shakes his head, getting more frantic as the names were called out.
"What are you scared of? You have the smallest number, so that means you are the highest of them all, right?"
Trowa looked behind him as if he was sure something would jump on him. "It's the other way around here. 'Trowa' is the smallest of them all. The bigger the number, the more important they are."
"Then the one without any numbers would be the lowest, right?"
Trowa nodded. "That's the rule in our village."
The youth seems pulzzed. /Why would there be a village in this busy city?/
"Our village is located on the mountain behind the castle." Trowa points to the mountain.
"What the name of your village?" The young man inquired.
"It's name is Nanashi. It means no name."
"So do all the people in your village have last name Nanashi?"
He nodded. "Yes. My name is Trowa Nanashi."
"Never heard of that sort of name. And I didn't see it in the name book either. I know someone that's named Kobe and thought that was the strangest name I've heard, but I didn't know that someone could be named Nanashi."
"In a moment you will see more people that have the name Nanashi. That name makes it hard to come up with a first name, because the it already means 'no name' so we created names out of numbers."
/Trowa at the most can only be 25, or 26 tops. And Quatre, Wufei, and the others must be younger than him. So if his mother had a baby every year then Zechs can only be 18 at the most. Why would the older brother be afraid of a younger one?/
"Trowa, are you the oldest in the house?"
"No. I'm 3rd to the youngest. Relena it's the oldest."
The mysterious youth is clearly confused. "Who is Relena then? And how did your mom know that she would have more than 3 childern? Don't kid with me."
Trowa slightly smirked, almost undetectable. "I'm not, but I do warn you not to try and kid with Wufei when we arrive. He has a temper problem."
"I'm not scared of someone with a temper proble." Stated the youth.
"You might not be afraid, but I am. I only want them to be happy." Trowa said while the waves pushed the small boat up with every gust of wind, only to slam it down again. It continues to do this for the enitre ride. It's almost like an endless roller coaster. The boat is so simple that the men don't have anything to hold on to. The long-haired youth holds onto the scarce railing of the boat as tight as possible, in fear of falling over-board.
"Is it fun?" Trowa asked non-chantedly. The graying sea light seems to outline his green, eyes making him seems even more handsome.
He nods in with his response."Yes. I love the feel. It's a good thing my hair is wet. The weight is helping me stay in the boat." He smirks at the last statement. /Me and my hair./
Trowa gave him a small smile, his eyes looking like cresent moons.
The brittle boat made its way around the mountain that surrounded the beach. "Our village is right behind the old castle there."
The mysterious youth saw the castle that was in ruins a few minutes ago, reappear right in front of his eyes. The rain was making it hard to open his eyes, so he naturaly thought he was hallucinating. He closed his eyes tight, then reopened them. It really was the old castle. /It can't be the hallication./
"Trowa, why does that castle that look excatly like my ruined one? Did your village copy it?"
"No, that castle's engineer copyed the one that we built. About half a century ago, an engineer from England came to help the Winner family built a house. One was to be on the beach, the other somewhere else. The one on the beach is from our village, only not many people know about it. This castle is called the Nanashi Castle. It's been here since the Ming Dynasty."
"How come I saw it, and yet over thousands of years, no one else did?"
"The only people that know how to get to the village are our own people. It's so hard to find that nobody really can, even if they try. The only ones that see it do if we want them to, and for no other reason."
/This looks like a man made lake./ "The water is so clam here. It's like paradise." He looked around in awe.
"Paradise? You couls say that." Replyed Trowa.
"So the stories are true." He almost wispered.
Trowa offered one of his rare smiles again. "Well, we don't live forever. But the meaning's close enough. The Nanashi have been living here for thousands of years."
"Trowa, don't tell me your people only marry others in your village. That's incest. I know the bad genes would make you much more vlarable to disease and disorders. I'm a geneist. Besides, it's just not right."
"I know."
"Have you gotten married yet Trowa?" /He looks old enough./
Trowa shook his head. "I can't. Relena has not been married yet. Why don't you marry her?"
"Are you kidding? I have a finace' waiting for me."
"But you don't want to marry her otherwise. Why waste a perfectly good tux for a old usless castle? Let me get out and then I'll help you." Trowa started to get onto the land.
The youth once thought Trowa was attracted to him. But when he suggested that he marry Relena, it just made him just plain mad.
Just as Trowa was begining to help the mysterious youth out of the boat, with the wet hair making the process slow, he let go which made the chestnut beauty stumble back into the boat. /What in the world?/
He looked up and saw a man with onyx colored eyes. His hair was tied in a tight ponytail. Even though he was smaller and more slender than Trowa, he looked like he could kill a wolf with bare hands.
"Who the heck is he?" The ponytail guy asked, gesturing towards the long-haired man.
"He was standing on the beach all alone, so I brought him back. Look Wufei, he's soaking wet. The least we can do is to give him a towel to dry off." Trowa pleaded.
Wufei slaped Trowa right then and there, in front of the stranger. "I asked that guy, not you, so don't answer!"
The young man thinks of Trowa as a friend, so of course this makes him mad. He stood up and glared at Wufei. "Wufei, my name is Duo. Don't you dare ask me anything, even if it seems like I'm lower than you. You still have to respect the guests. And I would advise you not to do that again, at least you better hope I don't see you."
tbc
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Author's Notes: A really long chapter by my standard so please review this took me a whole day to finsih. Along with the help of Hitomi-chan of course.
Author's Notes: I really need a name for Relena so give me suggestions but I can't really tell you the plot. She would appear somewhere in the middle of the series. I am thinking about either Joyce or Maria. And I have to thank Hitomi Toshihiko for her efforts to save my poor grammer, spelling, and word choice. *sweatdrop* R&R or I won't write.
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Angel's Slave Part 1
"The waves are going to be chopy because of the storm. The boat will rock a little, so don't get worried." Trowa told the mysterious youth.
"Don't worry yourself. I won't get scared, I'm not scared of anything." The chestnut-haired man seemed to welcome the rain that's beating on his face, like a refreshing summer shower.
The sea kept beating on the little boat. It even came close to fliping it a few times.
"People who are not afraid of anything have problems." Trowa looked ahead.
"And what problems do you think I have?" The mysterious youth touched the white foam from the sea. "How come only big waves have this white foam?"
"Everything that has reached it's limits changes colors. The sea is blue-green, but when the waves get too rough, the top changes into a white foam. Your hair turns white when you get older, just like the waves. Look. The waves seem so tough, but when the the foam forms, they fall like bricks."
The chestnut haired man seems very confused. /Trowa talks like a poet./ But he doesn't really understand what he ment, so he let it drop.
"So Trowa, why did you say that people who aren't afriad of anything have problems?" He turns to face the man he's addressing.
Trowa looks up, non-emotional. "People are scared of ghosts, ghosts are scared of angels, and angels are scared of people."
"Why would the angels be scared of people?" /What does he mean?/
"The angels are afraid that humans will disobey them. Without the power to rule over people, would they even call themselves angels anymore? Humans are the most disobeient creatures, so being an angel isn't very easy."
"Are you an angel?" The young man asked, puzzled over Trowa.
"I'm Trowa." He simply stated.
"You're not answering my question. Then I would be Quatre."
If possible, his face gets less emotional. "Don't you ever say that. Quatre is another person. He can't stand it when people use his name." Trowa said with such seriousness.
"Then I would be Wufei." The braided man stated.
Trowa suddenly paled at the phrase. "Don't you dare call yourself Wufei!"
The youth contiued to count down the number order, "Zechs, Une, Noin, Trieze....." Trowa only shakes his head, getting more frantic as the names were called out.
"What are you scared of? You have the smallest number, so that means you are the highest of them all, right?"
Trowa looked behind him as if he was sure something would jump on him. "It's the other way around here. 'Trowa' is the smallest of them all. The bigger the number, the more important they are."
"Then the one without any numbers would be the lowest, right?"
Trowa nodded. "That's the rule in our village."
The youth seems pulzzed. /Why would there be a village in this busy city?/
"Our village is located on the mountain behind the castle." Trowa points to the mountain.
"What the name of your village?" The young man inquired.
"It's name is Nanashi. It means no name."
"So do all the people in your village have last name Nanashi?"
He nodded. "Yes. My name is Trowa Nanashi."
"Never heard of that sort of name. And I didn't see it in the name book either. I know someone that's named Kobe and thought that was the strangest name I've heard, but I didn't know that someone could be named Nanashi."
"In a moment you will see more people that have the name Nanashi. That name makes it hard to come up with a first name, because the it already means 'no name' so we created names out of numbers."
/Trowa at the most can only be 25, or 26 tops. And Quatre, Wufei, and the others must be younger than him. So if his mother had a baby every year then Zechs can only be 18 at the most. Why would the older brother be afraid of a younger one?/
"Trowa, are you the oldest in the house?"
"No. I'm 3rd to the youngest. Relena it's the oldest."
The mysterious youth is clearly confused. "Who is Relena then? And how did your mom know that she would have more than 3 childern? Don't kid with me."
Trowa slightly smirked, almost undetectable. "I'm not, but I do warn you not to try and kid with Wufei when we arrive. He has a temper problem."
"I'm not scared of someone with a temper proble." Stated the youth.
"You might not be afraid, but I am. I only want them to be happy." Trowa said while the waves pushed the small boat up with every gust of wind, only to slam it down again. It continues to do this for the enitre ride. It's almost like an endless roller coaster. The boat is so simple that the men don't have anything to hold on to. The long-haired youth holds onto the scarce railing of the boat as tight as possible, in fear of falling over-board.
"Is it fun?" Trowa asked non-chantedly. The graying sea light seems to outline his green, eyes making him seems even more handsome.
He nods in with his response."Yes. I love the feel. It's a good thing my hair is wet. The weight is helping me stay in the boat." He smirks at the last statement. /Me and my hair./
Trowa gave him a small smile, his eyes looking like cresent moons.
The brittle boat made its way around the mountain that surrounded the beach. "Our village is right behind the old castle there."
The mysterious youth saw the castle that was in ruins a few minutes ago, reappear right in front of his eyes. The rain was making it hard to open his eyes, so he naturaly thought he was hallucinating. He closed his eyes tight, then reopened them. It really was the old castle. /It can't be the hallication./
"Trowa, why does that castle that look excatly like my ruined one? Did your village copy it?"
"No, that castle's engineer copyed the one that we built. About half a century ago, an engineer from England came to help the Winner family built a house. One was to be on the beach, the other somewhere else. The one on the beach is from our village, only not many people know about it. This castle is called the Nanashi Castle. It's been here since the Ming Dynasty."
"How come I saw it, and yet over thousands of years, no one else did?"
"The only people that know how to get to the village are our own people. It's so hard to find that nobody really can, even if they try. The only ones that see it do if we want them to, and for no other reason."
/This looks like a man made lake./ "The water is so clam here. It's like paradise." He looked around in awe.
"Paradise? You couls say that." Replyed Trowa.
"So the stories are true." He almost wispered.
Trowa offered one of his rare smiles again. "Well, we don't live forever. But the meaning's close enough. The Nanashi have been living here for thousands of years."
"Trowa, don't tell me your people only marry others in your village. That's incest. I know the bad genes would make you much more vlarable to disease and disorders. I'm a geneist. Besides, it's just not right."
"I know."
"Have you gotten married yet Trowa?" /He looks old enough./
Trowa shook his head. "I can't. Relena has not been married yet. Why don't you marry her?"
"Are you kidding? I have a finace' waiting for me."
"But you don't want to marry her otherwise. Why waste a perfectly good tux for a old usless castle? Let me get out and then I'll help you." Trowa started to get onto the land.
The youth once thought Trowa was attracted to him. But when he suggested that he marry Relena, it just made him just plain mad.
Just as Trowa was begining to help the mysterious youth out of the boat, with the wet hair making the process slow, he let go which made the chestnut beauty stumble back into the boat. /What in the world?/
He looked up and saw a man with onyx colored eyes. His hair was tied in a tight ponytail. Even though he was smaller and more slender than Trowa, he looked like he could kill a wolf with bare hands.
"Who the heck is he?" The ponytail guy asked, gesturing towards the long-haired man.
"He was standing on the beach all alone, so I brought him back. Look Wufei, he's soaking wet. The least we can do is to give him a towel to dry off." Trowa pleaded.
Wufei slaped Trowa right then and there, in front of the stranger. "I asked that guy, not you, so don't answer!"
The young man thinks of Trowa as a friend, so of course this makes him mad. He stood up and glared at Wufei. "Wufei, my name is Duo. Don't you dare ask me anything, even if it seems like I'm lower than you. You still have to respect the guests. And I would advise you not to do that again, at least you better hope I don't see you."
tbc
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Author's Notes: A really long chapter by my standard so please review this took me a whole day to finsih. Along with the help of Hitomi-chan of course.