Well, here's the next chapter, hope ya like it. R&R at the end okay?? Thank you so much!!!
Standard disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing. (. frustration!)
This contains shounen ai!!! 1x2!!!!! Got it? I'm warnin' ya!
"…" dialogue '…' thoughts, flashbacks are noted with: *…*
Note: Cute kawaii five-year-old chibi love ahead! Sorry, I just had a strong urge for CHIBI!!!!! This wasn't that goodly written though, sorry.
On with the show!
Wind Blown Destinies-Chapter two
By: Deathwing (the weird)
*Nine years before*
Duo wandered around in the cool shadows of the woods behind the palace. You could hardly find any real wooded area inside the boundaries of Lethian. All the hunters went north to the Relagenian Forests to do their hunting. The six-year-old prince skipped merrily along, humming quietly while enjoying the calm summer morning.
A sudden noise caught Duo's attention and he quickly with all the curiosity of a six-year-old went to investigate. As he neared the source of the strange sound, his ears picked up the growls of an angry beast. Rounding the trunk of a huge rowan tree, the brown haired youth spotted a dark haired boy, obviously of royal blood, whose foot was trapped in the roots of the rowan with a huge wild boar bearing down on him. The stranger must have heard Duo approaching because he turned around and locked gazes with Duo. The cold, hard blue eyes of the mysterious boy begged for help despite the strong appearance he was putting up. Fortunately, the boar had not spotted Duo so that gave him time to notch an arrow to his bow. Ever since he was very young, he had been required to take archery as well as fencing and penmanship. The released shaft sped through the air and punctured the large animal's heart, killing it immediately.
Duo turned his attention from the dead animal back to the trapped boy. "Hello, who are you?" He inched closer to the roots and examined the other boy's foot and, exclaiming matter-of-factually. "It might be sprained."
"I'm Heero of Sumpaaria," the boy answered. "Are you sure it's sprained?" Heero attempted to squirm his foot out of the twisted roots.
"No…but that's what my mommy always says when I hurt my foot," Duo explained. He grabbed Heero's foot and slowly twisted it out of the roots wicked grasp. "There we go, all fixed!"
Heero tried to walk but fell down clutching his leg. "I think it is sprained," he said glumly while wincing in pain. Duo leaned over and placed a sweet little kiss on Heero's cheek.
"What was that for?" Heero asked, rubbing the spot where Duo's lips had met his skin and gazing into Duo's glowing violet eyes.
"Whenever I get hurt, my mommy always kisses me. She says kisses make people feel better," Duo smiled. "Doesn't your mommy say that to you?"
Heero looked away sadly. "I don't have a mommy…"
"You don't? Oh…I'm sorry," Duo said, scooting closer to the fallen Heero.
"I don't even know your name yet," Heero said. "Should I just call you mommy?"
Duo laughed. "I'm Duo of Lethian. I guess I could be your mommy."
Heero peeped at Duo shyly. "What do mommies do?"
Duo thought, or pretended to think for a while. "Hmmm…they kiss boo boos to make them feel better and give you hugs and read you stories and they really love you."
"Will you do all that?" Heero asked.
"Okay sure!" Duo wrapped his short arms around Heero and placed another sweet chibi kiss on Heero's cheek. "What kind of story do you want to here?"
However, Heero wasn't listening. He yawned and looked at Duo. "What's love?" he asked.
Duo snuggled against Heero and blinked sleepily. "Well, I guess it's when someone really cares about you and they kiss you to make you happy and are nice to you and they spend a lot of time with you." Duo yawned. "Heero?"
"Hmm?" Heero asked wearily.
"Do you love me?"
"Mm…yeah…"
"Me too…"
"Good night, Duo."
"Mmm…night…"
And with that, the two young princes dozed off in the quiet of the woods, still too young to know that friendship doesn't last between destined enemies.
*Six years later*
Swords clashed and arrows flew. The first war between Lethian and Sumpaaria had begun. Soldiers from both sides hollered war cries and willingly gave their lives for the victory of their kingdom.
Heero, though, only twelve, rode his brave white horse Wing into the heat of battle, slaying many with his sword. He circled around the border of the battlefield and was planning to swoop back around from behind the enemy ranks when he met up with the Prince of Lethian.
Duo sat upon his handsome black stallion named Shinigami while wielding his weapon. What he chose was quite unusual. Not a sword or saber. Not even a spear. The Prince Duo of Lethian carried a scythe, crafted by the most skilled of craftsman. The handle was long and made of a solid mahogany staff. The blade was stainless steel, razor sharp and reflected the very fires of Hell.
The two princes hopped off their steeds and stood, facing each other, the light of battle fresh in their eyes. Heero drew his sword, the keen blade glinting in the sunlight. Duo grasped his scythe tightly, swinging it in a low arc causing a metallic hum to buzz through the air. The two destined rulers of their kingdoms locked gazes, or in this case, glares.
"Duo?" Heero asked, disbelief shrouding his voice.
"Heero! I didn't know that…" Duo gasped, recalling what had happened six years ago.
"It doesn't matter now…" Heero said coldly.
"Wh-what?" Duo took a step back.
"It doesn't matter now, Duo, that was then, this is now," Heero glared sadistically at Duo. "We are enemies, now and forever destined to be." Heero gripped his sword tightly, dropping into a fighter position.
Duo twirled his scythe skillfully and took a step forward. "Right. Our friendship," Duo charged, scythe raised high, "is over."
Heero blocked the oncoming blade with his own and returned the attack with a thrust of his sword. Duo fell back a couple of steps but regained his posture and came full on once again. Sparks flew and steel whizzed through the air as both princes fought like mad for their kingdoms. After a particularly strong blow, Heero faltered, momentarily hesitating while recovering from the shock. Duo pressed his advantage. Swinging his scythe above his head, he brought it down with all his might.
Dropping his sword, Heero gasped and crumpled to the ground.
TBC…
OoOoOoOo…feel the evilness!!! R&R, people! Arigato!
Standard disclaimers: I do not own Gundam Wing. (. frustration!)
This contains shounen ai!!! 1x2!!!!! Got it? I'm warnin' ya!
"…" dialogue '…' thoughts, flashbacks are noted with: *…*
Note: Cute kawaii five-year-old chibi love ahead! Sorry, I just had a strong urge for CHIBI!!!!! This wasn't that goodly written though, sorry.
On with the show!
Wind Blown Destinies-Chapter two
By: Deathwing (the weird)
*Nine years before*
Duo wandered around in the cool shadows of the woods behind the palace. You could hardly find any real wooded area inside the boundaries of Lethian. All the hunters went north to the Relagenian Forests to do their hunting. The six-year-old prince skipped merrily along, humming quietly while enjoying the calm summer morning.
A sudden noise caught Duo's attention and he quickly with all the curiosity of a six-year-old went to investigate. As he neared the source of the strange sound, his ears picked up the growls of an angry beast. Rounding the trunk of a huge rowan tree, the brown haired youth spotted a dark haired boy, obviously of royal blood, whose foot was trapped in the roots of the rowan with a huge wild boar bearing down on him. The stranger must have heard Duo approaching because he turned around and locked gazes with Duo. The cold, hard blue eyes of the mysterious boy begged for help despite the strong appearance he was putting up. Fortunately, the boar had not spotted Duo so that gave him time to notch an arrow to his bow. Ever since he was very young, he had been required to take archery as well as fencing and penmanship. The released shaft sped through the air and punctured the large animal's heart, killing it immediately.
Duo turned his attention from the dead animal back to the trapped boy. "Hello, who are you?" He inched closer to the roots and examined the other boy's foot and, exclaiming matter-of-factually. "It might be sprained."
"I'm Heero of Sumpaaria," the boy answered. "Are you sure it's sprained?" Heero attempted to squirm his foot out of the twisted roots.
"No…but that's what my mommy always says when I hurt my foot," Duo explained. He grabbed Heero's foot and slowly twisted it out of the roots wicked grasp. "There we go, all fixed!"
Heero tried to walk but fell down clutching his leg. "I think it is sprained," he said glumly while wincing in pain. Duo leaned over and placed a sweet little kiss on Heero's cheek.
"What was that for?" Heero asked, rubbing the spot where Duo's lips had met his skin and gazing into Duo's glowing violet eyes.
"Whenever I get hurt, my mommy always kisses me. She says kisses make people feel better," Duo smiled. "Doesn't your mommy say that to you?"
Heero looked away sadly. "I don't have a mommy…"
"You don't? Oh…I'm sorry," Duo said, scooting closer to the fallen Heero.
"I don't even know your name yet," Heero said. "Should I just call you mommy?"
Duo laughed. "I'm Duo of Lethian. I guess I could be your mommy."
Heero peeped at Duo shyly. "What do mommies do?"
Duo thought, or pretended to think for a while. "Hmmm…they kiss boo boos to make them feel better and give you hugs and read you stories and they really love you."
"Will you do all that?" Heero asked.
"Okay sure!" Duo wrapped his short arms around Heero and placed another sweet chibi kiss on Heero's cheek. "What kind of story do you want to here?"
However, Heero wasn't listening. He yawned and looked at Duo. "What's love?" he asked.
Duo snuggled against Heero and blinked sleepily. "Well, I guess it's when someone really cares about you and they kiss you to make you happy and are nice to you and they spend a lot of time with you." Duo yawned. "Heero?"
"Hmm?" Heero asked wearily.
"Do you love me?"
"Mm…yeah…"
"Me too…"
"Good night, Duo."
"Mmm…night…"
And with that, the two young princes dozed off in the quiet of the woods, still too young to know that friendship doesn't last between destined enemies.
*Six years later*
Swords clashed and arrows flew. The first war between Lethian and Sumpaaria had begun. Soldiers from both sides hollered war cries and willingly gave their lives for the victory of their kingdom.
Heero, though, only twelve, rode his brave white horse Wing into the heat of battle, slaying many with his sword. He circled around the border of the battlefield and was planning to swoop back around from behind the enemy ranks when he met up with the Prince of Lethian.
Duo sat upon his handsome black stallion named Shinigami while wielding his weapon. What he chose was quite unusual. Not a sword or saber. Not even a spear. The Prince Duo of Lethian carried a scythe, crafted by the most skilled of craftsman. The handle was long and made of a solid mahogany staff. The blade was stainless steel, razor sharp and reflected the very fires of Hell.
The two princes hopped off their steeds and stood, facing each other, the light of battle fresh in their eyes. Heero drew his sword, the keen blade glinting in the sunlight. Duo grasped his scythe tightly, swinging it in a low arc causing a metallic hum to buzz through the air. The two destined rulers of their kingdoms locked gazes, or in this case, glares.
"Duo?" Heero asked, disbelief shrouding his voice.
"Heero! I didn't know that…" Duo gasped, recalling what had happened six years ago.
"It doesn't matter now…" Heero said coldly.
"Wh-what?" Duo took a step back.
"It doesn't matter now, Duo, that was then, this is now," Heero glared sadistically at Duo. "We are enemies, now and forever destined to be." Heero gripped his sword tightly, dropping into a fighter position.
Duo twirled his scythe skillfully and took a step forward. "Right. Our friendship," Duo charged, scythe raised high, "is over."
Heero blocked the oncoming blade with his own and returned the attack with a thrust of his sword. Duo fell back a couple of steps but regained his posture and came full on once again. Sparks flew and steel whizzed through the air as both princes fought like mad for their kingdoms. After a particularly strong blow, Heero faltered, momentarily hesitating while recovering from the shock. Duo pressed his advantage. Swinging his scythe above his head, he brought it down with all his might.
Dropping his sword, Heero gasped and crumpled to the ground.
TBC…
OoOoOoOo…feel the evilness!!! R&R, people! Arigato!