This one's better I think.
I did cut out the lemon though. This story will be lemonless because I can't write them very well.
Just read "Silent Shadows" and you can tell ^_^
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Harsh Society
Two years went by and the half of another. On an evening in September both lords and servants were sitting on a hill that had once belonged to Heero's manor before the sixth highest manor came to power. One could look down the valley and never see its end.
Heero lay sprawled out on the cool ground, looking up at the clouds. His manservant, Trowa hid himself in the shade of some trees not too far off.
Duo, who seldom didn't do anything, was whittling a bit of wood next to Heero. It looked a bit like a cross and beside him sat his manservant, Quatre with his hands linked round his updrawn knees, watching what Duo did.
"I am to marry the neighboring lord's daughter in a month," Heero announced.
"Marry?" Quatre asked as he looked away from Duo's incessant work to Heero.
"What for?" Duo asked as he continued whittling.
"To insure a truce my mother made with him," Heero explained.
Quatre got up and went to him. "But you can't Master Heero. You can't." Quatre's eyes became watery as tears fell.
"Shh…Quatre, what did I tell you?"
"Not to speak of it, sir." Quatre's eyes fell to the ground. "Please, Master Heero."
Duo had finished his wooden cross and went over to Trowa, who watched him in the shadows. "Here," he said, giving Trowa the piece of wood. "So you may always have the Lord with you."
"Thank you, Master Duo," Trowa said softly.
"You can't marry her," Quatre continued to plead.
Heero quickly got up and put a hand over the blonde boy's mouth. "Be silent or you shall give us away," he whispered forcefully.
Quatre nodded and the lord let him go.
Heero gave a fearful glance in Duo's direction. "You're lucky he's not paying attention," he said. "Or you know what would happen."
Quatre nodded again. "Let's go before they stop talking," he giggled.
Heero smiled.
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Heero lay by his lover. It was chilly outside. They would soon have to find empty rooms to have their fun. He nuzzled Quatre's neck. "I love you."
"And I you, Master Heero," Quatre replied.
"You don't need to call me 'Master' when we are alone. Must I always remind you?" Heero smiled to himself.
"No, you don't, Heero." Quatre snuggled up to Heero's warmth.
A voice was heard in the distance.
Heero became tense. "Quick," he said. "Put your clothes on."
Quatre did as told as Heero followed his own orders.
"Heero!" the voice called out clearly now. It belonged to Duo.
"Hurry!" Heero hissed, putting on his boots.
"Quatre!" the voice of Trowa called out after the other. "Master Heero!"
Only the tie-string to his shirt left.
"Quatre!"
Done.
"Heero!"
"Over here!" Heero yelled.
Duo came into the small clearing, followed by Trowa. Duo's clothes looked haphazardly put on and they were all scuffed and dirty. Trowa didn't look much different but that's the way servants were supposed to look, not lords.
Heero was about to say something but thought better of it. He probably didn't look any more decent than Duo did.
"Where have you been?" Duo asked all out of breath. "We've been looking for you everywhere."
"Here," Heero said.
"As soon as we noticed you were gone we came looking for you," Duo said as he fiddled with his fingers.
Heero could tell he was lying. They hadn't come right away. Duo only fiddled with his fingers when he fibbed. He was glad they didn't though. It was getting harder and harder to be alone.
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Okay, so it could use a little work.
Sorry for all you lemon fans. As I said before the chapter I cut it out because I can't write lemons!
