Title: Atlantis Part 1
Author: Munchkin
Archived: Fanfiction.net, you actually want it? Fine, just tell me where it is
Warnings: OOC (strongly most likely) Angst, implied Jx1, Bastard J, future 2x1/1x2 (gonna try for a lemon later) and hinted at 3+4/3x4
Authors notes: Arge! I have officially written and rewritten this thing about 5 times. I'm now just going to write it and post it. If it sucks...well, I rewrite it later. This part explains the events up until the point where the majority of this story will take place. The history of it all is just soo messed up I decided "what the heck" and lets all just say its not in any exact timeline. Obviously there's not going to be any cars driving by, but I needed certain things to happen and actual timeline info probably wouldn't work. I'm saying probably b/c at the moment I'm too disoriented and lazy to look it up (further I don't think England had gotten to the middevilish type stage at around 500 or so AD)....as always I have something to blame my writing on! I blame this on the fact I got the shit beaten out of me in soccer today ('scues the lang but its true) and did five high headers before this. Deal with the oddness. ^__^; Evil J alert also....sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't think I own them....hmmm....not sure....but I do believe I would remember owning someone. And sense I don't I don't!
Part 1
Heero Yuy was no longer on the slave ship, though right now he may wish he was. He was in a small room, locked in with no way out it seemed. Captain J had just left to fill out some papers and was bound to come back any minute, and he certainly didn't want to face him again.
He check the door again and found much to his amazement that it was slightly ajar. Frowning to himself the blue-eyed boy pushed and was delighted to see it give. Maybe he could get away from that captain!
Heero crept along the hallways of the deserted temple that was now being used as a home for the Slave Collector. The place was a maze but if he could just get out....
Another door creaked and Heero felt his heart leap to he throat as he heard the tell tail *thud clip clap, thud clip clap, thud clip clap* of the boot, peg, and metal cain sound of Captain J walking.
'He's back!' His mind screamed at him as he turned this way and that trying to get as far away from the footsteps as he could before leaning back on one of the walls winded....and the awful footsteps came closer.
"You tried to run away, boy." Captain J's voice broke the pattern of panting Heero had been making. "You were very stupid."
"Go away." Heero stood up and glared at the old man trying to look more brave and defiant than he was...to bad he was only five summers and the look was not as withering as he'd hoped.
"I don't think so, chap...." J chuckled evilly. "I don't think so at all...I think you need a lesson"
And before Heero could muster up a reply he felt pain blossom in his chest as the cane J used was smacked harshly into his ribs.
"You are never to disobey me!" Another hit, this time with the back of his hand, "You are no one!" A punch to the stomach," And you never will be, do you understand?" a rap on the head with the cane that made stars dance in front of his eyes, "You are just a slave to be used." the captain spat on him. "You are nobody!"
"No!" Heero went into a curled position, his arms above his face to try to protect himself. "I'm Heero Yuy! I'll never be no one! and I'll NEVER be just a slave to someone sick like YOU!"
"Oh, you think so you little brat?" The Captain grinned down at him and yanked him to his eye level....Heero didn't like that look at all. "Well, see about that...."
The sound of clothing be ripped and terrified screams soon filled the Temples walls.
^*^
Duo Maxwell, the young hair to the fief of Magalan(1) in the lower regions of England pranced into the school house dragging with him his neighbor and China's Ambassador's youngest son, Wufei and his slightly older sister Hilde. The former of the two did not look nearly as cheerful latter and Duo did.
Duo's chestnut braid wiped from sided to side and his violet eyes glittered happily as he pounced on Milliardo, the schools teacher, and began to babble to him at an alarming speed. "HIYA MILLY TEACHER! My family gets to have the-the-AMBASIEDORS from CHINA! And they have a son!!! His name is Wuffie and he's really really cool! And that means I'm not gonna be the only boy in class this year!! Isn't that great!!"
The young teacher grimaced a little knowing far well what this year was going to end up like and worked up a smile. "Thats great Duo...how about you take your seat and we can have a introduction day for today before moving back into learning mathematics and......"
Milliardo was cut off by his sister marking her arrival. "I see you did come back you snot face sewer rat!" (2) She screeched and everyone winced at the high pitch her little voice could reach.
"Oh look Wufei your other classmate has arrived... allow me to make introductions. Ambasiedor Chang Wufei this is Mud-Faced Screechowl, Mud-Face Chang Wufei!" Duo had let go of Milliardo and gestured to Relena.
"WHY YOU LITTLE PUNK!"
Wufei groaned under his breath and wished for the hundredth time that his family weren't the Ambassadors for China or at least they had been assigned a different Fief. He was going to be a warrior, he didn't need to listen to these petty fights and learn what these English Crazy's had to teach. As if in agreement with his thoughts, about the fights at lease, Mr. Peacecraft attempted to stop the one in progress, but had no success when Hilde joined Relena's team and began helping her attack her brother.
This would be a long fifteen years.....
~*~
Quatre at the same moment half across the known world looked fearfully about. His bright blond hair had turned a dark brownish shade from the sand and his hands and feet were tough from the long trek across part of the desert to see his new home. He didn't know why he was going here, he had wanted to stay with the other boy...Heero... that was his name, Quatre thought. Heero needed someone with him if he admitted it or not. The Captain was not a good person, his crystalheart (3) told him as much, but when threatened with death. Well, anyone would have left.
The blond boy peered across the dunes that seemed to stretch for miles in every direction and wondered if they may be lost when a whitish, marble looking building rose from in front of them along with an oases that was not far off from this different looking beauty.
It had an arched doorway, with seven pillars supporting the entrance, twin towers with domish looking tops adorn the caps, windows dotted the front and banners of satin hung from widows and arches adding color. The place look large, huge even....and that was the place they seemed to be going.
Quatre trembled and looked up at his captors, wondering what may happen once he was out of their care. His trip hadn't been bad...in fact at times it was almost pleasant. Reminding him of his trips around Atlantis and his teachings of art and architecture. The people who transported him always made sure he had enough food and water and never harmed him in anyway, as long as he didn't try to run away of course.
He didn't know what to expect from his new masters. Sense he was now to be a slave he wasn't sure about anything...what was he supposed to do? Slaves had always been band at home and what if he got a bad person? One that would beat him? Quatre bit his lip until it bled and they were at the entrance of this strange and magnificent place.
^*^
Trowa peeked from behind one of the pillars as a new boy walked into the Palace accompanied by three burly men. His sister, Cathy, would give him quite a tong thrashing if he were caught. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to be learning his dances but the new boy intrigued him.
The boys sweat soaked clothing and hair clung to his skin, along with a thick layer of dirt and sand that held him as if it were a second set, turning his light colored hair brown and his already dull cloths became splotchy. Trowa's green eyes swept the other, he was supposed to be an Atlantian, on of the only left, and now to be the heir to the Winners Estate and Business if he were to prove himself. This one boy who was supposed to be so much however did not look like it. In fact he seemed terrified.
The group moved to enter and greet the family and Trowa decided to hang around a bit longer, and see if this one was to stay. Stay and perhaps be friends with him....stay and not be sold and broken. like he was sure to be if sold.
Slipping in behind the group and behind another column, peeked in, holding in a gasp when he saw the entire family assembled.
The family consisted of eight wives, twenty-nine daughters and one father. The father stood in the center, with a strict look apon his face while the young ladies peered at the blond in a most curious manner and whispered amongst themselves.
Mr. Winner paced in front of the party, a distasteful look gracing his normal impassive features as of late and barked out,(4) "Your name!"
The blond boy jerked his head up from its former lowered position. "M-my name sir? Qu-Quatra Tin. Son of the late-"
"I don't care about your parents boy!" Mr. Winners voice boomed and echoed in room. "Tell me though are you indeed from Atlantis?"
"Yes, s-sir."
"Good. And stop calling me Sir!" Mr. Winner jerked around, his bright robes flinging out to the sides. "Anania!"
"Yes, Father?" A small girl about Trowa's age stepped forward. Her fawnish brown-yellow eyes slightly widened.
"What do you think of him!" He gestured to Quatre.
"I like him, and I believe he will be able to run the company well given time." She told him matter-of-factly before turning around and leaving. "You shouldn't be scaring him so though."
Trowa agreed full heartedly. There was just something about Quatre that drew him in. He wanted to get to know him badly. But at the moment Quatre was shaking as if a privet earthquake was happening just below his feet.
"Very well, any objections?" Mr. Winner looked around. When there were none he dismissed everyone and paid the men who brought Quatre.
Turning to leave Trowa heard Mr. Winner call to him. "Trowa I know your there. Come out and show Quatre where to go and what to do. It will be you job to teach him the basics and how he is to act for the most part. Fail and he goes to the Slave Sales. Oh, and make sure he gets a bath before dinner."
Trowa's eye's widened as he realized he had been caught before turning around and rushing back. He never knew what mood Mr. Winner was in anymore and did not want to push it.
Smiling slightly Trowa held out a hand as Mr. Winner left. "Hallo, I'm Trowa."
Quatre took Trowa's hand and held it. "Its nice to meet you Trowa, I'm sure we can be good friends!" (5)
^*^
~~Eight Years After the last encounter(Quatre and Trowa)~~
Quatre Tin or rather now Quatre Winner raced threw the halls, passed the columns and under the banners before launching himself onto his taller friends back. "Trowa! Guess what!"
The other Gyspy bread boy smiled. "I don't know Quatre, what?"
"We get to go to ENGLAND! A fief called Magalan to be precise! Mr. Winner said I should so I can get a better view of the world and other cultures, and I talked him into letting you go as well!"
"That's great Quatre. But I'll have to ask Cathy, and you never know if she will agree or not."
"I know. But I hope she says yes. I'll be gone for at least three years, staying at some old guy name Maxwells place...and I haven't a clue what to do." (6)
~~Nine Years After the last encounter(Heero) ~~
Heero sat hunched in a ball in his room, chin to knees. His room consisted of a small cot that most definitely would not support his weight any longer, and four walls with one window. It was five feet by five and was made of gray, moss ridden stone. He blinked as he saw light start to filter in, the colors slowly growing as the sun peeked threw the window showing that yet another day had begun.
Presently Heero was trying to remember how it felt to be free, on of his now favorite past times. He could remember fire and water and all the things before he was fished out of the sea, as anyone would.(7) He even remembered the basics of the week before. But the people he knew and the things he did normally were at a loss. It was as if they had never occurred.
His musing were drown out by a loud ringing coming from his Masters chambers. Heero frowned and pushing his bangs from his eyes walked out of his room.
Heero was a short 15 year old Atlantian. Not that his country name had much meaning any longer. He stood to about 5' or 5' 1'' with long unruly hair that reached his thigh, it was beautiful but often it was as greasy as if he had pored Vaseline on his head, and flat Persian blue eyes.(8) He had been a slave for nine years and 360 long days, been subject to almost any type of abuse, and was now ready to leave.
Heero's Master was a tall, proud Captain. His last voyage had been the one he found Heero on, and his ship was the Meteor. Captain J wore an old fashion red vest with black and blue trimmings coming down and up from the waste for added decoration. His beard and mustache were never combed nor washed, his cold gray eyes were nearly doubled in size by thick red-gray glasses, and his right leg had been taken off a few years before adding a stunning peg leg laced with iron to the already unusual man. J, was an angry man, never satisfied, and always having a thirst for money and anything he could get that could get him some quick. Also he had a monster of a temper, a note that Heero himself had learned far too late.
Marching down the halls of the Temple where they lived Heero taped on the door to J's chambers.
"Come in boy." Captain J's gruff voice came from within and Heero complied.
"We're going to town today. Your getting sold to someone younger for a good price. If I'm not happy with the price today then we'll try again next week."
Heero looked surprised for a moment before it was hidden behind his mask of blank indifference.
"Yes boy, I'm going to sell you. You've been a good slave and fuck but now that you've been broken in. I think its time for my one last cash in before I retire in the good life." The older man took a hold of the boys wrist. "Come along."
Heero almost snorted at the old mans foolish thought. He was far from broken...in fact this would be his chance. He could finally get out of here. Today! When they were out among crowds of people and near the sea.
It had taken them almost a half an hour before they reached the town square and the Slave Selling had yet to begin. Yanking Heero along J went to fill out the papers needed to sell him.
The square was amazing. Small houses and shops dotted the area, and colorful streamers and fruit were out everywhere. Currently there were a band of gypsies dancing in the center, and people of every race and culture mingled. The best part though was the small harbor with a strong current and on the docks had been a small almost wreck of a rowboat. Something that would just allow him to get far enough away.
Smiling inside Heero went off to the side and slowly eased his wrist from the tight hold. Hoping that Captain J was too busies to notice him....he was. Slipping silently threw the masses he snuck on the dock and into the small rowboat.
It didn't seem stable, and it swayed much too much for his liking but it would do. Untying it from the dock he pushed out.
He was about eightyfive feet out from the docks end when someone finally spotted him
"HEY! YOU THERE BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THAT THING ISN'T SAFE FOR TRAVEL!!"
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End Part one
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1 fief of Magalan, not a real place. and I'm not even sure if in real life they'd be called fief's. Fiefs are sections of land give out by the King to knights to rule over like governors of some sort in England in the middle ages type thing. They also had castle like houses etc.
2 Little girls and boys always fight atleast a little when there younger, its natural. Sometimes boys and girls are friends but I don't think Duo and Relena will ever be strawberries and cream.
3 Ummm.....spaceheart same thing, different name. Feeling about people etc.
4 One of his many wives just died. When people die the people generally that they new change. At least for a while. Grieving process and stuff like that. He's not supposed to be evil like J is in this story, mainly.
5 Little bit of a sappy ending here...dislike it but then again my first try really writing Trowa and Quartre in sofar.
6 This ends badly but I had to get them over to were Duo and Wufei were sooo....
7 Generally speaking it is hard for anyone to remember much of there childhood. Memory generally starts when there is something interesting happening...so it would be a little hard to remember, huh?
8 I couldn't help it. I had to give Heero long hair! And if you couldn't tell I originally wrote this to be the beginning...
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I'm finnaly done with this part....it need to be edited but I'll do that later. A serous rewrite.... Not too bad for my first fic, is it?
I'm going to go conk out for a few years now. C-ya :: mumbles incoherently about not getting historical things right and soccer balls before falling asleep at the door::
Author: Munchkin
Archived: Fanfiction.net, you actually want it? Fine, just tell me where it is
Warnings: OOC (strongly most likely) Angst, implied Jx1, Bastard J, future 2x1/1x2 (gonna try for a lemon later) and hinted at 3+4/3x4
Authors notes: Arge! I have officially written and rewritten this thing about 5 times. I'm now just going to write it and post it. If it sucks...well, I rewrite it later. This part explains the events up until the point where the majority of this story will take place. The history of it all is just soo messed up I decided "what the heck" and lets all just say its not in any exact timeline. Obviously there's not going to be any cars driving by, but I needed certain things to happen and actual timeline info probably wouldn't work. I'm saying probably b/c at the moment I'm too disoriented and lazy to look it up (further I don't think England had gotten to the middevilish type stage at around 500 or so AD)....as always I have something to blame my writing on! I blame this on the fact I got the shit beaten out of me in soccer today ('scues the lang but its true) and did five high headers before this. Deal with the oddness. ^__^; Evil J alert also....sorry!
Disclaimer: I don't think I own them....hmmm....not sure....but I do believe I would remember owning someone. And sense I don't I don't!
Part 1
Heero Yuy was no longer on the slave ship, though right now he may wish he was. He was in a small room, locked in with no way out it seemed. Captain J had just left to fill out some papers and was bound to come back any minute, and he certainly didn't want to face him again.
He check the door again and found much to his amazement that it was slightly ajar. Frowning to himself the blue-eyed boy pushed and was delighted to see it give. Maybe he could get away from that captain!
Heero crept along the hallways of the deserted temple that was now being used as a home for the Slave Collector. The place was a maze but if he could just get out....
Another door creaked and Heero felt his heart leap to he throat as he heard the tell tail *thud clip clap, thud clip clap, thud clip clap* of the boot, peg, and metal cain sound of Captain J walking.
'He's back!' His mind screamed at him as he turned this way and that trying to get as far away from the footsteps as he could before leaning back on one of the walls winded....and the awful footsteps came closer.
"You tried to run away, boy." Captain J's voice broke the pattern of panting Heero had been making. "You were very stupid."
"Go away." Heero stood up and glared at the old man trying to look more brave and defiant than he was...to bad he was only five summers and the look was not as withering as he'd hoped.
"I don't think so, chap...." J chuckled evilly. "I don't think so at all...I think you need a lesson"
And before Heero could muster up a reply he felt pain blossom in his chest as the cane J used was smacked harshly into his ribs.
"You are never to disobey me!" Another hit, this time with the back of his hand, "You are no one!" A punch to the stomach," And you never will be, do you understand?" a rap on the head with the cane that made stars dance in front of his eyes, "You are just a slave to be used." the captain spat on him. "You are nobody!"
"No!" Heero went into a curled position, his arms above his face to try to protect himself. "I'm Heero Yuy! I'll never be no one! and I'll NEVER be just a slave to someone sick like YOU!"
"Oh, you think so you little brat?" The Captain grinned down at him and yanked him to his eye level....Heero didn't like that look at all. "Well, see about that...."
The sound of clothing be ripped and terrified screams soon filled the Temples walls.
^*^
Duo Maxwell, the young hair to the fief of Magalan(1) in the lower regions of England pranced into the school house dragging with him his neighbor and China's Ambassador's youngest son, Wufei and his slightly older sister Hilde. The former of the two did not look nearly as cheerful latter and Duo did.
Duo's chestnut braid wiped from sided to side and his violet eyes glittered happily as he pounced on Milliardo, the schools teacher, and began to babble to him at an alarming speed. "HIYA MILLY TEACHER! My family gets to have the-the-AMBASIEDORS from CHINA! And they have a son!!! His name is Wuffie and he's really really cool! And that means I'm not gonna be the only boy in class this year!! Isn't that great!!"
The young teacher grimaced a little knowing far well what this year was going to end up like and worked up a smile. "Thats great Duo...how about you take your seat and we can have a introduction day for today before moving back into learning mathematics and......"
Milliardo was cut off by his sister marking her arrival. "I see you did come back you snot face sewer rat!" (2) She screeched and everyone winced at the high pitch her little voice could reach.
"Oh look Wufei your other classmate has arrived... allow me to make introductions. Ambasiedor Chang Wufei this is Mud-Faced Screechowl, Mud-Face Chang Wufei!" Duo had let go of Milliardo and gestured to Relena.
"WHY YOU LITTLE PUNK!"
Wufei groaned under his breath and wished for the hundredth time that his family weren't the Ambassadors for China or at least they had been assigned a different Fief. He was going to be a warrior, he didn't need to listen to these petty fights and learn what these English Crazy's had to teach. As if in agreement with his thoughts, about the fights at lease, Mr. Peacecraft attempted to stop the one in progress, but had no success when Hilde joined Relena's team and began helping her attack her brother.
This would be a long fifteen years.....
~*~
Quatre at the same moment half across the known world looked fearfully about. His bright blond hair had turned a dark brownish shade from the sand and his hands and feet were tough from the long trek across part of the desert to see his new home. He didn't know why he was going here, he had wanted to stay with the other boy...Heero... that was his name, Quatre thought. Heero needed someone with him if he admitted it or not. The Captain was not a good person, his crystalheart (3) told him as much, but when threatened with death. Well, anyone would have left.
The blond boy peered across the dunes that seemed to stretch for miles in every direction and wondered if they may be lost when a whitish, marble looking building rose from in front of them along with an oases that was not far off from this different looking beauty.
It had an arched doorway, with seven pillars supporting the entrance, twin towers with domish looking tops adorn the caps, windows dotted the front and banners of satin hung from widows and arches adding color. The place look large, huge even....and that was the place they seemed to be going.
Quatre trembled and looked up at his captors, wondering what may happen once he was out of their care. His trip hadn't been bad...in fact at times it was almost pleasant. Reminding him of his trips around Atlantis and his teachings of art and architecture. The people who transported him always made sure he had enough food and water and never harmed him in anyway, as long as he didn't try to run away of course.
He didn't know what to expect from his new masters. Sense he was now to be a slave he wasn't sure about anything...what was he supposed to do? Slaves had always been band at home and what if he got a bad person? One that would beat him? Quatre bit his lip until it bled and they were at the entrance of this strange and magnificent place.
^*^
Trowa peeked from behind one of the pillars as a new boy walked into the Palace accompanied by three burly men. His sister, Cathy, would give him quite a tong thrashing if he were caught. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to be learning his dances but the new boy intrigued him.
The boys sweat soaked clothing and hair clung to his skin, along with a thick layer of dirt and sand that held him as if it were a second set, turning his light colored hair brown and his already dull cloths became splotchy. Trowa's green eyes swept the other, he was supposed to be an Atlantian, on of the only left, and now to be the heir to the Winners Estate and Business if he were to prove himself. This one boy who was supposed to be so much however did not look like it. In fact he seemed terrified.
The group moved to enter and greet the family and Trowa decided to hang around a bit longer, and see if this one was to stay. Stay and perhaps be friends with him....stay and not be sold and broken. like he was sure to be if sold.
Slipping in behind the group and behind another column, peeked in, holding in a gasp when he saw the entire family assembled.
The family consisted of eight wives, twenty-nine daughters and one father. The father stood in the center, with a strict look apon his face while the young ladies peered at the blond in a most curious manner and whispered amongst themselves.
Mr. Winner paced in front of the party, a distasteful look gracing his normal impassive features as of late and barked out,(4) "Your name!"
The blond boy jerked his head up from its former lowered position. "M-my name sir? Qu-Quatra Tin. Son of the late-"
"I don't care about your parents boy!" Mr. Winners voice boomed and echoed in room. "Tell me though are you indeed from Atlantis?"
"Yes, s-sir."
"Good. And stop calling me Sir!" Mr. Winner jerked around, his bright robes flinging out to the sides. "Anania!"
"Yes, Father?" A small girl about Trowa's age stepped forward. Her fawnish brown-yellow eyes slightly widened.
"What do you think of him!" He gestured to Quatre.
"I like him, and I believe he will be able to run the company well given time." She told him matter-of-factly before turning around and leaving. "You shouldn't be scaring him so though."
Trowa agreed full heartedly. There was just something about Quatre that drew him in. He wanted to get to know him badly. But at the moment Quatre was shaking as if a privet earthquake was happening just below his feet.
"Very well, any objections?" Mr. Winner looked around. When there were none he dismissed everyone and paid the men who brought Quatre.
Turning to leave Trowa heard Mr. Winner call to him. "Trowa I know your there. Come out and show Quatre where to go and what to do. It will be you job to teach him the basics and how he is to act for the most part. Fail and he goes to the Slave Sales. Oh, and make sure he gets a bath before dinner."
Trowa's eye's widened as he realized he had been caught before turning around and rushing back. He never knew what mood Mr. Winner was in anymore and did not want to push it.
Smiling slightly Trowa held out a hand as Mr. Winner left. "Hallo, I'm Trowa."
Quatre took Trowa's hand and held it. "Its nice to meet you Trowa, I'm sure we can be good friends!" (5)
^*^
~~Eight Years After the last encounter(Quatre and Trowa)~~
Quatre Tin or rather now Quatre Winner raced threw the halls, passed the columns and under the banners before launching himself onto his taller friends back. "Trowa! Guess what!"
The other Gyspy bread boy smiled. "I don't know Quatre, what?"
"We get to go to ENGLAND! A fief called Magalan to be precise! Mr. Winner said I should so I can get a better view of the world and other cultures, and I talked him into letting you go as well!"
"That's great Quatre. But I'll have to ask Cathy, and you never know if she will agree or not."
"I know. But I hope she says yes. I'll be gone for at least three years, staying at some old guy name Maxwells place...and I haven't a clue what to do." (6)
~~Nine Years After the last encounter(Heero) ~~
Heero sat hunched in a ball in his room, chin to knees. His room consisted of a small cot that most definitely would not support his weight any longer, and four walls with one window. It was five feet by five and was made of gray, moss ridden stone. He blinked as he saw light start to filter in, the colors slowly growing as the sun peeked threw the window showing that yet another day had begun.
Presently Heero was trying to remember how it felt to be free, on of his now favorite past times. He could remember fire and water and all the things before he was fished out of the sea, as anyone would.(7) He even remembered the basics of the week before. But the people he knew and the things he did normally were at a loss. It was as if they had never occurred.
His musing were drown out by a loud ringing coming from his Masters chambers. Heero frowned and pushing his bangs from his eyes walked out of his room.
Heero was a short 15 year old Atlantian. Not that his country name had much meaning any longer. He stood to about 5' or 5' 1'' with long unruly hair that reached his thigh, it was beautiful but often it was as greasy as if he had pored Vaseline on his head, and flat Persian blue eyes.(8) He had been a slave for nine years and 360 long days, been subject to almost any type of abuse, and was now ready to leave.
Heero's Master was a tall, proud Captain. His last voyage had been the one he found Heero on, and his ship was the Meteor. Captain J wore an old fashion red vest with black and blue trimmings coming down and up from the waste for added decoration. His beard and mustache were never combed nor washed, his cold gray eyes were nearly doubled in size by thick red-gray glasses, and his right leg had been taken off a few years before adding a stunning peg leg laced with iron to the already unusual man. J, was an angry man, never satisfied, and always having a thirst for money and anything he could get that could get him some quick. Also he had a monster of a temper, a note that Heero himself had learned far too late.
Marching down the halls of the Temple where they lived Heero taped on the door to J's chambers.
"Come in boy." Captain J's gruff voice came from within and Heero complied.
"We're going to town today. Your getting sold to someone younger for a good price. If I'm not happy with the price today then we'll try again next week."
Heero looked surprised for a moment before it was hidden behind his mask of blank indifference.
"Yes boy, I'm going to sell you. You've been a good slave and fuck but now that you've been broken in. I think its time for my one last cash in before I retire in the good life." The older man took a hold of the boys wrist. "Come along."
Heero almost snorted at the old mans foolish thought. He was far from broken...in fact this would be his chance. He could finally get out of here. Today! When they were out among crowds of people and near the sea.
It had taken them almost a half an hour before they reached the town square and the Slave Selling had yet to begin. Yanking Heero along J went to fill out the papers needed to sell him.
The square was amazing. Small houses and shops dotted the area, and colorful streamers and fruit were out everywhere. Currently there were a band of gypsies dancing in the center, and people of every race and culture mingled. The best part though was the small harbor with a strong current and on the docks had been a small almost wreck of a rowboat. Something that would just allow him to get far enough away.
Smiling inside Heero went off to the side and slowly eased his wrist from the tight hold. Hoping that Captain J was too busies to notice him....he was. Slipping silently threw the masses he snuck on the dock and into the small rowboat.
It didn't seem stable, and it swayed much too much for his liking but it would do. Untying it from the dock he pushed out.
He was about eightyfive feet out from the docks end when someone finally spotted him
"HEY! YOU THERE BOY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! THAT THING ISN'T SAFE FOR TRAVEL!!"
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End Part one
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1 fief of Magalan, not a real place. and I'm not even sure if in real life they'd be called fief's. Fiefs are sections of land give out by the King to knights to rule over like governors of some sort in England in the middle ages type thing. They also had castle like houses etc.
2 Little girls and boys always fight atleast a little when there younger, its natural. Sometimes boys and girls are friends but I don't think Duo and Relena will ever be strawberries and cream.
3 Ummm.....spaceheart same thing, different name. Feeling about people etc.
4 One of his many wives just died. When people die the people generally that they new change. At least for a while. Grieving process and stuff like that. He's not supposed to be evil like J is in this story, mainly.
5 Little bit of a sappy ending here...dislike it but then again my first try really writing Trowa and Quartre in sofar.
6 This ends badly but I had to get them over to were Duo and Wufei were sooo....
7 Generally speaking it is hard for anyone to remember much of there childhood. Memory generally starts when there is something interesting happening...so it would be a little hard to remember, huh?
8 I couldn't help it. I had to give Heero long hair! And if you couldn't tell I originally wrote this to be the beginning...
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I'm finnaly done with this part....it need to be edited but I'll do that later. A serous rewrite.... Not too bad for my first fic, is it?
I'm going to go conk out for a few years now. C-ya :: mumbles incoherently about not getting historical things right and soccer balls before falling asleep at the door::
