Of Princesses and Unheros

Disclaimer: I dun own Gundam Wing. I dun own Gundam Characters, I DO own any original characters and names (I.E.: Annette)

Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHIBI CAT! 15! ONLY A YEAR TILL YOU CAN DRIVE!!! Oh yeah… In this chapter I'll be introducing Hilde, Trowa, Quatre, Dorothy…and anyone else I have time to fit in.

Another thing…this is a totally non-yaoi fic. I attempted to write a scene between Quatre and Trowa before I wrote this chapter and I absolutely hated it so if you like that pairing it won't be here. Sorry to all who were looking forward to that. I tried.

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Chapter 3: ….couldn't think of a name

Duo sauntered back to his hideout where his childhood friend, Hilde, waited for him.

"DUO! Where have you been?" Hilde asked tugging on his long chestnut braid.

"I got caught up, that's all. You know, the Crimsons are getting too confident for their own good. They attacked me! THEY attacked ME! They must be loosing their minds!" Duo shouted.

"They attacked you? Here?" Hilde asked with rage and worry mixed in her voice.

"Well…errr…no…I was in the Market District, ya know, to see if I could maybe borrow a pie or two from the Blushing Dragon Tavern out there," Duo smiled weakly. The look on Hilde's face immediately lost worry and rage and was replaced by exasperation.

"Duo, if people want to kill you, you just don't waltz right into their house and break a vase," she groaned.

"Oh, thank you for the sagacious advice. I shall treasure it for all eternity," Duo said sarcastically.

"I just hope you don't get killed out there, Duo! Those people aren't playing when they said they're gonna split you in half from the bottom up! I know, I've seen it!"

"Hilde, you don't have ta get so worked up about it. You see! I came home in one piece!" Duo said spinning around as to prove his point.

"I know, I'm just…It doesn't matter. We'll get 'em back! Just they try to enter our territory," Hilde smiled wickedly.

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Dorothy's cherry red lips curled into a smile as she lounged on her extravagantly large bed in her immense room. She had everything a girl could want. A perfect body, money, men. Lots and lots of men. Being the crown princess of the Mado Kingdom had it's advantages. She had servants running at a sigh, people beheaded at a frown and men…glorious, sexy, wonderful men brought to her at a whim. Not that they didn't like it as well. Sure, a few didn't want to be there at first but once they learned the advantages they had no problem accepting their new lifestyle. Except one that is. Her newest slave had only been there a week and she still had not had her way with him. She favored him so she would let him stay…pure…until he was ready. She gently pulled on the chain connected to her bedpost and out from the other room came a young man with tousled blonde hair and big blue eyes.

"Quatre," Dorothy purred, "Would you mind bringing me a glass of wine?"

"No m'lady. I don't mind at all," Quatre smiled politely as he brought the wine to Dorothy. Dorothy smiled coyly back at him and rose slowly from her bed to accent her curves. She took the glass and drank from it, then she held it up to Quatre's lips so he might have a taste.

"You may go now, Quatre," she said in a very husky voice. Quatre bowed and left the room for the men's quarters. As soon as he got there he let out a gigantic sigh of relief. At least she didn't have him in there 24/7. He turned to his newfound friend, Trowa, and nodded. Trowa was not a pleasure slave like the majority of the men there he was an entertainer. His ability at acrobatics saved him from Dorothy's lust for her father enjoyed his performance as an acrobat as well. And any slave that belonged to the Queen or King, Dorothy could not have.

"I have been able to find an exit so we could sneak out virtually unnoticed by the palace guards," Trowa told Quatre in his ever-calm voice. "There is a stairway in the dungeon that leads to the torture grounds. Down there is a lake in which they sometimes dip the people they are torturing. In the lake there is a drain. We could swim out."

"Trowa, isn't this a little...intricate..." Quatre asked.

"Yes. But it is the only way we can get out of this place. You do want to see your sister again, don't you?" Trowa asked.

"Yes...but...I don't know if she remembers me...we were so young."

"She will."

"Alright," Quatre agreed, "We'll do it." Don't worry, Relena. You're brothers are coming for you...

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"There are people who want to kill you, Relena..." the mysterious Mr. Merquise told her.

"Why? Why do people want to kill me? TELL ME DAMN YOU!" Relena shouted. Mr. Merquise vanished and Relena was suddenly face to face with Heero.

"Do you want to kill me?" she asked him, holding her head up high.

"Yes," he said simply.

"Then go ahead," she commanded. She suddenly found her self drowning in a lake. A lake with Prussian blue waters.

Relena woke up with a start. Ever since Mr. Merquise hinted her about the assassination she had been nervous. Suspicious of every new customer that came in the tavern. Wondering what happened to Heero. And why did she always find herself drowning in his eyes. Wait. What was that. Drowning in his eyes? What kind of madness was that? She scarcely knew him!

Being unable to sleep, Relena went down stairs to begin making dough for the bread. She kneaded the dough between her delicate fingers. She didn't notice the lithe woman enter the room. She didn't notice the black cloaked figure that was silently moving around the kitchen, groping along the tabletops.

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Two hands. A gnarled useless one and a normal one slowly broke apart, little threads of magic still connecting their fingers. The old wizard's brow was furrowed in concentration as he concocted his spell. His concentration was broken, however, when the door slammed open and light poured into the once dark room. The wizard turned his head to face the intruder and a frown marred his already mangled features.

"Where have you been, Heero?" he asked.

"I was…caught up. But I finished the mission," Heero murmured.

"Well, you couldn't have picked a worse time to waltz in!" the old wizard said irritably. Heero turned to leave but the wizard called him back. "Come over here, Heero. I have a small favor to ask you."

Reluctantly Heero walked over to where the old wizard was hunched over. The wizard, known to everyone only as J, handed Heero a smooth black stone.

"Relax and just hold it," J instructed. Heero did as he was told but nothing happened. J sighed in defeat and was about to take the stone back when Heero arm began to turn black as the night and his fingers lengthened. Heero tried to throw the stone down only to find it had become embedded in his palm. The dark color continued to creep into his skin until J tapped the stone with his gnarled hand, causing it to fall to the ground. As soon as it fell Heero turned back to normal.

"It's working!" J whispered. Then he turned to Heero and dismissed him. Heero left without asking any questions. What ever had just happened in that room could stay in that room.

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Tomboy Rose: La la la! That was chapter 3! I hope you enjoyed!

Chibi Cat: I did but…what exactally happened to Hee-chan?

Tomboy Rose: Ya gotta wait until chapter 4 to find out! Mwahahahahahaha!

Chibi Cat: I'm sure we can make arangements for me to find out sooner.

Tomboy Rose: Nope!

Chibi Cat: Pulls out a pitch fork and starts poking Rose with it No…I'm POSITIVE we can work something out!

Tomboy Rose: OUCH! I'll work on it now! I'll work on it now! Please review! WAHHHHHHH!