A/N- okay, I'm almost done with this story. I really hope you guys are enjoying this.
The Prince and the Peasant: Part 9
By: RurouniGirl
Duo rolled over and squinted at the bright sunlight coming through his window. 'Damn, it was morning.' He sighed. Today was going to be a nightmare.
He slowly climbed out of bed. His feet felt heavy. Why did this have to happen?
His father sent servants in to help him bathe and dress. They left saying that someone would be along shortly, to escort him.
He sat down and stared straight ahead, not seeing anything. His mind kept wondering. He kept remembering all the good times he had with Heero. As much as he tried not to remember, the memories came rushing back.
He was pulled out of his reverie when a guard entered the room.
"I'm here to escort you," he said.
Duo stood up and followed lifelessly. A cheer erupted as he entered the room and took his place. He stood staring straight ahead as his father escorted Relena down the aisle.
A single tear trickled down his cheek as the ceremony began.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wufei paced up and down the cell. He couldn't sit still. There had to be some way to get out of here. He just had to think of it.
Quatre was sitting next to Trowa. Both boys were doing there best to come up with something, but they weren't having any luck either.
Heero sat in the corner, knees pulled up to his chest, staring straight ahead. His mind was full of the memories of the time he spent with Duo. They were the best memories he had, but he didn't want to remember them. Not now. Duo was getting married today, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. He sighed in frustration. There had to be a way to get out of here. He just couldn't think of it.
He stood up and began to pace with Wufei. Quatre watched the two boys pacing.
"Guys, sit down. You're going to wear a whole in the floor."
The two boys smiled apologetically.
"Sorry," Wufei said. "It's just so frustrating."
Heero sat down and then got back up and began pacing again.
"There has to be someway out of here."
Quatre smiled and stood up.
"I could probably get us out if I had the right equipment. But, I don't."
Wufei, Heero, and Trowa looked at Quatre questioningly.
"What do you mean?" Trowa asked.
Quatre blushed. "Well, I have a little skill in lock picking," he said. "But, I need something to pick the lock with. I don't have anything." He looked at the other boys. "Do you?"
They all shook their heads. "No," was the replied.
His head sunk. "Sorry guys. I thought I could help."
Trowa placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. It's not your fault."
Quatre nodded. "I know, but I still feel bad."
He continued to look at the ground as Trowa tried to assure him that it wasn't his fault. He gave a start as his eyes fell on something.
"That's it."
The other boys looked at him, confused.
"What is it?" Wufei asked.
Quatre bent down and picked up a small stick. It was long and slender. It just might work. He held it up for the other boys to see.
"I can use this." He looked at the others, grinning. "I don't suppose any of you have a knife?"
Heero shook his head. "No."
"No," Trowa replied.
Wufei grinned. "Actually, yes." He reached down and pulled a small dagger out of his boot. "The guards never searched me for weapons."
Quatre smiled. What good luck. He took the dagger and carved the tip of the stick into a sharp point.
"Okay, this should do it. Now all we need is to get rid of the guards."
He looked at the other boys. "Any ideas?"
Wufei and Trowa shook their heads. Heero looked thoughtful. He walked over and stopped when he was standing right behind the two guards. He put his hands through the bars, and with a quick blow to the base of their necks, the two guards were knocked unconscious.
Heero turned back toward the other boys. "That should do it."
Wufei grinned at him. "Nothing like the direct approach."
Trowa couldn't help smiling and Quatre chuckled quietly to himself as he went to work picking the lock. After several failed attempts the lock finally opened. Quatre looked at the other two boys with a smile on his face.
" Okay, we're out."
Trowa smiled at the blonde and Wufei patted him on the back.
"Great job," Wufei commented. "Now let's go. We have a wedding to stop."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo stood listening to the priest. He tried not to hear the words he was saying but wasn't very successful. He felt another tear slip down his cheek. He couldn't do this. He just couldn't. But, at the same time, he had to. He couldn't let his father kill Heero.
"If anyone has any reason why these two should not marry, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
Duo cringed at those words. God, why was this happening? He braced himself for the worst part of the ceremony, but it was interrupted.
"I object."
"I object."
"I object."
The three voiced rang through the room. Duo whirled around. Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei stood at the back of the room smiling.
"And, I object." Heero said, stepping into the room and smiling at Duo.
Tears filled Duo's eyes. He ran down the aisle and flung his arms around Heero, burying his face in Heero's shoulder. Heero smiled, and wrapped his arms around the prince.
Duo managed to get his tears under control and turned around to face his father. He had a determined look on his.
"And, I object," Duo said. "I won't marry Relena."
The king walked toward Duo. "Son, you will marry Relena."
Duo shook his head and grabbed Heero's hand, pulling him to his side.
"No, father. I won't. I already love Heero. Now that you don't have Heero to force me into this marriage, I won't marry Relena."
The king looked like he was about to explode. "GUARDS! ARREST THOSE BOYS!"
Duo stepped in front of the three boys, arms spread wide.
"If you want them, you'll have to go though me first."
The guards stopped in their tracks and looked to the king.
"Don't hurt the prince, but if you must, knock him out."
They continued to advance on the five boys. One of them tried to grab Heero, but Duo sent him flying backwards with a well-aimed punch to his jaw. He tried his best to hold the guards off but one of the guards managed to punch him. He reeled backwards, dazed, and the guards grabbed both of his arms.
They grabbed the other four boys and started to drag them out.
"Guards," the king said. "Throw the peasant in a separate cell. He'll be executed tomorrow."
Duo snapped out of his daze. "NO!" he cried as the guards dragged the struggling boys out of the room. He slumped against the guards and turned a worn out face to his father.
"Why are you doing this father?" he asked, a quiver in his voice. "Why are you taking the only person I've ever loved away from me?"
The king looked down at his son with a disgusted look on his face.
"Because, he's a boy." The king laughed. "I promise, you will marry Relena. Right after the execution of your peasant."
Author's Notes: okay, this is the conclusion of another chapter. This story is much longer than I thought it was gonna be. I hope you guys are enjoying this. Review. RurouniGirl
The Prince and the Peasant: Part 9
By: RurouniGirl
Duo rolled over and squinted at the bright sunlight coming through his window. 'Damn, it was morning.' He sighed. Today was going to be a nightmare.
He slowly climbed out of bed. His feet felt heavy. Why did this have to happen?
His father sent servants in to help him bathe and dress. They left saying that someone would be along shortly, to escort him.
He sat down and stared straight ahead, not seeing anything. His mind kept wondering. He kept remembering all the good times he had with Heero. As much as he tried not to remember, the memories came rushing back.
He was pulled out of his reverie when a guard entered the room.
"I'm here to escort you," he said.
Duo stood up and followed lifelessly. A cheer erupted as he entered the room and took his place. He stood staring straight ahead as his father escorted Relena down the aisle.
A single tear trickled down his cheek as the ceremony began.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wufei paced up and down the cell. He couldn't sit still. There had to be some way to get out of here. He just had to think of it.
Quatre was sitting next to Trowa. Both boys were doing there best to come up with something, but they weren't having any luck either.
Heero sat in the corner, knees pulled up to his chest, staring straight ahead. His mind was full of the memories of the time he spent with Duo. They were the best memories he had, but he didn't want to remember them. Not now. Duo was getting married today, and he couldn't do a thing to stop it. He sighed in frustration. There had to be a way to get out of here. He just couldn't think of it.
He stood up and began to pace with Wufei. Quatre watched the two boys pacing.
"Guys, sit down. You're going to wear a whole in the floor."
The two boys smiled apologetically.
"Sorry," Wufei said. "It's just so frustrating."
Heero sat down and then got back up and began pacing again.
"There has to be someway out of here."
Quatre smiled and stood up.
"I could probably get us out if I had the right equipment. But, I don't."
Wufei, Heero, and Trowa looked at Quatre questioningly.
"What do you mean?" Trowa asked.
Quatre blushed. "Well, I have a little skill in lock picking," he said. "But, I need something to pick the lock with. I don't have anything." He looked at the other boys. "Do you?"
They all shook their heads. "No," was the replied.
His head sunk. "Sorry guys. I thought I could help."
Trowa placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. It's not your fault."
Quatre nodded. "I know, but I still feel bad."
He continued to look at the ground as Trowa tried to assure him that it wasn't his fault. He gave a start as his eyes fell on something.
"That's it."
The other boys looked at him, confused.
"What is it?" Wufei asked.
Quatre bent down and picked up a small stick. It was long and slender. It just might work. He held it up for the other boys to see.
"I can use this." He looked at the others, grinning. "I don't suppose any of you have a knife?"
Heero shook his head. "No."
"No," Trowa replied.
Wufei grinned. "Actually, yes." He reached down and pulled a small dagger out of his boot. "The guards never searched me for weapons."
Quatre smiled. What good luck. He took the dagger and carved the tip of the stick into a sharp point.
"Okay, this should do it. Now all we need is to get rid of the guards."
He looked at the other boys. "Any ideas?"
Wufei and Trowa shook their heads. Heero looked thoughtful. He walked over and stopped when he was standing right behind the two guards. He put his hands through the bars, and with a quick blow to the base of their necks, the two guards were knocked unconscious.
Heero turned back toward the other boys. "That should do it."
Wufei grinned at him. "Nothing like the direct approach."
Trowa couldn't help smiling and Quatre chuckled quietly to himself as he went to work picking the lock. After several failed attempts the lock finally opened. Quatre looked at the other two boys with a smile on his face.
" Okay, we're out."
Trowa smiled at the blonde and Wufei patted him on the back.
"Great job," Wufei commented. "Now let's go. We have a wedding to stop."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Duo stood listening to the priest. He tried not to hear the words he was saying but wasn't very successful. He felt another tear slip down his cheek. He couldn't do this. He just couldn't. But, at the same time, he had to. He couldn't let his father kill Heero.
"If anyone has any reason why these two should not marry, speak now, or forever hold your peace."
Duo cringed at those words. God, why was this happening? He braced himself for the worst part of the ceremony, but it was interrupted.
"I object."
"I object."
"I object."
The three voiced rang through the room. Duo whirled around. Quatre, Trowa, and Wufei stood at the back of the room smiling.
"And, I object." Heero said, stepping into the room and smiling at Duo.
Tears filled Duo's eyes. He ran down the aisle and flung his arms around Heero, burying his face in Heero's shoulder. Heero smiled, and wrapped his arms around the prince.
Duo managed to get his tears under control and turned around to face his father. He had a determined look on his.
"And, I object," Duo said. "I won't marry Relena."
The king walked toward Duo. "Son, you will marry Relena."
Duo shook his head and grabbed Heero's hand, pulling him to his side.
"No, father. I won't. I already love Heero. Now that you don't have Heero to force me into this marriage, I won't marry Relena."
The king looked like he was about to explode. "GUARDS! ARREST THOSE BOYS!"
Duo stepped in front of the three boys, arms spread wide.
"If you want them, you'll have to go though me first."
The guards stopped in their tracks and looked to the king.
"Don't hurt the prince, but if you must, knock him out."
They continued to advance on the five boys. One of them tried to grab Heero, but Duo sent him flying backwards with a well-aimed punch to his jaw. He tried his best to hold the guards off but one of the guards managed to punch him. He reeled backwards, dazed, and the guards grabbed both of his arms.
They grabbed the other four boys and started to drag them out.
"Guards," the king said. "Throw the peasant in a separate cell. He'll be executed tomorrow."
Duo snapped out of his daze. "NO!" he cried as the guards dragged the struggling boys out of the room. He slumped against the guards and turned a worn out face to his father.
"Why are you doing this father?" he asked, a quiver in his voice. "Why are you taking the only person I've ever loved away from me?"
The king looked down at his son with a disgusted look on his face.
"Because, he's a boy." The king laughed. "I promise, you will marry Relena. Right after the execution of your peasant."
Author's Notes: okay, this is the conclusion of another chapter. This story is much longer than I thought it was gonna be. I hope you guys are enjoying this. Review. RurouniGirl