Part 2
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did but what can we do? Gundam Wing
has so much more yaoi potential.
Warning: shounen ai, a weird version of one of my fav. Fairytales,
OOC,
Summary: A strange version of Cinderella with Quatre staring in the
place of Cinderella and Trowa instead of our prince.
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Trowa glared at his father, cat-green eyes narrowed into mere slits. "You can't make me do this.
His father shook his head. "This is for your own good. Trowa, I want to see you happy. You need someone who can keep you from being lonely, from shutting yourself off from the world."
"Throwing a group of giggling ninnies out to catch royalty is going to get me happiness?" Trowa growled, furry blazing in emerald depths. "Not bloody likely! Those that are actually interesting will have been forced into coming. You know how much I hate having girls flung at me. Couldn't you just let me live my own life and fall in love with whom ever I choose?"
It was to no avail. Zechs Marquis was a very stubborn man and once he decided something nothing short of torture would convince him to do other wise. So, Trowa just stalked away angrily, without a word to the man perched on the throne. He didn't see the blonde mans shoulders slim, nor the lone figure that stepped from the shadows.
Trieze Khushrenada, chief advisor, stepped over and wrapped his arms around his king in what was definitely not a platonic embrace. Zechs turned into the other mans arms and clutched at him almost desperately.
"I'm doing to same thing my father did. I'm forcing my son into something he doesn't want," the king whispered almost too softly for Trieze to hear.
"You have well meaning," the ginger haired adviser soothed. "You really do wish for Trowa to be happy. Besides, if it hadn't have been for your fathers pushing you never would have met me at that party on that night."
The blonde smiled at the memory as he pulled away. "How beautiful you looked, sitting by yourself surrounded by roses. I couldn't have stopped my feet from walking towards you if they had have been weighed down by lead."
"And I was just as smitten with you," Trieze returned with a chuckle. "You looked lonely walking through the garden without a companion, stars reflected in your hair. I'd been watching you for hours that night and finally slipped away as I'd given up hope of ever having you. You were the crown prince and I was barely a noble."
Zechs sighed and stood from his throw, happy that he was bless with a lover such as Trieze. He'd have broke down years ago if it hadn't been for Trieze's love and support, and now he was doing exactly to his son as his father had done to him.
Not that either Trowa or Catherine were his biological children, though the entire population would state other wise. It had once been custom for the king never to wed, but to bed many women and bring those children that were born to the palace as could-be heirs. After his father had died the elders had started to pester him into a wedding he didn't much want. Finding this long dead tradition had been his savior.
No scandalous coming out. No listening to maidens squabbling over who would be queen. No wife, or worse, the forced sleeping arrangements that would come with marrying a woman.
So, Catherine and Trowa weren't really his, but the children of two entertainers who had died tragically in a fire when Cathy was three and Trowa a mere babe. Their history would sometimes show itself in the for of Trowa's acrobatic skills and Catherine's uncanny aim with the dagger.
He sighed again, shaking his head. He shouldn't be pressuring Trowa into this, even if the boy wasn't his actual son. He should understand, not trying to force Trowa into this ball because the council was starting in on him. He was king and his word was followed no matter what. But no, he'd convinced himself that this would be good for his brooding son. Make him more social; maybe actually find himself a queen...
It was hopeless.
He'd just totally ruined things between he and Trowa. Everyone knew perfectly well that Trowa had no interest what so ever in the crown or the marriage that may have to come with it. It was Catherine who had the makings of a ruler, only Zechs was trying to force his son into the position no matter how impossible a task it was.
"We'll have to go through with this." he said resignedly. "Either Trowa will choose someone he doesn't love or even like, or the thrown will go to Cathy."
Trieze placed his hand on the blondes shoulder. "This could work out for the better," he comforted. "We both know Cathy would make a better ruler. Trowa's too anti-social. Being king means council meetings and fawning courtiers. That boy would go insane within a week of that."
Zechs nodded and started towards the door. There were so many things
to be taken care of and not much time to do it in.
"I cannot believe he's doing this," Trowa raged to his sister as he paced across the small study. "He can't make me choose a bride just like that!" I mean he's sent an invitation to all eligible women. Do you know how many desperate girls there are in this kingdom? I'm going to have hundreds of ninnies and spinsters throwing themselves at me come Saturday evening!"
Catherine looked on, pale blue eyes showing amusement. "You could always hide out in the garden the entire night. I heard that's what father used to do when he was younger. It's rumor that that's how he met Trieze."
Trowa snorted at his sister. "You listen to too much servants gossip, Cath."
Red-gold eyebrows shot up. "Really? At least I talk to people. You'd be surprised at the things you can learn simply by meeting someone new. You know, some of the servants think father and Trieze are lovers and that's why he never married."
He nodded at his sister. "I'd assumed the same myself. I'm perfectly capable of figuring things out myself. Iu don't need to hear it from a bunch of gossip mongers."
Catherine laughed. "Someday there's going to be someone that changes your mind on that and you are not going to hate it." With that she stood and left the room, shoulders held regally. Catherine would make a true queen when the time came.
She was still a real terror when it came to being a sister, of course. Cathy's favorite past time seemed to be forcing Trowa out of his little study. Of course the prince really did need to get out once in a while, but Trowa himself would never admit it to anyone other than himself.
At this moment he was rather annoyed with her. She agreed with their father! How could she?! Catherine knew how much he hated large crowds, how uncomfortable he was when all eyes centred on him. Not to mention how much he hated having all those women flirting with him. Catherine, his dear sister, was the only person in the kingdom who knew his dirty little secret.
Trowa liked boys.
Just as surely as Zechs loved Trieze, Trowa found his attention drawn only to those of the same sex as he. Which meant this gathering would be for nothing. Catherine would get the crown and Trowa would live his life as he wished; in his library.
It wasn't the over all out come that Trowa didn't like, it was the way it was to happen. He didn't believe for a second that this ball was really necessary. Zechs could just pronounce Cathy as heir and they could be done with all of this.
Trowa shook his head and tuned back to the book that lay on his desk. He'd just have to live with things. There was no way he could stop this now that the invitations had been sent.
TBC.....
Shade: The next two chapters are already finished, but I hate typing things out. I try to make it a point to always type my fics instead of writing them out. Oh well, I'll just have to do it anyways….
I love 13x6, it's one of my favorite pairings along with 13x6x5. I had
to put it in even if it meant a complicated reason as to how Catherine
and Trowa came into being. Next chapter, I believe, introduces Duo and
a little more insight onto Heero the mouse.