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Something Sacred
Chapter five:
Duo awoke with a throbbing head and groggy senses. "Ow..." He grumbled something to himself as he opened his eyes to bright sunlight and smoldering heat. He struggled to sit up, and soon found that his movement was limited as his wrists and his ankles were bound tightly. And all he could remember were stunning blue eyes...and such an intense gaze...Prince Duo looked around and found himself on a blanket in the middle of the desert with his wrists and ankles bound.
"This won't do at all," muttered Duo, raising an eyebrow. Duo searched his pants and found them sash-less and weapon-less. Duo silently cursed as he slipped his hands around his legs and over to see if he could loosen the knot of the rope binding his wrists. In frustration, Duo hopped over to his kidnapper.
"Looking for these?" Heero muttered as he took Duo's daggers out from his cloak.
"What do you want from me, and who are you?"
Heero smirked. "I don't know why I'd answer either of those questions."
"I'll tell my father when he finds me, and he won't be happy."
"Exactly why I don't want to tell you."
"I...humph." Duo pouted, and scooted over to lean against a tree. "So what's your name anyway? You look familiar."
Heero's sly grin widened. "And so I should. I am the prince of the Dark City, and I'm holding you for ransom."
At these words, Duo started struggling against his bonds. "I will not be held here against my will.
And you will not get any money out of my father."
"I don't want money."
Duo stopped struggling. "What?"
"It intrigues me that I now have something that Kung Dhul will do anything for," Heero shrugged.
"Besides, I want some of those precious birds that you have roaming around your city, and I also want your father to surrender in our war."
Duo stared at him, shocked. "You can't possibly want all that for me? My father will never accept your terms."
Heero grunted. "Who are you to say that? I'm the one that captured you, not the other way around. I've sent word of what position you are in. We should be getting a response soon enough."
"My father and my people will find me." Duo growled at his captor. "And you aren't laying your grubby paws on our pheasants. They are strictly for the uses of our city." Heero grunted again. "Only time will tell." He then fell silent, standing on the sand he seemed as if he was some kind of sun God, the way the sun glared against his dark clothing. Duo turned his gaze away in disgust. This man was his enemy, and he would not, could not, let him get to him in any way.
So, setting his mind on escape, Duo started on the ropes that held his wrists together as secretly as he could. "Is there any water?" He asked, suddenly noticing how dry his throat was. Heero nodded, and reached for his water jug. He crouched beside Duo, and helped him to hold it to his parched lips. Duo noted that he was being surprisingly gentle for a kidnapper. He drank his fill, then drew back, suddenly noticing how close Heero really was. They sat in a stunned silence, mere inches apart for a few seconds, before Heero seemed to realize it too, and he drew back hurriedly, pushing the cap back onto the water jug. Duo shook his head clear, trying to rid his mind of the vision of the rich blue eyes gazing into his own.
Since when do I think like this? Duo demanded himself. He was engaged at home, his father had chosen his bride...and it was definitely a FEMALE bride. Why did he feel like he'd discard her in less than a second, for this, kidnapper...his archenemy? His MALE archenemy?
~*~
By nightfall, Heero built a tent and made a fire.
"You're crazy if you think I'm sharing that pitiful tent with you," mumbled Duo to no avail.
"You will if you do not wish to freeze to death tonight," answered Heero with an evil smile on his face.
"Here." Heero shoved a fruit in Duo's mouth. "I'm sure that even the Gods themselves will thank me for keeping your mouth shut." Duo glared openly at Heero as Heero released Duo from his bindings.
"Why did you cut the ropes?" asked Duo suspiciously.
"Because I trust you will go nowhere tonight," Heero stated and went inside the tent to sleep.
A few moments later, Duo sauntered up to Heero's stallion.
"Heeeeey blackie!" Duo said in his sweetest voice. "How about you help me get away from this psycho?" Duo attempted to mount the stallion. The horse kicked Duo off.
"Oh come on!" Duo sneered impatiently. "All I want is a ride back..." Duo tried to mount the horse again, but the stallion knocked Duo over and unto the tent, knocking the tent down with him and landing on Heero. Heero grunted. "Just when I thought that I could get some sleep for once."
"Curse you," drawled Duo and, suddenly, fell asleep.
Heero fixed the tent and placed the sleeping Duo in the left corner. Afraid that the poor boy would only hurt himself in the middle of the night, Heero bound Duo once more before getting his own rest.
~*~
The next day, Duo's disturbing thoughts still hadn't been forgotten. He simply couldn't keep himself from staring, open eyed at his stoic capturer, or often stealing glances at him, his slim frame, though it was well muscled. Chocolate brown hair, messy to the extent of being ruggedly handsome.
But it was mostly his eyes.... Those captivating Prussian blue eyes...holding feeling, and yet staying emotionless. Filled with a colour so deep and intriguing that you found yourself unable to look away once he had you in his powerful glare.
"Has any word come from my father?" Duo asked, trying to stay serious and stare straight ahead, instead of at the subject of these thoughts.
Heero grunted in reply, shaking his head slightly. "No. But I am expecting it today."
Duo raised his chin defiantly. "He's not about to give you what you want in the blink of an eye."
Heero fixed his glare on the braided boy. "Did I ask you for your opinion? Have I ever asked you for your opinion? Did it ever occur to you that you got yourself AND your father into this mess, seeing as how you were the one to break away from your 'entourage'? They might not want you back."
Duo's eyes widened. "How dare you say that? Of course they want me back! I'm his son, the prince...They have to want me back."
Heero quirked an eyebrow, not intending his sentence to have hurt the other in such a way as this. However, it was too late to take it back. So, the stoic prince simply grunted. Horse hooves could soon be heard thundering over the vast sandy region of the desert.
Heero stepped away from Duo, and headed for the edge of the oasis in which they were seeking refuge. Seeing that it was one of his messengers, he stepped out into the open, so that the rider might see him.
The two were soon standing beside Duo, discussing plans of what to do with the hostage. Duo's father had asked for proof that the prince from the dark city had managed to capture his son.
Duo pouted as Heero approached him, drawing his sword. "What are you going to do? Send him a vial of my blood? Like he's going to know its mine. You could send him my decapitated head...but you probably wouldn't get your money or anything then.
Heero's smirk was eerily calm. "Oh no, I'm sure he'd recognize your braid."
Something Sacred
Chapter five:
Duo awoke with a throbbing head and groggy senses. "Ow..." He grumbled something to himself as he opened his eyes to bright sunlight and smoldering heat. He struggled to sit up, and soon found that his movement was limited as his wrists and his ankles were bound tightly. And all he could remember were stunning blue eyes...and such an intense gaze...Prince Duo looked around and found himself on a blanket in the middle of the desert with his wrists and ankles bound.
"This won't do at all," muttered Duo, raising an eyebrow. Duo searched his pants and found them sash-less and weapon-less. Duo silently cursed as he slipped his hands around his legs and over to see if he could loosen the knot of the rope binding his wrists. In frustration, Duo hopped over to his kidnapper.
"Looking for these?" Heero muttered as he took Duo's daggers out from his cloak.
"What do you want from me, and who are you?"
Heero smirked. "I don't know why I'd answer either of those questions."
"I'll tell my father when he finds me, and he won't be happy."
"Exactly why I don't want to tell you."
"I...humph." Duo pouted, and scooted over to lean against a tree. "So what's your name anyway? You look familiar."
Heero's sly grin widened. "And so I should. I am the prince of the Dark City, and I'm holding you for ransom."
At these words, Duo started struggling against his bonds. "I will not be held here against my will.
And you will not get any money out of my father."
"I don't want money."
Duo stopped struggling. "What?"
"It intrigues me that I now have something that Kung Dhul will do anything for," Heero shrugged.
"Besides, I want some of those precious birds that you have roaming around your city, and I also want your father to surrender in our war."
Duo stared at him, shocked. "You can't possibly want all that for me? My father will never accept your terms."
Heero grunted. "Who are you to say that? I'm the one that captured you, not the other way around. I've sent word of what position you are in. We should be getting a response soon enough."
"My father and my people will find me." Duo growled at his captor. "And you aren't laying your grubby paws on our pheasants. They are strictly for the uses of our city." Heero grunted again. "Only time will tell." He then fell silent, standing on the sand he seemed as if he was some kind of sun God, the way the sun glared against his dark clothing. Duo turned his gaze away in disgust. This man was his enemy, and he would not, could not, let him get to him in any way.
So, setting his mind on escape, Duo started on the ropes that held his wrists together as secretly as he could. "Is there any water?" He asked, suddenly noticing how dry his throat was. Heero nodded, and reached for his water jug. He crouched beside Duo, and helped him to hold it to his parched lips. Duo noted that he was being surprisingly gentle for a kidnapper. He drank his fill, then drew back, suddenly noticing how close Heero really was. They sat in a stunned silence, mere inches apart for a few seconds, before Heero seemed to realize it too, and he drew back hurriedly, pushing the cap back onto the water jug. Duo shook his head clear, trying to rid his mind of the vision of the rich blue eyes gazing into his own.
Since when do I think like this? Duo demanded himself. He was engaged at home, his father had chosen his bride...and it was definitely a FEMALE bride. Why did he feel like he'd discard her in less than a second, for this, kidnapper...his archenemy? His MALE archenemy?
~*~
By nightfall, Heero built a tent and made a fire.
"You're crazy if you think I'm sharing that pitiful tent with you," mumbled Duo to no avail.
"You will if you do not wish to freeze to death tonight," answered Heero with an evil smile on his face.
"Here." Heero shoved a fruit in Duo's mouth. "I'm sure that even the Gods themselves will thank me for keeping your mouth shut." Duo glared openly at Heero as Heero released Duo from his bindings.
"Why did you cut the ropes?" asked Duo suspiciously.
"Because I trust you will go nowhere tonight," Heero stated and went inside the tent to sleep.
A few moments later, Duo sauntered up to Heero's stallion.
"Heeeeey blackie!" Duo said in his sweetest voice. "How about you help me get away from this psycho?" Duo attempted to mount the stallion. The horse kicked Duo off.
"Oh come on!" Duo sneered impatiently. "All I want is a ride back..." Duo tried to mount the horse again, but the stallion knocked Duo over and unto the tent, knocking the tent down with him and landing on Heero. Heero grunted. "Just when I thought that I could get some sleep for once."
"Curse you," drawled Duo and, suddenly, fell asleep.
Heero fixed the tent and placed the sleeping Duo in the left corner. Afraid that the poor boy would only hurt himself in the middle of the night, Heero bound Duo once more before getting his own rest.
~*~
The next day, Duo's disturbing thoughts still hadn't been forgotten. He simply couldn't keep himself from staring, open eyed at his stoic capturer, or often stealing glances at him, his slim frame, though it was well muscled. Chocolate brown hair, messy to the extent of being ruggedly handsome.
But it was mostly his eyes.... Those captivating Prussian blue eyes...holding feeling, and yet staying emotionless. Filled with a colour so deep and intriguing that you found yourself unable to look away once he had you in his powerful glare.
"Has any word come from my father?" Duo asked, trying to stay serious and stare straight ahead, instead of at the subject of these thoughts.
Heero grunted in reply, shaking his head slightly. "No. But I am expecting it today."
Duo raised his chin defiantly. "He's not about to give you what you want in the blink of an eye."
Heero fixed his glare on the braided boy. "Did I ask you for your opinion? Have I ever asked you for your opinion? Did it ever occur to you that you got yourself AND your father into this mess, seeing as how you were the one to break away from your 'entourage'? They might not want you back."
Duo's eyes widened. "How dare you say that? Of course they want me back! I'm his son, the prince...They have to want me back."
Heero quirked an eyebrow, not intending his sentence to have hurt the other in such a way as this. However, it was too late to take it back. So, the stoic prince simply grunted. Horse hooves could soon be heard thundering over the vast sandy region of the desert.
Heero stepped away from Duo, and headed for the edge of the oasis in which they were seeking refuge. Seeing that it was one of his messengers, he stepped out into the open, so that the rider might see him.
The two were soon standing beside Duo, discussing plans of what to do with the hostage. Duo's father had asked for proof that the prince from the dark city had managed to capture his son.
Duo pouted as Heero approached him, drawing his sword. "What are you going to do? Send him a vial of my blood? Like he's going to know its mine. You could send him my decapitated head...but you probably wouldn't get your money or anything then.
Heero's smirk was eerily calm. "Oh no, I'm sure he'd recognize your braid."