Meanwhile, Trowa had seen the boy escape and had followed into a dark
alley
knowing
very well that it lead to nowhere. He was also sure that the boy would
know
he was
being followed as he turned into the dark alley and got to the end he
shouted out to no
one in particular "I know you're there and I will not harm you. Please
come
out, I know you're here."
Trowa sighed and was about to turn around when he saw a figure move out
of
the shadows. To his surprise, he saw the young boy with the coldest
eyes
holding close to
him the girl that the guards where chasing clutching her tightly. Her
wings
had drawn back.
It seemed she had been knocked out by some concoction. The boy said in
a
deep voice ''Please help my friend. She is very ill and needs help.''
And for all of his 17 years, Trowa Barton, a general of a entire army
now
retired due to an injury saw the most emotion in the deep pools of blue
and
saw the girl's face.
She was sweet and yet deadly at the same time, with the most beautiful
body:
long, slender legs and a slim waist. Her face had a near-perfect
structure,
more manly then anything else. She had brown hair with slight tints of
sun
streaked gold and just enough red to make it seem she was an angel in
the
form of a young girl.
"All right, please come with me and I will tend to you and your friend.
My
home is not far from here but we must hurry. From the sounds of it the
guards and the slave traders are banning together to find the both of
you."
"Thank you" The boy muttered in response, not having expected such
kindness
from a person he recognized as a bidder.
"No need for thanks, just come now." Trowa hissed and lead the
mysterious
boy and the angel of a girl to his home. He was careful to take the
back
streets, winding through the slums of the great city. Not once did he
fear a
mugging for most of the poor knew him well. He always helped in anyway
that
he could, always tending to the sick like a saint.
When they arrived upon the house the boy's eyes widened in awe at the
magnificent house. Trowa chose to enter where the servants entered at
the
back of the house with
his guest in tow.
He called for help and immediately 10 or more servants entered the
kitchen-like place at the back asking if their kind hearted master was
all
right he said in a booming voice to calm there nerves "I'm fine but my
friends are hungry and badly bruised. The girl needs a warm bed and a
doctor." asking for some of the girls to take the unconscious one and
place
her in his room saying to call the doctor immediately turning to the
weary
boy asking him the one thing that was thinking about the most "What is
your
name boy?"
He answered in an uncertain voice, hoarse but still strong "I have no
name."
"Come now, you must be known by something."
Thinking deeply, the boy answered in the most absurd way, "I was once
know
as Heero Yuy, but now I have no name, no home, and no family.
"I see…" Scratching his chin in deep thought, Trowa looked up to see
the
boy looking like he was going to faint. Trowa said, "Come with me."
Taking hold of the boy before he fell and cracked his head upon the
great
marble slabs, Trowa led him into a side room decorated lavishly in many
silks and smelt strongly of incensed cinnamon just like his old home.
The boy was told to sit on the bed and to rest. His friend the girl was
just
next door if he was worried. Heero gratefully took it upon himself to
sleep
to regain his strength. Once his sister was well enough to travel, they
would leave the mysterious boy with bangs
collecting to one side that only showed one visible emerald green eye.
However, his mind was too groggy to think anymore and he fell into a
deep
sleep filled with nothing but emptiness.
As his eyes closed, for once he slept in peace, reunited with the only
family known to
him and her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The great walls shook as the man…known better as Trieze Kushrenada, was
yelling
at another man. The second was presently quaking in fear from the wrath
he
was receiving for not capturing the girl.
"So let me get this straight" Treize calmed down just a tiny bit so
that the
man stopped blubbering enough to hear what his master said "You found
the
girl at a slave auction, then you yelled out and had her surrounded
with all
your men in front of all those witnesses…"
"Yes sir"
"And then from what u told me she killed one of your men then started
to
glow purple"
"Yes sirrrr..." the knight started to tremble again "right - right
after
that she grew wings…"
"Black raven wings, am I right?"
"Yes master... Trieze"
"As you said something, she smirked and one of your lackeys shot her
with
the sleeping potion"
"Yes sir" he gulped
"Then that went as planned. Are you sure that the girl looked tired?"
"Yes master Trieze" the man said with a bit more will in him
"Well then, all's good. With that potion I had made there's… shall we
say a
tracking
device. All we have to do is follow the signal and capture her, while
she
still is asleep." The man smirked evilly, looking pleased. "Very well,
you
are all excused. Now go." He barked.
With a great bow and stumbling backwards, the man disappeared from
Treize's
sight.
"Well then my little one, I soon shall have you back, and you will love
me
whether I have to find and kill your dear sweet brother or not. I do
hope it
doesn't come to that because I wish to see his face when we wed. It
would be
most amusing. You shall be mine for eternity and no matter what, you
will
never escape my grasp again." Treize thought, laughing cruelly. The man
walked from the grand hall to make preparations for the
upcoming attack.
alley
knowing
very well that it lead to nowhere. He was also sure that the boy would
know
he was
being followed as he turned into the dark alley and got to the end he
shouted out to no
one in particular "I know you're there and I will not harm you. Please
come
out, I know you're here."
Trowa sighed and was about to turn around when he saw a figure move out
of
the shadows. To his surprise, he saw the young boy with the coldest
eyes
holding close to
him the girl that the guards where chasing clutching her tightly. Her
wings
had drawn back.
It seemed she had been knocked out by some concoction. The boy said in
a
deep voice ''Please help my friend. She is very ill and needs help.''
And for all of his 17 years, Trowa Barton, a general of a entire army
now
retired due to an injury saw the most emotion in the deep pools of blue
and
saw the girl's face.
She was sweet and yet deadly at the same time, with the most beautiful
body:
long, slender legs and a slim waist. Her face had a near-perfect
structure,
more manly then anything else. She had brown hair with slight tints of
sun
streaked gold and just enough red to make it seem she was an angel in
the
form of a young girl.
"All right, please come with me and I will tend to you and your friend.
My
home is not far from here but we must hurry. From the sounds of it the
guards and the slave traders are banning together to find the both of
you."
"Thank you" The boy muttered in response, not having expected such
kindness
from a person he recognized as a bidder.
"No need for thanks, just come now." Trowa hissed and lead the
mysterious
boy and the angel of a girl to his home. He was careful to take the
back
streets, winding through the slums of the great city. Not once did he
fear a
mugging for most of the poor knew him well. He always helped in anyway
that
he could, always tending to the sick like a saint.
When they arrived upon the house the boy's eyes widened in awe at the
magnificent house. Trowa chose to enter where the servants entered at
the
back of the house with
his guest in tow.
He called for help and immediately 10 or more servants entered the
kitchen-like place at the back asking if their kind hearted master was
all
right he said in a booming voice to calm there nerves "I'm fine but my
friends are hungry and badly bruised. The girl needs a warm bed and a
doctor." asking for some of the girls to take the unconscious one and
place
her in his room saying to call the doctor immediately turning to the
weary
boy asking him the one thing that was thinking about the most "What is
your
name boy?"
He answered in an uncertain voice, hoarse but still strong "I have no
name."
"Come now, you must be known by something."
Thinking deeply, the boy answered in the most absurd way, "I was once
know
as Heero Yuy, but now I have no name, no home, and no family.
"I see…" Scratching his chin in deep thought, Trowa looked up to see
the
boy looking like he was going to faint. Trowa said, "Come with me."
Taking hold of the boy before he fell and cracked his head upon the
great
marble slabs, Trowa led him into a side room decorated lavishly in many
silks and smelt strongly of incensed cinnamon just like his old home.
The boy was told to sit on the bed and to rest. His friend the girl was
just
next door if he was worried. Heero gratefully took it upon himself to
sleep
to regain his strength. Once his sister was well enough to travel, they
would leave the mysterious boy with bangs
collecting to one side that only showed one visible emerald green eye.
However, his mind was too groggy to think anymore and he fell into a
deep
sleep filled with nothing but emptiness.
As his eyes closed, for once he slept in peace, reunited with the only
family known to
him and her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The great walls shook as the man…known better as Trieze Kushrenada, was
yelling
at another man. The second was presently quaking in fear from the wrath
he
was receiving for not capturing the girl.
"So let me get this straight" Treize calmed down just a tiny bit so
that the
man stopped blubbering enough to hear what his master said "You found
the
girl at a slave auction, then you yelled out and had her surrounded
with all
your men in front of all those witnesses…"
"Yes sir"
"And then from what u told me she killed one of your men then started
to
glow purple"
"Yes sirrrr..." the knight started to tremble again "right - right
after
that she grew wings…"
"Black raven wings, am I right?"
"Yes master... Trieze"
"As you said something, she smirked and one of your lackeys shot her
with
the sleeping potion"
"Yes sir" he gulped
"Then that went as planned. Are you sure that the girl looked tired?"
"Yes master Trieze" the man said with a bit more will in him
"Well then, all's good. With that potion I had made there's… shall we
say a
tracking
device. All we have to do is follow the signal and capture her, while
she
still is asleep." The man smirked evilly, looking pleased. "Very well,
you
are all excused. Now go." He barked.
With a great bow and stumbling backwards, the man disappeared from
Treize's
sight.
"Well then my little one, I soon shall have you back, and you will love
me
whether I have to find and kill your dear sweet brother or not. I do
hope it
doesn't come to that because I wish to see his face when we wed. It
would be
most amusing. You shall be mine for eternity and no matter what, you
will
never escape my grasp again." Treize thought, laughing cruelly. The man
walked from the grand hall to make preparations for the
upcoming attack.