Ok, sorry for the short chapters guys, but I already explained that.
Disclaimer, I don't own gundam wing or else I'd just make this into the tv
series and you wouldn't be reading it here. So there, I'm not making any
money, although that would be nice cause I don't have any! *lol* okie,
lemme see. I left off that Wufei was leaving his clan with Nataku to learn
to become a weather-mage. Not that that's got anything to do with this
chapter (another short one, I know, sorry!) so, on with chapter 3. Please
let me know what you think!
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Chapter Three Scared Of An Angel
*~* In A Forgotten Village *~*
The crack of a whip rang through the air, but it was almost drowned out by the noises caused by shackles and chains.
"Move it you lazy bums!" the slave driver ordered.
Approximately twenty slaves were held together with chains, heading south to be sold. They were just leaving their small village.
A blond teenager was being dragged along with the other slaves. He was easily the youngest one there. The others were all at least twenty five.
Again the whip cracked. "Faster!" The familiar cry pierced through the other noises, hurrying the slaves.
The blond stumbled and fell, causing the others around him to have to stop. The slave driver, Treize, walked over, brandishing his whip.
Quatre cried out as the whip was raised and it landed on his back. He tried to stand, but the whip thrashed again. Quatre could feel the sting. His blond hair covered his eyes as the tears fell. He hadn't had any food or proper sleep in days.
"Get up." Treize growled, as he raised the whip once again. He brought it down, but before it could mark Quatre's fair skin again, the whip stopped, and hung in midair.
Treize dropped the handle and backed away. The slaves who were closest to Quatre stumbled as far away from the floating whip as the chains would allow.
Quatre, his face to the ground, was oblivious to the floating whip. He noticed the sudden quiet, but he didn't know what had caused it. He got to his knees and stood up slowly. The whip had dropped to the ground as soon as he'd moved.
Treize headed for the whip, but once again it flew into the air, out of his reach as soon as he got close enough to touch it.
"Stop that, slave!" He commanded to Quatre.
"But, it's not me" he said, now staring wide eyed at the whip.
"Don't talk back to me!" Treize said. He drew his attention from the whip and drew his sword.
He raised it to slay the blond boy, but the sword was also wrenched from his grasp. The two weapons then flew to a boy standing off to the side, who no one had noticed earlier. He caught both of the weapons and dropped them to the ground at his feet. He headed for the slave driver.
"Who are you?" Treize demanded, intimidated slightly by the strange boy.
The boy didn't answer, but his violet eyes betrayed that he wasn't very happy. His brown braid swung behind him, moving with his every step.
"I demand an answer!" Treize was getting angry. No one, absolutely no one ignored him and lived to tell the tale.
The boy stopped his advance and turned to Quatre, keeping an eye on Treize.
"Are you all from this village?" He asked the blonde.
Quatre nodded slowly. Treize had arrived a few days ago with a small army. He'd easily captured the people who would be able to be sold as slaves, but their departure from the village had been delayed when news that the king was patrolling the forests reached Treize. He had taken this "waste of time" and used it to store away the village's small winter supply of food to take with him to sell.
Quatre stared at the boy in front of him. He guessed, no he knew....somehow...that his name was Duo, and that he wasn't ordinary.
Duo turned to face the other slaves. "Do any of you want to go with him?" He asked, raising one eyebrow and motioning towards Treize. A grin slowly spread it's way across his face. The slaves shook their heads. "I didn't think so." Duo grinned more widely as there was a sudden "click" and the shackles fell to the ground.
The slaves immediately backed away from the "possessed" shackles.
"Don't be afraid of them." Duo said. "you had them on a few moments ago, and they didn't bite you, did they?" if anything, these words of "encouragement" managed to persuade the captives that the shackles would leap up and attack them. They backed up a little more, just to be safe. Duo sighed and turned to the blond. His eyes widened as he noticed he was the only one who hadn't backed away, and he gasped as he realized something that should have been very obvious to him before. "You are no ordinary human." Duo told him. "But, we can talk about that later, I have other, erm, business to attend to." He then turned to Treize, leaving Quatre with his thoughts. Duo headed for Treize, who was easily a foot taller than the braided boy. A few chuckles arose from the crowd as Treize cowered in fear as the boy approached him.
Duo came within a foot of Treize. He reached into his pouch and brought out an herb after a few moments of searching. He placed the leaf in his palms, and raised it into the air, drawing a gasp from the now attentive crowd. Duo closed his eyes and muttered a few inaudible words. The leaf evaporated in a puff of purple smoke, and Duo placed his thumb on Treize's sweating forehead. He removed his thumb, and a purple cross appeared on Treize's forehead, then vanished.
"If you ever try anything funny like this again, you'll regret it. Duo said. Backing away from Treize.
"What's going to stop me? Treize growled, glaring at Duo.
Duo looked towards the weapons lying on the ground where he'd left them. With a nod of his head, they started floating. Duo turned to Treize and snapped his fingers once, twice. The sword and the whip both burst into flames at the sound of the second snap. Purple flames. The weapons were both reduced to ashes, which fell to the ground and evaporated into nothingness.
"I will stop you." Duo said.
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There, that's chapter 3. I know, I know, it's too short! But, I've already told you that once I introduce everyone they'll get longer, so bear with me, I'm almost done. Just Heero and Trowa next. Well, actually Trowa comes first. I have trouble with him, so the next chapter might be kind of rusty. Anyway let me know what you think, please!!!!
Aria
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Chapter Three Scared Of An Angel
*~* In A Forgotten Village *~*
The crack of a whip rang through the air, but it was almost drowned out by the noises caused by shackles and chains.
"Move it you lazy bums!" the slave driver ordered.
Approximately twenty slaves were held together with chains, heading south to be sold. They were just leaving their small village.
A blond teenager was being dragged along with the other slaves. He was easily the youngest one there. The others were all at least twenty five.
Again the whip cracked. "Faster!" The familiar cry pierced through the other noises, hurrying the slaves.
The blond stumbled and fell, causing the others around him to have to stop. The slave driver, Treize, walked over, brandishing his whip.
Quatre cried out as the whip was raised and it landed on his back. He tried to stand, but the whip thrashed again. Quatre could feel the sting. His blond hair covered his eyes as the tears fell. He hadn't had any food or proper sleep in days.
"Get up." Treize growled, as he raised the whip once again. He brought it down, but before it could mark Quatre's fair skin again, the whip stopped, and hung in midair.
Treize dropped the handle and backed away. The slaves who were closest to Quatre stumbled as far away from the floating whip as the chains would allow.
Quatre, his face to the ground, was oblivious to the floating whip. He noticed the sudden quiet, but he didn't know what had caused it. He got to his knees and stood up slowly. The whip had dropped to the ground as soon as he'd moved.
Treize headed for the whip, but once again it flew into the air, out of his reach as soon as he got close enough to touch it.
"Stop that, slave!" He commanded to Quatre.
"But, it's not me" he said, now staring wide eyed at the whip.
"Don't talk back to me!" Treize said. He drew his attention from the whip and drew his sword.
He raised it to slay the blond boy, but the sword was also wrenched from his grasp. The two weapons then flew to a boy standing off to the side, who no one had noticed earlier. He caught both of the weapons and dropped them to the ground at his feet. He headed for the slave driver.
"Who are you?" Treize demanded, intimidated slightly by the strange boy.
The boy didn't answer, but his violet eyes betrayed that he wasn't very happy. His brown braid swung behind him, moving with his every step.
"I demand an answer!" Treize was getting angry. No one, absolutely no one ignored him and lived to tell the tale.
The boy stopped his advance and turned to Quatre, keeping an eye on Treize.
"Are you all from this village?" He asked the blonde.
Quatre nodded slowly. Treize had arrived a few days ago with a small army. He'd easily captured the people who would be able to be sold as slaves, but their departure from the village had been delayed when news that the king was patrolling the forests reached Treize. He had taken this "waste of time" and used it to store away the village's small winter supply of food to take with him to sell.
Quatre stared at the boy in front of him. He guessed, no he knew....somehow...that his name was Duo, and that he wasn't ordinary.
Duo turned to face the other slaves. "Do any of you want to go with him?" He asked, raising one eyebrow and motioning towards Treize. A grin slowly spread it's way across his face. The slaves shook their heads. "I didn't think so." Duo grinned more widely as there was a sudden "click" and the shackles fell to the ground.
The slaves immediately backed away from the "possessed" shackles.
"Don't be afraid of them." Duo said. "you had them on a few moments ago, and they didn't bite you, did they?" if anything, these words of "encouragement" managed to persuade the captives that the shackles would leap up and attack them. They backed up a little more, just to be safe. Duo sighed and turned to the blond. His eyes widened as he noticed he was the only one who hadn't backed away, and he gasped as he realized something that should have been very obvious to him before. "You are no ordinary human." Duo told him. "But, we can talk about that later, I have other, erm, business to attend to." He then turned to Treize, leaving Quatre with his thoughts. Duo headed for Treize, who was easily a foot taller than the braided boy. A few chuckles arose from the crowd as Treize cowered in fear as the boy approached him.
Duo came within a foot of Treize. He reached into his pouch and brought out an herb after a few moments of searching. He placed the leaf in his palms, and raised it into the air, drawing a gasp from the now attentive crowd. Duo closed his eyes and muttered a few inaudible words. The leaf evaporated in a puff of purple smoke, and Duo placed his thumb on Treize's sweating forehead. He removed his thumb, and a purple cross appeared on Treize's forehead, then vanished.
"If you ever try anything funny like this again, you'll regret it. Duo said. Backing away from Treize.
"What's going to stop me? Treize growled, glaring at Duo.
Duo looked towards the weapons lying on the ground where he'd left them. With a nod of his head, they started floating. Duo turned to Treize and snapped his fingers once, twice. The sword and the whip both burst into flames at the sound of the second snap. Purple flames. The weapons were both reduced to ashes, which fell to the ground and evaporated into nothingness.
"I will stop you." Duo said.
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There, that's chapter 3. I know, I know, it's too short! But, I've already told you that once I introduce everyone they'll get longer, so bear with me, I'm almost done. Just Heero and Trowa next. Well, actually Trowa comes first. I have trouble with him, so the next chapter might be kind of rusty. Anyway let me know what you think, please!!!!
Aria
