You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Disclaimer: This applies to all chapters! I don't own Gundam Wing, or the song 'Possession', which I named my chapters for from the lyrics.
A little different from what I usually write... which is Beyblade fics. But I got this idea and just had to write it. Warning: Yaoi!
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
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Chapter 1: Listen as the Wind blows... Across the great divide...
Trowa stood in the centre of the large forest, the wind playing through his single bang. He scanned the trees with his green eyes, searching for the familiar figure. The leaves rustled in his ears as he strained to look for his friend.
"Trowa! Trowa! Up here!"
Trowa looked up at the boy high up in the leaves. The boy's face was unidentifiable due to the sun that shone directly behind him, ringing his head like a halo. The boy waved and a light sort of laughter rang out.
"Bet you can't catch me from up here!"
"Wanna bet!?"
Trowa walked up to the tree and placed his foot into a hole in the bark. With a grunt, he pulled himself up. After a few successful swings, Trowa was right on the branch his friend was sat on. The other boy laughed out loud.
"You're always really good at climbing really fast. How do you do that?"
"Practise. How do you manage to climb so high?"
The boy smiled back. "Practise. It also helps if you're not afraid of heights."
The two boys laughed as they sat side by side on the tree branch, just looking out at the view below them, silent. Soon, the sun began to set. The boys smiled as the sky turned into a fiery red from the sun. Trowa looked at his friend and marvelled at how ethereal he looked with the red light in his hair and reflected on his skin. The boy noticed Trowa's stare and faced hi.
"What is it, Tro?"
Trowa just looked. Without realising, the two boys had inched closer together. Green and blue orbs slid shut; breath mingled. Before anything could happen, the boys were interrupted by a voice far below their feet.
"Prince Trowa! His Majesty requests you return to the Palace immediately!"
Trowa looked down at his caretaker. The man held the reins of two horses in his hand; one horse was a dark brown, the other a pale sort of grey and not as well kept. Trowa looked at his companion and climbed down the tree, his friend not so far behind. Soon, both boys were seated on the horses. Trowa had offered his own well kept brown horse to his friend, but the boy had refused, mounting the white horse. Trowa looked at his friend, grinning broadly.
"I had great fun today. We'll always be friends, won't we?"
"'Course we will, Tro! You may be the Prince of Barton-Arms, but you'll always be my friend..."
"Promise?" Trowa said, holding out his hand.
"Promise!" The other boy intertwined his fingers in Trowa's and shook the fist three times before linking their little fingers. "And since we did our friendship shake, we can't ever forget this promise."
"I won't."
And Trowa grinned, feeling the wind in his hair and listening to it sing. Nothing can ruin their friendship.
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"Trowa!!! Trowa!!! Help me!"
Trowa looked up fearfully at his father's stern face then to his friend. Tears fell down the boy's cheeks, fear obvious on his face. The boy was dressed in rags and shackled, exactly the way Trowa had met him for the first time. Trowa shut his eyes, willing the tears not to fall.
"Well, Trowa? What will you do? Will you keep this boy and taint the royal name? Or will you carry out your royal duty and cast him away like the rodent he is?"
Trowa winced at his father's, the King's, tone. He had gotten into trouble with his father continuously ever since Trowa found his friend in the kitchen, stealing food. The King had put his foot down the other day when he suspected his son's 'friendship' wasn't all it was meant to be. Now he was forcing his son to make the hardest decision of his young life. It was either get rid his friend, or be disowned and risk tearing apart the peace of the kingdom. Trowa opened his eyes and met big blue ones, filled with hope. Trowa took a deep breath and his expression hardened.
"Cast him away!"
The young face of the now disowned friend fell and betrayal and hurt replaced the light of hope in his eyes. He kept yelling as he was dragged away by the guards.
"Trowa! I thought we were friends! What about our promise!? Trowa!"
Trowa turned away, unable to take in the hurt in his friend's voice and face, walking away. He hardened his heart, unwilling to listen to the now fading please of his friend. The King placed a hand on Trowa's shoulder.
"You have done the right thing, Trowa. We mustn't taint our name with such scum. Now, I want you to meet someone this afternoon. Our allies and the heir of the Chang Empire, Wufei Chang and his father, the current..."
Trowa simply stared straight ahead. Mentally, he drove a wedge in his heart, dividing his new self from the boy he once was.