You're my Possession
by
Anime the Fallen Angel
Underlined Italics – means time/ scene notes
Italics – means flashbacks / thoughts
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Chapter 11: Into the sea of waking dreams I follow without pride... Nothing stands between us here, and I won't be denied.
Guests were seated, expectant. Flowers of every kind possible decorated the large room. A red carpet that reminded the groom of a river of blood led up to the altar. Waiting was the vicar. No where was the bride. Trowa didn't know how he managed to make it to the end of the aisle. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion; yet, it all was going too quickly.
King Barton was sitting on the front row, smiling. To the outside observer, this smile could be interpreted as joy for his son. To Trowa, this smile was devious and knowing. Suddenly, the band started playing. Trowa faced the top of the aisle. The Regent was holding the hand of a veiled woman who had to be the Princess. She wasn't bad looking, Trowa supposed to himself. Still...
The wedding march sounded as dismal as a death march. Trowa straightened his back. Here goes...
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Quatre stared at the sandy floor, his neck on the block. The chains removed, the only thing keeping Quatre there was the looming figure of the guard and the executioner. He felt the cool edge on the back of his neck, taking aim. He heard the whistle of an over zealous rise. Quatre squeezed his eyes tight, awaiting the chop.
The axe came down. It whistled through the air. Quatre waited. He prepared himself to cry out, to sob, whatever you should be doing when your head was chopped. A cry. A familiar one. The axe whistled past Quatre's head and fixed itself in the ground, only centimetres from the top of Quatre's head. The blonde lifted his head. The cry came from a brunette. Messy hair, Prussian eyes and tackling the executioner. The man fell like a log. Turning, Quatre saw the guard was already on the floor. A familiar figure stood over Quatre, twirling a set of keys around his finger. Quatre mumbled the boy's name in surprise and relief.
"Yo, Quat. Looks like you could use a hand..."
Duo leant over and unlocked the gag and chains. Quatre rubbed his wrists, grateful. "Glad you could come, but did you have to cut it so close? And how did you know I was here?"
"Hey, this guy stopped me on my way here. And our 'neighbours' told me what happened to ya, last night. Came over as soon as I could and found out you were on the chopping block."
Quatre stood up and studied the other guy. "So, what's your name?"
"Heero."
"Pleased to meet you, Heero..." Quatre turned and started running. "We've got to stop the wedding!"
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"Do you, Trowa, take Sally Chang to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love, honour and obey, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"
Trowa fought to steady a yawn that threatened to surface. The service was bound to kill him through boredom. When the vicar ended the vow, Trowa took a deep breath. All we can do is listen inside to know which decision is best to make...
"I..."
The King sat up, hearing the hesitation in Trowa's voice. Trowa took a deep breath. Sally noticed and squeezed his hand. Trowa looked up. Through the veil, Sally looked on with encouragement, but not for him to continue. She squeezed again and mouthed something to Trowa.
Follow your heart...
"I... Do not!"
The guests murmured amongst themselves, unsure what was going on. The King rose and glared at Trowa.
"What are you doing?!"
"I'm not getting married to someone I don't even love! I won't be made to!"
"Trowa..."
"No! Release Quatre now! A man who threatens a life to make his son marry isn't a man worth listening to!"
The King growled. Suddenly, a bang of doors resounded through the hall.
"STOP THE WEDDING!!!"
Everyone turned to see the intruder. A young boy with scruffy clothing, a braid down to his waist and panting hard was there. Trowa blinked in confusion. Who was this guy...?
"Trowa!?" Behind the braided boy, Quatre ran in, panting hard. Trowa's eyes shone and brightened. Behind him, another boy was there. Wufei seemed to know him quite well.
"Heero? What are you doing here?!"
Heero never got the chance to say anything. The King started barking orders to the guards.
"Seize them! Seize them!"
Guards started running forward to claim the three intruders. Wedding guests yelled and screamed, instantly panicking the way nobles do when order is disrupted so violently. Quatre dodged the arms of one guard whilst Duo rolled out of the way. Trowa looked at Wufei and Sally.
"Sorry it has come to this..." he muttered before joining the fray, drawing his sword. "Guards, Stand Down!"
The guards seemed to hesitate, especially when the King shouted opposite orders. In defiance, Trowa made it to Quatre's side, beating off a guard in the process. Duo and Heero were behind them, holding off the advances of more guards with chairs, like lion tamers. The King frowned.
"Trowa, stand away from that rat and return here. You have a wedding to finish."
"Are you deaf or just bull-headed? I am not marrying Sally; I don't love her. I love Quatre."
"Love? Where does love come into it? Marriage is politics. You think I ever loved your mother when I wed her?"
Wufei blinked, watching Trowa slip a protective arm around Quatre. Decidedly, the Prince of the Chang Regency drew his own sword. The King heard the chink of a sword being drawn and smirked.
"Prince Wufei. Defend your honour; my son has defied me and insulted your family."
Wufei stepped forward, but rather than engage in combat, stood by Trowa and Quatre. The Regent frowned. "Wufei?"
"I'm sorry, Father. But I agree with Trowa and Quatre with this matter. And I have a confession to make..."
Wufei reached behind him and pulled at the hand he was searching to hold. He pulled Heero closer and held tighter. "This is Heero..."
Light of realisation lit up in the Regent's eyes. "Wufei..."
The King of Barton-Arms growled, realising nothing was going his way. "You dare defy me!? Very well, I'll have you all executed. Guards; seize them!!!"