A/n: Here it is! Golden Sands! This should prove to be
interesting...Let's see if I can make this work! Oh, and if you don't like
this fic, then just don't review, and I'll discontinue it. If you want me to
continue, I'm going to wait until I have six reviews before I update. Arigato
minna!
Warning: Slight shonen-ai here, just implications of 1x2 and 3+4.
Disclaimer: Nah, I don't own GW. If I did, I would be swimming in my
personal indoor pool right now, not writing some fanfiction. Besides, if I did
own GW, Relena would SO die the first time Heero threatened her.
Quatre woke up being dragged across the hard and cold stone floor by
*very* strong and bulky arms and being thrown hard onto it, in front of a
council of some sort. He looked up fearfully, seeing a not-so-reassuring
picture. As he scanned the faces from left to right, he saw an oriental-
looking face, with a hard, unforgiving frown standing next to a likewise cold
and unforgiving, and TALL person. He had the metal badges of a soldier, so
that was what Quatre figured he was. Standing to the right of the soldier was
a man with many golden bands and wearing the yellow robes of a noble. He
was the High Priest, he soon realized, seeing that he was only a level [1]
away from where the pharaoh was sitting. He had a gravity-defying bang
that was red-brown and had a harsh emerald-coloured eye peeking out.
The pharaoh, when he'd summoned the courage to look up, was the
harshest and most aloof-looking of them all. He had cold blue eyes, unruly
brown hair that fell into his eyes, and light blue robes. He had even more
gold bands than the handsome one next to him, the high priest. He finally
had to wrench his eyes away from the sight, and looked at the youth next to
the pharaoh. It was a cheerful-looking person, the nicest one he'd seen so far
here. He had a long, brown braid that held all his chestnut hair, wide, violet
eyes that held sympathy, for him, he realized, and was wearing loose gypsy
black gypsy pants and a flowing lavender shirt that offset his eyes. He wore
black slippers on his feet, and was, Quatre finally found out, sitting on the
carpet at the pharaoh's feet, actually curled up. He must be a slave, he
thought. I wonder if he's like me...?
"Prince Quatre Winer [2], you may rise." The pharaoh's voice commanded
and washed over all of those present, booming out. He shakily rose, seeing
the one with purple eyes narrow with sympathy again. The guards pulled
him callously. The slave cried out in pain for him, and he felt better to know
that even though the youth was a stranger, there was someone who cared for
his well-being. He saw the pharaoh look down at his slave in concern. The
slave looked up with pleading eyes, and the pharaoh nodded. "Be gentler. He
looks as though he's going to fall apart." Quatre was glad that the youth had
helped him, and was sure that he was going to be eternally grateful.
He saw the being whisper something up to the pharaoh, and the pharaoh's
eyes actually widened, then he bent down to confirm something. Quatre
wished he could hear them, but he was way too far away. "The blonde will
be Trowa, by High Priest's slave. Take him to his chambers and do not touch
him any further." The high priest, Trowa, he'd learned, had his eyes opened
wide almost comically. He turned and started arguing with the pharaoh, then
the slave stood and argued with him. The oriental youth also joined the
conversation, while the soldier and the pharaoh just looked amused. Quatre
knew no further as he was dragged off to the priest's chambers. His own
eyes widened when he thought of how the *slave* had stood and *argued*
with the *high priest*. Then he was consumed by the fear of what was going
to become of him in the priest's chambers, and fainted in fright.
TBC...?
A/n: OoOoOoOoh cliffie. I know, short, but I decided that that would be a good place to stop. Don't worry, I'm going to upload the next chapter after I upload this one, so you won't have long to wait. We'll make it next time where you must review 6+, k? Lalalalala! Dillydallydillydally! Blahblahblahblah! Okay, sorry, random bout of randomness that came on! ^_____^ [1] Just imagine a platform with steps, and Trowa is on the second step.
[2] No, not a spelling mistake, I changed his last name just a little.
REVIEW YOU LAZY ASSES! (no offense) JUST BECAUSE I'M GOING TO UPDATE REAL SOON DON'T MEAN YOU CAN'T REVIEW FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!
Okay, for those of you who don't know, I decided that the chapters were too short, so I smushed two together. ^_____^
Warning: Implications, maybe more, of 1x2 and 3x4. Yaoi ahead. Don't read
if you don't like.
Disclaimer: Nah. I don't own Gundam Wing. I would SO burn Relena alive if I did.
Chapter One: Newbie
Quatre awoke to a pounding pain in his head, and instantly saw worried
purple eyes hovering in front of him. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Quatre leaped what
seemed to be ten feet in the air, then scrambled away. The violet-eyed being
chuckled sheepishly as the others looked amused. "Sorry about that. I was
trying to heal you, and you just woke up. Rather suddenly, might I add."
Quatre blushed. "I don't mean offense, but...exactly who are you and
the people behind you?" The boy blushed. "OH! I completely forgot! I'm
Duo, this is my master, Heero," he said, gesturing vaguely to the people
behind him. "Er-which one is he?" Quatre was beginning to feel confused,
yet amused. Did these barbaric people actually have slaves? Quatre looked
over to where Duo had waved and found who was Duo's master. He was
leaning against the wall, looking as though his favorite cow got ran over or
something." Quatre stifled a giggle. He realized that Duo meant the man
leaning on the wall with a furious scowl on his face. "Don't worry. He's not
all that bad. He just wants to look like he is." Quatre giggled more and
Heero scowled even deeper. His face softened, however, when Duo walked
up and put an arm around him, resting his head on Heero's shoulder. Heero
stroked Duo's arm and snaked an arm around Duo's shoulders also, putting
his chin on the top of Duo's head. The two were obviously in love, and
Quatre wondered how that worked. Duo was Heero's slave wasn't he? And
even more important, he was a male! Quatre was giving himself a headache,
so he decided to ask Duo some questions later; he seemed to be the most
pleasant of the group.
Duo quickly pointed out all the others of the group, Wufei (as he'd just
found out) frowned and looked threatening. Treize just kept a blank stare.
Trowa did the same. Quatre didn't care, however, as Trowa caught his eye.
He turned away and observed the others.
Now that he had time (somewhat) to observe the youths before him, he
grasped the opportunity. Duo, he found, was quite petite. About the same
height as himself, but a bit shorter, Duo also had a very slim and lithe body.
Clothed in dark blue pants and a black shirt, he seemed to have changed his
attire. He had honey-brown hair that had been wrapped up in a braid, which
had a golden ribbon braided into it, tying the braid at the end with the excess
ribbon. Duo had this milky-white skin that Quatre envied. Quatre had never
been able to get the healthy glow that Duo obviously radiated. Quatre was
too pale. He was all in all very beautiful.
Heero was strong-looking, and sturdy. He had muscles, like he was trained
to fight and was a very successful fighter indeed. He had messy dark brown
chocolate hair, which hung around his eyes. His eyes were the darkest shade
of blue imaginable. It was that stormy kind of brooding sapphire. He was
tall, taller than Duo by several inches, enough so that his head rested
comfortably on top of Duo's head.
The High Priest, Trowa, had this gravity-defying bang that was auburn,
covering one of his eyes. The remaining eye, however, was a startling shade
of bright green. He was quite handsome, and was REALLY tall, taller than
even Heero, and that made him look like he was a tree. Of course, Quatre
was taller than Duo, so he was sure that he would be able to fit happily under
Trowa's chin. //errrrr...not that I WANT to...// (A/n: *holds up
Denial-O-Meter* *Meter beeps frantically*)
Duo, still in Heero's grip (not that he minded, Quatre thought with a little
smirk), smiled cheerfully at him. "OH! I almost forgot! You have a master
too!"
Quatre's heart sank to the bottom of his chest. Trowa started to scowl.
"Who?"
"Trowa."
Author's Notes: Hiya! I decided that that might be a good place to leave off. I know that it's rather short, but I'm going to make it longer next time, I PROMISE! I just wanted to stop there. Anyways, for the people who are reading my other fics, I am really trying hard! But on Wednesday we got the news that one of the eighth graders had died the previous night from an asthma attack. My piano teacher broke down, my other teachers gave us crying time, and I really didn't know what to do, since I had never really known the girl who died. I just kind of sat there while everyone cried.
AND SO! That is why this chapter is so short and shtuff. Feedback is highly appreciated! REVIEW REVIEW!
interesting...Let's see if I can make this work! Oh, and if you don't like
this fic, then just don't review, and I'll discontinue it. If you want me to
continue, I'm going to wait until I have six reviews before I update. Arigato
minna!
Warning: Slight shonen-ai here, just implications of 1x2 and 3+4.
Disclaimer: Nah, I don't own GW. If I did, I would be swimming in my
personal indoor pool right now, not writing some fanfiction. Besides, if I did
own GW, Relena would SO die the first time Heero threatened her.
Quatre woke up being dragged across the hard and cold stone floor by
*very* strong and bulky arms and being thrown hard onto it, in front of a
council of some sort. He looked up fearfully, seeing a not-so-reassuring
picture. As he scanned the faces from left to right, he saw an oriental-
looking face, with a hard, unforgiving frown standing next to a likewise cold
and unforgiving, and TALL person. He had the metal badges of a soldier, so
that was what Quatre figured he was. Standing to the right of the soldier was
a man with many golden bands and wearing the yellow robes of a noble. He
was the High Priest, he soon realized, seeing that he was only a level [1]
away from where the pharaoh was sitting. He had a gravity-defying bang
that was red-brown and had a harsh emerald-coloured eye peeking out.
The pharaoh, when he'd summoned the courage to look up, was the
harshest and most aloof-looking of them all. He had cold blue eyes, unruly
brown hair that fell into his eyes, and light blue robes. He had even more
gold bands than the handsome one next to him, the high priest. He finally
had to wrench his eyes away from the sight, and looked at the youth next to
the pharaoh. It was a cheerful-looking person, the nicest one he'd seen so far
here. He had a long, brown braid that held all his chestnut hair, wide, violet
eyes that held sympathy, for him, he realized, and was wearing loose gypsy
black gypsy pants and a flowing lavender shirt that offset his eyes. He wore
black slippers on his feet, and was, Quatre finally found out, sitting on the
carpet at the pharaoh's feet, actually curled up. He must be a slave, he
thought. I wonder if he's like me...?
"Prince Quatre Winer [2], you may rise." The pharaoh's voice commanded
and washed over all of those present, booming out. He shakily rose, seeing
the one with purple eyes narrow with sympathy again. The guards pulled
him callously. The slave cried out in pain for him, and he felt better to know
that even though the youth was a stranger, there was someone who cared for
his well-being. He saw the pharaoh look down at his slave in concern. The
slave looked up with pleading eyes, and the pharaoh nodded. "Be gentler. He
looks as though he's going to fall apart." Quatre was glad that the youth had
helped him, and was sure that he was going to be eternally grateful.
He saw the being whisper something up to the pharaoh, and the pharaoh's
eyes actually widened, then he bent down to confirm something. Quatre
wished he could hear them, but he was way too far away. "The blonde will
be Trowa, by High Priest's slave. Take him to his chambers and do not touch
him any further." The high priest, Trowa, he'd learned, had his eyes opened
wide almost comically. He turned and started arguing with the pharaoh, then
the slave stood and argued with him. The oriental youth also joined the
conversation, while the soldier and the pharaoh just looked amused. Quatre
knew no further as he was dragged off to the priest's chambers. His own
eyes widened when he thought of how the *slave* had stood and *argued*
with the *high priest*. Then he was consumed by the fear of what was going
to become of him in the priest's chambers, and fainted in fright.
TBC...?
A/n: OoOoOoOoh cliffie. I know, short, but I decided that that would be a good place to stop. Don't worry, I'm going to upload the next chapter after I upload this one, so you won't have long to wait. We'll make it next time where you must review 6+, k? Lalalalala! Dillydallydillydally! Blahblahblahblah! Okay, sorry, random bout of randomness that came on! ^_____^ [1] Just imagine a platform with steps, and Trowa is on the second step.
[2] No, not a spelling mistake, I changed his last name just a little.
REVIEW YOU LAZY ASSES! (no offense) JUST BECAUSE I'M GOING TO UPDATE REAL SOON DON'T MEAN YOU CAN'T REVIEW FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!
Okay, for those of you who don't know, I decided that the chapters were too short, so I smushed two together. ^_____^
Warning: Implications, maybe more, of 1x2 and 3x4. Yaoi ahead. Don't read
if you don't like.
Disclaimer: Nah. I don't own Gundam Wing. I would SO burn Relena alive if I did.
Chapter One: Newbie
Quatre awoke to a pounding pain in his head, and instantly saw worried
purple eyes hovering in front of him. "Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Quatre leaped what
seemed to be ten feet in the air, then scrambled away. The violet-eyed being
chuckled sheepishly as the others looked amused. "Sorry about that. I was
trying to heal you, and you just woke up. Rather suddenly, might I add."
Quatre blushed. "I don't mean offense, but...exactly who are you and
the people behind you?" The boy blushed. "OH! I completely forgot! I'm
Duo, this is my master, Heero," he said, gesturing vaguely to the people
behind him. "Er-which one is he?" Quatre was beginning to feel confused,
yet amused. Did these barbaric people actually have slaves? Quatre looked
over to where Duo had waved and found who was Duo's master. He was
leaning against the wall, looking as though his favorite cow got ran over or
something." Quatre stifled a giggle. He realized that Duo meant the man
leaning on the wall with a furious scowl on his face. "Don't worry. He's not
all that bad. He just wants to look like he is." Quatre giggled more and
Heero scowled even deeper. His face softened, however, when Duo walked
up and put an arm around him, resting his head on Heero's shoulder. Heero
stroked Duo's arm and snaked an arm around Duo's shoulders also, putting
his chin on the top of Duo's head. The two were obviously in love, and
Quatre wondered how that worked. Duo was Heero's slave wasn't he? And
even more important, he was a male! Quatre was giving himself a headache,
so he decided to ask Duo some questions later; he seemed to be the most
pleasant of the group.
Duo quickly pointed out all the others of the group, Wufei (as he'd just
found out) frowned and looked threatening. Treize just kept a blank stare.
Trowa did the same. Quatre didn't care, however, as Trowa caught his eye.
He turned away and observed the others.
Now that he had time (somewhat) to observe the youths before him, he
grasped the opportunity. Duo, he found, was quite petite. About the same
height as himself, but a bit shorter, Duo also had a very slim and lithe body.
Clothed in dark blue pants and a black shirt, he seemed to have changed his
attire. He had honey-brown hair that had been wrapped up in a braid, which
had a golden ribbon braided into it, tying the braid at the end with the excess
ribbon. Duo had this milky-white skin that Quatre envied. Quatre had never
been able to get the healthy glow that Duo obviously radiated. Quatre was
too pale. He was all in all very beautiful.
Heero was strong-looking, and sturdy. He had muscles, like he was trained
to fight and was a very successful fighter indeed. He had messy dark brown
chocolate hair, which hung around his eyes. His eyes were the darkest shade
of blue imaginable. It was that stormy kind of brooding sapphire. He was
tall, taller than Duo by several inches, enough so that his head rested
comfortably on top of Duo's head.
The High Priest, Trowa, had this gravity-defying bang that was auburn,
covering one of his eyes. The remaining eye, however, was a startling shade
of bright green. He was quite handsome, and was REALLY tall, taller than
even Heero, and that made him look like he was a tree. Of course, Quatre
was taller than Duo, so he was sure that he would be able to fit happily under
Trowa's chin. //errrrr...not that I WANT to...// (A/n: *holds up
Denial-O-Meter* *Meter beeps frantically*)
Duo, still in Heero's grip (not that he minded, Quatre thought with a little
smirk), smiled cheerfully at him. "OH! I almost forgot! You have a master
too!"
Quatre's heart sank to the bottom of his chest. Trowa started to scowl.
"Who?"
"Trowa."
Author's Notes: Hiya! I decided that that might be a good place to leave off. I know that it's rather short, but I'm going to make it longer next time, I PROMISE! I just wanted to stop there. Anyways, for the people who are reading my other fics, I am really trying hard! But on Wednesday we got the news that one of the eighth graders had died the previous night from an asthma attack. My piano teacher broke down, my other teachers gave us crying time, and I really didn't know what to do, since I had never really known the girl who died. I just kind of sat there while everyone cried.
AND SO! That is why this chapter is so short and shtuff. Feedback is highly appreciated! REVIEW REVIEW!